Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme
Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme!
How it works:
* 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. ( Read more... )
How it works:
* 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. ( Read more... )
“Hey, um,” she says, and he looks up, but only far enough to see black cotton panties. They seem somehow appropriate. So he leans in to lick her through them, and gets to listen to her voice crack in pleasure and surprise.
This is either a mistake, or the best idea he’s had in a long time.
He makes her come just quickly enough to feel a little proud, with his mouth and his hands. She writhes around two fingers, and when she reaches down to hold the back of his head, it’s hair pulling and gunmetal. Her short, clipped cry is just quiet enough to avoid waking the neighbours.
He’ll have to try harder next time.
Oh God, he wants there to be a next time.
“What I was trying to say,” she growls, already irritable again less than ten seconds after orgasm, as though it’s a bad thing he just licked her until she was speechless from pleasure, “was that you didn’t have to.”
“What?” That was the wrong thing to say, apparently. She bites her bottom lip and glowers.
“I.” She gestures with the gun in a way that makes him flinch internally and hope nothing gets shot, and also explains everything.
“I wanted to,” he says, firmly and instantly, and she gives him a grin that he’s seen on Near’s face before, when she solved a puzzle or managed to make a dart stick in the board, or one-upped the new L.
“Should I, um?” She’s looking down at his crotch now, in distaste and some alarm, and he laughs and shakes his head, climbing gingerly to his feet.
“That’s fine.” Obviously Mello is cocky about some things, but not about others.
“You’re not going to tell anyone.” There’s the authority back. Firm and non-negotiable.
“What? That you’re a natural blonde?” He wants to laugh, but she hits him with the gun, hard, across the cheek. Right, he’s a hostage here, he’d nearly forgotten.
“In a few days I’ll want you to take me to Near,” she spits, “understood?”
“Understood.” He may get shot, but this is worth it. “You’d be more fearsome if you pulled your pants back up.”
Mello blushes beet red, and points at the bathroom door.
“Out.”
“Until next time.”
Oh God, he wants there to be a next time.
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