hooking up with your co-worker is probably, most definitely against company policy.. but his moves are so calculated and tantalising that you can't help but bask in the dalliance. he knew exactly what angle to rock his hips at, where you like to be touched, and what he had to say to make your pussy clamp around his cock so deliciously. he's pounding you in missionary, stuttering out a pathetic, "y'feel so good, hnnn! c-can't stop—too good.. aah!" into your ear.
he's a fast learner and it shows. his iq is higher than his libido and the fact that he's the most intelligent person you've ever met is only making you crazier.
loser lawliet fucks with passion. his nose is always buried in a book or some stupid case file, so it's no wonder that he's been going for three rounds with how pent-up he must've been. his swollen tip pounds your cervix at a brutal pace as he lets out a desperate, "ah, ah! 'm cumming, cumming—hnngh!" before spilling his seed inside the confines of your aching cunt.
lawliet cums so much it's embarrassing, using his load from earlier as lube to keep on fucking you over and over again as you moan into the crook of his neck. without warning, he slides out of the comforting warmth of your pussy, leaves a kiss on your forehead and immediately turns his attention towards the mess he's made. "h-huh? eru, what are you—"
he pushes your legs apart, proudly putting your sopping cunt on full display as he watches his own semen leak out. "just checking. your pleasure is important to me," he says bluntly as he buries his face between your thighs. you gasp as he spreads your pussy lips with his thumbs, letting out a satisfied, 'hm' at the sight of his latest assignment. you're so incredibly full of him that it's making you feel bloated.
"you're so sensitive to my touch, aren't you?" he coos, smearing his load all over your clit. you choke out a whiny, "hnngh! eru you're not—aah—done yet?" as your legs flail at the intrusion, feeling his index finger flick your sweet spot. "you see, i don't usually like messy things.." he leans in to take a closer look, inspecting your poor pussy as if it's just another one of his case samples before sticking his tongue into your needy hole.
the sweet tang of his cum hits his tastebuds straight away, paired perfectly with your own juices in an abhorrently lewd taste. the euphoria goes straight to his cock. you shudder at the sensation, screaming out a shaky, "a-ah, ah! fuck, hnngh! eruuu!"
you're crushing his head with your thighs, but the pleasure's so overwhelming that you simply can't help it. your walls spasm around his tongue as he flicks and swirls it around, practically making out with your creamy cunt. "fuck—aah! e-eru, shit, oh my god!" you mewl, tugging on a lock of his jet black hair as you're pulling his face closer towards your heat. he starts to slow down, and it feels like heaven's being stripped away from you the moment he comes to an abrupt halt.
"ah, where was i? oh, yes." he trails off, eyeing a bead of cum racing down your ass. "i'm not a huge fan of messy things, you know." his tongue catches the droplet, lapping it up before spitting it back into your overflowing pussy. right where it belongs. his touch is reverent as he lets his hands roam your body once again, softly caressing your labia. "..but this. this is an exception."
a/n happy birthday to my favourite character of all time!! didn't know how do address him so i hope "eru" is okay, "l" looks so awkward on it's own...
⟡₊ ⊹ what it's like to have L Lawliet as a boyfriend ⟡₊ ⊹
✦ L may be a sweet tooth, but he's incredibly useless when it comes to anything involving the kitchen. Has he tried several times to concoct his favorite desserts as a snack (and also to surprise you when you got home from shopping with friends)? Yes, multiple times. But each time, you always came home to a pure disaster, with pots and pans all over the place, burnt cookies or a crumbled cake on the counter, and a mildly distressed L in the midst of the chaos, oven mitt in hand as he plugged in an electric fan to blow away the remaining smoke.
✦ He used to be awkward when it came to anything involving physical touch, but after he met you, that completely changed. Now, if you happen to be anywhere remotely close to him, he'll be finding ways to initiate physical contact. He'll play with your hair, lean against you, trace the paths of your fingertips, and wrap his arms around you. Still, though, he tends to be shy about kissing. Don't misunderstand him, he desperately wants nothing more than to plant thousands of kisses all over your face, but the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable, or give you the impression that he's anything but the calm and collected detective.
✦ Of course, L knows everything about you. He doesn't need to take notes, he merely observes. What you don't tell him, he deduces. He knows what foods you like and don't like, and he can perfectly read your emotions in order to dole out the appropriate response. Lonely? He'll always be there for you. If you're upset and need some space alone? He respects your wish without once asking the problem (because chances are, he's already deduced that, too.)
