In High Cotton || Rafayel (m)

Paring(s); LADS Rafayel x reader

Word count; 3,626

Themes; swearing, smut, plushie turning human (??), I write the word plushie a lot (I'm sorry), porn with a smidgen of plot, alternative universe

Warnings; Cunnilingus, fingering, slight choking, smidge of hair pulling, some degrading (if you squint), unprotected sex (wrap it up), some boob play, (do not expect a masterpiece of a smut— I didn't realize how rusty I was at writing them until I actually started 😞)

Notes; woah, 700ish notes on my most recent drabble! That's insane tbh. It almost feels like I should only write drabbles, and it wasn't even a smutty drabble either 🤔 I thought people were usually into smut?

Either way, I'm glad yall are liking it while I readjust myself to writing smut once again! I used to write smut SO much when I was younger and then I just stopped– but when I do write it again, it might have too much detail and I do apologize beforehand for that...speaking of, it's happening now btw! I'm going to try to write good smut for this. I got this idea for a short, one-shot hentai-ish Manga (it's called…”my plushie turned into a human” or something like that)

Also, lowkey, cotton doesn't even feel like a real word anymore 😭

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In High Cotton;

//this Southern idiom means “to be doing well or living a comfortable life”; in comparison, to be ‘in low cotton’ would mean you're having a bad day//

“What are you, a child? Stop carrying around that stupid plushie! It feels like you care more about that damn thing than our relationship.”

Your head whips around to stare at your partner through a glare.

Oh really now?

You care more about a stuffed piece of fabric in comparison to your almost five years of dating this person?? Yeah, right.

Your partner was just trying to deflect this situation away from the fact that you caught them cheating.

They were grasping at straws to throw the blame on you and your cherished plush was the only thing they could throw at you…pitiful.

You've had this little plushie since you were little and, honestly, you didn't even remember what show it was from– if it was on one. Your childhood friend gave it to you shortly before he moved away and you've since forgotten what he even looked like.

The only memory of him being the purple haired, humanoid plushie currently clasped between your hands as you fought the urge to throw it at your partner.

And, tired of your silence, your partner left your apartment shortly after.

Now, you were left alone with your plushie.

You slowly swipe your thumb back and forth over its pinkish-blue eyes as you ponder just why you cherished it so much. Why you cherished Raf so much.

Yeah, Raf. That's apparently the name of the plushie. That's what your mom claims you called it throughout the years, so you had no reason to change it.

But yeah. You were unsure why it never left your side.

You always kept it in your purse, in your shirt pocket– it almost felt like an emotional support doll, at this point.

Anyway, you stand up from the floor and go lock your door so your partner couldn't barge back inside the apartment, even if they wanted to. Then, you decide to go to bed. You were off work for the next few days, so you could finally get some well deserved rest.

You quickly get changed into your pajamas and curl up in the bed with Raf in your arms. Your hand resting against the red beret on its head, thumb gently brushing over the small black bead on top of the hat as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up feeling…warm? Too warm, in fact.

You know you fell asleep with the air conditioner on, so there's absolutely no reason for the room to feel as warm as it does.

You grumble under your breath, wanting to go back to sleep as quickly as possible, and keep your eyes shut as you try to kick out from under the covers. You soon realize you can't do this, because you feel an odd weight holding you down.

If your partner snuck back in, you swear to god—

But when you open your eyes, you're met with an unfamiliar sight.

It's…a stranger. In bed with you.

Their hair, however, was oddly familiar.

Purple hair…

Nah, no way. There's no way your plushie suddenly turned into a human, but that would definitely make you feel less anxious than assuming a stranger was in your home.

You take a deep breath and glance around for your plushie. If you can find it, then this man isn't your favourite stuffed animal and if you can't– well, it could've fallen into the floor. You won't sink into the delusion that this man was Raf, until that was your final option.

You couldn't find it with just your eyes, so you attempted to wiggle out of the man's grasp. However, this only causes him to hold you tighter, his arms squeezing around your waist as he pulls you further into his bare chest.

…bare chest?

You blink a few times. Your head is close enough to touch the man's chin.

Fuck it.

You put your hands on his chest and desperately try to pull away from him, full on struggling since you've decided to not care if you wake him up or not. He came into your house, why should you be accommodating toward him??

“Hmm?”

You hear his tired voice as he finally removes one arm from your waist to rub his eyes, and the moment he opens then, you have no choice but to accept that he was your plushie.

