L x Reader oneshots 1 // series 3 • Death Note

Enigmatic

That's how you'd describe him, enigmatic.

He wasn't like anyone you'd ever met, he was strange. But not in a bad way, in a curious way. He was L, just L. Worlds greatest detective, mystery to the public. But oh, how you wanted him.

His voice was like an addictive drug, smooth and deep with an ever so slight vocal fry when he laughed. Which was a rare thing to hear, as he was always so monotonous and serious. Even when he spoke about the most boring of things his voice would manage to keep your attention, like a siren singing to you and keeping you in their trance. He stood 5.10" and a half, barefoot and slouched. Under his baggy clothes he somehow managed to make work for him, he was slim in the waist, toned in the legs and defined in the collarbones and jaw. Pale, clear skinned and dark eyed.

His baggy eyes, how they stared into your soul. Like he could see all your innermost thoughts and was going through them one by one. His hair was pitch black, slightly curled and fluffed up. His hands were skeletal almost, long fingers and cold palms.

You'd analysed him almost as much as he'd analysed you. Although he'd analysed your work background and intelligence to hire you. You analysed his body, his actions, his words.

He was an enigma but he was one you wanted to study. To taste, to tremble.

L, world's greatest detective. You wanted him. You wanted him like putty in your hands.

It was always the men like him that had enthralled you, but they were so rare. He was the only one you'd ever actually spoken to. Every other man like him you'd only seen in passing, at airports going to separate countries or walking past on the street in opposite directions. L, you had the chance to talk to and be around. To breathe him in and feel his warmth.

It was more than an infatuation. You genuinely found him intriguing and interesting, the way he thought and how he solved problems. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to spend a night with him. Listening to his voice moan out for you and watch him tremble at your touch.

You needed him, all of him, everything about him.

You found yourself wondering how you ended up in this situation many times while lying in bed, knowing he has cameras in every room of this building and he'd be watching you. Tonight you couldn't take it anymore, you needed to approach this. So you got up, headed down the halls in your pyjamas and slippers and found him alone watching the monitors in the dark. He didn't turn to face you, he'd seen you walk in from the cameras.

"It's late (y/n)" he said.

"Can't sleep" you replied.

"Unfortunately relatable"

You walked up to him, spinning the office chair around for him to face you.

"You like conducting investigations don't you? Well I have something I need to investigate" you said.

He gave you a slightly confused yet intrigued look.

"That would be?" He asked.

"You can refuse, but I need you to kiss me. Make out with me to be exact"

He was silent, not expecting that at all. He processed for a moment, trying to decide how he felt about such bluntness.

"You- what?" He said.

"You heard me. You're fascinating, I've been hung up on you since we met. I simply need t taste you to understand if it's infatuation with your frankly gorgeous body or if it's a deeper connection like I think it is" you replied.

His cheeks tinged red, but he remained straight faced.

"Full disclosure, I'm probably a horrible kisser. I've never had the chance to develop said skills"

"Don't care, I just need to taste you. So, may I?" You asked.

As if he'd ever pass up a chance like this. He never got the opportunity to do this before, kissing wasn't exactly something he encountered very often with such an isolating job.

"You may... please" he muttered.

Without wasting a second, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him in, pressing your lips to his, you drank him in. And he tasted so good, he was exactly what you needed. He was a bit unsure and stiff at first, but quickly eased into it, his smart mind picking up on the technique rather quickly. The kiss broke, and for a moment you just stared at each other and caught your breath.

For the first time since you'd met him, he was at a loss for words. His mind melted and his heart racing.

"...again..." was all he could mutter.

Gladly complying, you bought him into another kiss. This time more sensual and gentle, taking your sweet time and allowing him to experiment with more control. He was a fast learner, he got the hang of it quickly. He backed into the desk as you took his hands and pinned them at his sides, the kiss becoming wild and desperate. Neither of you realised just how bad you were yearning until now. You knew you liked him, but this much? That was a twist to you.

And L? He always just thought you were his favourite investigator because you actually got shit done, now as he was pressed up against you he realised, it's because he wanted you.

When the need for air took over, the kiss broke. The two of you again simply gazing into each other for a moment to reel.

"I needed that... thank you" you said.

"I didn't know how badly I wanted you until now..." he admitted.

"You're admitting it? Playing favourites with your investigators are we?"

"The taskforce can't know about this"

You didn't care if the relationship had to stay secret, you just wanted to be with him and breathe him in until you understood the enigma that he was. Kira be damned, you needed this man. You gave him a smile, tilting his chin up to properly face you.

"Then it can stay between us..."