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Day 3 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore Featuring: Love and Deepspace | Rafayel x f!readerTags: mdni, established relationship, phone sex, dildo, sex toys, masturbation, pwp Prompts: Phone Sex | "See this? It's going to go inside you." ao3 link here.

You stare morosely at your phone. Rafayel had left for an art exhibition in another city a week ago, and despite knowing that he has an insanely jam-packed schedule, you feel miffed he hasn’t had a chance to call even once during that time. 

Your face lights up when your phone starts ringing, the face of your boyfriend lighting up the screen. “Hello?”

“Hi, cutie. Miss me?”

You sigh, leaning back against the sofa. “Tons. When are you getting back?”

“Next week. Thomas has me touring the west side. I think I’ve got an exhibition almost every other day, interviews lined up in between, and gallery parties in the evenings.”

“I love and hate that you’re so busy.”

Rafayel chuckles, the sound tinny and flat through the phone speaker. “I hate being away from you for even a day.” 

“Me too…”

“I have a surprise for you to make up for how long I’ll be gone.”

Your ears perk at the word ‘surprise’, bolting up in eager anticipation.

“It should arrive right abooooooout… now.”

The doorbell rings as soon as Rafayel finishes speaking. Curious, you make your way to the door, opening it to a medium sized box on your welcome mat.

“Open it.”

You bring the box inside back to where you were sitting on the couch, ripping open the tape and pulling out the crumpled paper inside to… what appeared to be a dildo? “Um, Rafayel, what is this?”

"See this? It’s a mold of my dick. It's going to go inside you."

You gulp. For some reason, this replica seems much bigger than he is in real life. “Are you sure you didn’t make the dildo bigger? I could’ve sworn you’re not this big.”

“I–” Rafayel pauses, and in the most indignant tone he can muster, utters, “Of course I’m that big. How the hell are you remembering me?” An irritated sigh floats through the speaker. “I’m going to have to remind you just how big I am when I get home… but in the meantime, that’s going to go inside of you.”

“You want me to have sex with a dildo?”

“My dick shaped dildo. And we’re going to have sex using the dildo as a temporary placeholder until I get back.”

You squint your eyes, staring at the smooth, silicone dildo before you, tilting your head at how we would be having sex. “How?”

“Like this.” You can hear the mischievous twinkle in his voice even over the phone. “I kiss you lightly. My hands are on your cheeks, and they make their way down to your neck, over your shoulders, down to your chest, grazing your breasts. Touch yourself lightly there like I’m touching you. What are your nipples doing? Are they hard?”

You blink. Oh. You follow Rafayel’s instructions, lightly grazing your hands across the front of your breasts. Your nipples pucker under your clothing into firm nubs poking through the thin cardigan you’re wearing. “They’re hard. They’re… poking through my sweater.”

“Good, good. Now I’m placing my thumbs on them, applying pressure, rolling them underneath.”

You roll your thumbs over yourself, feeling tingles within your core from the stimulation. “That feels good, Raf.”

“Now give them a pinch for me.”

You squeeze with your pointer and your thumb, an involuntary gasp leaving your lips. 

Rafayel groans in response to your gasp. “Are you turned on yet? Getting nice and wet for me?”

“I’m not wet enough.”

“Hm… we’re going to have to fix that then, aren’t we?” You hear him shift on his hotel bed, the covers rustling from his movement. “I slide my hands down your torso – are you wearing a skirt or pants?”

You still when your hands reach the waistband of your bottoms. “I’m wearing a skirt.”

You swear you can hear Rafayel smirk over the phone. “Even better. I slide my hands down over your hips to your thighs until I reach the hem, and then I push the fabric up exposing you to your panties. My fingers–”

“– I’m not wearing any.”  

“...What?”

“I said I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Rafayel’s breath catches in his throat at your admission, and knowing your lovely boyfriend, you imagine his face is turning beet red. When he begins breathing again, his breaths are shallow and rapid, and his voice is strained. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties?”

“...iwasthinkingaboutyou…” you mumble into the phone, your own face now a brilliant shade of red mirroring the blush that has likely formed on your boyfriend’s face.

“What?”

“I–” you groan at having to voice this thought out loud, the flush on your face growing even darker, “I was thinking about you!”

A long guttural groan comes through over the speaker. “Naughty cutie,” Rafayel practically hisses. “You’re making this so hard for me.”

“Are you hard right now?” 

“Yeah, so hard for you.”

“Are you… touching yourself?” You ask Rafayel tentatively, feeling shy at being this vocally intimate for the first time.

“Of course I am.” 

Rafayel’s groans flood your core, tingles radiating throughout your lower belly, leaving you squirming in your seat. You don’t care that you might stain your couch with your arousal. All you care about at the moment is Rafayel’s desire for you.

“Fuck, play with yourself for me.”

“You mean my clit?” “Yeah. Imagine I’m touching you, and touch yourself for me.”

You press a trembling finger to your clit, rubbing it in a circle, feeling your nerves burn. You close your eyes, imagining it’s Rafayel stroking you. You moan with each pass, the fire in your core growing hotter.

“God, I wish I could see you touching yourself.” Rafayel’s grunting quietly. 

You can barely hear his grunts over the phone under your own moaning, but the sound is only adding to the throbbing growing between your thighs. “I wish you were here.”

“Me too, baby. Me too,” Rafayel croons. “Are you dripping yet?”

You slide your finger through your slick folds, toying with your opening. “Tons. I’m so ready for you.”

“Grab my dick.”

You grasp his dick-shaped dildo in your hand.

“I enter you slowly, sinking in all the way until I’m filling you entirely. Can you feel me?”

“Ngh.” The sensation of his dick filling you leaves you gasping, your walls sucking his replica in. “You’re so big.” You’re panting already, delighted at how much he’s stretching you out.

“God, I can almost feel you.”

“Are you sure you’re really this big normally?”

“Seriously? I’ll remind you just how big I am when I get home, multiple times. Now focus.” Rafayel sulks, his pout reaching you though you’re unable to see the expression on his face. 

You grin wickedly hearing your boyfriend flounder. “Multiple times. You promised.”

“Honestly,” he huffs, his voice strangled on the other end of the line. “I should cancel the rest of this trip and come home right now.”

“But you can’t,” you hum in faux sympathy.

Rafayel growls impatiently. “I thrust into you. Follow me, baby. Fuck yourself with my cock. Pretend I’m there fucking you.”

You pump the dildo furiously, the silicone dragging on your walls. Your body remembers your boyfriend’s shape, your walls greedily dragging him in deep. 

“Put the phone by your pussy. I want to hear it.”

You place the phone on the couch by your gyrating hips hoping the sounds of his replica entering and exiting you carry through. “Can you hear it?”

Rafayel sharply inhales, which he then exhales in a low, guttural groan. “Fuck. Oh, fuck, that’s good.” 

Desperate for more, you reach your other hand down to probe your engorged clit. Your eyes roll back in your head, ecstatic moans ripping from your throat, his name falling off your tongue.

“Say my name, cutie.”

“Rafayel,” you moan, drawing out the syllables of his name.

Hearing his name on your lips excites Rafayel, and you hear the slapping of his fist against his pelvis accompanied by the sound of skin against skin. He’s groaning, the pace of his pumping growing into a feral frenzy. “Are you… are you close?”

“Mmhmm…” Your butt lifts off the couch, all the muscles in your legs tensing from the electricity building in your core. “Close, so close.”

“Cum for me,” Rafayel commands.

You let go, the shockwaves of your ecstasy washing over you in waves, a passionate cry bursting from your chest. “Rafayel.” Feeling your walls convulse around Rafayel’s replica, you repeatedly cry out his name.

Rafayel follows soon after, his utterances of ‘fuck’ making you smile in your blissed out state. You sink to the soft cushions below you without pulling out the toy Rafayel sent you.

“Did you make a mess?” Rafayel’s voice floats to you, twinkles of laughter evident in the satisfied exhaustion.

“When have I ever not with you?” You sweetly chuckle, curling up next to the phone now by your head.

“Heh… we’ll have to make a mess together then when I’m back.”

You hum, smiling as you close your eyes. “I need to inspect how big you are compared to your dildo. I seriously still think you may have augmented yourself a bit.”

“This again? Cutie, I promise you I really am that–”

You shake with laughter at Rafayel’s indignant protests, interrupting him to say “I prefer the real you. I miss you.”

“Me too. One more week, and I’ll be home.”

“I may need to sleep with Little Rafayel until you get back.”

“Don’t replace me with him!” Rafayel falls silent, and in a little voice adds, “Please.” 

You shake your head. “Never. Only when you’re not here.”

“Good.” Rafayel clicks his tongue. “I have to go, I’m supposed to attend some dinner soon, but I gotta clean up first.”

You whine feeling empty at the prospect of having to hang up the phone. You hear Rafayel sigh from the other side.

“I’ll try to call you soon,” he murmurs, feeling forlorn himself. “Keep Little Rafayel on hand for when I do. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better,” you tease, covering up how much you loathe to let him go.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Rafayel hangs up the phone. You stare morosely at your phone again, but this time, you feel a little less lonely knowing that you have a little piece of him – as reminded by the feeling of him inside you – to keep you company until he returns.

(B)ONDAGE - RAFAYEL QI

your bratty boyfriend is such a pain in the ass-- but you're even worse. when rafayel starts avoiding you, due to jealousy reasons, you decide to showcase how much you truly do love him. you allow him to feel your love and nothing but i t. cw: ropes, overstim, sub!rafayel, blindfold

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rafayel cannot feel his legs. his calves pressed under the weight of his thighs have gone numb for how long you’ve had the artist kneeling under you. as you sit on the edge of the bed, the edge of your heels pressing and rubbing against his bulge. goosebumps, shivers— hell tremors burst throughout his body, forcing moans and whimpers out of his mouth.

curses spill from his lips as you chuckle above him. a thin sheen of sweat causes his fringe to stick to his forehead. the dizzying rub of your heels causes rafayel to buck his hips up. fuck, you’re horrible, he thinks. so mean, yet he deserves this— wanted this. this is all he wanted, your undivided attention.

rafayel notices how touchy your little hunting partner is. maybe its an arm around your shoulder— innocent, nothing threatening or dangerous. rafayel knowss you’re aware of xavier’s arm and touches, yet you’re not thrown off by it, so rafayel keeps his mouth shut. yet, rafayel notices how often your phone dings when the two of you are alone. he knows its xavier, and that fuels a fire in him.

yet, rafayel is avoidant. he doesn’t address the root of the problem because well— you didn’t do anything wrong. you’re being a good co-worker, a good friend. you respond to xavier’s messages, laugh at his jokes or silly posts he tags you in. it’s a normal friendship, yet something about it makes rafayel want to hide you in his home forever. but thats crazy.

instead, rafayel does what he does best, avoids the situation. he craves your attention, so he aims his elsewhere to make you want him. it’s horrible and a bad habit (one the two of you will discuss after this) however, he just can’t find himself to speak about it no. he can’t find the words to speak at all currently.

