#deathnote smut

The dim light of the room cast soft shadows on the walls as you feel your breath hitched. L's piercing gaze was locked on yours, his thumb idly tracing circles along your wrist as he leaned closer, smelling his coffee breath.

"I'm... I'm not used to this," you stuttered, honestly it sounded like a whisper more than anything.

L paused for a split second, his dark eyes glinting with curiosity. "Oh?" His head tilted slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're not?"

you feel your cheeks burn as you broke eye contact, your gaze darting off to the side. Too embarrassed to even look at L. You tried to focus on anything else but the way his fingers slowly trailed upward, grazing your arm and creeping closer to your chest, it left you star struck.

"I thought you were experienced with this type of stuff," L said, feigning confusion. His voice was soft but laced with amusement head tilting further as if to study your reaction. You widened your eyes in shock. "Well! I mean—my ex never-" you cut yourself off abruptly, your hands flying to your face feeling even more embarrassed… L's smirk grew as he leaned in, his voice low and teasing. "Your ex never what, Y/n ? Touched you like this?" His hands slid down your sides, his touch light but deliberate. You shook slightly under his gaze, your voice muffled as you spoke out through your hands. "He never... touched me like how you do."

You peeked through your fingers, only to be met with L's intense stare. He chuckled softly, his fingers curling around your wrists to gently pull them away from your face. Feelings his cold, slender fingers on your wrist, making you even blush harder.

"Come on now," he said, his tone warm yet teasing. "Let me see your beautiful face." your lips parting to protest, but the words caught in your throat as L's eyes bore into yours. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the warmth of his hands taking over your mind. the way you could feel L’s hands all over your body, not even leaving a space empty, it’s like L has touched your entire body at this point without a second to spare.

"L..." you murmured out softly, your voice trembling. "Please... please be gentle with me."

L paused for a brief moment. It seemed like his teasing demeanor softened for just a moment as his thumb brushed against your cheek, his dark eyes flickering with something unspoken.

"I will," he whispered, his voice suddenly more tender. His lips found yours again, softer this time, as his hands settled on your waist, holding you steady, his hands rose up to your face, cupping it gently as he deepened the kiss between you two, slightly moaning into the passionate kiss. Sadly It didn’t even last long before L kissed you roughly, you gasped when you felt his hand slide up your thigh, his touch featherlight but enough to make your knees weak. you instinctively gripped his shirt, your fingers curling into the fabric as if to steady yourself.

"L….mhn” your voice barely audible between kisses.

His lips left yours briefly, trailing down to your jawline, his breath hot against your skin, He smirked clearly enjoying the way your body responded to him, kissing your neck ever so slightly, placing kisses randomly. Soon you felt his warm wet tongue on your neck, he was making somewhat of an shape- you couldn’t even focus on what shape it was before he bit down. Your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping him tightly, you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your mouth, He than started to make the same shape again with his tongue- now trying to figure out what type of it was…. ah it was a heart, how cute!

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L loves listening to himself talk, but he loves listening to you talk even more. Your words are coated in honey, voice articulating things he’d never ever imagined. You talk about anything, everything, as long as it sparks curiosity or conflict.

L’s gone through typing thousands of sentences listening to you ramble about necklaces, history, food, shoes, video games, books, ex lovers, humanity as a whole, Poland and society. Sometimes you don’t know if he’s actually listening but when he throws a glance in your direction with an interested expression, you know he does care about what you’re saying even if he doesn’t say it too.

So you continue to come in your comfortable clothes, sit with him and practically burst with information and opinions while stealing his sweets every now and then. L likes you, you’re authentic and honest, you wear baggy t shirts and sleep shorts and smell of mint when it’s closer to bed time for you and you’ve recently brushed your teeth. And you’re consistent, every night, 7 on the dot, he hears the waddle of your padded feet slapping the stairs and the squeal of a chair’s hinges as you sit down and scoot towards him.

