obsession
L x female bodied reader
desc: L could stay in between your legs for hours
words: 1.1k
warnings: oral (reader receiving) fingering, overstim, teasing, praise, mentions of passing out during sex (none occurs here), hair pulling
even while he’s smothered by your heat, L’s mind is sharp as ever. especially compared to you, who is already fucked out within 15 minutes and two orgasms, which of course led to more teasing from your boyfriend. he holds you down as you squirm, reveling in your taste; not letting you move an inch away from his lips.
he had come home in a mood. it wasn’t often that he became frustrated with the progress of a case, but when he did, it was usually taken out on either his coworkers in the form of anger or you in the form of mind blowing head. you can help oblige him, although you know it will be a sweet, sweet torture.
so, here you are, poor little cunt being invaded by L’s masterful tongue and long, dexterous fingers. having just come down from your second orgasm, you were panting and sweat was surely beading on your hairline. mindless curses fell from your lips as L carried you through your ecstasy, not letting up his pace even a little bit. he always tended to be rough. it’s odd considering his usual docile demeanor…but these intimate moments push him.
he watched as your face gradually unscrewed from the blissed out expression while you came, your mouth now relaxed and opened, your eyes fluttering open and closed back into your head. he could feel your legs jerking from the overstimulation, so L took it upon himself to take his fingers from your throbbing heat, instead bringing them to harshly push your hips down once more. “stay still, y/n, it makes this much easier.”
“c- can’t! L, fuck, it feel so good-“ you couldn’t tell if you wanted more or less, but knew you were going to get more either way. “you can, love. remember the time i made you cum 9 times before you passed out? you’ll be fine for a little more.” he muttered before bringing his face back down into you. as soon as you felt his lips gently kiss your clit, your body tensed and jerked in his strong grasp.
he was unrelenting after he got back to work; tongue fucking you while he rutted his hips into the mattress and his hands grope the fat on your hips and thighs as if he couldn’t get enough. he repeatedly used his grip on you to grind your cunt further into his mouth, drinking down everything it offered to him.
you, meanwhile, were a wreck. lips are red and plush from his rough kisses, body trembling. you tried to relax your legs as best you could, but the constant assault on your clit made it difficult. your fingers were buried in L’s hair for now, but regularly went to clutch at the sheets or anything else you could grab.
L certainly appreciated the sting in his scalp, evident by how he moaned each time your grip tightened. “be good and don’t move too much, okay?” he said, more as a threat to not squirm away from him as he took one hand from your hips to stuff back into your clenching hole. you nodded, although you weren’t sure you could keep the promise.
he entered his middle finger first, which made you gasp out loud. L watched your face closely, studying your reactions. “good, good...” he murmured, stroking his finger in and out in light motions before inserting his ring finger with it. he let you adjust for a moment again before he began a faster pace, and much harder movements. “you’re perfect…” he whispers, leaning in to caress your skin with his lips.
you were truly trying your best to keep still, feeling your orgasm approaching for the 3rd time. however, as soon as L began curling his fingers inside of you, making them bump right against the puffy tissue of your g-spot. this made your eyes clench shut and your fingers to retreat from your lover’s hair, instead grasping the sheets and your own breasts. L almost chuckled at the display before taking his other hand and harshly grabbing your wrists, pulling them back into his dark hair. he moans loudly, the combination of your clenching hole and tinge of pain forces him close to the edge.
with a few more pumps of his fingers and the way he moaned in time with you, you were cumming. “fuck, L, i’m cumming, fuck, please!” your voice came out in broken phrases and high pitched squeaks as your body trembled violently. your hips jerked up into his touch, your back arching off the bed. you went up onto your shoulders to get a better view of L between your legs, which made your orgasm continue even then. L brought his mouth down desperately to taste your juices, never slowing his fingers as they fucked you through your high. “hm, there you go, love. you sound so…” he trails off, slowly pulling his fingers out of you and tracing your folds gently.
his demeanor made you even more restless, the thought of him being so calm and collected while you soaked the sheets underneath you two. L could tell what you were thinking. “hm, you made such a mess, y/n. stunning.” he said into you, eyes falling shut as he suddenly continues eating you like he was starving. you doubled over at the feeling of his tongue right after your orgasm, hips bucking up into his mouth. he hummed in delight, pulling his fingers from you once more.
your hole clenched around nothing, feeling empty. L took some mercy on you, pulling himself away from your core for a moment to bring himself up and kiss you messily. you took his tongue into your mouth, tasting your release as the taste invaded your tastebuds. he pulled away after a moment, a string of spit connecting you too. you smiled, dumb off of the pleasure and L. “open, love.” he said quietly, nudging your mouth open with his wet fingers. you opened, sucking your release clean from them. “good.” he said simply, using his other hand to grasp the back of your head.
L strokes your hair, calm and docile like usual. when you glance back up to his face, though, you see the furrow in his brows, signifying that there was still something bothering him. “L? do you wanna talk about what happened?” he said nothing. “L-“
he cut you off by going back down between your legs, a groan leaving his throat as he tasted you again. “just need to taste you, love, don’t worry.” he stated. you cried out as his lips came in contact with you, your hands flying to push at his shoulders “p-please, ‘s too much, L, shit-“ you cried, chest heaving. he didn’t respond or move to dissipate your grip on his shoulders, instead opting to double his efforts until you couldn’t keep the strong hold on him, your arms falling limply to your sides.
he didn’t stop, though, and you figured he wouldn’t until you were crying and begging.