“raf,” you say his voice in a somewhat sternly. rafayel shivers, whimpering at the sound of your voice in his ears. your lips brush against the shell of his ear, fingers gliding down his collarbone. “rafayel,” you sing in his ears, giggling softly when you see how red his face and ears are.

rafayel fights against the red slik tied around his hands and body. his ankles aren’t allowed to move, his wrists pressed firmly against his chest.

“darling,” your voice rings in his ears again and rafayel feels your heels harshly rubbing against his clothed cock again. it hurts so good, yet he can’t help but buck his hips against you. your lips tease his ears, nipping the skin of his neck. you decorated his porcelain skin with purple bruises. “hm?” you chuckle in his ears, watching the way his abdomen clenches.

“are you about to come, raf?” you hold back a laugh, watching how his face contorts into a pleasurable expression. you brush your knuckles against his cheekbone, “poor thing.”

rafayel feels his abdomen tightening, the tip of your heels rubs against the most sensitive part of his cock just perfectly. the rough material of his pants doesn’t aid him in anyway. you press you thumb on his tongue, guiding his face up, facing you.

saliva pools under his tongue, gliding down your fingers and his lips. you coo at rafayel, feeling him repeatedly buck him into you. you chuckle, kissing his glossy eyes.

“go on, you can cum, dear.” rafayel’s expression has you soaked in your seat. the pitchy and breathy moans fall from his lips. his own pants soaked in his own fluids, darkening the gray pants he wore. he looks up at you, panting and drooling. however, you don’t stop moving your heels, you drag it up and down his bulge, pushing rafayel into a state of overstimulation.

he moans, muffled begs leave your pretty artist’s lips. you coo at him again, shifting his bangs away from his face. you dart kisses around his face, but never his lips. he sucks on your fingers, pressing down on his tongue to gag him. he tries to plead with you, pushing his forehead against your knees.

its was far too overwhelming for rafayel. his feelings, the feeling of your heels rubbing and pressing against his sensitive length. he cannot think straight, barely form a word. the atmosphere in the room is thick, weighing heavily on rafayel’s shoulders.

your fingers glide into his hair, tugging harshly on the root of his hair, forcing his hair back. you open rafayel’s mouth against, allowing a line of your own spit to glide into his mouth. it falls with a wet plap! as you continue rubbing his twitching cock.

“you can keep going, pretty boy. we’re not done yet.”

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rafayel x fem!reader

warnings: service top!rafayel, role play, oral (fem receiving), face sitting, squirting, food play, your highness and princess used as petnames, you call him god once, rafayel gets blindfolded at a point in the story, grapes ofc lol heavily inspired by gem affection memory 🙂‍↕️ creampie to end it nicely <3

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summary: during your journey with rafayel to binsha ancient city, you decide to stay the night at the most reputed hotel owned by an old couple, not knowing what to expect. <3

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“So… how do I look?” you hear your boyfriend’s voice come from behind you, startling you a little.

You turn around and feel your heart skip a beat at the beautiful sight before you.

Rafayel is wearing the outfit the hotel’s owner lended him. It is an outfit such as you’ve never seen before. Very warm colors, balanced with a peaceful turquoise. His torso is mainly uncovered, with the exception of the chest ornaments going from his neck to his ribcage.

“What a beautiful sweetheart!” the old lady giggles out, making Rafayel smirk proudly.

She then makes you turn around so that he can get a full look at your outfit as well, making him gasp in awe.

“Wow. Miss Bodyguard, you’re clearly looking like a princess now.” he comments, being this close to whistling. But he knows if he were to you’d swat his head.

The hotel’s owner lets out a loud throaty laugh because of your dynamic, walking up to his wife.

“And you wouldn’t be wrong, young lad. Your beloved right here looks like the tyrannical princess who fled the kingdom with her lover, seeking freedom outside of the palace.” you huff, not knowing if you’re supposed to take what the old man said as a compliment.

Having been located in Binsha Ancient City for a new job, you’ve had to get accustomed to the local folklore for the past week. Thankfully, Rafayel has traveled there before, making it easier for you to navigate your surroundings. You know those are merely legends and tales, of a kingdom from a long time ago, back when the murals were built around the territory.

But, seriously you? Tyrannical? Rafayel could tease you all he wanted, even he knows you aren’t.

“Now now, dear, don’t listen to him too much. You look like a princess, and your beautiful man right here should consider himself lucky.” The owner’s wife reassures you but you still peek at Rafayel, who harbors a playful look.

You would make sure to set the record straight with him, once you get to the bedroom.

–

Rafayel picks up a grape, gently lending it to you.

“How about you feed me cutie? You know… it’s not your first time doing that…” he suggests, making you bite your lip to muffle a moan.

Sure, you’ve had to feed your boyfriend back in the beginning of your relationship, at the hospital, while he pretty much feigned illness.

Nevertheless, the setting is different today; Rafayel looks divine, the atmosphere and environment surrounding you are so otherworldly that you wonder whether you’re gonna wake up if someone pinches you.

You keep the grape in your palm, covering it with your fingers. Rafayel can’t help scooting closer to you, his playful eyes being a huge contrast to his blushy cheeks and ears.

When he pulls out his tongue, you push him back with your other hand.

“Oh? This intense?” As Rafayel hits the headboard of the bed, he smirks and looks you up and down smugly.

You want to protest, placing yourself on top of him, before leaning in to kiss him eagerly.

“Ah…” he moans out, letting your tongue enter his mouth to explore it.

Rafayel starts panting quickly when you keep pushing him further and further down until his head hits the mattress of the bed, leaving him entirely underneath you.

After exchanging a couple more sloppy kisses, you pull away to catch some air.

“Rafayel…” you sigh, starting to feel the neediness kick in.

Your boyfriend moans once more as he feels you softly humping his thigh.

What drives him even crazier is he can already feel the wetness on his skin, despite having those silky pants on, as you keep rubbing your covered cunt against his toned leg.

“Does your Highness need my services?” he eventually asks, making you stop right in your tracks.

A chuckle escapes the Lemurian’s lips, Rafayel clearly enjoys witnessing your embarrassment this time.

You weren’t prepared for the pet-name.

Now is when you two peer at each other, silently agreeing to start playing a game.

He’s always been so eager to please you, sometimes to the point you’re scared he’s neglecting his own needs.

During moments like these though, when he’s teasing you, you can tell Rafayel is having fun as well. Your heart starts bumping louder into your chest.

You feel like a princess, being tended to by the beautiful tribute of a man in front of you.

A shy nod from you and he’s all yours — at your service.

Rafayel props himself up a little with his elbows, before lightly tapping the mattress with his fingers.

“C’mere my love…” he wraps his arms around your waist to lay you on his lap, as he sits back up, letting his back rest against the headboard.

Before you can even think of responding with anything, your boyfriend grabs one of your arms.

He chuckles when he sees your pout.

“Don’t forget princess. Wantcha to feed me. Need something sweet.” he says in a mellow tone, bringing your attention to the grape, concealed by your fingers.

You huff because he is such a little tease. Rafayel smirks, feeling like he won.

However, your neediness takes over you again and you roll your hips against his thigh.

“A-ah… your… Highness…” he moans out, redness rising from his cheeks to his ears in arousal.

Rafayel squeezes his eyes shut for a bit, indulging in the way your, already wet, panties spread pussy juices all over his clothed thigh.

“I-I’m… a princess… your princess… Why won’t you obey me? I need you…” you whine out loud, desperate to reach your climax already.

But you need him for that, need his tongue, his fingers, his…

The Lemurian’s grip on your waist stills you right back, earning a whimper from you as he sighs.

“Yes… your Highness… you’re right…” he obliges, relieving you immediately.

He gets a firmer hold of your arm, bringing it closer to his face.

“Since your Highness wants to spice things up… I’ll do my best to satisfy your every need.” as he proclaims that, you gasp feeling his tongue trail over your forearm.

A long kitten lick, going from there, up to your palm, so close to the grape you’re still holding; you tremble, accidentally dropping the fruit.

It falls on Rafayel’s torso, rolling down, and further down, leaving a red liquid trail on his abs.

You feel your arousal become unbearable while you watch your boyfriend’s tummy rise and fall as he breathes, with the grape still there, so close to his pubic area, if it weren’t for his clothes.

Rafayel pulls away from your hand and looks at you with lust clearly written in his eyes.

“Can’t take it anymore?” he asks you so proudly, making you want to tease him back.

But how?

He looks down to his lower stomach, noticing the fruit resting there.

And the little shit he is feigns innocence.

“It’s so far away… I can’t get it…” he says, looking at you again, before adding; “Your Highness, could you?”

This is the last straw for you.

You need him.

“A-ah…!” your beloved gasps when he feels you violently pull away from his grab, propping yourself up on your knees.

Rafayel lets out a low whimper while you get ahold of his chin — he knows he’s pushed your buttons.

You bring your face closer to his, making him shiver as your hot breath hits his nose.

“Stay still.” you order in a low tone that turns your favorite Lemurian into a good little obedient servant.

All he can do is nod, looking at you with big puppy eyes.

Rafayel whimpers again – you almost don’t want to leave him here on his own.

Yet you merely smile at him, and he remains silent and docile, just as you’ve commanded him to.

Your hand looks for something on the night-table that you quickly find in the drawers – a sleeping mask.

Numerous thoughts and ideas start coming to your mind, you know you could do so many things to him solely using this mask.

“Why’re you smiling like this?” your gaze is redirected to where Rafayel sits with a doubtful look on his face.

You hum in response and smile, swinging the sleeping mask right in front of his face.

“Let’s play a game, baby.” It’s his turn to shiver at the pet-name, making you giggle as you add; “... but you’d have to wear this… that okay?”

Rafayel gulps, feeling a little reluctant since the idea of blocking his sight isn’t what he expected you’d suggest to him.

“Depends…” he drags the word out, remembering to stay in character; “Your Highness… which game would you like to play with me?”

His intense gaze goes up to meet yours, piercing holes into your soul. It’s impossible for you not to look at how pretty he is, just waiting for your answer, eyes shining with curiosity.

You sit back down on his thigh, ears ringing with happiness when you hear him moan again.

“Please princess… tell me…” Rafayel’s sole desire is to know, so he can make you feel good. “What is it, your Highness, I wanna know.” he pleads, lifting his leg to rub against your covered pussy.

