ex-bf!light who swears he doesn’t give a fuck about you. everyone who asks gets the same answer: he’s so over you. he’s so much better off without you. he couldn’t be happier that you broke up with him.
but he’s not telling anyone about how every time he finds out you’ve been on a date with someone else, he’s calling you that same night. it’s his little secret, how he picks a fight just to hear you get all huffy and worked up.
even you don’t know that he’s jerking himself off while you argue and borderline yell at him to leave you the fuck alone. he knows deep down you like it though. if you didn't, why would you keep taking his calls?
thinking about your first date with matsuda
cw: nsfw (18+), smut implied, fem!reader
matsuda never expected to get this far on your first date.
when he first asked you out, he didn’t even think you’d say yes. he'd stumbled over his words, couldn't keep his eyes from darting between you and the floor, and couldn't stop the heat flooding into his cheeks. but instead of rejection, he was met with your pretty smile and sweet voice telling him "sure! i'm free this friday!" he couldn't believe his luck.
he planned everything out in his head, down to the last detail. he’d pick you up at 6, take you to a movie, go to dinner afterwards, and then drop you off back at your place. if he was truly lucky, you'd hold his hand on the way out of the restaurant or kiss him good night before closing the door to your place behind you.
what he did not expect from the end of the night was your hand sliding into his lap as he put his car in park outside your building.
his eyes widened, mind desperately looking for a way to configure this as an accident. your movements were anything but accidental though. the warm flat of your palm slid over his thigh until it found what you wanted. your fingers curled around the flaccid outline of his cock without hesitation.
he jolted in his seat, hips bucking hard beneath your hand.
"woah!" he choked out. he cleared his throat and tried to play his shock down with some awkward laughter. "i- i- uhh- what're you doing?" he asked. it wasn't that he didn't like this, but never in a million years would he have thought you to be so forward.
you giggled softly before leaning over the center console a little. "i just... don't want our date to end just yet. tonight has been so fun."
he nodded. "yeah, it totally has! but-"
you cut his rambling short with a kiss. your soft lips pressed against his and all of that shock and awe vanished. instead of getting in his own way, he accepted that for some reason he hit the jackpot tonight. his hand cupped your face and pulled you in a little closer just as he felt your fingers pop the buttons on his fly.
"i thought we'd never get to do this," you mumbled into his mouth.
you pulled back a few inches to work on getting his dick out. he helped you the best he could, but your words had caused a stumble in his brain. with lust-blown pupils and lidded eyes, he asked "you've been thinking about this too?"
you bit your lip, looking a little shy. "you don't have to be humble. i know i was so obvious about it," you said. "i just couldn't stop thinking about you. i couldn't believe you actually asked me out."
your hand grabbed his cock and began to stroke. matsuda moaned before letting his head fall back against the headrest. his eyes fluttered shut.
he could only wonder how he manages to keep his job as an investigator when he's apparently so, totally clueless.
Hii this is maybe a hyper specific request but could I request something for a reader who is on the Kira task force and in a relationship with Matsuda but also like besties with Aizawa? Idk I just love them both and neither of them get enough attention 😭
༒︎ Conflict of Interest ༒︎
Includes - Touta Matsuda & Shuichi Aizawa
Content Warnings - N/A
Notes - This dynamic is so crazy lol. Love them <3
It's another day at headquarters. You sit down on the couch in the main lobby and shuffle through more papers. More criminals, politicians, and other business officials have been found dead and it's only been a week. You sigh deeply and organize each of the reports by the crime committed, your brain already hardwired into "work mode" before you feel someone poke your shoulder. You set down the papers in your hands and look up to find Aizawa staring back at you.
"Hey, can you tell your boyfriend to stop being such a clutz?”
His words catch you off guard. You blink up at the older man and slightly tilt your head to the side, the smallest of smiles tugging at your lips.
“What’d he do now?”
“I went into the kitchen this morning, and there was sugar all over the counter, as well as a few coffee stains,” Aizawa grumbles, very obviously reliving his encounter from this morning. You chuckle and shake your head.
“You know he can’t help it, Aizawa.”
“Still.” The man huffs from deep within his chest before he takes a seat on the couch beside you. “Would it kill him to have his brain function like a basic human being?”
“Hey, don’t be like that.” You elbow him playfully. All he does is roll his eyes and run a hand through his hair.
“The things I let slide because of your relationship, I swear.” Though he sounds exasperated, you can see him smiling. You scoff half-heartedly at his jab.
Just as you’re about to fire back at him, your boyfriend makes his way over to the couch. His hair is a mess, his tie is half done, and papers are strewn about as he clutches them to his chest.
“Speaking of the devil…” Aizawa mutters underneath his breath.
“ Hi, honey!" Matsuda grins and eagerly sits down beside you, setting down his messy stack of papers beside yours as well. You run your fingers through his messy hair to flatten it down and help fix his tie before kissing his cheek.
"Hi." You smile back at him and catch a glimpse of Aizawa's cold stare out of the corner of your eye. Matsuda, however, does not seem to notice. The smile on your face remains as you very obviously clear your throat, trying to get Matsuda's attention over to Aizawa who continues to stare at him sternly. The older man looks almost like a disappointed parent with the way he's sat: arms crossed over his chest and brows furrowed together.
Matsuda stares back at you with slight confusion before you motion your head towards Aizawa. Your boyfriend looks even more confused as his looks over at him.
"What's wrong?" Matsuda asks. You swear you can see Aizawa's eye twitch.
"Learn how to clean up after yourself!" Matsuda winces a bit as Aizawa raises his voice. "I was in the kitchen about to set my mug down only to find sugar and coffee stains all over the counter!"
"Sorry, sorry!" Matsuda waves his hands around in a feutal attempt to calm Aizawa down. "I was in a bit of a rush this morning since L finally gave me something to do that wasn't just paperwork or giving him coffee."
Aizawa says nothing, but his demeanor does soften a bit. You both know that the rest of the task force, especially L, can be incredibly hard on Matsuda at times, often seeing as more of a nuisance rather than participating member of their team. You lean in closer and gently pat Matsuda's hand, smiling up softly at him.
"That's great, honey. I'm so happy for you."
"While that is great and all," Aizawa sighs deeply and leans back against the couch before eyeing Matsuda, "you still have to clean that up now that you're done." Matsuda bolts up from the couch and nods.
"I-I know! I'll go clean it up right now." He rushes off to the kitchen, and you can't help but chuckle to yourself. You get up from the couch and well and look back at Aizawa before he can make any comments.
"I'm going to go help him before he makes even more of a mess."
He doesn't say anything, but the large grin on his face suggests that he's holding back whatever joke he has as best as he can.
Summary: As the Kira investigation continues, L slowly falls in love for the first time in his life. But when the person closest to him suddenly dies, L is left with only one conclusion. Kira was responsible. How will L solve the case when the one he wanted to protect is already gone?
⋆.˚🍰 Characters: FemReader x L, Soichiro Yagami, Shuichi Aizawa, Touta Matsuda, Kanzo Mogi, Light Yagami while Hirokazu Ukita, Watari, Kyosuke Higuchi and Misa Amane are mentioned.
⋆.˚🍰 A/N: this is the requested fics!! i honestly had sm fun writing this one, it was quite hard writting L as someone who dates so pls don't mind if he's acting ooc 😭😭, but anyways enjoy!!! :ddd
You never thought you'd date the world’s greatest detective, L. He wasn't even your type, he isn't even what people would call “boyfriend material” either. He slept like a bat, ate sugar everyday like it was his last day on earth, and stared at people for so long it felt less like eye contact and more like being investigated for a crime you didn’t remember committing. Even most conversations with him felt less like conversations and more like psychological evaluations. You never imagined someone as logical as L could truly love someone. Or trust someone, for that matter. He viewed the world through deductions and probabilities. Emotions always seemed secondary to him.. unnecessary, even..
But yet here are both of you, side by side, shoulders touching. The soft glow of computer screens illuminated the dark headquarters while rain continued to pour outside. Papers were scattered across the table, cold coffee sat forgotten beside reports, and somewhere behind you was Matsuda, slumped awkwardly across the couch with papers stuck to his face. Aizawa had fallen asleep at the table, arms crossed tightly against his chest, Mogi was somehow in the same position as Aizawa. Soichiro’s head rested against the chair behind him, exhaustion finally catching up to him.
Unlike the others though, Light had gone to his room hours ago. As hardworking as Light was, he was also disciplined when it came to himself. While the rest of the task force destroyed their sleep schedules to chase Kira, he actually understood the concept of basic human health.
L remained focused on the screen before him, thumb pressed lightly against his lower lip as he read through another stack of files. Your eyes drifted to him.
Messy black hair with dark circles beneath his eyes. Bare feet tucked beneath him on the chair. Occasionally hearing some thoughtful hums from him.
For a moment, you simply watched him. And somehow, your mind drifted back to the first time you met him.
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“I am L.”
THIS was the world’s greatest detective?
..was the first thing you remember thinking when you saw him, judging by the expressions on your coworkers’ faces, you clearly weren’t the only one thinking it. After you, and your coworkers showed your IDs and introduced yourself to L. He suddenly raised his hand, pointing to your group as his fingers shaped like a gun.
“Bang!” L said flatly.
“Huh… what the hell was that!?”
“If I were Kira you'd be dead, Mr. Soichiro Yagami, Chief of the NPA.” L said in a matter of fact.
Working with L was one of the strangest experiences of your life. One second he was pointing finger guns at everyone like an overgrown child, and the next he was calmly dissecting Kira’s psychology. As L, ahem.. Ryuzaki explained how Kira was childish and hated losing, the entire room fell silent listening to him. Somehow, every theory connected perfectly. When he was asked what would happen if the media stopped revealing criminals’ names, from deducting that Kira was manipulating criminals to test the limits of his abilities before killing the FBI agents, every deduction painted Kira as someone intelligent, egoistical, and close to the investigation itself. And when Ryuzaki finally admitted that by revealing himself he had already “lost the battle” against Kira but refused to lose the war, you found yourself staring at him differently than before. He was someone genuinely willing to risk his life to stop Kira, no matter the cost.
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After L revealed himself to the task force, you started working with him directly almost every day. It was honestly exhausting trying to keep up with him. His thought process just moved.. too fast, you weren't that intelligent enough to keep up with him but you still tried your best. His conversations jumped from one topic to another without warning. Most of the task force would eventually give up for the night and straight up sleep on the spot. But since your sleep schedule is just as horrible as his, night after night, the two of you would remain awake alone in headquarters, illuminated only by the glow of computer screens and the quiet static from the surveillance feeds. Sometimes hours would pass in silence except for the occasional thoughtful hum from L as he analyzed footage. Other times, he’d randomly ask strange questions as though discussing the weather.
“Do you think boredom is enough reason for someone to become evil?” he suddenly asked one night, eyes still fixed on the monitors.
You pulled your attention away from the surveillance feed. “Is that your way of trying to start a conversation?”
“Well.. yes.”
You giggled before shaking your head as you answered him. “I think boredom just removes distractions,” you said quietly. “Most people spend their lives too busy surviving, studying or working. But when someone suddenly gains power or control with nothing holding them back.” Your eyes drifted back toward the monitor. “That’s when their real mindset shows.” You continued. “When a person convinces themselves that only their judgment matters, they stop seeing other people as people. They start seeing them as obstacles or maybe even tools. And once someone reaches that point, hurting others becomes easy because they think the outcome justifies it.”
You turned your head towards him, since you wanted to see what his reaction was to your answer and immediately flinched back a bit. Wide, black and dark eyes meet your glaze, he rubbed his thumb on his lower lip thoughtfully.
“You understand Kira surprisingly well..” he murmured.
“Huh? That was about Kira?” you tilted your head.
“Hmm well.. Yeah.. ” he took a sip of his coffee. “I'm surprised you didn't know..”
“Was I supposed to?”
L paused slightly, as if genuinely considering the question. “Yes.”
“Feels like you should’ve specified it..”
“I assumed it was obvious.”
“Whatever! Enough about conversations about the cases though!” you leaned back and crossed your arms.
“Soo, you're ending the conversation?”
“Well yeah, for my well-being..”
Silence settled between you for a moment, before L spoke again. “Then what would you prefer to discuss?”
You actually thought about it because talking to L never stayed simple. It always turned into analysis, or psychology, or something that felt like you were being quietly evaluated under a microscope.
“Normal things?” you said cautiously.
“Define normal.”
You sighed. “I don’t know, maybe… anything that isn’t Kira-related.” you said finally.
“That removes most of my interests.”
“Seriously?” you sighed before an idea popped into your mind and smiled teasingly.
“Oookay then.. What about.. your preference in women? You wiggled your eyebrows teasingly. “or men if you're into them too..”
“Preference..?” L repeated
“Yup, like… do you prefer blondes or brunettes. More into shy or bold girls.. You know, those types of things!!” you look at him expectingly.
