Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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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.

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One Hell of a Night [2]

[anonymous]

The drunkenness has passed, yes, but you’re still feeling incredibly cozy, and you realize that all this while, sitting on the couch like this, your bodies have been twisted awkwardly to face each other, and that needs to be remedied. Still locked in his arms, you swing your leg over his lap to straddle him and face him directly. He sighs quietly into your mouth and his breath tastes vaguely of drink, and you smile, clutching his wrist and placing his palm on your breast.

“Mm...” he moans quietly, and as he gives a gentle squeeze, you can feel his length twitch upwards against your warmth, growing harder. It startles you, and you gasp. For a split second he looks flustered, swallowing nervously, but instinctively you grind your hips against him, both of you grunting in unison under your breath. He squeezes your breast harder, twisting it ever so slightly, feeling for your nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Did you... did you want to do... everything?” He asks, incredibly short of breath. “Because if you don’t, we should probably stop now.”

You blush, the reality of the situation waking you out of the hypnotic trance he’s put you in. You look at him carefully: his flushed face, his parted, damp lips, his eyes pleading for an answer as though another second of silence would kill him, his entire presence making you feel drunk again, his body just begging to be fucked - you close your eyes to refresh your vision and you begin to breathe again and you nod your head vigorously, yes, yes you want to do everything, you want nothing more than to feel this man inside you and you wonder what ever made you hesitate in the first place.

Matsuda’s eyes light up with childlike glee and his hands clutch the sides of your shirt excitedly. “So did you want to stay here, or would a bed be more comfortable for you?” He giggles, giving a silly smile. “Or there’s always the kitchen?”

You laugh, gesturing towards your bedroom door, but making sure to make a mental note of that last suggestion for the future. You stand up, telling him to wait a bit for you to “slip into something more comfortable” and he nods, still sitting on the couch, bouncing his knee.

Rummaging through your drawers, you find a smooth, red satin bra and panty set you’d bought recently and change into it; it shapes you perfectly. You take the opportunity to pick yesterday’s clothes from the floor and put away the comic book you’d left out, and you call him inside.

He is standing outside the door. “I can come in now?” And you answer yes, and he opens the door slowly. You can see that he is taken aback; his lips spread into a broad grin as his eyes look you up and down - “wow, just... wow” - and his eyes gravitate towards your chest. He scurries towards you and grabs your breasts playfully with both of his hands, giggling, nibbling at your ear, at once bringing out your inner child and making you feel more like a woman than you’ve ever felt before. You back up to move with him until you find yourselves on the bed, and he begins to unbutton his shirt. His body is quite slim but neither muscular nor bony, his skin is smooth and supple - so inviting, and something about the way the moonlight from the window is hitting his collarbone drives you wild. Just as he finishes removing his shirt, you pounce on him, and he falls backwards onto the bed. He pulls you down into a kiss, fondling and groping all over your body as you do the same to him, and he finally reaches between your legs and strokes his fingers against you underneath the satin fabric. He blushes deeply when he feels how soaked you already are and he picks up speed, teasing your folds and you’re breathless, sighing for more and he slips a finger inside you. Your eyes widen; his finger is strong, he’s inserting a second finger and watching your reaction, studying you and making sure it’s perfect, and it is, and you feel pure need overtake you as you clutch the back of his shoulders, your fingernails causing him to moan loudly.

One Hell of a Night [3]

[anonymous]

He removes his hand from between your legs and reaches into his pocket. He frantically opens his wallet, pulling out a condom and throwing the wallet quickly to the floor. He takes your head in his hands and kisses you earnestly, and you reach down to stroke him between his legs and he’s so hard, so eager and he whimpers blissfully against your mouth as you unzip his fly. You crawl down his body and tug his pants away hungrily, then his boxers, revealing him. He is looking down at you, breathing heavily with half-lidded eyes. You run your tongue along the underside of his length and his breath hitches - when you lower your lips around him he nearly shouts, but is too breathless to make any sustained sound - his eyes are closed as if in pain and he bites his lip, his whole body squirming in pleasure.

“Nn-if... oh, god, if you keep going, I won’t-”

You remove your lips from him and sit up, watching him, and he props himself up by his elbow as he tears open the wrapper of the condom. You move out of the way as he puts the condom on, planting kisses on his thigh. He reaches up to touch your breasts, this time slipping beneath the fabric of your bra, reaching behind your back with his other hand to unhook it. The shape of his hands is so masculine and yet they feel so gentle, so protective, and as you are crying out from his eager touch, you remove your underwear and toss it to the side.

He looks up at you with excited, blissful eyes, nodding his head questioningly to make sure you are ready. You nod in response, straddling his hips as you begin to lower yourself upon him.

Matsuda exhales deeply, closing his eyes, his breath shuddering slightly as he feels you, tight and warm around him. He fills you completely, and as you can feel every detail of his body, so can he feel every detail of yours. His hips twitch upwards a bit, initiating a rhythm between you. As he picks up speed, all the while he is mumbling, half-intelligibly; you can hear your name and some sort of positive remarks here and there, but other than that, the experience is beyond words. He opens his eyes to watch you, and as he bucks his hips more strongly, he discovers that it's causing your breasts to move just so, and he repeats the motion, watching intently, almost mischievously.

Watching him, watching his expressions, you realize that you’ve never been with someone so honest, so expressive... he has few inhibitions with his emotions and you can see exactly how much he is enjoying this... you can hear it, too, for that matter; as his thrusts gain momentum, his voice grows louder, and the sound borders on lewd. Watching and hearing all of this turns you on to begin with, but feeling him, feeling him hit all of your sensitive spots, feeling his hand roam your body as he watches you longingly... feeling him is sending you over the edge. His finger travels between your legs, just above where you are connected with him, and begins to rub your most sensitive area, watching and studying your expression all the while, and you’re at last brought to climax, shivering; you collapse and cling to him as you ride out the last waves of pleasure. And at your touch, as you roughly grasp his shoulders, he too reaches the height of his bliss with a strained shout. You almost hush him, but you have never seen anyone in quite this state of unbridled happiness, looking almost as if he were going to cry tears of joy at a moment’s notice, and all you can think of is how beautiful it is to see someone this content, and to be this content with him.

As he regains control of his breathing, he wraps his arms around you possessively and kisses you tenderly, and you can feel all your muscles relax, and it just feels right to be with him like this.

“Was it... good...?”

You reply with an affirmative moan, nibbling at his ear, laughing to yourself at how much of an understatement the gesture is. You can feel his cheek move into a smile.

“Good... for me too.” He draws circles lightly on the small of your back with his fingertip. “I brought a toothbrush, by the way... oh, and I can make us coffee in the morning.”

Nestling against his chest, listening to the soothing vibrations of his voice, you drift off to sleep.

Re: One Hell of a Night [3]

[anonymous]

This is so, so very perfectly in character for Matsuda, and very hot too.

Re: One Hell of a Night [3]

[anonymous]

1) Waaaay hot. <3
2) This is so well-done that I almost feel like I've cheated on my boyfriend by reading it. That kind of reaction takes a lot of talent. Awesome job on this.