threesome w/ l lawliet and satoru gojo. 1k+ words. smut, mdni ♡
it was a dinky hole-in-the-wall bar tucked away in a corner of the city that most people forgot existed. the music wasn’t loud enough to dance to, just a low hum designed to keep your own thoughts from ringing too loudly in your head.
the drinks were mediocre—bottles slightly too warm and pours a little too shallow—but they did the job if you needed to get trashed. more than anything, it was the kind of place you went to disappear after a bad day.
that’s why you were there. you were wearing a simple black dress; nothing showy, especially since the place was half-empty, but it was enough to make you feel decent. the goal was simple: get a little numb and forget your moronic co-workers existed. you hadn't come looking for trouble, or even a conversation, but the night seemed to have other plans for you.
the plans came in the form of two men at opposite ends of the bar, both of whom had just ordered you a drink at the exact same time.
to your left was a guy who looked like he’d walked off a runway and straight into a dive bar. he was tall, with hair as white as fresh snow and a pair of dark sunglasses perched on his nose despite the dim lighting. he leaned back against the mahogany, sporting a grin that was equal parts sleazy and effortless. he looked like he owned the place, or was about to buy it.
conversely, the man to your right was a complete contrast. he sat hunched over his stool in a way that looked painful, his spine curved like a question mark. his dark hair was a mess, and even from a distance, the heavy bags under his eyes were prominent. he didn't offer a flashy smile; in fact, he didn't even look at you. he just sat there in a plain white tee, staring into his glass, slowly swirling the liquid around like he was looking for something at the bottom of it.
they were nothing alike, and yet, the heat that coiled in your stomach was exactly the same.
from there, it’s all a blur. the night dissolves into a series of jagged, disconnected images: the tiny bell above the door ringing one last time as you stumble out into the cool air, and the feeling of being ushered into the back of a sleek, black car—lawliet’s, you assume, based on the quiet luxury of it.
then, you’re in the lobby of a hotel that’s far too expensive for this part of town. satoru, or whatever the white-haired man said his name was, doesn't even look at the price as he slides a black amex across the marble check-in desk.
satoru is all over you instantly, his hands finding the waist of your dress to pull you close before the deadbolt even turns. at the same time, lawliet is a colder, sharper presence at your side, his movements careful as he leans in, his teeth catching against the sensitive skin of your shoulder, tongue dragging across your neck. you whimper softly, melting into his touch.
you’re lightheaded, the room spinning just enough to make everything feel like a dream. satoru hooks his arms under your knees and lifts you effortlessly, crossing the room in three long strides. when he drops you onto the center of the massive, plush mattress, the air huffs out of you in a soft, tipsy giggle as you sink into the covers, looking up at the two of them.
it’s foggy, the little steps in between. like how your clothes end up discarded in a pile with theirs. but at some point, lawliet’s mouth latches onto your nipple, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all over your breast. his thumb parts your lips, a finger pressing down onto your tongue. drool slips past, and he watches it roll down your chin. the other hand wanders between his legs, pumping his long, pale cock. pre-cum beads at the tip, and he smears it around; it’s sticky between his fingers.
your head presses further back into the pillow behind your head, eyes rolling far back. “ah—law,” you moan, soft and breathy and oh-so-needy. it makes satoru, whose hips are snapping against yours, his thick cock kissing your cervix, groan. his pace is relentless, and he fucks you deeper and harder.
“mm, so pretty. so, so pretty, baby,” he coos, angling your legs higher, to hit a different spot in you. in turn, you cry out, tears beading on your lower lash line. “y’tight, fuck, n’ wet… feels like this sweet pussy was made for me.”
“s’toru!” you whine. it’s half a moan, half a sob. lawliet kisses your tears away, leaving a salty taste in his mouth. though he’s usually a fan of sweets, he can’t say he opposes this too much.
“ohhh, princess, fuckin’ love the way you say my name.” satoru’s fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, and his breathing is ragged. lawliet is sure that the other man is close, and then he can finally have his own turn. as much as he loved watching you get fucked dumb, he was equally interested in being the one to do it.
there’s a ghost of a smile that tugs on lawliet’s lips; “he’s rather talkative, no, darling?”
“you’re making fun of me now, but just wait ‘til you get a taste of her,” satoru quips back, his voice shaky with an impending orgasm. with one last messy thrust, he’s spilling into you, while you come undone around him. your nails sink into the muscles of his back, undoubtedly leaving red marks for tomorrow. his name is the only thing you can voice, falling in small, broken syllables.
you’re a mess beneath him, hair tousled, with streaks of mascara trailing down your cheeks—but you’re still, no question, the prettiest girl they’ve ever seen. after a moment, once satoru’s senses catch up to him, he’s lazily grinning at lawliet, a teasing lilt in his voice.
“bet’cha can’t make her cum harder.”
lawliet chuckles, a soft, rare sound. “i think i’ll take you up on that.”
Synopsis: The task force has finally detained the prime suspect as the Second Kira when things take a turn for the worse. Misa's memory gone, Light and his father demanding to be detained, and in-fighting within the group makes tension rise more than ever. You're determined to prove your worth in the investigation, and L is trying to prove to you just how much you mean to him.
Tags: Mentions of kidnapping & stalking, flirty teasing, Aizawa a bitch!, 'sleeping your way to the top' kinda accusation, stolen glances and kisses, french kissing, hickies, titty sucking!, creaming his pants, dry humping, oral (f receiving), face riding, cowgirl position, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, tooth rootingly sweet after, 18+ MDNI
WC: 12.7k. [not proofread so ignore grammar issues LMAO]
a/n at the end -> SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG POOKIES
side note: I saw @444misaa note about the original header- and OMG I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE IT WAS BB AT FIRST -> [i made the image at like 3am and didn't even notice until they called it out so TY POOKIE 🙏🫡]
~~~~~~~~~
Every light is off within the task force meeting room, and despite the air con set to a temperature well below a comfortable cool, beads of sweat still form at your temple. Professional button up blouse partially untucked from your slacks due to the number of hours you’ve been working, everyone else fairs no better around you. Dark circles adorn the faces of Mogi and Aizawa, Matsuda and the chief haven’t shaved in several days, and Ryuzaki’s eyes are nearly bloodshot from staring at tv screens for so long.
You rise from the couch and turn your head from the visual of Misa Amane fully restrained and blind folded to cross the suite. Her wails and pleas make your skin crawl with such nausea that you’ve begun mentally speaking to yourself to drown out the grainy audio of her cries to avoid losing your mind.
Side stepping a few of the men, you dig through your work bag and tug out a bottle of ‘electrolyte water’ and eyedrops before returning to L’s side and giving his shoulder a mixture of a massage and rub.
“Here, use this.”
You slip the plastic tube of drops into his outstretched palm; despite him never looking up from the screen, his fingers give your a hand a small pinch in gratitude, and to just feel the warmth of your flesh a few moments longer. It’s his silent way of saying ‘thank you’, before you slip your grasp from his and twist the cap off your beverage.
Matsuda paces from one side of the room to the other, gnawing on the tip of pen and avoiding Light’s awkward standing position in the center of the room while everyone else remains fixated on their tasks in front of the tv. No one speaks as Misa silently whimpers and sniffles on the other side of the camera, instead the men slowly flip through evidence folders and documents in preparation for when the confession would surely come.
With Watari currently at the holding facility, each member is left to their own devices when it comes to caffeine and subsidence, leaving the coffee table littered with energy drinks and take-out containers. You reach forward to place your bottle down, wondering if the shake in your hand is from sleep deprivation or the 300+ mg of caffeine in your bloodstream this late when the audio picks up on a particular cry from the woman.
“Kill me…”
You nearly drop the container and Matsuda coughs on the tip of his pen as everyone circles the television.
“I said… KILL ME. I-I’M… DONE WITH THIS. KILL ME.”
Mogi audibly gulps and the faces of Aizawa and Mr. Yagami have paled to sickly white; you look past them at Ryuzaki before turning back to the screen. Narrowing his eyes in confusion, L reaches forward to the microphone synced to the holding facility.
“You know we can’t do that Ms. Amane. Please cooperate and you will be released. A confession of your cri–”
“NO. KILL ME … or…. I’LL DO IT MYSELF”
Everyone is motionless from the sudden outburst, but Ryuzaki switches to the communication channel with Watari in an instant. “Don’t let her bite her tongue!”
Misa withers and squirms upon being gagged by the older gentleman, and you can feel the bile in your stomach threatening to rise. Watching another woman cry and scream and plead for an end to her torment, regardless of the situation, makes you feel an uneasiness that cannot be put into words.
You swallow and keep it to yourself when Aizawa shakes his head in shock at the scene with arms crossed. “What the hell is this bitch doing? Not even asking for a lawyer– she knows she’s guilty.”
It’s an empty question as tears spill from her covered eyes and her knees shake as she tilts her head slightly to the side. And it must be the lack of sleep, but you can nearly swear a small tuft of hair is pushed from her covered face momentarily.
But there’s no fans, air con, or any sort of ventilation strong enough to cause such a movement in the cell; turning to Ryuzaki, it’s clear he seemed to notice the same thing. Wiping the sweat of your palms on your slacks, you pivot slightly to speak when Misa’s voice rings out again.
“Huh… what’s going on?”
….
Your mouth goes dry and no one moves except for the hesitant limb L reaches out to press the microphone once again.
“Your confession, please. For the crimes you’ve committed operating as the Second Kira–”
“What?” She interrupts. “I don’t know what you’re talking about– oh! I get it now! This is some perverted bit right? Criminal and police officer, and you’re some horny stalker playing out the fantasy…”
Misa continues nervously playing along with the dark illusion of being kidnapped for sexual purposes while Ryuzaki mutes the mic and turns around to Mogi. The older man raises his hands dumbfounded at her behavior and sputters about reading her the arrest charges and rights and how she complied; when he moves to retrieve the proper paperwork as proof, you glance over at Light.
The tv glow illuminates the tired features of his skin and posture, but the energy behind his eyes is lively and unfamiliar. His lips are pressed down as he stares at the screen, but his hands are relaxed at his sides and his breathing is steady– as if he was just as exhausted as everyone else, but not as surprised.
Keeping your gaze on the man for a moment longer, you turn to glance at Ryuzaki who’s already staring at you. He gives you an indiscernible expression and turns back to the screen as the group regains focus and turns amongst one another.
“How can she think this stunt is believable? We have forensic evidence on her.” Aizawa grumbles, flipping through a variety of folders.
Matsuda rubs his face in anxious frustration. “Right? And Mogi even said she didn’t fight the charges as the Second Kira– so why suddenly be convinced she’s being held by some perverted fan?”
You give L a slight eyebrow raise and tilt your head to motion to Light as his father paces back and forth. “Maybe she’s having a nervous breakdown? She has been incarcerated alone for several days now…”
Her awkward and nervous attempts at banter continue ringing through the speaker as the group sputters amongst themselves for a possible explanation. Ryuzaki slowly explains the charges against her and the situation, while the group confirms for the umpteenth time that her DNA is in fact the one matching the physical evidence.