Seriously, like what normal human has pinkish-blue eyes?? No one. Unless he's wearing contacts, that is literally your comfort doll.

You know it sounds crazy, but how else would this random guy know what your plush looks like?? Especially enough to copy its looks perfectly.

“Oh. Good morning, Y/n.” He yawns, stretching his arms up and that's when you snap.

You quickly sit up and move away from him, holding a hand out in front of you. “What're you doing in my house? You're not…Raf, are you?”

“You recognize me!?” He almost blinds you with his innocently charming smile.

“You're…joking, right? I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to believe that?” You say, half asleep but clearly not buying this act. You run a hand through your hair, brows furrowed and you could feel a headache coming on.

“Oh…you don't believe me..” he frowns, sitting up against the pillows. “Hmm…what can I do to make you believe me?”

“Uh…say something that only someone who knows me would know?” You throw your hands up in the air, exasperatedly.

Come on, how the heck were you supposed to know?? Though, you'd probably believe him if he said something personal.

“Raf” brings his hand up to rest under his chin as he contemplates what to say. After a few moments of silence, you stand up from the bed.

“Alright, if you're not going to say anything, then–”

“When you were seven, you threw up and ran into your mom's room crying because you thought you were dying…uh, oh also, when you were ten, you were trying to ride a bike and busted your knee open when you fell– you have a scar from it. At eleven, you accidentally punched a kid in the face and got into your first fight– that you lost, by the way. And at sixteen, you were going to lose your virginity, but your ex said you had to get Raf off the bed and you said, and I quote, ‘the doll stays’.”

“Raf” looks at you after he finishes talking with an almost proud looking smile on his face and you tilt your head to the side.

You…

…what?

You had no other choice, but to believe him now.

The scar on your knee would've been the easiest to guess, but the others? But you don't want to seem too gullible…

You clear your throat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Tell me more before I make my decision.”

Surely he wouldn't say anything embarrassing, right?

“You've faked every orgasm with your current partner. You can only cum if—”

“Okay, okay!” You quickly place your hand over his mouth. Your face turns scarlet as you squeeze your eyes shut. “That's enough. I'll believe you for now.”

You feel something wet against your palm and jerk your hand back. “What the hell– did you just lick my hand??” You drag your hand against your pants to wipe it off, before shaking your head. “Look, go get dressed. I'm sure my ex has some clothes you can wear.”

You put an emphasis on ex, since you decided you weren't going to stay with that cheater the moment they left your apartment last night.

Then, you leave the room.

Honestly….Raf was a pretty decent roommate. Sure, he didn’t work, but you'd come back to a home-cooked meal after work every day. He'd do the laundry, the dishes, and he even painted on the side.

You weren't sure if he'd ever turn back into a plush, but you preferred him this way. With him as a human, you could talk about your day with someone, eat with someone…there's only one problem.

Personal space and…personal time.

You haven't been able to get off in almost a month– that's how long Raf has been human by now– and it has started to get to you. You usually aren't a very sexual person, but sometimes you just need to rub one out every now and again…and you can't with him constantly snuggled in the bed next to you.

Tonight was another night where you wouldn't be able to do what you wanted.

You let out a small sigh as you get settled in bed. The TV played a random show in the background as it illuminated the otherwise dark room. Raf laid next to you, one arm curled under the pillow so he could still watch the TV. He was shirtless too, so that made your conundrum even better.

“What's wrong?” He asks, not looking away from the TV and you quickly shake your head.

“It's nothing. Nothing at all.”

Raf shifts over to his side to look at your face, raising one of his eyebrows ever so slightly. “You haven't…Well, I mean, you usually do it once a week and it's been a month now–”

“Raf–” you sigh, covering his head with a pillow. “Shut up.”

He pulls the pillow down, so only his eyes are visible. “Do you still not see me as a man?”

“I don't want to talk about this right now.” You try to pull the pillow back over his face and he catches you by the wrist.

“I could make you feel way better than your ex did…” he trails off as he guides your hand to the front of his pajama pants.

You could visibly see a bump from over the covers and you choke on your spit as you felt something warm under your palm.

Something big.

“Raf…” you trail off, but you can't find the will to tell him to let it go.

His words made you curious…you wanted to know if sex could actually feel good or if he was just talking a big game.

What could he really know about sex, anyways?

He's only been human for a month now, so there's no way he could actually be good at it, right?

