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Teru mumbles something incoherently as he buries his face between your thighs, relishing in the feeling of you against him. He lets out a shaky breath, looking up at you with wide eyes as he pulls back just slightly. He brings a shaking hand up to your thighs, hovering just above them. 

“M-May I? Please, Kira?” he pleads softly. His hands remain just inches away as he resists the urge to hold you under them. You don’t respond immediately, continuing to eye the dark haired man with a look that could only be described as contempt.

“Please what, Teru?” Your voice is sharp. Cold. Hard. Like that of a knife. Teru shivers at the low register of your voice, relishing in its timbre and vibrato. You’re speaking to him. You’re saying his name in that cold, commanding tone, and it takes all of his willpower not to just lunge at you and grip your thighs so that he knows  that this moment is real. “Teru,” you snap. There it is again. He quickly breaks out of his thoughts, panting slightly as if holding himself is a strenuous activity. It takes him a moment to recover, to get his thoughts in order as he looks up at your perfectly constructed face.

“Please,” is all that he can manage out for a moment. He swallows down his nervousness as he continues. “Please, may I touch you? I-I’ll be gentle. I promise. I’ll worship you just how you deserve to be. Please, let me.” He can feel the ache between his legs as he stays there on his knees, staring at your stern and unreadable gaze. Your face betrays nothing, and it makes him want to beg all the more. “I’ll be good,” he adds on quickly, “I-I'll be so good for you. I promise. I will,” he babbles on. He’s desperate now, fingers twitching reflexively, anxiously, just above your thighs as he waits for you to grant his wish. 

“Fine,” you huff, clearly fed up with his antics, “you may.” Teru lights up immediately, his hands quickly moving to grasp at your thighs. He lets out a low, shuddering breath as he trails his hands up them. His lips remain parted open as he lets out soft puffs of breath, as if he’s trying to take all of you in one breath at a time. Teru’s eyes remain fixed on the movement of his hands as they glide up and down your thighs, completely entranced by the sight of his hands on you, and by the feeling of you underneath his skin. You clear your throat, and his head instantly snaps to look back up at you. “What do you say, Teru?” he blinks, trying to recall what to do here–what to say. He tries his best to remember what he’s supposed to do, but the feeling of your thighs under the palm of his hands is just too damn distracting. He can’t think like this, he doesn’t want to, but you’re asking him to do so, commanding him in the way that you know makes him shiver. You huff irritably before roughly taking his chin with your fingers. Teru let out a soft, low moan as his brain buzzes with the acknowledgement that your fingers are on his skin, that you’re touching him willingly. “I let you touch, now what do you say to me? Hm?” you eye him expectantly as you continue to hold his chin in your hand. Teru blinks, finally regaining some form of lucidity through his haze of desire.

“Oh! Right.” He quickly draws his hands away from your thighs and clasps them together before he dips his head down. “Thank you. Thank you, Kira. You are benevolent and kind. I’m so very grateful that you have allowed me to indulge myself. I-I know I don’t deserve it, so thank you.” You remove your hand from his chin.

“Very good. You may continue.” And, just like that, his hands are back on you, tracing over every single inch that they can reach. He shudders before burying his face in your thighs once more as his hands roam over you. He feels overwhelmed with your presence, your voice, your thighs. He breathes you in, all of you, like he needs you to live. Teru turns his head slightly to rest his cheek on your thigh.

“Am I,” he cuts himself off, whimpering slightly, “Am I good? Have I been good for you, my God? Please say I have.” He clutches tighter onto the side of your thighs desperately. You sigh.

“Yes,” you hum, “I suppose you have.” Teru’s lips begin to twitch into a pleased grin.

“I am? I’m a good boy?” he looks up at you pleadingly as he pants softly. “I’ll be such a good boy for you, my God. I’ll do anything you ask, anything at all. You know I will. I’d bleed for you, I’d kill for you, whatever you’d like,” he continues to ramble breathlessly, trying his hardest to prove himself to you.

“I know.” you bring your forefinger to the underside of his chin, tipping his head up slightly to look at you. “You’re such a good, obedient boy. Aren’t you, Teru?” His eyes widen, lips finally closing shut. He nods vigorously.