“Hmm.. I suppose I don't have one. It never crossed my mind nor was it interesting enough for me to even think about it..” L answered.
“So you’re telling me you’ve never even thought about it?”
“No.”
“Not even the tiniest once?”
“No.”
“Oh c'mon really? Maybe you're just lying.. Or maybe you just have a weird taste.. C'mon tell me! Promise I won't judge!!”
“You talk as if having preference is required..” L looked at you through the corner of his eye.
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. “I mean, no.. It's just.. most people just have them”
“I do not operate based on most people, and you know that..” he replied.
You groaned softly. “Right. Of course you don’t.”
A silence lingered between you again. The monitors flickered softly in the background, rain tapping against the windows like a metronome.
“You're such an Enigma, Ryuzaki… seriously I don't think I've ever met anyone like you—”
You freeze slightly as you feel something heavy landing on your shoulder. “R.. Ryuzaki?”
There, Ryuzaki fell asleep, his cheeks pressing against your shoulder, his messy black hair fell slightly over his eyes, and his usual tense posture had softened completely. You didn't even move a single muscle, afraid that even the slightest move could wake him up. Eventually, your tense posture slightly softened as you also felt your eyelids getting heavy. “You’re going to give me a backache like this, you know…Not that I mind.”
You carefully wrapped him with a blanket nearby as you carefully leaned your head on his too.
“Sweet dreams, Ryuzaki..”
You still remember that night clearly when both of you were woken up with the flash of Matsuda's cellphone when he was trying to take a picture of the both of you.
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You didn’t really notice when it stopped being “working with L” and started becoming something else. Sure… maybe you were the one who spent more time with him due to both of your sleeping schedules being horrible and having conversations that weren't related to the case but oh boy, you knew you were fucked up the moment you started looking forward to nights you told yourself were supposed to be “just work.”, how you found yourself wanting his approval more than you were willing to admit, how you caught yourself smiling at the smallest things he did even something as simple as a quiet “hm,” or the way he tilted his head when he was thinking.. And the absolute worst one was when you stopped noticing that you were tired just to stay awake a little longer if it meant he stayed too.
You realized you enjoyed being with L, you want to listen to him more, talk to him more.
You like him. No, rather, you love him.
But this was really bad timing too. You are here to catch Kira, not to catch feelings, plus what would L even say about this?
“Ms. Y/n… is there something wrong?” L suddenly asked, snapping you from your thoughts.
“What? No—no, I’m fine.” you said quickly, your face was heating up as you avoided his gaze. This reaction would of course make L raise his non existing eyebrow. “Are you hiding something..?”
Your eyes snapped back to him. “I’m not—”
“You looked away faster than usual..” he continued, as if you hadn’t spoken. “Not to mention your heartbeat is beating so fast I could practically hear it from here…”
“You can’t just.. ugh.. read me like that.”
“I can though..” he replied calmly.
“That’s not the point!”
“Then what is the point?” he asked.
Your brain short-circuited for a second. Because how were you supposed to say that the point is I just realized I’m in love with you and I’m actively trying not to explode in front of you without actually saying it?
Your fist clenched on your lap. This was L. Lying to him would be pointless, he could see right through you like a transparent glass. And somehow, like he could sense where this was going. L shifted slightly in his chair.
“If you are simply tired, you should rest.. There is no need to continue this conversation—"
“No.” you cut in softly, tugging on his sleeve lightly. “I… I like you.. Ryuzaki.. I-I know this is b-bad timing and—”
“I understand..” L interrupted.
”Huh..?” you whispered.
“I said I understand,” he repeated.
Your grip on his sleeve loosened slightly without you noticing.
“I am aware of what you are implying,” he continued. “And I am aware of the potential consequences of that implication.”
Your heart was beating too fast now. “Then—”
“This would interfere with the investigation..” L cut in again. “And your judgment may be affected.. And mine as well.”
“Right..” you murmured after a moment, forcing your hand to fully let go of his sleeve.
Of course. It made sense. This was L after all, you didn't even know what you were expecting. You turned slightly back toward the monitors, pretending the surveillance feed suddenly required your full attention.
“Forget I said anything.. I'm sorry for letting my emotions get the best of me..” you added quietly.
“Yes...” L replied.
Somehow L's answer to your confession made your body feel heavier than normal. The exhaustion you've been ignoring all day finally caught up with you. Your eyelids felt heavy as you eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, you woke up groaning. But smiling comfortably like an idiot. You shifted a little, rubbing your cheek against whatever had been supporting you as you slept. “…Mm…”
“I see you're finally awake, Ms. Y/n.”
Your eyes snapped open instantly, because that voice.. It was L.
You froze before slowly and painfully, you tilted your head up. He looked down at you curiously. You immediately flinched away as if he was fire that burned you. “R-Ryyzaki!? I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, I swear I was just— I don’t even know when I—”
“It's fine. Please calm yourself.” L said calmly as he continued eating his unfinished cake.
L really confused you, because yesterday he had cut you off, saying that it would interfere with the investigation, practically shutting the whole thing down, so in your mind that was a clear rejection. Why didn’t he move you? Why didn’t he treat it like a problem he needed to remove like he always did with anything that could disrupt the case? Your hands tightened in your lap as you finally spoke again, seriously. “Ryuzaki… you’re confusing me. Yesterday you said this would interfere with the investigation, like I was a distraction you needed to avoid, but your actions don’t match that at all. You didn’t push me away.. Why?” you swallowed hard. “If you really meant what you said yesterday then please, push me away. Or else I might get the wrong idea.”
He was silent for a moment as if he’s thinking thoughtfully about what he should say next before he finally spoke. “I can say many things if I believe they are necessary. I could even lie to you with words if it helps the investigation. But my actions are harder to falsify.” He stirred his coffee. “And I didn’t move you away because, despite what I said, you are not the disruption I need to eliminate. It was a lie. In fact, your presence being a ‘distraction’ is… one of the less significant problems I am dealing with.” Your eyes widened at this, but before you could say anything he spoke once more.
“You should understand something clearly.. being with me puts you in immediate danger, especially in the Kira case.” You then saw his eyes looking around before continuing. “You should assume there are eyes closer than we think. If I allow personal attachment, you would become a weakness. My weakness.” He took s sip of his coffee “That is why I rejected the idea of you being close to me in the way you are implying.” His fingers tightened slightly around the cup. “It is not because you are a distraction… but rather.. I do not want you hurt because of something that begins with me.”
Silence lingered, L then looked at you as if expecting you to saying something after that, but he was just met with adoring, sparking eyes, your hands covering your mouth in awe. “So.. you didn’t reject me because you didn’t like me but because.. you wanted to protect me..?”
“Well I suppose yes..”
You can’t even stop yourself as you throw your arms around his neck, throwing him off caught, he had to grab the table to prevent the both of you from falling. After that he raised both his hands up, like he’s unsure where to put his hands.
”I.. I’m really glad. I thought I was bothering you, a hassle. But..” you can’t help it as your eyes get watery, the relief hitting you all at once. “I thought I ruined everything.. I honestly thought you'd be more cold to me after I confessed..”
L seemingly did not know what to do, now that you were crying, he didn’t say anything. You didn’t expect him to. You just continued to hug him, your ear pressed against his chest, hearing his soft heartbeat gave you comfort. It was quiet again, except for your soft sniffles fading in and out as you tried to calm yourself down, L remained still at first, then, little by little, the tension in his posture eased. Almost cautiously, he gently placed his hand on your head. His other hand eventually wrapped around your waist as both of you became one in that moment.
“Hurting you was never my intention… I apologize, I just want you to be safe..” You heard L whisper next to your ear.
And that was how you and L started dating, even though both of you agreed to not tell anyone at all. The task force came and went like usual. Mogi barely spoke, Matsuda talked too much, the Chief stayed focused. Everything continued as it is, because that was the agreement. Because sometimes, when no one was looking too closely, L’s hand would rest just a little closer to yours than necessary or your shoulder would brush his and neither of you would move away immediately.
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The investigation finally reached its peak, plans that L and Light worked on were set into motion, and for the first time in a long time, there was actual movement and actual answers, and then it finally happened. They caught Kyosuke Higuchi, or most commonly known as Kira.
You remember standing there in silence, watching it settle in. Kira had been caught. The fear that had controlled the entire investigation for so long finally had a name, a face, and a captured body. Relief hit you. It’s done. For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to breathe normally.
It’s finally done.
You looked at the helicopter where L was in, you wish you could see his reaction. The two of you can finally be together without L being so cautious of his surroundings.
Kira was gone. That was what mattered.
…Or so you thought.
Because not long after, you and the other guys were finally arresting Higuchi, guiding him to the car, suddenly died of a heart attack.
Just like before, like Kira’s victims.
The relief you had just started to feel disappeared instantly, replaced by that familiar sinking feeling in your stomach.
Was Higuri not Kira then? No that can’t be, it was confirmed it was him.. he just said that he used a notebook of death to kill people. There was solid evidence.
The “end” you had felt only minutes ago collapsed completely. Kira was still out there, and the case was far from finished.
And that’s how the investigation continued up until now.
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“Is something bothering you?”
L’s voice snapped you back to reality, as your memories faded. “Ah.. it's nothing, just thinking about the case..” you smiled.
L studied you for a moment before he stood up, shoving his hands in his pocket. “Why don’t we continue this investigation in my room..?”
“Your room?” You repeated.
”Mhm, it will be much more private and.. I have something to tell you, so please follow me..” he turned his back to you as he walked, expecting you to follow him. You eventually stood up and followed him behind. Well.. it's good now that both of you can finally have some alone time together since both of you couldn't do much when he was chained to Light.
He opened the door, letting you in first as he locked the door behind him. The two of you went straight back into the investigation, reviewing notes and connecting details across the case, the glow of the screens reflecting in the dim room as L sat curled in his chair, already analyzing patterns as usual. As you were working, he suddenly pushed his unfinished cake slightly toward you. “Cake..?” He tilted his head.
”Thanks..” you took a bite, humming in satisfaction. You noticed L looking at you, sucking his index finger. You tilted your head at that. “Is something wrong..?”
”Your face..” he simply said.
”Uhh.. what about my face..?”
He didn’t say anything and just leaned onward, grabbing your wrist. “Huh..” and before you knew it, he licked the icing that was sticking off the side of your mouth. You froze, then you felt your whole face burning.
“W—wait—” you blurted, immediately pulling back so fast your chair squeaked. Your hand flew to your mouth, eyes wide. “R-Ryuzaki!? What was that?!”
”You had icing on your face, I simply removed the icing..”
“Jesus— I know that, Ryuzaki… I just didn’t know you could be bold like that. After all, I feel like physical touch would be the least of your love language..” You slowly dragged your chair next to him again.
“Bold? What do you mean bold I just simply wiped the icing...” he asked innocently but he seems to actually be teasing you.
“Yeah.. With your tongue… you could’ve just told me you know..”
“Yes I could have..”
That made one of your eye brows raise. “Then why didn't you..?”
“Perhaps, I just wanted to find an excuse to do that..” he shrugged.
You paused for a second, just straight up looking at him with disbelief before chuckling. “Ryuzaki… you silly dude..” you said, shaking your head. “You do realize we are dating, right?”
“Yes.” L replied.
“So you don’t need to find an excuse just to do things like that, you could just… I don’t know… ask me.” you continued, still smiling. But the embarrassment is still there.
“Hmm, ask you? ” he repeated quietly.
“Yeah..” you nodded. “Like a normal boyfriend would.” you said despite knowing the fact that he's anything but normal.
He then leaned in forward for a bit now. “If I ask, will you not refuse?”
“I mean, if you ask, I won’t refuse. That’s kind of the point of being in a relationship, Ryuzaki.” you blushed and smiled, all of a sudden you can't look him in the eye, your gaze drifting to your hand what was resting on your lap.
It only really hit you how little “physical” your relationship with L actually was. The most physical it ever got was simple things—that one time when you hugged him once or ended up sleeping on each other's shoulder during nights of investigation. But despite the lack of physical intimacy you never really felt like anything was missing. You were already content just being beside him or listening to him about the case. That has always been enough for you.
You then feel his hand grabbing your chin to push your head up gently so he'll be able to look at your eyes before dropping his hand. “Then may I?”
“Uh.. yeah… yeah I mean yes..” was all he needed before leaning in, pressing his lips against yours.
It was a quick, almost an experimental kiss before he immediately leaned back, to get a full view of your reaction. It seems like that first kiss was just a quick one to see your reaction first.
Your brain completely stalled for a second. You just sat there, looking at him like you were trying to process what just happened. “R-Ryuzaki…?” you whispered, voice cracking slightly. “You just—.. Why do you kiss like it was a test run or something..?”
L tilted his head slightly. “It was. I needed to observe your response first.. Was it unpleasant?”
“Of course it wasn't..” you smiled.
“I see… then if you don't mind, I would like to try again.” he looked directly into your eyes as he asked for permission once again. You nodded in response, closing your eyes.