The friction between the fabric of cloth and your in between sends jolts down your spine, making you whimper timidly. Rafayel immediately takes note of that, his desire to pleasure you taking over everything else. Unfortunately, regaining your composure becomes difficult as he keeps teasing you with his thigh.

His fingers reach for the sleeping mask and he looks at it with genuine confusion.

“Wonder what your Highness has in store for me hm.~” he purrs, loving the way you desperately try to keep yourself from riding his thigh aggressively.

Frustration coming into you, you snatch the sleeping mask from his hand and let your hands rest on his shoulders for balance.

“Rafayel… I want you…to…” your breathing is still irregular, and said man doesn’t seem to want to stop bucking his leg up to stimulate you.

He hums pleasantly, wondering what you’re about to say next. You grit your teeth, getting off the bed so you could finally speak normally again.

Rafayel pouts at the new distance put between you two meanwhile you’re finally sighing in relief.

“Rafayel, I want you to put this on.” You clear your throat, ignoring your growing arousal, holding out the sleeping mask to him; ”I’ll have you guess a few… flavors.” you smile, not being able to resist his sad puppy face, desperately wanting you back in bed with him.

As you straddle him again, Rafayel looks at you and asks you permission to put the sleeping mask over his eyes. He coos eagerly when you grant it to him, loving the way he cluelessly puts it on.

Once his sight is covered, he just stays there, innocently waiting for the game to begin.

“... Your Highness?” he asks in the void.

Rafayel hears something splash a little before a few droplets of something he can’t make out yet fall onto his naked torso. The liquid already feels sticky on him, thus he manages to guess it is juice.

He tries not to make it evident that he knows the answer before having even tasted what you’re about to give him so that you can still have fun.

Rafayel can’t help thinking you picked the wrong person for this kind of guessing game.

Don’t underestimate us, Lemurians, cutie.

Your lips curve into a smile when you lean in, getting closer to his face with the grape in your hand.

“Open your mouth.” Rafayel obeys right away; “tongue out.”

Giggles fill his ears and he couldn’t be happier that he’s playing this game with you and making you happy.

Tightening your grip on the fruit makes its skin tear and juice immediately comes out in strings of liquid that land on your boyfriend’s awaiting mouth.

You hear Rafayel’s humming sounds of pleasure and grin, wondering how he’s feeling and what’s going on in his mind now.

The Lemurian licks his lips wantonly, letting his mouth rest agape when he’s done.

“Hm… good boy. What flavor do you think this was?” Rafayel tries to pretend that calling him a good boy doesn’t affect him until his voice comes out in a gruff tone.

“Silly girl. At least make it interesting, it’s literally the grape you were supposed to feed me.”

You scoff at his answer, wanting to shut him up for being so cocky, whereas he’s supposed to be letting you take the lead considering his position right now.

“It’s your Highness. Remember your place, Rafayel.” you warn him, lowering your voice in pitch and smirking as you feel the man under you wither.

A thin drop of sweat runs down his cheek, and you can tell he’s trying so hard to keep obeying you and being good.

“Your Highness… forgive my attitude… will be a good boy…” he declares pathetically.

One of your hands reaches for his cheek to wipe the sweat away tenderly.

“Now that’s better hm?” you softly ask, sending heat directly to his groin.

Rafayel’s jaw tightens as he tries to hide his arousal, and much to his relief you seem to neither remark it nor take note of it. He starts panting, sticking his tongue out more.

“Ah, Rafayel wants to play some more?” he nods to your rhetorical question, because he could feel it within himself that it is what you wanted too.

You retract yourself a bit, standing on your knees that are cornering Rafayel’s sides.

Darkness is all the Lemurian can witness, but the soft fabric of your outfit rubbing against his obliques tells him you’re preparing to make him taste something… even sweeter than grapes.

Your fingers softly dip under your panties, tracing the outline of your slit. You try to refrain from making any noise so that Rafayel doesn’t guess what you’re about to do immediately. But it is hard to pretend as if your juices weren’t already lewdly coating your fingers.

Another look at Rafayel who appears to be obediently laying there, still with his tongue out. Part of you feels bad for making him wait so long, as you’d never expect him to be a patient one.

Yet here he is, his fingers gripping on the bed sheets, his chest moving up and down as he breathes in anticipation of your next move. Your gaze trails down to his legs and you finally notice the slight tent forming in his pants.

Oh.

You assume now to be the perfect time to give him a new flavor to guess through his taste-buds.

When you’ve gathered enough fluid on your fingers, you remove your hand from your panties, and spread your fingers, watching the strings of your juices link them together.

“Guess this, beloved.” you order, leaning down to let your pussy juices fall on his tongue.

“Shit…” Rafayel curses, instinctively managing to trap your legs in his hands.

You gasp at his sudden reaction, not expecting him to be so affected.

“More… need more, your Highness… this is you right? I need more of you to taste…" His pleas are seriously getting to you.

Your cunt throbs as you feel Rafayel’s cluelessly grab at the silky fabric of your skirt. Wearing such clothes isn’t a habit of yours, thus Rafayel is still having a hard time figuring out if he has his hands in the right places.

“Wanna take the sleeping mask off, baby?” you ask and he pauses for a bit.

He doesn’t care, so long as he gets to make you feel good and make you cum on his tongue at the very least once.

“Whichever way your Highness prefers…” he answers, making you whimper at the mental image that instantly comes into your mind of him eating you out while being blindfolded.

Would he be as good? Would he naturally know how to make you feel good?

A slight wheeze almost gets stuck in your throat as you try to picture the scene you’ve planned in your head.

“Then we’ll be keeping it on.” you admit, and Rafayel doesn’t fail to feel your skirt dropping down on his stomach, around your knees.

“Your Highness sure is a special one…” he murmurs, letting his nose guide him now when your arousal hits his nostrils, your scent directly getting inside his system.

Rafayel whimpers, sticking his tongue out to pant like a dog in heat. You can’t help but chuckle at how down bad and pathetic you have him now, underneath you.

Your legs let your skirt fall onto the floor, your panties following the same path soon enough.

“Please… your Highness…” his whines get louder, and you wonder if it isn’t because your Lemurian boyfriend can smell you.

Rafayel has always done such a great job at pretending to solely be human. A peculiar, ocean-obsessed human maybe, but still appearing to be very human. Therefore, you sometimes forget that he isn’t and his senses are heightened on the regular… So who's to say how he’s utilizing them now that he’s deprived of one of them?

What gives him away is when you lean down again and notice his nostrils flickering while he desperately tries to stay still, saliva pooling out of his hungry mouth.

You smile, feeling like you’ve made him wait more than enough time. You scoot forward, all until your knees are on each side of his ears.

“May I take a seat, Rafayel?” his red ears perk up in excitement and he nods eagerly.

His fingers tap at the sheets, trying to look for your legs.

You notice his struggle and decide to help him, reaching for his wrists, to get his hands wrapped around your waist.

“Your Highness… you feel so soft…” Rafayel squeezes the skin at his disposal before letting his hands roam around a little, to get an idea of your shape despite the dark covering his eyes.

Your pussy is so close to his face that he whines pathetically again.

“Put all your weight on me, your Highness.” he demands, rubbing circles on what seems to be your outer thighs.

A part of you feels worried about his request, mainly because he is blindfolded at the moment and therefore, probably not too conscious of what he’s asking for.

You’ve obviously sat on his face before, this being Rafayel’s absolute favorite way to pleasure you. However maybe you needed to hold yourself back a little and see how he’d react first.

Squatting down on Rafayel’s face, you hear him moan deliriously. His tongue immediately meets your slit, lapping at the juices that are already there, all because of him.

“R-Raf…!” you try to keep your balance so as not to suffocate him but your boyfriend is making it hard as his hands eventually guess where your hips are.

He squeezes the plush of your flesh before trying to force you down even lower on his face.

“Want all your weight on me princess…” the nickname makes you stagger a little, which Rafayel feels instantly.

He chuckles, taking advantage of your muscles giving out to pull you entirely down on his face.

“R-Rafayel… y-you… you’re still blindfolded…” you try to tell him what he deems obvious.

His moans get muffled by your pussy being pressed against his face. Rafayel continues to lap at your entrance, tracing the outline of your outer lips with his tongue. He knows exactly what he’s doing and where he’s going. He knows you and your body by heart.

Rafayel allows his hands to travel and guess where they’re touching some more, one of which lands on your lower back and gives you a light pat to signal he’s just fine.

A smile creeps upon your face as you roll your hips once, feeling your clit press on the tip of his nose.

“B-baby… doing so well…” your encouragement makes him whine, his breath blowing on your cunt.

The vibrations sent down there surprise you, making you cry out.

Rafayel relishes in how wet you are for him, not minding the droplets of your juices running down his chin one bit.

His tongue flattens and delicately caresses your inner lips, always panting directly into your cunt as he becomes breathless.

“O-oh… I’m so close…” you’ve been denying yourself an orgasm for far too long now, but still didn’t expect to reach it so soon.

Rafayel hums in approval, licking all spots he could and you can’t help but look down at him, witnessing the beautiful man under you, so eager to please you.

It’s the sight of him that draws you to the edge, his eyes hidden by the sleeping mask, red cheeks and ears from desire and love for you, while your cum spurts on the lower half of his face.

Like a second nature of his, Rafayel opens his mouth to welcome everything you’re squirting out, loving the way your fluids fill his mouth.

“R-Raf…” you uncontrollably ride out your orgasm on his face, feeling like he could kill you with the obscene sounds he was making.

The disappointed mewl that comes out of his lips when he feels your body elevate makes you pout. Nonetheless, your priority remains to make sure he’s having a good time too.

When you’ve come back to your senses, you let yourself hover over him to untie the sleeping mask off of his eyes.

“Woah…!” he exclaims, not expecting the dim light to hit him so suddenly.

His gaze directly goes to you, who’s on top of him. You notice his pupils moving down, as he witnesses the strings of your cum falling down your thighs. Rafayel licks his lips smugly before looking up at you.

“Is her Highness satisfied with my services?” His ability to keep playing along surprises you.

You nod, reaching for his cheek, sticky from your juices, petting him. He leans into your touch and purrs.

“Hm… but is my dear Rafayel satisfied too?” you ask, tilting your head slightly.

Rafayel looks so pretty with your cum dripping from his chin, pooling out of his lips. His eyes darken with lust as he looks you up and down. You know that glance, when all you can see is the pink of his eyes. Still, it surprises you like it did the first time.

In a loud thumping noise, Rafayel flips the two of you over, wanting to be free to do what he desires to do to you. His hands reach for yours, keeping your wrists immobile and at his mercy.

