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[sugarylawliet]

hi! could you please write Mello smut where Mello thinks his s/o is cheating on him with Matt and then he obviously confronts his s/o about it which leads to a fight and then they take it to the bedroom with some degradation kink? thank you :)

mello my beloved...i'm down so bad

> warnings: nsfw/smut, slight degreation, smoking mentions, jealousy

"Matt, let me have a hit?"

The brunette boy sat adjacent to you eyes you with a quirked eyebrow, a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth as the scent flooded the enclosed room, though nobody in the hideout seemed to mind. "You smoke?"

"No, I just wanna try."

Matt shrugs, plucking the cigarette from his lips and handing it to you. You bring it to your mouth, inhaling. You begin to cough as the heat hit the back of your throat with a sour taste, earning a chuckle from Matt.

"What's wrong?" He swings his arm over the back of the couch behind you, "Can't take it?" He smirks.

"Shut the hell up, Jeevas."

He presses a hand to his chest, acting fake-hurt, "That stings, sweetheart."

"Whatever." You laugh.

Suddenly your blonde-haired boyfriend is before you, looking quite unhappy. Had he been in the room the whole time? You hadn't seen him a second ago, as if he had just appeared.

"What's up Mello?"

He says nothing, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up from your seat before dragging you out of the room behind him.

"Ooooooh," Matt called teasingly; you flip him off before Mello pulled you out of the room.

"Mello, let me go. What the fuck is wrong?"

His silence remains unbroken, speed walking down the hallway with you being dragged along behind him before he reaches the door to his room, pulling you inside and slamming the door. He's looking towards the door and seemingly fiddling with the lock as you stare at his back.

"Mello-"

"Shut up." He raises his voice, slamming his gloved hand onto the door with a loud crash. His angry demeanor scared you into submission.

“Y/N, do you think I’m stupid?”

“What?”

“Tell me.” He turns around to face you.

“N-no.”

“So why do you think I don’t notice you constantly flirting with Matt? Are you with him, huh?” He slowly walks towards you, backing you up until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed behind you. “Are you cheating on me?”

“What? No, I would never, we’re just friends, Mello, you know that.”

“No, I don’t know that, Y/N.” He inches closer to you, his knees touching yours causing you to fall down, your back hitting the bed as he towers over you.

Mello bends down so his body hovers over yours, tracing his fingers along your collarbone and slowly inching down. He pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor before caressing your sides and your stomach. “Seeing you flirt with him, seeing how much he likes it...it’s not fair, Y/N. You’re mine.” He dips his hand under the waistband of your pants, slowly rubbing his fingers up and down your heat through your panties, but not putting enough pressure on his touches to give you the contact you needed. “You know how jealous I get.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mello...” You buck your hips upwords, desperate for more pressure to his touch.

“Hah, needy much?” He pushes your hips back down with his free hand, “Why should I give you what you want after you flirted with my best friend, hmm?” His middle finger moves up to rub your clit slightly through the fabric teasingly. “Bad girls shouldn’t be rewarded.” He removes his hands from you, instead taking off his gloves and running his fingers through his hair nonchalantly. 

“Mello, please...”

“What was that? Oh, now you want me to touch you? Didn’t seem like that a few minutes ago.”

“I do Mello, please, just touch me...” You buck your hips up, desperate for friction, earning a chuckle from the man standing over you.

“Beg nice and loud for me sweetheart, let everyone else hear how desperate you are for me. I want Matt to hear, I want him to know you’re mine and only mine.”

Your face flushed red at the thought of the others in the hideout hearing you, but the desperate words spilled from your lips nonetheless, “Please, I need you so bad. Please touch me Mello, I want you, I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Mm,” He smirks, quickly pulling off your shorts and underwear, “That’s my good girl.” He dips two of his slender fingers inside your heat, earning a loud moan from your lips. You press your hand over your mouth, embarrassed at how sensitive you were to his touch.

“None of that,” He uses his free hand to remove your hand from your mouth, his fingers pumping faster, “I wanna hear your moans nice and loud, doll.” He adds a third finger, curling them upwords and hitting your sweet spot. You gasp, your breath hitching as you push your hips upwords. Mello removes his fingers, earning a loud whine from you.

“Mello, I was close...”

“I don’t care. You don’t like being teased? Then stop being bad. Now get up.”

You obey, standing up before Mello sits on the bed in your place. He motions for you to come over, cohearsing you to straddle his lap. He unzips his black leather pants, pulling himself out and pumping a few times, locking eyes with you.

“Please...” You beg.

“Do you deserve it?” 

“Mhm, I’ll be good, please. I’ll never even talk to anyone else in the hide-out anymore except for you, whatever you want, I promise. I’m only yours, please, I need it.”

Mello licks his lips with a cocky smile, guiding his cock to push into you with a deep groan. He places his hands on your hips, guiding you to ride him as he throws his head back. “God, Y/N...”

“Mm, fuck Mello, you feel so good...” You moan loudly, disregarding your previous concern about being too loud and allowing profanities to spill from your lips.

Mello bucks his hips to meet with your grinding, the both of you quickening your pace as the sound of both of your moans and pants. filling the room. Mello’s teeth bite down on his bottom lip with his eyelids half-closed in pleasure. He reaches his finger down to rub your clit as you ride him, quickly approaching your climax. His added touch earns a loud moan of his name.

“Mm, that’s right Y/N, moan my name. God, you sound like such a slut. Could Matt make you feel like this, hm? Tell me...”

“N-no...’

“That’s right, I own you, only I can make you feel like this, make you scream like this, right? Huh?”

You gasp as he thrusts harder into you, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix and bringing you to the edge of your orgasm, “Oh god, Mello, fuck, yes, you own me,” You could barely talk due to the pleasure flooding your senses. 

“Make it up to me and cum for me Y/N.”

Almost on queue, your grinding slows as you release around him with a scream of his name, him finishing soon after you. You rest your forehead against his, exchanging the sound of loud panting breaths as you gathered yourselves. After a minute, he taps your thigh, signlining for you to get up. He fetches a wet towel from the bathroom, tossing it at you and fixing his clothes. 

“Let this a lesson, Hm? I hope the other guys heard you sounding like a slut for me so they know you’re not allowed to flirt with them anymore.” He winks at you before swinging the bedroom door open and leaving.