Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade.

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Through the Wall part8

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And she crosses the room in what seems like a flash, falling to her knees in front of him, tentatively brushing over the bulge with her fingertips. His soft moan, muffled, sounds very young and it spurs her on, giving her a feeling of control. Carefully, watching him the entire time, she bites the zipper of his jeans between the teeth and slowly, slowly pulls the zipper southward.
“Oh, God, Misa!” His hushed blasphemy is enough to tell her she’s doing well so far and gives her another surge of confidence, allowing a small smirk to tweek her lips. Teasingly, she runs her fingertips over the bulge in his boxers, pressing soft, massaging kisses to the fabric, relishing in the soft moans and whimpers the man above her emits.
Sliding her fingers beneath the elastic of his waistband, she pulls the fabric down at a snail’s pace, allowing just the tiniest bit of her nails to graze over the skin of his lower abdomen.
“Mmmph!” Stifling a moan, L’s torso arches into her touch and before long his erection bounces free.
Sitting there with wide eyes, Misa gently touches the smooth skin, earning another muffled moan from L. Gazing up at him through lidded eyes, she inches closer to his cock, cheeks enflamed, she gently runs her hot, wet tongue over his head.
“Oh, GOD!” L nearly shouts, his hips thrusting gently against her. “Misa- c-continue!”
“A stutter from the great L? My, my,” grinning, she takes the head into her mouth, just barely sucking lightly while running her tongue around the flesh. Soon, she feels hands in her hair, pushing on the back of her skull and she pulls back.
“Ah-ah-ah!” She admonishes, teasingly, then licks a slow line from the base of his cock to the tip, where she then takes as much of him in her mouth as possible.
“Misa!” Suddenly, her head is yanked back by her hair and she’s hauled up from her crouched position. With his pants slung low around his hips, L quickly pushes Misa against the counter, spinning her around to face the mirror. His voice is stern but charged with arousal.
“Lean over the counter and spreads your legs.”
She does so, turning her head slightly to speak until she hears and feels a large rip in her fishnet stockings.
“What are you doing?!” Her voice comes out a little shrill.
“I’m making myself an entrance.” His hands ghost up the inside of her thighs. “I want to fuck you with your clothing on.” Reaching higher, he gives a yank on her panties, causing them to tear the seam. Pushing the fabric out of the, he speaks hotly against her thigh, “Every time you see fishnet stockings, you’ll think of me.” Then suddenly, his mouth is on her, his tongue running slowly up and down her slit.
With wide eyes, her back arches and she cries out.
“Ah! L! What are you- oh God, I can’t believe-!” But soon, her words dissolve into heated moans, panting and urging him on.
“Oh yes, L, that feels so good! Oh, fuck, L, your fingers, use your fingers, please!”
With a smirk, he slowly slides his middle finger inside her, in and out, flicking the tip of his tongue against her clitoris.
“AHH! L! Ohhh, p-please!”
“Please…what? Do you want something, Miss Amane?”
A deeper flush darkens her cheeks.
“F-fuck me, please!”
“I am, Miss Amane, do you not feel my hand?”
“No, not-! More, I want more, please!”
“More fingers, Miss Amane?” His ring finger nestles inside her beside the other, causing her to flutter around him.
“Ahh!! Nooo, that’s not what I meant, stop teasing meeee!”
He gives a low chuckle, continuing to thrust his fingers within her.
“I’m sorry Miss Amane, I will not know exactly what you want, unless you tell me - tell me exactly what you want.”