He likes that about you, you’re precise, but lately he finds himself conflicted. He loves your visits, loves sharing whatever edible heart-attack he has, loves your beautiful, sweet voice next to him. But he dreads the feelings that come with it. His heart races, palms sweat and vision blurs, intense bodily reactions that cause terror and confusion. He feels like he’s dying. And nobody can focus when they’re dying.

Plus, he has an erection that would be fairly obvious if his knees weren’t in the way of you line of sight. He did some research in a spare moment and discovered many things about himself, the important ones being that he’s most likely aroused and that he may have feelings for you. So, you arouse and intrigue him.

He goes through a few nights thinking that information would be enough to calm his symptoms but soon realizes it’s worse now then before because he’s actually aware of the way he looks at you and where he looks at you now.

He can’t help his eyes falling to your pretty, bouncing breasts as you descend the stairs. He can’t help his attention on your pump lips forming words he can hardly hear anymore. He can’t help the blood rushing straight to his cock when you lean out of your chair to grab a bite of his cake and your shorts lift up ever so slightly, allowing the curve of your ass to be seen from where he sits.

He considers asking for help and immediately mentally reprimands himself for even considering the great L would need help. He doesn’t have time for anything else but working and sleeping and he can’t compromise himself just because he’s feeling a little aroused. So he doesn’t do anything, and suffers the consequences.

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You greet L with a smile and giddily bounce over to your designated seat next to him, grabbing a hold of the back of the chair.

“See anything different?” You ask with an excited grin.

L furrows his brow and studies you for a second but comes up empty and shakes his head.

You sigh and give him a faux frown.

“The pajamas?” You spin and he notices what you mean. Deep red strawberries litter your shorts, that seem slightly shorter than the others you wear, and your pink socks have strawberries sewn into the sides. Then you’ve finished spinning and L can see your shirt clearly, he almost goes into cardiac arrest. Directly where your nipples are, there are two small strawberries poking out on the thin fabric.

L quickly clears his throat and turns his chair back to the monitors, bringing his legs closer to his chest, “Very nice.”

You huff and plop down next to him, stealing the fork in his hand and nipping some cake, “‘Very nice?’ I thought you would think they were cute.”

L looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“They’re cute.”

You giggle and turn towards him more, using your foot as leverage to push off the table so that you’re closer to him.

“I know, right? I found them last week shopping with Misa and she said that you were gonna make fun of me but I thought you’d like ‘em so I bought ‘em.”

L thinks for a second then turns to you with a surprised expression, which for him is just a slight eyebrow raise and eye widening.

“You bought them… for me?”

You shrug like it’s no big deal.

“Yeah, thought you’d like ‘em. You’re all about strawberries anyways.”

L’s heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to pop out of his chest and run a marathon.

“Well.. you were right. I do like them.”

You throw a smile with teeth his way and he flatlines.

“Anyways… what’ja wanna talk about tonight? I’ve got a few ideas.”

L tries to focus on whatever document he’d been working on before you arrived but you steal his attention again as he sees you pushing your chair even closer to his.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

You make a dive for the bowl of candies next to his keyboard and he gawks at you.

You lean over the arm of the chair and smile at him innocently, “What, you can’t share? Mr. Billionaire is greedy.”

You draw out the ‘dy’ in greedy with a giggle and drop the candies back at his frown.

L shakes his head at your antics, “No, I mean what are you doing so close? Can’t you talk from over there?”

You ignore the ego pang you could take and shrug, dropping eye contact in favor of your finger nails suddenly being very interesting.

“I dunno… thought we were close enough that I could sit here.”

L recognizes your expression and sighs, looking straight ahead at his screen.

“You can. I don’t mind.” He pretends not to see the way your face lights up again and pretends a little harder not to notice the tingling feeling inside his stomach.

There’s a few moments of silence before the creaking of your chair shifting ever closer to his draws a quarter of his attention. The arm of your chair bumps his and he glances to his right to see your mischievous grin beaming up at him from where your head rests on his chair, nearly falling onto his lap.