✦ Despite being one of the greatest detectives, L can be surprisingly childish. He gets excited over what you would consider the most meaningless things (mostly over cake and any form of baked goods.)
✦ He pretends to hate whenever you squish his cheeks and call him adorable (because let's face it, he is adorable), but he secretly enjoys the attention.
✦ He has a lot of energy for someone who constantly appears sleep deprived. He says its because of all the sugar, and his brain uses the desserts as fuel to work on the cases day and night. But secretly, he believes that his high energy levels are entirely thanks to you. Whenever you're around him, he feels strangely lightheaded, and his veins thrum with excitement that could never come from any form of sugar.
✦ Thanks to his unshakeable sugar addiction, most of his pet names for you involve his favorite desserts. Forget sugar or sweetheart, he's over here calling you strawberry shortcake and tea cakes. At first, it was something of a joke, but the more you implored him to stop, the more persistent he became. (However, he never went so far as to use the crazy pet names in public, as he was afraid of revealing that the world's greatest detective had a soft spot for his perfect girlfriend.)
a/n: these aren't the best, i just wanted to get this out of the drafts lol
TW: nsfw, explicit language!! ♥︎ // fem reader x L Lawliet ୨ৎ
It was a gloomy Wednesday night. As usual, you and L were left alone in the headquarters. You were sat in a hard chair, your eyes fixed on the paperwork before you. L sat in his comfortable seat, his knees pressed tightly to his chest as he gazed into the computer before him. Occasional yawns and curses were heard through the relatively small room, a common occurrence. You weren't one to complain though, especially not when you could be alone with the worlds greatest detective.
After about thirty minutes of pure boredom and silence, you heard L's chair turn around. He faced you, his tired eyes locking with yours before he began speaking. You'd never admit it out loud, although you knew that your heart beat ten times faster when L acknowledged you. It had been like that since you first started working with him, but you had always been too stubborn to accept it.
"You're quiet today." L uttered, his tone plain, yet loaded with intrigue. His pale lips curled up into a smile, resulting in your cheeks flaring red. The pure sight of him, so interested in you, observing you, it was all far too overwhelming. Your gaze hit the ground before you stammered out a half-hearted excuse.
"Sorry, I-It's been a long day." You lied, crossing one of your fishnet covered legs over the other. Your heels ticked nervously as you attempted to maintain eye contact, which only made you look even more like a nervous wreck. Your flustered face was unmistakeable, especially for a true detective like L. He observed the way you reacted to his presence, which only fueled his desire to make your cheeks glow even more red. He wasn't the flirty type, yet the urge to have you made his eye twitch.
Sensing your obvious lie, L allowed his black chair to roll closer to you. He was determined to find out who you really were, or maybe, what he really was? Nevertheless, a jolt of excitement coursed through his body as he finally got to expose you for something that only he knew about. You thought that you had kept your self pleasing secret away from all eyes, yet apparently that was only a wish.
"I heard you from the sofa yesterday." L whispered, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he inched even closer to you. His confidence had rose as much as it possibly could with the way he had you frozen to the chair. You practically flinched at those words, your eyes widening as you solely stared at L for a few seconds before a silent whimper left your mouth. The face of the woman L saw daily had now bloomed red, adding even further to his imagination.
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. . . "I'll help you do it better."
L's fingers were plunging in and out of you, making you moan into his calloused hand. His fingers curled so nicely into you, you were basically on the verge of orgasming already. He toyed with your clit, flicking it skillfully as if he had done it a million times before. His boner was evident through his pants, grinding under you as you sat in his lap. His breath was hot in your ear, his black hair grazing your cheek as you squirmed weakly.
You were under his mercy, his command. He audibly gasped as you ground against him, making his cock even harder. For a moment, you debated whether you should unbuckle the annoying belt covering his dick or not. You decided to act on it, carefully slipping his length in between your soaked thighs. L could barely contain himself from ejaculating, yet he stayed patient to ensure your pleasure.
"You're so fucking eager, aren't you?" He moaned before positioning his soaked tip at your entrance. Finally, he slowly entered you, your tight walls enveloping him, resulting in his breath hitching loudly. His hand went to knead one of your breasts while his other hand went to cover your mouth. He wanted to be sure that no one could hear you and come barging in. He was a 'professional' after all.
L's cock practically stabbed in and out of you, making your eyes roll back. He had a tight grip on your hair as he continued using you as his cumdump. Your bodies slapped together at a brutal pace, setting no space for intervenience. You wanted to be his completely, his good girl. He made sure to remind you that you were, by going even quicker.
