Hiii!! Okay so I have a request lol. So like L and reader are dating and it’s he’s still doing the Kira case, reader lowk starts ovulating and while everyone is working she drags L out and Into their bedroom to handle her needs. I’m currently ovulating rn so it would be awesome. Also (almost) merry Christmas!!
Hello!!! Um, this is a request from December and I'm so, so sorry I just got to it now qwq I got carried awaya and wanted to make this good so, hello Anon, I hope you enjoy this one! I really put my heart into it <3
2000+ words, NSFW, no protection, body worship adjacent, author's barely disguised fetishes i guess
He was all you could think about since you left for the day.
It was just a small thing, really. Inconsequential, even. When the morning started, L just literally reached over a cupboard to get you a mug so you could have coffee together but it wasn't that gesture that caught your attention, it was the fact that his shirt hiked up enough for you to see skin that's not usually exposed with the sparse trail of hair that lead from his belly button disappearing down his jeans.
You peeled your eyes away fast enough for him not to notice. Before you can even say anything, something has come up and now you both don't get to enjoy coffee together because you have to go to work. You're on field duty this time and he kisses you on the cheek before you go. His scent lingers around you for a moment and you wish you didn't have to leave immediately so you can just bury your face in his neck and inhale him.
All those "inconsequential little things" were enough to keep you preoccupied at work, but luckily you're a professional and can stay levelheaded. You would be lying if memories of him and how his breathing sounds as you kiss his neck didn't cross your mind a thousand times throughout the day, though.
It was afternoon by the time you and the Task Force have made it back but you've never felt more energized as you weaved through the hallways to his office. He's perched on the sofa when you find him, his thumb pressed to his lips as he scrolled through his screen monitor. He's so hot when he works, he's so, so attractive when he does the thing he's good at.
You don't even realize you've already walked over and sat down beside him, the feeling has you entranced.
"Welcome back, love," L greets you, a small smile on his usually stoic face.
Did you even answer him? You don't remember. All you know is you now have your lips pressed against his cheek, the smell of his skin working like an aphrodisiac as it enveloped your senses. The kiss lingers but you manage to pull away and rediscover what words are. You can almost feel your pupils dilate as you stare at him.
"I missed you, I missed you," you stammer, ears hot, blood racing.
"We just saw each other this morning," Your ever observant boyfriend replies. "Is something the matter? You feel slightly warmer than usual, are you alright?"
"Love, I..." your throat constricts and you lay your face on his neck instead, feeling the goosebumps on his skin with your lips. It's a miracle how you're still able to hold back, honestly. This catches him off guard, a broken sigh escaping his throat.
"Words, dear," L manages to speak in between struggling breaths as he rests a hand on the small of your back.
"I need you," you whisper to his ear with carnally fueled desperation.
"Need me?" He pulls away to hold your face up to him by your chin. "Use your words, please."
"L, I," you look up at his pale face, stoic, unreadable, domineering. With impassioned resolve you manage to drag him off of the sofa by his arm, leading him away where you can be alone. "Just come with me, please, before the others get here."
The carpet muffles your thudding footsteps as you practically run out of his office, straight to his private suite that he conveniently booked in an adjoining room. His door slamming shut was the last thing you heard before your thundering nervous system decided it would take over your auditory senses.
"Love..?" L calls out to you with a hand on your cheek. You lean into his palm, savoring the warmth of his touch before pulling him by the neck to finally kiss him. You feel his other hand around your waist holding you up, and you wander to the edge of his bed where you collapse into it on top of him. He kisses you fervently through it all and he tastes like vanilla and sugar, sweet and delectable, everything you needed right now.
"L," you sigh his name as you leave his lips to trace kisses down to his neck. "I want you right now, I've been craving you the whole morning, my skin feels on fire." Your hand wanders down the hem of his shirt so you could expose more of his bare skin but he beats you to it and takes it off, first.
L Lawliet has always been a sight to behold to you, breathtaking. His skin is almost doll-like with how his sweat made it glisten, the contours of his slender physique masterfully sculpted in every detail. He’s captivating, the sight of him is almost too sinful that you feel like looking away because how can this man be real? He looks up at you with glassy eyes as you straddle him and admire his slim physique, his chest heaving with every bated breath. There’s anticipation and unmistakable lust in that starless night staring back at you. You tenderly touch his neck with the tips of your fingers, caressing downwards to his collarbones, his pectorals, his stomach. He closes his eyes, taking in the sensations with a deep sigh.
"Is that why you've been in sort of a daze earlier before you left?" he coos in his soothing monotone before his breath is choked out when he feels your tongue on his clavicle.