L must be a pro at this point when it comes to ignoring his feelings but he still struggles to keep a straight face when your hands come out to trace shapes into the side of his jeans.

He can’t tell how long it’s been that you’ve been talking about meaningless things or how long you’ve been practically in his chair with the way your whole body leans onto his. Could’ve been ten minutes, twenty or an hour, L’s too enthralled by your presence to get work done at his usual pace.

You reach your hand out to the bowl of sweets and L watches you in his peripheral vision as your delicate fingers search for your favored flavor, gently brushing the others and softly plucking one up. The way your eyes seem so focused on the task, lips curling into a bottom bite as your hand pushes the candy through reddened lips.

You hum in satisfaction at the taste and L’s thoughts scatter, leaving only the sight of you on his mind. Taking quick note of how little work he’s gotten done tonight, of his aching erection rubbing against the rough confines of his pants and the way your nipples poke out just right on the shirt, barely visible under the strawberries and makes a decision he’s yet to regret. L is going to get laid.

“Y/n, stand up.” Puzzled, you do so and tug on the bottom of your shorts when they come up too high.

“I… want to do something, you may stop me at any time.” You nod and make a concerned face that fades as he stands too, cupping your face and angling it towards his.

The only sign of the anxiety he feels inside is the shaking hands the cradle your jaw with uncertainty. He meets your eyes with hesitant eye contact and sees only pure desire and trust back.

L’s lips gloss over yours, barely a whisper yet enough to make you whimper and tangle your hands in the mess of his hair. You pull his towards you with urgency, slotting your lips against his much more desperately.

You taste like raspberries and toothpaste and months of longing, L feels like he might die when your hands wander down to his chest and fist the fabric of his shirt with a muffled gasp. L knows you’ll stop him if you don’t want anything further so he takes a leap of faith and drops his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His throbbing, clothed erection brushes your thigh with a groan from you both.

You pull away, lips kissbitten and eyes glazed over with lust. L’s heart chases after you, beating like crazy inside it’s poor little cage.

“You look angelic.” His words fumble out like a broken dam but he means it, almost proud of himself when you blush and smile.

“What was that thing you wanted to do?” You change the subject with a nervous fidget of his shirt in your fists.

“You, if you’d let me.” He sounds bold and sure of himself but he’s hardly controlling himself from begging you to just kiss him like that again, even though if you did, he’d surely fall completely in love with you.

You met his eyes with a unfamiliar shyness and nod quickly.

“I’d let you..please, do.”

He allows his signature proud smirk to take his lips before he takes yours again, hands wandering down to the ruffle at the edge of your pajamas.

He tugs them down your thighs slightly and cups your ass in his big hands before breaking the kiss.

“Turn around.”

Your back faces him and he uses his leverage to bend you over his desk, his mind freezing up when he notices a dark spot on your pink panties, puffy clit poking out on the material.

He trails his fingers up towards the waistband and slowly pulls them down, a string of arousal between your pussy and panties growing thinner and finally breaking once they’re down where your shorts are.

“You’re incredibly wet.” L remarks with a finger sliding through your dripping folds, eyes catching the full body shiver you do.

“You’re incredibly attractive.” You snap back quick but there’s amusement in your tone. “Sometimes shit happens.”

He mentally rolls his eyes and simply replied by propping you up in a easier position, pushing your back into a arch and your ass high in the air.

“May I?” He asks, hoping you understand the implication by the sound of his zipper.

“You may.” You respond with a cheeky grin over your shoulder, “Such a gentleman, aren’t you?”

“Always.” He wants to say something romantic but he doesn’t know how you’ll take it.

Right as his hands clasp your hips and tug you closer to his waiting cock, he lets it slip.

“For you.”

You both know there’s implications behind that more than just him saying he’ll ask for consent but you ignore it for now. You know later, when you’re stumbling back to your room with a giddy smile and sore legs, you’ll giggle to yourself over the thought he may want you for more than just sex.

