Siren's Kiss - Chapter 1
Pairing: Remu/Misa, Misa/Girl
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yuri/Shoujo-ai, sex
Disclaimer: If the lawyers aren't looking, I own it.
Status: In Progress
Author's Notes: Original idea taken from akemi_crimson. View original post here.
Summary: Misa and Remu are lovers. But since they can't have sex Remu makes up for it by using her Death Note to control people to have sex with Misa.
Misa Amane got off the bus with Remu, her shinigami, close behind her. She dug her cell phone out of her purse and checked the time: only ten more minutes until she had to be at the photo shoot. She sighed and put her phone away. As she walked, she noticed a girl following behind her, a fan no doubt.
She stopped and spun around, waving at the girl. The girl blushed and ran over to Misa. After Misa signed a magazine the girl scampered off.
As she walked away Misa spoke quietly to Remu. "Izumi Nakano. I like her, Remu. How about you arrange for her to be in dressing room after the shoot?"
Remu took out her Death Note and began to write.
Misa slammed the door to her dressing room shut. After unbuckling her shoes she laid down on the couch, yawning. The leopard print mini-skirt she was wearing fell up, exposing her black satin panties. Her legs were covered with thigh high fishnet tights. The black corset top she was wearing was being to get uncomfortable, but she was too tired to take it off; it had been a long day of posing and smiling. She pulled the elastics out of her hair and turned onto her side. She laid the pillow under her head and closed her eyes.
“That girl is going to be here soon,” Remu said.
Misa waved her hand. “Okay.”
Ten minutes later she awoke to a knocking at the door. Misa opened eyes and stumbled to her feet, pulling her skirt down as she got to the door. She opened the door to find Izumi standing on the other side.
“Ah, hello Misa-san! My name’s Izumi and I, ah… Do you remember me at all?”
Misa smirked. “Of course I do. Izumi, why don’t you come in?”
Izumi gushed, "Okay!" and then entered the room.
They sat down on the couch and Izumi couldn’t stop giggling. Misa just smiled at her; this girl was freaking adorable.
Misa moved closer to the girl and she stopped giggling. Misa wrapped her arms around Izumi and kissed her on the lips; Izumi didn’t protest. While still kissing Misa, Izumi moved so that she was sitting in Misa’s lap.
She moved her hands from Misa’s back to the front of the corset she wore. Izumi pulled the zipper in the front down and then opened the front of the corset, exposing Misa’s luscious breasts. Using both hands Izumi began to massage them; Misa moaned into Izumi’s mouth.
Misa slid her hands up the front of Izumi’s shirt and under her bra. She cupped Izumi’s breasts in her hands and began to knead them in her hands.
Izumi gasped, breaking the kiss. Misa pulled Izumi’s shirt and bra off. Izumi moved her mouth over Misa’s left breast. She continued to play with her right breast and placed her left hand on Misa’s hip. Izumi flicked her tongue against her nipple; Misa moaned louder. Izumi kissed it once and then began to gently suck on it.
Misa slid her hands through Izumi’s soft, dark hair. She moved her head back and closed her eyes as Izumi stopped and began kissing her way down Misa’s stomach. She slid her left hand under Misa’s skirt and pushed it up against her stomach. Izumi kneed on the floor and moved Misa to the edge of the couch and spread her legs apart. Izumi pulled Misa’s panties off and then tossed them to the floor.
“Izumi, take off the rest of your clothes,” Misa whispered.
Izumi said nothing, simply did as she was told. She stood up and undid the button on her pants and unzipped them. She pulled her pants down and then off. She moved them aside, leaving her in nothing but a pair of tight, white panties.
Misa smiled and stood up. She walked over to Izumi and kissed her. Izumi wrapped her arms around Misa’s neck. Misa laid one hand on Izumi’s hip and slipped the other down the front of Izumi’s panties. She rubbed two fingers against Izumi’s swollen wetness and she moaned. Misa slid her tongue into Izumi’s mouth as she slid two of her fingers inside her. Izumi moaned even loader.
Misa’s moved her hand from Izumi’s hip to her ass, pulling at her the cotton panties that Izumi still wore. Misa began to move her fingers in and out in a hard rhythmic motion. Izumi broke the kiss and throw her head back, and cried out as Misa’s fingers moved faster.
Misa looked at Remu who was standing in the back of the room. She licked a wet line down the girl’s neck and smiled at Remu.
The girl moaned louder and Remu assumed that she had “an orgasm.” Remu watched as Misa dragged the girl back to the couch. The girl then began to perform “oral sex” on Misa. Misa had explained all of these terms to her, but they didn’t really mean much Remu. At least she knew what was going on.
It didn’t bother Remu when Misa had sex with others. She knew they didn’t mean anything to Misa and usually Remu got to pick whom Misa had sex with; it was usually women, but every once in a while Misa would want a man. It didn’t matter to Remu as long as Misa was happy.
Misa moaned loudly as she wet her lips with her tongue. The girl sat up wiping her mouth off with the palm of her hand. “I should, ah, probably go.”
Misa just nodded.
The girl put her clothes on and left.
Misa got up from the coach, stretching with a Misa on her face. “Misa needs a shower.”
“Oh,” Remu said.
Misa walked naked across the room to Remu and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you!” And then she went to shower.
Izumi Nakano ran down the street, still shocked by what had happened. I had sex with Misa Amane! She giggled to herself as she crossed the street.
“Hey! Look out!”
Izumi stopped dead in the middle of the street, watching as the bus came straight at her.