"You're doing so good for me, just a little more." He whispered, his stomach tightening with pleasure as he started to reach his peak. You moaned and squirmed, your breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his steady thrusts. His hand now explored your pussy again, playing with your sensitive flesh as you, soon enough, reached an orgasm as well. You both came at the same time, his seed filling your tight cunt up to the brim.
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The day after that, during a meeting, you exchanged knowing glances with L. He spoke about the Kira-case skillfully, almost as skillfully as he toyed around with you the other night. You felt the butterflies in your stomach as you thought about the fact that you were the only one who got to see him like that. You had never been able to imagine him like that before and now, you knew how every inch of his body looked.
After the meeting, L sat down beside you by a table. His hand found its way to massage your thigh, then your inner thigh. Since the other task-force members were still around, L didn't go further just yet. Maybe he would, though? After all, he wasn't just exploring what kind of person you were, but also what he, himself, truly was. . .
LIVING WITH MATT & MELLO ( heavily suggestive, matt x mello x fem reader yep ahah )
matt walks around the apartment in loose gray joggers slung low on his hips, waistband twisted like he didn’t bother pulling them on all the way, controller in hand, glasses slipping down his nose — somehow it is more pornographic than if he were naked. he’s got bedhead and a fresh cigarette in his mouth and he leans over the kitchen counter while you’re making coffee, hand casually brushing the back of your thigh like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. but he does. he always does. behind you, mello slams a cabinet just loud enough to make you flinch. “we out of sugar or are you two just being fucking disgusting before i’ve had breakfast?” matt grins without looking. “you want a taste, come get it.”
mello makes you sit on the kitchen counter when he bakes — shirtless, apron loose around his waist, flour on his fingers and heat in his eyes, licking chocolate off his knuckles like he knows what it does to you. he calls it “quality control,” but the way he slips between your legs and mouths at your jaw mid-stir is anything but professional. matt walks in mid-mess, bites into a cookie, nods at your dazed face. “good batch. definitely used her right.” mello tosses flour at him. you get caught in the crossfire, legs still shaking from where he’d pressed you into the fridge ten minutes before.
lazy mornings are hell and heaven — mello’s always up early, hair wet from the shower, pacing the apartment with a cigarette while he rants about something political in just boxers. you’re face-down on the couch, dead to the world. matt’s sprawled next to you, one hand under your shirt like it belongs there — because it does. mello walks by and smacks your ass hard enough to wake you up, says, “get up, pretty thing, you’ve got things to do and people to ruin.” matt just smirks into your shoulder and murmurs, “you heard the man.”
movie nights are a trap. matt will pull you onto his lap halfway through a slow scene and pretend it’s just cuddling, but his hand will be under your thigh, inching up. mello starts with your neck — soft kisses, then bites. he always gets competitive. you’re in the middle, flushed and shifting, trying to pretend you’re still watching the screen when mello pulls your shirt down and matt tilts your chin up to kiss you with lazy heat. someone always ends up shirtless. the movie never finishes.
they fight over who gets to make you coffee in the morning, but it’s not about the coffee — it’s about who gets to watch your lips around the rim, who gets to kiss you first while you're still warm and sleepy and off guard. mello does it aggressive, with both hands on your face and tongue already in your mouth. matt does it slow, smirking, licking into your mouth like you’re his first drag of nicotine. you always end up breathless. they always end up smug.
nights are the worst. or the best. you sleep between them, and neither of them knows how to keep their hands to themselves. mello runs hot — he’s all thigh pressed against yours, hand on your stomach, breath on your neck. matt’s cooler, but his fingers are sneakier — low on your waist, thumb brushing where it shouldn’t. you wake up sweating, flushed, tangled in them like silk sheets made of sin. sometimes you don’t even remember who started what. they don’t care. you always end up wrecked anyway.
you can’t shower without one of them barging in. not because they mean to — not at first. but mello needs his comb. and then matt needs a charger. and then mello comes back because “actually, your shampoo smells like you, and i fucking need that today.” next thing you know, you’re pressed against cool tile, water still running, and someone’s asking “you want help getting your back?” with the kind of voice that doesn’t mean help.
laundry never stays folded. mello steals your tank tops. matt wears your socks. your underwear ends up in both their drawers, and neither of them cares enough to fix it — but they’ll make comments when they see you wearing his shirt. mello smirks when you wear black. matt mutters “figures” and leaves hickeys on your chest like a warning. next morning? you’re in one of mello’s silk shirts and matt’s sweats and no one says a word. but you feel the stares.
