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... )
In seconds the tentacles had themselves wrapped around his pulsing cock and balls, squeezing, fondling, stroking, and pleasuring him in ways Mello never thought was possible. His hips bucked in response to the feeling and he felt a sharp wave of shame at how obscenely and horribly wrong this was whenever another jerk of the tentacles around him made him completely forget that this was happening to him and only focused on how fucking good it felt.
The slimy tentacles circled his entrance and a pulse of fear pierced through the wave of pleasure when it suddenly shot into him, a loud, painful moan erupting from his lips. He felt almost unbearably full and it was becoming uncomfortable when the tickling, wriggling things inside him brushed the sweet spot that had him seeing stars and all he could think about was how could something so wrong feel so good?
His pulse was quickening, the wriggling against his prostate becoming more intense, the tentacles wrapped around his cock increasing its pace. His moans were growing louder, his hips bucking faster and faster against the tentacles wrapped around him and he felt that he was about to reach his peak when the tentacles suddenly decided to wrap themselves more firmly around him, more specifically his base.
It was a well known fact that if you increased pressure at the base of a man’s penis, it would prevent one from reaching orgasm and it was this thought that made Mello moan aloud in both pleasure and dismay. He was panting, saliva dripping out of the corner of his mouth and god he just wanted release but the tentacles were not allowing him to get his way. Instead, they increased their pace, their intensity, the rubbing, everything, but wouldn’t allow his climax.
He was slowly going insane with pleasure, with pain, with need. Orgasm after orgasm was stopped in its tracks and the blonde ached and ached with pure ecstasy. He wanted it to stop but at the same time he didn’t want it to ever end. His cock pulsed and throbbed in the tentacle’s grip, dripping with pre-cum, aching with a need to release his seed. Hips bucking uselessly into the air, the tentacles finally freed him and, with a few quick, methodical jerks and a cry that could almost be perceived as painful, he arched his spine and threw his head back, the white, thick substances erupting pleasantly from the tip in several, short bursts.
Pulling out of him and slowly setting him down, the tentacle monster had then withdrawn into itself, becoming no more but a ball, that almost looked like a giant lob of spaghetti, and rolled away, leaving a red faced, panting Mello, spent on the floor. He was trembling violently, chest heaving with what he’d just experienced.
A few minutes later, he finally, slowly gathered himself to his feet and pulled his pants up. Wiping the sweat and grime from his face, he exited the warehouse and kick started his motorcycle, driving off into the setting sun.
When he’d gotten back to the apartment he and Matt were sharing, his red headed friend looked up at Mello with a concerned expression. “You look like shit. Are you okay? How’d it go?” the male asked a bit worriedly at the blonde’s serious, controlled expression.
His response was clipped. “They didn’t have any useful information.” With a heavy sigh and a hand running through his golden locks, he muttered, “I’m going to bed. Don’t disturb me for any reason unless it’s an emergency.”
With that response hanging in the air, Matt watched as his friend headed into his room, shutting the door tightly behind him. The blonde had resolved to never tell a soul about what happened to him that day. No shinigami, Death Note or otherwise was going to get what happened out of his mouth. Ever.
Not even Matt.
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