༒︎ 7 Minutes in Heaven ༒︎ Includes - Light, L, Misa, Matsuda, Teru, Mello, Matt, & Near Content Warnings - N/A Notes - I haven't written them in a while, so I apologize if they're ooc.
♱ Light Yagami ♱
Once the two of you are locked in the closet, the timer begins. For a moment, you both stand there in silence, neither of you wanting to make the first move. Then, after a moment, you finally open your mouth to speak. Light beats you to it.
"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" he asks. You blink at him.
"Have you ever considered that maybe I don't want to kiss you?" you fire back at him in a slightly teasing manner. Light stills, very obviously taken aback, and a little hurt, by your rebuttal before he quickly recalibrates his next move. He clears his throat and maintains his composure as if it never slipped to begin with.
"I don't see why not. Unless you have bad taste in men, that is," he teases with a charming, yet sharp, grin. You ignore his comment.
"Do you even want to kiss me, Yagami?" You scoff and eye him sternly for a moment.
"Of course. You're not too bad looking yourself. I wouldn't mind kissing you." He's quick. Too quick. You can't analyze any of his moves when he's standing so close to you.
"Then why haven't you kissed me yet?" you ask, throwing his own words right back at him. He scoffs and turns his head to the side. You smile to yourself and save that little victory in your head for later.
"Maybe I'm just waiting for the right moment," he challenges through gritted teeth.
"Time's running out," you remind him as you lean in closer. You tap on the side of his watch, emphasizing the time limit the two of you have in here. "You better decide when to do it."
Then, without another word, he grabs your hips in his hands and kisses you. His lips collide with yours hard and fast in a way that is completely unlike him. It's messy and rough. It's completely different in comparison to the controlled and mature way he typically carries himself outside of this closet. His tongue, teeth, and lips collide with yours in a meaningless mesh of haste. And yet, there is an underlying rhythm to it—a method to his madness. There always is.
♱ L Lawliet ♱
L is sitting in his usual crouch on the floor of the closet. You sit on the floor across from him and stare at the man.
"Have you ever kissed anyone before, L?" you ask. He simply shakes his head.
"No, I have not. I don't really have the time for frivolous activities like that." You stare at him for a moment, a bit shocked at his blunt response. Then after a beat, you slowly crawl over to him.
"Would you like to try now?" you ask lowly. L looks at you before he tilts his head to one side.
"Yes," he hums, "I would. Although my rationale may lower after the interaction, it couldn't hurt to know what the common human experience is like."
"You talk too much," you chuckle. "Just a simple 'yes' would've been fine," you tease. You lean in closer, your soft breaths mingling with his as the air slowly gets more heated. L seems to get the hint.
"Then, yes, I would like to try kissing you."
You smile before leaning in and pressing your lips to his. You move your lips against his slowly, making sure that he can keep up with the pace. L, ever the fast learner, keeps in time with you perfectly. You hum in approval against his lips, not surprised, but a little impressed. You're careful not to slip your tongue in just yet, holding back until he gets used to the feeling of your lips. Then, without warning, L slips his tongue between your lips. You let out a soft noise of surprise at the intrusion, but quickly accept it as L slowly swirls his tongue, trying to get used to the feeling of it.
Without pulling away from his lips, you shift forward and settle in his lap, straddling his hips and trapping your legs on either side of him. L pulls away and looks up at you, clearly not expecting you to make that move. You simply smile down at him before capturing his lips in yours again.
♱ Misa Amane ♱
Misa is on you within seconds of the door closing. She immediately wraps her arms around your neck, wasting no time in making sure that each second of these seven minutes is not wasted. You freeze at the contact, arms stilling at your sides in shock. Misa kisses you just as soft and sweet as her personality would suggest, but before you can relish in the situation for too long, she pulls away. You blink at her, slightly dazed from the force at which she clung herself onto you.
"You're doing it all wrong," she huffs, pouting slightly before you can even get a word in.
"What?"
"You're kissing all wrong! You're as stiff as a board, and your hands are at your sides!"
"Wha-well then what should I be doing?" you sputter, clearly confused by her outburst, and still not yet recovered from that first kiss. Misa groans and tilts her head back before she lets out a deep sigh.