plot: while working on a case with L to catch kira, you start to catch feelings for him, and so does he. problem is, though, you’re both just… really, really awkward.
this was a request based on this ask 💟 i hope this is what you wanted / themes: feelings realisation with followed up tension, written with an x f!reader in mind, suggestive language towards the end but as a thought, nothing happens! • w.c: 2.8k
When you met L the first time, if you were honest, he did not make a good first impression on you. He was rude, impassive and arrogant, and the way he isolated himself was frustrating at best. Still, your superior officer left no room for argument, telling you, “I just have a feeling that you two will get along.”
As a hopeful detective, still new to the scene and eager to prove yourself, you took what you got. It was so rare for someone your age to get assigned to cases that meant something more beyond being a coffee mule, so you took the opportunity very seriously, regardless. You just didn’t understand why you had to work with someone that everyone else found so difficult.
Although later, you got it: you were perfect for each other.
For if L was the brains, then you were the eyes and the ears.
And the force needed you both, because the Kira case was the most maddening thing it had ever known.
After all, it was a case of endless reports and unexplained deaths, following such precise patterns that were so precise that the whole situation just felt… wrong, in a way that wasn’t natural. You’d seen criminals with all sorts of egos, vendettas and levels, but this was something far more complex and isolated.
It managed to shake even the most hardened veterans on the force nationwide.
Except L—who sat there from day to day—seemingly unfazed.
When you first met him, he was midway through spooning a horrendous amount of sugar into a cup of milky tea, studying patterns on a whole spread of screens that were stretched around a dark room. You thought he looked almost ghostly then, pale with wide, staring eyes with tired bags beneath them that begged him for respite.
His indifference annoyed you at first.
Until you understood that it was just all… focus.
Real and raw determination that glinted behind his tired eyes, that was so strong that he had forgotten how to sleep, how to eat, let alone anything else. His attendants were the ones who were shoving food directly into his mouth when he stayed in there too long—and for cases when he stayed up far beyond what should have been healthy—he was forced to sleep then, too.
And as frustrating as he was, you found yourself admiring him.
Which was why, when he cracked a crucial lead, you decided to do something nice for him:
Something small.
You were so careful with it, too, setting down a plastic container beside him on his desk the first thing in the morning.
“That flaw you caught out in Kira’s behaviour was incredible,” you softly praised before clearing your throat. “Heard you have a bit of a sweet tooth, so I got you something as a sign to keep it up.”
However, L didn’t seem too pleased—turning his nose at the offering—pushing it away.
“I don’t like caramel,” he stated flatly.
You blinked in disbelief. “What? But I was told that—”
“I like sweet things, yes,” he clarified in a tone that was not unkind, tucking his knees against his chest to hide his discomfort in the confrontation, “but… I don’t like caramel. It is too sweet.”
“H-hang on,” you stammered, “I’ve seen you eat sugar cubes straight from the jar.”
L simply shrugged at your accusation. “That’s a different type of sweet.”
You inhaled sharply at his words, forcing yourself to take a long, deep breath, because the alternative meant losing your composure on the spot and potentially getting taken off the case.
“Alright,” you said with a strained smile, “I’ll go for something else next time. Like… a nice, plain sponge.”
“Not plain,” he corrected you without missing a beat.
Your eyes twitched slightly. “Please.”
He shakily blinked at you. “I would actually prefer if you didn’t bring me cake at all, if you intended to reward me.”
“But you did a good job, and I wanted to do something nice for you,” you quickly replied, defending your actions.
“And it was unnecessary,” he corrected you.
Another deep breath passed through you. “Alright. It won’t happen again.”
L tilted his head to the other side that time. “You sound irritated.”
“I wonder why,” you muttered.
He paused for a moment before attempting to continue the conversation. “Did I do something wrong? I don’t always read people so well.”
You forced a smile and shook your head. “No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you admitted, blinking away from him for a moment. “Maybe I was the one who overstepped.”
Then, as the silence settled between you both, and you returned to work as normal, a deep sense of horror rooted in your gut. It was a feeling so uneasy that it shocked you. A sweeping sort of realisation that vibrated beneath your skin, as you understood that his pushing you away didn’t make you angry, nor sad, but quite the opposite—it pulled you closer.
Had anyone else dared to interact with you in such a manner—had they challenged your gesture, your patience, your kindness—you would have marched into the office of your superior and would have demanded reassignment, the consequences be damned.