“M-Mhm, mhm. Such a good boy. All for you, my God.” You can hear the breathlessness in his voice as he speaks. He pants and huffs as he buries his face in your thighs again, sliding his hands up and down the fabric of your pants reverently. He feels you press your shoe right up against that sweet spot between his legs and he keens, immediately moaning into your thighs. “A-Ah. Thank you, my God. I-mph-I need you. I need you so badly, I,” he lets out another soft moan before he brings his head up, frightfully meeting your gaze. “M-May I? Please? Am I permitted to move, my God? I won’t do anything unless you tell me to. I promise. I’ll be good. I’ll be patient.” He makes good on his word, holding his hips completely still as he resists the urge to grind up against your leg. He whimpers as he waits patiently for your permission, for any hint of it. He watches as you smirk slightly and press your leg against him harder.

“You can move, Teru.” Your blessing rings in his ears, and he instantly starts moving. He pants out a little harder now as his hips roll up against your leg. Teru ducks his head down reverently as he grinds against you.

“Ah-Thank you. Oh, thank you, my God. Y-You’re too kind to me. I don’t deserve you. I’m merely the earth beneath your feet. Thank you for granting me this.” His breathing is harsh as he chases his own pleasure, the heat of his crotch radiating as he presses it against your leg and grinds himself up and down, creating the friction that he so desperately craves. Teru’s heated moans and whimpers echo throughout the room as he humps your leg like a dog in heat, completely shameless in his actions as he debases himself just for you. 

“Keep going, Teru,” you command softly as you watch him rut against your leg pathetically. “That’s it. Good boy.” The praise sends waves of pleasure throughout Teru’s body, the effect almost imminent as he grinds down on your leg harder, faster. 

“Y-Yes. Yes, my God. I’m your-ah-I’m your good boy. ‘M so good for you,” he pants out. His grip on your thighs has tightened significantly as he ruts his clothed cock up against you. “I do everything you say, you never have to tell me more than once. No one else is as devoted to you as I am, Kira. Those-Those worms do not deserve to be within even a foot of your presence.” 

“Yes, yes, I’m well aware.” You press your leg against him harder in order to help him out just a little. He gasps and ruts against you faster, his own pleasure very quickly starting to build up.

“Please,” he rasps out breathlessly. “Please, my God. I-I’m so close. May I cum for you? Please? I’ve been such a good boy, I promise. I didn’t touch you without asking, didn’t m-move until you permitted me to.” His breath comes out in harsh, ragged pants. He’s completely undone now. “Please,” he whines. “Please let me cum for you. Please, Kira,” he whimpers, hips twitching in a poor attempt to hold himself back from spilling into his pants like a teenager. 

“Then beg.” Those two words send shivers down his spine. The overwhelming pleasure of your leg rubbing just right against his cock causes him to rest his cheek on your thigh once again.

“P-Please,” he croaks. His voice is pathetic and raspy. “Please, my God. Let me cum. I’m a good boy, right? I-I’m your good boy. Please. Please. Please. Feels so good. I need it. Please.” His movements don’t stop. If anything, his hips speed up just a fraction more, chasing his pleasure shamelessly. Teru shuts his eyes, his lips parted open just slightly to let out every moan and needy whine he has to offer to you. A small string of drool pools from his mouth and onto the fabric of your pants as he humps your leg.

“Good boy,” you purr. Teru moans in response, chasing his release harder and getting himself closer over that edge. “Cum for me, Teru. Now.” Your cold, demanding words hit him like a truck. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter and buries his face into your thighs, his hips bucking up desperately into your leg as he finally begins to get over that edge…

Teru’s eyes flash open as he awakens with a start, cringing slightly when he feels the moisture of his own release in his pants. His hips twitch forward subconsciously, almost as if he’s still grinding against your leg. When he doesn’t feel you there, he whines softly against his pillows and tries his best not to hump into his mattress.

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You’ve been shifting around in your chair for what feels like hours now, trying to get the ache between your legs to calm down. 

“L,” you drawl, “can you turn the ac on? It’s getting hot.” L simply turns in his chair to face you, blinking slightly.

“The ac is on,” he counters monotonously. He tilts his head a little to the left as he continues to stare at you, his thumb eventually coming up to rest on his lips. Your eyes quickly follow the motion and stare unabashedly at the man’s lips, almost immediately imagining the detective’s mouth all over you–soft lips trailing down your neck, down your chest…“You’re sweating,” he says bluntly. His voice snaps you out of your trance.