"Here." She takes your hands in hers and guides them over to the slight dip in her waist. "You're supposed to keep your hands here," she instructs sharply. "And stop being so stiff! Move your mouth, your hands. Be human." You nod.
"Human, yeah. Got it," you mutter out, still a bit dazed from earlier. You swallow down the dryness in your throat as you gently trace your hands up and down Misa's waist.
"Now, try it again," she sighs, clearly exasperated with the fact that she seemingly had to teach you how to kiss properly. Her lips are on yours before you get the chance to say anything else. You do as she instructed, moving your mouth against hers like some form of ballroom dance. You gently trail your hands along her waist, down to her sides, and back up again, mindlessly running your hands where they please as you kiss. Misa sighs, this time with content, before she pulls away again. "Better." She grins before pulling you back into another kiss.
♱ Touta Matsuda ♱
Matsuda is visibly nervous. His hands are shaking so violently you think that they'll tear off at the wrist.
"Man, I shouldn't have agreed to play," he mumbles underneath his breath. He hasn't looked up at you once since the doors closed on you two, but you can't really blame him.
"Hey, it's alright." You place a reassuring hand on his arm. "We don't have to do anything in here if you don't want to."
"No, but I-" he cuts himself off. "Sorry! Forget I said anything!" He waves his hands around in that usual, flustered fashion of his.
"What? What's wrong?"
"I-" Matsuda takes a deep breath before speaking again. "I do want to kiss you," he says. "I mean, really want to kiss you. You're-so nice, and good looking, and pretty, and I-"
You cut him off this time, finally bringing your lips to his. He gasps for a moment, eyes flying wide open with shock before he quickly melts against your lips. He instinctively brings his hands to your hips, resting them there comfortably as if this is the most natural thing to him. And, as you continue to kiss him and he continues to meet the movement of your lips, you can't help but think so too.
♱ Teru Mikami ♱
"May I?" he asks, already reaching out one hand towards your face, hovering just above the skin of your cheek. You nod, your body already thrumming with anticipation. "I need verbal confirmation if we are to continue." You smile for a moment before nodding again.
"Yes, Teru. You may kiss me." It's like a switch flips in his brain, and you can see it in the way he both relaxes and tenses all at once. He lets out a shaky breath and takes a step closer to you.
"Oh. Thank you." He shudders as he finally cups one side of your face in his hand. "Thank you," he mutters again. "You're so soft." He seems almost infatuated with you as he reverently rubs his thumb against the skin of your cheek. "I don't deserve to be here, to kiss you," he mumbles. Despite this, he leans in, his lips barely brushing yours. "Forgive me," he says breathlessly before kissing you slow and soft.
Teru moves his mouth against yours slowly, making sure to take his time with you. He kisses you like he's at an altar, or a temple. He treats every inch of you as holy as one hand cups your face, and the other gently holds onto your hip. He doesn't change the pace, doesn't try to speed up or get rougher with you as time passes and the kiss goes on. He's content with this, with you. You can feel it in the shaky breaths he intakes from his nose, and the slight tremors throughout his body that he's been trying to contain as he focuses more on kissing you. At this rate, you wouldn't be surprised if Teru didn't hear anyone opening the door to tell you two that seven minutes are up.
♱ Mello ♱
"I always thought this game was stupid," Mello scoffs. He doesn't try to breach your established side of the closet. He presses his back to his side, keeping his distance.
"Why is that?" you ask, taking a step forward towards him. He shoots you a look, but not one that holds any aggression in it. Just slight irritation.
"It's idiotic, that's why," he huffs. You can see his shoulders tense just slightly. "It's so illogical that there's no reasonable explanation for its continued existence," he scoffs. "Who wants to be locked up in a cramped space with someone for seven minutes under the guise that you either kiss or have sex?"
"You're such a pessimist," you muse, chuckling slightly. "You're getting so worked up over it too. It's just a game, Mello. It's supposed to be fun, there's nothing serious about it."
"I still think it's stupid."
"We'll see how long that lasts." You grin and take another step forward, finally stepping into his established side of the closet.