The back and forth is ceaseless– every time L reminds her of the present situation, she counters with accusations and appeasements for her supposed stalker. You look between the group after a few hours and come to the unanimous agreement that at some point, Misa will slip up and mention something related to Kira, and upon that mistake a confession will surely follow.
It doesn’t. A week goes by with no progress.
“How is this even possible? We got so close and now we’re somehow doing worse than before we arrested her!” Matsuda groans, rubbing the grown in stubble that adorns his cheeks.
Mogi’s head is leaned back over the edge of the couch with a cold washcloth covering his eyes. “It’s weird– we have the physical evidence… but now our suspect is seemingly having amnesia over the whole thing.”
You rise from the couch and wander over to the large standing mirror in the hallway of the suite to take in your own appearance. Eyes sunken and tired with puffy circles, hair nearly matted from the lack of proper care, and your short-sleeve blouse and slacks are wrinkled beyond professionalism. It’s the worst you’ve looked in months, but from the corner of your eye and in the reflection of the mirror, you can see L looking over at you.
You let out a long exhausted sigh and give a smile to him in the mirror and he blinks slowly in return before facing towards the coffee table at his uneaten desserts. The fluff of the hotel carpet mutes your kitten heels as you return to stand behind the couch and peel the washcloth off your coworker. Mogi offers a short ‘thanks’ when you turn to toss it in the kitchenette sink.
Mr. Yagami lowers the television audio and rubs his temples while Aizawa flips through the same documents for the 5th time this hour; you pause on your way back to the couch to give a slight tug to the tufts of Ryuzaki’s hair that stick out. L doesn’t move from his focused position, but the hand which hovers over the last macaron pulls back and instead slides the dish closer to your spot.
The cushions bend beneath you, and you barely get 15 minutes into the group’s silent evidence review before Light shoots up from his chair, unable to be still any longer.
“Ryuzaki, I want you to detain me too.”
…
You nearly drown on your sip of coffee while Mr. Yagami shoots to his feet and grabs his son by the shoulders. Multitudes more interesting than the same paperwork everyone’s been staring at for the past few days, Aizawa, Mogi, and Matsuda pause to stare up incredulously at the young man.
“Light! What are you thinking? This is no time for such outrageous suggestions!” His father booms at him.
Light doesn’t give his father more than a few moments of attention, despite being held by the shoulders, and turns to Ryuzaki with an eager expression. “It makes sense doesn’t it? All the evidence, the killings, and Misa’s sudden memory loss– what if Kira used her to kill people subconsciously?!”
Your mouth goes dry and you shoot to your feet as well. “Wait a moment, just because we know Kira can influence the actions before death, doesn’t mean we can suddenly jump to complete mind control here.”
Light scoffs in frustration at your valid counter point before turning back to the perched man in the chair. “Come on Ryuzaki, I know you’ve considered it.”
Mr. Yagami continues shaking his son’s shoulders while dismissing his arguments as a result of extreme fatigue while the rest of the group focuses on L.
Had he been considering it? If he did, it was something he didn’t discuss with you.
Maybe months ago this sort of thing would have bothered you, but right now you can understand the desire to keep it hidden. To be fair, even you began to wonder if it was something more supernatural at play– the sudden memory loss from Misa becoming too well acted even for a professional. As the ‘world’s best detective’, jumping to mind control and divine intervention may not necessarily be taken the best way…
You keep your gaze on your companion while Ryuzaki takes a casual breath and shrugs slightly. “Yes, I have considered that exactly.”
“What?” Mr. Yagami whips around, caught between the two men once again.
Light steps forward with arms open in a pleading motion before he takes his dad’s arm cautiously. “Dad, please. What if Kira has been controlling me and I’ve been killing people this whole time without realizing it? L has been suspicious of me from the start and he’s never wrong.”
A heavy silence falls over everyone, no one bothering to acknowledge the grainy mumbles of Misa on the television. No one wants for him to be locked up… but no one is exactly about to question the success rate of L either.
Ryuzaki narrows his eyes and takes a moment of silence, working out the logistics and details himself at a speed that would take you a few hours and a stack of scratch paper to fully understand. He swallows once and stands up from his position, giving Light another moment of analysis before nodding slightly.
“Alright then, I’ll have arrangements made for you to be isolated too. If that’s alright–”
“It’s not ‘alright’, do you have any idea what this is implying?!” Mr. Yagami interjects.
You stand still, staring between them before turning to Matsuda with a mirroring shrug of shock, only turning back when the chief defeatedly releases the hold on his son and steps back.
“Detain me as well, L.”
You and the rest of the group, except for Ryuzaki’s, jaws fall open in shock until Matsuda is stumbling on his words and scrambling to shake his boss’s shoulder.
“W-Wait a moment here. Chief, this also isn’t the time for you t-to jump to extreme measures either!”
Aizawa steps forward and opens his arms with intense motions of concern. “Exactly, we’re only going to be down more men than we already are if you and Light both lock yourselves up.”
What the fuck is going on..?!
You blink a few times and push yourself between them to make space; turning between the chief and your colleagues, you miss the way L has remained back to silently watch the altercation unfold.
“Can we take a moment here to think things through? Mr. Yagami, why are you doing this? There’s no evidence incriminating you of anything–”
“–He’s my son.” He interupts with a forlorn expression. “You all… you talk about him like some monster, but he’s my son.” the members fall into silence as he continues. “I can’t continue this investigation with a neutral head if he’s going to be detained, so please… excuse me as well.”
Your heart aches for the man and you drop your arms slowly to your sides in exhaustion. Realistically, your ‘friendship’ with Light would also excuse you from being impartial; looking over at Ryuzaki who gnaws on a hangnail and looks off into space before meeting your gaze, you also know that your relationship with him is just as excusable.
“Dad…” Light softly mumbles in surprise while the group flusteredly wonders if there’s anything they can do to persuade them that jumping to such extreme measures isn’t worth it.
“Alright.” L interjects.
Everyone spins around to face the man, but none open their mouth to question it. Ryuzaki slowly walks across the room, the blue light of the tv making him look even more pale and exhausted than usual.
“I’ll make arrangements to have Light and Mr. Yagami separately detained, though please understand I cannot guarantee an end to this confinement until enough proper evidence has been gathered.”
Mogi frustratedly turns around and tugs at his hair while Matsuda rubs his 5 o’clock shadow anxiously. You stand still, playing with the hem of your work blouse, wondering how the fuck anything is supposed to get done with 2 people out of your already tiny work group remising themselves. How much caffeine is enough to send you into cardiac arrest again…? Surely consuming more coffee than water for just oneeee more week won’t hurt.
Ryuzaki leans over to tap a few things onto his laptop on the coffee table before sighing and walking through the group to examine everyone’s faces. “Alright, I’ve started the arrangements and you two will be escorted out in 20 minutes, so please make your family phone calls now to explain…” He continues shuffling over. “That being said, please make it known now if anyone else would like to be restrained.” He stops in front of you with a sideways glance.
It should not make you as turned on as it does. Especially given the situation at hand.
Dark eyes sunken with rings from lack of sleep pour into yours with dilation before his lips curve slightly upward and he continues his pace across the room.
“Alright, since no one else would like to be detained, please take a few minutes to get your business in line before this is finalized.” No one moves when he finishes and L blinks a few times in confusion. “Uh– the timer has started so…”
Consciousness is shot back into the group as Mr. Yagami pulls his son in for a hug and ushers him to another room to call their family while Aizawa lets out a string of swears and pulls cigarette box and lighter from his jacket pocket.
Mogi looks over at him. “I thought your wife made you quit.”
“If I give you one, will you keep quiet?”
Aizawa flings his jacket over his shoulder and Mogi immediately stands to follow him outside; Matsuda solemnly watches the chief exit and excuses himself to say his own goodbyes to the man. The door shuts with a soft thud and you push out all the air from your lungs and plop down onto the couch with your head in your hands.
You’re beyond emotionally and physically exhausted, and losing two members to voluntarily shut themselves in for an unknown period of time is the tipping point.
A pair of cautious feet stay still for a moment before there’s the soft pad of them shuffling a few steps closer. Ryuzaki doesn’t say anything, though you can see the frayed cuff of his jeans from the corner of your eyes.
It’s silent, but not uncomfortable as he remains hovering over you for a few extra minutes before awkwardly clearing his throat and giving your shoulder a cautious tap.
“I uh… apologize if my tone earlier is what made you uneasy now…” You lift your head upwards but keep it facing the floor as he continues. “That wasn’t the proper time to illicit a reaction from you– I was just doing some..research about the best methods of communication on ‘this’ and decided–”
“–L.”
He stops his ramblings and blinks once as you lift your head the rest of the way up and turn to him with a tired smile. “Thanks. For making me feel better.”
Ryuzaki shuts his mouth and offers a hand to pull you from your seat. “Of course.”
You look towards the door and run a hand through your hair in thought before turning to him with a soft expression. “How are you holding up, with all of this I mean? Can’t be easy getting even less sleep than normal, especially now that we’re cutting our forces by ⅓.”
L shrugs and rubs the dark bags under his eyes with the back of his hand and then scratches the back of his head, messing up his disheveled hair further. He turns to the door with a neutral expression before tentatively reaching forward and grabbing your hand; on instinct you keep your palm facing the ceiling and let him trace the creases with his thumb.
Ryuzaki stares at the skin while you stare at him and the impatient expression he adorns.
“I hate this.” he quietly mumbles, flipping your hand over to trace your cuticles and the little irritations on your fingers from the way you’ve begun to anxiously pick at your nails.
You stay silent and let him work through the emotions on his own, tickling his palm with your fingertips when he turns your hand over once more.
L tugs your hand down but keeps it in his grasp. “I don’t hate the fact Light is volunteering to be detained– in all honesty I’m more than happy to keep him under surveillance and away from– … the group…” He tilts his head and pinches the flesh of your thumb. “But the current direction of this investigation is spiraling and consuming much more of my time than I would like.”
You raise an eyebrow and nudge him slightly. “Ohhh, and what else would you spend your time on?”
He lets himself be swayed by your gentle push but swallows once and tilts his head to the side. “Huh? Are you really confused by that? I thought I was being pretty direct with ‘flirting’.”
You cough slightly and can feel the heat in your cheeks grow; you try and tug your hand back to shield your face in embarrassment from his curt response, but he keeps it locked in his grasp.
“Agh– I was just teasing you… no need to be so direct.”
Ryuzaki smiles at your expression and softens his posture to lean into you a bit more; he gives a cautious peak towards the door before turning his attention back to you.
“Should I not be so direct then…? You don’t like it?”
You swallow your fluster and shrug at him while tugging your hand again. It’s still stuck in his grasp. “Well… no. It’s fine. It’s so you, anyways.”
Ryuzaki mumbles a small ‘me?’ to himself before smiling to himself and leaning forward to plant a kiss against your lips.
Even in your most exhausted, mentally-fried state, you would never deny reciprocation of the act. Lips molding to his with a shared taste of coffee, warm sweet tea, and pastries; your hands stay connected at the side.
He rocks his head into yours a few times, switching between slow forceful kisses and light pecks that let him hear the soft ‘pop!’ everytime they connect and disconnect. You give him one last slow kiss before pulling back and turning your attention to your connected hands, swinging them back and forth slightly.