“Wh-Well, yeah. It’s hot in here,” you sputter and tug on the collar of your shirt. “Are you sure the ac is on?” L doesn’t answer, choosing to continue watching you instead. You shift in your chair a bit, trying to push your legs together in a discreet manner. Of course, around L, nothing is ever missed. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes slightly narrowed in on the subtle movement of your legs. You shake your head.

“No,” you whine. “I was fine up until our break.” 

“What happened then?” L eyes you oddly. You shift your legs together again, trying to get comfortable as you recount what happened up until this point. However, the move backfires. The light pressure of your thighs pressed together gives you some of the friction you’ve been dying for and trying to adamantly avoid for the past few hours. You bite back a whimper at the sensation.

“Well, I was in the kitchen with Light and there were two mugs sitting on the table, so we both took one. I assumed Matsuda left them out for us, so I drank it. Then, after a while, I started getting all hot and,” you cut yourself off before you can reveal anything more. “Yeah.” L hums to himself, brushing his thumb against his bottom lip. You shudder slightly at the sight, your brain instantly flashing back to the dirty thoughts you had about his mouth just seconds earlier.

“Hm, then you must have drunk one of the cups Misa poured earlier.” You stare at L in confusion.

“What?”

“Earlier, I saw her pour two mugs: one for Light, I’m assuming, and the other possibly for her. I also saw her pour some kind of powder into one of the mugs, but I believed it to be a sugar packet, so I paid no mind to it at first.” L continues to rub his thumb against his lip. “I should’ve been paying more attention, now that I see the state that you’re in after drinking one of them. One moment.” L gets up from his chair and walks over to the kitchen. You get up and follow soon after, not wanting to sit alone with the rising heat between your legs. L stalks around in the kitchen for a while, seemingly analyzing every countertop, every cupboard, and every mug. He even looks down at the basin of the sink. 

“Hm. No signs of foul play,” he mutters to himself. “Not yet, at least.” The low timbre of his voice sends a chill down your spine. He continues to look around the kitchen before he gets to the trash can in the corner. A shiny silver wrapper catches his eye. “Ah, just as I suspected.”

“What is it?” You peek your head out behind the man’s figure before he motions you over. He points to the wrapper that’s been left inside of the trash can.

“It seems to be an aphrodisiac of some kind. I suspect that Miss Amane had planned to give the one with the aphrodisiac in it to Light, and keep the other one for herself.” L’s eyes flick up to yours. His gaze pins you down, making you feel like an insect underneath a magnifying glass. “Meaning, you must have drank the one with the aphrodisiac in it. That would explain why you’re overheating, and why you’ve been constantly shifting around in your chair,” he mumbles lowly. Heat pools into your gut as he speaks, the low and confident tone in his voice making you ache with need.

“Are you kidding me?” you rasp, voice shaky. L simply nods. The two of you head back to the main room of the headquarters soon after. L sits back down in his chair in his usual manner as you throw yourself against your seat.

“I advise that you take the rest of the day off,” he hums, watching you intently. “Unless there’s something else that you need to get done immediately.” 

Need. Need, need, need. Of course you’re needy, you just drank an entire cup that was spiked with some kind of aphrodisiac. You stare back at L, his dark eyes meeting yours evenly. You lick your lips and think back to the thoughts that have been brewing in your mind all day. L’s lips on yours, his lips trailing down along your jawline, his tongue grazing a long, wet stripe up your neck…You blink seeing L wave the palm of his hand in front of your face wordlessly. 

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” he asks. You’re on him in an instant. Your hands trail up over his shoulders, arms lazily draping around his neck as you press your overheating body against his. 

“You,” you whine as you bury your face in his neck. “I need you, L.” He freezes at your admission. He tenses up ever further as you begin to press your hips harder against his in a desperate attempt to gain some friction between your legs.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t help you with that. That would be highly unprofessional of me, and,” you cut him off.

“Please.” you whimper against the pale skin of his neck. “Please. I need you, L. I can’t think straight with you standing here and not touching me.” You let out a shaky breath as you continue to shift your hips against his. L place his hands on top of your shoulders and you instantly shiver at the contact. He gently pushes you off of him with a surprising amount of strength. 

“I know, but you must understand that not only would that be unprofessional, but it would also be inappropriate. You aren’t thinking straight, and, therefore, do not have the ability to consent to this properly.” His voice doesn’t waver from its usual monotonous tone, but there is now a stern and commanding undercut to it. That only makes you need him more.