As you're lost in thoughts, your hand subconsciously squeezes his election and Raf tilts his head back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to hold back a groan.

“Earth to Y/n.” He hums, snapping his fingers in front of your face. “Yes or no, cutie? I want explicit consent.”

You were battling with your thoughts, but you ultimately nodded your head.

“Use your words now. Your pretty lips aren't just there for show, are they?” The man taps his finger against your bottom lip and you let out an impatient sigh, “Yes, now can you please–”

Your words were silenced by Raf's lips crashing down against yours.

One of his hands ghosts down your body, fingers resting under the waistband of your pajama shorts, just a few inches from where you really wanted his touch. His other hand slides up your shirt, cupping a breast.

You feel the bed dip underneath you as Raf swings a leg over your body, fully pinning you to the bed as he continues his assault against your lips.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, but you playfully refuse to let him in. In retaliation, Raf’s fingers pinch around your nipple and harshly tug at it. A gasp escapes you and he takes this opportunity to slip his tongue past your open lips.

The only time your lips part is when Raf leans back to tug his shirt off and takes off yours as well.

Now shirtless in front of the man, you can't help but feel a little self conscious.

Though Raf quickly dissuades your self doubt by dipping his head down to latch onto your nipple. His hand finally moved further into your pants. His index finger resting on your clit and you arch your hips up, trying to force him to move.

Your thigh stings in pain as you feel Raf's palm collide with your skin.

“Patience.” He murmurs against your chest.

His fingers draw lazy circles against your clit and, while it is pleasurable, you want more.

You dip your hand past his waistband and grab onto his dick. Your hand could barely wrap fully around it and you could only imagine how it would feel. It felt like it would hurt…a little. But what's a little pain?

Your hand lazily strokes Raf's dick, thumb dragging over his tip to collect a few drops of precum and that's when the man finally snaps.

His fingers move lower. His middle finger slowly glides inside of you and he gives you a few thrusts with his singular finger, before adding a second one. With both fingers sheathed inside, he makes a ‘come-hither’ motion with every thrust of his digits.

“R-Raf– wa—ah— wait..” Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder while your other hand pauses its movements. You try to hide your face in your shoulder, but Raf seizes your chin with a hand.

“Don't look away now, princess. I wanna see your face. Wanna see just how good I'm making you feel.” He tsks and pulls away for a moment.

He strips you of your bottoms, tossing them to the side as his big hands grip your thighs. His palm slaps the newly exposed skin before he taps your hands.

“Hold your legs up for me and don't drop them.”

You want to question his words, but don't. Instead, you wrap your arms under your knees and pull them as close to your chest as you can. It was, honestly, a really embarrassing position, but you couldn't help but get even more wet.

Your juices were tacky against your thighs and even dripping down onto the sheets below you.

“Raf…” you whine, wondering what's taking him so long since you expected him to fuck you already. But instead of his cock, you feel something else.

You feel something warm and wet against your clit, and a strangled noise comes up from your throat as Raf flicks his tongue against your pussy. His fingers going back to your entrance to slip inside as he wraps his lips around your clit.

Your head tilts back as moans spill from your lips. Raf's skilled fingers working at your center while he tongue draws figure-eights on your clit.

“R-Raf, inside. ‘Wanna cum with you inside, please?” You finally manage to say, your nails digging into your legs.

Your heart stutters in your chest as Raf makes eye contact as he eats you out. Only pausing to respond to you, his fingers still moving.

“You gotta be more specific, princess. I am inside you right now.” He teases.

As you open your mouth to answer, he curls his fingers and they just barely brush your g-spot.

“I want your di– ah, Raf, right there!” Your hips jerk with every thrust of his fingers and you can feel yourself growing closer to your first orgasm, but Raf has other plans.

As you squeeze your eyes shut, preparing for your climax, suddenly you feel empty.

When you open your eyes, you notice that Raf is licking his fingers clean.

A lazy smirk tugs at the man's lips and his hand disappears into his pants, freeing his dick from its confines.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to his angry, red tip. The glistening precum. The way his hand drug against the length of it.

“Hey, my eyes are up here!”” Raf snaps his fingers with a pout. “Geez, you really know how to make a man feel like a pack of meat.” He taps the tip of his dick against your clit and your hips jump.

“Ah, what's the magic word, cutie?” His hand pushes down on your hips, effectively pinning them to the bed as he smears his precum across your clit.