“I’ll be more satisfied…” he growls, the crimson red not leaving his face as you feel something warm and hard rub against your nude inner thigh.

“When I get to have you all for myself, your Highness.” he finishes, slightly tightening his hold on you.

Despite not having come too long ago, you feel your pussy throb in arousal again, and you spread your legs by instinct.

“But this princess is only waiting for you to make her yours…~” you coo at him, playfully, wanting nothing more than to spur him on further.

Rafayel smirks, releasing you from his hands so that he can rid himself of all fabrics keeping him from making love to you.

The sole thing remaining on him is the chest jewelry that he would find too difficult to remove in a hurry.

You take a look at the uncovered shaft prodding at your entrance. His tip is so red and engorged, reminding you of the grape you’ve fed him earlier.

Rafayel sees you smile fondly while looking at him, he bites his lips when you shake your butt a little to get him even more excited.

“Ah… you’re killing me, your Highness…” his dick brushes against your slit, his tip pressing your clit lovingly.

Rafayel leans down when you giggle to peck your lips and shut you up. He tilts his head a bit to whisper in your ear, breaking out of character; “Is my beloved bride ready?”

The sudden change of nickname weakens you, sending your heartbeat into overdrive as you nod like a lunatic.

“P-please… my God…” the last part is whispered but doesn’t fail to reach said deity’s ears. Rafayel chuckles, pushing his cock slowly into you.

The Lemurian sets a pace right away, going slow at first as to get you used to feeling him inside of you. Albeit considering how drenched your pussy is from your first orgasm, you deem it unnecessary to even have preparation anymore.

“So wet… is your Highness happy? Happy to feel my cock inside?” His soft voice makes you melt, wanting more. You meet his hips with yours, encouraging him to push his dick further in, deeper and deeper, until the tip tickles at your womb.

You nod and sigh in relief, you’ve missed feeling so full like this. Rafayel takes it as your green light to quicken it up, not shying away from hitting your gummy walls roughly.

The two of you feel the mutual arousal rise up as wet skin-slapping sounds fill the room. Your moans and his whimpers follow next, making you wonder if anyone else in the hotel can hear you go at it. Your pussy throbs all the more at the possibility of it being the case. Anyone would know you’re Rafayel’s lewd princess and he tends to your needs like no one else.

“Please faster…” you beg him to just go all out, completely let his control and composure go.

Rafayel groans, wanting to keep focusing on your pleasure first and foremost, but when you’re pleading him to do to you whatever he pleases… it feels impossible to behave.

“As you wish, your Highness…” those are the last words he pronounces before his pace gets abnormally fast, his cock hitting your womb harder than ever before.

Your boyfriend pins both of your hands down to keep you in place, at his complete mercy.

“Oh gosh…!” you cry out, feeling the funny tingles come up in your stomach once more, knowing you’re getting close again.

Your hands tremble under his grip, which Rafayel notices immediately.

“Okay your Highness… I’ll help you…” he pulls his hands away from yours, using one to hold your waist while beginning to rub your clit with the other one.

“T-thank… you… please…!” tears start falling out of your eyes as your vision goes starry white, and all you can really acknowledge is your pussy throbbing one last time before squirting all your pleasure juices out, all over Rafayel’s cock.

“P-princess, you—!” the Lemurian can’t go on any further while you naturally clench all around him, with your toes curling up on the mattress.

The impossibly tight warmth around Rafayel’s nether region drives him to the edge as well, and he cums, letting his dick spurt out all of his hot semen inside of your cunt.

Loud whines escape his mouth until he’s done, collapsing on top of you. You yelp at the sudden weight drop on your body.

However, when you see your boyfriend peacefully recover from his high, nuzzling your chest, you can’t bring yourself to tease him.

Your fingers start ruffling his purple locks, earning hums from him. It doesn’t take long for you to also feel your eyelids drop heavy as you get pulled into a deep sleep.

—

“How was your night, darlings?” the old couple’s woman’s question numbs you in embarrassment.

Are you really supposed to answer that? You turn to look at Rafayel, who chuckles at the dumbfounded expression on your face.

“Splendid, ma’am. Thank you again for lending us those outfits… it really brought us back to how Binsha Ancient city was when the murals were built.” The old lady claps her hands together in satisfaction, feeling rejoiced that you two had a good time.

She looks at you with a fond smile.

“Of course. After all, this lovely little one clearly has the aura of the princess our folks’ tales speak of.” You shyly smile back, elbowing your boyfriend, who’s clearly agreeing with her.

Rafayel seems to, once again, know so much more than you, and tonight you two are gonna witness the teal sky.

After thanking the couple again, Rafayel holds out his hand for you to grab it before you head out.

good lord 🫠😩💕💕

da SFW 🔞 we need ❤️‍🔥

I'm so happy lately many of great writer decided to write smut fiction about rafayel ♥️

You're all amazing!

It's sooo far away..

WARNINGS: smut, Rafayel x gn! reader, hand job, no plot, 0.7 words— ✿

NOTES: i love whiney men :(

You watch as the grape creates a purplish juicy trail right to the very lowest of Rafayel's stomach.

"Oh you poor thing," you coo at him before using two of your fingers to follow the trail the grape left behind, and stopping right above his navel, "here?"

"Mmh.. lower." Rafayel hummed, the muscles on his abdomen flexing at your teasing touch. You raise an eyebrow, your gaze eyeing the rise of flushed red colouring his face, "lower you say?" You drawl next to his ear as you take the grape in between your thumb and forefinger, rolling the fruit against his skin tentatively.

Damn it so close, Rafayel could beg for you to stop teasing him in his state, but he won't give you that satisfaction just yet.

"Yeah... Lower..." His eyes were glued to the way your fingers brushed over the black waistband, to the golden accessories, and now to the obvious bulge showing from beneath the rough colourful fabric.

"Oh my," you click your tongue, feigning annoyance before slipping your hand beneath his waistband, which elicits a gasp out of him, "Don't—ah… n-not there—” his plea fell on deaf ears as your hand wrapped around his throbbing dick. The sensation of your fingers squeezing and stroking his cock sends shivers down his spine that he can't help but moan softly, his hand latching on your wrist, "A-aah... God..." Rafayel's grip around your wrist tightened as his back arched involuntarily. He exhaled loudly, his breathing getting heavier and more strained by the minute.

"Y-you're playing dirty," he tried to protest, but his voice came out in a near-whine as your hand glides from the base to the tip, tracing the veins along his shaft.

he gasps, his hips involuntarily bucking into your touch. He's overwhelmed, his mind foggy with lust. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling your body flush against his as he grinds against your hand, "F-Fuck... Nngh..." He closed his eyes, his head falling forward as he leaned against your chest unable to keep a low moan from leaving his lips. While your free hand found the strands of his hair.

Rafayel's heart races as you pull the clothing completely down to reveal his hard cock, his tip already flushed and leaky which made his throat go dry.

And when your hand starts moves faster, twisting and stroking his cock in a maddening rhythm. He knows he won't last much longer.

Your thumb finds his tip, and you slow down your strokes to give it more attention, giving it nice and slow circles, Rafayel buried his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breaths caressing your skin, as his hands moved to fumble with the ties on your dress. "I'm... So close, gonna cum—”

“aw, already?”

He groaned against your chest, a low whine that sounded embarrassingly needy. His hands still struggled with the laces, his brain fuzzy and filled with thoughts. "Shut... up," he grumbled and muttered, lifting his head up to bite your shoulder in a slightly petty retaliation. "Your fault for... Nnnggghh...” all words died on his tongue when your hand sensually moved down to squeeze and massage his balls—oh and the pretty whines leaving his lips were unforgettable.

“Wait—! Stopstop—” and he cries out as he feels the first waves of his orgasm approaching. His abdomen tenses, and his thighs tremble as he fights to maintain control. But with your hand continuing its relentless stroking, he can't hold back any longer.

Before he could stop himself, His cock pulses in your hand, releasing streams of hot cum. He throws his head back, while letting out whiney moans. You gently halt your hand to kiss his cheek and he pouts in retrun.

“want me to clean you up?” You stick your tongue out, ready to lean down to lick him clean but he grips your hair before your could continue, making him face you up to meet his dark gaze.

“You like to tease me? We'll see who's the bigger guy after i make you cry next.”

Forever, You and Me: Rafayel x MC/Reader Smut

This is a one shot, smut drabble inspired by @jinwoosbabyboo 's answer post describing how the LADS men would react to you storming of and not responding to theirs calls and texts after a bad fight. Her writing is flipping amazing. ISTF I devour everything she writes. 

I was intending to just repost her post with a little response of how I think Rafayel would cope with such an event, and it just... took off and swept me anyway, and well... apparently it's angsty feels and thirsty hours and I blame @jinwoosbabyboo completely for this because her writing always getting my imagination going! So responding to her with my extra thoughts about Rafayel became a one shot, smutty drabble spilled out.  

So here is her post that inspired the one-shot below, so you can read the Rafayel part that got this whole thing going and also, please go read her sections about Xavier, Zayne, and Sylus because you will be missing out if you don't. Seriously, go now.: https://www.tumblr.com/jinwoosbabyboo/763177878569549824/dont-run-off-like-that?source=share 

18+. MDNI! 

TW: angst, cursing, self-depreciation, depression, mention of death or wanting to die, ya boy gets dark and big big sad, hurt/comfort, they def kiss and make up, SMUT, what is foreplay? They just want to bone, couple's first time together, detailed sex depicted, fucking, use of the word fuck a lot, dirty talk, usage of "babygirl", possessive Rafayel (in bed), unprotected sex, mating press, squirting, overstimulation, cum, my own Lemurian bond headcanon, Rafayel has a filthy mouth and MC loves it, cum/breeding kink if you squint. 

*clears throat* 

Enjoy. 

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Forever, You and Me 

[ @jinwoosbabyboo prompt: 

You told the LADS Men to not piss you off and what did they do? Pissed you off. How I imagine they would react to you storming off in tears and you're not answering their calls or texts.] 

The moment you spun on your heel and fled his home Rafayel was after you. The angry and uncharacteristic yell of frustration you had given out before doing so, after he failed to back off during your disagreement, turned argument, turned first real fight made his stomach drop and curl in the worst way. Your voice played in his head as he ran out his door and down to the street in front of his house after you. 

Stop! Just... please stop a moment. I hate that we are yelling. This isn't us. This isn't you. This isn't me. Just- Give me a second to breathe for fuck's sake, Rafayel, please! 

His words rang in his head too.  

If you don't want to hear the sound of my voice anymore, if you don't want to be with me anymore, then why don't you just leave. You always end up leaving anyway. 

He never expected you to actually do it. But he had watched as your eyes widened in shock and hurt, and then narrowed. Then you were gone. 