Then you finally felt his lips pressing against your once more, humming against his lips before you cupped his cheeks. This kiss was longer than the last one, your hands slid to touch his ear, your thumb softly brushing against the tip of his ears, it was warm. Maybe instead of blushing through his cheeks it showed on his ears instead. So he does get shy, huh? You opened your eyes slightly, wanting to have a glance if his ears are indeed red. But instead you were met with wide black eyes looking straight into your soul instead.
“Gah—!” you jerked back slightly in surprise, causing L to tilt his head concerningly.
“Is there a problem? Were you uncomfortable..?” he asked quietly.
“No you just uh… you just caught me off guard..” you laughed awkwardly. “Ryuzaki, were your eyes open the whole time we were kissing?”
“Yes. I have to see your reaction after all..” he replied.
You looked at him and sighed which was followed by a soft laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “Ryuzaki… most people close their eyes when they kiss, you know.”
“If I closed my eyes, I would not have been able to observe your reaction.”
“You don't have to observe me or my reaction with your eyes. Just feel it.” you explained softly. “How about we try again..?”
L nodded, leaning in already but you placed a finger on his lips, stopping him. “Ah—ah.. Close your eyes..” you instructed.
“Close my eyes.” he repeated quietly, L is always the one giving the instructions, so being instructed was unfamiliar to him.
“Yup!” you laughed softly. “No analyzing or observing, just trust me on this one.. Okay?”
A brief silence followed, still not closing his eyes. But then, surprisingly obediently, L closed his eyes.
You stared at him for a second, trying not to smile too hard at how oddly serious he looked even now.
“Woah you actually listened..” you whispered.
“I said I would try..” he replied calmly.
Your heart softened a little at that, then, slowly, you leaned closer again, more careful this time, your hand lightly resting against his cheek and when your lips met his again, the kiss was softer than before—less experimental and awkward. You get to taste him better in this kiss and of course, he tasted sweet, like the strawberry cake you just had.
Your hands that were resting on his cheek slid to his neck, then his hair, pulling him closer now as the kiss deepened. You feel him tilting his head slightly and not long after you eventually felt his hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer.
The kiss was getting heated now as you started gripping his messy hair. You felt shivers from the little satisfied hums he was letting out here and there, L’s hands were also gripping your shirt now. You had to scrunch your face to stop yourself from slipping your tongue in his mouth, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
Eventually both of you, somehow, pulled back at the same time, panting and out of breath.
“W—woah.. that was..” you started, but you can't think of anything to say after that. You were speechless and still catching your breath.
You just stared at L, trying to recover while your face burned. L, did the same, looking at you while still slightly out of breath before he finally spoke.
“You taste sweeter than sugar..” L licked his lips before continuing. “If I knew you tasted this sweet then I would have done this sooner..” L added quietly.
“Ahaha… you do know how to make a girl's heart pump out of her chest sometime..” you teasingly shove your hand to his face pushing him back slightly so he won't be able to see how embarrassed and red you were.
“Anyway..” You cleared your throat, pulling your hand back. Trying to cool off by changing the topic ”..you said you wanted to tell me something, right?”
That made L pause on that, his expression turning serious once more and nodded. “Yes.. I.. did say that.. it's related to the case and well.. us.. but I’ll have you to promise me, you won’t tell a soul about this..”
L was trusting you once more, you would always be glad whenever he would tell you something only the both of you know, it makes you feel happy and special in some way knowing he trusts you. “I promise!” Seeing you all excited, you saw the faintest smile tugging on his lips before his face immediately got serious. Without another word, L picked up the Death Note and opened it carefully, turning it toward you so you could clearly see the rule written there:
If the person using this Death Note fails to consecutively write names of people to be killed within 13 days of each other, then the user will die.
“The thirteen-day rule..” he said quietly.
You looked back up at him. “What about it?”
“I am not convinced it is legitimate. In fact, I believe it is most likely a fabricated rule.”
Your eyes widened slightly. “A fake rule…? But why would someone add a fake one?”
“To protect the current user..” he answered immediately. “Think about it. If the rule is accepted as real, then anyone imprisoned for longer than thirteen days without using the notebook would automatically be proven innocent. From a logical standpoint, it functions too perfectly as a safeguard.”
“And the only people who could be protected by this rule are..”
”Yes, Light Yagami and Misa Amane..”
You frowned slightly, still staring at the page. “But Ryuzaki, we already tested the notebook materials, didn’t we? The paper, the ink… everything. The scientists said those substances don’t exist anywhere on Earth. If Kira really wrote those rules himself, then how could he create materials that literally can’t be replicated by humans?”
L stayed quiet for a moment before humming thoughtfully. “That.. is the strongest argument against my theory..” he admitted. “Or perhaps it wasn’t written by Kira. That is why I’ll test it..”
Your eyes widened immediately. “Test it…?” You stared at him in disbelief before your expression shifted into alarm. “Ryuzaki, you’re not seriously thinking about using the Death Note yourself, are you?!”
“No..”
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
L continued. “I have already instructed Watari to arrange two death row inmates. One inmate will write the other inmate’s name into the notebook. If the thirteen-day rule is legitimate, the writer should die after thirteen days of inactivity, however if they survive…”
“Then the rule is fake…” you finished quietly.
“That is right.. I'd also like to add more to my theory, if you don't mind...” L said and you nodded.
“I'm all ears!!”
“Alright then.. During Light Yagami’s 14 days in confinement, Kira’s killings completely stopped before resuming..” You listened carefully as he continued. “Now… I'd like you to listen to me carefully why this just all goes back to protecting both Light and Misa.. I'll try to explain it simply just for you..”
L placed the Death Note aside before pulling a blank sheet of paper toward himself along with a maker before opening it. He then drew two simple figures.
On the left, he wrote: Kira.
On the right: Light.
He tapped the ‘Kira’ drawing lightly. “From the beginning of this case, before we had suspects, all I possessed was a behavioral profile of Kira, thanks to the “Lind L. Tailor” bait that I had planned..” he explained. “A childish individual with a strong ego and a god complex. Someone who hates losing and wants control over the world..”
L then pointed at the ‘Light’ drawing. "Now, let us temporarily assume that Kira and Light Yagami are completely different people.”
He then drew an arrow from ‘Kira’ toward another figure he drew, who was named ‘Higuchi'.
“Kira passes the notebook to Kyosuke Higuchi..” L continued. “However, according to the 13-day rule, if the original owner does not continue writing names within thirteen days, they die.”
L circled the ‘Kira’ drawing before putting a question mark beside it.
“So logically, why would the original Kira willingly do this?” He looked at you directly now.
“Why would an egotistical individual, obsessed with victory and becoming a god suddenly place themselves in a situation, knowing they will die?”
Your eyes lowered toward the paper again. When he phrased it that way… it really didn’t make sense. Yeah, why would the original Kira basically kill themselves..?
L drew a large X over the ‘Kira’ and ‘Light' figures. “If Kira and Light are truly different individuals, then the original Kira would essentially be committing suicide by surrendering the notebook..”
He tapped the paper once more. “But that contradicts Kira’s established personality completely..”
Then L moved the marker again and wrote:
Kira = Light
“The only explanation that remains logically consistent… is that Light Yagami and Kira are the same person..”
You were silent after that. No, more like speechless, still looking at the paper. “I… wow that was..” you breathed out softly, leaning back in your chair. “When you explain it step by step like this, it feels so obvious.”
Your eyes slowly lifted toward L again, and despite the heaviness of the conversation, you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face. “You really are the world’s greatest detective..” you murmured honestly. “I mean it. The way your brain works is actually insane.. It's like you’re a gift from heaven itself..”
L looked at you quietly for a second before he drifted his gaze from you. “Thank you for the compliment..”
You chuckled at that. Maybe you should compliment him even more just to get even a little reaction from him.
“A gift from heaven, huh..” he repeated absentmindedly.
You smiled faintly. “What? Was that too dramatic?”
“No, it's just quite ironic.”
Your brows furrowed slightly. “Ironic how?”
L’s eyes shifted to the window. The rain outside tapped gently against the windows while the still on monitors hummed faintly in the background.
“Lately.. I have been hearing church bells.” he began.
“Church bells?” you tilted your head.
“Yes..”
“Eh, I don't think there are churches nearby though..”
“That is precisely why I think it's strange.” L murmured.
You stared at him for a second, trying to figure out what that meant. “You’re kind of creeping me out right now, Ryuzaki.. What do you mean by that?”
He didn't answer, causing you to worry more. “Ryuzaki…”
He finally looked back at you, dark eyes calm in a way that almost scared you more. “If my conclusion about the 13 day rule being a fabricated rule is correct.. Then the closer I get to proving that Light Yagami is indeed Kira… the closer I get to becoming an obstacle that must be removed.”
You immediately frowned. “Ryuzaki, stop talking like that.”
“The closer we approach the truth, the more dangerous this becomes and that is a fact we must accept—”
“No, it’s not!” you shot back quickly. “You’re going to solve this case, and after that we’re both going to look back at this conversation and laugh about how weird you were being..”
“But it is true.. If Light Yagami truly is Kira, then he is also aware that I am approaching certainty.. That’s why I wanted you to know my reasoning now..” L continued, more quietly now. Almost like a whisper. “In the event that I am unable to explain it later.”
“Enough! Stop talking like that!” You sharply raised your voice as you stood up.
You can tell L was caught off guard by your sudden reaction before narrowing his eyes lightly, but his expression, of course, remained as calm as ever. “You are being emotional.”
“Yeah, no kidding!” you snapped. “You’re acting like your death is already decided?! Do you even hear yourself right now?
“It's a possibility.”
“Oh there you are again with your possibility.. You keep talking about logic and possibilities and risks, but did you ever stop to think what hearing this sounds like for me?” your voice shook despite trying to steady it. “Do you think hearing you talk about dying like it’s inevitable doesn’t affect me..?”
Even L looked slightly taken aback by your words. He was silent for a moment, not sure what to do, to say before he also stood up, in front of you. “I do know it affects you..”
“No, I don’t think you do..” you replied, voice trembling now. “Because you keep talking about your death like you’re only discussing another theory. But you’re not, Ryuzaki. It’s your life, it's you.
Your eyes burned before tears finally spilled over despite your efforts to hold them back. “And I—” your voice broke. “I finally got you. Do you understand that? After everything, after all your walls of logic and the way you keep acting like you’re impossible to reach. We just started ‘us', we still have so many things to do together..”
You wiped your eyes angrily. “I don’t want to lose you before I even really get to have you.”
The room fell completely silent after that. L just stared at you quietly, like he genuinely didn’t know how to respond to emotions this raw.
He then walked towards you until he stood right in front of you. “I apologize.” he said softly.
You looked away, sniffling. “That’s not enough.”
“I know.” Then, awkwardly, L reached up and wiped one of your tears away with his thumb.
“I do not want you to cry because of me..” he murmured. “I apologize if it seemed to you like I was just throwing my life away, but.. even I.. I don't.. I don't want to die…”
You swear you could’ve heard a shake and fear in his voice, this was the most vulnerable you've seen him. Your chest felt heavy with guilt, for thinking that he was just a cold, emotionless dude who's being run by logic and deductions alone.
No. L is human.
“No— I… I’m sorry, Ryuzaki..” you whispered quickly, your voice softening almost immediately. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that… I just…” You looked down at your trembling hands, struggling to put the feeling into words.
“I got scared… hearing you talk like that… like you already accepted something happening to you…” Your throat tightened slightly. “I hated it.”
You wiped your eyes roughly before continuing, letting out an embarrassed sigh now. “And I think part of me forgot that you’re carrying all of this too, you always sound so calm and collected that sometimes I forget this case affects you too…”
Your fingers tightened slightly against your sleeves. “I’m sorry for acting like your feelings didn’t matter.” You looked up at him.
L looked back at you silently for a moment, his dark eyes studying your expression carefully before his gaze softened just slightly. “You do not need to apologize for caring..” L said.
Your breath hitched faintly at how gentle his voice sounded. You could listen to it all day.
“I understand why you reacted that way. In your position, I would most likely dislike hearing those words from you as well..”
Your tears were forgotten but there was still sniffing fading in and out from you as you chuckled. You raised your hands to cup both his cheeks, causing his eyes to widen just for a bit. “No one's gonna die… not me or you, or anyone. You're gonna prove that Light is Kira, and you'll solve this case. That’s how this ends, okay?”
His gaze remained fixed on you, dark eyes softer than usual in a way only you ever got to see. “You possess a surprising amount of faith in me, don't you?” he murmured quietly.
“Of course I do.” you giggled. “You’re L. The L”
The room slowly fell quiet again after that, the tension from earlier finally fading little by little. Your thumbs traced circles on his cheeks. He brought his head down to press his forehead against yours.
Both of you just enjoyed each other's presence before your eyes suddenly widened slightly. “Wait.”