“I…” You grit your teeth, squeezing your thighs before you finally let them go and hold your arms out. “Please fuck me.”

Raf's arms wrap around you as he finally pushes his tip inside and his voice of reason finally snaps. He was originally going to take it slow, to give you time to adjust, but the feeling of your tight, warm walls around his cock makes him unable to think straight.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you with reckless abandon. Though there is a bit of skill to his thrusts, there's also a smidgen of inexperience mixed within it.

“You're so tight, cutie. Do you like my cock that much?” He hums, his lips dragging against the skin of your neck. He firmly presses his lips down, parting them slightly to suck a painful bruise on your neck.

His hips continue to snap forward. His cock languidly pumps in and out of your pussy. The obscene noise of skin slapping against skin, the sound of your bodies coming together, fills the otherwise silent room.

His thumb dips down to make quick circles against your lip as his cock brushes against your g-spot and he claims your lips once more.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, dragging up his skin to leave deep red marks in their wake. Your moans are swallowed by Raf's lips. His tongue collides with yours and you briefly fight for dominance. You ultimately lose, though you didn't put up much of a fight.

The man pulls out and you're about to complain, but suddenly you're flipped onto your knees. Raf presses his palm into the small of your back and your face slams into your pillows.

His cock re-enters as he thrusts, his palm cracks down across your ass. You can't hide the moan that slips from your parted lips and Raf raises a brow.

“Oohh, someone's a bit of a pain slut?”

With this new knowledge, Raf pulls you up by your hair. Your back against his chest and his other hand glides over your body. His two fingers make quick circular motions against your clit and he releases your hair, instead wrapping his hand around your throat.

“R–Raf, please. ‘M so close.” Another noise slips from your lips as his cock just barely kisses your g-spot and you can feel his breath against your ear. “You gonna cum for me?” He presses a small kiss on your shoulder, his hand squeezing around your neck as he quickens his thrusts.

“Uh-huh…” you nod your head, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you try to hold back your moans. You could feel your juices soaking your thighs, could hear the evidence of your arousal with every thrust.

With one last precise thrust that brushes your g-spot, you cum.

You tilt your head back with a choked cry, your hips jerking as your walls spasm around his cock.

“Princess…” Raf groans, his hands tightly gripping your hips as he surges forward. Your body falls forward and your hands go out to steady yourself as he continues to harshly thrust. “Inside or out?”

You take a moment to think before you turn your head to the side, meeting his eyes. “Out, please.”

Raf flips you over onto your back once more and after a few more pumps, he pulls out. His hand quickly strokes his cock before his head tilts back and he moans. His tip shoots out strings of cum, painting your stomach and chest with white ropes.

“Fuck…” he takes a few breathes before you meet each other's eyes.

Then, you both laugh giddily and he dips his head down to gently kiss you.

“I'll go grab a washcloth to clean you up.” He smiles against your lips before he gets off the bed to head into the bathroom.

You sit up and stretch out your sore limbs while you look around for your phone to check the time. “Huh…I could've sworn it was on the bed..” You click your tongue and sigh, sliding off the bed to check if it fell into the floor.

Your hand pats around under your bed and you let out a small squeak of surprise as your hand brushes against something soft. You jerk your hand back, but notice your phone was on the floor. You press a hand against your chest to try and still your fast beating heart. Then, you turn on your phone's flashlight to look under your bed.

“Wait…” you squint, noticing something that looks oddly familiar and once you fish it out, your eyes widen.

It…was Raf.

Slightly dusty since it had been under your bed for a few months, but…this was most certainly Raf, your beloved plushie.

Your head slowly turns in the direction of your bathroom with wide eyes. If your plush Raf was in your hands then…who was in your bathroom?

The door swings open and Raf– no, the stranger walks out from your bathroom with a washcloth in hand.

“I think I'm going to need to do the laundry soon. This is the last clean on– oh, you found it.” The purple-haired man leans against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I– who…” you look from your cherished plushie to him. “You're not even…”

Then, he chuckles.

“You ever noticed the little black ball on his beret?” He taps a finger against his temple. “I gave you that when we were little…been watching you ever since.” He has a smile on his lips as if this was a normal thing to admit.

“You're—”

“Highly intelligent? Devilishly handsome?”

“—insane.”

“No, silly girl. My name is Rafayel. Don't worry, I'll fuck you a few more times so you can remember it.”