There's a wanton haze over you as your mouth worked its way on his body, tasting him, inhaling his scent, reveling in the sounds he made when your tongue makes contact with his nipple and you stay in it for a while, eliciting more reactions from him. Your hand wanders down to his jeans, feeling the taut material with the tips of your fingers and he writhes under your feathery touch. You pull yourself away, basking in the way his chest rose as he breathed, the wonderful outline of the lean muscles in his stomach, that lovely, lovely trail of hair that starts around his belly button and traces a path downwards... He's irresistible. Once again you dive into his skin with a searing appetite, every inch of him should be covered in your reverence.
L's ragged breathing and muted sighs are music to your ears, invigorating and sensual. Your hands make light work of his jeans and you couldn't help but giggle at how he bolted upright to help himself out of the cruel confines of his clothing.
There he is, strong, hard, ready for you, it almost makes you drool. You gently press your lips on the tender tip of his cock, his precum wet and salty on your tongue. L exhales loudly, his hand finding its way on your cheek, caressing you lovingly with his thumb. You look up to see his face flushed, his lips luscious and parted as he whispers your name. You stick your tongue out, lapping the circumference of his tip and he hisses. Oh, how you love hearing every sound he makes.
Slowly you take him into your mouth, bobbing your head as you claim every inch. It used to be a struggle to go down his entire length, but with how often you've been having sex with each other it has gotten easier. He tangles his fingers in your hair, grunting softly as you go on with your incitement. It's all so stimulating, honestly, even the fact that you feel his cock straining in your throat with tears trickling down your face. Your hand finds its way to your center where you find yourself practically dripping in excitement. You slowly start to touch yourself, being careful to just give yourself enough of a spur, but not too much that you finish yourself. You come up for air, strings of saliva dripping on his cock and L abruptly sits up and forces you to your back.
"I feel it's unfair I let you do all the work when I'm supposed to be the one pleasuring you," He lifts your thigh up and takes his place between your legs. "You need me for this, don't you?"
You nod, biting your lip.
"Good, keep your fingers busy, love," he requests. He then dips his head towards your neck, returning the favor.
His mouth is hot on your flesh, his tongue setting your skin ablaze. You can't help but fill the room with his name in repetition. He kisses you all the way to your nipples, the way you did for him earlier, and you're just about to burst at the seams. He licks the sensitive nub gently, the tip of his tongue tracing circles around your areola, sucking, kissing. Time seems to not work in this room, all you know is pleasure, indulgence, and the decadence of him.
He pulls away, the starless night in his eyes enveloping you in its vastness.
"Eyes on me, please. Tell me when you're about to cum."
You do as he says and stare up at him, your jaw slack and breathing uneven. Your other hand traces the tightened muscles on his arm that held your thigh up. L teases your drenched entrance with his tip, his other hand stroking himself with measured patience. It's all too much, from the fact that you were waiting for this the whole day, and how hot he looked.
"L, L, please," you beg. "I'm gonna come, please, please."
It's like he knew the exact moment you needed him. He plunges himself inside you right down at the hilt, smirking at how you took him so easily from how wet and ready you were. You throw your head back, spine arching off of the bed as you scream his name. Every thrust was like a firework exploding inside you, the sensation so euphoric that your eyes started going out of focus.
"Fucking god," you cuss out.
"Too good," you blurt out, still riding the high you're not sure you're coming down from as he continues to piston himself in and out of you. "So good."
L leans down and you wrap your thighs around his waist. Your lips find each other and you feel goosebumps down your neck as your tongues dance with each other. He pulls away, forehead resting on yours, his thrusts becoming a scattered pattern.
"Come inside me, L, please."
He readjusts his position, making sure you’re able to feel all of him. His thrusts are faster now, and you’re an overloaded fuse about to explode again. You lock your legs around him.
“L, again,” you whine. “Again, I’m coming again.”
He drives himself into you as deep as he could go and a stifled cry emerges from your throat as you repeat his name. He lets out a raspy exhale and you feel liquid heat in your core as he unloads himself inside you. You reach out to him and he leans back down to kiss you gently, tasting sweat on his lips.
“You’re so good,” you smile at him.
“I aim to please,” he smiles back, his voice gravelly from the effort. “But if I recall correctly, once is not enough.”
You laugh heartily at his statement, he knows you too well. He catches his breath for a moment, still fitted between your legs and you lazily hook your ankles around his waist to let him settle his weight comfortably on you.
L claims your lips again, his kisses warm, sweet, a blissfulness wrapped in breathy sighs and tender longing. For a moment there, nothing mattered, and you almost thought about the case again but before the entire idea could manifest his mouth traveled to your neck and you exhaled in delight. Right now, there’s only indulgence. Greedy, luscious and decadent indulgence that is him.