“I can!” you counter. “I can think properly, L. I promise. Please. Please, just-just help me. I’m lucid enough to consent or whatever, I swear.” Your rebuttal draws out a long winded sigh from the dark haired man. He pulls his hands away from your shoulders, letting them fall to his sides. 

“Fine. Fine,” he huffs. “I’d prefer it if you went to your room and took a cold shower instead, but, if you insist on acting this way, then I guess I have no choice.” You’re about to protest before he scoops you up in his arms and carries you upstairs to your room. He shuts the door behind him and gently places you down onto the bed before his hands come to rest on either side of your head, keeping you trapped under him. Your throat goes dry. “Are you legitimately considering having me assist you this way?” you blink at him for a moment before letting out a soft exhale of laughter through your nose.

“Is this your way of asking for my consent, L?” you muse despite the way your body clearly shakes with anticipation. 

“Yes,” he replies, the register of his voice lower than usual. You swallow nervously once you realize just how serious he is about this. 

“Then, yes. I consent.” you pant out breathlessly, spreading your legs for him. “Now, please, fuck me.” Something about those words finally elicits some form of a reaction out of the man. You can see it in the way that his eyes darken slightly, the way his body tenses on top of you. He lets out a deep, resigned breath and you can feel it in your bones.

“Alright.” He leans in and begins pressing kisses along your jawline. Your eyes widen and fuck this feels so much better than you had been imagining. You instantly tilt your head to the side in order to allow him further access. “I saw you staring at my lips earlier,” he murmurs almost absentmindedly against your warm skin. Your breath hitches as his words register in your brain. “You’re not very subtle,” he chuckles slightly. He presses another kiss to the spot right where your jaw meets your ear and you shudder. L mumbles something else, but it’s too quiet for you to hear it. Before you can ask him to repeat himself, you feel his tongue drag a long, wet stripe up your neck. You let out a soft moan and reach out to grab onto the bedsheets below you.

“L,” you whine out softly, arching your back just slightly underneath him. “Stop teasing. Need you. Right now.” L pulls himself away from your neck, peaking his head up to blink at you.

“I thought you wanted my mouth on you.” Your face flushes at just how bluntly he speaks. 

“I do, but,” you squirm slightly and lift your hips up, pressing them flush against his to emphasize your point. “I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Please, L,” you pant out, eyeing him slightly through your lashes as you continue to roll your hips up to meet his. “I can’t take it anymore.” L lets out a soft sigh before he complies, undoing the front of your pants and carefully slipping them down your legs before he presses two fingers up against your lips wordlessly. 

You quickly take his fingers into your mouth and run your tongue over them, coating his digits in saliva. L seems almost unfazed as he watches you do so. It seems more as if he’s observing you suck on his fingers than watching adamantly. L continues to push his fingers into your mouth, now watching with a strange sort of fascination as you take his fingers in deeper. You continue moving your mouth over them, making them as wet as you can before they enter you. Then, L pushes his fingers in deeper, causing you to gag just slightly as they hit the back of your throat. You immediately catch the way his eyes widen at the sound, at the sensation of you gagging around his fingers. He quickly pulls them out of your mouth as a thin string of saliva follows them soon after, connecting your bottom lip with his first two fingers. 

“I think that’s enough, yes?” His breath is a bit shakier now after that little display, and you can’t help but feel just a little bit proud of yourself for getting him to finally feel something during this. You nod vigorously and spread your legs further for him. L lets out a rough sound that seems to rip from his throat before he slides your underwear off, and tosses it somewhere vaguely alongside your pants. He presses his fingers right up against your entrance and you hiss as he rubs them in teasing circles around it. Your body feels so hot that you might just burst from this measly touch alone, and you can’t have that.

“L,” you drawl again, pathetically, needily. “Hurry up,” you whine, shifting your hips to try and take his fingers in, but he stops you. His other hand grabs a hold of your hips and pins them down to the mattress. For the first time, he grins. The quick, teasing flash of teeth makes you shiver.