L didn’t give you that feeling, though.
He left you wanting him.
Which infuriated you, because you could not understand for the life of you, as to why.
~*~
Fast forward to a couple of days, and the mood inside the workspace felt more suffocating than ever before. A crushing tension had risen and filled the air with an unseen humidity which was thick as it was draining. The Kira investigation had stalled yet again, and the silence between everyone directly working on it had turned brittle; even breathing or clearing one’s throat felt like it might trigger something volatile.
You felt it the most through L, strangely enough. Not that he was too big on talking to begin with, but he had his tells. You just so happened to understand what exactly they were. What you once perceived as an unwavering calm was not the case at all. The fact that he remedied his stressed state with short hums, and fingers that tapped impatiently on his desk with creased brows and bleeding lips—was clear that he was not feeling like himself either.
Then, suddenly, when everyone else had surrendered to the quiet, L stood upright at once.
It made almost everyone, but especially you, jump.
“This might be it,” he muttered, quietly at first, then again, louder that time so that everyone else could hear. “I think that I might have a lead.”
Quickly, he brought up a seemingly insignificant pattern in the timestamps displayed on his screen. At first glance, it seemed like nothing, but in the context of an ongoing investigation, it was a solid thread that could threaten to unravel everything else.
It was a connection.
“Incredible,” someone else leaned in, their words becoming hazy and muffled as you fixated on L with an almost devoted focus, “whoever Kira is… this narrows down the potential identity to a mere handful of candidates.”
The room shifted, and everyone around you seemed to breathe for what felt like the first time in days.
However, you just about collapsed with relief.
All of that pressure—all of that dread—the sleepless nights, the fear that the case was slipping further and further away—broke something inside of you and before you could register what you were even doing, before your thoughts caught up to what you had just committed to—you—you—
—kissed him.
Kissed L.
On the mouth.
His lips were soft, parted slightly in surprise, staring at you with his wide, exhausted, but ultimately shocked eyes.
You froze.
You stumbled back a short moment later, staring back at him with a look that could have perfectly mirrored his own. A bright and furious blush spread across his cheeks—so vivid that it looked almost scalding—as if you had scorched him.
“I’m—I-I I’m so sorry—” you began, gasping wildly, your breath catching on every word. “I-I didn’t— I-I mean, oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
Within a flash, you bent over to grab your documents, dropping them a few times in the process. Several curses left your lips as you struggled to retain your composure. Even Watari turned away quietly, avoiding your gaze, like he hadn’t seen what just happened at all.
L, meanwhile, remained quiet.
You tried to skirt around the desks, tripping over nothing, apologising so quickly that the words came out all jumbled. Your voice rose in pitch, and tears pricked at your eyes over the sheer amount of embarrassment you felt right then and there.
“I didn’t mean it—no—I did mean it, but not like—not like that—I wasn’t thinking—I’m so sorry—pretend that it didn’t happen—or—no—”
At that point, too, you were almost ready to fake your own death.
Maybe even move overseas to somewhere new.
Then, you heard a soft voice behind you, just as you were about to leave entirely.
“Wait,” L called out.
You stopped, but you didn’t turn around.
“So… it’s like that,” he followed up, not quite talking to you that time, rather to himself.
You weren’t sure what he meant, but truth be told, L didn’t fully understand either—because it was his first time feeling something like this, too.
Giving it a few more agonising seconds, you slipped out completely that time, letting the door click shut, leaving everyone behind in the awkward, now-charged silence.
All the while, L stared at the space where you had been, his fingers pressed to his lips, a furious blush staining his cheeks, and wondered why, for the first time in his life, his thoughts felt like an unsolved case.
~*~
The next time you saw L, you made sure to set your expression to something that looked professionally unavailable. If anyone would tease you for it, or bring it up at all, you would tell them that it was their tired mind playing tricks on them—anything to disguise the fact that you had kissed him and then fled the room.
You even arrived early, hoping to set the record straight, but then your superior officer intercepted you on your way in.
“Heard you and L had a moment,” he brought up.
Your soul just about left your body, a small, unheard curse uttered out of your lips as your eyes screwed shut for just a moment. You blinked up to meet his gaze, your face suddenly unsure and ashamed. “S-Sir, I can explain—”
Though all he did was wave his hand dismissively. “It’s alright. You’re not in trouble. It’s surprisingly common in high-pressure environments.”
You blinked again. “...What?”