I tried my best and that's all that matters tbh 😭 I think it seems so bad because it's in second person and I'm used to writing smut in first. But I'm hoping I'll get better at it with practice!

Either way, I'm sure this isn't the worst smut you've read so I hope you enjoyed it!

Also, sorry there isn't a drabble this week! I might write one soon since I've got two days off 🤔 I'm not sure yet tbh

Masterlist

Started: 1/16/24

Updated: 2/26/24

Works: 18

*marks smut

JJK

Sukuna x reader

friendswithbenefits!Sukuna x reader series(in plot order)

we're not even dating!

you go on a date with someone else*

singlemom!reader x neighbor!Sukuna series(in plot order)

the first meeting

aquarium date

pipe burst, new home?

pipe burst, new home?(reader POV)

Sukuna picks up your daughter from daycare

Sukuna finds a pair of your panties and is...normal about it*

You go apartment hunting and Sukuna is 'helpful'

Sukuna suffers from your sexual tension, his lowkey (highkey) baby fever and the drudgery of a child's birthday party

the finale: dramatic confessions and pinky swears*

Extra: Valentine's Day

singledad!Sukuna x neighbor!reader series(in plot order)

Gaslight. Gatekeep. Girlboss.

Sukuna and Yuuji gaslight you into a family day at the park

One-Shots

A one night stand with your best friend's brother leaves you pregnant.*

exboyfriend!Sukuna x reader*

Nanami x reader

Drabbles

Nanami is Your Best Friend But Wants More

One-Shots

Breeding Kink but Nanami Makes it Wholesome*

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monokyubey

3 years ago

Kinktober 2020 day 10- food play (L. )

I'm such a fucking simp for L iabskanwkwdnebsk he's just so cute??? I love him. So anyway enjoy, also this is so late I'm sorry . P. S this isn't during the Kira investigation

Implied female reader

Summary : it's no secret L likes sweets so he's rather excited when you let him bring it into the bedroom. No plot just horny hours.

It was obvious that L enjoyed sweets, he was almost constantly eating some kind of desert and even eating straight sugar cubes. In fact you don't think you've ever seen him eat something that wasn't a desert.

L had been conflicted lately, his thoughts and mind had been occupied by you as of late, witch was fairly normal as he often thought about you, especially when he was away. It wasn't that he was thinking of you that was the problem, but rather how he was thinking of you. His mind would begin to drift to less pure places the longer it wasn't filled with murder cases and criminals. It wasn't often L felt particularly horny, and even when he was he'd never been quite as eager. He reasoned that it was because he hadn't seen you in almost 2 weeks and desperately wanted to touch you again, but deep down he knew that wasn't the hole story.

Deep down he knew it was also because of his recent dirty fantasies. It seemed like whenever his mind began to wander to filthy places it always seemed to fallow the same basic desire, you layed on his bed completely naked and dripping just for him, chocolate sauce covering your body inviting him to run his tounge along your (s/t) skin. He wanted to cover you in sweets from chocolate sauce and wiped cream to cake frosting and butterscotch.

L smiled to himself at the thought of the sweet confectionerys dripping down your thighs and smeared across your breasts. He hoped you'd let him act out his little fantasy with you. He was eager, something that was quite rare for the Raven haired detective. The blue light from his various monitors illuminated his perverted grin in the dark room as he remembered that he came back tomorrow. You were no doubt just as excited as he was, even if it was for slightly different reasons.

You didn't question anything when you received a package full if various sweets, figureing that it was for your sugar addicted boyfriend. You were just about to put them away when you heard the door open and shut with a click. You walked out of the kitchen and smiled at the familiar slouching man in front of you. "L! Welcome back, I missed you" He made his way over to you and wrapped his lanky arms around you. "It's good to see you again y/n.did you get the box of things I sent here? " You nodded and chuckled slightly "yah it's in the kitchen, I was going to put them away but you got home" He let out a quiet hum before retrieving the box. He wasted no time grabbing you hand as he pulled you towards your shared room, this wasn't abnormal as L often dragged you to the seclusion of your shared room in order to cuddle and talk. This seemed different though, L seemed oddly eager to get to the bedroom and you wondered as to the reason why.