L opened his eyes “Yes?”
“I almost forgot.” You quickly pulled your hands away from his face and leaned over to grab your bag from beside the desk, making L watch you curiously as you searched through it.
“I was supposed to give this to you earlier..” you muttered. “But everything’s been so chaotic lately.”
After a few seconds, you finally pulled out a small neatly wrapped box and held it toward him a little awkwardly.
L stared at it silently. ”What is this?”
“It’s your birthday gift.”
“My… birthday gift?”
You nodded sheepishly. “Yup! Everyone’s been too busy with the investigation lately, and obviously couldn’t exactly celebrate or anything…” you laughed softly. “So I just wanted to give you something at least.”
L slowly took the small box from your hands, still looking oddly confused by the concept of someone preparing something for him specifically. Carefully, he opened it.
Inside was a simple handmade strawberry-shaped keychain attached to a silver charm engraved with a tiny L.
Your face warmed slightly. “I know it’s not anything expensive, but yeah. It's like a little key chain for your cellphone, I made one too so we can match!”
You show him yours, it was the same but instead of L it was the first letter of your name. “Well, I understand if you can’t attach it to your phone right away. If anyone notices we’re matching, they’ll definitely get suspicious.”
Your smile softened. “We can wait until Kira is brought to justice.”
L then shoved the gift to his pocket before looking back at you. “Let's catch Kira as soon as possible then..”
She smiled and nodded. ”Mm..” then you pulled away from his face a little to yawn.
“Do you wish to rest now? You've been working nonstop after all..” L said.
“Mmmh… Maybe a little..” you smiled now walking towards his bed and sitting on it as it cracked quietly. “What about you?”
“Work..” he simply said.
“Aww c’mon…” You finally laid down and scooted him over. “It's not everyday I get to sleep beside you… I can't do this for a long time especially when you were chained to Light you know..”
L looked at you silently for a moment, dark eyes unreadable as if he was genuinely debating something internally.
Work… Or resting beside the person he loved.
Eventually, he turned away and began walking toward the glowing monitors.
You let out a disappointed sigh, sinking deeper into the pillows. “Of course…”
But then, suddenly, a shadow fell over you. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked up to find L standing right beside the bed, leaning down just enough for his messy hair to fall slightly over his eyes.
You immediately sat up in surprise. “WH—! Oh, I thought you were going to work!”
“Work?” he repeated quietly. “I was just turning off the monitors..”
“Oh really?! Yeyy!” you squealed in happiness and practically pulled L down to you by wrapping your arms around his neck. Both of you adjusted before his face ended up resting on your chest with your hands brushing his messy hair softly.
“Jesus Christ L, you're so tense..” you whispered, half amused.
“Well… I am not particularly used to sleeping in normal positions..” L deadpan.
“Yeah I can tell..” you snorted, since his man always sleeps on that same crouching position on his chair, sideways. How weird can he get? But that’s part of him and you love it.
Eventually L starts to relax, his shoulders eased little by little as if his body was finally accepting that he didn’t need to stay alert for once. His arms wrapping around your waist as he adjusted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually he ended up with his ear pressed against your chest.
Ba-dump... Ba-dump... Ba-dump
“This feels nice..” L started.
“Yeah?” you giggled softly, your finger continued to brush his hair softly. Your finger just wouldn't stop.
“I never imagined I'd be sleeping in the arms of someone… with my guard down..” he admitted.
“Oh why? Is that a bad thing?”
“No… It's just quite the peculiar feeling. But it's not exactly a bad feeling, in fact it's very warm, it feels as though a weight that I didn't even know existed has been lifted from my shoulder..” he said in a sleepy voice.
“Heh… hearing you say all that makes me so happy, Ryuzaki..” you held him tighter. “There's something I want to learn about you, do with you… but all of that can wait. For now. I'm already content.” You buried your face in his hair, your heart was swelling with joy as you were already imagining your future with him.
“Good night, Y/n.”
“Good night, Ryuzaki..”
Both of you drifted into sleep into each other's arms as the night ended…
And so did you..
The next day came quietly. L woke first, as he usually did, adjusting to the unfamiliar weight of sleep beside someone else.
But he immediately noticed something was wrong. You weren't as warm as you were just last night. L immediately supported himself by putting both of his hands on either side of your head and quickly, he checked for signs, his fingers moving with practiced urgency, pressing lightly at your wrist, then pausing as he tried to find any pulse, any indication of life. Nothing. Realization then caught up to L.
Kira. Kira killed you.
L's teeth gritted, clenching the bed sheets as he just stared helplessly at your lifeless body. Rage. Guilt. Fear. Sadness. Anger. Helplessness. Loss. It was overwhelming, he had never felt so many emotions at the same time before, his heart felt heavy and it was eating him up alive… yet not a single word came out of his mouth.
Eventually, he stopped clenching the sheet and stopped gritting his teeth.
L looked silently at you, looking at your lifeless face that was just smiling and full of life yesterday. His body hurts, his heart, his head is spinning but despite all of it he carefully adjusts you in his arms, lifting you with care, as if any rough movement would break something already fragile beyond repair. He carried you down the hallway, his entire body felt slightly unsteady, but his face stayed controlled and expressionless.
At the stairs, the task force was already focused on the task assigned to them.
Mogi and Aizawa seem to be reviewing some reports. Matsuda was talking to Ryuk. Soichiro was on the phone with someone while Light was looking at the computer.
“Ah! Ryzaki there you are—!” Matsuda’s smile faded as he noticed L stepping in… carrying you.
“Ryuzaki… hey, what happened?” Matsuda asked, alarm rising in his voice.
The other task force members heard the worry on Matsuda’s voice causing them to look at Ryuzaki's direction, their eyes widening as all of them immediately circled him.
“Ryuzaki, what's the meaning of this?!” Soichiro demanded.
“Hey, hey is that… Y/n.” Aizawa’s eyes widened.
“Hey! C’mon Ryuzaki tell us what happened!” Light said with a frown on his face and he tried shaking L.
Only his grip tightened slightly around you as more questions were asked.
“Y/n was killed.. by Kira..” he simply said his head down, bangs covering his eyes.
“What?!” Tension suddenly filled the air before L set your body down on a table.
“A—ah.. why…” Matsuda’s knees felt weak and eventually gave up. “No… no, this can’t be.. she was… was just so alive yesterday..” He started crying. Aizawa clenched his teeth and looked away. Mogi just looked down, not sure how to take the news in. Soichiro placed a comforting hand on Matsuda’s shoulder.
A loud bang was then heard, echoing in the room. Light just brought his fist down to a table, facing away from the group, his voice was shaking as he spoke. “Damn you Kira…”
Then Soichiro looked at your body with pity, still keeping his hand on Matsuda’s shoulder, forcing himself into duty despite the grief in his eyes.
“We should prepare her funeral..” he said quietly. The weight on the room felt even heavier.
“She had no known family left so.. it will be up to us. Burial… or cremation. We will decide what is appropriate for her…”
Matsuda let out another broken sound, covering his face. Aizawa stayed turned away, silent. Mogi nodded faintly, still not looking up.
There was a painful silence that lingered on the air, with only Matsuda’s sobs fading in and out. Soichiro was the first one to break the silence, his voice heavy but it was obvious that he was trying to maintain a professional tone. “We should bury her. It’s the most respectful option.”
No one disagreed.
Aizawa nodded quietly. “Yeah… burial.”
Matsuda wiped his face again, still shaken. “She wouldn’t… she wouldn’t deserve anything less…”
Mogi simply gave a slow nod.
Soichiro exhaled. “Then it’s decided. We’ll proceed with burial arrangements. I’ll handle the coordination.”
L stood slightly apart, silent for a few seconds as the decision settled. Then, in his usual monotone voice, he spoke. “If there are financial or logistical issues, please do not hesitate to speak to Watari. He will assist with everything.”
”Right, we will.. thank you, Ryuzaki..” Soichiro thanked him.
He turned slightly, already preparing to leave, but then a voice stopped his tracks..
“Ryuzaki,” Light called after him. Light’s expression was worried, but his voice hid something sharper underneath. “You’re going to attend her funeral, right?”
L didn’t respond. Matsuda looked up, surprised. Aizawa frowned slightly. Soichiro went quiet.
Light continued. “After all.. She seemed… quite attached to you.”
“Kira is still active. If I allow myself to stop now, then her death would become meaningless..” L replied calmly, not turning his back to look at Light. “If anything, the least I can do is ensure this does not happen again.” No emotion slipped into his tone as he stepped forward and continued walking out of the room, without waiting for a response. The door closed behind him.
Then Aizawa clicked his tongue, frowning. “Cold as ever… even now when someone just died..” he muttered.
Light stayed quiet for a moment, watching the door L had left through before crossing his arms. “Ryuzaki is always like that, it's best if we leave him alone for now..”
The room went quiet once again, Matsuda looked at your lifeless body. “I… I still can’t believe she’s really gone. Everything’s just happening too fast— I—… she was just handing me coffee yesterday… and now she’s..”
Soichiro exhaled slowly, tightened his grip slightly on Matsuda’s shoulder, steadying him even though his own expression was just as heavy. “I know..” he said quietly. “But we need to stay focused. We’ll give her the proper arrangements she deserves.”
Soichiro now dropped his hand from Matsuda’s shoulder and he looked at your body. “As an officer, she did her duty properly. She had a strong sense of justice and a heart of gold. I won’t let that be forgotten. We’ll make sure she’s honored properly..” Soichiro then looked at the task force, frowning. “For Y/n, Ukita.. and the others who bravely sacrificed their precious lives for this case… we will catch Kira..”
Aizawa nodded once. “Yeah. That’s right!!”
Matsuda wiped his face quickly, nodding even while still shaking. “Y-yeah… we will…”
Mogi gave a short nod, his expression still unreadable but firm.
Even Light didn’t speak at first. His eyes lingered on the table for a moment before speaking. “We will catch Kira.. No matter what it takes!”
The sad environment was still there. But now it was backed by determination.
“Let us proceed then..” Soichiro said finally. “Watari will help us with the arrangements. After this, we will continue the investigation immediately.”
For a brief moment when everyone was occupied, Light then looked at your lifeless body before finally letting out the smirk he had been holding back for a while now.
No hard feelings but I just had to get rid of you. You were.. becoming someone important to L, you became his weakness and I just had to take advantage of that. Actually I’m not even sure if there was something going on between you two but seeing that he can’t even look anyone in the eye as he carried your body, gave me the answer..
Light snapped himself back into reality before anyone got suspicious.
In L’s room, crouching on his chair as usual, reviewing reports, eyes moving quickly across every line of data, every inconsistency, every possible thread that could lead forward. His eyes moved here and there—his fingers kept rising to his mouth, nails pressed between his teeth as he bit down harder than usual. A faint trace of blood appeared at his fingertip, but he didn’t seem to notice.
Light Yagami. Kira. He killed her.
But as always he didn’t have proof.
His fingers tightened slightly against his lips before he finally pulled his hand away, only now noticing the blood staining his fingertip. He looked at it for a second without expression before absentmindedly wiping it against his pants.
The room felt painfully silent.
No soft voice interrupting his thoughts… No presence sitting beside him while he worked, listening to his theories and deductions.
L’s gaze slowly shifted toward the side of the room where you usually sat as his chest tightened faintly. He gritted his teeth slightly before looking away, burying himself deeper into work before his thoughts could linger there for too long.
L did nothing but work until the day of your funeral.
Rain poured heavily outside that morning, tapping against the windows of headquarters. The atmosphere felt colder than usual. But L remained the same.
Or at least, that was how he appeared.
He stayed crouched on his chair in front of the monitors as usual, reports scattered around him while his eyes moved endlessly across screens and documents without rest.
Meanwhile, the rest of the task force quietly prepared to leave, dressed in dark clothes with umbrellas in hand
No one really talked until Light decided to cut the silence before speaking carefully. “Ryuzaki… aren’t you coming?”
L didn't respond, he didn’t even look away from the screen with only the sound of typing filling the room.
A long silence followed before Aizawa sighed irritably, already sounding exhausted. “Leave him alone, if he doesn’t want to go, don’t force him.” he muttered.
One by one, they eventually left headquarters. “We'll be back in no time, Ryuzaki…” Soichiro said before closing the door.
And soon enough, L was alone again, only accompanied by the sound of rain and the humming of the monitors. But another sound was heard.
Ding.
L’s fingers paused over the keyboard.
Ding… Ding…
His eyes slowly lowered beneath his bangs, expression unreadable as the sound lingered faintly through the empty headquarters. The same bells he had mentioned before to you.
He stood up and decided to follow the sound of the bells, stepping away from the monitors. He walked through the silent halls of the building, barefoot, while rain battered the windows around him. Past empty corridors and dim stairwells until he finally reached the rooftop door.
The moment he pushed it open, cold rain immediately poured against him. Wind howled across the top of the skyscraper, as the rain soaked through his clothes almost instantly. The bells continue to ring faintly somewhere beyond the storm.