“You said that you wanted me to help,” he counters. “Foreplay is a very important part of any sexual act. A sexually active adult such as yourself should know that.” And the bastard has the audacity to grin wider at that. You groan and try to push down on his fingers again, but his grip on them is too strong. His hand tightens around your hips almost like a warning. You narrow your eyes at him, opening your mouth to let out a smart retort in rebuttal before he cuts you off. Not with words, but by slowly, finally, pushing his fingers inside of you. Your eyes widen for just a moment before they shut tightly, overwhelmed by pleasure. You toss your head back and let out a soft moan as you take his fingers. The stretch is too much, too hot, too perfect. You can feel yourself burning, but L doesn’t stop. He keeps pushing his fingers in deeper and deeper, drawing out every sound he can from your lips before he’s buried up to his knuckles. “Hm. Seems as if you took my fingers pretty well,” he hums as if he were making an observation about another piece of evidence on the case instead of watching you take his fingers knuckle-deep inside your hole. You see his lips twitch slightly before his mouth curves into his signature smirk. He leans down, breath brushing against the shell of your ear, “Good.” You clamp down around his two fingers and moan out uncontrollably. He hasn’t even started moving them, and yet you’re already so overwhelmed by the sensation–the aphrodisiac almost certainly heightening your senses. You’re only able to lay there against the mattress and pant out softly, still reeling from how good it feels. And then he starts to move his hand.

“L!” you moan, arching your back off of the bed and clenching down on his fingers once more. You don’t even have to look at his face to know how pleased he is with himself.

“Yes?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. He cuts you off before you can reply, pumping his fingers in and out of out in a smooth, steady rhythm. You scream and tighten your hold on the bedsheets. 

“Fuck! Right there, L. Oh god.” You shut your eyes tight as L repeatedly hits your sweet spot over and over again relentlessly. 

You can hardly think with his fingers working inside of you like this. He somehow manages to move his fingers faster, causing you to scream out yet again. You let your mouth fall open as you continuously moan out his name. L remains silent as he watches you take in his fingers repeatedly and moan his name like it’s the only thing on your mind. After a moment, you can hear him let out a shaking breath before he pulls his fingers out of you. You gasp, quickly whining at the loss before you hear him slowly begin to fiddle with the front of his pants. Your hole clenches in anticipation, finally opening your eyes to watch him take himself out.

“God, finally,” you huff, subconsciously spreading your legs open again and running your tongue over your lips, already prepared to take him in just as deep as you took his fingers. The tent in his pants is obvious, almost bulging against the seams. It’s a wonder that you didn’t feel him press against your thighs earlier. Your whole body shakes with anticipation as he lines himself up with you, the head of his cock pressing right up against the spot where his fingers were mere minutes ago.

“Ready?” he asks with a slight tilt of his head, almost to remind you that this is still L that you’re dealing with. You let out a deep, shuddering breath and not.

“Yeah,” you swallow, “I’m ready.”

He pushes in achingly slow, but god does every inch of him burn. His cock is so warm inside you, or it could just be the aphrodisiac making you feel all these false sensations. You don’t really care anymore. Not when it feels this good. You immediately begin to clamp down around him as he pushes in, making his smooth entry inside that much tighter. You see him wince slightly before he doubles forward, the hand that was once gripping your hips now resting beside your head in order to keep himself stable.

“Too tight,” he grunts as he continues to push inside further. You’re already moaning and whining into the open air of your room as if you’re getting fucked. Your eyes flick back down before you let out an impatient noise, seeing as L is only about halfway inside you. “Relax,” he commands softly, but there’s a sharp edge to his voice. You do as you’re told, relaxing yourself as best as you can to make it easier for him to bury himself further. 

After a few ragged breaths, L pushes in all the way. You scream out again as he buries himself all the way to the hilt, his pelvis pressing right up against yours. The feeling of skin to skin feels scorching hot. Despite that, your brain tells you to keep going, keep pushing. You push yourself against L’s cock, attempting to fuck yourself on it while underneath him. L lets out a breathy laugh as he watches before his hands slowly trail down to hold your hips again.

“Eager, are we?” he teases, holding your hips still. You whine and continue to push down on him but to no avail. “Use your words. Tell me how badly you want it. I need your confession before I can continue.” You almost want to sock him for still using his detective language during sex. You would, if it wasn’t so damn hot.

“Please,” you plead through your own ragged breaths. “God, L, you don’t understand how badly I need this. I can’t. I need you to fuck me right now or else I might actually die. Please.”

“Tch. That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it?”

“Shut up and just fuck me already!” you hiss. His cock twitches inside you, but from what, you have no clue. He turns his head to the side and huffs.

“Fine.”

Your eyes roll back as he immediately starts to ram into you. His pace is relentless and gives you no time to recover or process how hard he’s slamming his hips against yours. Your whole body burns hot with need even as he pushes his entire length in and out of you repeatedly with seemingly no end in sight. He’s chasing his own pleasure as much as he’s chasing yours. 