Walking in before locking the door and tossing the box onto the large bed. He turned back to you and brought your face closer to his, he pressed a soft but eager kiss to your lips as his arms now snaked around your waist to pull you closer. He niped at your lip slightly asking for entrance witch you gladly gave him, you parted your lips slightly and his tounge immediately darted in to sweral around yours and explore your mouth. He tasted like sugar, no doubt from something he ate earlier in the day, his hands gingerly ran along your waist and under your shirt. It always surprised you how handsy he could be when he was horny, fingers trailing gently over your skin before squeezing and groping at anything he could.

Breaking away from the kiss to breathe, you looked up at L's normally stock face to see an adorable smile painted apon it. "I want to try something new y/n...please?" You nodded already haveing a vague idea of what he was planning. Gently he pushed you back onto the bed and began striping off your shirt and sweatpants as you stripped off his long sleeve shirt and bagy pants. You couldn't tell at first because of how bagy his pants were but he was already hard. He unhooked your bra before tossing it haphazardly to a random spot in the room. He kissed you again, tounge invadeing your mouth as he ground his erection against your clothed sex.

You moaned into the kiss as one of his hands met your breasts, pinching and rolling your hardened bud between his fingers. This time it was L who broke the kiss, leaning back and removeing your panties he opened the box next to you on the bed and dumped out it's contents before tossing it away. The first thing he reached for was the chocolate syrup, popping open the cap and tilting it upside down he drizzled it along your breasts and stomach, a little bit on your thighs. You looked to gorgeous in front of him, dripping with chocolate sauce and arousal.

He leaned down to your chest and pressed a long lick with the flat of his tounge, just above your breast all the way up your neck and to your jaw.

Long firm licks all over your chest collecting the sweet liquid on his tounge before his mouth latched onto your breasts. His skilled tounge sweraling and laping at your harden nipple and chocolate covered skin as his hand came to kneed your other breast. You moaned and gently tugged at his Raven locks as he continued his assault on your chest. Soon he switched sides, licking your other breast clean before doing the same to his now chocolate covered hand.

He moved lower and lower down you body, not missing a single drop as he left wet kisses and kitten licks over your stomach and thights.

Finally he came down to your dripping sex, his warm breath makeing you shudder. Wide and flat his tounge pressed a firm lick over your dripping folds and clit, you moaned out and shuddered. He continued to eat you out like a man starved as his mouth kissed and sucked your clit, tounge running along your sensitive folds tasteing you. You moaned and gasped from the feeling of him pressing further against your puffy clit. Two willowy fingers slid into your pussy and wiggled around ripping a moan from your mouth. His tounge slipped in, writhing and rubing against your walls. Pleasure washed over you as you came, L didn't stop however, wet muscle still inside you and tasteing every part of your sensitive area.

To him you were the sweetest snack and he most certainly wasn't done. Tounge and fingers still inside you, his slender digits started to trace along your soft walls, S-W-E-E-T. Your back arched off the bed and your hands tangled in his black hair. Your legs shaked as you came again. This time l pulled back, rummaging through the various sweets he picked up a container of cake frosting, popping open the lid his slick fingers scooped up a generous amount of the creamy substance before his now frosting covered fingers dipped down and scooped up the slick coating your folds, a little frosting getting slightly smeared on them. He'd get that later. Bringing his fingers to his mouth he licked them clean of the frosting and your cum before dipping his head back down to get anything he missed.

His cock was throbbing and pleading to be stuffed in your over sensitive cunt. He removed his boxers ready to suff himself in you but you stopped him. He was confused for a split second before he realised what you wanted to do. You got off the bed and sat him down where you once were. You licked from the bace of his cock to the flushed red tip, already dripping with bitter precum. His eyes were almost wider than normal answer they stared at your form. You reached over and grabbed the can of wip cream, the pssssssggggggccchhhhhh (cut me some slack) sound from the can was the only sound in the room, you covered almost his entire dick in wipped cream before giveing him a wink.

You licked his cock clean, only a few bits of wipped cream here and there as you took him into your mouth. You bobed your head up and down takeing as much of him as you could, his hands tangled in you (h/c) locks as you gaged around him slightly. His head was thrown back as almost calm moans reverberated through his chest. For once his mind was blank, zooming through cloud 9 as your mouth worked wonders sucking him off. Your mouth left his cock with a wet pop as you grabbed the butterscotch. L watched with bated breath as you opened it, his cock twitched as the thick liquid drizzled down his shaft before you once again took him into your mouth.

