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Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme! (#2)
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* 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 stood up, and before she could change her mind slid the zipper down the rest of the way. From between the now parted leather, Matt could see the black lace of her bra, a front clasping one he took note of. “You can, ah, watch. Maybe even touch a little.”
“Watch what? You do a fucking strip tease? Fuck you Mello.”
She undid the laces of her leather trousers, and pushed them down further on her hips. “Not a strip tease Matt. You can watch me fuck myself.”
Matt eyed her with distrust, in the past she had insinuated things and done the total opposite. “Bullshit. You don't have the fucking the balls to do that.”
“Is that a challenge?” She slid the pants down further, exposing her lace trimmed black silk panties. She kicked the leather to the side, reaching down to retrieve her birthday gift before making her way over to the other couch.
Matt watched her ass she walked, although she was giving off the airs of confidences, his years of knowing her told him that she was nervous. The way she held her head was not as high, the fact that when she turned to see if he was watching her eyes were just a little wider than usual. The nervous way her fingers clenched tighter around the toy, as she sat on the couch, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she situated herself that she sat, feet flat on the cushions, legs parted.
She crooked her finger, beckoning Matt to come closer. He approached her slowly, his jeans suddenly feeling tighter as he watched her exhale deeply in nervousness, running the tip of the dildo against her pantie covered crotch.
“Would work better if you got rid of the panties, Mello.”
She shivered at the breathy way he spoke the words, his fingers teasing the lacy trim along the top before gently tugging. She lifted up a little, allowing him to slide them off. Her face burned as she watched him palm the underwear, his eyes which had until then been locked on hers traveled to her now exposed womanhood. She took a deep breath, parting her legs more, exposing more of herself to his emerald gaze.
His fingers circled her wrist, guiding her hand that was holding the dildo. “Fuck yourself.”
She had never heard his voice this deep, this filled with hunger, and the thought of giving him what he wanted caused her stomach to flip, her heart to race erratic. He let go of her wrist, settling back on his knees to watch as she shyly teased the tip along her slit. She had a few times in the past dared to touch herself, but never had she thought that she could do something so dirty, so wonton as she was doing right now.
She slid the tip inside, its progress halted by the membrane that was a testament to her prior statement of virginity. She paused, gnawing harder on her lower lip before pushing in deeper. Her muscles clenched, and her breath hitched as she felt the sting of it breaking through her hymen.
Matt trailed his fingers along her inner thighs, caressing the skin as he tried to sooth her obvious discomfort from first penetration. “Just take it slow.”
She exhaled slowly, relaxing a little, pushing more of it in as the pain dulled to soft ache. “Oh god Matt.” She gasped , closing her eyes as she began to slowly move the toy in and out.
Matt's fingers, made agile from years of video playing made quick work of his zip, freeing his erection as he watched her. It took a little while, but she soon found a pace that she enjoyed, her hips gently rocking with the movements of the dildo.
“Open your eyes Mello, look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, gasping as she watched his fingers glide along his erection in time to her own movements. It had not been modeled off him, as it appeared that he both longer and thicker than what she was currently impaled on.
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“Nice. Never thought you were the type.”
“Yeah. That's me, full of surprises. ” She moaned as his fingers traced around the darker skin of the areola of her left breast before moving onto the nipple.
The duel sensation of being filled and his fingers pinching and pulling the flesh of her breasts coupled with the visual of him jerking himself off had her panting, groaning as she felt a pressure building low in her abdomen.
Her other hand slid between her parted legs, index finger rubbing gentle circles over her clit.
“Fuck Matt. Fuck me.”
He leaned forward a little more, taking a nipple between his lips and sucking, teeth scraping along the sensitive skin before letting it go with a gentle flick of his tongue. “Not yet.”
He turned his attention to her right breast, tongue flicking against the hoop before taking it between his teeth and gently tugging. With half broken gasps on her lips, she increased the pace with which she fucked herself. She could feel the brush of him arm against her leg as he matched her pace.
She sensed rather than felt him tense, a low growl escaping him as warm liquid splashed against her leg. Mello's hips bucked upwards, as with a clipped cry she came. He kissed her breasts, waiting for her breathing to return to normal as she came down from her orgasm.
“Happy birthday Mello.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, yanking him up to crash her lips against his.
“How about we take this celebration to the bedroom.” She said breathlessly once they broke the kiss.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
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Thx for writing it!
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