“Ah! Yes! Fuck, right there, L. Don’t stop!” you shout, tilting your head back and letting out a wanton moan. L drives deeper into you, his grip on your hips tightening.

“You’re very loud, you know that?” he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear as he lets out a few pants of his own.

“Y-You’re too damn quiet,” you retort. L counters you by grabbing the underside of your thighs and lifting them higher before he rams his cock into you harder, the new angle allowing him to drive even deeper than before. You scream and clench down hot and tight around him. “Fuck! L-L, don’t stop. Feels so good. Don’t stop.” L doesn’t respond, but he listens intently as he continues to pound into you. Heat pools in your gut as you listen to the symphony of L’s ragged breaths and soft moans accompanying the sound of his pale skin slamming against your own. The two of you get into a cycle: him slamming his cock into you hard and fast, you squeezing your walls around him tightly, and him twitching inside you. Every sensation, every sound, turns your brain into mush. You can’t think of anything else except how good everything feels. “L. L, oh god, I’m close. I’m so close, please. Keep going.” L eyes you oddly for a moment.

“Already?” You moan and clamp down on his cock, and that gives him all the answers he needs. “Fuck,” he curses underneath his breath, and your breath hitches. Hearing him swear in that low voice of his makes you shiver. L, the world’s top three detectives, and the most affluent man that you know, now has nothing in his brain and can’t think of anything appropriate to say. He’s just as gone as you are, and damn if that thought doesn’t almost make you cum on the spot. “Alright. Cum for me. Let me feel how much you’ve needed me. Show me that this was worth throwing out all my morals for.” You moan again at the low vibrato of his voice as he keeps bucking his hips against yours. Your walls clench around him one final time before you cum, moaning out his name like a prayer as you do. L watches breathlessly, wordlessly, as you cum on his cock. Your back arches off the mattress. Your hips twitch violently with the sheer force of your orgasm. It shatters your mind, turning your brain from mush into pure liquid. You pant out softly as you try to come down from your orgasm, taking in sharp breaths. L stares at you as your chest heaves up and down as you attempt to regain your breath. The burning of need still persists, even after you’ve cum. The aphrodisiac hasn’t worn off. You look up at L and smile slightly.

“Round two?”

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You perk your head up once you hear the door to your bedroom swing open. Your eyes immediately meet those of your blonde haired boyfriend. You smile, opening your mouth to greet him before he strides over in one smooth motion and smashes his lips against yours. Your eyes immediately flutter shut as you melt into the kiss and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Mello maneuvers you and pushes you down onto the bed, lips working against yours like a man starved. It’s rough, yet so deep and passionate. He finally lets you pull away for air after a moment and stares at your flushed state as you let out small pants from your kiss-swollen lips.

“I take it the mission went well?” You grin as you look up at Mello, his blue eyes almost blackened with how dilated his pupils are. It takes him a minute before he clears his throat and nods.

“Yeah,” he replies, his voice a bit gruff. “Yeah. Went great.” He dives back in and captures your lips in his, although it’s not as hard this time. He slips his tongue between your lips, and you part your mouth open to allow his intrusion, working you open like he’s claiming some sort of prize. You moan into his mouth and almost immediately feel him harden against your thigh. You pull away and let out a soft chuckle.

“Jesus, Mello. How pent up are you?” He turns his head and scoffs.

“Doesn’t matter,” he grunts out before kissing you again, his hands trailing down to grip onto your hips. You hum as he presses his mouth harder against yours, deeper. You spread your legs for him as he pulls you closer, settling in right between your legs. His growing erection presses flush against the aching heat between your legs and he grinds his hips upwards, forcing a gasp from your lips which he quickly overtakes with his own mouth. Mello continues to grind into you, rolling his hips slowly and forcing you to feel every single inch of his clothed length. He reluctantly pulls away from your lips and dips his head down, his lips brushing right up against your ear. “You feel that, sweetheart?” he mutters lowly. “You feel hard I am for you?” Your whole body shudders as you nod.

