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... )
Slowly, Light pushed open the door into the bedroom the two prodigies shared. L was at his side in an instant, clipping the cuff back around his wrist. Then the detective beckoned him over to the bed.
"Sit down," he commanded.
Trying to disguise how shaky he was all of a sudden, Light obeyed, resting himself awkwardly near the edge of the mattress.
I am scared. Ryuuzaki is a sick pervert. I am not aroused. Iamnotaroused.
L knelt before Light as the other boy tried to look impassive. Cool, long-fingered hands slid up Light's legs, slipping beneath the lace of the chemise with ease.
Now Light shivered, stiffened, tried to fight against the heat gathering in the pit of his stomach. He placed his hands slightly behind him and leaned back, trying to wish himself a thousand miles away from this humiliation.
Then he felt L's face against him, nuzzling against his groin. Soft breathing, inhaling and exhaling directly against his all ready piqued cock. And those hands- rubbing small, questing circles against his hips, kneading the skin ever so softly. The chemise was hiked up just above his hips, and as he stared down at the detective, felt that silky black hair brush against his thighs, the heat in his stomach pooled lower, and to his horror he began to harden against L's cheek.
The detective looked up at him and smiled, inhaling again.
That damn g-string stretched to hold Light's growing erection, but the elastic in the band prevented it from continuing to rise fully. It strained at a near right-angle to his stomach. His arms were unsteady now, barely able to hold him upright, and he knew his face was flushed and god damn the stupid clingy chemise thing was probably giving L a prime view of his hardened nipples. He would never do this ever ohgod
That was L's mouth, brushing against the base of his cock. shitgoddamn And the same lips again, kissing his tip through the lace.
"Hahh--" Light panted, eyelids fluttering as he tried not to give in to the teasing. But his legs were spreading wider of their own accord, and oh no his hips arched up in a futile attempt to become more familiar with L's mouth.
It was then that Light's arms gave out, and he fell backwards against the bed with a moan. And suddenly L was crawling over him, one knee firmly between his thighs and mmgodyes a tongue lapping at one of his nipples through the sheer material of the chemise, fingers doing wonderful things to the other one please His knee, denim against lace, he can't stand it, needs more of it please
Moans and whimpers are sounding from the back of his throat and he wonders if that's what a whore sounds like but god he doesn't care because it feels so good. But he has to make sure- one of his hands slips down the coverlets and finds L's jeans, slides up until he finds the bulge he was hoping for. That's when he hears L make a tiny sound in the back of his throat and he stops thinking again, just rubs the heel of his hand against L's crotch and moves his hips against L's knee.
And now there are kisses on his neck, long sucking ones that feel strange and incredibly good, a hand tangled in his hair, and they're both making shameless noises and this was not according to plan but nobody cares because it feels good, feels right.
The release hits them hard, in a frenzy of friction and saliva. It comes when L moves just a little, shifts his legs over so they can press their hard-ons right on each other, and then they're thrusting against each other without any of their typical self-control until they both come. In the throes of his orgasm, Light does something stupid and instinctive- pulls L's head up towards his and kisses him, hard and clashing and perfect.
Later, L consents to sending in some of Misa's stolen panties in for laundering. Seems like Light's developed an interest in girl's underclothing- and the shared hobby seems to have bonded them like things like chains never could.
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This is my first smutfic :D So it's unbeta'd, and I posted it before reading it carefully. Please forgive me for any typos.
I feel very accomplished now, and I hope I've helped meet Anon's requirements. :] Happy reading!
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GURRRRL ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A MEN IN LINGERIE FETISH? BECAUSE I AM QUITE SURE THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN A TURNOFF FOR ME.
this was really good. ;_;
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Captcha is "breaths too" which is funny, because the breathing so close to his crotch was a turn on too. HOW DOES IT KNOOOOOOW.
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