In all honesty, the two of you haven’t had time for anything after Misa’s arrest. You go home for maybe 6 hours a day, max; there’s barely enough time to shower and sleep, let alone get lil freaky with a man with an even tighter schedule. The two of you have been restricted to secret kisses during smoke breaks and little acts of service from being so busy, and it’s clear the both of you are craving something more.
“I’ll get the detainment of those two squared away with Watari now I suppose.” L mumbles, still not releasing his grasp on you.
You sigh and nod, mentally snapping back into work mode and trying to avoid the weird feeling in your chest about your mentor and friend being put in isolation for an undetermined amount of time. Ryuzaki lifts your hand slightly and gives a light squeeze, releasing it when the hotel door room reopens.
*******
It’s been about a week and a half since Light and his father have put themselves in detention, and if you thought you were overworked before, it’s nothing compared to now. Everyone is working double time, monitoring each person in confinement, investigating the recent Kira murders that have stopped, and looking for definitive links between their halt and Light’s captivity.
The workload is enough for an actual task force, not a small group of underpaid and overworked detectives. Suspicion of Light has heightened to an all time high, even Matsuda, Aizawa, and Mogi collectively wondering if this was the definitive proof that was needed.
Ryuzaki has barely spoken a word outside of theories and instructions to Watari, while the rest of the group looks melancholically at the screen of Light idly sitting and mumbling about how Kira must be controlling him.
Matsuda stands up from his hunched position of documents and evidence files and stretches slightly. “I’m making a convenience store run. Anyone need anything?”
Aizawa tugs open his wallet and tosses him a bill. “Get me a pack, any kind.”
“Sports drink and chips for me.” Mogi grumbles, loosening his tie.
You sigh and lift your empty can before turning to the man. “A couple energy drinks and maybe some pretzels?”
Ryuzaki eyes your position, the mess of your professional clothes, and the litter of caffeinated cans that linger around your spot at the table, but says nothing. Matsuda runs through the list one more time outloud before tugging on his jacket and stepping out.
When Misa calls out for Light one more time, Aizawa leans forward to lower the volume and scratches his chin. No one wants to be the one to say it– to say that things are looking less than ideal for Light. And no one wants to be the one to tell the chief this either.
There’s a dull hum of the air con in the background and the same analog clock ticking away absentmindedly as Mogi turns over to your position hunched over your laptop.
“Anything?”
You click the refresh button and turn to him. “Nope.” you pop the ‘p’ sound and sink further into the couch.
Mogi and Aizawa curse to themselves– there’s not been a single criminal murder that can be effectively linked to Kira since Light’s detainment no matter how hard you all search for one. The closest you’ve gotten is a prison brawl turned fatal, but none of the inmates involved would be targets of Kira anyways; one locked up for insurance fraud and the other a serial car-jacker.
Aizawa looks at L, waiting for him to make some sort of announcement when the hotel suite door bursts open and smacks into the wall. You all jump from your seat as Matsuda storms inside, haphazardly throwing your drinks and snacks onto the table and slamming a newspaper onto the glass.
“There’s one! There’s another Kira murder!”
You all scramble forward to get a look at the headline, pushing old take out containers and wrappers out of the way to get a glimpse of the front page.
CFO OF NATIONAL INDUSTRIAL COMPANY FOUND DEAD AT 52
Mogi blinks once and turns to look around the group in confusion as you re-read it for a third time. He turns to Matsuda with a confused expression. “I’m sorry… how is this a Kira murder again?”
Matsuda blinks at him, enthusiasm turning into slight frustration that no one else was as excited as he was, and whines slightly while pointing at the paper. “Look. It’s a major sudden death– a heart attack, might I add– and it states later in the article that he was potentially unfaithful to his wife and was laundering money.”
Aizawa raises a tired eyebrow at the man and turns back to the tv. “And why would Kira suddenly care about white-collar crime? Not like they’ve got stocks to worry about.”
L glances down at the paper and then turns to you. “Can you run this through the police database?”
You shrug, not seeing a correlation but reopen your laptop regardless and type in the man’s name. The first hits are the ongoing investigations to finalize the CFO’s death, but you purse your lips a bit and decide to expand the search parameters.
“Let me see something…”
Corporate
Natural causes
Accidents
Age 40+
Japanese
“Oh shit.”
Aizawa swivels his head while the group scrambles to crowd amongst your laptop; Ryuzaki slides into the spot next to you and peers down.
“If I add these features, there have been a string of deaths going on–”
“–Since Light got locked up!” Matsuda interjects.
It’s definitely convenient for him, but the demographics of the murders couldn’t be more strange. Sure all of the fallen c-suite executives were more than shady, but they weren’t known criminals aside from skeptics of their ethical business malpractice.
You let out an exhale and look amongst the group uneasily, not quite sure what to make of everything.
Mogi sits back, with more fire in his eyes than before and begins to prepare a new wave of evidence boxes that the group will need to confiscate to better investigate. “So, we got a new lead?”
Matsuda nods enthusiastically and runs over to the microphone synced to Mr. Yagami’s cell when L grabs his arm and pulls back. “I’m going to ask you to refrain from needlessly sharing information.”
The man sinks back awkwardly. “But I thought… we were going to keep the chief informed on everything…?”
Ryuzaki shakes his head slightly. “We will. But for now, we need to validate these deaths before we go haphazardly making connections that may not exist.”
Aizawa groans and flips through your laptop slightly before standing up and planning out evidence collection timeframes. “Oh come on. This might be a chance at proving Light’s innocence here! We can’t just let this slip us by.”
L narrows his eyes before passively reaching for a pastry and turning his attention back to the cells of the detainees. “We’re not. Please don’t jump to conclusions based on emotional feelings.”
The tension grows uneasy between everyone, and you stand up and collect the fallen snacks and canned drinks that Matsuda had tossed to the ground when he arrived. No one wants Light to be Kira, and everyone wants the chief to come back already– though no one also wants to overlook important details that the group has spent so long trying to collect.
Aizawa pulls a smoke from the fresh pack and gives Mogi a look of acknowledgement to head over to the NPA to recover some files before rubbing his face with frustration. “We know that. But can’t you just admit, for once, that maybe you’re wrong, L?” He snaps.
You step towards the man with a tired huff. “We also can’t just assume that Kira would suddenly jump ship to kill corporate workers without a definitive motive. It totally goes against the profile of Kira we’ve been working on– so until then we have to assume it’s still Light.”
Aizawa scoffs. “I thought Light was your friend– but it looks like you’ll just defend your boyfriend over anyone huh?”
“Excuse me?”
There’s hot anger coursing through your veins enough to make your hands begin to shake as you push forward to confront him. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Mogi goes to pull the man back but Aizawa keeps his glare on you. “Seriously? I don’t know how you can get anything done when every little thing you do has to be approved by him first. Like a damn kiss up.”
“I’m being neutral here. You’re the one being easily swayed by emotions to release Light.”
“Am I? If there’s anyone here who’s impartial it’s you.”
Matsuda bursts forward and pushes you and Aizawa apart. “Stop fighting!!” He whines with his eyes squinted shut. “Please! We get nothing done if we bicker like this.”
Ryuzaki steps forward and tugs Matsuda’s arm down to stand in front of Aizawa with an indiscernible expression. “Everyone part of this group has been vetted and approved based on their skill and abilities– not personal connection. If there’s some sort of implication you’re trying to make, maybe we should speak on it privately?”
You don’t need him to step in and defend you– it honestly makes you feel even worse that he feels the need to validate you when the argument in question is about that very act. With a huff, you push L slightly to the side and glare at Aizawa from over the shoulder of Matsuda.
“Listen. Let’s just focus on one thing at a time, ok? You guys can go get the evidence boxes for these cases and I’ll keep narrowing down a profile of the recent deaths. I’m not trying to discount Light, but I don’t want to make a mistake this deep into the investigation.”
L looks at you with a mixed expression, like he wanted to keep arguing but also admires the way you do your best to cool off on your own. Mogi elbows Aizawa in the ribs and ushers the man forward.
“Yea… sorry. Didn’t mean to blow up like that..”
The apology is slightly forced, but the break in the argument gives enough air to let everyone take a deep breath. You nod, accepting what you can get while L maintains a steady stare at the man until they both eventually step out to head over to the NPA.
Matsuda drops his hands and sighs before slipping on his own jacket and turning to Ryuzaki. “If it’s alright, I’d also like to grab a few things. Can you get me permission from the mortuary to collect the previous medical records?”
L keeps his eyes on the shut door before turning to the man with a neutral expression. “Sure. Given the late hour, there may be a hold up, but I’ll have Watari give you the security clearance to review the files.”
Matsuda lets out an exhale of gratitude and waves off before the door shuts again and it’s just Ryuzaki and you in the room. You keep your gaze forward another moment before scoffing in exasperation and moving to plug your laptop into the corner outlet of the room. Sinking down the wall and sitting next to the cable, you don’t even bother looking up at Ryuzaki who cautiously walks over.
“You’re upset.”
You roll your eyes and begin typing away, downloading a variety of documents for each case that seems to stick out given the search parameters. Lips pursed, you don’t even bother looking up, too frustrated and angry. “Yea. I am.”
Ryuzaki nods and rocks on his feet once. “Do you want to talk about–”
“–No.”
He pauses and clicks his tongue once; he almost moves to walk back to his spot and to give you some space, but instead he lifts his foot and taps your bent leg given your curled position. “Don’t mind him, please. I meant what I said– about everyone’s abilities.”
“I know.”
You don’t need to be angry at him, but he’s only the other person in the room and for some reason your mind decides to be curt anyways. Ryuzaki shouldn’t be the target of your frustration, but you’re too tired to stop the way you curl into your laptop further and shield your view of him with the screen.
L remains standing over you for another moment, obviously not used to being the subject of simple, nearly one-word, responses. You’re supposed to be the comforting and yapping one in this relationship; the reversed roles make him uncomfortable. It also makes Ryuzaki realize he detestes to see you like this.
His hands flex and squeeze the air in awkwardness, but he finds himself unable to be any more comforting and slowly walks back to his chair to absentmindedly pick at the crumbs on a plate. The silence in the air suffocates him; the typing of your fingers, clicking of the clock, and mumbled audio of the three detainees irritates more than ever before.
How many days, weeks, had it been since the two of you actually had a moment alone?
He misses you.
Your eyes are glued to the screen as each tap of the keyboard is forced, and everytime you have to delete a typo, you press even harder as if it was the computer’s fault. Curled up and leaning against the two corners of the wall, you don’t see the way Ryuzaki pivots in his seat to watch you.
It lasts a few minutes before he swivels back around to refocus, a variety of news articles, documents, and c-suit background checks being sent to him from both Watari and you. Geez, you’re not even 20 steps away and you don’t even say a word– just message him a variety of police coverage about the ‘murders’ while you both await medical and physical evidence information.
He knows you’re not mad at him, and you know that he’s not the source of your frustration, but it doesn’t decrease the tension much. Ryuzaki’s one to hole himself up while facing bouts of frustration and depression, but seeing you isolate yourself makes him realize just how lonely that mental stare really is.
