Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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Welcome to the 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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Research Dosn't Always Pay: 1

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Mello always did his homework.
This situation was no different.
He ran through the researched facts in his mind as he placed the recommended items on the table beside his bed, and minimized the search window on his laptop while lowering the screen.
Everything was ready. He would NOT fail at this.

As he waited he stared at the wall, still running through what he had learned. He almost wished he’d just let things happen spontaneously, but according to his sources, discussing the matter beforehand was Step 1, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to follow the instructions to the letter. He was going to do this right.

It was 1am before he was snapped out of his reverie by the handle of his door turning. Matt’s tousled auburn head poked inside before she entered fully and locked the door behind her. “Hey, I didn’t see you at dinner. I thought you might have changed your mind.” At the sound of his voice Matt came and flopped on the end of his bed in a graceless heap as she usually did. “Nah, wasn’t hungry. I had other things to do, y’no? I’m here now though.” Mello could only assume this meant she’d been absorbed in one of her games, and lost track of the time.

“Well I’ve, err, got everything ready,” he said, gesturing at the bedside table. “If you still want to, that is.” Matt’s eyes widened at the assortment of colorful wrappers there. She choked back a laugh. “Uh, Mells, why do you need seven different kinds of condoms?” Mello frowned at her amusement. “Because that’s what you’re supposed to have. I know. I looked it up.” Matt cocked an eyebrow. “Well if you’re sure…” she trailed off. Crawling closer she leaned towards him.

Mello hesitated a moment before artlessly mashing their lips together. Matt’s teeth collided with his lip, and he felt her wince. He would have liked to slow things down to their usual languid kissing, but sex was meant to be about passion, so he prodded her mouth open with his tongue. They persevered like that for a few minutes, until Matt broke away, breathless, but not panting like usual. Her hands twisted in her oversized striped shirt. “So, perhaps I should… ah…” she looked pointedly down at the shirt. Mello felt a shiver of excitement. Time to put his research into practice.

“Why don’t you lie down?” Matt stared at him for a moment, shrugged her narrow shoulders and flopped backwards onto his pillow. Mello looked at her, sprawled out on his bed, and felt himself begin to get hard. He pulled her shirt off her and she shivered. Is she aroused already?, he wondered. He paused to take in the smooth whiteness of her stomach, and the shadows of her hip bones. He wanted to trail his hands down them, but snapped himself out of it. He needed to focus. That was not part of what he’d read about.

Mello could feel his hard on straining his pants now, and he hurried to undo the fly on Matt’s loose jeans. She shivered more as he stripped them off her surprisingly shapely legs, and was about to take that as a sign of encouragement when… “Um, Mells, it’s kinda cold in here. Do you have a heater or something?” Mello flushed, pride slightly stung at being wrong. Attempting to rally his flagging courage, he pulled his own shirt off and delivered a line he’d heard one of the older boys at the orphanage use before. “I know how to get you warm, baby.”

Matt just rolled her eyes at the cheesy line, and allowed Mello to unsnap her bra and pull the cloth from her chest. She shifted self consciously as her best friend stared hungrily at her small breasts.