Ding… Ding…
L slowly stepped forward onto the rooftop, his wet bangs sticking slightly against his face as the city lights blurred beneath the heavy rain.
And for the first time in years, his mind was quiet. No calculations, theories or deductions racing through his head… nothing but the thoughts of you.
Your warmth. The rhythm of your heartbeat against his ear the night before. Your sweet voice calling him Ryuzaki… All of it, gone, just like that. He'll never have it again. The realization settled heavier the longer he stood there, something cold and hollow tightening inside his chest no matter how hard he tried to suppress it beneath logic.
Because no amount of intelligence could bring you back.
The bells suddenly sounded louder and closer.
Ding… Ding… Ding… Ding…
His fingers hesitated briefly before pulling out the small keychain you gave him. The tiny matching charm rested quietly in his palm as he simply stared at it.
The memory returned instantly—your smile as you showed him the matching one you made, your voice laughing softly as you told him both of you could attach them to your cellphones, once Kira was finally brought to justice.
“I was too late..” he murmured quietly.
And for once, the world’s greatest detective had no answer.
His eyes closed briefly as another bell echoed through the storm, he raised his head to the sky. “Wait for me..” he whispered softly into the rain.
more mello n matt content my queen 🙏 hb threesum ?!!
haii thanku sm for the req <33 i love these two sm / a teenytiny bit suggestive but just like fluffy, matt and mello bickering
the living room of your shared apartment with matt and mello smells like microwave popcorn, chocolate and cologne. your head's comfortably pillowed on matt's lap, one of his sleeves bunched up beneath your cheek, the other halfway pulled over your head. he's onehandedly tapping lazily at the buttons on his controller, mostly unfocused. his free hand's absently playing with the hem of your - well, mello's - tank top, which hangs a bit oversized and soft over your frame. just bare legs curled under you, warm skin against his jeans.
"you're drooling on me," matt mutters without looking down.
"adds flavour," your murmur sleepily.
"fuckin' gross."
you grin, gently poking his thigh. "okay, but are you complaining, mattie?"
he snorts. "mm .. no."
and then, the front door slams, loud enough to shake the uneven picture frames on the wall. mello's back. he storms in like he's kicking down a door in a warzone; half unzipped leather jacket, gloves still one, golden blond hair tousled like he's been through hell and didn't blink once. there's soot on his cheek, ash clinging to his boots. and his sharp, disdainful eyes land immediately on you: curled up like a cat in his shirt, head resting on matt's lap, fingers tangled in matt's sleeve.
"the fuck is this?" he asks, flatly. "you're late," you offer, rubbing your eyes.
"i brought you something."
"explosives?"
"obviously."
"you're the best." you tilt your head and smile sleepily at him, eyes soft and unbothered. "thanks babyyy."
he rips off his gloves, already kicking his boots halfway across the room, but doesn’t drop the glare. “don’t baby me when you’re on him.”
"you're jealous."
“you’re literally on his crotch.”
"i got tired of waiting," you say, stretching your arms above your head. "we grieved."
“deeply,” matt adds helpfully, still mashing buttons. “i’m not even sure if i won that last round.”
mello’s already in front of the couch, chain catching the light as he leans in to yank matt’s headset off and toss it somewhere across the room.
matt groans. “dude."
mello cuts him off by grabbing your chin and greeting you with a messy, sloppy kiss.
you blink, dazed. "...hi to you too."
“that’s for drooling on the wrong lap.”
"but we all share. c'mon, stop being so pissed and let me sleep," you add.
“don’t tempt him,” matt mutters.
mello smacks his hand, which had been resting on the plush of your thigh, and glares. “and you. hands off.”
"you were gone for eight hours and didn’t text," you remind, lazily. "someone had to keep me company. mattie grabbed my ass over minecraft, though," you add lightly, just to see what happens.
“it wasn’t—okay, context,” matt stammers, sitting up straighter. “you were blocking the chest, i needed to access the chest—”
“unbelievable,” mello growls, like this is a betrayal of biblical proportions.
“she leaned back into me!” matt adds.
you just hum, curling deeper into the couch cushions as mello glares like he’s gonna burn the whole apartment down.
"you're mad and turned on," you observe. “pick one.”
“you’re not helping,” he mutters, eyeing the way the tank top rides high on your hips when you shift. “geez. that shirt was not meant for this.”
“you gave it to me.”
“i didn't know you were gonna wear it like—this.”
"like what?" you ask innocently.
matt snorts. “like she’s about to ruin both of us.”
“she is ruining both of us,” mello says darkly, and sits down on the couch beside you, arms crossed, glaring at the screen.
“you were the one who kissed me,” you point out. “that’s on you.”
he leans in, lips brushing your ear. “yeah? keep talking like that and i’ll make it worse.”
you smile. a little dizzy with affection. a little smug.
"you're both dramatic," you say eventually. "i'm wearing a shirt and minding my business."
"barely," matt says.
"you're wearing my shirt," mello grumbles. "and not even fully."
you lift the hem. "you wanna fix it?"
he groans into his hands. matt just chuckles.
you stretch across both of them, hands behind your head, dead center now between the two most chaotic men you've ever met. mello still looks annoyed. matt’s still smug. and you?
while mello absolutely has a lot to work through when it comes to his insecurities, inferiority complex, and one sided rivalry with near, once he has gotten to the point where he’s comfortable enough to enter a relationship with you you’ll find him to be a deeply loyal and immensely protective lover… even if his strong ties to the criminal underground may be a bit offputting at first
a veritable genius in his own right — he was trained to be l’s successor and was noted to be the second brightest in his cohort, after all — it’s borderline impossible for you to sneak anything past him, though for minor and harmless things (like what present you bought him for his birthday) he won’t ever call you out on it and usually just lets you think that you got away with it. but for anything to do with your mental or physical health, like a sudden bought of illness or a confrontation that left you shaken to the core, there is no way that he won’t pick up on it and he will bring it up to you (usually to scold you for being so careless with your wellbeing, or to very bluntly tell you to go and rest or eat or whatever else you need in a way that leaves no room for argument)
he is very very receptive to any words of affirmation you throw his way, and loves it when you go out of your way to praise him for his intellect or highlight how much better of a successor he is than near or gush about how well he knows you and how lucky you feel to have him as your lover. and if you catch him in a good enough mood you may even notice him visibly preening under your positive affirmations… even if he does put up a bit of a front when you’re around others (he does have a certain image he needs to maintain, after all)
unlike other detectives he knows, mello has absolutely no problem with utelising underhanded or illegal methods in order to get the results he wants — and when it comes to protecting you, or getting revenge on anyone who has caused you harm, he will make use of every underground connection he has in order to ensure that you’re left well and truly alone
he has a very intense jealous streak and while he does trust you as his lover and he rationally recognises that you chose him and you’re not going to leave at the drop of a hat, it doesn’t stop his inferiority complex from flaring up whenever he sees you getting ‘too’ close with another guy or hears you talking about another person too often and too positively for his tastes. this is where most of your arguments with mello will come from and if you’re intent on sticking with him you will need to be patient and deal with his jealous outbursts as they come
his default pet name for you is ‘babe’, but more often than not he actually just calls you by your preferred name — largely because the two of you are rarely in a situation where he feels comfortable addressing you so intimately, even if the people you’re around already know that you’re a couple (again, this goes back to maintaining his image and not wanting to let others know just how deep his affection for you goes)
very very tactile with you in private and having you within arm’s reach — or, even better, perched on his lap while he’s gnawing away at a chocolate bar — is his favourite way to calm down after a long day of work, especially as he draws nearer to finally catching kira and proving himself, and the work he has to do becomes more intense, stressful, and time consuming than ever before. thank god he has you there to ground him and keep him sane, huh?
whenever he has the time to actually take you out on an actual date, he always manages to perfectly cater his plans to whatever you need at the time — be that a quiet night in, a weekend spa trip, a drive to the beach on a perfectly sunny day, or something more elaborate and costly to make you feel like royalty for a few hours. and the best part is that he’s observant enough that you don’t even have to tell him what you want for him to deliver, which is especially handy if you happen to be more on the shy side
he’s the type of boyfriend that hates whoever you hate just out of solidarity. doesn’t matter if he has never met them, if he only knows about them from your random rants about how stupid and annoying they are, he will match your energy and complain about them with you — and if you matched his energy, even slightly, when he gets into one of his anti-near moods he will be absolutely thrilled
You're gonna see them as kids a lottttt idk why but I love depicting their childhood!
I like to think that they were each others only source of comfort, yk? Like they could only act like normal children when they were around each other.
Wammys house was a terribly competitive, abusive environment that prioritised results over the orphans' well-being. But at the end of the day both Matt and Mello knew that they had eachother to keep themselves sane.
Or maybe I js like drawing them doing dumb kid stuff lol
every mello lover should definitely read 'wammy's house for wayward punk bitches' by heartandscorpion on ao3, it's genuinely one of the best fics i've ever read
♡ insists the kid call him by a nickname ( you overhear, "call me melloman" and physically recoil. buys lots of toys. teaches your toddler to say "hell yeah" instead of "yes." "mello, our baby just told the pediatrician to get wrecked."
♡ you cannot invite him to family board game night. he will destroy your seven year old at uno and talk trash the entire time. "i'm teaching them about life. about losing" they're crying. he's unapologetic. ( 100% lets them win later when you're not looking, but insists it "wasn't on purpose" )
♡ groans every time he has to hold the baby, but tucks them into his jacket and rubs their back until they fall asleep. says stuff like, "ugh, why are you so annoying," while he's brushing their hair or tying their shoes for them. they smile up at him and go, "love you, mello." he goes quiet. then, "..yeah, whatever. don't get used to it."
♡ teaches your kid(s) questionable things. "i taught them how to pick locks." "WHAT." "relax, baby. only for emergencies." "..mello." "what if they get kidnapped? you're welcome."
♡ TERRIBLE at censoring himself. accidentally curses like five times before breakfast. the kids repeat him. looks proud until you glare. "we're raising a menace," you sigh. "wrong. i'm raising a prodigy."
♡ surprisingly reliable in a crisis. despite all of the chaos, he's the first one out of bed when the baby cries. doesn't even wake you - picks the baby up, sways a little, tries his best to hum a tune until they go back to sleep. never tells you he does this. you only found out because the baby monitor records it once and your heart melts.
♡ claims he hates when they draw on him. keeps every crayon drawn stick figure in his wallet. lets them put stickers on his face as he works. lowers himself to their height to listen - genuinely listens - to every single story they tell, even if it takes like twenty minutes and goes nowhere. "you're my favourite," they whisper once, clutching his neck. he swallows thickly, doesn't answer. but holds them tighter.
i really love the way you portray mello, light and mikami, your writing it’s always so peak 🥹 do you have hcs about any of them with a s/o who’s shy?
༒︎ Shy S/O ༒︎
Includes - Light, Teru, & Mello
Content Warnings - N/A
Notes - Honestly, this is one of my more mediocre posts, and I aplogize for not being able to do this request the justice it deserves.
♱ Light Yagami ♱
Light is very protective of you, and often does most of the talking for you in social situations. Especially when you want to order things.
You love going to restaurants and niche, underground cafes with Light, but you're always much too nervous to order for yourself. Light, of course, knows this, and is more than okay with ordering for you.
He's gentle and polite with you, always so patient while you quietly murmur to him what you want to say. However, Light can become a little passive aggressive towards people who don't understand your quietness.
"Of course they can talk," he says with a tight smile, barely restraining his anger and frustration. "They've just had a rough day, so it would be greatly appreciated if you could leave them alone for a while and continue to communicate with me."
♱ Teru Mikami ♱
Teru often communicates your wants and needs for you as well. He knows what it's like to not be able to speak for yourself, and is glad to be the one to help you properly communicate your feelings. After all, that is why he became a prosecutor in the first place.
Teru always tries his best to make sure that you're comfortable in any social situation. He doesn't bring you parties or any large gatherings because he has basic common sense, and knows that you wouldn't enjoy it. He's incredibly observant, and knows immediately when something's off about you, often leaning over and quietly asking you if you're okay or if the two of you need to leave.
He's cutthroat and professional when he orders for you or tells others how you feel, replying with a cold "yes" or "no" to whoever is asking him (or you, more accurately) questions. He's quiet, protective, and doesn't take lightly to those who try to push your boundaries.
"They do not wish to speak to you, no." He glares coldly, standing both his ground and yours. "They have asked me to communicate to you, and I will do just that. I will have it no other way."
♱ Mello ♱
Mello thinks it's a little ridiculous that you find it hard to talk to people, but he doesn't say anything about it. He understands that sometimes communicating your feelings, or even talking to others, can be overwhelming, so he does his best to stay open minded for you.
Mello himself has no qualms with talking to people, so he ends up doing most of the talking regardless. He sits in the hideout with his hand resting on your hip, occassionally running his thumb along your skin when he feels you tense up during the conversation.
