˗ˏˋ 🍮 ˎˊ˗ L Lawliet

As the egoist L was, it was expected for him to be smug and proud of his intelligence since he was found at a young age. No matter what L always proved that the supposed ‘intellectual’ around him was nothing more than the dirt underneath the heel of his foot.

Hell, finding someone that could hold up an actual match against L in a supposed game such as chess, checkers, or battleship, was like seeing a light from above, but for L it was like finding that perfect spot for the first time.. finding someone smarter than L was like a miracle he would’ve never assumed to happen,

But then, you had popped up.. one of the few exchange students that came along with L for a Japanese university that seemed to have taken a liking to the intellectual of a few students of England. It was known L was the smartest in the country, even getting high marks in the foreign country despite not even knowing Japanese, but someone could rival his score.. a boy known as Light Yagami, and your dreaded name once again right beside his with a perfect mark that only made L’s possible interest in you peak past his own expectations.

And those expectations seemed to peak even more when you had the gall to challenge him to a chess match? Oh, that was the day when L found himself in love. A thing like you, so sure of yourself, so soft looking, so cute; how would it feel to have your warm body against the cold limbs of L’s vessel?

That’s all his stupid brain would think of when this dreaded chess match started, the battle between wits of the two top students of this acclaimed school finally battling out in the game that could finally show who’s the smartest. Your eyes were so fixated on the chess board that it seemed impossible for L to focus on this damned match.

How could he when you looked like an angel seeking retribution? Dressed up neatly while L was dressed up in his usual shabby clothing of a baggy white T and baggy jeans while he hunched over his chair with the only sounds of this deafening room being the quiet click of a grandfather clock and the sound of L’s teeth snapping against his thumb’s nail.

It seemed the eyes of every one were left on the two of you, god forbid if anyone noticed where L’s eyes actually were. Everyone assumed he was looking at the chess board, but actually, he was trying to get a tiny peek at those soft thighs of yours underneath this small table. Crossed against each other like it was nothing to affect him; thank god for his baggy clothes or else he’d been a babbling mess searching for the bathroom.

And then that last small click across the chess board resounded through the room, you had won, you beat the acclaimed Lawliet at the game he seemed to dominate.. and you sat proudly across from L, and nerves be damned. L would’ve been drooling at this one moment at the sight of your breasts, and those thighs? Oh, a personal wet dream he could only enjoy from this moment to life…

And from that day on, L was obsessed with you. Everything you did, he would study it, everywhere you went, he would locate it and find anything about it, everything you said? Oh, he would remember it his in jam-packed brain to study it or just to imagine your voice later that night while his long fingers would try their best to hold in his undeserving lust...

But the day graduation came, L’s obsession seemed to skyrocket at the thought of being away from you; so of course he had to work hard to be able to track you down after all these years of being your ’ friend’ in his own words.. more like a perverse, stalker matches the description of him more, and this seemed to fuel his motivation to become one of the best detective Japan’s ever seen.

Who knew on that journey you would stumble back into his graces? Working hard to be the best detective wasn’t always the best… especially when the people you’ve put behind bars still wanted to settle the score with you.. so of course, to help figure out this acclaimed ‘Kira’ case. L had to help out the JPD. And helping them out was like seeing a happy memory come back to life in front of your eyes...

As soon as Watari placed the computer onto the white table decorated with police reports and dirty cups with small droplets of coffee hanging on the edge. The soft click of a cursive ‘L’ appearing over the screen while a tired, raspy voice voiced through the mic. All of the officers may not have been able to see L, but L saw you just fine.. dressed up in a neat button-up and a black pencil skirt with shiny panty-hose.

The perfect outfit that always seemed to stay stagnant in his mind all because of that one chess match that caused this damn obsession of his.. but oh no, you couldn’t leave his clutches now. He finally got you after years of yearning for your body, so of course he had to keep you for himself.

And now L had you right where he wanted you to be! Stuck in his neatly cleaned room; sat perfectly on his bed with cleaning services that would put Watari to shame. Of course, the only reason why he cleaned that hellish room of his was for you. If he wanted to make a mess he would just lap up at your chubby mound like it was the sweetest treat he’s ever had the fortune of placing his tastebuds on.. so, why not fulfill that little fantasy?

The soft thumps of L’s feet were against the ground and the only thing that resounded afterwards was the soft click of his lock. L’s face was flushed as he carefully walked back over to you his knees dipping down beneath you as the cold, solace of L’s fingertips prayed apart your sweet thighs, flourishing at his imagination finally pulling through after years of wondering how your plush body would feel in his grasp.

The soft pants of L’s breath grazed against your panties while L’s nose was pressed against the fat of your thighs, the small cracks of his lips pressed against the inner side of your thighs while he laid soft kisses against your supple skin. Quiet murmurs of L escaping from his throat while he damn near smile at finally getting to feel you after all these years. ”God.. I never would’ve thought I’d get to see you after so many years..”

After such a confession from L, he had to make sure you couldn’t react to his obsessive behavior, his lips moved from your supple thighs to the feeble fabric that seemed to stop him from finally getting that sweet taste of you he always craved. His nose seemed to be even more eager than his lips as he took in the sweet smell of your chubby cunt unwillingly trying to hide your unwanted desire from his lips grazing your clit through this annoying fabric. ”This stupid fabric.. it’s hiding something so precious to us. Might as well get it before you voice your reasoning, right?”

It was like L was stuck in a trance alone from your plush body, but the sight of your chubby cunt behind a thinly veiled sight of cotton panties only seemed to spur him on further.. he wanted to make you feel good! Watching video, upon video of video on how to make a girl cum with his tongue and fingers alone, maybe L wouldn’t be a virgin after this one?