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... )
“Give them to me.”
She took the packet from her bag and held it out. Mikami took it and placed it on the bedside table, then turned back to her.
“Would you remove your clothes, please?”
“I beg your pardon?” she said, indignantly.
“Would you remove your clothes, please?” he repeated, eyes still fixed on her, tone almost stern.
“You assume a lot from a kiss,” Takada said, not moving.
“You have brought protection with you. You are interested. I am interested. I do not intend to hurt or humiliate you, if are worried about being vulnerable.”
“Are you checking out the goods?” she said, a little sarcastically.
“Please don’t be insulting, Takada-san. Remove your clothes now.”
She wasn’t quite sure why she obeyed him. She hated being ordered around and Mikami-san had no right to assume such things of her. But something about his eyes was compelling and she was a little curious to see where things went. Mikami-san was no threat to her. If she felt uncomfortable, she could always leave.
He watched her every movement as she removed her clothing. Takada made no effort to make it sexy. He had asked her clinically, like a doctor, so she stripped like that, professional, quick unfastening and pulling until she was only in her underwear. She stopped then and looked at him.
“The rest, please,” he said.
“No,” Takada said.
“Yes. Please finish.”
“Do you intend to remove your own clothing at any point during the proceedings?” she asked, a little sharply.
“Of course. But for now, your clothing.”
It was embarrassing to remove her bra and knickers but she did and kept her arms firmly by her sides, trying to show no embarrassment. Mikami’s eyes flicked over her. In any other man, she suspected she would have found it degrading, like being appraised but with Mikami-san, it was different, more as though this was how it should be and he was pleased.
“Come here,” he said quietly.
Takada walked over. Mikami put his hands gently on her shoulders and kissed her. His mouth was just as soft as before, his hands warm but not unpleasantly so. When she pressed closer, she realised that he was shaking slightly and slipped her arms comfortingly around his neck, stroking his hair. He gave a little sigh and for a moment, Takada thought that she was back on the ground she’d been expecting; herself as the instigator, Mikami following her lead.
Then his hands came up and he caught hold of her wrists, very gently but still very strong. He pulled her hands down, holding onto them quite carefully, as though she was made of glass and continued to kiss her, his tongue delicately tasting her lips. Takada pulled back.
“I am not into bondage,” she informed him but the image of him holding her down was suddenly rather compulsive and she didn’t try to pull her hands away.
“Neither am I, Takada-san. Please get into the bed now.”
He let her go and she obeyed, by now fascinated by his odd commands. He began to remove his own clothing, folding it fastidiously, making sure that everything was in its proper place. His body was as beautiful as she had imagined it to be, pale and well-formed although not totally unblemished. A few odd glossy marks showed old scars, probably from childhood and she thought of his remarks about relentless bullying from classmates.
“You poor thing,” she murmured and he looked at her for a moment, then shrugged.
“It was in the past. It taught me lessons I needed to learn.”
He turned to face her and she noticed with some surprised how aroused he was. Most men would have already been in bed once they’d reached that state, clumsily trying to penetrate her, pawing at her skin. Mikami-san really was such an oddity.
He got into the bed with her and ran his fingers down her face, tracing her lips delicately. When she tired to move closer to him, he pushed her back.
“No. Please stay still.”
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