He left out a soft laugh. “But L? That guy? Really? I’m just surprised that’s all. Didn’t think he would be your type.”
“This is so humiliating,” you said, bowing your head in continued shame. “I’d rather have you fire me.”
He patted your shoulder with a shrug. “Relax,” he soothed. “It’s just… surprising. That guy doesn’t notice much beyond the pixels on his screen. If he even looked up from it, then…” he trailed off, his weathered face wrinkling with thought, “perhaps it isn’t as one-sided as you think.”
Then, just like that, he walked off, leaving you frozen in the middle of the hallway, looking mortified.
Swallowing your pride, your panic, and everything else since that fateful incident, you marched back to L’s surveillance room, trying to move on without sacrificing what was left of your dignity even more.
L was sitting inside like usual, hunched over his keyboard, in deep focus. Or, no, he wasn’t. You knew him well by now: his tapping was off-beat, his posture was rigid, he wasn’t even working, but rather staring at a blank spot on his screen.
You cleared your throat. “I’ve managed to triangulate the possible operation zones based on Kira’s patterns. If we combine it with the previous analysis, then maybe we can narrow—”
L nodded quickly. “Yeah. You can leave the files here.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “But you’re not even looking.”
“I am,” he replied, almost mechanically.
You placed down the documents anyway, taking a moment to observe him and just see in general how he was doing. L sifted through the data, skimming idly through the files, but his fingers twitched whenever he heard you shift or breathe or exist. His brain was just as addled as yours, because, well, you kissed him.
He tried throwing himself back into work, just like you did, but every single thought in his head was stuck on that instance.
He had never been this distracted in his entire life.
Not that you were doing any better—no matter how much you tried to move on—your mind drifted to the very same thought, too.
Then, finally, after roughly half an hour of excruciating and tense silence of trying to function and work side by side like professionals, the silence finally broke.
L took a deep breath, sighing.
“About last—”
You froze. “—Oh, that was nothi—”
“Wait,” he tried to catch you again before you dismissed him entirely.
Though you could still only shake your head. “I’m so sorry, okay, I really am. It was unprofessional of me, and I didn’t think—”
Your breath caught, and you couldn’t quite finish your words, nor could L reply for a long time, but then, his throat cleared. “It was… mutual,” he went on to reveal.
You went silent, staring at him, unable to respond at all.
Then finally, you managed to blurt something out. “Wait… what?”
L didn’t dare to look up anymore, choosing to return to work, or at least try to do so.
“No, wait,” you called out, taking a step closer. “Can you please elaborate on that?”
Though he didn’t reply. His knuckles might have tensed and his jaw might have tightened, but he didn’t act on anything else.
“Fine,” you softly scoffed, letting out a frustrated sigh, refusing to be humiliated a second time. “We’ll just move on from this, alright? It never happened. Let’s just… focus on work and then I’ll be reassigned and… you’ll never have to see me again after.”
L’s breath caught and he gulped down everything that raced in his mind that he just couldn’t tell you. He wanted to reciprocate with equal indifference, to pretend that it was all fine, but he internally battled with the part that struggled to confess, because he just wasn’t good with expressing his feelings.
Therefore, L remained quiet, unable to tell you anything else. What he couldn’t tell you was that he was focusing on you—but all of you—your lips, the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way your clothes sat on your body and what must have been underneath. That’s right. He couldn’t admit it. He couldn’t tell you that just the kiss left him wondering what more there was.
And beyond even the lust, how he didn’t want you to be reassigned, how he wanted to work more with you. How he wanted to see you every morning now, how you could probably now get him cake if you wanted to. How he liked having someone that for once, he got along with. How he liked your mind and how it worked—but—he was left frozen on the spot.
Though, it wasn’t just him who was grappling with oneself, for you too, were overcome with all sorts of things.
Had you been a little bolder or if had he hinted towards anything at all that could be deciphered as reciprocated interest, then…
You swallowed it all down, even if you did want to know…
More of what he was like, whether he would be shy in bed or if he would be gentle or if that’s where he would show his passion—whether or not he matched the stereotype of a shy nerdy guy with an absolutely big cock—if he would finish quickly or focus too much on you.
Or, if he was loving, if he was gentle, if he’d notice all the little things about you like he did while at work and life with him would be easier than every other guy you’ve ever come across. You wondered how you’d spend your time with him if you were together, if you’d be more of the indoorsy type or if you’d quietly go places and just… exist together.
That sounded nice.
(But then you choked on your own breath.)