He ran, flinging open the metal gate and stepping onto the sidewalk, eyes desperate, searching for your retreating figure. He had to find you. Apologize. He knew he could be intense sometimes, dramatic occasionally, and that he could push your buttons just to see if you'd leave him. Leave him like the you of your past life had done. Like you had always done. 

But he was a fool. 

That you wasn't this you. That you was dead and gone. And you, you were the same but so different. You were everything and he had gone and fucked it up. Again. 

His head whipped around frantic. Spirits of his ancestors, did you sprint!?!  The pit in his gut swelled and grew. He couldn't see you anywhere. He yanked out his phone dialing your number as he started jogging off down the sidewalk. You couldn't have gotten far. Right? 

The call went to voicemail. He stopped staring blankly at it. You didn't answer. Maybe... Maybe you couldn't get it in time, yeah. That was it. He breaks out into a jog again, and again rings your number. He would find you. Maybe you were at the bus stop? He pushed his legs faster as the voicemail picked up again. 

You weren't at the bus stop. It had just left. Spitting out a stream of curses that made a little old lady whack him with her bag, Rafayel dialed a different number. He pressed the phone to his ear, "Thomas, I need a car.... no, I'm not at home. I am headed to Linkon City. On foot. Thomas, please no more questions, just have the car find me! This is urgent!" 

When the car-Thomas- found him, he was halfway to Linkon, sweating, sticky, gross, and stressed. He sent out a stream of texts asking you where you had gone, why you weren't answering, that he was sorry, begging you to come back, to answer, to curse him, anything. But they all went unanswered. 

As he went to all your known haunts and favorite places, from your work to the grocery store near your place to your apartment where he ran into an unimpressed blonde Hunter partner of yours that looked perpetually in need of a nap and who refused to buzz him into the building, Rafayel's mental and emotional state continued to spiral. His emotions went from apologetic to concern to flat out fear for your safety. Which he had made clear to that blonde partner of yours... he very nearly throttled the ass. Why did he not see how urgent this was? His words had struck Rafayel and made his stomach turn sour. 

"If MC was in danger, I'd be the first to know, after all, I'm her partner." 

His world felt off kilter. Would the blonde be the first to know? Surely not. Surely, it would be him, Rafayel. Your boyfriend of the past few months. You were soulmates. You came together lifetime after lifetime. He always found you. Always could hunt you down. Always. 

Except now. Except this time. Where had you gone? 

If you don't want to hear the sound of my voice anymore, if you don't want to be with me anymore, then why don't you just leave. You always end up leaving anyway. 

You always end up leaving anyway. 

He visibly flinched. He was a fucking idiot. He turned his head to stare blindly out the window, avoiding Thomas' gaze in the rear view mirror. His assistant had given up trying to get answers from him. Instead, he watched in with worry all over his face.  

Rafayel was soaked. It had begun to rain. It was quicky becoming night. He had been calling, texting, and searching for you for hours. He had ran himself to the point of near exhaustion, and nearly gotten the cops called on him at her work when he kept asking Hunter's outside if they had seen you. How embarrassing. For you, not him. He couldn't give a damn as long as he found you, but you... you clearly didn’t want him to find you. 

You were gone. He had told you to leave if you didn't want him and you had gone. 

He felt numb as the car stopped at last in front of his gate. The car hesitated, Thomas no doubt watching him in concern as he drug his feet passed his gate. Rafayel didn't care. He had pushed you away. Lost you. And it was all his fault. And for what? 

The argument had been so stupid. He walked in, not bothering to shut the door. Clothes dripping, leaving pools on the floor as he walked through his home. He passed the dining room that still had your wine glasses and the open bottle and desserts out. He grabbed the open bottle as he moved deeper into the house.  

He kicked off his shoes, leaving a trail headed to his living room. The flowers he had bought you sat on a vase on the coffee table. He stared it down as he plopped, wet, onto his couch. How had such a good night turned so sour? Why did he have to push at your buttons sometimes? Was it just to see? Just to see if you'd leave him? 

You always end up leaving anyway. 

His stomach felt sick. He chugged from the open bottle. Why would he do that? You didn't deserve it. Was he that fucked up from his past that he had to take it out on you? Why couldn't he let go of what had happened in your lives before this one? You were not like him. You didn't remember everything. No wonder you left. 

He tsked, and not for the first time, wondered if your "curse" to not remember your past lives was really a curse at all. After all, if he couldn't remember, then he wouldn't treat you as though you were going to leave at any moment. Because you had never given him any indication that you planned to. 

The past few months of your relationship, that you two were "official", had been perfection. Sure, you had little spat and sometimes would snap at each other, but there had been so much love. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Love. 

He had not even gotten the chance to tell you. 

He had been waiting- waiting for the perfect moment. He was going to tell you tonight. It was why he had gone the extra step to make lunch that much more romantic. It was why a meat and cheese board and fresh fruit were waiting in his fridge for later that night. He hadn't planned on either of you leaving until morning, if then. It was the reason for the flowers before him, the flower petals in the no doubt cold tub upstairs, the petals spread across his bed. Tonight was going to be the night. The one where he told you that you were the love of his life, of all of his lives. He was going to explain what that meant to a Lemurian- how binding and forever that was. And should you accept, he had planned to ask you to- 

He winced, eyes squeezing shut as his chest flared in pain. In protest. His hand not holding the bottle, now empty, clutched at his chest. A hiss of pain. The pain passed. Rafeyel dropped the bottle onto the coffee table before his eyes landed on the vase. He knocked the flowers over, sending the vase off the other side of the coffee table, glass shattering and water spilling with flowers and petals across the floor. 

It didn't matter what he was going to ask you. You were gone. His eyes blurred, hot, as tears formed on his lashes. He pulled his knees up to his chest. His shoulders shook.  

