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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Part 1

[anonymous]

This wasn't how L had expected it to go, really, when he called Mello into his rooms to discuss her future.

Not at all.

He didn't plan for those sharp, clever eyes to stare so fiercely into his, didn't expect the soft pink mouth with the pretty bow lips to come ever closer until they met his own, accompanied by thin, clever little hands cupping the side of his face. And even if he had, he would have sworn himself to be the responsible adult and push her away with a gentle but firm hand and explain to her just why they couldn't do that.

But oh how quickly plans fall apart.

"L, let me show you..." Mello had pleaded in husky tones belonging to women far older and in worse professions than she was, what she meant she never expanded on, but then her hand had been roughly pressing over the denim of his jeans and logical thought went out the window. L had never calculated such an eventuality, and he calculated everything.

But now, now with Mello under him, her soft childs voice back as she called out his name in a way so erotic it should be illegal, long reedy legs wrapped around his waist and milky skin flushed with sexual desire, L could hardly care about percentages. Not even cake could distract him, not as he rocked his hips forward into sleek hot wetness and heard a shrill voice beg for more. Sharp nails left dozens of crescent moons in his flesh, passing over ribs and chest and stomach, pulling him closer towards the goal.

Yes there as a goal, only one goal now, the body's prerogative, take her, fuck her, fill her. L never thought a lack of logic could be so wonderful. Logic whispered inside his head, pointed out this girl was a child, fourteen years old, two years below being legal, even here in England. Logic told him he was taking a stupid risk as his bare cock slid in and out of her tight hole, don't give a child a child you fool, and God he tried to worry, tried to care but it was impossible. He couldn't when Mello gripped him so wonderfully and her devils eyes called to him like the very first sin.

Part 2

[anonymous]

Those fine hands flailed and scratched, the sharp eyes flashed under the rapid closing of their lids as eyelashes dusted cheeks and drove away tears of pain or pleasure, possibly both. And there was her hot pink mouth (and he knew how hot because that too had been wrapped around his cock earlier), wide and opening, mewling and gasping or making no noise at all as Mello tossed her head and twisted golden locks into knots with one hand. The other was buried in L's hair now, dragging him down for hot, wet, open mouthed kisses as their hips crashed together with ever growing force and need.

There was no mistaking it now, harder he pounded and tighter she seemed to grip, her childish squeals rising in volume as faster, faster he went until with one last great push he pressed upwards into what he felt must be her womb. Muscles clenched and spasmed around his length as spurt after spurt of hot seed left it, coating her slick walls and making her scream his name so loud he felt sure Watari would come crashing through the doors at any moment, thinking murder was afoot.

Then softer, little thrusts, his hips moving again, stimulating the last of the flow out as he folded in on himself, down till his forehead touched her collarbone and his long hands padded over small, barely-grown breasts like a lazy cat. Incredible, amazing... he couldn't think....

"Mello..."

"Shh... don't... don't..." she commanded and with no hesitation L, the teacher, obeyed his student and stopped his voice.

They lay there, silent, for minutes, hours, their bodies slowly cooling with his cum trickling out of her strained pussy alongside virgin blood, staining the sheets, until L finally had the courage and responsibility to ask her. "Mello... we didn't use any protection, you could-"

A dainty laugh sounded and L raised his head to find those eyes glinting at him mischeviously, Mello's mouth spread in a vicious smile, all sharp white teeth and unspoken promises she shouldn't be able to give. "L... just how long do you think I've been planning this for?"

So he'd been caught, he was the prey and she the predator and he was trapped between her claws already. L let out a low hum and reached for a lollipop from the nightstand unthinkingly.

Yes, Mello would make a very fine L one day.

Re: Part 2

[anonymous]

OP Here: this was Absolutely. Perfect. It was wonderful, every single bit of it and I CANNOT praise you enough! THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!

Re: Part 2

[anonymous]

You're welcome! It was very fun to write! :D

Re: Part 2

[anonymous]

Fuck, this is so delicious. The language is excellent and it's powerful even for being so short.