You exhaled deeply, crossing your arms in irritation, trying to hide how you were overcome with a new realisation—different from the one from before—because you had just learned that L liked you too, and that he was equally as terrible at dealing with it.
Which meant that this case just got a hundred times more complicated.
(Because what did that mean for you both from now on?)
(And just how on earth where you going to resolve something like… this?)
fairly good kisser (from experience & also keen observation)
great oral hygiene: no cavities + mouthwash
the first kiss made his heart jump a little which was quite unprecedented & it bothered him a little bcs he felt his composure slipping
anyhow, it felt quite pleasant to kiss you
he likes kissing your temple, head & hand
obviously he wants to appear very gentlemanly in front of you
he likes it when you kiss his neck & his lips. anywhere else makes him feel things he likes to suppress
loves eye contact.
uses little tongue at first & observes your reactions to gauge exactly what you like
usually cups your face w/ both of his hands bcs it's a very tender position that satisfies his protective instinct towards you
also likes holding your waist when you two have a little more privacy
LOVES it when you sigh into kisses. specifically sigh.
kind of melts when you place your palms flat against his chest or when you hold his shoulders while kissing him
doesn't like pda a lot bcs it ruins his stoic image, but will give small kisses like on the shoulder or on the wrist
he honestly just really wants to appear perfect to you and he thinks you like his cool calm image hence he doesn't let himself react a lot
l lawliet
inexperienced
extremely terrifyingly observant
has too much theoretical knowledge about kissing
is quite good with his tongue & adapts very quickly hence is quite a good kisser
first kiss is definitely initiated by you
he initially freezes and then very very slowly melts into it
slowly but surely he becomes addicted to the kisses. it's the only thing sweeter than all of his desserts combined
likes wrapping his arms around your neck
very expressive actually; is good at conveying what he's feeling via kisses
his favourite spots to kiss you would definitely be your jaw & your thigh
fixated on any blemishes or marks you might have and will kiss them
he loves it when you kiss his forehead and also might just start purring if you kiss him while your hands are in his hair / massaging his scalp
likes holding your hands when you two kiss. both of your hands.
also likes kissing your fingers he might just have an oral fixation
he tastes like strawberries or sugar or cake or anything sweet honestly but sometimes it's mixed with flavours like tea & coffee which spices it up a bit
isn't particularly keen on tongue (hes a germaphobe) but will observe your reception to it and adjust accordingly
honestly has a bit of trouble suppressing sounds when he's kissing
LOVES it specifically when you moan a little into the kiss then tilt your head to deepen the kiss then pull him closer by the back of his head
likes resting his hands on your back when you two are kissing
not very big on pda but doesn't mind it at all - he does not give a single fuck about what people think
he's touch-starved :c
misa amane
experienced!
very very passionate
very excited and also actually expresses her emotions quite well (she's a physical touch girl)
she initiates the first kiss
profusely apologises if you seem to be caught off-guard by the kiss
likes wrapping her arms around your neck (and/or waist) and pull you close
lots of smooches (she's clingy)
thinks everything you do is honestly a turn-on but she gets especially worked up if you hold her wrists or you pull her close
loves kissing you everywhere even casually: cheeks especially
giggles into kisses
loves it when you smile into kisses
likes lip-locks more than she would like to admit
loves feeling your body pressed up against hers
BIG on pda. loves showing you off and flaunting you
she can't help it! she just is so proud of herself for having such a pretty and cool and smart and perfect partner
she is perceptive so she will eventually learn your likes and dislikes
tries her best to impress you and be your perfect woman but she's just too overcome with emotion to really hold herself to that role
will get very shy and shocked if you initiate kisses
almost freezes the first time you kiss her
poor girl does not think she deserves love
will be giddy as HELL if you show her affection
will ramble about you to rem all day long
rem tolerates you. at least you make her happy.
tastes like mouthwash bcs she makes sure to have the best breath possible when she thinks you two are going to kiss
hai lovelies!!! im going to post the second part of this tmrw bcs i have an exam :3 feel free 2 comment, reblog, anything you like !!!!! ill be glad either way <3 TYSM for reading
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Tags/warnings: smut (minors DNI), female reader, established relationship, praise kink, oral sex, a tad bit of MelloMatt x reader
Word count: 800 ish
A/N: I want him, I need him, I'm on my knees.
I've also written Matt n/sfw headcanons.