Neither of you speak for several hours, even when he paces the room, not when you stand up to stretch and use the restroom, and not even when a storm builds from outside and thunder roars above you. Matsuda and the others have been gone for several hours when there’s a ring on the coffee table from L’s spare phone.
You pause, mid standing-stretch behind the couch, and peer down at the phone while Ryuzaki picks it up and places it on speaker.
“Hey! There’s a hold up at the evidence collection– some fucking pencil pushers got these records sealed.” Mogi’s voice rings out.
You raise an eyebrow and lean over the couch to the receiver. “Wait what? Who gets records sealed for a heart attack?”
Mogi sighs on the other end and Aizawa can be heard walking towards the phone. “Not just the most recent one either– every recent big accidental death or cardiac arrest case is closed.” There’s a pause for a moment. “Do you think you can get us an extended list of all the deaths you think are connected, y/n? Maybe there’s a pattern to what’s sealed and what’s not…We– I’d really appreciate it.”
You swallow once and Ryuzaki looks up at you with large eyes. “Sure… I can send you what I have– though not all of them look like Kira motives… but you guys can deduce what you think based on their COD.”
Aizawa sighs in gratitude while you walk back to your computer to send a zip file of documents over; Ryuzaki sits upright and takes the phone. “I can get you a court order to unseal them, but it’ll take several hours given this time of night… I don’t imagine many other law enforcement officers are awake at 2:15 am.”
“We’ll take what you can get us– the sooner we can get our hands on this, the closer we are to finding Kira.” Mogi responds from the other end. “Aizawa and I will stay here till morning if we need to.”
A little bit of guilt pools in your gut, you should be working hard to clear your friend’s name too… so why are you sitting around throwing a pity party for yourself? It’s war with your own emotions, and your first solution is to bring your laptop back to the table and crack open another energy drink.
Ryuzaki gives his goodbyes and switches the line to ring Matsuda while you send over the files and down half the beverage in one go. It rings a few times until a sleepy ‘hello?’ can be heard from the other end.
“Matsuda, how are things at the mortuary? Mogi and Aizawa said their evidence files are all sealed.”
There’s a brief yawn and the sound of various voices in the background until he responds. “Yea, same thing over here for the most part. I can’t even get their previous blood work reports to see if any would be at risk of a heart attack– let alone the autopsy files.”
You shoot L an uneasy glance and sit closer to listen in.
“Was the permission Watari gave you not enough? There’s more clearance needed?” Ryuzaki murmurs, tapping on his own computer.
Matsuda hums a bit and shuffles the microphone slightly. “Ehhh that’s not it. More like, it seems that the family or businesses heavily locked down these reports to avoid unwanted media leaks. So I technically have the clearance, there’s just an absurd amount of paperwork needed to access them.”
Ryuzaki narrows his eyes and turns his attention back to the screens in front him; his gaze lingers on Light before he lifts the receiver back up. “Alright, Mogi and Aizawa are delayed as well. It may take a few hours, if you’re able to wait there.”
There’s another yawn and then the sound of a woman’s voice offering him a clipboard before he answers. “Yea that’s fine. I’ve got more than enough paperwork to keep me occupied until then.”
You let out a low whistle and L solidifies Matsuda’s decision before he ends the call and the sound of rain picks up from outside. If there ever was a symbol for a bad omen, this was certainly feeling like it.
“Our luck worsens, huh?” you murmur, staring at Misa and Light before swinging around the couch and resuming your position next him, laptop open once more.
“It’s certainly convenient timing. Though we need to be absolutely certain about this– as in, maybe even waiting several weeks until I can be sure about any sort of innocence…or ‘mind control’.”
You let out another whistle and tap away on your laptop, reaching forward for your beverage with a tired look. “The group is gonna get anxious– even more so than now.”
“That’s to be expected, considering the….incident earlier.”
You suck in a breath and shoot him a sideway glance of ‘don’t push it’ before turning back to your computer. He doesn't adhere to your silent warning.
“If you want to talk about it–”
“I don’t. Ok?... it’s something you wouldn’t understand anyways… greatest detective and all” you end sarcastically.
Ok, it’s a little bit of a bitchy remark, but he doesn’t flinch back or counter the argument; L swallows and lightly nods his head. “You’re right… I wouldn’t.”
You sit in silence, partially feeling sorry for him and yourself given the situation. You’re beyond tired, in need of a good meal, and a long shower, so your temper and emotions are all in the fray.
The clock ticks away in the background and rain steadily falls against the panes of the hotel windows while you take another long sip of your energy drink.
“You should get some sleep.”
Ryuzaki speaks without looking over at you, and you clench your jaw while continuing to stare at the screen in front of you. You don’t look over at him either; running a hand through your hair and continuing to narrow the parameters of your search. ‘Age 63, COD suicide– the man had been having a string of affairs and recently caught by his wife and children; no sort of any crime outside of adultery.’ Not in the motive of Kira; you continue flipping through the results.
“Yea, you too.” you mumble.
Ryuzaki taps his finger on the remote of the televisions and lets out a slow sigh. “You’re being stubborn, you know.”
“Ok? I’m just trying to get work done.”
He lowers the volume and the petty sound of your fingers slamming the keys of your laptop fills the silence awkwardly. You glance over slightly before leaning further onto the armrest and away from him.
“You need to rest though..”
You tap extra hard. “Sorry I can’t be as efficient as ‘the world’s best detective’ with 2 hours of sleep. So pardon my mediocre mental limitations.”
He huffs at your childish behavior and stands up to walk over to your position and gently shuts the laptop on your hands. You don’t even get a chance to squawk at him as L keeps the pressure on the lid firmly shut. “I never questioned your abilities. I’m concerned for your health.”
You swallow and look to the distant clock on the wall; the time of 3:09 am makes you sink further into your spot sheepishly. He’s being considerate, but the defensiveness from your argument with Aizawa makes your skin tingle still.
Rolling your eyes slightly to shrug off his concern, you try to pry the lid back open. “Yea ok. Feels like everyone is more concerned about you sleeping with me, than actually getting ‘rest’.”
It’s a petty and sarcastic jab, but Ryuzaki’s expression falls and he keeps his hand firmly on the computer to keep it shut. He takes a half-kneeling position on the couch cushion next to you and leans in.
“Why don’t you believe me when I say these things?” He narrows his eyes and looks into the corner of the room with a focused expression. “You believe and trust me when I give you my theories and deductions on Kira… so why are you questioning what I say now?”
You swallow and tuck your chin into your chest at being blatantly called out; a slight heat on your cheeks, you shrug. “It’s just, more complicated than that… idiot.”
He perks up at your lighter tone and gently smiles. “Ah, so I'm the ‘world’s best detective’ and also an idiot? You must have quite the mental image of me.”
“Yea, something like that” You lightly tease him, letting Ryuzaki guide your laptop from your hands and place it onto the coffee table.
You both look at each other as L sits on the couch in a watered-down version of his usual perched position; knees in his chest, but feet partially angled down the couch rather than hanging on the side. He looks from eye to eye and down to your lips before taking your now free hand and messing with the flesh once again.
“Go to bed, please. If you won’t do it for yourself, at least do it to give me some peace of mind that you won’t collapse from cardiac arrest from to caffeine overconsumption.”
You roll your eyes slightly but sigh in defeat and nod while looking back at the clock. “Yea, I will. But you should sleep with me too.”
It wasn’t supposed to be inherently flirtatious– more of a reminder that he also needs to take breaks every once in a while, but the way his eyes widen and your mouth opens and closes trying to re-clarify already shows the double meaning underneath.
The grip on his hand tightens and you rapidly blink at the innuendo. “I mean.. Uh– what I meant was…”
The words trail off and as soon as your voice dies in your throat, his lips are on yours. Ryuzaki’s knees tip over in the action to kiss you, falling into your lap and his hands leave yours and tug your jaw into him. It’s forceful and impatient, as if you had been putting him through agony by not being next to him for a few hours.
Rocking his head to a steady rhythm with yours, your hands drop to tug his shoulders in and closer to your body. Tongue pushing its way into your mouth and letting saliva pool at the crease of your lips, you rock your position to sit with your back against the armrest and splay your legs for him to lie between.
Ryuzaki pivots his chest to be aligned with yours and lets one knee rest between your thighs while the other straddles your leg and partially kneels off the edge of the couch.
It feels so hot. The lack of oxygen and the overwhelming desire for more makes you arch your back into the kiss and twitch your hips up against his pelvis where a semi was already forming. One hand cradles your jaw to keep your lips on his while the other slides down your neck in between the collar of your blouse and possessively rubs on the side of your throat.
One last rut of his tongue against yours, L pulls back slightly to peck the under portion of your jaw and nip at the exposed pieces of skin where your previous hickies had mostly faded away by now. His canines take chunks of flesh and suck hard mean bruises against your skin until his chin is rubbing the fabric of your blouse.
Sighing at the pleasure pooling between your legs and the sensation of his lips on your neck, you lightly push his head back and stare up at him. Dark, dilated, eyes pour into yours as the tv glow illuminates sections of his hair that shadow his face.
You have one hand on his cheek to push him back slightly, though neither of you say a word; L takes his hand off your jaw and holds your wrist to his lips to kiss along the spot where you typically apply your perfume.
Slipping it from his lips and smiling at his small huff, you bring your hands down to slowly undo the buttons of your work blouse. Ryuzaki is as motionless as a marble statue, intensely watching each release of the fabric until you shimmy it off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. A light blue bra holds your tits upright, and each breath pushes them in and out of the cups slightly.
He shamelessly stares down at them, taking note of how one was seemingly a little larger than the other, and swallowing thickly before peering back up. It’s a silent ask of permission and when you nod once, his head immediately ducks down to suck the swell of your right breast.
Any flesh exposed is up for grabs, and his mouth is determined to taste each piece of surface area while his hand begins tentatively squeezing the other. Head back at the sensation, you whimper as he tests the plushness and malleability of each tit. Tongue pushing against the skin, feeling the way it softly dips with varying levels of force, he switches breasts to see if it mirrors the other.
Panties sticking to your cunt in desperate need, the erection in L’s jeans pathetically rubs against the clothed mound of your pussy for any sort of friction. Saliva dripping down the valley of your breasts and saturating the covered underwire of your bra, Ryuzaki pulls back to snap the band slightly against your ribs.
“...May I?”
“Yea… you can.”
Pressing his lips back up to yours, he snakes a hand around to feel the metal clasps of the garment for a few moments. Fingers tracing the small shape of the hook and tugging on the elastic pull in a quick test, he pinches the material and releases the lock with one hand.
The straps fall from your shoulders and you let the bra fall to the side of the couch with an eyebrow raised at the man.
“You’re… surprisingly quick at that.”
Ryuzaki shrugs, his attention more focused on the way how each hand squeezes a breast and pinches your nipples. “Hm? Oh– well it was in the way…”
It’s not an explanation, but when his lips latch onto a nipple and suck, you don’t really care for one. Teeth lightly pinching the sensitive flesh to see which amount of pressure elicits the sound he likes the most from your lips, he switches between the two as if he can’t make up his mind which one he likes more.
One breast is slightly larger, there’s more recoil and softness to it when he squeezes and bites at it; the one that’s slightly smaller makes him think he could probably pop the whole thing in his mouth if he just stretched his jaw a little wider, right? Maybe in time.
