Heya! I really loved the headcanon/scenario you did where Misa used the reader to distract L by asking her for some advice ;). I was wondering if you could write a smol 2nd part? Just like how would the reader and L talk after that idk I’m curious lmao. It’d be rlly cool if you could but it’s definitely your choice lol. Ty!

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Part 2 is served bruh ✌️

L returned to the room sometime after Misa had left and you collected yourself. You could help but notice him as he walked, bare feet tapping against the floor.

“Sorry about that, earlier.” You scratched the back of your head, doing your best to forget he had been watching, and therefore listening.

“Hm? Oh, I hardly noticed.” L said, not really looking at you. At that, your brow furrowed. Any desire to protect your modesty went out the window.

What a little fucking liar.

“Sure, sure. You certainly weren’t watching me from the camera feed.” You tossed out, going back to the task at hand. A minute of silence passed before he spoke again.

“Where did you learn the information you provided Misa?” L asked. You wanted to smack him, but you knew L was curious. Only L could get away with asking someone about their sexual history, because the question was genuine with no nefarious purpose.

“I’ve has a couple encounters in my day,” You laughed “, but mostly, I just gave her common ideas that wouldn’t trap her in Light’s ego centric… uh, bedtime routine.”

You really didn’t want to think about Light boning anyone right now. Or ever.

“The dance moves for a lap dance are not common knowledge.” Finally, he turned his chair to you, rolling himself closer.

“I picked those up at a strip club, the girl my friends paid to dance for me showed me the basics.” No point in lying. You went and had a fun time.

“I’ve never been.”

“You? Haven’t gone out somewhere in public? Shut up, that’s so unlike you.” He smiled at your joke, then it was gone, his thumb on his lips.

“Will you provide answers, if I ask you my questions?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“You get three. I’ve met my genitalia as a talking point quota for today.” You set down your task once more, turning your full attention to him.

The gravity of the situation hit you. Here was L, the one guy you’re dying to date, preparing to ask you about sex.

“Is sexual intercourse as phenomenal as many make it sound?” L held up one finger, indicating this was his first question. Thankfully, it was an easy one.

“Yes and no. Depends on the partner, if their kinks line up with yours, if they listen and communicate. All important factors. When it’s great, it’s great. When it’s not? Whatever, it’s hit or miss.” You hoped the next two were soft balls as well.

“What qualifies as great sex?” A second finger went up. This one was a little harder.

“That’s up to individual interpretation,” you shrug “, great sex is… you ever crave a piece of cake?”

He nods.

“And when you get that piece of cake, after you’ve been thinking about it, it tastes great?” L nodded again.

“Great sex is like getting a piece of cake you’ve been craving.” That punched the point home, L humming an affirmation.

His third finger rose.

“Will you give me a lap dance?”

Wide eyed, you stared at him. He was being completely serious. You could shake him off, laugh and say no. You’d be lying if you hadn’t fantasized about grinding against him… but you couldn’t risk sounding too eager.

“Honestly? Let me just get this paper work finished without anymore interruptions, I’ll give you as many lap dances as you want.“

“You have my word, you won’t be bothered.”