You were gone. 

~~~~~ 

Your feet tripped as you hurried down the sidewalk, dodging puddles as you went. You did not mean for time to get away from you. When you ran out of Rafayel's earlier, you had only meant to get some fresh air for a short while as you calmed down. You both had ended up yelling earlier and it had felt so wrong. Wrong because it wasn't like either of you.  

Yes, you had had disagreements. Rafayel hated when you put yourself in unnecessary danger, though he respected you and your skills at work, even you had to admit that he wasn't wrong when he said you took risks. You didn't mean to. It never was your plan, but something went down and you just sprang into action. He had been right, you had partner's in the association for a reason. But it was the way he had said it today, like you were doing it on purpose just to spite him. As though you enjoyed stressing him and making him worry, it had just set you off. You had told him off, and things had spiraled. 

And for what? He wasn't even wrong. It just rankled your feathers today because of something some dumb Jock head at work had said about women Hunter's needing to be paired with a male Hunter since they were the weaker sex. The dude was written up on the spot; the idiot had said it in front of everyone including your very female boss- moron. But still, you hated being looked down on.  

And so, you had taken out that frustration on Rafayel. On your sweet, silly, bratty, but absolutely adoring Rafayel. You had seen how your words had hurt him. When you had said that you didn't need him or any man worrying or looking after you. You had seen the flinch as though you had slapped him as you flung his worry and concern back into his face as though it revolted you. 

You had hurt him. And then realized that you both were yelling, and it was all just too much. You felt like you couldn't breathe. It hadn't felt like you. Like him. So, when you asked for a moment to allow your mind to settle and clear so you could think rationally and he just kept on, you snapped. He offered you an out, and you took it the offer and walked out. 

You walked out knowing his fear of abandonment. You knew and still walked out without looking back. You walked and walked along the shore. Then it started to rain, and you had to find shelter. And to top it off, you hadn't realized your phone was dead until you were stuck miles down the beach, in the rain, hiding out under a pier, and realized you had to now walk all the way back. Why had you gone to the beach instead of your home? 

You sighed, spotting Rafayel's house in the distance at last. Of course. Of course, you knew why. Because the beach reminded you of your Lemurian, your Rafayel. Even when you were mad at him, you longed for him. Sought out his essence for comfort. Gods, you loved him so much. So much and you never said it out loud yet. You had to tell him. 

You picked up the pace and jogging up to his gate. Nearing his door, you saw it open, but thought nothing of it. Rafayel often left it open for you or from distraction as a bolt of inspiration hit him. The house looked dark from the entryway. You called out his name as you toed off your sandy shoes and socks. 

You gasped as you stepped and nearly slipped in a large, cold puddle. A trail of puddles large and smaller led inside. You tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear, and cautiously made your way inside. 

"Rafayel? Are you home?" "Rafayel?" "Ugh, why is it so dark in here? Stupid dead phone. I need a light." 

You stumbled into the dining room and followed the wall to the kitchen. You flicked a switch and squinted at the sudden change in brightness. His whole studio was empty and dark. The light from the kitchen spilling out into his painting area across the large room and into the living room area. 

Your eyes squinted, focusing. There was a lump on the couch. "Rafayel?" You near him and see the wine bottle on the coffee table nearby and broken glass and flowers scattered around. You step carefully to not get a shard of glass in your foot as you move around the room to him. 

"Rafayel? I'm sorry it's late. I didn't mean to be gone for so long, but I went further than I meant to and then my phone died..." You trailed off as he came fully into view. He sat on his couch, cheeks wet with tears, clutching his chest. 

You understood all at once why he grabbed that spot, and your heart lurches and drops. You kneeled next to him carefully, "Rafayel?" 

When you call out to him, he let out a choked sob of a tortured laugh.  

You lean, moving to place your face into his line of sight. He sits frozen, staring daze out of open windows. "Rafe?" 

His voice sounded hollow, "Go away." You heart dropped until his voice continues, "You are a specter. MC is gone. She left. Left me." His voice cracked, more tears spill over his lash line to trail down porcelain cheeks. His voice a near whisper, "I've lost you. I love you. I love you more than my homeland, my people. More than my very life. I have loved you through countless lifetimes and will through countless more." He clenched his eyes as he clenched his chest, "I love you enough to let you go if that's what you wish. I'd give it all for you. My last breath. So, please, leave. Don't haunt my mind like you've haunted my heart these last 800 years. You're gone. At last, you've chosen and it isn't me. Leave me to my heartbreak in peace. Leave me to fade into seafoam at last." 

A sob hiccupped past your lips. How could you have hurt him so? This beautiful man with such a beautiful heart and soul. You reached out to brush your fingers across his cheeks, fingers combing into lavender curls as you cup his cheeks, begging, imploring him to see you.  

His eyes shut, agony on his face. 

"I am here, Rafayel. I'm real." 

A choked sob fell from his lips. 

"Look at me." 

A shake of his head. If he does, you'll disappear. Slip through his fingers like mist. He wants to stay in his illusion just a while longer. Hear your voice just a while longer before he has to spend eternity without you, or at least, eternity until he fades away back into sea foam like so many of his people before. 

"Rafayel, my love, please look at me." 

Violet eyes opened, hesitant and sorrowful. 

You smiled, soft, full of love, thumbs wiping stray tears. "I am here. I'm sorry I got so mad earlier. It wasn't even about you; It was a long shitty day, and that's no excuse. You didn't deserve for me to react like that to what you were saying. And I'm sorry I ran. I hated that I was so upset and I couldn’t calm down, so I just need to step away, but- I hurt you. I hurt you so badly, and I never ever meant to. That's the last thing I want because I-" Your voice cracked, a lump of emotion in your throat. Your eyes fell, ashamed. "I just- gods, Rafayel, I love you so much it makes me feel crazy sometimes. I- I'm sorry this is not how I imagined telling you this." You started to pull away. 

Large, long fingered hands gripped your shoulders. "Say it again." 

You blinked, confused by the urgency in his voice as he searched your face. 

"Please. Please say it again or I will be convinced I imagined it." 

You studied his eyes. Firmly in his grip, your brows furrowed until it clicked. Your tension left you. Your hands rose once more to cup his face. A soft smile spread across yours as his cheeks pinken under your touch. "I love you, Rafayel. With all my hea-" 

You were jerked forward into his chest. His lips crashed onto yours. His hands were desperate as they clung to your back, crushing you closer, impossibly closer, as though he needed your very beings to blur into one. His tongue swiped at your lips, hot and wet, begging entry. Demanding it. 

You gasped from the intensity of his kiss. His passion poured forth like an unending wall of water bursting from a dam. His tongue danced along yours, caressing, tasting. Hungry and needy. Warm velvet and tasting of the wine you both had been drinking before your argument hours before. 

Your hands found his shoulders, trying to ground yourself or be swept away. You accidentally slipped out a sound. A needy sound of passion. His answering moan as he angled his head to kiss you deeper made a pleasant shiver run down your spine to pool between your legs. 

In a flash, his hands gripped your thighs, tugging you into his lap as he stood. 

You broke the kiss with a gasp, hands scrambling to hold on. Arms wrapping around his neck as his head ducked, his lips covering your neck in messy, hot, open mouthed kisses. 

"Wh-what? Where are you taking me?" 

His voice was a husky grumble from somewhere deep in his chest, as he licked and nipped at your throat. "I'm taking you to bed, my Heart." 

Next thing you knew, your back was falling onto cream silken sheets.  

He stood between your parted knees hanging over the edge of the bed. His violet eyes raked over your face hungrily. His lips were parted, chest rising and falling as he panted for breath. He didn't move, tongue peaking out to wet his lips. He was breathtaking. He was passion personified, hair mussed from your fingers, lips damp and red swollen from your kisses.  

His voice and the look in his eyes made your insides clench as he reached out, hand on your knee, thumb brushing the inside just so, "If you want me to stop... if you dont want this or..." his thumb stopped, he face flinched, eye closing briefly as though from pain, before opening to peer into your eyes. "If you are unsure of this, of us, of me, tell me now, because once we do this, once we... you will be mine, and I will be yours. It can't be undone. For Lemurians, this is for life, for all time. A soul bond. It's more than any mortal human tradition. More than marriage. It's unbreakable, unending, forever you'd be mine and I'd be yours. If you are unsure-" 

You sat up, going onto your knees atop the bed before him. Your palms rested on his shoulders, "Rafayel..." your hands slid down to his chest. "I- " Your hand stopped at the place on his chest were your mark laid, though the red fish wasn't visible now. Your eyes flicked to his, "I want this." Your hands were on the move again smoothing lower down his chest. "I want this bond. I-" Your hands found the bottom of his shirt, fingertips dancing along the hem before slipping under.  

He gasped, stomach muscles clenching beneath your touch as your hands found his taunt skin beneath.  

"I want forever. I want you." Your hands trailed up the plains of his chest, bringing his shirt with you. Until at last, you griped it in your hands, eyes meeting his in askance.  

His lashes fluttered, eyes falling half-mast. He was breathtaking. His arms rose, allowing you to lift the shirt from his body before flinging the offending material away. 

Your hands fell back to his shoulders, one sliding to cup his neck as you rose to meet him, chest pressing to his. His gaze turned molten, lust heavy and full of love as he looked over your face. His hands came to rest, just so at your waist, still hesitant but hopeful.  

Resolved, you pushed away your nerves, pulling his head down. Breath mingling with his, you gave him what he wanted. What he needed, "I love you. I chose you, Rafayel. Forever and always. Forever, you and me." 

His lips crashed into yours like waves upon a storm wall. He laid you down in a sea of silk and white rose petals.  

You snatched one, lifting it between you with a raise eyebrow.  

He flushed beautifully, "I had plans for us tonight." 

You dropped the petal, fingers weaving through his silken waves. "Show me." 

Clothes flew to land forgotten on the floor. Breaths panted; needy sounds filled the air, carried away through the open balcony windows and out to the sea. His hands and lips mapped you like you were a precious treasure. His lips and tongue worshipped you, swiping the salt from your skin. His breath was hot in your ear as he- at last- slotted his hips between your parted thighs.  

"My Heart, my Queen, my love," fell from his lips like a mantra.  

You felt him there, this mushroomed tip parting your lower lips, dragging the pooled wetness and spreading it. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. 

He groaned, head falling to nuzzle your neck. Still, he froze, going no further. He panted, asking, "Are you sure?" 

You cupped his face, dragging his eyes up to yours, "Rafayel, I have never been more sure of anything in my life. Take me. I am yours." You ran your fingers along his cheek, repeating his words from before, "A soul bond. unbreakable, unending, forever. This is what I chose. It's you, Rafayel. It's always been you." You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, causing his hips to drop. You gasped. His tip slipped into your molten heat just so. 

His head fell back, long pale neck exposed. He bit his lip. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. When his gaze fell back to you, his eyes were dark, like the ocean in a storm.  

Your walls clenched.  

His eyes squeezed shut, a moan falling from his lips, a curse followed. His gaze, heavy and passionate, were back on yours, his arms shaking, "So be it. My Heart, my Queen, my love," his mouth would curl slightly into a playful smirk, "my bride." His hips snapped forward, his full hard length pushing into your gummy walls to full hilt, his pelvis slapping hard into your fleshy cheeks. You could feel him, his tip kissing your cervix. A moan fell from your lips; a hiss of pleasure from his. He stilled buried fully inside you, muscles trembling with the strain. His jaw clenched as he fought for control, "Fuck, love, you feel so good." 

Your hands scrambled for purchase on his shoulders, as he rocked his hips dragging almost all the way out only to snap his hips back, slamming back in. Your nail dug into his back. A babble of praise fell from your lips, "So good. So good, Rafayel. So full." 

He groaned head dropping to your collarbone, "Fuck, love, I can feel you sucking me in." He hissed, "so tight. Like you were made just for me, yeah?" His hips pulled back, dragging his length along your walls until just the tip remained. He leaned up, brushing your hair from your face to cradle your head in one hand, the other braced him on the bed near your head. "Look at me. I want to watch you as I make you mine." 

When your eyes fund his, his face softened a moment. His eyes sweeping over your face in awe before meeting and holding your gaze, he whispered a breathy, "I love you." His eyes darkened with heat again, and he snapped his hips to crash back into yours. He swallowed your answering moan with a bruising kiss, drinking you in, as his hip set a brutal rhythm.  

