Million dollar man [L x Reader] • Death Note

Chapter 7 | new perspectives

A/n: remember how I said this book would be spicy? Well here's your final warning because these two have SO much sexual tension in this story.

Something had been triggered in L that night, he did manage to sleep for once. But his dreams were full of you, you didn't leave his mind for a second.

Your voice telling him he should get some sleep, your presence and warmth when you'd lean over him to get a closer look at the computer, the luxurious clothes you wore that hung off you so perfectly. And that damned smile.

His sleep was blissful. And when he woke up he felt fully rested for once in his life, but he also felt something else... something... oh god.

Sitting up and pulling the blankets back, he looked down at how tight his pyjama pants had gotten, realising exactly what dreams he'd been having last night.

"Shit..." he muttered.

First time he sleeps in ages and he ends up with morning wood. Fuck. Well... at least he got some sleep.

He sighed, feeling kind of pathetic that all it took for him to end up like with was One. Damn. Interaction. He's got it bad, real bad.

He had two options wait it out or... stroke it out.

Who knows how long the first option would take, it was more convenient to do the second. He looked over at the door, making sure it was closed. He reached over to lock it just to be safe. He looked at the clock, 6:30am. Why had he woken up so early? Was it the dream? Either way there was some time before everyone else in the house woke up and he had to get to work.

Desperate for friction, he shoved his pants down slightly, the coolness of the morning air hitting his rock hard erection and making him tense slightly. He wrapped his fingers around himself, gently teasing the sensitive skin. How long had it been since he got off? Was he really that deprived he was ending up like this so easily?

L was the kind of person who never really thought about sex, but when he did? Fuck. It was hard to get his mind off it. He could go for months without a single dirty thought but as soon a something comes to mind he needs to get off and he needs it NOW. He was easy to rile up, but it was also easy for him to be distracted with other things like cases.

Breath hitching when he ran his hand across his dick, he couldn't help but feel a little pathetic for being so desperate so quick. And for someone he'd only known for such a short period of time. He knew it was probably kind of weird to be jacking off to the thought of you, but he couldn't help it. His mind had been plagued, you were always there. Whatever spell you cast on him, it worked.

Dragging his thumb over the tip, he suppressed a whine and unintentionally bucked his hips into his hand. Absentmindedly his free hand traces up his skin, under his shirt and over to his chest. Fingers brushing his nipples, he bit his lip to keep quiet.

Fuck, he needed this. He needed to get off more often or he'd be as pent up and desperate as this.

He needed more than just his own hands, he needed someone to lick the pre cum from his leaking cock, someone to tell him he was such a bad boy for being so needy, someone to kiss him rough and grind on him hard. He needed... he needed you to touch him.

So lost in the sensation and the desperation, he only realised how intense he'd gotten when he felt how close he was. Slowing slightly, accidentally edging himself in the process he mentally slapped himself.

"Fucking hell Lawliet, you're a mess..." he muttered to himself in frustration.

How did he end up like this? He was the worlds greatest detective he shouldn't crumble so easily, and yet, he did.

"Ah~ fuck..." he sighed under his breath, drawing closer and closer to completion.

Only a few more hard strokes and he felt orgasm rip through his body, stifled whine, back arched, riding it out as much as possible to get every last drop of the satisfaction. Cum all over his hand and midriff, he caught his breath, slowing the pace of his pumps to a stop.

"Shit... that went everywhere" he muttered, mind now clearer and realising he should have been more careful.

Look at what you'd done to him with just a smile and flirtatious comment. He was weakly draped over the bed, covered in his own cum, face red and out of breath. Now the need for tension has subsided, he took a deep breath to collect himself and got up to clean himself up. Figuring he still had time for a quick shower so why not? Ending up standing under the warm water looking at himself in the reflection of the glass shower door, mind muddled and emotions all over the place.

"God Damnit L you're so desperate it's pathetic!" He scolded himself.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get you out of his mind, even after getting off to you. Clearly it wasn't just a sexual attraction then, it was an emotional one too. Somehow you'd reeled him in in only a matter of weeks and he'd fallen completely head over heels for you. Up to the point where he was dreaming about you.

What would you think of you found out what he'd just done? He felt... kind of guilty since you had no idea he even saw you that way. But at the same time the need for you was so strong he couldn't care less what you thought. You didn't know, he intended to keep it that way unless by some miracle you decided to return his feelings.

But he wasn't going to rush into that just yet, you were just assistant, his bodyguard. He knew he technically had power over you and didn't want to abuse that. All relationships should be equal, and in this situation for that to happen you had to be the one to decide how far things went. Plus, it was still very soon into knowing each other.

He was just down bad, read bad.

And completely clueless that you had gone to sleep thinking about him too.

You'd woken up to the distant sounds of a shower running, and when you saw the time you realised it was almost time to get into work for the day. So you got up, got dressed and did your usual morning routine. Although this time when you sat at your vanity to do your skin and hair, you ended up aimlessly staring at your reflection for longer than usual. All because your mind was wondering just what the sight in that shower was...

"AGH! (Y/n) stop it! Too soon!" You scolded yourself, gently whacking your head against your vanity.

What had gotten into you? What had gotten into L? Love at first sight only realised a little later? Or was it a lustful infatuation?

Perhaps... both?