Head clouded with pleasure, you tug him further into your chest and swing a leg around his ass to push his groin into you with more force.
“Ahh!-- ngh..”
He groans into your chest with a shiver as his erection throbs against his jeans and pathetically grinds into you. Leg hooked around him, you guide the motion of thrusts and let him dry hump you while keeping his face buried in his chest.
It feels damn good too. While you would love nothing more than to have him sink his cock inside, letting him get the motion down seems like a good starting point.
Teeth pinching and sucking on your breasts with enough saliva that the white of his shirt is becoming transparent from the saturation seeping onto it, he mimics the thrust of his hips against you.
“fuck…Ryuza–”
“ –L…. Just L, please.”
You pause and gnaw on your lip to partially suppress a moan when a particular swing of his pelvis grinds into your clothed clit with enough pressure. His motions are erratic and he’s borderline shaking with each jerk and twitch.
“Oh, f-fuck.. L–”
“Agh–! I.. i’m–”
Head raised slightly above your breasts, L’s hips twitch uncontrollably against you as he nearly sobs a deep and guttural groan. A shaky breath escaping his lips and eyes nearly hooding over entirely, he drops his head down and pants.
You tug at the strands of his hair and lightly pet at the nape of his neck when a warm and wet sensation pools on your lower navel. Scooting up on the couch slightly, you gently guide him upright and freeze at the dark saturated patch of cum in his jeans and a few smears of semen that stick to where he had just rubbed against you.
You pause. There’s a first time for everything– and a guy creaming in his pants from just humping and sucking your tits is certainly an ego boost.
L sucks in a few shaky breaths before tugging his leg back onto the couch and rocking back to sit on his heels; his eyes dilated pure black as he slowly looks down to the mess of his pants.
“I…”
You sit up and take his hand, grounding him with a few soft squeezes before pushing a mess of hair away from his eyes. “Are you ok?”
He swallows once and leans back down to the curve of your neck with steady breath once more. “Yes…I think so. But… it might stain.”
Glancing down, you can see the sticky residue of the cum that seeped from his denim smearing on the fly of your slacks. Black fabric absorbing the white opaque semen, you gasp when his teeth sink into your neck and his hands trace down to tug on the belt loops of your pants.
“Should probably take them off…”
You sigh as his tongue rubs over the bruised flesh of your neck and groan with a nod of your head; deft fingers immediately work to pop the button and release the fly. You nudge his head back up to meet your lips with a soft kiss; smiling with glazed eyes and tugging the fabric of his shirt up and over his head. The hickies nearly faded by now, you trace the visible veins on his pale flesh before he pulls on the band of your slacks and motions for you to help him.
When you lift your hips up to let him tug the materials down your legs and kick them off your ankles, he pauses and sits up before standing.
“Wait, not here– or rather, not on here.”
You take his hand and let him guide you towards the back bedroom; the same act he had done every night for months, though now much more real.
Clothes still on the floor, his cum on your stomach, and walking in solely your panties, L guides you into the bedroom and hastily shuts the door; pressing you back towards the bed with his lips eagerly attaching to yours.
The plush mattress dips beneath you, as the two of you clumsily climb up onto it. It starts as another seated makeout session until he’s snapping the elastic of your panties against the bone of your hip a few times.
“Maybe… these can come off?” He looks at you as if the suggestion was more of an order.
You peck his lips once more and shimmy to the side of the bed to kick your soaked garment to the ground; when you turn back around, L is laying flat against the mattress.
You pause and crawl up to him, not quite understanding the sudden position until he stretches out a hand and tugs on the flesh of your thigh. Letting your leg be guided up until his shoulder, you freeze and peer down at him in shock.
“Wait…what?”
It's a freaky position– especially for his first time doing this.
“Here.” He casually removes his hands and brings his index finger to point at mouth with a look of expectation. “You’re supposed to sit here.”
…
You swallow and look back down at him in pure shock, though you let yourself be guided to hover just above his face and tentatively grab the headboard. Looking up at you, L juts his chin out, but the distance is still too great to get any taste; he shoots you an impatient look.
“Why are you not coming down here?”
“Well… what if I like–” you shrug in slight mortification. “I don’t know, like crush you or something? I’m not sure if I can really explain that to the rest of the group…”
Two hands snake up to the plush of your hips and pinch the flesh between his fingertips. “I’ve researched this– and I hypothesize I would prefer to die here than from Kira.” He tugs you down slightly. “So please, allow me to test this theory.”
With a final tug, you lower down onto his lips and suck in a breath when his tongue lays flat to lick a long stripe up your cunt. He opens his mouth wide to protrude his entire muscle and you arch your back at the sensation.
It’s entirely lewd.
Without a doubt, it’s his first time eating a woman out, but the act itself is what’s making you stutter. It wasn’t like he was trying to get you to cum quickly– it was like he was genuinely trying to taste you.
Hands keeping your hips down, he groans into your pussy and runs his tongue along your folds a few more times before slipping inside and grinding his nose into your clit. Your own hands squeeze the headboard until your knuckles are white, as he kisses into your cunt in the same fashion he does your mouth.
Teeth occasionally nipping at an outer lip, tongue squirming around inside, and lots of saliva and arousal dripping down his chin– your hips stutter against his face and moans fall from your mouth. He flicks the muscle around inside a moment more before tilting his head to the side with a deep inhale for oxygen.
“Sorry, am I–”
“ –keep your hips slightly up.” he interrupts.
You look down at him; large dark eyes already boring into your own. Obeying his command, you raise up slightly from your position and ramble about he didn’t need to be doing ‘this’ if he was uncomfortable.
“... and if you would rather–”
“Ah! Perfect.”
Before you can continue your spiel, a long slender finger slips through the first ring of muscle of your pussy and curls slightly from inside.
“Oh— fuck!”
Cautiously watching your reaction, L keeps his eyes on you before darting back down to the way his index finger disappears inside you with a ‘squelch!’
He leans up to suck on your clit and rut his tongue against it before peeling back to watch his hand and your facial emotions once again. Slipping in a second finger, he keeps his eyes on the way your body twitches in pleasure.
“I needed room for my wrist.” He neutrally explains before leaning up against to lick his fingers as they slide in and out of your cunt, letting his tongue continue tasting each drop of your arousal.
You wire your eyes shut and clench around his hand, mind going numb when his fingerpads graze that one spot from within you.
“Ngh– s-shit!”
L stops for a moment, glances up at you, and then wiggles his fingers inside you– grinding against your g-spot. In a testing motion, he curls the tip of his index and middle in a ‘come here’ motion; you nearly crack the headboard at the feeling.
“Ah, so it’s here… interesting….” He murmurs before attaching his lips to the swollen bulb of your clit once more.
Grinding down onto his hand a bit more, you can feel your slick dripping down his fingers with every erotic squelch that escapes. Your mind feels like complete mush as you can feel that elastic band in your core getting tighter and tighter as he keeps his tempo at an even pace.
Biting your lip and pushing down a liiiittle more in chase of your high, a whine escapes your lips when he suddenly slips his fingers out and gently guides your hips to the side of his face.
Panting in confusion, but letting yourself be swayed to the side when he partially sits upright with a satisfied look on his face.
“I knew I’d be able to find it– or well both in all honesty. Now, judging based on the sound, I’d also say you’re now properly aroused as well. It’s good to ensure enough lubrication before going further.”
He takes a finger to his lips and sucks the residual fluid off it while you attempt to calm your breathing and give him an incredulous look. “B-But… I was so close…”
L pauses, finger still in his mouth when he realizes that there was another motive to having you ride his face aside from his personal mission to prove he could locate the clit and g-spot. To be fair, he figured it would get you turned on enough to be prepared for more, to hear that he was about to make you cum washes him with a mixture of pride and embarrassment of stopping short.
“O-oh!” he scrambles up slightly and flicks his fingers a few times in anxious energy. “Right– of course! We can… we can continue– I’ll just lay back down and you can–”
“No.”
He freezes and looks at you with eyes wide that you can see the white all the way around the irises.
You lean over to him with impatience. “No, I need you inside me– now.”
Jaw slack at the command, he blinks a few times before absolutely scrambling to shimmy off his jeans. He throws himself to the edge of the bed and tries to shove his pants off with haste, until he realizes the button wasn’t undone and nearly rips it from the fabric to release.
Kicking the denim to the ground along with his boxers, L spins back around, partially tripping on the comforter to climb back up towards you.
“R-right so…” he traces the knuckles of your hands in anticipation.
Admiring the scene in front of you, a smile adorns your face before your expression drops and you look around the room. “Shit, wait. Do you have a condom…?”
It’s by far a longshot, and L genuinely thinks about it for a moment before opening his mouth and sheepishly shutting it again with a distracted look.
“What?” you question with an eyebrow raise.
“...you wouldn’t like my answer.”
You pause and give him a tilted look before noticing the painful pulse of his cock that stands at full attention. “Well, unless you'd rather go back to work…”
“You wouldn’t…” he purses his lips and looks in the corner of the room with a quiet tone. “...get pregnant….”
…
He senses your pause and brings his hand from your knuckles to your navel. “...you’re in the luteal phase right now…”
Shutting your eyes and placing the ‘I thought we already had the chat about tracking my period cycle’ into a list of tasks you can take on after a full night’s sleep, you exhale and shrug.
“Right. In that case then–” you tug him back into you and place a messy kiss to his lips before guiding him to sit against the headboard.
Crawling up his lap and taking his face in your hands, you look from eye to eye in a moment of seriousness. “Are you sure about this? We don’t have to do anything you know?”
L lets himself be held in your palms and tilts his face to place a soft peck to your wrist. “If it’s with you, I’d like to continue…”
Wetting your lips and leaning in for a soft and slow kiss, L sucks in a shallow breath when you line his tip up with your entrance. Pre-cum profusely pearling and dripping from his slit, you drag his cock up and down your folds to lubricate a bit more before sinking down an inch.
And you were the one who was just edged a few minutes ago, but he’s the one with his head immediately thrown back into the pillows.
Black hair fluffed around him, L’s jaw falls slack as you slowly lower down.
The stretch is a burn you haven’t felt in a while, and the sensation of feeling so full makes your toes curl into the comforter below you both. Giving a few shallow bounces to test the feeling, you lower your hips down the rest of the way and bottom out while L rolls his head beneath you.
If he was mind numb with pleasure when you sucked him off the other week, he was completely unable to process a single coherent thought now. Or in your terms, completely pussydrunk.
Bouncing your knees against the mattress to a steady and slow rhythm, the sound of your ass hitting his lap fills the rooms with a ‘smack! Smack! Smack!’.
Smiling at his disheveled appearance, you peer down to watch the way he sinks inside when you finally notice little red bumps that adorn sections of his base. Hair thinner and shorter than a few weeks ago, the tufts of pubes that aren’t matted with sweat and cum have recently been shaved down.
A gentle smile on your lips, you rock forward and let the swollen tip of his cock grind against your g-spot with intensified desire. Knees slightly aching and hips getting tired, you keep up the pace with fervor to orgasm while L withers beneath you with eyes wired shut.
