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L had found himself daydreaming, his mind wandering to depths he only ever explored in the comfort of his own bedroom, and with you.
As he looked around the task force briefly, his eyes landing on you, his only source of comfort, his thoughts raced. It was obvious that he liked you, and you liked him, but you never explored further than the late nights with the world's best detective, as he was concerned for your safety; if you were to get involved with Kira, you'd easily be used against him...
However, as his mind wandered to the thoughts of you underneath him, or on your knees in front of him, his cock throbbed a little and he nearly whimpered. He adjusted in his seat and mumbled,
"(Y/N), would you mind coming with me?" He asked under his breath. You nod, and he passed you an already-written note:
Bedroom. Five minutes.
You read it, and quickly disposed of it as L stood up and left the room. You follow after waiting the five agonizing minutes. As you walk up the stairs, down the hall, you thought of how tonight would go, which position he would have you in, how much time it would take to satisfy the both of you. With L, he wasn't a selfish lover. No, he cared if you got there, too. In fact, he made it a priority to make you cum first most of the time, if he wasn't already too desperate for your touch.
You knock on his door, and heard the quiet, "come in" from his soothing voice. You gulp, and step into the room, closing and locking the door.
Instantly, L's lips found yours as his hands snaked up to your jaw and neck, cupping your face as he gave you a soft kiss which quickly turned heavy as you kissed him back. He moaned softly as your own arms wrap around his body, bringing L in as your leg is lifted up onto his hip. You could feel his sizeable cock underneath his jeans, concealed by two layers of clothes too many. You, yourself, were wearing a skirt and dress shirt, and his slender fingers were now playing with the buttons on your top.
You part from the heavy kiss to help his shaky hands undo the buttons, and you slide the shirt off your shoulders and undo your bra while L took the consideration to put your shirt on the couch nearby. He did the same with your bra, then immediately attacked your neck with his mouth, kissing, sucking, biting, leaving any and all marks on you, desperate for you to feel what he was feeling.
L's right hand traveled down, and his left played with your breasts, teasing your nipple while your breath becomes labored with desire for him, only him. His right hand, though cold in his extremities, felt good against your mound. He used his middle finger to trace the outside of your skirt, and he started to circle your clit while still sucking on your neck. All of his touches were overwhelmingly good, as you and him had time to practice and talk to each other in the past on what felt good and what didn't, and L followed your instructions to a T.
For example, when you told him to insert two of his digits, while using his thumb to press and play against your clit, he followed. And he was able to curl his fingers and start fingering you slowly, increasing his pace when he knew you would like it, and he watched every reaction you made. From the sounds you made, to how your hips rolled against his hand, he loved it all. He relished in the fact that only you could receive his love like this, and him to you. Exclusive, you both had agreed. Only to each other.
"E... enough... your turn," you stutter out, wanting L to feel good, too.
"You haven't released yet. You'll be frustrated if I stop now," L replied, though he had already stopped when you had told him "enough".
"I'm fine... please. I want you to fuck my throat, Ryuzaki," your words were just right, as you saw in the moonlight peaking through the curtains that his cheeks were painted a light pink.
He withdrew his fingers and you immediately fell to your knees, undoing his jeans with ease and pulling his boxers down slightly to free him from the confinements that were his clothes. Instantly, your mouth watered, your pussy throbbed, with the thought of him using you, abusing your throat just for his pleasure. His cock was sizeable, you were always worried it wouldn't fit in your mouth, and usually, it couldn't; not unless he forced you to take all of his length, but those sessions were rough, animalistic. This one, like every other session, was keeping you guessing. No two nights with L were ever the same...
As you put your hand on his length and licked the tip, L hissed through his teeth. He was so sensitive, so needy, his moans couldn't be stifled. L whimpered, which you loved to hear, and he said,
"Don't. Take it all, baby, come on," God, you could cum just from his needy yet authoritative voice alone. You open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and relax your throat while L pushed his hips closer into your mouth. He didn't bottom out, but damn, did it feel good to have both your hand and mouth working his length.
You look up at him. His head was almost tossing back but he kept eye contact with you as he brushed your messy hair out of your eyes. You were so beautiful, even like this. Even like the desperate slut you were in moments like these.
"Fuck..." L whispered, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed. He was trying to keep in control, but your hands found his in your hair and you held them. You were telling him that it was okay to lose control, and he got the message. He started moving his hips a little more erratically, but still not enough to hurt or gag you.
You held his wrists and let him do what he wanted, but he didn't let himself cum, though he desperately needed the release you were enticing him with.
He pulled out of your mouth and stood you up, then turned you around to press you against the door. He lowered your skirt and felt you again, admiring how wet you had become. Still, he used his spit to lubricate his cock before pushing the tip in, instantly creating a melody of moans from the both of you. He turned your head towards him and he kissed you as he thrusted into you, finally able to bottom out inside you, though it kind of felt strange every time.
Your thoughts were quickly pushed off as he started thrusting harder, his left arm holding yours back while his right arm held your hip in place. L was moaning in your ear as he moved, wanting more, craving more, of you. His deep voice wavered as he heard your own moans bounce off the walls. L moved the hand from your hip onto your mouth, whispering as he kissed your cheek, "sh.. shh.... quiet. Can't let anyone... hear how beautiful.. you s..sound."
L kept going, cussing and groaning while he felt your tight walls grip around him. As he moved, you felt his cock brush against your special spot inside, and your eyes roll back while his thrusts were relentless.
You mumble incoherently against his hand while he hit your spot time and time again, getting you both closer to your releases and your moans become louder. It was music to his ears.
"I'm close... I'm close, love," L warned. You simply nod, and he moved his hand,
"I am, too. Please..." you beg him. He got the hint and kept going, until he felt the familiar warmth below his navel, and he pulled out just in time, cumming on your ass cheeks while reaching around and rubbing your clit to get you there too, and you release onto his hand.
You pant, as does he, and you're turned around and given a kiss by L. He grinned, and you question after you both part from it,
"What?"
"Thank you for helping me..."
"Oh. Y..yeah. No problem."