Obsessed - L Lawliet x Fem!Reader
A/N - Shhhh, no one sees this, I needed a break from staring at SOF so this ended up sneaking in to my mind.. :3 Enjoy! <3
Depending on if people want more random non-JJBA stuff, I'll start writing for other fandoms!
♡ Smut ♡ Word Count - 2300 .MINORS DNI. Content - Phone sex, Little bit of Perv!Lawliet lmao
"Ryuzaki."
Darkened grey eyes don't break even for a moment, bored and precise as they flit between screens like he could miss something if he glanced away for even a second. His head turns. Just barely enough for them to know he's actually listening to what they're saying. A low hum pools in his throat when he waits, longer than someone would believe his attention would hold.
The mild irritation is evident when none of them speak further, as if they're waiting for him to actually look over, even if they know he won't.
"Is there something you needed?"
"Well, it's just that…" Matsuda's voice lingers before he tries to speak again, nervous even if he doesn't entirely know why. "You've been watching the same thing for the last eight hours… do you really think that she…"
"Could be Kira?"
L's voice splits through his mindless rambling before sipping his coffee with an audible disappointed sigh at the taste, placing it down again on the table before dropping another cube of sugar into it, and then another. And another.
He speaks calmer this time, like it's obvious to him so it should be to them.
"Mm, no."
Sugar assaults his senses when he takes a second drink and relaxes just a little from his tightly wound slump, his hand resting on his knee for a moment before he continues.
"Less than 1%, but I would like to be completely sure before we remove the cameras."
It's not a lie. Not in its totality anyway...
It's just not the truth either.
With a quiet sigh he finally tears his eyes from the screen to turn and look over at the lingering members behind him, their gazes laced with something akin to distrust, not because they believe that he's suspicious, but because he doesn't do this.
He's smart, he doesn't hesitate with his reasoning of why someone could be Kira, but he keeps it to himself this time. Without fail.
"Right… and should we be looking into… the others?"
"Have you not been doing that?"
L pauses for a second when the question is muffled into the tip of his thumb, expression bored as ever but a flicker of disbelief seems to ease its way in.
"Don't answer, it's rhetorical."
Saliva clings to his skin when he leans away, connecting to his lip before he drops his hand beck to his calf with a sigh and a minute tense of his jaw. Matsuda isn't stupid. L doesn't believe him to be, he's just… inefficient.
Lawliet needs efficiency.
Not endless questions that mean nothing to him.
"You can all leave for the night." With a quick dismissive wave of his hand he turns back to the screen, his eyes dropping slightly to watch the woman walking around the kitchen with a complete focus. "Go home, we can resume tomorrow."
"Are you sure, Ryukazi?"
"I am always sure, Mr Yagami. Spend the night with your families, I expect you all here early in the morning."
Pale, slender fingers reach out to the phone by his side before any of them can speak further, choosing to keep their worry to themselves when they take a quick glance between each other with small frowns and tight jaws. But they don't push him, they know better than that by now.
And L doesn't respond when they slip out into the hallway with a polite goodbye, barely even listening when he sinks from his comfortable position into a sit. The door clicking loudly and leaving him alone when he types in the number and raises the phone to his ear.
"It's in the cupboard."
A small sigh breaks through the line. And then a gentle shuffle over to the oven with a glance up, directly into the camera sitting in the corner of the room, nearly invisible but you know better… He's always been a bit of an asshole.
"You said you were going to remove the…"
"I lied." His lips curl slightly when he watches you reach into the cupboard and pull out the salt, the screen barely showing your immediate irritation for him. "It helps me work."
"My love… You know I could just come and see you, right?"
He knows. You know he knows… But he declines every time without even a second thought. It's too dangerous, no matter how much he wants to see you, to hold you… Among other, less pure things.
"It won't be forever."
"L, I miss you. Is it really so bad that I just want one night with you?"
The choice of wording makes him perk up with an amused huff, his eyes watching the lazy movements you make around the kitchen. You always wear too much, never change in front of the camera's… He made sure you had as much privacy as you wanted without it being suspicious. But he regrets not leaving one, just for himself.
"I know."
You hear the shift in his breathing before he reaches over to the landline with a quick dial, his tongue darting out with a hurried demand under the kind guise of an ask.
"Watari… Block all calls for a few hours."
You don't hear the answer. You don't need to, his thoughts have always been just too loud for him to hide from you. The sudden change in his voice makes your cheeks flush, your fingers moving to turn off the gas with a a disbelieving laugh at his immediate desperation.
"Bedroom."
Fast presses of keys break through the grounding breath he takes when the lust overtakes his mind. And then he speaks again. Lower… Laced with urgency that he attempts to cover, even when it fails.
"Now, please. I have… work to do."
"Mhm, not just cos you're hard and haven't touched yourself since last time?"
It's been weeks since he has, you're right… sometimes he just forgets to take care of himself, in more ways the one.
Every step you take you know he's watching, each slow movement only furthering the need that pulses across his erection and leaves his mind blurring at the edges… making him feeling pathetic and stupid.
It's infuriating, that need to bury himself inside of you and drag back all of his intellect, he has a taskforce to run, a killer to catch… And all he can think about is you. Soft rustling on the other end of the phone makes you grin, his breathing shifting instantly when you step into your once shared room, shimmying your short down when you pause for a second.
"You know, Ryu… It's a little weird to watch me while you're working."
