synopsis: jerking off L like one of those amateur japanese porn vids
pairing: l lawliet x reader >> word count: 1.1k
tags/warnings: L appreciation, established relationship, sweet/pillow talk, not really strong dom/sub dynamics but reader is more in charge, foreskin mentioned, L once again has bush, nipple play, gooch referred to as “taint,” whimpering, mention of L feet (toes curling in detail), cum eating, L being L
a/n: WHAAAAAA.....we hella freaked out over here
L Lawliet, your sweet, so very gentle boyfriend who places so much trust in you despite everything. His devotion isn’t lost on you. In fact, it rings strong in your head every time you lay your eyes on him. How his eyes soften when you bring him cake, still characteristically wide in the way they always are but unmistakably fond as he looks up at you standing beside his office chair. How he hums in satisfaction when you kiss the top of his head before scrambling off back to your shared bedroom, leaving him to finish his work. Oh how he truly does appreciate the way you understand.
You just get it. You’re so in tune to his needs. L used to care little about solitude, now he takes precious seconds out of his day to think if he should work at his desk or in bed with you.
And there’s never a consequence to his decision. You just get it. He doesn’t have to justify or defend himself, you’re with him no matter what, and for that, he is grateful to an extent that is beyond describing.
L works hard. He works so hard it stresses you out more than sometimes but you know that he knows his limits. So you keep yourself available, as much as you can while being his partner, as the man is incredibly adamant on you maintaining your own life and hobbies. What he seems to have trouble understanding is that you enjoy it.
You enjoy being the arms that catch him when he’s too tired to use his crazy smart brain anymore. When the inevitable exhaustion from being only human hits him and he’s padding off to find you in bed. And even though he struggles to understand it, he lets it happen, for he, just as much as you, enjoys it too.
He lets himself go dumb with you. His weight presses down against your chest while his back slumps and your arms are wrapped around his torso, your head tucked beneath one of his. L bites his lip at your touch, his head tilted back and his eyes shut in bliss while you talk him through it. Through your soft grip around his hard cock, working it up more and more by the second. Each stroke makes your thumb brush the underside of his dick, against his sensitive frenulum revealed by the way you’ve got his foreskin pulled back, exposing his glans coated with sticky pre to the cool air.
“Mhm…’feeling good, my love?” “Y’deserve it…’work so hard all day..” you coo, lips pressing soft kisses against his ribs.
He makes an oh-so-kind effort to always respond to you, whimpering back.
“Nnghh..y-yeah..thank you, honey..” he pants, asking for you to speed up.
“‘Kay, baby.” You hum, tightening your grip as your hand moves you pump him faster, eliciting a breathy moan out of him.
The vulgar sound of slick is music to your ears as you play with him, rubbing your palm over his tip to let him buck up against it, dragging your hand back to wrap around him.
“L, you’ve got such a pretty dick…” you coo, swiping your thumb over the head.
“Mhm..I love it.” “S’so heavy in my hands…could just start drooling now looking at it.”
“You’re…You’re very vulgar, darling.” He moans, eyebrows furrowing.
You think he does it on purpose, calling you out on your lewd word choice or vulgarity like he’s checkmating you when you know him well enough to see that it gets him off too. It’s like his form of dirty talk. The casualness of it all gets him off, calling you out like he’s not reciprocating one bit.
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Do you not like it?” You ask, a glint in your eyes as you let your hand slip down to the space below his full balls, grinning as he lets out a pathetic moan at the circles you rub against his taint.
“Ohhh…L,” “Doesn’t it feel good to be vulgar?”
“Mmfgh…gah! Yes! Oh, yes it does!”
L’s moans only heighten when he feels your tongue flicking around his perky nipple, hundreds of nerve endings being stimulated by the way the ridges of your tongue ghost over them, wet and sloppy.
It’s not long before those moans turn into whines, whimpers and pleas for nothing in particular as his once sharp mind becomes only full of only you, and he’s pulled and stroked and tugged into the pits of pleasure.
When he cums it shoots out like a fountain; milky, white, goopy ribbons that land with a soft splat on his tensed lower abdomen as he mutters out curses.
“Nghhh..gahh…fuck, that’s—that’s good.” “Shit! S-sensitive!” He groans at the way your hand doesn’t release him.
Your grip remains strong around his cock, beginning to overstim him on purpose as his hips threaten to thrash and you press him down still by looping a leg to rest above his.
“I know…I know, baby. You need this…” you coo sweetly, free hand fondling his balls. “You got more in here for me, yeah?” “Please, L I want it…!”
“A-anything for you, my love…fuck!” L cries out before it happens again.
A glimpse up at his face lets you see how the pleasure overtakes him. His eyebrows are furrowed and his nose is scrunched, mouth baring his teeth as he hisses and whimpers out whines only meant for your ears.
L’s toes flex along with his slender feet before curling in. His heels dig into the comforter, as he tries to get a bearing on himself to no avail while you ring his cock dry of cum, tugging up from base to tip like your wringing out a wet rag.
God, he supposes he’s somewhat similar to a mere wet rag when he’s like this with you.
“You came a lot.” You mumble, voice lacking the previous salaciousness of before.
L can almost pick up on a sort of wonder in your tone as you spread your fingers before him, eyes locking on the way his cum connects your nimble digits in sticky strings.
“Sorry, darling.” He responds, grabbing at your wrist. His thumb goes to stroke a gentle back and forth around your pulse point before meeting your gaze. “Must’ve been…pent up.” “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He laughs at the fact, smiling fondly at you.
“Yeah, but…it’s alright.” You whisper, eyes on him as you bring your hand up to lick it clean.
He blinks down at you like he’s trying to figure out something.
“Is that stuff really that good?”
