Summary: It had been nearly three months since you and L even kissed for longer than three seconds and it was driving you up a wall. You understood he had a job to do but whenever you tried to do anything romantic with him, he'd blow you off.
Warnings: Heavy smut, swearing, angst
Themes/tags: Lâs a bit of a dick, Face-riding, Makeup Sex
Lucky enough, the Taskforce didn't mind you around and usually accepted you into social gatherings and you and Misa became close friends. You loved hanging out with Misa and having girls-night sleepovers on Fridays like you were kids again. She was really kind to you and understood and validated your feelings of loneliness in a relationship with L being because she was in a quite similar position.
And since L trusted you, you were able to take Misa out of the Taskforce at times and tonight, you two were going to go watch a movie and get some dinner.
Once the movie was finished, you walked to the restaurant joking about the character arks and the cheesy lines.
After ordering, Misa asked you with a flirty smirk on her face, "So, Y/n, how's your sex life going with Ryuzaki."
You nearly spit out your water, choking on it and coughing.
"I-um- oh, well it's not really a big part of our lives." You say, blushing.
"Oh, come on, Y/n. It's not like we're strangers, tell me what it's really like. How's sex with the world's greatest detective?"
"Misa!" You hissed, looking around making sure no one heard, "I-Oh, fine, okay. It's horrible. We haven't even had full sex yet just some handjobs here and there which I don't mind but we haven't even made out in three months. I respect his space and boundaries, of course, and I'll only do what he's comfortable with but wow, we are wasting so much electricity on my vibes when he could just give me five seconds of attention. It doesn't even have to be kinky sex, although I love getting praised, but for gods sakes, I'd sell my soul for a french kiss."
Misa wasn't expecting that. Well, she wasn't really expecting him to be some sex god either, but the fact that he hasn't had sex with a babe like you once, is insane in her opinion. It was obvious that you wanted to talk to someone about it by the way you practically burst out your complaints.
"Geez, Y/n, why do you think he won't?"
You sighed, sipping your water and watching the waiters carry food out.
"I don't know, Mises. I just- maybe I'm not pretty to him, you know? Whenever he gives me the rare compliment, it's always about my kindness and my mental traits. I mean, It's Ryuzaki, so I don't think he'd just be attracted to your outsides but he never makes me feel beautiful. And who would want to have sex with someone they don't think is beautiful?"
Misa's jaw dropped. L may not be the worst boyfriend, that was Light, but he clearly hasn't been paying attention to your insecurities and your happiness. She reached across the table and grabbed your hand, squeezing and giving you a reassuring smile,
"Aw, Y/n, I'm so sorry. You've been with him for what, two years? You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel pretty, and you are pretty, Y/n, Ryuzaki just has a couple screws lose. Hell, even I'd have sex with you just to have sex with somebody, Light and I haven't fucked at all!"
Y/n chuckled and were about to respond when the waiter came back with their food, interrupting their conversation and breaking up their hands.
Once the waiter left and the pair were happily munching on their food, Y/n came up with a great idea. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve and ignoring Misa's look of disgust at the stain, Y/n spoke,
"What if, when we get back, I try to get Ryuzaki away from Light so that you guys can spend some time together too, and you know, we can both get what we need right now."
Misa gasped and cheered at the statement,
"Yes, you're brilliant, Y/n!"
They high-fived over the table and giggled at eachother. Misa raised a glass and proudly made a toast, "To being dicked down!"
Y/n laughed and clinked their glasses together, "To being dicked down!"
"We're back!" Misa's singsong voice echoed through the Taskforce, turning L and Lights heads towards the pair walking in.
Now that Misa pointed out L's neglect of you, it was even more obvious and it stabbed right through your heart when L rolled his eyes at your appearance and went back to work.
You walked up behind him and placed your head on top of his, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, "Aren't you done with work for the day?"
L sighed, like explaining his day to you was the worst chore he could've been assigned.
"Yes, but I want to finish these documents. Can you please get off me so I can continue."
