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sweets — l lawliet

summary — L has a suspicion you'll take just as sweet as his favorite treats

warning — nsfw!, kissing, moaning, L eating you out, orgasm, relationship is not specified, afab reader, all characters are of age!

the flickering glow of the computer screens fills the dimly lit hotel room as L hunches over his desk, surrounded by plates that were once full of sugary treats. the kira case has consumed his every waking hour, and sugar has become his lifeline—the fuel that keeps his mind sharp and body awake. he absentmindedly reaches for another bite of cake, barely registering the taste as he stares at the lines of data scrolling across the screen.

you sit on the couch across the room, watching him with quiet curiosity. over the last few weeks, you’ve grown accustomed to his strange habits—the way he perches in his chair, the constant snacking, the way his mind never seems to stop moving. but it’s more than just fascination. your relationship with l has shifted recently, becoming something more. the lingering touches, the stolen glances, and the unspoken tension between you two are undeniable.

L is brilliant, meticulous, and utterly unique. but beneath the layers of his genius, there’s something soft and vulnerable. you see it in the way his dark eyes linger on you when he thinks you aren’t paying attention, and in the way his fingers graze yours for just a moment longer than necessary.

tonight feels different, though. there’s an electricity in the air, a tension that buzzes between you both, as if something unspoken hangs in the balance. you shift slightly, catching L’s attention as his dark eyes flick over to you. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the intensity of his gaze, and it makes your heart race.

he sets down his fork and makes his way over to you. his eyes are dark, piercing as they settle on you, studying your face with an intensity that makes you feel bare.

"you’ve been staring quite a bit recently" he says, his voice as quiet and deliberate as ever.

you blush, unable to stop the way your pulse quickens at his observation. "i could say the same about you”. he tilts his head slightly, considering your words, before he moves to sit beside you on the couch. the proximity is enough to make your skin tingle. 

his eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment before meeting your gaze again. there’s a depth of thought behind those dark eyes. he leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours. the kiss is tentative at first, but it doesn’t take long for it to deepen. 

your relationship with L is still in its early stages. nothing’s official, but the pull between you both is unmistakable. the moments you’ve shared—stolen glances, lingering touches, and quiet conversations late into the night—have built something powerful. and though this isn’t your first kiss, every time l touches you, it feels like the first, as if he’s carefully discovering you all over again.

L treats every kiss as if it's a puzzle to be solved, as if there's a secret to be unlocked. his movements are always deliberate, his touches soft but calculated. tonight is no different.

his hand moves to cup your cheek, fingers cool against your flushed skin, and you can taste the lingering sweetness of the cake he’d been eating just moments before. the kiss is slow, deliberate, and like everything L does—calculated.

when he finally pulls back, his eyes search yours, darker now, more intense. he analyzes every inch of you, reading the subtle changes in your expression. his gaze lingers, thoughtful, calculating in that way only l can be, like he's weighing something important in his mind.

"you taste sweet" he murmurs, almost as if he’s confirming something he had suspected. his thumb brushes over your lower lip as his eyes flicker with something new, something more primal than the focused, analytical detective you’re used to seeing.

you’re breathless, your heart racing as you lean into his touch, the tension between you crackling like static. "is that why you kissed me?" you tease lightly, trying to break the intensity of the moment.

a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "partially” he admits, his voice lower now, more intimate. his hand trails down from your cheek to your neck, his fingers ghosting over your skin with a featherlight touch that makes your breath hitch. "i have… a bit of a sweet tooth" he murmurs, leaning in closer again. "it’s a habit i can’t quite break”.

before you can respond, his lips are on yours again, this time more insistent, more demanding. the kiss deepens, and you feel yourself melting into him, your body responding to his touch as the world around you blurs. his hand slides down to your back, leaning into you until you’re pressed against the couch, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. he kisses you harder, his breath growing more ragged with each passing second. there’s a hunger in the way he moves, a need that mirrors your own.

in this moment, it’s clear that this is more than just curiosity or desire—it’s a craving, a need, one that has been building between you both for far longer than either of you had realized. and now, with nothing standing in the way, the only question is how far you’re both willing to go.

you part your lips, inviting him further, and he responds immediately, his tongue teasing yours in deliberate strokes. he kisses you like he’s savoring the moment, like every second is part of some grand equation in his mind. 

when he finally pulls back, you’re both breathing heavier, and his eyes search yours. there’s a question there, unspoken, but clear.

