L Lawliet x reader oneshots 2 // Series 2 • DEATH NOTE [COMPLETED]

Don't you dare

A/n: ah yes, the first NSFW one of the book. Containing everyone's favourite orgasm denial and a couple of toys and sum fem dom. those of you who like to be the sub, don't worry that'll be next. Also I may not post for the next week bc of Christmas but I'll be back soon.

Dialogue Prompt: "don't you dare fucking cum"

He couldn't believe you. Why did you have to be like this? You had to send him all those pictures in the middle of work didn't you?

Now he just couldn't get the image out of his head, that lace... the thigh highs... the collar...

And now he couldn't even leave the stop he was sitting, because if he put his knees down, the whole taskforce would see the problem you caused. Despite the awkward situation, he really hoped you bought that set... When you got home he just KNEW was was going to happen.

He felt all hot, uncomfortable and sticky. But he couldn't move, not without exposing it.

You'd returned from the shops with Misa, two bags in your hands, meaning you did in fact buy it. Victory for L.

"I'm back losers" you said, entering the room.

You got a few greetings as you went over to sit next to L.

"So, you like the pink? That red one was way too expensive" you said nonchalantly.

"I hate you" he replied under his breath.

"What have I done now?" You giggled.

"You HAD to send me those pictures didn't you? You just HAD to"

You suddenly released why he was curled up tighter than usual. A smirk growing on your face.

You looked over your shoulder and saw everyone was busy with their own thing, you slid your chair closer to L and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I see what this is" you said.

Your hand began to trail down his arm, then his leg.

"(Y/n), I swear to fucking god-" he said, struggling to keep composure.

"What? Afraid someone will see?" You teases, your hand slipping in between  his legs.

"There's an entire taskforce right behind us"

"So? They're not looking"

Your hand slipped under the rim of his pants, you could feel him throb through his boxers.

"(Y/n)-"

You then pushed your hand under his boxers, it was sticky and drenched in precum. You slowly began to stroke his rock hard cock.

"(Y-y/n)-"

"We'll be fine, just stay quiet and don't cum" you whispered.

He bit his lip trying to hold everything back, he knew that if he did cum, not only would he risk being caught, there'd be consequences.

"Don't you dare fucking cum" you said in a stern voice.

He let out an almost inaudible moan.

That was L's only problem, he was loud. While he wasn't terribly vocal, he wouldn't really say anything unless he had to beg for it, or if he was asking for consent, but he would breath heavily and moan like crazy.

You had to keep him quiet somehow.

He let out another moan, this time louder, shifting his hips to press up against your hand.

"Shhh, if you're so worried about being caught you gotta be quiet"

"(Y/n) please-"

You stood up, keeping your hand down his jeans, moving to stand behind him, from the back were the taskforce we're, it'd look like a hug. But it definitely wasn't.