He said it like a demand or an order but you tried to ignore the pang you felt and leaned down to kiss his cheek. Upon feeling your lips on his cheek he pulled away, making a face of disgust you saw reflect in the laptop screen.
If he couldn't even stand me kissing him, he would never want us to have sex.
Leaning back up, you walked around his chair pretending you hadn't noticed his grimace.
"Can I give you a kiss before I go to bed?"
L left out a huff of breath, as if having to scold a toddler.
"No, Y/n. I don't want affection from you."
Your heart shattered, the words driving a blade between the veins in it. You held in your tears and nodded.
"I understand. Night L, night guys."
Misa watched you with a sad look on her face as you waved and left up the stairs. Now, she was really pissed at L. Getting off Lights lap, she walked over to L fuming. He noticed her out of the corner of his eye and began to speak but was interrupted by her slapping him across the face.
L's mouth gaped and Light was equally as shocked, watching with newfound interest as Misa spoke,
"What the fuck is wrong with you, L? Can't you see you're hurting her? God, I thought you were supposed to be smart. You realize that your girlfriend tells me everything, including the fact that you don't kiss, hug or even smile at her. The fact the she feels ugly around you because you never tell her she's beautiful, because you don't kiss her and because you ignore everything she's done for you. She loves you like the gods can't stop her and you can't even kiss her goodnight, much less call her fucking pretty once in a while?! A woman needs to be praised to feel loved, and you can't even do that? If Light can act like he loves me, why can't you even show your love for her at all?"
L couldn't believe his ears, you felt ugly? But you're the most beautiful woman he'd ever met! And he was just busy, you understood that he didn't have time for silly little kisses, right? But if it was just silly little kisses, why would you be hurt? It was just silly kisses, right?
No, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd said he loved you. He hadn't kissed you in forever unprompted or given you a compliment at all in these past months. Fuck, you thought he hated you. And it seemed that you hated you too. I need to fix this.
He looked at the cameras to see you in your room. You were smearing mascara all over your face with a cloth, your skin red from your incessant rubbing and your eyes bloodshot. There was no water on the cloth yet it was still wet, tears pooling in your eyes as you dropped the cloth and looked in the mirror. You laughed miserably under your breath and began tugging on your cheeks, pulling your eyes down and making faces joylessly. Than you sighed and set your hands down on the counter, looking down at sink and letting your vision blur and spill over.
Drip by drip, your tears went down the drain, and L watched on with keen crushing feeling in his chest. He stood up, removed the handcuff on his arm, chained Light to a desk leg with it and began to make his way to your room ignoring Misa's yelling and Light's protests.
He opened your door slightly and walked towards your bathroom seeing you sitting on the floor, head resting against the wall with your eyes closed and chest shuddering in shallow breaths.
"I don't think you're ugly."
You opened your eyes and met his with a sad look of disbelief then closed them again.
"Then why don't you want me anymore?"
"I do want you. I always have." He paused watching your mouth contort into a scoff,
"I didn't intend to hurt you, I suppose I've been quite stupid these past few months."
You heard his body collapse next to yours and sighed, "Yeah, you're pretty stupid."
He waited for you to continue talking but you didn't, simply sitting next to him in silence.
Until he decided to speak up, "I think you're beautiful, Y/n. I think you have the most entrancing eyes. I could spend hours watching you think because you have this look in your eye that's somewhere between fascination and hope and it makes me want to live the rest of my life in your arms. I think you have the perfect sway to your hips when you walk that shows confidence and power. I think that your body is like no other, it draws my attention every time and I could spend all my years tracing your scars and kissing your skin."
You opened your eyes and turned to him watching him speak with a small grin on your face.
"You're gorgeous, Y/n, and I'm sorry it took so long for me to say it. No matter my excuse, I am in the wrong and I'm sorry I hurt you." He finished, meeting your eyes with his and returning the soft smile with tinted cheekbones.