"what is it?" you whisper, your heart racing. 

his thumb gently traces your bottom lip, his expression thoughtful yet tinged with something darker, more intense. “i wonder...” he murmurs, almost to himself. "if you taste as sweet as you look”. 

your breath catches at his words, and you feel a flush spread across your cheeks. you’ve seen the way L devours sweets—cakes, candies, anything sugary to fuel his endless work. it’s a craving, an addiction even, driven by more than just a sweet tooth. you noticed how he seemed to indulge in desserts with an almost obsessive enjoyment, a way to keep himself sharp, to stay focused.

but now, he’s looking at you with that same hunger.

you swallow hard, your pulse quickening at the intensity of his gaze. “what do you mean?” you ask softly, though you already know.

L’s lips curve into a faint smile, his hand sliding up your side until his fingers rest against your neck, just below your ear. he leans in again, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers, "you always look so sweet... i can’t help but wonder how you’d taste". his voice is low, dripping with a curiosity that sends a thrill through you.

before you can respond, his lips are on your neck, pressing softly at first, then with more intent. you gasp, tilting your head to give him more access as his kisses trail down, slow and deliberate. his tongue flicks out, tasting your skin, and you shiver, your hands instinctively clutching at his shirt.

he’s careful, taking his time as he travels across your skin, savoring each touch of his lips to you, as if memorizing the way you respond. he slowly pulls down your pants, leaving you in your underwear as he kisses you over the fabric. this is way further than you’ve gone before. his urgency is making you crave him more than you ever have. 

your chest rises and falls with your quickened breaths, anticipation swirling inside you. “L...”

his fingers ghost over the waistband of your underwear. you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the air between you thick with tension and unspoken need. his lips curving into that smile you’ve come to adore. slowly, deliberately, he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, making your muscles tense. his lips trail upward, moving with agonizing slowness, his touch featherlight against the sensitive skin.

your hips shift unconsciously, and L pauses, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, studying you, gauging your reactions. “you’re sensitive here” he observes softly. 

you bite your lip, unable to form a proper sentence as his fingers hook around the fabric of your underwear, bringing it down your legs. the cool air against your skin makes you gasp, and you can feel his gaze linger on you, as if committing the moment to memory.

L’s lips return to your skin, brushing softly over your mound before trailing lower, his breath warm against you.  slowly, he takes his tongue and traces up your slit. the sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and you gasp softly.

he takes his time, moving with precision, kissing and licking every inch of you. his actions are fast enough to stimulate you, yet slow enough to leave you wanting more. each kiss, each touch from him feels deliberate, as if he’s savoring every second of this new territory. 

your body reacts to him, arching slightly as he explores, making it impossible for you to stay still. every soft lick, every brush of his lips against you drives you deeper into a haze of pleasure. you’re caught between the need for more and the desire to let him continue at his agonizingly perfect pace.

his actions feel like a slow burn, the tension building with each minute. L’s focus is unwavering, his dark eyes occasionally flicking up to watch your reactions, his own pleasure seemingly drawn from the way your body responds to his touch.

L hums in content, pulling back slightly as his eyes meet yours, filled with a hunger that both excites and unnerves you. “you’re even sweeter than i thought” he says. his words send a shiver down your spine. it’s as if he’s confirming a theory, your body the subject of his thorough investigation. there’s something so intoxicating about the way L studies you, as if you’re a puzzle he’s determined to solve, but one he’s taking his time with, savoring each piece as he uncovers it.

“L…” you whisper, your voice barely audible. he tilts his head slightly, his fingertips brushing against your skin.

“tell me if you want me to stop” he murmurs, his voice gentle but laced with unmistakable desire. he’s giving you the out, but the hunger in his eyes betrays how much he doesn’t want you to take it.

“don’t stop” you respond instantly, shaking your head, the words coming out faster than you intended. “please, don’t stop.”

he’s determined to find your most sensitive spot, and when he does, you can’t help the sudden jolt of your body. he hums against you, the vibration only heightening the sensation. his tongue moves purposefully, brushing over the same spot again and again, each stroke more deliberate than the last.

your breath comes in short gasps, your hips moving instinctively toward him, seeking more of the overwhelming pleasure he’s so expertly giving. the sounds that escape you are beyond your control—desperate, needy, urging him on. L doesn’t stop, his movements precise and relentless, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. 

he watches you closely, eyes filled with curiosity and hunger. his lips and tongue move with a calculated precision, learning your body, testing your responses. he’s quiet, his attention solely on you, as if nothing else in the world matters except this moment. and when his lips finally wrap around your clit, the sensation is so overwhelming you can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips.

the sound seems to encourage him, and his movements become more confident. he sucks at a rhythm that makes your toes curl. your grip tightens on his locks, body starting to tremble as the pleasure builds inside you.

you gasp his name, your voice breathless and shaky, and L responds with a soft hum, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure coursing through you. he’s relentless now, his lips and tongue working in perfect sync, drawing out every sound from you. 

your body arches toward him, your breathing ragged as you near your breaking point. the intensity of his touch is overwhelming, almost too much to bear. you’re so close, teetering on the edge of release, and you can feel your muscles tightening, your entire body wound tight with anticipation.