→ Part I
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yuri/Shoujo-ai, sex
Disclaimer: If the lawyers aren't looking, I own it.
Status: In Progress
Author's Notes: Original idea taken from akemi_crimson. View original post here.
Summary: Misa and Remu are lovers. But since they can't have sex Remu makes up for it by using her Death Note to control people to have sex with Misa.
Misa Amane got off the bus with Remu, her shinigami, close behind her. She dug her cell phone out of her purse and checked the time: only ten more minutes until she had to be at the photo shoot. She sighed and put her phone away. As she walked, she noticed a girl following behind her, a fan no doubt.
She stopped and spun around, waving at the girl. The girl blushed and ran over to Misa. After Misa signed a magazine the girl scampered off.
As she walked away Misa spoke quietly to Remu. "Izumi Nakano. I like her, Remu. How about you arrange for her to be in dressing room after the shoot?"
Remu took out her Death Note and began to write.
Misa slammed the door to her dressing room shut. After unbuckling her shoes she laid down on the couch, yawning. The leopard print mini-skirt she was wearing fell up, exposing her black satin panties. Her legs were covered with thigh high fishnet tights. The black corset top she was wearing was being to get uncomfortable, but she was too tired to take it off; it had been a long day of posing and smiling. She pulled the elastics out of her hair and turned onto her side. She laid the pillow under her head and closed her eyes.
“That girl is going to be here soon,” Remu said.
Misa waved her hand. “Okay.”
Ten minutes later she awoke to a knocking at the door. Misa opened eyes and stumbled to her feet, pulling her skirt down as she got to the door. She opened the door to find Izumi standing on the other side.
“Ah, hello Misa-san! My name’s Izumi and I, ah… Do you remember me at all?”
Misa smirked. “Of course I do. Izumi, why don’t you come in?”
Izumi gushed, "Okay!" and then entered the room.
They sat down on the couch and Izumi couldn’t stop giggling. Misa just smiled at her; this girl was freaking adorable.
Misa moved closer to the girl and she stopped giggling. Misa wrapped her arms around Izumi and kissed her on the lips; Izumi didn’t protest. While still kissing Misa, Izumi moved so that she was sitting in Misa’s lap.
She moved her hands from Misa’s back to the front of the corset she wore. Izumi pulled the zipper in the front down and then opened the front of the corset, exposing Misa’s luscious breasts. Using both hands Izumi began to massage them; Misa moaned into Izumi’s mouth.
Misa slid her hands up the front of Izumi’s shirt and under her bra. She cupped Izumi’s breasts in her hands and began to knead them in her hands.
Izumi gasped, breaking the kiss. Misa pulled Izumi’s shirt and bra off. Izumi moved her mouth over Misa’s left breast. She continued to play with her right breast and placed her left hand on Misa’s hip. Izumi flicked her tongue against her nipple; Misa moaned louder. Izumi kissed it once and then began to gently suck on it.
Misa slid her hands through Izumi’s soft, dark hair. She moved her head back and closed her eyes as Izumi stopped and began kissing her way down Misa’s stomach. She slid her left hand under Misa’s skirt and pushed it up against her stomach. Izumi kneed on the floor and moved Misa to the edge of the couch and spread her legs apart. Izumi pulled Misa’s panties off and then tossed them to the floor.
“Izumi, take off the rest of your clothes,” Misa whispered.
Izumi said nothing, simply did as she was told. She stood up and undid the button on her pants and unzipped them. She pulled her pants down and then off. She moved them aside, leaving her in nothing but a pair of tight, white panties.
Misa smiled and stood up. She walked over to Izumi and kissed her. Izumi wrapped her arms around Misa’s neck. Misa laid one hand on Izumi’s hip and slipped the other down the front of Izumi’s panties. She rubbed two fingers against Izumi’s swollen wetness and she moaned. Misa slid her tongue into Izumi’s mouth as she slid two of her fingers inside her. Izumi moaned even loader.
Misa’s moved her hand from Izumi’s hip to her ass, pulling at her the cotton panties that Izumi still wore. Misa began to move her fingers in and out in a hard rhythmic motion. Izumi broke the kiss and throw her head back, and cried out as Misa’s fingers moved faster.
Misa looked at Remu who was standing in the back of the room. She licked a wet line down the girl’s neck and smiled at Remu.
The girl moaned louder and Remu assumed that she had “an orgasm.” Remu watched as Misa dragged the girl back to the couch. The girl then began to perform “oral sex” on Misa. Misa had explained all of these terms to her, but they didn’t really mean much Remu. At least she knew what was going on.
It didn’t bother Remu when Misa had sex with others. She knew they didn’t mean anything to Misa and usually Remu got to pick whom Misa had sex with; it was usually women, but every once in a while Misa would want a man. It didn’t matter to Remu as long as Misa was happy.
Misa moaned loudly as she wet her lips with her tongue. The girl sat up wiping her mouth off with the palm of her hand. “I should, ah, probably go.”
Misa just nodded.
The girl put her clothes on and left.
Misa got up from the coach, stretching with a Misa on her face. “Misa needs a shower.”
“Oh,” Remu said.
Misa walked naked across the room to Remu and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you!” And then she went to shower.
Izumi Nakano ran down the street, still shocked by what had happened. I had sex with Misa Amane! She giggled to herself as she crossed the street.
“Hey! Look out!”
Izumi stopped dead in the middle of the street, watching as the bus came straight at her.
→ Part I