Lonely Mello {Matt x Reader}.

panda-noosh:

    Premise: You and Matt finally have time alone together.

    Pairing: Matt x Reader.

   Warning: Kind of smut? Not really, but kind of. Just … Read with risk.

    You can’t hold back the laugh that escapes you as Matt pushed open your bedroom door, stumbling into your shared bedroom. He laughs along with you, trailing his lips down your neck in sloppy, messy pecks. You tangle your hands in his hair, knocking his hood off of his head and unclipping his goggles from his head, throwing them across the room.

    It wasn’t everyday you and Matt actually got time to be together. Living with a lonely kid like Mello, he needed all of the attention he could get – meaning he very rarely left you two alone. Most days, you wouldn’t mind. You had grown up with Mello at Wammy’s and his company was something you cherished – besides, he could be shot dead any day now.

    But there was also the odd day when you would look at Matt and just crave to be alone with him. You wanted to do couple things with him, things that boyfriends and girlfriends of the normal world did, and even though you knew yourself and Matt weren’t classed as a ‘normal couple,’ it was sometimes pleasant to pretend.

    “You’ve gotta keep quiet,” Matt whispers, knocking you backwards onto the bed. He grins down at you, makes a goofy face before you grab the front of his striped jumper and pull him into you, slamming your lips against his. He chuckles against your lips, his hands trailing up your back, dipping under your shirt and nipping at the strap of your bra. You arch your back, allowing him access and he unclips the restrictive piece of clothing.

    “Take it slow, Mail,” you tease, sliding away from his hands. He looks down at you, a grin on his face, his hair a mess and you can’t help but grin back. For a killer, he sure looked incredible.

     “I haven’t had you to myself in months,” Matt growls. “Don’t tease me, Y/N.”

    “I’m not teasing,” you whisper. He watches you as you pull your bra off without taking off your shirt and flick it away. Your shirt was still pressed to your body, making Matt knaw at his lips in annoyance.

    You chuckle and lay back on the bed. Matt doesn’t move for a moment, his lip getting released from his mouth as he suddenly starts to pout. You narrow your eyes, grabbing his sleeves and pulling him on top of you, peppering him with sweet kissed though he turns away from them.

    “What is it?” you ask.

    “The front door just opened,” Matt whispers, and annoyance spreads over you. You groan, falling back into the pillows.

    Mello’s back. Yippee.

    “I thought he was paying Near a visit for that picture of his?” you question. Matt nods, looking back at you.

    “He was. The idiot must have got lost or something. I should probably go and see what’s wrong with-”

    You don’t let your boyfriend finish. Gently, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, tugging him into you before he can leave. Matt is shocked at first, but his hands make contact with your waist and pull you closer to him nonetheless. A smile begins to form on his face, your eagerness clearly amusing him. It always did, though he had no room to judge at this moment. It was only a moment ago he was insisting you reveal all with no teasing involved.

    “You’re. Not. Going. Anywhere,” you tell him between rough kisses. Matt growls against your mouth.

    “God. I wouldn’t dream of it at the moment.”

    You giggle as he pushes you back on the bed, taking matters into his own hands. He rips his shirt off from over his head, revealing the pale, injured skin underneath. When you had first seen him shirtless, he was extremely self conscious of his scars. Now, he watched you smile at them and a throaty laugh escapes his mouth.

    He pushes his lips back onto yours whilst working at your jeans, fumbling with the button. You work at your top, unbuttoning the buttons before flinging it off of your shoulder, revealing your bare chest which he immediately gets to work on. His lips make contact with your breast and you groan, arching into his touch.

    “Matt? Y/N?” you hear Mello call outside. Matt frowns and pulls away from you. “Guys, I’m home early! We have things to discuss! Guys? Where are you?”

    “If he even dares walks in here,” Matt growls. You close your eyes, slumping back against the bed in exasperation.

    “Who would have thought having sex would be so god damn difficult?”

    “Who would have thought Mello was an actual six year old,” Matt responds.

    It doesn’t take long for Mello to hear his name. You hear a yell of excitement before the door to your room is pushed open, revealing Mello in all of his unwelcomed glory. He pales when he sees you, Matt straddling you with your hands covering your bare chest. Matt gently runs a hand down his face, sighing.

    “Hey,” he says, simply.

    Mello frowns. “Oh right. You guys wanted – You wanted alone time.”

    “We’ve been wanting alone time for a few months now, Mihael,” you bring up.

    Mello shrugs. You can see him trying not to look at you directly, your current state bound to be something of embarrassment to him. “I just – Well, if you wouldn’t mind doing all of this later. We have some things about the Kira case we need to discuss-”

    “Nothing that can wait?” Matt bites.

    Mello sighs, plucking at his nails. “You can get your rocks off afterwards. This’ll only take a minute, and I promise you that, once we’re done talking, you’ll have this entire room to yourselves. I’ll just – excuse myself from my own home.” You roll your eyes. Mello sticks his tongue out at you before clicking his fingers. “Now, come on. Clothes on. Business to ensue.”