He's also incredibly protective about you, often glaring down anyone who dares to look at you weird for not wanting to talk to people. Mello is incredibly confrontational, and won't hesitate to call someone out if they're being disrespectful towards you.
"No, jackass, I'm speaking here," he snarls. "If they wanted to talk to you, they would. Is that not obvious? Or do you just like to ignore people when they're clearly uncomfortable with talking to you?"
Kinktober Day 3 - Threesome | Ryuji Matsuyama x F!Reader x Shuntarō Chishiya
Kinktober 2025 Masterlist
Content Warning: NSFW (18+); plotty porn, smutty smut, just threesome things, anal sex, double penetration, some hair pulling, Reader uses her nails against both of them slightly, creampie and cumshot, some curse words, Reader has chronic migraines because of the accident in Shibuya, Ryuji is kind of a villain in this scenario but at least he's hot (he could get redemption in future stories in this universe).
I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️
A/N - This particular Kinktober story takes place in one of my favorite Ryuji storylines that possessed my brain after my first watch of S3, and I have every intention of building out this universe. As usual, I played around with the timeline of events to make things work in my favor, i.e. Ryuji hasn't had his car accident yet and is not in a wheelchair, but has gone through his student's death (a large part of the reason he's kind of psychotic); Chishiya and Reader were in Borderland at the same time because of the meteorite in Shibuya and that happens months prior to this drabble; Chishiya is a full-blown doctor, and we're going to pretend he decided to work with adults and not pediatrics after returning.
I haven't decided if I'll tell this story in a long, multi-chapter series format, limited series (maybe like five parts) format, or in a collection of short stories, but if you have opinions or ideas, please let me know! ily🫶🏻
I'm sorry this is a full day late - life just really wants me to be miserable. I'm going to keep trying not to succumb to it, and I appreciate you for being here with me! 🫶🏻
ALSO if you saw when this went up WAY TOO EARLY, no you didn't.
It had all started innocently enough with a simple doctor’s appointment.
You’d been battling the migraines again, a chronic condition that had plagued you ever since the accident in Shibuya. Sleepless nights spent tossing and turning as the pain sears deep in your skull, the dimmest of lights always too bright but darkness somehow too dark; bleeding into days that felt never ending and pointless if you couldn’t even get out of bed without vomiting from excruciating pain.
“Maybe it’s time to try another doctor, sweetheart,” your sweet, patient, way too understanding boyfriend had cooed, carrying in yet another tray piled high with pain medication, ice packs, and chicken broth. He might just be way more than you deserve, even on your best days, you'd decided early on.
Ryuji had been a result of the accident too, though a much more positive one. He was one of many kind souls who volunteered at the hospital when it was overrun with patients from the crisis, most often just sitting with patients to provide support and company. It was the sweetest thing you'd ever seen - the way he would let the adorable old ladies cling to him, how he'd sneak a few extra snacks for the way-too-cool for everyone teens, or read "just one more" book to the littlest ones. It was safe to say you were smitten with Ryuji from the second his chestnut eyes met yours.
It was the melodic way your name sounded floating out of his mouth that very first time. The vibrato of his knowing chuckle when your eyebrows pinched together wondering, "How did you know my name?" It was the way he always had a simple explanation for every question you could possibly pose.
"It's on the door, of course," he'd said, gesturing vaguely towards the plaque that you'd been sure only had your surname scrawled out in bold, blocky lettering. In hindsight, this should have been the first red flag raised in your mind, but you hadn't even noticed, too enraptured by the university professor's dark, mysterious features and effortless charm. And by now, months later, that tiny detail has easily been drowned in all of his love bombing.
“Look here, I found this new guy. He’s young, qualified, and listen to this!" He'd exclaimed animatedly, pointing to a webpage pulled up on his phone, "He was among the patients like you after the catastrophe. His heart stopped for a full minute. He might actually be able to connect with you and empathize with your experience." You'd tilted your head as you took in the person he was telling you about - a young doctor with blond hair pulled into a low bun and chestnut eyes that are not unlike the ones staring expectantly down at you now. You'd found yourself having to swallow around a lump in your throat, a strange twinge nagging from the deep recesses of your mind that you'd have to be cautious about letting turn into something more dangerous. Had you met this man before?
And when you'd actually met said doctor the very next day? It was like time had stopped in that bright white room that smelled heavily of antiseptic. The very second Doctor Shuntarō Chishiya had taken your hand in his in greeting, you'd felt like you'd been electrocuted, your bright eyes snapping up to his as your bodies seemed to recognize each other. Except Ryuji - your literal boyfriend who cared about you and did everything for you - is standing right beside you watching the entire encounter. You'd pulled your hand away quickly, hissing and pressing your hand to your forehead as if experiencing one of the migraines you were here to solve in real time. It wasn't a total lie, because your head was pretty much always throbbing these days.
Except for that brief moment that Chishiya had held your hand in his. That was the only respite from the chronic pain you'd felt since before Shibuya had been destroyed and your life had been altered completely.
Chishiya, for the most part, was a silent but critical doctor. He listened to your concerns and actually did empathize with you as Ryuji had hoped. He offered a dual-therapy threatment, prescribing you a different medication in combination with monthly injections. But before you'd left, and after Ryuji had started walking down the hall towards the exit, he'd boldly grabbed your wrist. "It feels better when I touch you, doesn't it?" He'd muttered, his eyes searching yours as if trying to solve a puzzle. You'd gasped and sputtered, acting scandalized; citing how inappropriate it is for him to be speaking to you that way, and that you have a boyfriend who's right down the hall.
But Chishiya had been right. And you hadn't stopped thinking about it for hours, going as far as to let your mind wander to darker, more pleasurable fantasies about the blond.
"It's okay if you want him too, you know," Ryuji had murmured in your ear that evening in bed, fingers stroking your back lazily as you lay naked and panting on top of him. Your head had snapped up from its place against his toned chest, eyebrows furrowed in confusion just like that first time you'd met.
"What?" you'd hissed, wondering just how in the hell your boyfriend could have known that you'd had just one (or one thousand) impure thoughts about the blond doctor from earlier. You'd open and close your mouth at least five times before simply shaking your head as if to completely shut down the idea. Or convince yourself that you absolutely weren't entertaining the idea.
Ryuji had pressed a single index finger against your kiss-swollen lips to quiet you, cooing gently in understanding. "It's really okay, princess. We'll just . . . invite him to bed with us. You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'd like it too," he whispers lowly, his lips grazing the soft shell of your ear, making goosebumps erupt across your bare skin.
And maybe, just maybe you should have questioned why Ryuji was so open to sharing you in bed with another man, especially one you'd just met, but honestly? Your heart had soared at the proposition. You'd get to keep your incredible and comforting boyfriend, but also explore this strange new connection with Chishiya. Red flag two, or was it two hundred at this point? It doesn't really matter, because you'd long since silenced any hint of alarm bells in favor of cuddling up to the doting, handsome man who obviously only has your best interests in mind.
And that is the whirlwind of events that had brought you here - normally bright eyes turned glassy, bruised and swollen lips parted in a low moan as your head falls back on Chishiya's shoulder; the feeling eerily familiar, but for whatever reason, the memory lies just beyond the plane of reach.
Chishiya's thick cock rails into your tight ass from behind, his large, shockingly warm hands splayed supportively over your bouncing tits, each thumb and forefinger rubbing and twisting deliciously at the hardened peaks. The fingers of your right hand are tangled tightly into his soft blond hair, your other arm draped over your boyfriend in front of you, nails grasping like talons for purchase into the back of his neck.
Ryuji's pupils are blown wide, taking in every second of you being bounced between his cock and your new doctor's. One of his thumbs reaches between you to circle your swollen clit, your back arching like a beautiful bridge between them the moment he adds the extra stimulation. He grins slyly at the way your tight hole drips in response, further soaking his length and balls. He'd said he would enjoy sharing you with Chishiya, and he hadn't been lying.
"Gorgeous," Chishiya praises, a gravelly whisper in your ear before he trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and collarbone almost reverantly. The timber of his voice makes a shiver run down your spine, a piece of your heart feeling more full than it has maybe ever when he touches and speaks to you.
"She's ready," Ryuji tells Chishiya suddenly, making eye contact with the other man over the top of your head. You've already orgasmed twice while sandwiched between them like this, but your fucked out ears tune in for the conversation being had between your actual boyfriend and the man he'd decided to share you with.
"Ready for . . . what?" you ask, once again furrowing your eyebrows in confusion and feeling every bit like the dumbest person in the room. "Shh," your boyfriend coos, "It's okay. Just be a good girl for us, okay?" And oddly enough, you have to stifle the sudden desire to look to the side for confirmation from Chishiya, because you should be trusting your boyfriend, not the doctor you'd just met yesterday.
Slowly, Chishiya pulls out of you, your entire body (and his) shuddering from the loss of erotic contact with him, though he maintains a tight, soothing grip on you before gently guiding your body to lie down against the plush mountain of pillows under both of them. "Think you can handle both of us?" Ryuji asks, the pleasure reflecting deep like pools of obsidian in his mischievous eyes.
"Just relax, love, it's going to feel so good . . .," Chishiya reassures you softly, your entire body suddenly relaxing at the encouragement from him, heart pounding because why had the term of endearment sounded so right and so familiar?
Your thighs part naturally around them, and you mentally thank yourself for always working to maintain your flexibility so you can accomodate the two ridiculously attractive men above you. Ryuji gives Chishiya a look that you can't really place, but somehow understand that he's indicating for the blond to go first. Chishiya grips the meat of your right hip in one hand, his darkened gaze studying your sweaty, fucked out face. His other hand strokes his thick, veiny cock that's already coated in precum, his eyes searching yours as if to ask silent permission.
Fuck yes. You wrap one leg around his waist, pulling him closer and nodding emphatically. Please. His grip tightens at your hip, no doubt leaving pretty purple bruises in your delicate skin. An amazing reminder for you of what had transpired here tonight. Your head falls back in a desperate, depraved sort of moan the moment his cock stretches your pussy for the first time, your arms looping around his neck to pull him down for a passionate kiss. Your boyfriend waits patiently to the side, his hand resting at your waist and the pad of his thumb slowly stroking soothing patterns over your belly.
For a moment, you're grateful Ryuji is watching the two of you curiously, eyes blazing with lust, and not actually inside you too. The way your entire body melts like a sigh of relief and your wet heat flutters around Chishiya is otherworldly and not something you've ever felt with anyone else, let alone your boyfriend. Should this be counted as a red flag against Ryuji or against you?
It takes a bit of adjusting for Chishiya's length to be fully seated inside you, but once he is, he shifts his body to the side to accomodate Ryuji, who excitedly leans down to lick a salacious stripe from your hip bone to your neck. The blond's fingers card gently through your sweaty locks, watching your expression intently while Ryuji presses a chaste kiss to your cheek and then your lips.
"Ready, princess?" He asks, reaching between you to jerk his rock hard cock a few times before sliding it against your core to collect some arousal for lubrication. You nod, your breath catching in your throat in almost greedy anticipation. "Breathe, pretty girl," Chishiya mumbles, pressing a kiss to your temple. Ryuji takes his sweet time notching the bulbous head of his dick at your already-more-than-full entrance, but soldiers his way forward, making all three of you groan in a symphony of all-consuming pleasure.
Two cocks, two massive cocks drag against the tight, dripping heat of your inner walls. Being in bed with both of them had been overwhelming even initially, but having both of them inside your pussy? Electrifying. You throw an arm around each of their necks, your fingernails creating little half-moon indentations in their skin, a gift favor for later, your legs wrapping around each of their waists.
The burn of the initial stretch begins to subside, and you know that your expression must have relaxed from tight pain to incredible pleasure, because both men release what must have been a concerned breath. They instantly move in tandem, finding a moderate pace that suits all three of you. Ryuji greedily latches onto one pert nipple, working his slippery tongue over it while pinching the other, his tempo growing steadily faster as he works himself into a tizzy.
Chishiya on the other hand, has his fingers wrapped securely in your hair, his face closely studying the expression on yours and adjusting the way he fucks into you as you react for him. Your lips part in a quiet moan, your breath coming in heaving gasps and Chishiya reaches between you to press his fingers against your senstive bundle of nerves, almost testing if he even has permission to do so.
The familiar coil of pleasure winds itself up tight in your lower belly with each thrust and burst of electric stimulation; Ryuji quickly losing himself in the thick of it. He's chasing his high as your tight heat constricts around them both, the foreign stimulation of Chishiya's cock dragging alongside his not helping his case for longevity. His dark eyes are squeezed shut tightly, face contorted in pleasure as he thrusts twice into you for every one of the blond's. As for Chishiya? He's stuck knowing that there's something special about you, something he needs to remember. It's almost as if you and Chishiya are in a completely different dimensional plane than Ryuji, trying to wake up from something that you should never have been forced to forget.