"God, I wish I could stay mad at you." You said before leaning over and pressing your lips to his, feeling him smile into the kiss.
He reached towards the counter and grabbed a wet cloth as you pulled away and began to clean your face of the smeared makeup product.
As he did that, you realized something.
"Misa told you what I felt?"
He nodded and you panicked a little, "Did she say anything about you know, the deed?"
He laughed confused, gently wiping around your eyes with the cloth, "What deed? No, she didn't. What are you on about?"
You sighed relaxed, giggling slightly as you played with the hair on his nape, "Nothing, don't worry about it."
Immediately, L caught on to what you were implying just by the blush on your face and the darkened look in your eye. He watched your face as he spoke, choosing his next words carefully, "There's a room that doesn't have cameras in it and while I may not be as experienced as your previous partners, I want to make you feel good and I entrust you in telling me what you like. This can also be a way I can show my love for you and express how beautiful you are. Want to head there now?"
Your shocked eyes bore into his as you nodded slightly and allowed him to pull you to your feet by your connected hands, him dropping the forgotten cloth.
He led the path down the labyrinth of halls to a bedroom comfortably decorated with earth tones. You looked around the room, hearing the door close and lock behind you, you noticed a closet full of white shirts and baggy jeans and realized this is where L goes to sleep.
Hands wrap themselves around your waist, hot breath blowing into your neck as L speaks, "Can I make you feel good, Y/n?"
You nod and hum feeling one hand travel up and under your shirt whilst the other makes it way under the waistband of your pants. A gentle kiss is on your neck now, L's soft lips searching for your sweet spot. He finds it almost instantaneously, hearing you moan out slightly at the pressure. You feel him smirk into your neck, a bite followed seconds later causing you to gasp and tilt your head away, giving him more access as you press your lower body fully into his.
Your actions are greeted with a groan flowing out of the mouth attached to your neck and the hand under your waistband gripping your hip, grinding your ass into his growing erection.
His tongue smooths over the bite mark in your neck, leaving a throbbing bruise in its wake, distracting you as his hand travels underneath your panties. Gasping and crying out, you arch your back into him as his fingers find your clit and press down.
His mouth travels up to your ear, a ragged breath escaping as he begins to talk, "Right there? You're so wet, princess, and I've barely touched you. You like that? Like it like this too?"
Before you can answer, a finger is pushed inside you as the palm of his hand rubs against your clit. Your head flies back, slamming into the crevice between his head and shoulder, a loud moan leaving your lips.
Panting as he slowly pumps into you, you struggle out a sentence, "Ye- yes, I-oh god! Yes, I like it! Mmmhnn, right th-there! Fuck, don't stop-feels...so good!"
A devious smirk graces his lips as he allows his other hand to continue it's path up your shirt and under your bra. He rolls a nipple between his fingers with one skillful hand as the other inserts another finger, slamming into your G-spot with each forceful thrust. Gasps, cries and half-screams leave your lips as he brings you close to the brink. Seconds away from toppling over and flooding his hand, he pulls out of you, a near-broken sob leaving your throat.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna let you come. But when you do, it's going to be on my tongue."
You hear him pull his soaked fingers out of you and taste each individual one, a pleasured groan leaving him. L remembered Misa's words of advice, that you need to be praised and allowed the words to flow freely,
"You're sweeter than I'd ever imagined, now be a good girl and let me get a better taste."
L's hands pick you up gently, laying you down on the bed as he crawls in between your legs, an indescribable look of lust and admiration on his face. He reaches forward and strips you of your shirt and bra, starring at your breasts lovingly.
"What a pretty girl. Gorgeous and wanting, all for me." Praises spew from his mouth as he begins to pull off your remaining clothing off until you're completely bare. L makes eye contact with you, leaning down to kiss you with a unreadable expression on his face. It's something between indescribable desire and indescribable joy that he gets to see you like this, all worked up and practically pleading.
"Tell me what you want and it's yours, love."
You lock eyes with him, flushed cheeks exploding red at the remark, "I- I want to...*mumble mumble*..."
