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... )
She took pity on him, reaching down and beginning to stroke him, squeezing and caressing and listening to his moans. She would have liked to go the whole way, fuck him, screw him until he was screaming but common sense remained; neither of them had any protection and she wasn’t stupid enough to risk pregnancy. Instead, she settled for frantic touching and kissing, pressing their bodies together and rocking under his fingers, listening to his wonderful moans and whimpers and gasps of “Sanami, Sanami, like that, please, like that, oh, oh, oh … ”
He came before her which she had expected. She half expected him to stop but he didn’t, he continued kissing and touching her, still moaning faintly, as though he didn’t know what else to do. When she finally orgasmed under his hands, she found herself crying silently and wasn’t really sure why. She leaned against Matsuda’s shoulder and his arms wrapped around her, clutching her tightly to him, still nuzzling at her hair and neck for a while until he finally stilled.
“Sanami,” he mumbled at last. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry … ”
She didn’t know why he was apologising and touched his lips to silence him. His breath whispered over her hand. Slowly, she reached up and removed the tie around his eyes. He blinked and shook his head slightly as the light hit him. Sanami slowly got off his lap and re-tied the tie around her throat, then began to readjust her clothing. She could hear Matsuda doing the same thing and then she looked at him, he looked away, his cheeks darkening again. Sanami didn’t know what to say and she got the feeling that he didn’t know what to say either. She’d never done anything so unprofessional before.
“I’d better go back to work,” Matsuda mumbled. “I … it’s … yeah, they’ll be wondering where I am, I should … we should … sort things out … yeah … um, see you later … then.”
He stumbled off, an adorable, nervous clumsiness. Sanami watched him go, feeling a little guilty for not reassuring him. He was clearly terrified that she hated him, would never forgive him and that wasn’t true, it wasn’t what Sanami felt at all. She’d enjoyed what had happened, even if it had been confusing. She’d liked Matsuda’s clumsy attention and she’d liked the fact that he’d been blindfolded. She couldn’t help half-thinking about what might happen if next time, she had a condom with her.
Perhaps Matsuda would be interested in such a thought.
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I'd passed over this fic because I haven't seen the movies yet and really don't know Sanami's character at all but.
SDFLSHAAAGH.
GOD, Matsuda was so in character here. And hot. Unbelievably hot. And thank you for making him hesitant but not naive, I love that he touched her, and he was good, and... guh.
I think I just fell in love with him even harder. T_T
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