His tip angles at your entrance and he takes a breath before gently pushing in, pulling a sensual gasp from your mouth as your wetness expands around him. Curses fall easily from your lips as you shuffle your legs farther apart, feeling him bottom out completely.

You already feel your pussy ache, accommodating the stretch almost painful but wonderfully full at the same time. L, on the other hand, is also greatly feeling the size difference. He’s been holding his breath and mentally clicking through past cases to keep himself from busting a load too soon, his hands an iron grin on your poor waist.

A wet squelch sounds as he begins pulling out to thrust in again and your red cheeks flame even harder, knowing you’re definitely soaking him and yourself.

L waits for a second and slyly says, “Is that a snail in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

You laugh loud and abruptly, nearly choking as he pushes in again through the joke. You love his sense of humor but sometimes he’s really got to read the room, still though, you feel more at ease.

L feels his cock tense and balls clench and resolves to move faster, in order to please both parties. His hips slam against yours deeply as he fucks himself into you, your slick pussy driving him halfway mad.

“F-fuck.. please! Please, L, please!” You sound like you’re crying from the desperation in your voice but from the pornographic moans leaking at a consistent rate, L knows it feels good to you.

Atleast he hopes it does, and when he realizes he wants to make it better, he angles so that with each thrust, your clit rubs against the smooth table and instantly feels the effects, your cunt squeezing infinitely harder.

He lets out a choked noise for the first time and you nearly cum right then, his broken voice groaning sounds ethereal to your ears.

“Y/n…I’m going to orgasm.” You almost chuckle at his use of vocabulary but nod hurriedly nonetheless.

“Mmmm..me too, fuck….harder, please!”

L thrusts harder at your command and gave a few final desperate ruts before letting out a string of your name connected to a deep, long sob of ‘fuck’. You clench around him and pant out his alias as you shake through your release.

He nearly falls on top of you and thankfully rolls to the side with a satiated look, slowly pulling himself out of your sore, dripping hole.

After a few beats of heavy breathing, you shoot him a tired smile and ask, “Get what you wanted?”

He looks back at you with something unidentifiable and smiles slightly too.

light was never one to lose his composure so easily. he was calm and collected, didn’t lash out that often -- actually he didn’t lash out at all throughout your whole relationship.

so you could imagine the shock and surprise you felt when he made his glare towards L very obvious. i mean, you weren’t doing anything. you were just conversing with L.

the plan for that day was for you to meet L. but he wouldn’t have said or suggested in your meeting if he had known that you two were already familiar. actually a lot more familiar and comfortable than light liked. he had just recently found out that you and L were friends since you were little.

so anyone could tell that light was very upset when he saw how close you two actually were. but light would have to endure it for a couple more minutes because you two had just gotten there and he didn’t want to be rude. L was still suspecting him of being kira, so he would have to go through with it.

you knew he was kira. was that going to make you think anything else of him? no. of course you had your own beliefs, but so did light. so you respected his while he respected yours; simple.

back to what was happening, you and light went to a hotel to meet L. you two were sitting on the couch while light sat on the other one in front of that couch while scrolling through an app.

light looked up at you two laughing through his eyelashes before looking at the time. it was 8:54 pm. he decided in his head to wait until it was 9 to leave. and in those few minutes left, it felt like an hour had gone by and had to endure you and L cracking jokes and looking at each other as if you were high school sweethearts.

light looked at the time again. it was 9 pm. “alright, y/n, time to go. i was planning to take you somewhere after,” he stood up from the couch and put his phone back in his pocket before grabbing your hand.

before you could retaliate you two were already out the hotel room and heading towards the lobby. you looked back at light while being dragged away, “light!” you drawled out, “why didn’t you tell me we were going somewhere after? i wouldn’t worn something nicer,” you looked down at the basic outfit you had on.