He was close as you took him a little further, throat constricting and gagging against him. His hips jolted a little further into your mouth. You could feel him twich in your mouth, tounge sweraling around him and tasteing the sweets you previously put on him. He let out a quiet groan as he came in the back if your throat, you did your best to swallow all the thick and bitter liquid. It wasn't to bad as his cum mixed with the butterscotch slid down your throat. You pulled off of him and licked your lips.

He pulled you on top of him, his back hitting the soft sheets of the bed you shared. He gripped your thighs and ass with sticky hands as lifted you up and onto his cock. He slowly eased you onto his member, dark grey eyes staring as you stretched around him. You leaned and burried your face in his neck, moaning as he bottomed out inside you. He started thrusting upwards and your hips bounced to meet with his each time. The sound of slapping skin and airy moans filled the dark room.

The knot in your stomach started to tighten as your bounceing continued to meet his upward thrusts. His cock dragged against your walls letting you feel every vein as he hit your spongy g-spot. You were nice and tight around him, he could tell you were still sensitive from earlier. His hands gripped your ass and thighs as he kept up his pace. His cock twitched and he felt your pussy squeeze him tight. Spilling over the edge he painted your walls white, your legs shuddering and quakeing as yet another orgasm ripped through you.

Your breathing was heavy as L wrapped his arms around you to hold you in place.

"L... Let go, we gotta clean up, I feel sticky" You said, head still burried in his neck. He let out a long hum before responding. "Yes, I suppose that's right. Alright let's take a bath" You looked up at him and were greated by his warm adorable smile. "Yah, let's go"

The end for now

Ignore that this is wayyyyyyyy of schedule, the next few will probably be hcs because I need to get caught up.

Anyway this was absolute filth.

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monokyubey

3 years ago

Can you write about L's s/o riding him in his chair and the Task Force walks in and L doesn't let her get up. Instead having cockwarm him.

mmmm i like this one

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Risky Behavior - L Lawliet x fem!reader

cw // ⚠️ nsfw!!

Both of you were fully dressed, aside from the fact that he had put your panties in his pants pocket, and his cock was sticking out of his slacks. L had your skirt bunched up at your stomach- a hand holding a tight grip on your waist. You’d roll your hips against his, feeling his length move inside you. The feeling caused a soft whimper to escape your lips- the sound lightly bouncing off the walls and echoing through the room.

You began to bounce up and down on his shaft. Moans slipped from the both of you at the feeling. He would lean forward to kiss your neck, attempting to mark your skin while you move. L was still trying to work, but having your tight walls around him made it difficult, so eventually he gave up trying.

Believe it or not, it was his idea to have sex at work. It was still pretty early and he had been feeling a little needy, so he asked if you’d want to fool around. You had never done it while at headquarters before, so you were a bit worried about getting caught— although the risk also seemed to turn you on; that being the reason you ended up agreeing.

L would thrust his hips up slightly, the tip of his cock touching that sweet spot deep inside you. You had your hands holding onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt with every thrust. He'd moan your name quietly in your ear as you moved, running his hands up and down your sides and occasionally bring them down to squeeze your ass.

You quickened your pace, grinding on his lap faster and letting your moans gets louder. L threw his head back, a low groan coming from the back of his throat. A few profanities slipped his tongue from having you bounce harder. Your hands slid up his neck, resting under his jaw by his ears and lifting his head so you could kiss him. He'd buck his hips, making you both moan into the sloppy kiss.

Suddenly, he pulled away, squeezing your hips and pushing them down on his lap as if he wanted you to slow down. His head turned slightly- causing your hands to fall from his face- to look at the door while you decreased the speed at which you moved. L grabbed your skirt as he turned to look at you again, pulling it down to cover your exposed lower half.

In a hurried voice, he spoke quietly, "Stop moving, I hear people coming."

Your heart beat became rapid, and your previous excitement turned into worry.

"Shouldn't I get up then? They're gonna know." you said in a whisper.

L turned to look at the door again- the footsteps he heard before now being audible to you as well. Quickly, he kissed you, pulling away to speak against your lips, "Just pretend to be sleeping. It wouldn't be the first time they've seen you do that."

Still a bit concerned, you complied; resting your head on his shoulder while your arms wrapped themselves around his back. He pulled your skirt down a bit more so nothing was showing, and then moved his chair closer to the desk so it looked like he had been working the whole time.

The door had opened and you got scared. You trusted L, but part of you were still anxious about it being obvious you weren't just "sleeping."