The blond leans even closer now, pressing his lips to your ear. "Cum for us, baby. Cum for me. Now," he coos just for you to hear, the command very nearly triggering the memory that seems to vanish into thin air the second you get too close. But even so, your back arches into the two men, both of their hands moving to appreciate the skin of your waist and lower back as you do. You cry out, mouth pressing into a cute little 'O' shape as your third orgasm of the night crashes over you and dragging both men out to sea with you.
Ryuji curses, letting out a low growl as he spills his seed inside your womb, Chishiya pulling out to let his hot, white cum paint your stomach and tits. All three of you are left panting in overstimulation and truly erotic pleasure. Though two of you remain in a state of confusion, and the third is anything but, you can all agree now that two's far better than one.
After about an hour of post-coital snuggling, your breathing has evened out in sweet slumber. Ryuji takes note of the way you have easily clung to Chishiya's chest; your face more relaxed than he's ever seen it, finally at peace and out of pain for the first time since you'd woken up in the hospital. Your boyfriend quietly untangles his legs from yours, extracting himself from bed to slip into his at-home office, a darkened room in the heart of the apartment that you typically weren't allowed to venture. There are some critical notes he needs to add to his collection.
Because even though you've not realized it, this is exactly what Ryuji had prayed for when he handpicked you as his target in the hospital after your near-death experience.
And yes, your boyfriend had seen that flicker of recognition between you and Chishiya, the one you'd tried to hide with a fake wince of pain. The two of you may not remember it yet, but Ryuji knows - you must have met in the place you'd traveled when your hearts had stopped for that minute. He's not stupid. It wasn't just a flicker of "Oh hey, I've met you before", no. It was a world-shattering, life-changing, melding of two hearts familiar with one another.
You and Chishiya had fallen in love in that liminal space that you'd gone. That ambiguous, nameless place that's exactly what Ryuji's after. Exactly the thing he'd always sought to understand.
And now, he has you both right where he wants you.
♤ ♡ ◇ ♧
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- your worry for kangsoo’s safety on his missions reaches an all-time high, and he comforts you. -
warnings: light angst, established relationship, slightly suggestive, makeout session
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note: just something quick and short until i finish all my assignments 😭 I’ll be back to writing more very soon!!!
You lounge back on the sofa opposite the large window of your 12th floor apartment.
Seoul city may look beautiful from up here, but in reality it is humming with dangerous people. Violent people. People running the tens upon tens of drug networks throughout the city. Your boyfriend’s job proves that almost daily.
You rapidly tap your foot against the sofa underneath you, nerves growing. Kang-soo has been called out on yet another drug bust with his boss, Prosecutor Gu, a major takedown in Laura Hill Hotel, and the mere thought is making your stomach flip.
Sometimes he returns home from a mission completely unscathed, and you will celebrate the success with him with a hundred hugs and kisses, a bottle of wine and a movie of his choice. Other times, he has walked through the front door bruised, bloody and barely walking straight. For all you know, there could come a day where he doesn’t come home whatsoever. You can’t deal with it anymore.
You are snapped out of your trance when you hear the bedroom door clicking open. You turn around to see Kang-soo emerge, wearing his usual snitching get-up — black suit jacket, low-cut white tank top, black pants, a leather belt and red Nike Jordans. You sigh, the sight of him looking so well-done when anything could happen to him out there wrecking your nerves. He catches your gaze and his usual wide grin grows on his face.
“I’m away now, angel,” he beams as he skips towards the sofa to see you off. His energy and radiance starkly contrast the anxiety pooling in your stomach. He leans down, plants a small peck on your lips and runs a hand along the top of your head, smiling once more. “I’ll be back later with takeout. Sound good, hmm?” he chuckles before he swiftly turns back around towards the front door.
Kang-soo’s casual demeanour almost pisses you off. You can barely comprehend how he can be so laid back when he’s about to walk head-first into danger for the third night this week.
Without another thought, you spring up from the sofa and make a beeline towards him, catching him by the hand before he steps out of the door. By surprise, he turns to glance at you, eyebrows raised.
“You’ll be back later? Is that so?” you exclaim shakily, panic lacing your voice and your mind. “How can you be so sure, Kang-soo?”
“Baby… what are you—”
You immediately cut him off as your emotions continue to spill out of you. “Six days ago, you walked through this door with a face beaten to pulp. Three days before that I almost rushed you to the ER for a potential broken ankle. And two weeks ago, there was more red on that damn tank top than white!” you blurt, voice slowly rising as your anger at him builds. Your eyes dart to the crimson-red bruise on his left cheek, remnant from the beating he faced from a gang of drug dealers six days ago, and you shake the unwelcome reminder out of your mind.
Kang-soo’s attitude has completely shifted. He turns his entire body to face you, guilt and worry looming in his eyes. He gently takes your hands in his.
“Baby…” he speaks softly, desperate to calm you down. “I always come back home, don’t I? You know that.”
You are still not buying it. You pull your hands out of his hold. “Those words mean nothing to me. That’s easy for you to say. What if, one day, you don’t get so lucky?” you snap. “Every late night mission you go on, I sit here waiting. Waiting for you to come home safe, or to get a call telling me I need to come to the ER to see you immediately…”
You trail off, the emotion becoming too much to bear as tears begin to roll down your cheeks.
“…Or a call telling me that you’re fucking dead.”
Your last words pierce Kang-soo directly in the gut. He is almost too stunned to speak. He squeezes his eyes shut, looking down the the floor and muttering a swear to himself, but he holds back his overwhelming emotions to comfort you.
“Hey, hey…” he whispers, cupping your face and wiping the streaky tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. “Look at me, darling. Look at me.”
You can barely make eye contact with him. You can’t stand to look into the deep, brown eyes of the love of your life, knowing the small chance of him not coming home to you again. His soft tone of voice only makes the thought even more heart-wrenching, but you give in and meet his gaze. His eyes glisten a little, ridden with guilt.
“I know…” Kang-soo stutters, his voice trembling. “I know this job is unpredictable. I know I can’t ever promise you that I will come back home to you. But I need you to know that you are on my mind every single minute of every mission. You are my motivation to fight back when I fall into danger.” He gives you encouraging nods, his bottom lip quivering slightly. “That’s how I manage to come back to you every single time, even if I’m barely hanging on by a thread.” He forces a smile for you, still soothing you with his thumbs brushing your cheeks.
The tears return to your eyes at his words, and you return his nods, trying your hardest to believe his words. You want to let go of him less than ever now. You grab him by the waist, pulling him into you as you kiss him as if it’s your last.
You both immediately melt into each other. One of Kang-soo’s hands snakes its way through your hair to the back of your head, while the other caresses your back. You lock your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips move slow against each other, elongating every moment of it. He makes humming noises against you while balling your hair in his hand, gently pushing your head as he deepens the kiss, tongue sliding past yours. The faint taste of Raison Black cigarettes when he kisses you, combined with the spicy scent of cologne on his skin, will always make you weak. Your hands move from his neck down to his waist, and you find them untucking his tank top from his pants and sliding up his softly muscular back, the desperation for the touch of his skin on yours growing. His hands lovingly squeeze your hips as his lips continue to move wet and faster against yours. You feel his fingers snake underneath your waistband, a strong hand pulling your ass. You are both lost in each other’s embrace, until—
Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
“Ah— fuck…” Kang-soo slurs into your mouth as he reluctantly breaks the kiss. He reaches for his pocket, pulling out his phone. “That’s Gu wondering where the hell I am.”
Worry sets in your mind again. You press your fingertips into his waist, hands still lingering on his body from moments ago. He notices your expression and stuffs his phone back into his pocket, pulling your hands from his body and holding them with care.
“Don’t you think a kiss like that was a promise that I’ll be back home to give you even more later?” Kang-soo teases, grinning.
You sigh, but you cannot stop the smile that his words force out of you. “If you come home later with even one bruise, you’ll never kiss me again,” you joke, but with a seriousness still lacing your tone.
“Damn…” he lulls in his signature cocky tone. “Then I’ll make sure to come home to you unscathed, ma’am.”
You laugh at his teasing, pushing his chest playfully with a finger. A moment of comfortable, silent eye contact sits between the two of you, until you take his rugged face in your hands, running your thumb along his jawline moles while you stare into his eyes.
“I love you, Kang-soo.”
He smiles and his hands caress your shoulders. “I love you more, angel.”
You give him one more short kiss before you send him off. “And don’t forget… you promised takeout,” you wink at him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he teases once more before he slides out of the front door.
synopsis ━ your daughter's father comes home after months, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions.
warnings ━ angst, comforting ending.
the sound of frantic knocking nearly makes you jump out of your skin since ji-seo had finally fallen asleep less than twenty minutes ago after crying through half the evening, and you had just managed to sit down on the couch with a blanket over your legs.
your apartment was dim, only lit by the soft yellow lamp in the corner and the glow of the television you weren’t even watching. for a minute, you ignored the knocking, and you thought it went away, until the knocking comes again harder this time.
it makes your stomach twist immediately because somehow, deep down inside of your chest, you already know who it is.
you stand slowly, careful not to wake your daughter who was sleeping next to your legs on the couch, though your heart is already pounding so loud it feels impossible she can’t hear it too. your feet drag across the floor as you approach the door, fingers tightening around the knob.
when you open it, kangsoo stands there and your breath catches so sharply it hurts since he looks exhausted, pale, and thinner than before you had your daughter eight months ago. some dark circles stain beneath his eyes, and his hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it for hours. the man's black shirt with the blue jacket is damp from the rain outside.
but it’s him after two whole months of silence. your expression immediately hardens as you hiss, “are you fucking serious?”
kangsoo swallows, “y/n—”
“no.” you shove at his chest before he can continue, “no, you do not get to just show up here after disappearing for two months like nothing happened.”
kangsoo jaw tightens, but he lets you push him.
“i can explain.”
“explain?” you laugh bitterly, voice cracking and you hated how it sounded as you clenched your teeth, “you left me alone with an eight month old baby while you ran around dealing with your crime bullshit and now you wanna explain?”
his eyes lower at that and you can see the real guilt in his brown eyes. yet, you hate that it still affects you.
“i didn’t leave because i wanted to,” he says quietly.
“well you still left.”
silence falls between you and you can feel your anger building again, months and months of fear and resentment clawing its way out of your chest.
“do you have any idea what it’s been like?” you whisper harshly, “every time my phone rang i thought someone was calling to tell me you were dead. every time someone walked past me on the street i thought they were connected to you.... i had to protect her by myself.”
kangsoo’s face crumbles a little at the mention of ji-seo.
“i know,” he murmurs, “i know, and i’m sorry.”
“sorry doesn’t fix any of this.”
he nods slowly.
“i know that too.”
you hate how calm he sounds since it ties to how tired he sounds.
it almost makes you soften then suddenly a cry comes out from behind you inside of the apartment.
it is ji-seo, and your head immediately snaps toward the couch where your daughter had been sleeping peacefully moments ago.
“shit,” you whisper.
before you can even move, kangsoo is already stepping past you into your apartment.
“kangsoo—”
he’s heading straight toward the couch, like muscle memory as if he is home.
you should stop him, you really should but your feet stay rooted to the floor as he kneels beside the couch carefully, eyes instantly softening the moment he sees her. your heart physically aches at the sight since ji-seo’s tiny face is red from crying, her little fists rubbing at her eyes as soft hiccups leave her mouth. the second kangsoo scoops her up into his arms, she settles almost immediately like she knows him.
or as if she remembers him.
kangsoo exhales shakily, holding her against his chest.
“hey, babygirl,” he whispers softly, “hey… oppa’s here.”
your breath falters while you stand there in your pajamas and slippers, since ji-seo lets out one more tiny whine before relaxing fully against him, her cheek squished against his shoulder. and fuck, kangsoo looks at her like she’s the only good thing he’s ever created in his entire life.
he presses a slow kiss against the top of her forehead, eyes closing briefly and you feel tears sting your eyes instantlybecause she looks exactly like him with the same eyes, same cheeks, and the same pout. it’s like staring at a smaller, softer version of the man you tried so hard to stop loving.
kangsoo finally looks over at you and his voice is quiet, finally explaining to you why he is back after so long.
“gwan-hee is gone.”
your eyebrows pull together immediately.
“…what?”
“he’s gone,” he repeats, “i got him.”
your lips part slightly since you understand immediately what that means and what kind of weight those words carry.
kangsoo watches you carefully before speaking again.
“that means i don’t have to be a part of that world much longer.”
your chest tightens since for months, that world had been the reason you left him.
not saying anything, you look down at ji-seo sleeping peacefully in his arms and suddenly you feel exhausted all over again.
kangsoo’s voice breaks quietly.
“i want another chance, y/n.”
you close your eyes immediately.