"What was that, sweetheart? I couldn't quite hear you."
His unrelenting starring at you continued without cease, you having to turn your head out of shear embarrassment in order to say it.
"I want to ride your face."
A cocky grin spread across L's face as he lowers his body down the path of yours, spreading your legs slowly as he spoke, "Good choice, princess. Ready when you are."
Your hips are lifted off the bed as he moves to the side, allowing you to nearly straddle his neck as he sets you down on top of him. A reassuring yet lustful look is met with your eyes as you look down at him in between your thighs.
You slowly pick your hips up and hold your pussy over his face, contemplating the situation before his tongue is in your folds, licking a slow strip up. You gasp a drop a hand to grab his hair, the other holding yourself up by the bed frame as he rubs his nose against the huddle of nerves, thrusting his tongue inside you and gathering your arousal.
Your knuckles turn white as he begins to eat you out like you're his last meal, tongue bold yet controlled against your sopping core. L grabs your hips and pushing your further into him as you use his mouth to get yourself off. Screams of pleasure echo through the room as you feel yourself getting close again. You grab his hair with both hands, moving your hips like there's no tomorrow and loudly begging him to let you finish.
Hearing your cries of need, he increases his speed and slams his tongue into you, allowing you to ride his nose as he fucks into you.
Gasping and moaning, with one final swipe against your clit, you're squirting against L's mouth, tears of exhaustion and desperation spilling from your eyes. The salty-sweet flavor of your pussy runs down his throat and all over his chin, the taste a memory ingrained in his brain.
Your hands drop to the side of his face, slowly rubbing your dripping cunt on his face. You begin to lift yourself up, interrupted by L pulling you by your hips back into his face and licking you clean. You squeal and pull away, giggling and blushing slightly.
"I'm too sensitive, L.... Fuck, how are you so good at that?" You say as you move to the side lifting your hips off his face.
"When we first got together, I knew you had been with others who had done sexual acts with you so I researched online to find what feels good for you, in case we ever did anything. But you never asked, so I assumed that it didn't bother you and just let it fester in my memory. I'm glad I looked it up though, you make the most wonderful sounds when I touch you right here."
He reaches his hand across your body and rubs your clit with his forefinger, causing you to gasp and snap your thighs together.
He snickered and retracted his hand, allowing himself the pleasure of tasting you on his finger.
"In truth, now that I've had a taste of you, I'd forsake my desserts for your cunt any day."
Blushing, you turned to face him with a barely mustered up confidence and said, "You know, I don't have a gag reflex. Maybe some time, you'll let me taste you too."
L pulled you closer by your hips, a surprised squeak leaving your mouth as you come face to face with his cocky expression. He rubs slow, soft circles into your hips as he speaks, comforting your worn-out body, "I'm sure I'd love that. But for now, I'm fine with just holding you. I've been neglecting you for months and I have a lot of loving to make up on. Besides, I'd rather spend the rest of my days in between your thighs than ever eat a slice of cake again, I'm sure that says something about me but I'm not sure what."
Humming with content, you leaned in and kissed him lazily, "I do love getting pampered. You give the best massages."
He smiled back, caressing you gently and recapturing your lips in between words, "Sleep well, my love. I'll see you in the morning."
You drift asleep in his arms, soundlessly dreaming of the love you'd been waiting for as he holds you. Eventually, he stood up and made his way towards the main room, where Light and Misa were waiting for him.
"Did the worlds greatest detective just lose his virginity?"
L chuckled at Lights statement, rolling his eyes, "Not yet, but I did discover that there is something sweeter than cake and that is Y/n. You'll be happy to know that Y/n's frustrations have been taken care of, Misa."
Misa laughed, "I knew that the moment you took her from that room, she'd be satisfied simply because of your tongue abilities. You're acting like she hasn't fawned over you tying cherry stems in your mouth and licking sugar cubes."
L debauchedly grinned, "She certainly tastes better than both."