“Are you ok… L–”
“Shh… agh–” He grimaces and groans when you clench around him with a particularly intense bounce. “If-If you talk… I’ll cum.. aghh–”
Beneath his sealed eyes, L is desperately trying to think of anything else at this moment. But he can’t.
Each time he tries to drag his mind back to the investigation, he’s haunted with visions of you sitting beside him, and working so hard without any idea of the physical and mental torture you put the poor man through.
Hands gripping the comforter beneath him for a moment, he flexes his thighs beneath you and absentmindedly shuffles you further onto his cock.
The angle is just a bit deeper to kiss your cervix and grind against the rough patch within your cunt that you hunch forward and grind your hips in frantic search of an orgasm. Room thick with the smell of sex, beads of sweat drip from your skin at the exercise and the window could nearly fog over given the change in temperature.
Grinding in a back-and-forth motion, the mattress creaks beneath you as you rub your clit against his pelvis with a heightened tempo. “F-fuck– L… gonna cum”
The cable in your abdomen is so tightly wound that you barely notice the way the man beneath is fighting for his life at the sensation washing over him. A particular flex of his thigh beneath you and quickened bounce surges pleasure over you as the previously denied orgasm rips through you.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck” you ramble while grinding down onto the man; a cream ring forming around his base as you use his cock to fuck you through your high.
Hands leaving their clutched position of the comforter to your hips, you can nearly hear him whisper ‘finally’ before he’s positioning his pelvis up and into you at an erratic pace. Eyes peeling open slightly to take in the way your tits bounce with each motion, L bites his lip and groans as he slips the tip of his cock in and out while cumming.
Hot shoots of semen leak from his tip and pour up into your cunt as the sensation of feeling even fuller makes you shiver and clench around him even more.
“C-cumming… i’m cumming–” he manages to communicate before deflating onto the mattress as if he had just collapsed of heart failure himself.
Hot pants escaping both of your lips, you take in the raw and warm moment of being connected before slipping off him with a wincing at the empty feeling. You fall onto the mattress next to him in exhaustion and pleasure. Despite his fucked-out state, L’s eyes drop to the mixture of your cum pooling out of your pussy with an unreadable expression.
“That was… nice.”
You lean your head back to let out a single ‘ha’ at the simple phrasing before turning to him with an amused expression. “Yep. very nice.”
He senses the teasing tone in your voice and returns the gentle smile before scooting closer to you on the bed. Hand once again wrapping around your own, Ryuzaki tilts his head to plant a few soft kisses to your lips.
“I can have medication arranged if you’re worried about… the…” his words trail off. Asking you to ride his face was fine, but implying that the creampie he just gave you might still have some risk was too much– even for him.
“Yea… that’s probably a good idea.” You run your hand down his chest, enjoying the thrum of his heart in his chest before sitting up and shimmying to the edge of the bed.
“You don’t want to rest?” He asks, sitting right up after you.
“Huh? Of course I do, I just want to shower first.”
L calms down slightly and nods; his own pelvis a mixture of cum and sweat that would need to be rinsed off before doing anything else.
Walking over to the ensuite, you flick on the lights and take in the large shower within the suite. “Do you have any spare towels I can use?” your voice echoes in the tiled room.
Ryuzaki scoots off the bed and pads over to the bathroom to flip through a few baskets and tugging out a variety of spare linens. Before he can dig further, there’s a ping at his desk from Watari.
Looking over to the pager with a frustrated look, L shoots you a pout. “I have to take that… but I’ll bring you fresh clothes as well. Yours got dirty after all.”
You turn the hot water on and test the temperature before pinching his bicep. “Yea, and I wonder who’s fault that was.”
“If you’d like criminal investigation services, I’m sure I can get to the bottom of that mystery.”
You laugh and hang a towel over the shower door for easy access and watch the way he doesn’t want to move from his spot next to you despite the shrill of the pager in the connected room.
“Is it ok if I sleep here for a bit after?”
Ryuzaki watches the water and nods. “Of course. I’ll use the shower after you then.”
You smile at the man and place a chaste peck to his lips before slipping through the glass door and sighing at the hot water relaxing your skin and tired muscles; pager ringing once more, L shuffles out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom.
Slipping on his soiled boxers and jeans with a grimace, he leans over to pocket your discarded panties and takes the pager from the desk and balances it between his ear and shoulder.
“Yes, Watari?”
There’s a muffled voice on the other end as L slips back into the main suite room and picks up the evidence of your evening before tossing it into a hamper within his bedroom.
“There’s been no break in Misa’s behavior still. I’m calling to let you know I will be resting for a few hours, but will remain on call if you need it.”
Ryuzaki purses his lips at the announcement and peers out at the living tv at the screen of Light passively sleeping in his cell. Pulling his dresser drawers open, he tugs out an old gray t-shirt and set flannel sleep pants he hasn’t even worn in several years.
“Alright, and her reactions for a lawyer or court representation?” He mumbles into the receiver before gently knocking on the bathroom door and placing the stack of clothes on the sink counter.
“No change. Each referral to her rights gets nowhere– even the previous attempt at self harm has completely stopped.”
L takes the hangnail of his thumb between his teeth and pads out of the bedroom back over to the television screen of camera positions while the water shuts off in the background. The image of a certain peaceful and incapacitated man catching his attention for a few moments.
“She still calls out for Light though. Interesting that even with a complete memory wipe, he’s still present.”
Watari sighs slightly on the other end and offers additional updates in the morning– 7am just 3 hours away. With a quiet ‘goodnight’, he shuts the device and heads back into the bedroom where you stand, fully dressed in his clothing, while toweling off your damp hair.
“Ah, shower’s all yours.”
Ryuzaki stands motionless for another moment, not completely out of character, but completely out of his element another time this evening. The image of you so domestically wearing his old pajamas and tossing the towel over the bathroom door to dry before peeling back his sheets makes his mouth dry and his heart rate quicken.
Rain steadily hitting against the panes and silence except for the clock on the wall, in another life he wonders if this is what he would see each evening when he would retire for bed. You curled up in a warm spot, leaving space for him beside you. Maybe you’d read together in the evening, or on a particularly tired night, you’d scratch through his hair and tell him all the little details about your day. It's a vision he’s never seen before, and one he’s not sure will ever leave his mind again.
Despite being right in front of him, the scene feels out of reach and he nods while heading for the bathroom.
“Right, thank you.”
No amount of hot water and steam can fully shake the foreign feeling in his bones and the rinse ends after 15 minutes of earnest deliberation. By the time he’s dressed in a baggy white-tee and oversized sweatpants, there’s soft snores coming from your side of the bed.
…
Your side of the bed?
L swallows slightly and cautiously walks over to the mattress, unsure of what to do.
When you’re clawing at each other to get your clothes off, he finds his mind being melted into a puddle of desire at the feeling of your touch. It’s easy to get swept up in the motions– or at least easier than having to face the tight feeling in his chest that happens in those moments in between.
He had missed out on more pleasures in life that he had ever expected, and after experiencing some of them once, he knows it’s only a matter of time before he craves it again. The light rise in your chest with each deep breath and soft snore makes him need you in more ways than one.
Pulling back the thick blankets and slipping into the spot beside you, the feeling of sleeping in an actual bed creates a foreign feeling. Any other time he required sleep, it would be short and proactive naps that usually took place in a chair or simply on top of the comforter. When you roll over in your sleep to face him, a new definition for ‘heading to bed’ is created.
Hair slightly in your face and lips parted to let out a small pool of drool and snores, Ryuzaki doesn’t care if he needs the sleep or not– he doesn’t want to leave this bed.
Tugging the comforter back up and onto his body, he clenches his hand a few times before cautiously scooting forward and resting his head on the edge of his pillow and inches away from yours.
Your skin is still warm from the shower and your body is curled towards him with your legs automatically beginning to vine and snake around his own on instinct. Ryzaki doesn’t say anything, he just mentally traces every detail of your relaxed expression and lets himself become tangled with you.
Arm reaching around your waist and tugging you closer into him, he pauses to lower his head to your chest, not moving from its spot until the soft ‘ba-dum!’ of your heartbeat causes a long exhale to escape his nose. Swallowing the thick anxious emotion that had been rooted in his throat, he lifts you up and into the curve of his neck and lets your bodies merge under the covers.
There’s no ping from Matsuda at the mortuary, and there’s no call from Aizawa and Mogi at the evidence lockers. There’s only the steady tick of the analog clock on the wall, the patter of rain hitting the windows outside, and the soft snores escaping your lips.
Scooting further into your body and gently closing his eyes, L falls asleep beside you. And for the first time in a while, he dreams.
a/n
OMG IM SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG
-> i had 7 finals total and got like 0 sleep the past week BUT I CAME BACK
[i won't abandon this series i promise! i just have a really bad sleep schedule!!]
anyways~~
i really hope you guys liked this chapter -> i will have future chapters with smut too, but i needed to pace this one out for ur first time w/ L
ALSO: i have decided to break the canon and keep him ALIVE. [ive already drafted how i want to do that heheh]
next chapter starts w/ Light's memory loss and gets into the issue of him and L being handcuffed sooo.... stay tuned
ILY POOKIES, U GUYS LITERALLY MAKE MY DAY WITH ALL THE COMMENTS AND MESSAGES ABOUT THIS SERIES!!! <333
Suspiciously cozy
L Lawleit x reader
The reader is suspected of being kira and is also cuffed to L
misa’s yelling again.
something about “how dare you accuse me! light would never! and i’m a famous model, not a murderer!”
which is kind of funny, because you’re pretty sure models can be murderers too.
you just don’t say that out loud. not this time.
light’s voice is sharp, defensive. he’s trying to be calm but his eyebrows are twitching.
“we’re all being watched, misa. getting angry doesn’t help.”
you hum. not because you care, but because L’s shirt is surprisingly soft, and his stomach makes a good pillow.
plus, the cuffs don’t give you many other options.
your wrist is chained to his, and you're stretched across the couch like a cat in sunbeam, head on his abdomen, one leg thrown over his.
he doesn't complain. he never does. not when you plop down in his lap. not when you braid his hair with stolen bobby pins. not even when you fell asleep with your face smushed against his spine during surveillance shift last week.
his fingers twitch against the table, a sugar cube forgotten halfway to his mouth.
"y/n," he says, voice low, eyes shadowed.
"yes, ryuzaki?" you mumble into his hoodie.
"you do realize you’re under suspicion for being kira too, yes?"
"mmhm."
you stretch, pressing your cheek further into his stomach. "but i’m not. so it’s fine."
he pauses. misa is still yelling. light is now pacing. no one seems to notice that you’re curled up on the world’s most paranoid detective like he’s your emotional support mattress.
"you’re unusually calm for someone accused of mass murder," L murmurs.
you squint up at him. "you’re unusually comfy for someone who lives on cake and vengeance."
he blinks. once. slowly. then shoves the sugar cube in his mouth without breaking eye contact.
"i still believe you could be kira," he says.
"okay," you yawn. "but if i was, you’d be dead already. so maybe i’m just lazy."
L stares down at you. not suspiciously, not really. more like he’s trying to figure out how you fit in this weird equation of gods and death notes and tangled limbs on a couch in a high-security facility.
you stare back, upside-down and barely awake.
"you’re strange," he says.
