L Feasts Upon Misa

It all started when Misa gave L a kiss on his lips. She had grown so lonely since her traitor of a Death God wrote Light's name in the Death Note. She couldn't fathom why: it wasn't part of the plan. She was surprised when L kissed her back, taking her away from her depressive thoughts. He deepened their kiss and she became lost in his arms. He had recently bathed, and the scent of him gave her goosebumps.
L couldn't keep his hands to himself while he interrupted their lip interaction to kiss down Misa's neck. As she moaned and sighed, he was grabbing and rubbing Misa everywhere he could.
"You love Misa-Misa's butt don't you L?" she softly laughed.
He said nothing in response but continued to touch her. He brought his lips back to hers and deeply kissed her. Normally, a man in L's position would have started to grow extremely aroused. For some reason, his manhood remained limp. Misa noticed this, and started exploring L's body.
That seemed to work...slightly. Misa grabbed L's rear and she started to feel a mound of arousal. However, it was nowhere near enough.
"What? Is this not enough for you?" she asked, clearly insulted.
"N-no, it's not that..." he shyly looked away from her.
Without warning, she ripped off her dress, throwing off her earrings and other accessories in the mix.
L's jaw nearly dropped over the sight of his secret crush completely and utterly naked in front of him. His manhood stood further to attention, but something just wasn't right. He looked over to the desserts on the coffee table that Misa had hardly touched.
"Misa, I have an odd request.."
"W-what is it?" she arched her eyebrow. She had done a few "requests" for past lovers, and had no idea what L could possibly have in mind.
"Could you...let me put these deserts on your body?" his mouth began to water.
"W-what?" she asked "Are you serious?"
She gasped, then giggled when she saw that L was fully aroused over the sheer thought.
"I'll try anything once..."
L practically tackled naked Misa to the floor, then he licked and sucked on her nipples as a reward for allowing him his bizarre fetish. Misa moaned in pleasure, all of that sipping and suckling on his coffee and treats gave him plenty of practice.
"I promise I'll lick every last drop of mess I make..." he licked his lips, his member fully aroused. He took off his shirt, revealing a slender stomach and chest. Then he ripped off his jeans, revealing everything. L went commando.

He reached for a can of whipped cream, to start with, and sprayed it over her breasts and womanhood.
"I'm going to need a shower after this..." Misa thought to herself.
He began to eat, lick, and suck the whipped cream off of her body while he dry humped her near her womanhood. Misa started feeling the heat of her body grow hotter. L moaned and sighed as he humped her and licked the cream away from her. He stopped to grab a piece of cake and smeared it all over her chest. Misa flinched and tensed up, she felt so dirty and messy.
L was reaching his limit. He had only dreamed of doing this with food. Even wilder was that Misa was allowing him to do this. Two of his impossible fantasies were coming to life. He bit into some cake but ended up biting Misa herself.
"Sorry..." he said with his mouth still full.
"Ugh!" she growled in disgust.
She struggled to get away while L held her down by both her wrists. L began to kiss and lick his way down and around her womanhood and she slowly stopped her escape plan. He let her wrists go when he knew she wouldn't try to escape. That was the last thing he wanted to happen now.
Misa tasted of a new, multi-flavor that he couldn't pinpoint, but he loved regardless. He divulged as deep as he could into her flower, licking and suckling. Her moaning and crying urged him to continue.
He remembered reading an article about the woman's G-Spot, and was glad he remembered it in that moment. He placed his fingers inside her and fiddled around inside her.
Misa felt a pressure building inside of her, she didn't dare want L to stop now.
He focused on the bits of cake that were drying up on her chest, he didn't want that food to go to waste. It didn't matter that his fingers were getting sore, he would make her cum and then dash to the cake and then to her flower to release the tension in his groin.
Misa screamed as she felt herself release a powerful orgasm. While L rushed towards the cake, he felt his member slide inside what felt like a hot, compact, and moist...his mind blanked out as new waves of pleasure overcame him. Misa grabbed onto his rear and he instinctively began to thrust inside of her. The sound of her moaning and crying out his name and the smell of chocolate cake and her musk drove him closer and closer to his orgasm.
Misa and L climaxed together, both of them crying out in pleasure. He collapsed onto her body, feeling their heartbeats so close together.
She felt L's rapid heartbeat against her chest. If anything, Misa had given L his first workout in probably a very long time. When L started to lift his body up, Misa leaned into his ear.
"Remember the promise you made to me, L..." she purred in his ear, "Every last drop you have to lick up.."