“Yeah. I can feel you, Mells.” You’re already breathless somehow, completely undone by just a few kisses and the teasing roll of his hips. Mello chuckles low in your ear, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Look at you. Panting out like I’ve already fucked you.” You can hear the grin in his voice clear as day. “Maybe you’re the one that’s all pent up, baby,” he teases and grinds his hips into yours again, eliciting another gasp from you before you can retort back. He chuckles again as he watches you slowly come apart in his hands. “You look so pretty like this, you know that? You keep squirming against me as if I’m inside of you.” You close your eyes, almost imagining his words behind your eyelids as you moan softly. “Yeah, that’s right,” he purrs, rolling his hips harder into yours. “Imagine it all you want, but it’ll never beat the real thing, baby. You know that.” He presses a kiss against your jaw right below your ear. “Your imagination can’t take into account how deep you can take me, how hard you can take me.” He moves his hips against yours just to prove his point, and you moan in response. 

“Mello, please,” you gasp, back arching under all the sensations. Mello hums, only half satisfied with your plea.

“Please?” he repeats, almost mockingly. He chuckles and shakes his head. “You know how much I love that word, baby, but it means nothing to me if you’re not using it properly.” He pulls your hips even closer to his somehow. He speaks right into your ear. “So go on. Beg for me, sweetheart.” You whimper and slowly flutter your eyes open to look up at him. 

“Please, Mello. I need you to fuck me. Now. I miss you. I miss feeling you inside me. Please.” You look at him through your lashes, your eyes darkened with hunger, with need. Mello lets out a swear under his breath, his composure already breaking at the sight of you begging for him.

“I’ve missed you too,” he murmurs too quickly against your ear before he pulls back. Mello lets go of your hips to slip your pants down. His trembling breath runs hot against your skin as he watches his hands run over your bare thighs with fascination. He squeezes one of his hands around your thigh and you gasp. 

“Y-You too, asshole. That’s not fair,” you grumble, narrowing your eyes at him slightly. His lips twitch as he allows himself to smirk just this once.

“Alright, alright. I hear you, princess.” Mello removes his hands from your thighs and works open his pants. He quickly takes himself out and pushes the head of his cock against your entrance. “You think you can take me like this? Right now?” he rubs himself over your entrance, but never pushes in. You whine and roll your hips up at his teasing. He lets out a rough laugh and squeezes your thigh. The low rumble sends a chill down your spine. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He spits on his hand and begins to stroke himself slowly. “You ready, baby?” he grins as he hovers over you. You nod almost immediately and spread your legs further. “Good.” In one, smooth movement, he presses the tip inside you slowly. You gasp and arch your back off the mattress, your hands clench into fists and tug onto the sheets below you. 

“Oh god, Mello.”

“That’s it,” he grits out, pushing his cock in deeper. “Say my name, baby. Just like that,” he growls. You can feel him pulse inside you with every inch that he pushes in. You roll your hips up, trying to take him deeper. “Hold still,” he commands low and gruff in your ear. You obey immediately, letting your hips fall down onto the mattress as he pushes all the way in. You scream, taking him all the way to the base. Mello lets out a low grunt in response, gripping on to your thighs like a vice. “Fuck, baby. Take it.” And you do. You lay there and pant out as you feel Mello throb inside you. The blonde man trails kisses down your neck as he waits to bottom out. He lets out a breathy swear as he feels your walls squeeze down around his cock. You can feel how hard he’s holding back from ramming into you–his shoulders are tense, his movements are stiff. “Christ. Such an eager little thing, aren’t you?” Every word makes your breath hitch. 

“God. Fuck me, Mello. Please. I can take it,” you rasp out. Mello grunts against your neck.

“You want me to fuck you? Now?” You nod.

“Please. I need it. I need you so badly, baby. Please,” you plead with him, tilting your head to the side. He shudders, and you can feel the effect your words have on him as he lets out a shaking breath. Mello says nothing before he squeezes your thighs and starts moving, driving his cock in deeper. You gasp, head dipping back as you let out a choked moan. “Fuck! Mello!” He doesn’t answer, continuing to ram his cock into you over and over again just to make you scream. “Ah! Right there! Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop.” Every movement of his hips draws another string of filth from your lips, only giving him more incentive to fuck you harder, rougher. You can feel his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. You let out a soft moan, imagining the bruises that will almost definitely form there afterwards. 

“You take me so well, sweetheart,” he praises gruffly. His breath is hot and heavy against your neck. You whimper and tilt your head further, offering the skin of your neck up to the man on top of you. He grins wickedly. “So good for me. You already know what to do.” Without further instruction, he bites down on your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin there. You cry out as you succumb to the dual sensations. You feel overwhelmed with Mello’s presence as he marks the skin of your neck with his teeth and slams his hips against yours. “So fucking tight just for me,” he growls, his voice sharp as sharp as his teeth as he rams into you harder, the sinful sound of skin against skin echoing through the room. “Isn’t that right?” You shut your eyes and moan out for him, nodding eagerly.