L greeted the other task force members, just as he does every morning, and they all quietly got to work. When they asked why you were sleeping on his lap- again- he said you had a "long night and woke up too early," therefore, you were "tired." L was right when he said it wouldn't be the first time they saw you sleeping on his lap; often, you would do that because you found in comfortable. However, today, that was not what this was.

His cock was still as hard as a rock, and sitting deep inside your cunt, which continued to throb for him despite you not moving. He'd shift in his seat a little, resulting in a whimper to leave your lips and turn your face red. Everyone else didn't seem phased by the noise- they probably didn't even hear it. L rubbed your back softly, pretending you were dreaming and that he was easing you back to sleep.

It was becoming difficult to sit there; you're need was growing stronger and you knew L's was too. You tugged at his shirt, implying you were getting impatient and in response, he kissed the top of your head. He looked around at others- they were all surprisingly focused on their work, which meant their attention would be diverted from him.

L moved a hand to your waist, gripping it tightly to hold you still as he bucked his hips up to make you moan. To cover the noise, he pretended to cough and then asked if someone could get him some tea. He leaned down a bit, to whisper in your ear, "Try to be quiet if you don't want anybody to find out why you're really sitting on my lap."

The hand he had on your waist moved back up to the keyboard while his other hand- the one that couldn't be seen by everyone else- moved to your thigh, inching it's way under your skirt and between your legs. His fingers brushed against your clit, soon rubbing small circles into your hardened nub. You pulled the corner of your lower lip into your mouth, biting it hard to prevent any noise from escaping. L's fingers moved agonizingly slow, teasing you to keep you wet.

You weren't sure how long he planned on keeping you here, and you knew that for as long as he was inside you, he'd stay hard. The thought of him keeping you like this for hours made you antsy; there was no way either of you would make it that long. Every few minutes, L would thrust up slightly, letting the tip of his cock hit your g-spot while you tried your best not to moan. It was ridiculous had badly you wanted to grind against him, just to receive the satisfaction, but you knew you couldn't. The most either of you could do was hope there'd be an opportunity for you to get some alone time soon.

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monokyubey

10 months ago

I love Laios who doesn’t want to treat you roughly but he gets so lost in the pleasure and forgets how strong he is so he’s just pounding into you until you’re drooling and shoving your face in the pillows to keep quiet

Laios is someone who is fully aware of his own strength and never intentionally wants to hurt you. Even when you ask him to be rough he’s still apprehensive because he’s just! Hyper aware y’know!

So you gotta rationalize it with him. In nature…animals aren’t gentle with each other, right? It’s all growling and snarling and scratching and biting…

Anyways. Laios starts to come around after that. He gets way more into like the feral/primal aspects but on top of that he’s more willing to treat you roughly. And he goes HARD. Like, fingernails digging into your hips, his thighs/balls smacking your ass when you’re under him, he’s putting his entire weight on you and just fucking you into the mattress

And when you’re crying out and telling him he’s too rough or you can’t take it he growls and one of his large hands just grips your hair at the scalp and pushes your face into the pillow so he can finish balls deep in you without interruption. And afterwards he’ll whimper and and try to fuck his cum into you while he’s all overstimulated

And when the post nut clarity hits oh my fucking GOD. This guy is apologizing and honestly Laios is so tender hearted I think he might like tear up a little because like?? That was pretty mean of him

But you tell him you LIKE it and you like it when he’s selfish and he should take what he wants when it comes to you and. That awakens something in him frfr

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monokyubey

1 year ago

Choso who has a raging mommy kink. Nestled between your thighs as you grab a hold of his raven locks, arching your back as he laps at your pretty cunt. Large hands holding onto your thighs, sure enough leaving dark purple marks to match with the ones on your chest from earlier. You throw your head back in pleasure as he meticulously swipes his tongue over your pulsating clit.

“Am I doing a good job, Mommy~?” Choso purrs out drunk off the taste of your pussy.

Not being able to say anything you nod your head and tug on his hair to encourage him further. Diving back into your sweetness, he turns into a moaning mess, grinding his hips into the bed for just an ounce of friction against his hard erection. Both of you reaching your high in unison, he drinks up all your essence, never wasting a drop.

“Such a good boy Cho.” you coo as you brush loose strands of his hair out of his face.

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monokyubey

4 weeks ago

I have finals coming up in literally 2 days (my math class makes me want to go live in the woods), but obligatory HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYOJURO RENGOKU! I will celebrate more for him later.

Love you that little silly UMAI guy.