“you look fine with that on. besides, it wouldn’t ticked me off more,” he muttered under his breathe.

he didn’t know what he was feeling. he wanted to find out L’s name as soon as possible. this fueled his need to kill him. he wanted to call misa right there and have her come and look at his real name with her shinigami eyes. he wanted to knock out L and his smile that he gave you. he wanted L to watch him make you feeling things only he could make you feel. he wanted to do so much to make L feel what he was feeling, but her had to remain unbothered.

that is until he got you two back to light’s apartment.

the whole car ride there was silent, the only thing that was heard were the soft lyrics and beats of ‘no role modelz’ by j. cole filling your ears. the only thing that showed that light was visibly upset was his clenched eyes and how his eyes slimmed down, unlike how his eyes normally were.

when light finally got you two to where he wanted to take you, you looked up to see light’s apartment, “why are we here? i thought you said you wanted to take me somewhere.” light didn’t answer you as he opened the door and got out -- slamming the car door and walking up to his number.

you scoffed before taking off your seatbelt and following after him.

you called out his name multiple times and in those times he would ignore you. when you two finally got into his apartment, you grabbed his arm and turned him around, “light! what’s wrong with you! i’ve been calling your name multiple times now and you keep ignoring me! i don’t remember doing anything that annoyed you. so the reason better a god-fucking-tier reason.”

light’s eyes never looked so mean, “you wanna know why i’m upset? i’m upset because of how you were giggling and laughing with L. i didn’t like it and i want to kill L, is that what you want to hear?!”

you scoffed in annoyance, “so you’re telling me that you dragged me away unwillingly because you were fucking jealous? seriously light, i told you i was friends with ryuzaki once! if you were going to act like that, then why did you set up a day for the three of us to hang out if you knew we were close friends?!” light was acting like a complete child.

“jealousy?! i wasn’t jealous y/n, i just didn’t like how you close you two were! besides i have nothing to be jealous of, it’s not like you would ever leave me for him would you?!” he got up in your face before you shoved him away.

“and what if i did, hm? what would you do then light!” light lifted his hand as if you to slap you, “oh so you’re gonna hit me now, light?!”

“i might as well!”

“do it then,” your eyes glared at him -- challenging him to even lay a finger on you. before light could actually do or say anything you smacked him. the echo of the hit going around the kitchen.

light’s head was still turned to the side in shock, a hand coming up to touch his cheek since it was beginning to sting, “i will let you get away with a lot of things, light. but something you will never ever do, is lay a finger on me.” you walked away from him but you didn’t get too far since light grabbed your arm.

“now what, light! haven’t you had enough already?! just drop it. if you were jealous fine whatever. but do not fucking touch me right now,” the next thing you knew you were thrown against the wall.

you groaned in a pain as you put a hand on the back of your head, “light what the hell was that for?!” light enclosed you between the wall and himself, the warmth of his body hitting yours, making you realize how close he was.

“you know..,” the two of you met eyes -- both of them filled with anger and annoyance, “you’re really starting to piss me the fuck off,” light’s lips met yours in a harsh manner.

you did the same with light as both of your hands came up to light’s hair. yours and lights heads were going in different directions, noses clashing, breathing heavily, teeth clashing with one another, hands roaming each others bodies.

you lifted your shirt as light immediately attached his lips to your nipple. you sighed in pleasure before grabbing the hem of lights shirt and taking it off, trying to pull his body closer.

your arms wrapped themselves around light’s neck as light lifted you by the back of your thighs. “i’m still mad at you,” you said in between kisses.

light kicked his bedroom door open and closed it with his foot. he put you against his door and started leaving kisses down the side of your neck and collarbone, “you won’t be saying that in a minute, will you?” as if on cue, you could feel light’s cock against your clothes pussy.

you let out a whimper as your back arched at the feeling of him grinding against you and him leaving marks on your neck.

you reincorporated the same movements as you craved more friction, “please, more,” you breathed out.

light detached himself from your neck, “beg.”

