pov ; you're on your knees

十九 ;じゅうきゅう| mello

pov ;

"put the gun down."

"and what makes you think i wont shoot you right here, right now?"

"because you owe me."

"i owe you shit."

"incorrect, you owe me a night in bed."

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and that was how you and mello met. in the mafia, on a friday night. and ever since that day, his top priority was getting you in bed with him.

mello had been out on another one of his 'missions' with his best friend matt, and once again, completely trashed his bike, waiting for you to fix it. you werent the best mechanic but you had learnt some tricks of the trade, and that was why mello trusted you with his precious bike.

you. and only, you.

at first you thought he was gay, for matt. but then you realized matt only had a thing for video game characters with big boobs, so gay was off the list.

the next idea you had was that he was secretly a girl, but then it struck you he never wore a bra, but maybe a binder?

nope, mello was certified a guy.

a guy that was the biggest asshole, to you. "maybe he was one of those annoying high school boys who moaned at the back of the class", you mumbled angrily, storming through the hallways to the garage.

one you reached, slipping through the metal doors a sly voice caught you,

"sneaking out to see me again?"

you choked out a scoff and rolled your orbs, "you wish, matt informed me that there was some blonde punk in my garage,"

he places a finger out to your lips, shushing you, "ah ah aah, I think you mean, our garage" he corrects, proceeding to lean against your table, filled with screws, hammers and wrenches.

"no I think I mean my garage," you mumble moving to inspect his precious ride, grabbing the half eaten chocolate bar from his hands.

you bit off a piece with your canines and munched on it. mello smirked gently and watched you, not going to stop you from eating the chocolate, after all, you had bit from exactly where he had before.

"what did you do to my precious olivia today?" you questioned, chuckling slightly at the name you had given it, after all mello hated the name and that made it all the better.

"got into a chase and rammed the bike infront of me" he mumbles, slightly embarrassed, after all, this was atleast his 11th time coming to you.

bringing the hand out from under the bike, you inspected the black liquid leaking from the pipe. of course he busted the engine, you thought, pulling your sweater off and throwing it at mello. grinning as it landed atop his face.

you positioned your body below the bike, mello watching as your body, only in a tank top and jeans, attempted to stop the leak. you stick your hand out and mello places a wrench in your hands, letting you maneuver yourself back underneath the bike.

"shit" you curse, the engine oil wetting your top and neck, dripping down to your shoulders and midriff as you sit up, wiping sweat off your brow.

your eyes flickered to his, before you yelled and covered your eyes.

"mello! get a shirt on you jerk!"

He laughed, "Why? You took off your sweater so I took off my shirt, and plus it's hot in here, and it's not the climate-"

brushing the small specs of dirt off of your jeans, you snort at his comment, rolling your eyes along with it.

"yeah yeah, help me clean up the mess"

before you could move, mello grabbed a small cloth, wiping the spilt oil off of you. but he was doing it slowly, and sensually.

his fingers gently touched your collarbone, letting the strap of your bra and tank top fall down your shoulder,making sure every drop was gone.

you had already expected such from a guy like him, constantly flirting with you, but what he did next made your eyes widen.

his hot breath hit your ear, his arm slamming you against the door frame to the garage,

"god, y/n, please, just this once," he whispered,

"let me kiss you,"

or we could just start it off in bed-"

mello didnt get to finish his sentence when your lips collided with his, at first he thought you had just placed your hand on his mouth like many times before, but your taste flooded his mouth instantly.

he pulled you in by the hips, hungrily biting on your lower lip. you let out a moan, and mello immediately pulled away from your lips, leaving you flustered.

"what?" you grumble, reddening within the second.

"that was..." the blonde tilts your head upwards, thumb placed on your chin,

"hot, how about you do it again but make it my name?"

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"a-ah!" you whined, your back arching instantly, "mello...nghh,"

the boy let out a small grunt, making sure to hit all your right spots, your entrance tightening down on his member.

"jesus, y/n" he breathes out,

"mello, mmmh....ah!" you moan out, his hands gripping yours tightly, the other holding your waist.

"use your words, honey" he growls, slowing down to tease you, prolonging your awaiting orgasm.

"oh my god...faster mell-"

matt open the room door holding his PSP in his right hand with 5 bags of chips in the other,

"Hey Mello, I got some foo-WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WALK INTO?!"

mello immediately pulls the covers over your body, pressing both his hands to your hips securely, before looking back at matt with a cocky grin,

"damn matt, did you have to walk in while we were making love?"

you slap a hand over your mouth, containing yourself since mello hadn't pulled out of you just yet, and trying not to laugh at mello's cringy line.

"IS THAT L/N?!" he yells, covering his own eyes, cheeks turning red.

"l/n? i dont know an l/n..." he ponders, turning back to give you a smirk,

"maybe, a y/n keehl, but i dont know a y/n l/n."

Matt groans and slams the door shut, "ew, bunch of gross loving n shit, ew ew ew, smells like sex in there ew, i cant ever see them the same oh my god, and to think they were fighting yesterday and now they're in each other pants oh my god..."

Mello turns back to you, returning to giving you a kiss, picking you up out of the bed and gently placing you into the bathtub as if you were the most fragile thing he had ever touched, you hadn't noticed before but Mello's apartment was huge, and so was the bathroom.

he let the warm water consume the both of you, wrapping his arms around your waist in a small hug, and for once he gave you a genuine smile, not a smirk or a scowl, but a big, bright, smile.

"damn, those hickeys fade fast" he says, tracing them in circles with a fingertip,

"how about i replace them again?"

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