"you’re warm," you reply.
he doesn’t move. not when misa storms off. not when light groans like a tired dad. not even when you fall asleep for real, mouth slightly open against his hoodie.
maybe it’s dangerous. maybe you are kira.
but for now, L lets you sleep.
can we think abt yan sub! L whose darling happens to be light's older sister! Reader
ANON YOUR BRAIN HELLO!!!???
UUGGHH this would be so good!! The power imbalance would be crazy too. Okay okay let’s dive this scenario one by one. PLEASE I NEED MORE SUB YAN ASKS!!!
I HAD TALL FEM READER IN MIND!!
— MINORS DNI —
tw: asexual lesbian tries to write dick and pussy sex💔. L and his usual stalking. And me being carried away.
Imagine that before the Kira case ever began, you had already crossed paths with L.
Maybe as the eldest child of the Yagami family, you chose to follow in your father's footsteps and dedicate your life to justice.
And since you share the same IQ with your brother plus with your unwavering moral compass, you quickly rose through the ranks of law enforcement and eventually found yourself working alongside elite investigative agencies or the FBI/CIA.
It was during the investigation of the Los Angeles BB Murder Cases that you first caught L's attention. You worked closely with Naomi and managed to uncover several crucial details that significantly advanced the case. L remained hidden behind screens and aliases, he was immediately intrigued by the reports surrounding you. So heasked Watari to gather everything available on you.
It was your way of deduction at first that interested him. Then your methods and your sympathy. Because unlike many detectives, you didn’t only rely on logic but you understood people deep to the core.
You could empathize with victims, even predict emotional responses and others that may have flown under his radar. Your determination to stop Beyond Birthday's from burning himself and seek justice for the innocent lives lost left a lasting impression on him.
To L, you seemed like the living embodiment of justice that he talks about, knowing well he is far from it.
You also carried yourself with a “gentle but stern” presence and for perhaps the first time in years, L found himself wanting to meet someone face-to-face. So he extended an invitation under the excuse of “giving my thanks and talking about your potential”
When you finally stepped into his office and offered a handshake. The moment his fingers touched yours, something strange happened. He didn’t want to let go.
So you awkwardly withdrew your hand yourself after the handshake stretched just a little too long. The meeting continued as normal. He praised your efforts, discussed your future, and eventually offered you a position working directly beside him.
Meeting him felt like a dream, but working alongside the world's greatest detective? Made you reach cloud 9! It’s like as though all your efforts had finally been recognized and the path for justice is clear.
Even after you left, L replayed the security footage repeatedly. In all 7 camera angle and listened to your voice with flip phone which he had on and his it under the desk.
[Name] Yagami, the brilliant firstborn of the Yagami family now became the world’s greatest detective’s partner.
The first few months were predictably rocky and L expected you to keep your distance from him, he even had calculated a 45% chance that you would eventually reduce your relationship to strictly professional interactions but you immediately shattered that prediction under your boot. For one morning, you arrived with homemade sweets.
This was the first time you had a real conversation with L besides detective related things. So there you were sitting across from him in his usual crouched position, L listened as you fondly spoke about your family. About your genius younger brother whom you used to tease would soon be entering university. Or how excited your sweet younger sister acts the moment she hears the ovens’ “ding”.
L already knew what your family’s blood type, favourite food, show, and ect. Thanks Watari for those files and yet.. heading those details directly from your mouth felt infinitely more valuable than anything he read about it.
And here comes the subtle thing you do that makes him go haywire.
One time you gently wipe a crumb from the corner of his mouth and said the following.
"A great detective should pay a little more attention to his appearance." Laughing slowly as you finally finished wiping it all.
"Though I guess it doesn't matter. You look pretty cute, L. <3”
For several seconds, he couldn't process a single coherent thought it’s like the sugar meant for his brain suddenly seemed to be affecting his heart instead.
When cases dragged on for days and L refused to leave his desk, you would bring freshly ironed clothes for him, or when he finally sleeps you’d be beside him learning against the wall as you wrapped him with your trench coat.
When he needed to attend formal meetings, you'd stand in front of him and fix his crooked tie with practiced fingers.
And if L a mange to bed with you, it was no suprise that you were on top of him. You were extremely soft with him knowing it was his first time. You’d let L lick your nipples as you slowly take off his pants and once’s that’s over your start stroking his dick which made L moan and grab your shoulder blades with such strength.
You’d be so gentle with L as you ride him at first, but L’s soft whimpers and with all logic out of his mind tells you to go faster you couldn’t deny him. Now he’s here mindlessly blabbing as his nails dig deep at your back.
He’s mumbling things like “I-I’m only for you. O-only for YOu” or “No-no one can make me feel this way. I love you, I love you, love you so so muCH.” As he ejeculates inside of you he’d let out the pretties tears you’d ever seen. Mix with drool coming down his mouth and his frail like back arching makes you want to pound him more and more!!
So when Light and the Kira case comes into play this is where it’s interesting.
That’s your brother! How dare L accuse him of being Kira! This leads to a private argument between the two of you and it causes a strain at your relationship.
But you now only tolerate him for the sake of the investigation and you don’t know how you’re driving L insane with your attitude.
This trifle would also make ALOT of hate-sex.
L face down, ass up, as he takes your strap like a pro. You’re using him like your own personal fleshlight the way you carry him up and down from your strap. You’d be hearing so many moans and whines from him as you manhandle him after weeks of only being cold to him.
He’d scratch your back and snuggle his head at your neck making a hickey and you only caring to pound his cum filled man pussy to release your anger after he again accuses Light of being Kira.
He squeal whenever you hit his g-spot as you keep on yelling at him, your strap all the way in and immediately coming back out feels like he’s being stuffed. The filthy sound it makes whenever you re-enter him and his walls greedily sucks you in.
He would bring your face near his collar bones and urging you to bite. And when you finally give him a hicky it feels like you finally branded him as yours. Those days of him only touching himself to your voice are now only a memory he’s now here being pounded and having his nipples abused by you.
The next day was awkward because the entire task force can see the blush on your face as you wear a turtle neck, and how L winces whenever he sits. If he ever leaned down you can see so many marks, a sign of yesterday’s night of hate and obsession intertwine. Because of [Name] Yagami.
—
Light is looking at L with full grimace on his face. As L is smirking like the piece of shit he is.
Internal monologue:
“I got fucked by your sister Light. Literally. So don’t be suprised when you suddenly become an uncle.”
“Damn you L!”
—
I hope you liked this anon!! If you want more/want to dive deeper with Older sister Yagami! Darling I would love too write it!!!
you’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and being lulled to sleep by the rhythmic clacking of L’s keyboard.
“you know what i wish?” you muse, watching the light coming off his computer brighten and darken as he flicks between screens.
“wishing is of little consequence,” he replies, almost automatically. “it won’t change the reality we live in.”
you ignore him. “ryuzaki, you want to know what i wish?”
he sighs, knowing you’ll persist anyway. “what do you wish, my love?”
“i wish that we were in a romance manga,” you tell him, clutching a pillow to your chest and letting your head hang off the side of the bed. “and you’d be just a detective and i’d be just me.”
he’s silent for a moment, taking in your words before he responds. “but i am a detective and you are you. where would this divulge from reality?”
“no one would die, because it’s a romance manga and it’s not that kind of story,” you say with a sigh. “the biggest mystery you’d be solving was how to ask me out and the only crime committed was how you’d stolen my heart—” he almost laughs at that part, “—and we could have a beach episode and montages of cute dates and a christmas special and—” you prattle on, excited merely over the prospect as you list off other fantasies.
ryuzaki listens as he works, used to this dreamy behavior from you (especially when you’re half asleep like this). your ramblings amuse him.
“i could take you to the beach,” he muses, eyes wandering in thought.
“hm?”
“watari owns several private islands,” he says, wheeling around in his chair to face you. “they’re used for different purposes, mostly as safe houses for emergencies. but i’m sure he wouldn’t mind us staying there on a long weekend.”
“are you being serious, ryuzaki?” you ask after a moment, clutching the edge of the mattress to keep yourself upright. your eyes are big and curious and hold a little ember of hope and giddiness.
“when am i not serious?” he mumbles in reply, clacking away on his keyboard but unable to hide a small smile.
you clap in delight, letting out a happy squeal. “oh my god! a private island retreat!”
“it’s nothing fancy,” he insists, turning back to his work, “so don’t go thinking this is some grand occasion.”
“ryuzaki, what about a private island isn’t fancy?!” you reply, clambering off the bed in a hurry. you whirl about the room, darting between the closet and nightstand and dresser. “i have to pack all my swimsuits and summer clothes and oh, my sandals! and my hats and sunglasses!”
“i didn’t say we were going now,” he chides, casting you an incredulous glance as he watches you flit about the room. your manic energy is endearing, if somewhat exasperating.
you straighten from where you’d been bent over the drawers, grinning and sweeping your hair from your eyes. “ah, you said a long weekend. there’s a holiday next week! if we leave in the next couple days, we can beat most of the travel congestion for the break.”
a small smile manages to overtake him at your spindle of logic. “so you’ve got it all worked out then?”
if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was teasing you
“yes,” you reply indignantly, “now get watari on the phone and tell him i said ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’.”
he huffs with a soft laugh, shaking his head. you aren’t demanding of much, but once you have your sights set on something there’s no stopping you. “very well, my love. i’ll call watari, but that ‘cherry on top’ you mentioned will be for me, accompanied by a significant amount of cake.”
“deal,” you grin, shooing at him to make the call.
Hii have another request to ask if that’s okay but here it is
L Lawliet x fem reader
Fic Request: surprised breakfast (waffles specifically) in bed with L but he eats her out with whipped cream. You can add any other stuff you want just have fun with the request hehe
Hope you have a great day!
A Sweet Indulgence || L Lawliet x fem!reader
A/n : Okay so it's been a while ahah but I'm back to writing fics in class lmao. Hope y'all will like it 😙🫰✨💚
Warnings : food play ( only whipped cream ), oral fem!receiver, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it
Summary : This morning, L is up for a different kind of breakfast *wink wink*
Masterlist ⚜
I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it
Word count : 1600
A sweet, caramelized and buttery aroma wafted around you in the kitchen as you transferred a freshly baked waffle onto a plate with a flick of your wrist. They looked absolutely perfect, they were puffed just right and golden-brown, a visual testament of their rich, mouth watering and toasty fragrance. You rummaged through the cabinet over your stove looking for some honey that you knew would complement just well their vanilla, nutty flavor. You hummed to yourself as you grabbed some strawberries, to add a tangy twist to the whole silky, well-rounded flavor. You cut them meticulously to make the whole dish look fine and presentable to your boyfriend, knowing how much he liked when things were in order.
You placed the neatly arranged plate on a tray, adding right next to it a glass filled with freshly squeezed orange juice. That is when you remembered you forgot to add the whipped cream you bought the day before. Deciding against spraying a swirl of whipped cream on the warm waffles, knowing how it would melt and deflate in no time. You wanted him to have the best breakfast ever, and that is why as you took the tray in one hand, you grabbed with your other the siphon of whipped cream and held it under your arm before making your way to your shared bedroom, where you knew he was still snoring in the sheets. I mean, he needed his rest after the eventful night you both had yesterday.