“fucking shit, light. give me more, please!” you begged while trying to grind harder against light.

“ask nicer and maybe i’ll give it to you.’

“baby, please. please fuck me,” you were beyond desperate for light right now and if light didn’t give fuck you right then and there, you would go to L instead.

light took in your appearance. disheveled hair, swollen lips, pleading eyes, flushed face, a bra strap off your shoulder and marks on your neck. “hm,” light licked his lips, “since you asked so nicely.”

light walked over to his bed and sat you down, looking down at you. he put a hand on your throat, “open,” you did as told -- opening your mouth with an innocent look in your eyes.

light spit in your mouth, watching as you closed your mouth and swallowed it before he could even tell you so. sure you could stick up for yourself, but when it came to your situation at the moment, you would submit to light for him to manhandle you.

light pursed your lips together, “such a greedy little thing aren’t you?” you nodded your head.

light leaned down and kissed you before pulling away. “lay down. now.” you crawled on the bed, purposely arching your back and turning around so you could lay down on your back.

light crawled on top of you, putting a knee in between your thighs and up against your cunt. you gasped at the friction as light moved his knee against your clothed pussy. “now you listen to me. i am beyond pissed at you right now. you don’t come until i tell you to,”

you nodded your head as light pulled down your jeans and panties together.

goosebumps surfaced your skin when the cool air met your wet pussy. you unclipped your bra before laying back down and throwing the bra somewhere in the room.

you whine when feeling light’s finger trace the line of your pussy. “fucking shit, light. please, do something,” you spread your legs even more shamelessly. you heard the noise of a belt being unbuckled and jeans being throw in the room.

you looked down and saw light’s cock. it was beyond hard, precum smeared on the tip. light teased you, his tip rubbing your clit and purposely avoiding your clenching hole.

you groaned, “light! please, i won’t talk to him again-” before you could continue you and light gasped when he slipped in.

“fuck,” light groaned, placing a hand on your throat, feeling around for your windpipe. you moaned, throwing your head back against the pillow and trying to grind up against him. the feeling of him stretching you out made you want to suck him dry.

light began to move slowly, in and out with a slow motion but thrusting hard, “you’re such an attention whore.” he seethed, now letting all his emotions get the better of him, “this is what you wanted huh? fucking slut,” his hips snapped against yours harder and faster -- the sound of skin hitting skin and the squelch of your pussy filling your ears, the hand around your throat tightening.

you let out a pathetic moan as you nodded, “yes. i’m an attention whore,” the feeling of light ruthlessly fucking you was a bliss and you didn’t want it to end.

light for on his knees and put his hands on your waist, using your body to move against his cock.

the headboard began to hit the wall as you spread your legs spread even more, “fucking shit light!” light hissed when he felt your nails dig into his ass to pull him closer.

“you gonna try to make me jealous again?” he watched as your eyes screwed shut, head shaking vigorously.

“no! never again!” your legs began to shake and before you could say anything, your body writhed and shook, legs spasming and body shivering. “fuck- light, i’m- i’m sorry.”

light looked down in anger, “are you fucking kidding me, y/n?” his hips snapped harder against yours. you cried out at the overstimulation, trying to let out a word. “i get that you liked my cock so much, but oh my fuck are you such a bitch for my cock.” it hurt so bad but hurt so good that all you could do was moan and take it.

eventually, another orgasm was beginning to build, and light was getting close.

the warmth and tightness was unreal to light. sweat was dripped down light’s neck and his thrusts began to get sloppy.

all of a sudden light’s hips faltered as his eyebrows knitted together. he slowed down -- hips circling and that’s when you felt something being released inside of you. a shiver went up your spine as a moan left your mouth.

as much as light tried, he tried to keep his composure but he couldn’t help the moan that left his mouth.

light fell to your chest and stayed there. both of you were sweaty as fuck, as you both tried to catch your breathe.

light finally got up and pulled out and you shivered at the feeling. goosebumps surfacing your skin.