L senses it too. his movements quicken just slightly, enough to push you over that edge. with a strangled cry, you shatter, pleasure coursing through you in waves as your body trembles beneath him. he doesn’t stop, holding your hips in place as his lips and tongue continue their work, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm until you’re left breathless and trembling.

when he finally pulls away, his lips glistening, his gaze meets yours once more. there’s a satisfied gleam in his eyes.his hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your flushed skin as he leans in to kiss you again—this time slow, tender, the taste of you still on his lips. you melt into the kiss, your body still buzzing with the aftermath of your release. L pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you as you settle into his embrace, your heart still racing and your mind spinning.

“i may resort to you the next i'm craving something sweet”

a/n: thank you for reading!! my inbox is always open!!

creds: @elryisia

surveillance — light yagami

summary: L is determined to catch light in the act of being kira. his eyes are glued to the screen, even during vulnerable moments

warning: nsfw!, voyeurism, L is watching for the sake of "surveillance", dom!light, light is kira, petnames, all characters are of age!

L sits hunched over in his chair, his posture rigid as his dark eyes remain fixed on the numerous screens in front of him. each monitor shows different angles of light’s room, capturing every inch of the space. he’s been staring at the feeds for hours now, waiting for something, anything, that would betray light’s mask of innocence. his fingers play with a sugar cube, spinning it absentmindedly between them. light’s routine, as usual, is methodical, almost too perfect—studying, writing, working in a way that seems almost rehearsed. but tonight, there’s something different.

you.

L’s eyes narrow as light moves towards you. light knows about the cameras. he has to. " can almost feel it in the subtle shifts of light's movements, in the way his hand rests a little too casually on your waist as you return from the bathroom, freshly ready for bed.

“we’re being watched” light whispers, his lips grazing your ear, his tone as smooth as ever. his arms snake around your waist, pulling you into him. you tense for a moment, startled by the knowledge, but light is quick to ease your nerves, his soft kiss on your cheek masking the weight of the confession. “just act normal” he murmurs, though there’s a dangerous gleam in his eyes, as if he relishes the thought of putting on a performance.

you manage a smile, though your heart races in your chest. you try not to glance at the room around you, imagining L’s gaze lingering on every corner. he will stop at nothing, it seems, to confirm his suspicions about light. and now, you're part of the game.

light’s touch becomes bolder, his fingers brushing over your skin with a deliberate slowness, savoring each moment. he pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his hand lifting to stroke your cheek, a gesture that appears romantic, but there’s something more behind it. lust and control, all tied up in a neat facade. his lips hover over yours, and you know what’s coming next—the show is about to begin.

when his mouth finally meets yours, it’s slow, calculated. he kisses you with purpose, every movement precise, as if savoring the feel of your lips while knowing L is witnessing every second of it. you follow his lead, leaning into him as the kiss deepens.

L watches from the other side of the screen, his eyes narrowing at the scene unfolding in front of him. he’s observed light before, viewing him in seemingly private moments, but this… it’s something else. something far more intimate. and yet, L can’t look away. he tells himself it's part of the investigation, but there’s a quiet part of him that’s drawn in and leaves him unable to click away.

light’s hands move with ease, slipping under your shirt, feeling the heat of your skin as he pulls you closer. you shiver beneath his touch, momentarily forgetting L's watchful eyes, but light never forgets. he’s always aware, always in control. his fingers find the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head before he kisses you again, more intensely this time. his hands roam your body, feeling, exploring, as he pulls you closer against him.

the thrill of being watched lingers in the air, and you feel the weight of it, the tension between performance and reality. light’s grip tightens on your shoulders, his mouth moving against yours with increasing intensity. you gasp against his lips, your mind spinning, unsure of where the lines between the act and your real feelings blur.

your hands move to light’s chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. you pull him closer, the need between you growing as the tension rises in the room. your fingers unbutton his crisp white shirt, letting it fall to the floor. light’s fingers trace your spine as he kisses down your neck, lips hot and demanding. you sigh at the feeling, whispering his name as a quiet beg for more.

light’s lips move from your mouth to your neck, kissing a path down as he slips you out of your shorts, his hands moving quickly, but not without purpose. he’s in control, always, and now he’s showing L exactly that. he’s quick to bend down and pick you up, his large hands on your cheeks as he brings you to his bed. you let out a small squeal at the sudden movement and light chuckles against you. you squirm beneath him as his hips grind into yours, his hardness pressing against you through his pants, teasing you, driving you wild.

you snake one of your hands into his hair as he grinds his hips into yours. he continues to kiss you as he grows hard in his dress pants. his hands travel across your skin, eventually making their way to the clasp of your bra and slowly undoing it, along with your underwear. 