“Yes. Yes,” you babble out breathlessly. “Just for you, Mello. Only you. ‘M all yours.” He lifts your legs up to wrap them around his waist before he instantly pushes back inside you deeper. You gasp, clamping down around his cock tighter as your body becomes pliant in his hands. “Ah! Oh fuck.”

“That feel good? Huh?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, doesn’t expect one. Your wanton moans and the way your hole clenches down on him already tells him everything he needs to know. Mello grins and laps at one of the bright red marks that’s been painted on your neck. “Good. Keep moaning like that. Let everyone know that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” You gasp and clamp down tighter around him. Every word, every slam of his hips against yours brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Oh god,” you pant out. Mello leans down, continuing to bite and lap at your neck as he continues to drive his cock against that one spot that makes you scream. You lock your legs around his waist and pull him in closer, forcing him to keep fucking into you. “I’m close, Mello. I’m so close. Please.” Your voice wavers as you try to plead out to the man on top of you. He only bites down harder on your neck in response. You gasp and writhe under him. “Mello, please. Can I cum?” Mello finally pulls away and runs his tongue up your neck before his lips brush against your ear.

“Yeah. Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock,” he growls low in your ear. “Now.” 

You shut your eyes tight as your orgasm takes over, waves of pleasure crashing over your body as Mello continues to fuck you through it. Your thighs shake around him violently as you cum. You lie there for a moment to try and regain your breath only to realize two things: One, Mello hasn’t cum yet, and two, he’s still thrusting into you. Your eyes flash open before they’re immediately met with Mello’s sharp gaze. Your breath hitches in your throat as he grins down at you, thrusting his hips brutally, now chasing his own pleasure after having given yours. 

“Oh? You didn’t think I was going to stop, did you?” he teases, pounding right into your sweet spot over and over again just to make you scream out. Your body thrashes under his, overstimulated beyond relief. 

“Ah! Mello! T-Too much. I can’t-I can’t think.” Even as the words leave your mouth, you’re not even sure if you’ve said them. Every nerve in your body is alight as Mello forces you into another approaching orgasm. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably as he grips your hips and presses them down into the mattress, making you take every inch of him repeatedly. “Mello! Mello! Fuck!” He chuckles low in your ear. 

“That’s it. Scream for me. Take every fucking inch of me.” A shudder ripples through your body. Your thighs and your core feel like they’re on fire. It’s simultaneously too much, and not enough.

“Please, Mello. I can’t. I can’t take any more,” you rasp out pathetically underneath him, but to no avail. 

“Yes you can.” His voice is low and commanding in response. The words are more of an order than a suggestion, sounding more like “you will” than “you can”. You squeeze your walls around him unconsciously, too lost to even object anymore. “Fuck,” he hisses underneath his breath. “Keep doing that.” You can’t find it in you to deny him as you continuously clench down around his cock. You lie there as still as you can manage and just let him take. Mello doesn’t relent. Not once. He drives into you over and over as if he’s taking all of his pent up stress and frustration out on your hole. You’re a mess at this point, already approaching your second orgasm of the night. You moan and whine out under him, giving him the reins and just letting him run with it. He curses under his breath again before he leans back down, his voice right next to your ear. “Cum for me. Again. I know you’re close, baby. You can do it.” 

You pant out and squeeze down around him one final time. Mello finishes not long after, letting out a low moan as he comes inside of you. He pants out and slowly pushes your legs away from his waist, setting them down on the bed. You look up at him, completely flushed and wrecked from the force of your two orgasms. His lips twitch into a small, self-satisfied grin before he surges down and captures your lips in his. You immediately melt against his lips, letting his lips and tongue roam over every inch of your mouth. The kiss is slow, and much more gentle in comparison to Mello’s earlier ministrations. He pulls away after some time, his gaze softening as he takes in your wrecked state. He lets out a deep breath before he slowly pulls out of you. You hiss, absentmindedly clamping down around nothing as he settles beside you. Mello says nothing as he lies down beside you, watching your chest rise up and down from the corner of his eye. Once your breathing finally slows and you begin to drift off, his hand finds yours before he holds it gently.