Favorite positions: Doggy style is one for sure. It makes him feel in control and he loves that—grabbing a fistful of your hair or holding you by the hips and pulling you back onto him with every thrust, or fuck, pressing your face into his black satin pillowcase as he forces you to take every single inch like a good girl while you fucking sob for him.
He also likes missionary when he's craving more intimacy, specifically with your legs over his shoulders because it allows him to go deeper and hit all your sweet spots. After all, Mello's goal is to make you moan so loudly that absolutely everyone in your general vicinity (cough the mob guys cough) knows he's fucking you right.
Occasionally he's really into cowgirl, especially when he gets to tease you and guide your rhythm as you fuck yourself on him. He gets a lot of pleasure out of watching you make yourself cum on his cock.
And if he'd ever let himself admit it, he's probably into getting pegged.
What makes him shudder: Hearing you call him a good boy, even if anyone else finding that out would result in an immediate bullet between their eyes. Mello has the biggest praise kink. He loves when you tell him how good he fucks you and how much you love his cock. Call him a good boy in bed and he might just cum on the spot. Speaking of kinks, I could probably write a separate headcanon list just on his kinks alone.
And, of course, hearing you beg. One of Mello's favorite things in the world is listening to you beg for his cock. He'll make you tell him exactly how much you need him while he rubs his leaking tip against your entrance, his precum mixing with your wetness as he pushes in the tiniest bit before pulling back just to make you whine for more of him. And when he's finally satisfied with your begging and how fucking wet he's managed to get you for him, he'll sink into you all at once with one slow, deep thrust, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smirk on his face at the way your mouth falls open in a needy moan.
Size: I'm gonna be real with you, if this guy were hung like a horse I don't think he'd be wearing those tight ass leather pants all the time. I don't think he's small, probably 5.5 or maybe 6 inches fully hard, but he's not much bigger than your average guy. When he's erect his girth is a little above average, but it looks more than that solely because Mello is such a small-framed guy. He's secretly kind of insecure that he's not big enough, so he absolutely fucking loves it when you stroke his ego and tell him he has a big dick (praise kink at it again).
Mello x reader x Matt bonus: He isn't as big as Matt and that's something he has to work on getting over when the three of you have sex. Especially because he and Matt are of similar height and build, it makes his inferiority complex flare up. He makes up for it by getting good at finding your g-spot. Like, really good. Mello works hard in every aspect of his life and pleasuring you is no exception. If you don't think you can have a g-spot orgasm, Mello will prove you wrong one way or another.
And if that somehow doesn't work or isn't enough, he'll give you enough clitoris orgasms with his tongue that by the time he's done with you, you'll be nothing but a trembling puddle of post-orgasmic bliss. Matt complains that he's wrecked you so thoroughly he won't be able to get a turn now. Mello just smirks.
Libido: Somewhat high. Mello's libido is on the higher end of average, but before you he didn't have much time to think about it because he was too busy clawing his way to the top of the underground and solving the Kira case.
He'd settled for jerking off in the shower when he had time just to get it out of his system for so long that now that he has you, he's eager to properly explore that side of himself. Though, still only when he has the time because even in a world where he won (aka the only one I want to live in), Mello's still a workaholic who can't take a break from chasing his goals, because every time he accomplishes one he realizes it still hasn't silenced the voice in his head that tells him he's not good enough.
But when you hold him in bed? When he's flushed and sweat-slicked, tired and aching but in a good way as he rests his head on your chest and allows himself to just be for once? In those quiet, tender moments, that voice is nowhere to be found.
L: Adores the way his mind shuts down as the heat rises, he sighs into your mouth, pulling you impossibly close. Pale hands gripping your clothes, holding you so tight you might struggle to breathe. He doesn’t like to leave any scrap of space between you. His mouth demands yours like he's been starving for far too long. You feel so good, you’re so soft, you taste so sweet. He won’t stop unless you ask him to. Please don't ask him to.
Near can’t go far from two kisses without tangling his fingers with yours. He clings to the perfect way you fit against him, how simple it feels to breathe you in— and how terrifying it is to believe everything might be okay as long as you're here. Your warmth seeps into him, from your mouth to his, calming the cold that clings to his bones. His breath stutters as he grinds against you, hard and desperate, pressing close like he’s afraid you’ll fade. You feel so good... he can’t imagine letting you go.
Mello adores building heat that leaves you aching. He keeps you straddling his lap, fingers digging into your hips as he devours your neck like it’s ambrosia. Open-mouthed kisses intertwine with the graze of teeth and light sucks to your pulse line. He groans low when you try to grind on him. Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re needy.