By the time you arrived there you noticed a little ray of light peeking through under the door. You frowned because you thought he was still resting, you had told him too knowing how overworked he daily was. When you opened the door you saw him scrolling on his phone, and you sure as hell would have put your hands on your hips before scolding him - kindly - if you weren’t carrying the tray. For now he would just have to deal with your scolding look.
“L what did I tell you about working in bed right after you woke up, mmh ? Give yourself some time to rest”, you sighed as you set the thoroughly prepared tray on his bedside table.
His head snapped towards you, not because you spoke - sorry - but because of the divine smell emanating from the delicious-looking food you just made.
“I was not working,” he answered matter-of-factly as if he was right “just looking at some reports that were sent to me overnight-”
“That’s working L,” this time you put your hands on your hips.
“It’s not working when I don’t have my computer,” he yawned, sitting up in the bed, the sheets sliding off his bare chest, unveiling some hickeys you left on his collarbone. His eyes already staring at the plate as would a cat before pouncing on it.
You sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed, and hugging his middle “You lucky I love you.”
He smiled at your words and kissed the top of your head, his gaze dipping in yours an instant as if to reassure you that he meant the very same, even though he didn’t put it into words quite often. And then his gaze drifted back to the food.
“I presume you made this for me,” he simply said, but you could see how his eyes lit up. To which you nodded, motioning for him towards the plate, silently meaning “Go on dig in.”
When you stood up and grabbed the siphon, he looked expectantly at you, his tongue wetting his lips as if he could already taste it all. Though you could only squirt a small amount of cream on his breakfast before he stopped you.
“Hold on a second,” he halted you, before extending his open hand flat to you.
You blinked slowly, wondering for a second what kind of twisted idea had sprouted in his mind, but eventually handed him the siphon. And as soon as he got a hold of it he got up and swiftly pinned you down on the bed and the warm sheets he just got up from.
“L what are you-”
“Shhh”
“The food is going to be cold-” you warned him as he pushed your knees apart with one hand while the other reached the press button squirting a little swirl of whipped cream in his mouth. He hummed as the sweetness of the cream hit his taste buds.
“Tsst tsst, do not worry about that. You trust me right ?” he purred as he licked his lips, the sweet taste making his mouth water… or was it the thoughts he was having.
You nodded leaving him to get on with what he had in mind. But you didn’t expect for him to hook his index finger under the edge of your panties and in a gentle, oh so teasing way pull them down. You shivered as the chilly air of the room hit your warm core, thoughts were running wild in your head as you watched him inch closer and closer to you, his gaze already lost in your glistening folds.
You were about to ask him why he was smirking at you like that and most importantly why he kept holding onto the siphon, but your train of thoughts stopped when he shook it a little and sprayed a swirl of it right on your clit. Your thighs almost immediately close if it weren’t for his hand keeping them open. The emulsion was pleasantly cold, and soft against your heated skin. He didn’t let you one more second to feel all of its fluffiness, and dived right in. And this time he couldn't help the way your legs closed around his hair, thighs tickled by his downy hair.
You took a sharp intake of breath as his tongue lavished at your clit, each time seemingly with more hunger. It was all clean from the whipped cream now, but he didn’t stop there, he continued again and again sucking at it, as if trying to get every last molecule of it.
“L what- fuck,” you moaned “What are y-you doing ?” your legs squeezed harder around his head, your body instinctively pressing him closer.
He didn’t answer though, too busy slurping the juices, your juices that have started steadily leaking from your fluttering hole.
He only pulled back a second to squirt more of that sweet cream, on your clit but this time also around it all on your lips. He seemed pleased with his work as he set the siphon down at the foot of the bed, right next to him, and now using both his free hands to grip your thighs and pull you full against his face.
He admired his work an instant before saying “What a delightful breakfast you brought me. That is very very thoughtful of you my love,” he purred, each time he said “very” he had licked your twitching clit.
“Oh fuck”, you threw you head back submerged by the pleasure he was bringing you, each flick of his tongue felt divine thanks to the lubricant-quality of the whipped cream.
“Mmmh so good,” he groaned against your soaked core, his face now a complete mess between the rest of the cream and your juice trickling down his chin.
“Mpfhh,” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair before adding “P-please don’t stop !”
He chuckled against your cunt before pulling away, with a smirk plastered on his face “Oh dear, do you not think it would be very foolish of me to part from such a sweet banquet, do you ?” and with that he dived right back in, drawing more and more desperate moans out of you.
Soon enough you ended up coming all over his tongue, and he couldn't be happier about it. He continued lapping at your cunt some more, you know, just to make sure he got everything he could. Then he pulled away, whipped his chin with the back of his hand, and went after the glistening essence that was there too.
“Mmmh,” he hummed. “Now that was divine my dear. Very feeling even,” he smirked, one of those rare smirk he flashed when he knew he got you utterly and thoroughly satisfied. He knew he had done a good job.
Meanwhile you stayed there on the bed, catching your breath all the while following his figure in the room. He was - finally - digging in the breakfast you had prepared earlier. A gentle smile appeared on your face as you watched his eyes lighting up at each bite.
Well until… “Those could have been a little warmer,” he said, popping another piece of waffle in his mouth.
You knew he was just poking fun at you but you couldn't help but bite back “Ah ? And whose fault is that ?” you propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look at his face.
“Yours. Entirely,” he answered frankly, “For looking appealingly appetizing first thing in the morning.”
You blushed at the compliment, “Well next time I advise you to eat it up on time,” you teased, reaching for his arms, your fingers trailing up and down his pale skin.
“Well,” he started, pausing to eat a strawberry, “and next time I advise you to also bring chocolate sauce to accompany the whipped cream. I think it would perfectly match your own sweet taste.”
The rawness of his words made you choke on your spit, while he only chuckled and kept eating his breakfast. If I may say you should get up quickly if you want any left for you.
~~
Please don't forget to comment if you liked it. I'd love to hear about your thoughts. It helps me improve and it's funny to have your feelings about it 😙✨💚🌈
ft. Ryuzaki x reader, a small hint of Light x reader & misa.
warnings: angst, fluff, distant ryuzaki, comfort, fem!reader, a lot of mischaracterization, light trying to comfort reader, inspired by flatline -justin Bieber, this is my first fic so it actually might suck.
Before this “kira” guy showed up, you and Ryuzaki had been doing perfectly fine. I mean, you guys didn’t go on dates or anything; that was never really your thing. You’d always be near each other, even if it was silent or if you just had a discussion (which you would call an argument, but Ryuzaki would call it a debate), you’d still be near each other–it was as if you were each other's peace without knowing it. I mean, yeah, you kinda were before he had to take on this serious case.
Ryuzaki had to take on this weird case about a guy named “Kira”. The public happened to give this guy this name because of how the number of criminal deaths increased rapidly. Some people believed that he was some sort of God, but you didn’t. I mean, what sense did that make?
You never questioned Ryuzaki about it until Kira became partially popular on the internet, I mean, a lot of people were talking about him. Some questioned if he was a God since they didn’t know how exactly he killed his victims, some said he was probably some psycho that just happens to know how to cause heart attacks at a certain time. That didn’t make much sense either, so it was really confusing for you.
Ryuzaki was lying down on his couch; he finally had the slightest time to relax. Which you doubt that he was doing, he was most likely thinking of every possible solution for the Kira case. You unlocked his front door with the spare key he had given you. He was used to you showing up unannounced.
“Hii, Ryuzaki, how was work?” you said as you lay on him.
“Mm, difficult.”
You raised a brow. Since when was work ever difficult for Ryuzaki? I mean, sure, it would be tiring, but difficult was a stretch. “Why was it difficult?”
“Kira.. He’s a smart guy, indeed, but it's odd how his killing works." Ryuzaki mumbled as he shifted a bit, his legs tangling with yours. Ryuzaki never wore socks, and you just so happen to have on shorts. So, now his cold feet were touching your bare leg.
You flinched at the feeling; you never grew used to it. Every time he’d do it, you flinched a bit.
“Ryuzaki! Watch where you’re putting your cold feet.”
His feet were now tickling your leg; he always did that.
“Mm, you’ll get used to it.” He whispered against your hair. “I really want some cake right about now.”
A scoff left your lips; he always wanted cake, and lucky you, you stopped by the convenience store on the way here. You lifted the bag up so that he could see it. A small smile appeared on his face as his eyes grew a bit.
His hand reached for the bag as he pulled out the strawberry shortcake. He loved sweets, and you knew that better than anyone. He sat up with you still on his chest, one of his lanky arms wrapped around your waist as the other took the top off the cake.
It had been months since that moment; you were barely talking, I mean, you barely even saw him anymore. He’s been staying at someplace with this guy named “Light Yagami. I mean, who even is that guy? And why was your boyfriend staying with him? This case couldn’t have been that serious that he needed to stay with someone else.
As you tossed & turned in your bed, you couldn’t get Ryuzaki off your mind. You missed him too much, yeah, you were still mad at him for being distant, but you just needed to hear him or see him. So you called.
The phone rang for a couple of seconds, and then he answered. After all this time, you can finally talk to him, hear his voice, his breath, the laziness in his voice. You missed it all so much.
“Ryu?’ you said softly, breaking the silence that was there.
“Hmm?’
“How are you? I miss you so much, I haven’t seen you in forever & I can’t even remember the last conversation we had.” You were rambling again, as you always did with him, but this time it felt different; it felt kind of awkward.
“I’m fine..” His voice was coaxed in sleepiness, you could tell, but something threw you off.. He didn’t say “I miss you too. He always said it, so why wouldn’t he say it now?
“That’s good, I just haven’t heard from you in a while, because lately you’ve been busy.” You understood his work better than anyone, but you didn’t understand it enough to know why he has been so distant. Sometimes you even wonder if he still loves you.
“Is that all you wanted, Y/N?”
There was silence for a minute. What did he mean by “Is that all you wanted?” That was the first time you ever heard him sound so bored with you. As if he didn’t even want to talk to you.
Tears started to form; you couldn’t even stop it, but that didn’t matter. He couldn’t even see you.
“Ryu, do you even miss me?” You paused for a minute before continuing, “How come you act so different? Talk to me, I'll listen.”
Ryuzaki sighed, “Nothing, Y/N, just go to sleep.” He said as he hung up.
You were with L in the couch of your house and you feeding him chocolate cacke and strawberries in his mouth. L seems very happy that you feed him he loves you doing cute things to him.
You said to him staring at his big pretty eyes "I love you Lawliet". L smiles and stares at your eyes with love. You start kissing his lips even though he has some chocolate in them and he grabs you gently and starts kissing you passionately.
"I love you too princess" he said the moment he allows you to breath.
You don't hesitate you start kissing his cheeks and his neck softly. You truly love him you are so passionate with him. He hugs you and cuddles with you. He let's you put your head in his shoulder and he starts telling you funny stories to make you laugh.
"You know iam thinking maybe i should work less and spent more time with you, i think iam going to do it." He says.
"I want you to do what makes you happy above all my love" you reply
"You make me happy, only you" he said to you and started kissing you softly in your cheeks and then your lips."
After some kisses you both are very tired and decided to sleep cuddling.