A low dismissive hum is the only answer you get before a small moan. His fingers caressing the underside of his length through his loose pants, not caring that anyone could walk back in at any moment and see him lazily touching himself. All while watching someone they believed to be a suspect.
It really isn't a lie. Actually it was your idea, proving to him that you could be trusted even when he already does. He just didn't tell them that you were his girlfriend.
"Gonna take them down anytime soon?"
"...Do you want me to?"
His throat bobs weakly when he slips his hand under the elastic to pull his cock out with a hiss, spreading his legs almost immediately to give him complete access to drag himself over the edge.
The cold gust blowing from the air con above him rips a whine from his throat, his eyes locked on you when you fall back onto the bed with a laugh at how needy he sounds when you haven't even done anything, yet.
"Tell me how you want me, detective."
"F..fuck, I…"
The worlds greatest detective.
The amazing L.
Reduced to a stuttering mess from something so small as a breathy whisper. Teasing and low while he watches you trace your fingers down your soaked warmth, completely exposed under the watchful eyes of the man you can't see.
"The toy in the top drawer."
It's a deep grey, long, deliciously thick. Just like him.
Because it is.
You aren't entirely sure when or where he got something so… lewd. Buying you a custom dildo of his own dick to fuck yourself while he's busy with work? Such an L thing to do.
And now he wants to watch.
The quick tap of his keyboard makes you grin, knowing that he pulled up the feed completely to watch you in full screen with his fingers curled around his cock. It's a little rude you only get his voice in your ear, heavy breaths making you wetter by the second when you lean back and drag the tip from your fluttering hole and up to your clit.
"L, my beloved, you'll let me do anything… right?"
"Yea… Yes." He clears his throat quickly before speeding up his slack strokes, watching every slow movement when you sink the tip into yourself with a shaky moan, your head falling back into the pillows. "Anything."
"Let me... come and see you tomorrow."
The thought of seeing you in person after so long has his mind complete mush, his hips jerking mindlessly into his grip with a broken gasp. One you can barely make out is a yes through his panting, loud and ruined when he's been working weeks without a break, leaving you to just touch yourself alone.
All while he's watching every movement the second he's alone.
Like the pervert that he is.
Every inch of the toy sinking into you is complete bliss, slow thrusts rippling pleasure through your body that you wish was from him and not just silicone.
"Promise?"
"Yes… Anything."
There's nothing better than hearing him lose every rational thought that he could ever have, his mouth falling open in a whine when you don't try to hide the soft moans that slip from you; barely even caring how depraved it would look if someone caught him.
All he can focus on is the sinful noise of every slow thrust back into your tight walls, wet and so… fucking perfect.
"Harder."
He pauses for a second when he shifts to match your pace, precise and devastating, forcing loud gasps from your parted lips that have his cock throbbing in his grip at how addicting you sound after so long. Hell, even when he got to fuck you every single night he was obsessed with every single noise that you made.
"Spread… spread your legs a little more."
His gaze is unyielding. Desperate. Every movement of his hand forcing low grunts from his throat that push you ever closer to your orgasm, even if it doesn't compare to him being inside of you.
"Will you… I need you to sit on my face tomorrow."
"Law… Fuck, sorry… L…"
"No… say it. Please?"
A muffled whimper leaves your lips at the urgency to hear his name, so close that he couldn't care less if someone were to hear it. All he wants is you. More than breathing.
More than life itself.
"Say it."
"Gonna sit on your pretty face, Lawliet… I promise."
His shaky moan interrupts your vow before he can stop it. His head falling forward with a shudder while he watches the way you drip down onto the clean sheets below, his hair sticking slightly to his forehead even when the air is near freezing.
"Close?"
"So… close. Need this."
"Me too, god, I... miss you so much. I love you."
A choked cry rips itself from his throat when your declaration forces him over the edge, your voice dripping with adoration while the squelching lingers in the air and pulls him into ecstasy.
Thick spurts of cum ruin his shirt when he speeds up his stokes, his eyes so focused on the toy sinking into you that he can't care in the slightest to try to salvage his clothing. Nothing matters. Nothing but that pretty stretch of your pussy around his dick while he cums so deep inside of you.
He wishes… So fucking much.
"Shit, L… I wasn't expecting you would…"
"Don't say anything. I… I suppose I have missed you as well."
He sounds wrecked when he falls limp against the couch, cum dripping across his fingers and soaking into the fabric of his pants. It's pitiful, but... shit, he should have done this a lot sooner. Your thrusts slow before you laugh, gentle, not entirely teasing but it brings a deep blush to his cheeks nonetheless.
"Still gonna make me cum, detective?"
"Actually."
A small disgusted flicker passes his eyes when he takes a glance down, hesitating to wipe his hand when he raises it to his lips to take a tentative lick of the salty liquid, immediately groaning at the taste. Whether it's a good or bad thing, you aren't sure.
"I believe I might have a better idea."
"And what would that be?"
"Come and see me, I'll send Watari to pick you up… And I'll get someone to remove the camera's in the morning."
The loud wet squelch of the toy being pulled from your tight warmth forces him to swallow, his length twitching against his pants without him even looking up at your confused expression when he leans over to grab his phone, waiting for your answer.
"Is… I wanna see you, baby… but, is that a good idea?"
"No one will hurt you here, I won't allow it."
"As sweet as that was, Lawliet… I meant that there's not a chance you're gonna be able to concentrate with me there."
"It's now 2%… Underestimating your boyfriend is a very Kira thing to do."