You clung to him, hips eagerly tilting and undulating to meet his as he pounded you into the sheets. The headboard slammed repeatedly into the wall. You shifted up slightly each powerful thrust. His hands grabbed yours bringing them to wrap around his shoulders, "Brace yourself against me, my love. Fuck! I'm going to ruin you. Ruin you for all others! MC, you are perfect. And you are mine." He melded his lips to yours, tongue moving along yours gently and loving. A sharp contrast to how he was fucking you into his bed. His thrusts were hard and deep, rolling into you like waves. The sound of slapping skin filled the air.  

You gasped, moaned, pleaded as he made your head spin with pleasure, "Yes! Yes, Rafayel! I am yours! Make me yours!" 

The sound that rumbled from his chest was a near growl as he leaned up to grip the headboard with one hand for leverage, his hips doubled in speed. His abs rolled as he kept one hand braced above your shoulder, locking you in place as he repeatedly slammed his cock as deep into as he could get. 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you clung to his arms. Your legs went limp around his waist as pleasure boiled inside you, hot and heavy. Your head thrashed from side to side from the intensity of the waves of sharp pleasure swelling inside you. Your walls began fluttering, clenching, wrapping at his hard length as he pummeled your insides. His tip kissed your cervix with each thrust, giving a burst of the slightest pain-pleasure. You could feel the wetness of you gushing out passed his shaft as it pounded in and out of your tight channel, every ridge of him dragging along your walls in the best way. You were not going to last long. No one, not even yourself had ever gotten you this wet and close to orgasm as Rafayel was doing. It was as though he knew exactly how to make your body sing for him. 

He shifted. The angle changed and you gasped, clinging, clawing, nails digging as his tip bullied into your g-spot with every snap of his hips.  

"Fu-fuck baby!" You wailed, "God's, Rafayel, right there, baby. Please don't stop. Don't stop!" 

His response was a snarl in your ear as his hips snapped into that spot in double time. "Never. I'll never stop. Never stop making love to you, my love. My bride." He kissed you deeply as your walls started spasming. Your climax was close. A hand of his dropped from your neck to slip between you to where you are joined. His fingertips finding the pearl above where he slides into you. The pad of his finger swirling, circling and pressing your clit just right. 

You moaned, head thrown back, "Yess!" 

He covered your neck in love marks, branding you as his. His lips moved to your ear, nipping at the skin right below it, "Are you gonna come for me, my love? Are you gonna come all over my cock like a good girl. Be good bride, hm, come for me," his voice was pure sin in your ear. 

You could only whimper and cling to him, desperate.  

"Answer me. Tell me who you belong to. Say it. I want the people down the beach to hear you scream it. To hear whose cock makes you feel this good. Say it. Say who you belong to." 

You sputtered and gasped out sobs, in capable of words as you race towards your end. 

He took your hips in his hands. He leaned back on his knees. He rose your hips off the bed. His hips slamming into you, hard and fast- almost inhumanly so. The plop, plop, plop of his sack as it slaps against the sticky mess of your cheeks filled the room. He groaned, "Fuck, baby. You feel so good for me. I fucking love you, MC. Fuck, I love you." 

The coil within you snapped and pulses of white hot heat sent tremors, shockwave through your body as your core clamped down on his shaft. Your head fell back as you screamed out his name in the height of your passion, in reverence, "Rafayel!" You sobbed. Actual tears escaped as the white hot waves of orgasm mixed with love for him kept coming.  

His hips never stopped slamming his hard cock into you, bruising your g-spot and cervix. It was heaven. It was bliss. It was so much. It was almost too much. You tensed nearly about to say stop when a sensation you had never felt before hit you like a brick. Your core tightened, abs clenching, your very womb felt like it clenched, your walls clamped tight down around him, almost stopping his movement completely. Then the spasms, ripples of pleasure pulsed from your womb down your walls, massaging, milking, clenching his shaft inside you. You vaguely hear him hiss and a debauched, "Fuck," escape his lips. And  then you feel a gush of warm liquid splash out of you and all over his dick and pelvis. 

Rafayel's violet gaze widened, his grip tightening almost painfully into the fleshy meat of your hips as he held you against him. His head fell back and he moaned, fully wrecked. "Fuck! Babygirl, you just squirted for me." 

Your core clenched at his words even as high sensitivity began to creep in, but he felt so good. So good and hard inside you. You could tell he wasn't too far off. Just the thought of it turned you back on. You desperately wanted to see him lose himself to orgasm. And he was so fucking beautiful as he began rolling his hips into yours again. 

You must've said that last part out loud, because he looked back down at you, lip caught between his teeth before he released it, plump and full. You wanted to bite it. A smirk was on his face, "Yeah? Is that so, babygirl?" His eyes darkened as his hips picked up speed, rolling more into you, faster as he spoke, "You know what's beautiful? You. You splayed out on my bed, looking fucked out, covered in your cum, face flushed as I. Fuck. You." He punctuated his words with a hard thrust, fingers digging into your hips deliciously. 

You gasped, walls clenching again as he steadily fucked you into another crest. His face fell into a grimace, as your walls, overstimulated into another quickly growing orgasm, clenched and released and clenched his shaft as he began to thrust into you with wild abandon, "Fuck, babygirl, I can feel you clenching me, yeah? You love the feel of this dick pounding you, don't you? So. Fucking. Beautiful. And. All. Mine." 

His mouth was filthy. Filthy and hot. You had never heard Rafayel speak in such a way. Rafayel who was often bashful and blushing when your flirting. Rafayel who tended to be a pouty needy boy that made your heart melt. This Rafayel was just as needy. But in a way you had never seen him before, as he panted your name from his lips like a mantra. His gorgeous head tossed back, neck exposed, abs clenching and rolling his hips as he slammed into you, face flushed and skin covered in a sheen of sweat. He was breathtaking. He was yours. You wanted him to come, and come for you now. 

Your hands scrambled to the headboard above you, bracing against it in determination. You started to roll your hips into his, meeting each powerful thrust with as much force as he was giving you. You were gonna come again but this time, this time, you were taking him with you. 

He gasped, fingers digging into your fleshy hips. His eyes snapped down to you, seeing the heat in your eyes as they raked over his body, your lip caught between your teeth. He groaned at the sight and at the feel of your hips moving in rhythm with his. "F-fuck, my love, I'm gonna come. Where do you- where should I-?" His voice is completely fucked out. Almost drunk. 

You tugged his arm and he fell back over you, compliant to your every whim, your knees swept up to rest over his arms as he braced himself with them framing your waist. Your legs were trapped pressed up and apart, unable to move as freely, to roll as deeply with your knees hooked over his forearms like this. But oh. You saw stars and he moaned in your ear. At this angle, with you opened wide, it felt like he went deeper. You both gasped out moans. Your lips brushed his ear as you told him your deepest want right then, "Inside. I want you inside me. Please, Rafayel. I want to feel all of you. Fill me up." 

He groaned, a pained sound before driving into you in earnest, "I am gonna come. I cant- I can't hold on much more." 

Your walls fluttered at the needy sound of his voice. Your Rafayel. Your beautiful Rafayel. He was so like the ocean, so many faucets to his personality. He could be calm loving one moment then demanding and passionate and then needy the next. You loved him. You loved all of him and he was all yours. 

"I'm coming too, baby. Let go" you implored him, "I want it. I am yours and you are mine. Forever. I want all of you. Give it to me." 

With a few more slams of his cock into your depths, you felt the moment he lost control of it. His forehead pressed to yours, noses brushing, as he let out a long moan of pleasure mixed with your name. His shaft pulsed as rope after rope of hot cum filled your womb. His blissed out face, the grind of his pelvis into your clit, the twitching of his cock as he came inside, and the warmth that flooded your inner most parts triggered your orgasm. 

"F-fuck!" He hissed out, blissfully as your walls milked him further. His thrust slowed until it was just a slow drag. His breath, panted by your ear. He peppered your neck and shoulder with kisses, before pulling back to press his lips lovingly against yours. When he pulled away, you noticed his eyes were nearly glowing blue as the Mediterranean sea, a spackling of blue iridescent scales freckled down his throat to his chest.  

Your fingertips followed the trail as his hips finally rested, fully seat against yours, spent, but refusing to leave your warmth. You could feel the hot mix of both of your fluids spilling out around where his now soft member still rested within your walls. Your eyes flicked up to his, watching you full of love. Your gut twisted in guilt, remembering what got you here. "I am sorry I ran out. I was so angry. I so angry, and it hurt to be so angry at you. I felt overwhelmed. I just... I needed space. To breathe. To calm down so I could think." 

He tutted, fingers combing some of your messy hair from your face. "Hush now, my bride. It is okay now. You came back to me. We are together. We are one now. That is all that matters." His eyes trailed your face before a sheepish look fell over his expression, "Besides, it was my fault you got overwhelmed. I kept pushing and pushing even when you said you needed to think. I was terrified that I was losing you so I couldn't bring myself to give you a moment." His eyes met yours, "I am sorry." 

You hummed, "Still I shouldn't have ran from you. I know about our pasts and I know that me leaving is something you fear. It was cruel of me," your heart lunched at the flicker of pain in his gaze. 

"Very well, though, I must admit I feel guilty for making you feel like what happened in those past lives is your responsibility. They both were and were not you. That's not your burden to carry." 

It was your turn to tsk, "I love you. Your burdens are my burdens. It's you and me, forever, Rafayel. You don't have to carry everything alone. Not anymore. Never again." 

His eyes went soft, as he dipped his head to press a kiss to your lips, "Whatever you say, my bride." 

You nuzzled into his palm cupping your cheek, "I do say. How about we both agree we are both idiots in love and leave it at that?" 

His chuckling at that shook you slightly. As your bodies were still pressed together, it shifted his shaft slightly inside of you. You realized that it was not all that soft anymore, and that he never left your heat. Your breath caught in your throat. Your walls fluttered around him. 

He hissed, head snapping up to meet your gaze. His eyes mischievous, "You want more of your Fishy husband, hm?" His hips gently pulsed, in and out of your heat slowly, testing the waters, a smirk stretching his mouth as you gasped from pleasure. 

Your eyes widen at his words. He had been calling you his bride. And now calling himself your husband. 

Seeing your look, he stilled and became worried, brows furrowing slightly. A blush spread across his cheeks and down his chest as his face becomes more pouty than the heat it held before, "I did say that to Lemurians this was essentially more binding than any silly human marriage." 

"You didn't say it quite like that!" You reeled dazed, your mind racing. 

His face crumpled before he smoothed his expression to one of more indifference. He plucked a shoulder in a shrug and rolled off of you, making you hiss as he slid out of you for the first time since you joined. 

He flopped onto his back a short distance away, "I apologize. I guess I should've been more clear. It's okay though. You won't feel the effects. We can pretend we didn't-" he gasped as you appeared over him and on him, having thrown your leg over his hip. You pressed him to the bed with a hand to his chest, your legs caging his hips between your thighs. "Nnngh," he groaned as you lowered your hips to sit over his pelvis, his once again harden length pressed between your nether lips, soaked in both of your juices from before. He had to fight not to roll his hips up into you, but settled for gripping your hips firmly. 

You sighed, hands moving, fingers dancing across the pale skin of his chest, from freckle to scale. "I never said I didn't want it." 

He stilled, eyes studying you intently. Holding his breath even. 

"I do want it. Want you. I told you, Rafayel, it's you and me. Forever." 

His grip lightened. His thumbs brushed tenderly across your skin. 

Your eyes sought out his, warm and tender. "So, husband," you grinned as his breath caught in his throat. "How do Lemurians enjoy their honeymoon?" You swiveled your hips to drag your wet heat along his now very hard again shaft. 

He gripped your hips, smirk nearly feral, "Let me show you, my Bride." 

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“Stop. Whining.” Rafayel grunts against your ear, tightening the grip of the belt around your hands. “Or do you want everyone to hear what a whore you are, hmm?” He adds biting the exposed flesh of your neck.

How did I end up in this position?

It all started with a simple text from Rafayel. “Hey bodyguard, I need to ask you a favor.” You stepped out of the shower and saw the notification push on your phone screen, rolling your eyes, you unlock your phone and type. “What is it now? More paint? More brushes?” You replied and hit send. 

Rafayel smirked at your message. “Well, the more the merrier but I need another type of favor. You see, Thomas booked this one appearance at the museum located on the east side of Linkon. I need you to come with me, to protect me of course.” He sent another message. 

Groaning loud you massaged your temple, today was your day off and you truly didn’t want to  spend it playing bodyguard. “Fine, I’ll meet you at your house in 30 min.” You replied to him before getting ready. 