“kangsoo…”
“please.” his eyes glisten now with regret, “i’m sorry for everything... I am for leaving, and for scaring you, and most importantly for not being here with her.” his voice cracks as he looks down at ji-seo, “i missed you both so much.”
your throat burns as he steps closer slowly, still bouncing your daughter gently in his arms.
“i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he whispers desperately, “ten times over. i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to both of you if that’s what it takes.”
you look at ji-seo again then at him and suddenly all the anger you spent months building starts cracking apart because despite everything he came back and he came back alive.
your lip trembles at the thought of that, and kangsoo notices immediately so without saying anything, he slowly holds one arm out toward you.
the invitation alone breaks you and a sob escapes your chest before you can stop it.
you’re moving towards him and you bury yourself against him, crying hard as his arm wraps tightly around your shoulders. ji-seo is pressed safely between the two of you, warm and sleepy and breathing softly as kangsoo kisses the top of your head immediately.
again.
again.
and again.
“i’m sorry,” he whispers shakily, “i’m so sorry.”
you clutch the front of his shirt tightly and he smells like rain and smoke and familiarity. you feel tears slipping down his face too now, some of them landing against your hair.
“i should’ve been here,” he whispers brokenly to ji-seo, “i should’ve been with my girls.”
your daughter squirms softly between you both before settling again, with her tiny hand grabbing weakly at kangsoo’s shirt collar and somehow that tiny movement makes all three of you feel connected again like a family.
you pull back just enough to look at him and his eyes are red. so are yours.
₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ a/n: this one made me crash out cuz I forgot to save it and half of it got deleted and then I contemplated deleting myself lmao/jk. Fuck my stupid baka life. The next fanfic will be angst.
Contains: smut (mdni or wtv), oral (m receiving), teasing, cussing, edging, smoking, he's a piece of shit. Idk what else i suck at tagging. I still have no experience so idk what I'm doing. English is also still not my first language
Wc: 2.3k (approximately)
Teasing!Mello x fem!needy!reader
It's almost 11 pm, on a veeery quiet and boring Saturday. You had nothing to do. Literally. No work, no chores, no hang outs, even your phone was dry. Literally nothing to do. And on top of everything, you felt so embarrassingly horny.
You were lying on the couch, your head resting in your boyfriend's lap as you were desperately trying to get his attention. Surely he could add some entertainment to your oh, so boring life. Except he wasn't really paying attention to you, some random papers (or reports, as he liked to call them) seemingly being far more fascinating than you.
You whine softly, rolling on your side. You needed him, but you knew that if you said that he'd just make fun of you. So you tried another approach. "Ughhh I'm so boredddd."
You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was rolling his eyes. "Then go do something, for fuck's sake."
"Well, no shit, Sherlock. But I ain't got nothin' to do." You whine again, sitting up on the couch. This time, you managed to get a tired sigh out of him.
"I dunno, go do something useful with your life for once."
"Such as?"
He didn't reply for a while, reading something in silence for almost a minute. Or maybe 10 seconds. Or maybe 40 minutes. You didn't know. You were so needy it didn't even matter. He was mumbling shit to himself, a lot of numbers and words you last heard in a detective movie.
"Meee-lloooo, you still there?" You ask him while resting your forehead on his shoulder.
He put a hand on your head to caress your hair. "Mhm. Just doing my job, ya know?"
You turn your head a bit to the side, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You kissed the skin there, then bit. Not hard enough to hurt him, you wouldn't want that. Just hard enough to grab his attention and pull him out of his bubble. His grip on your hair tightened as he gasped.
"What's wrong with you?" He used your hair to pull you away from him, forcing you to look him in the eye. It hurt a bit, but at least you got his attention, right?
You mumble something about how mean and unfair he was, ignoring and neglecting you. He sighed, for what probably was the 100th time for the night. He was on the verge of snapping, more and more pissed by the second. You weren't sure what would happen if he did actually get mad at you, but it definitely couldn't be worse than being so unbelievably, impossibly deprived of his touch.
He pushed you back on the couch and leaned over to the coffee table, grabbing the almost empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
He didn't smoke often, but he did sometimes when he was really stressed or annoyed. Now, it was up to you to figure out which one. Probably the latter, based on the amount of sighs addressed towards you.
You pout at him, then roll your eyes. "Gosh, didn't know I was that much of a burden."
He smirked teasingly, exhaling the dark smoke. The room filled with the suffocating yet comforting smell of tobacco. "Just when you piss me off, angel." The pet name was on a such a mocking tone, you wondered if Mello was smoking sarcasm. He wasn't big on pet names and nicknames or anything like that. But he loved teasing and mocking you.
It was your turn to roll your eyes. He could be so... so frustrating.
But that look on his face, the superior smirk, the way his hair framed his face so effortlessly perfect... he looked better than perfect. You craved his touch so bad, but he gave no signs of reciprocating the feeling.
He looked at the papers on his lap, debating with himself for a few seconds if maybe he should just finish reading the attempt at a report one of his subordinates just gave him earlier that day. Once he joined the mafia he tried to organize it a bit, demanding reports to keep track of deals, members, ammo, drugs, and so on. And it had helped. Except now he was stuck actually going through said papers, having to memorize a bunch of numbers he wasn't interested in the slightest in.
He decided the papers weren't worth it. He threw them on the coffee table. And for a second you thought maybe he wasn't that cruel after all. He definitely knew what you needed, and he was kind enough to help you.
Your hope then disappeared.
Mello glanced at the ceiling, his head now against the headrest. He blew the smoke up, then gave you yet another frustrating smirk. "You have..." he looked at an imaginary wristwatch, then back at you. "Exactly 10 minutes to impress me."
He was just messing with you, as per usual. Driving you absolutely crazy, just for the sake of if.
You wanted to protest, to say it's not fair. But what would that do for you? Instead, you sat up and straddled his thighs, settling in his lap. He gasped as you did so, not really expecting you to be this brave. He placed a hand on your ass, squeezing softly.
You took advantage of the short moment of surprise to steal his cigarette and took a drag, then blew the smoke in his face. He raised an eyebrow, his grip getting tired.
"Aren't you a bit too brave?" He asked, inhaling the smoke. "I told you to impress me, not piss me off."
He took the cigarette back as you leaned in to kiss his neck, sucking from time to time to get purple hickeys to appear there. He titled his hair back, making more room for you. You slowly moved up his neck, pressing kisses against his jaw. He took a last drag of his cigarette, then dropped it on the floor at his feet. He moved his hand from your ass to your hair and used it to guide your movements.
You pressed your lips against his in a soft kiss that became a make out in just a few moments. His lips crushed against yours, his tongue so deep in your mouth you could feel it in your throat. He tasted like tobacco and chocolate, which in any other circumstances wouldn't sound too appealing, but now? Now it tasted amazing.
His hands moved to grip your waist, holding you steady. He moved them up, under your shirt, touching wherever he could. His kiss was rough and fiery and just what you needed. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him in closer, melting into his touch.
Eventually, Mello shoved you away so he could breathe, earning a whine out of you. He smirked. "Well, aren't you needy?"
You roll your eyes, then looked away. His smirk just widened. He pressed a thumb against your lower lip, wiping away what was left of your lipstick. "Be a good girl for once, will you? Suck."
He wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking and occasionally biting on it, though not too hard as to not risk him getting mad at you. You moved your tongue around it, lost in the sensation already. He pulled out his thumb, just to replace it immediately with two of his fingers. He shoved them further into your mouth, making you choke on them.
You pulled back, coughing. He laughed. "Is that all you can do? I'm not really impressed if I was to be honest."
You frown at him. He was trying to piss you off, enjoying watching you get gradually more and more frustrated. "Asshole."
"Oh? That's no way to talk, sweetheart. Watch your language."
"Please, as if you're not cussing as if it's your full time job." You talk back, already too annoyed to even care anymore.
He grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. "I'm not trying to impress anyone though, am I? Speaking of which..." he let go of your face to check his imaginary wristwatch again. "You have 3 minutes left."
"There's no way it's been 7 minutes! You're lying."
He grinned. "So you've never played 7 minutes in heaven?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
He chuckles. "Whatever. The point is your time is running out, darling."
You frown, placing your hands on his shoulders. "Whatever." You mumble to yourself. Then, with a smug grin plastered on your face, you grind down against his lap. He groaned, his hands positioned themselves on your waist, attempting to keep you still. You could feel him tense up again and, most importantly, you could feel him get harder. You grin, moving against his lap again.
"Fuck." He forced you down on the couch. He put his arms by your head and hovered over you, his hair falling over his face. "You sure are a pain in the ass, ain't ya?"
You smile at him, before wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him in. He kissed you, rougher than before. He cupped your cheek to pull you in, and moaned quietly against you.
For a few moments, everything was perfect. You could feel him against you, melted into his kiss, just what you needed. And then he pulled back abruptly and got off the couch.
You whine. "What are you doing?" You complain, the lack of touch almost physically painful.
"Relax." He took off his shirt, making a show of it. "I'm not going anywhere." Once his shirt hit the floor, he leaned down and grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head. "Aren't you a bit too needy?"
You let him undress you, too busy drinking in his shirtless torso to care about anything else. You shook your head. "Nope. How could I not be needy when... when this?" You gesture towards his upper body.
He laughs. "Ha."
After your shirt, he took off your pants, letting on just your pretty, lacy lingerie. He climbed back on top of you, pressing kisses all over your body. He was biting and sucking from time to time, making you squirm.
"Mmm... tease." You mumble, trying to pull him in for another kiss. He just smiled and kissed at the waistband of your panties. Then, with his gaze glued to your face, he grabbed your underwear with his teeth and started pulling them down. You moan at the sight, the look on his face sinfully perfect.
Once he took them off, he stood up again and took off his own pants.
The next 10 minutes were, in fact, heaven. Mello had you pinned down against the couch, moving fast in and out of you. You were quite literally seeing stars. But even this heaven was torturous, as every time you were almost there he slowed down, kissed your collarbones and mumbled something about "making it last" or whatever.
"C'mon, what do you want me to do? Stop being so cruel." He was so unfair. You needed him so bad and he... he was just playing with you.
He smiled down at you. "Poor you, suffering for 2 minutes while I have some fun." He joked.
You scratch his back, then pulled him in. "I hate you."
He kissed your jaw. "The feeling is mutual." And then, as if teasing you wasn't enough, he stood up. Ignoring your whines and protests, he sat down in the armchair across from you, and took a cigarette from the coffee table.
"Meee-lloooo." You whine. "Ugh what is wrong with you?!" You pressed a pillow over your face.
He lit the cigarette, and for a few moments said nothing. He was smoking, silently watching you. He had a grin plastered over his face. He blew smoke up to the ceiling.
"What? I needed a cig. You stress me out."
"Ugh!" You throw the pillow at him, which he caught and threw right back at you. "You're absolutely impossible."
You got up and walked up to him. Then, while staring right into his eyes, you sank to your knees between his legs. He looked surprised, but satisfied. He sure loved the view. You put your chin on his knee, looking at him with an "innocent" look.
"Shh... you're doing so good." He mumbled. You suck a few more times, careful not to bite. Then he came down your throat. You swallow, soft whimpers pouring out.
"Please? I want you so bad..." you moan unnecessarily loud, just to make a show of it.
He looked down at you, and caressed your hair. "So pretty..."
You move your head, right in front of his crotch. You look up at him, waiting for him to say or do something. He gulps, then nods. You part your lips around his tip, slowly working your way up. He clenched the fist in your hair, but didn't move you. His breath hitched.
"Mmm... yeah. Just like that." He tilted his head back and exhaled smoke.
You suck a bit harder and you can feel him twitching inside your throat. You whine, gagging.
You pull back and coughed a few times. Mello was still panting, his eyes closed. "Fuck, you're amazing." He pulled you up on his lap, squeezing your waist. "I almost feel bad for earlier. Almost."
He kisses the side of your neck, his hands guiding your hips to move against his lap. It didn't take long before you came, pressing your head against his chest.
"Mello..." you whine when he moves.
"Mmm... such a good girl." He picks his cigarette back up and blows smoke in your face. "Maybe I should tease you more often, hm?
“but you know, mello really was inlove with you” near tells you as the two of you around on the balcony. you turn to look at him, confused, “was he?” you ask. he nods, “of course he was,” he answers. you look away, in deep thought. “i would never have guessed,” you shrug.
“when everyone forgets mihael, you’ll be proof he existed. his love is so embedded in you that no one will be able to know you without knowing him,” near explains. “i wonder what he’s doing now,” you continue. near looks away. for once, he has no answer. it makes you stop and wonder what life couldve been if mihael never left wammy’s. near leaves without saying anything more, and you are left with your own thoughts.
you hear the loud sound of a motor engine, causing you to look down from the balcony. you see someone park outside and you grow curious. since when did you guys have the budget for motorbikes? the man rummages through his pocket. he pulls out a chocolate bar, raising up his helmet just enough to take a bite and suddenly, you arent too sure if you need to keep wondering as to what mihael is up to.