You're closer now. Much closer than you were just a second ago. You're not sure if the pounding in your ears is coming from your own pulse or Mello's, but you honestly can't find it in you to care. Even in the dim light of the closet, you can see Mello's cheeks dusting pink. You smirk at him, tilting your head to one side before opening your mouth to make a smart remark, but Mello is quicker. So much quicker.
He shoves you back against your side of the closet, your back hitting the wall as Mello hovers over you, completely caging you in. Your breath hitches in your throat before he smashes his lips against yours. It's hard and rough, all clumsy teeth and tongue. You're not sure if the wetness in your mouth is from blood, saliva, or Mello's tongue, but God you couldn't care less at this point. He's so rough it hurts to breathe as his hands grip your hips in a bruising hold, as if he's simultaneously trying to ground himself in this moment, and keep you remembering this moment for as long as those bruises stain your hips.
He finally pulls way, his face flushed and lips swollen with your shared kiss. You can hardly catch your breath as you pant heavily into the heated air of the closet. You swallow down the dryness in your throat before speaking.
"I thought you said this game was stupid," you tease, panting hard and grinning against his lips.
"Shut up," he snarls. You don't tease him any further. You can't, really. Especially not when he surges forward and claims your lips in another rough kiss.
♱ Matt ♱
Matt's fingers twitch at his sides, itching for something to keep his hands occupied. A cigarette, a console, a lighter, anything. But, in this small closet, there's nothing there. Nothing except you, that is.
"Damn," he mutters to himself. You eye him oddly from your side of the closet. "I, uh, kinda need something to do with my hands right now. Didn't bring my lighter or my Gameboy with me," he elaborates.
"Ah, I see." You continue watching as his hands twitch. He occasionally flicks his thumb against the bottom of his forefinger, mimicking the sound of a lighter flicking. You sigh before taking a step closer to him, deciding to finally put the poor man out of his misery. "Here." You grab his hands and guide them to your hips. You feel Matt's gloved hands twitch as he stares at you, blinking slightly behind his goggles.
"Jesus. You're feeling ballsy today," he mumbles, barely holding back the grin on his lips. Matt finally tightens his hold on your hips, if only a little. He feels more secure now that his hands are occupied, albeit, on your hips whilst the two of you are pressed incredibly close together in this small closet.
"Yeah?" You tilt your head to the side as you look up at him. "Are you feeling ballsy today, Matt?" You grin. His face shifts, now matching yours with an even more mischievous grin.
"Maybe," he hums before leaning down, his lips now just inches away from yours. "Maybe even more so."
You shudder at the newfound proximity before he finally presses his lips to yours. It's slow, but so deep and downright filthy. Matt wastes no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth, moving his lips against yours in the slowest, most erotic way possible. You wonder how he got this good with his mouth until he kisses you deeper and you can taste the faint, lingering taste smoke.
♱ Near ♱
"I don't understand," Near says, staring at you blankly.
"We explained the rules to you already, Near," you huff, chuckling slightly.
"I understand the rules of the game and how it operates," he corrects. "I just don't understand what the purpose of the game is."
"It's fun." You shrug. He continues to stare at you. The slightest flicker of confusion flashes on his face.
"Fun?" he repeats slowly, as if the word is foreign on his tongue.
"Yes," you reply, nodding simply.
"Stacking dice is fun. Playing with my cars and robots is fun. I fail to see how this supposedly meets that same level of enrichment." His words cause you to sigh deeply.
"You're thinking too much about this. Here, let me just-" You slowly and gently cup Near's face in your hands. He tenses just a bit, but says nothing. His gaze never leaves your face.
You carefully bring his lips to yours as you gently brush his cheeks with your thumbs. Near is still so tense, he won't let up. You hum against his lips and tilt your head, changing the angle slightly and continuing to kiss him softly. It's only then that you can feel him slowly begin to melt against your lips. Near's hands stay still at his sides, simply letting you take the lead and not intervening too much, if at all. Once you pull away, he simply stares at you again. This time, however, you can't help but notice the slight shade of pink that dusts his cheeks.
"So?" You grin, tilting your head to the side.
"That was not fun," he replies. Your smile falls a little at that before he speaks up again. "But, it was very pleasant. I would not mind doing it again." Your smile returns as quickly as it left, and your lips are on Near's even quicker.