L's breath is barely audible as he leans closer to the screen. he can see the way light’s hands move, the way you respond to him. he’s trying to understand what’s happening here, but more than that—he’s trying to figure out if light knows he’s watching.

light, of course, gives nothing away. he’s careful, even now, maintaining that perfect facade. but you, on the other hand, are more raw, more vulnerable. your reactions aren’t as calculated, and that’s what makes it all the more exciting.

you reach for his belt, eager to even the playing field, but light’s hand catches yours, pushing you back against the mattress with a smirk. “not yet” he teases, his voice low and commanding. since becoming kira, his dominance has only grown, both in and out of the bedroom. before, he would let you take control sometimes, let you lead, but now? now he’s in charge, and there’s no mistaking it.

he undoes his belt himself, removing his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, and before you can catch your breath, he’s lining himself up with your entrance. there’s no warning, no slow buildup. light thrusts into you in one smooth, deliberate motion, and you cry out, the sudden stretch making your body arch into him. 

light’s fingers trail down your sides as he pulls your body flush with his. he sets a rhythm that’s both torturous and perfect. every movement, every sound, is a performance for l’s eyes, a show that light is directing with precision.

L leans closer to the monitor, his usually steady gaze darkening as he takes in every detail—the way light moves against you, the way your body reacts to his touch. it’s impossible for l to look away now, his curiosity mixing with something else, something he can’t quite define but doesn’t dare to acknowledge.

you bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans, aware of the thin walls of the yagami household. the last thing you want is to wake mrs. yagami or sayu. but light’s fingers are quick to tug your lip free, his touch slow and deliberate as he scolds you softly. “none of that” he scolds you. his eyes are dark, gleaming with something dangerous and thrilling. “be as loud as you want”. he encourages you, his voice a soft command and laced with amusement. 

L is unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. his eyes darkening as you writhe beneath light’s touch. he’s captivated, though he’ll never admit it, by the way light manipulates the situation, by the way the lines between pleasure and surveillance blur. he tells himself it’s all part of the investigation, but deep down, he knows there’s more to it.

a shiver runs down your spine, the thought of l hearing everything making your heart race even more. the thrill is undeniable, and light can sense it in the way your body tightens around him. his hand slips between your thighs, his thumb finding your sensitive clit. you jump at his touch and mewl at the feeling of stimulation. 

“there you go” light hums, his smirk widening as he admires your reaction. “that’s better”. 

he sets a punishing pace, every movement calculated to push you closer to your release. your body trembles beneath him, the tension building higher with each thrust, and you can’t hold back anymore. the moans you tried to stifle before spill from your lips freely now, filling the room with sounds of pleasure as light’s fingers work you expertly.

L's breath catches in his throat as he watches you come undone, his fingers tightening around the edge of the desk. deep down, he knows there’s more to it. light is toying with him, playing with the boundaries of power and control in ways l hadn’t anticipated.

“lighttt” you moan out. you can feel the coil inside you tightening, ready to snap. your cries echo through the room as light’s name spills from your lips. 

“nnghh” you draw you as your head tilts back and eyes flutter shut.. light’s lips curl into a satisfied smile, knowing that L is hearing every little sound you make, seeing how easily he can reduce you to this. he leans down, kissing along your neck, his pace never faltering.

“you like this, don’t you?” he whispers against your skin, his voice teasing, but there’s a sharp edge to it. “knowing he’s watching. knowing that you can’t hide how much you’re enjoying this”.

you squirm beneath him, your hands gripping at him as his words fuel you. he’s right—there’s a part of you that likes it, that enjoys the thought of someone watching, someone seeing the way light has you completely under his spell.

“you’re going to scream for me” he whispers, his voice low and commanding. “i want him to hear every second of this. he needs to know exactly how i make you feel”.

you can’t hold back. the coil inside you tightens as light’s movements quicken, his touch relentless. your legs shake and the sounds you’ve been holding back escape freely now, filling the room as light pushes you over the edge. you're completely at his mercy. 

light's pace quickens, his control faltering just slightly as his own pleasure builds, but his focus remains on you—on making sure you’re completely undone beneath him before he cums. his lips find yours again, swallowing your moans, and when he pulls back, his voice is dark with satisfaction.

“good girl. did so well for me” he says breathlessly. he pulls out of you and you immediately feel sleepy, cuddling into his chest as you catch your breath. as the afterglow settles in, you cuddle against light’s chest, your body exhausted and satisfied. he strokes your arm with his fingertips, a mischievous smile growing as he thinks of his situation. despite all his efforts, L still has nothing on him.

a/n: i just finished death note yesterday. this will be my personality for the foreseeable future

creds: @elryisia