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There you were, at the museum, Rafayel as per usual was talking with people you assumed were fans of his art as you wandered around the endless corridors, your eyes discovering new stories behind each painting you meet. Your exploration journey gets to an end rather soon when you hear buzzing coming from your pocket. “Meet me in room 306. Now.”

Confused, you hid your phone and followed the arrow signs in the walls searching for the number he mentioned, there was one little problem, there was no room 306. “304...305” You whispered to yourself walking through an empty hallway, there was nothing, no art, no people, nothing, just empty walls and a locked door.

As you were about to take your phone you felt a presence behind you. “Walk to that door and don’t say a word.” A cold, low yet familiar voice said. You wasted no time and followed his orders, not knowing if you two were actually in danger, you opened the door and found a small studio with a desk and a chair, a few papers here and there and some shelves with books. The mauve haired man closed the door behind him. “What is this place Raf-” you were cut off when you felt his hands on your face and your lips claiming yours like it was the last time on earth he’d ever taste them.

You kissed him back, with passion while your hands traveled to his shoulders. He broke off the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. “Y/N…Do you–” he breathed hard against your face. “Do you remember what happened during Ebb day…” he asked in a low voice. “Y-yes”. He smiled with his eyes closed and swallowed before pulling away from you. 

“I need you,” he said. Simply three words. Words that made you feel sick. Words that made you feel weak. “Please, let me have you” he added in a begging whisper. “I’ll be quick but I can’t keep restraining myself, please, master” he begged, his hands trembling on your hips. 

You looked at his flushed cheeks, feeling yours get hot as well. You nodded, afraid of your voice betraying you. The air shifted, you could feel it. 

His eyes once begging were now dark and filled with desire. “Say it.” he said. You felt your heart beat faster and your breath quickening. “M-master” you said. 

He wasted no time in grabbing your waist and pinning you against the door, scales appeared on his neck and face. “Fucking hell” he groaned against your neck, his body pressing you against the door, hurting you a little but you didn’t care. You didn’t have time to process what was happening until you felt his hands unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down. “Open” he demanded. 

You spread your legs and you heard him chuckle behind you. “I know you’re eager for it, but I meant your other lips, pretty girl.” he said and another layer of blush consumed your face. You slowly parted your lips as he shoved three fingers inside your mouth, you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. You started to soak his fingers, your tongue lingering around his digits. He groaned and pressed his hips against your butt, grinding himself against you. “So fucking…mine.” 

He pulled his fingers out and started his journey to where there was a wet spot. He reached the hem of your panties and you could feel your hips tremble with excitement. He slowly traced circles around your wet spot with his skilled fingers making you whimper as you tried to keep yourself together. “Rafayel..” you whispered. “Shh shh shh baby. Quiet” he simply said before pulling your panties to the sides and meeting your slick folds. 

“You have no idea how bad I want to taste you right now…” he whispered against your ear before he started rubbing your clit, you bit your lip, holding back your moans. He smirked and easily found your entrance before sliding two fingers inside with no warning making you moan. He groaned in satisfaction, your voice was a blessing to his ears but he had no time dealing with your whimpers, he swiftly took his belt off with his free hand and grabbed both of yours, tying them behind your back. “Stop. Whining.” Rafayel grunted against your ear, tightening the grip of the belt around your hands. “Or do you want everyone to hear what a whore you are, hmm?” He added biting the exposed flesh of your neck while he took his tie off. 

“I have no time to deal with you today, open your mouth.” He said and you followed once again, wanting nothing but his hand back on your body. He carefully gagged you with his tie and smiled. “Now be quiet, my love” he said harshly on your ear before sinking onto his knees, his hands spreading your legs a little wider. His eyes could stare at the mess you’ve made for an eternity. He then leaned in and savored you.

You felt dizzy, your nails digging into the wooden floor. “Fucking hell” you thought to yourself as you felt his tongue teasing your folds in circular motions, one of his hands massaging your butt as he groans in pleasure. He carefully used two of his fingers to spread your lips as he slid his tongue inside of you. You twitched, your moans getting lost in your mouth, thanking him for the tie. He moaned, sending waves of pleasure over your core as he kept thrusting his tongue in and out of you, feeling your hips matching his pace as they were backing against his mouth. 

He pulled away from your entrance, breathing hard. “No water from all the oceans could compare to how sweet you taste, my love” he whispered against your lips, looking at how you throbbed in pleasure. “And I wish I could drain you entirely but I have to come back soon.” He whispered before sucking on your lips for the last time before standing up behind you.

You took advantage of it, and catched your breath, your head was spinning and your legs were close to giving out. Besides him edging you was not fun and you sure as hell would give him his own medicine when you have time. Your ears were ringing a bit but you could hear him unzipping his pants. “Oh Y/N, you drive me insane.” He says and positions himself right at your entrance, rubbing his leaking head against your folds. “Nhghn” you protested, tired of the teasing. He smirked and took the tie off your mouth, replacing it with his hand. 

“Dare to make a sound and I’ll leave you dripping wet here with no one to make you cum” he said against your neck, his teeth nibbling your skin. “Nod if you understood.” He added and you nodded before he slid himself completely into you with no warning making you choke on your moan as you widened your eyes.

“Shit..” he groaned, feeling you adjust to his size. “You feel amazing, master” he teased, slowly thrusting in and out of you, driving you wild. You could feel each vein of his with each thrust he gave you. You slowly started backing your hips against him, wanting him to increase the speed. He raised an eyebrow, and licked his lips at your actions. 

“Greedy slut, I wanted to savor you, but I guess you need to be fucked like the dirty slut you are” He said, speeding up, his thrusts harsh and raw into you, making your breasts squish against the door. “Does the idea of someone finding out turn you on, yeah?” he asked, his free hand sliding down and rubbing your clit. You moaned and closed your eyes in pleasure, his hand tightening around your mouth, muffling all the noises. 

The infamous painter kept thrusting into you, droplets of sweat running down his neck, gathering around his scales which made him thrust harsher into you. The room was filled with muffled moans and grunts. His fingers kept torturing your sensitive bud as his cock started to throb inside of you, the familiar tingling feeling building up in your lower stomach. 

“Fuck” he groaned, feeling your walls clenching around him. “You’re close, yeah?” he asked, you nodded begging for release, not knowing if your legs could hold up any longer. He smirked and thrusted faster, his balls hitting your butt as he took his hand off your mouth. “Cum for me, Master.” he whispered. 

Oh did you cum, with a choked moan yelling his name you let yourself ride the wave that threatened your lower stomach, clenching your walls tight around him, he didn’t stop, he kept thrusting into you, letting you enjoy every second of your orgasm, his hand against the door, keeping himself from collapsing onto you. “Master” he moaned. 

You swallowed hard, still recovering from your high. “Master, let me cum.” his voice was now begging, almost submissive, so different from the guy who had your mouth gagged with a tie. You licked your lips and backed your hips into him. “Please” he cried out. 

“Cum for me Rafayel.” you let out and he cummed instantly, his hot seed flooding into you, warming and filling you up as he bit your shoulder, muffling his moan. You felt your ears ringing as another wave of pleasure hit you. 

You rested your head against the door as he recovered from his high, his forehead on your shoulder. The room was quiet as a cemetery during the night. After a few minutes, he pulled out of you earning a whimper from both of you, he quickly pulled your panties to your hips, not wanting his seed to be wasted. 

He helped you pull your pants up and fix your clothes before fixing his, he always put your needs first before his. Always and forever.

With flushed cheeks, the two hidden lovers smiled at each other, leaning into each other and kissing on the lips. This kiss was different, slow, passionate, intimate. “I’ll come to you once this stupid event is over…” he whispered against your lips and you nodded. “Don’t you dare leave” his voice was sincere and you smiled, your hands gently rubbing his shoulders. “I promised you I’d never leave again Rafayel” you replied reassuring him, gaining a sweet smile from him.

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god bless you op

Need to watch this on a loop so I made a lil gif

Ugh pleaseeee

rafayel's duality is always classified in the begging vs. demanding category because he is THAT insane

This is so amazing, well written and hot!

Her Highness And Her Gem [NSFW]

characters: rafayel x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, spoilers for Rafayel's "wander in wonder" card, fingering, oral (f! receiving), reverse cowgirl, doggy style, prone bone, praising (m! receiving), no protection (piv), cocky princess reader, dominant reader, Lemurian Rafayel, porn with P L O T

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"What's going on? Why is everyone gathered in her Highness's throne room?"

"Didn't you hear? Messengers from every corner of the land brought these so-called "gifts" for her highness"

"Gifts?"

"It's to alleviate her boredom, apparently..."

You continued to listen to the unnecessary chattering of the maids surrounding the room, holding back from rolling your eyes at how ridiculous the entire situation was.

This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't escaped the palace for the 10th time this month.

It can't be helped. Your boredom was going to kill you before your age did, what's so wrong with wanting to see the outside world once in a while?

You were getting tired of every offer given by other Kingdoms and Empires through men. It was starting to get old by how they all carried good looks but no talent in bed, even a few aphrodisiacs couldn't satisfy you.

You weren't the best princess out there. Rebellious, cruel and salacious. Those were the words often used by others to describe you, most people expect a princess to be on their best behaviour, kind-hearted and pure, but you couldn't care less about such unimportant things.

"Bring them in, quickly" You wasted no time in telling the female messenger, and she nodded before clapping twice as a signal.

As of right now, while your eyes stared into the men walking in the room with attires of different erotic styles, your brain was stuck on finding another way to escape, and where you would visit once you had succeeded.

"Your Highness, have a look. These men are all pleasing to the eye"

Without realizing it, you let out a disappointed and stress-filled sigh. Make the female messenger take it as you are feeling unsatisfied with the line of men in front of you.

You didn't bother clearing up the misunderstanding as you would have preferred them all gone anyway, but then you watched as the female messenger winked at the group. They all suddenly made way for a certain individual.

"Would your highness be open to a handsome Lemurian to stroke the flames of your curiousity?" She said with a proud smile.

Your eyes immediately found a place on the violet-haired man, wearing a gold-adorned outfit that barely did anything to cover his erotic body. The sight was quite a surprise as you never expected to hear the words "Lemurian" along with it.

Without realization, you had a mischievous grin plastered on your face.

Watching how the Lemurian man looked uninterested while maintaining eye contact with you, his hands were tied with thick cuffs to prevent him from trying to escape. Maybe that's why he didn't look too happy.

"Very well, the rest can leave" You waved off the female messenger and her group of men away, signalling the maids to escort them out as you got up from your seat.

You walked down from your throne and stood in front of the Lemurian man, eyeing him closely. His eyes were in a mixed hue of blue, purple and pink, beautiful and unique like how they said Lemurians would be.

Every mole on his face and body was being observed from your lenses, you could tell how nervous he became from having your lecherous gaze on him, you could feel his breath against the top of your head as he avoided making eye contact with you.

Feeling impatient, you used your finger to hook onto the jewellery on his neck, giving him a small tug as you walked him towards your bedroom like you would with a dog on a leash. Surprising him but knowing that following you instead of struggling would do him less trouble.

The entire walk down the corridor towards your room was silent, all you could hear was his bare feet making tiny pitter-patter noises as your heels clicked in a rush, your mind was bent on one thing only this evening.

To tame this Lemurian as your own.

Before you could notice the smirk on your face, you threw the male onto your bed, watching him gasp in shock from the sudden impact, his eyes immediately locking into yours as you had both your hands on the sides of his head, pinning him with nowhere else to look but you.

"I've been waiting for a Lemurian to fall onto my hand for a while now..." You spoke in a hushed voice, laced with a hint of arousal. Whoever put him in this outfit was going to be rewarded handsomely.

"I heard the creatures of the sea possess beautiful voices, won't you entertain me?"

As you asked him the question, you could see him frown before turning his head away from your gaze in an attempt to protest your request. It seems that he was playing hard to get.

"Well, I do like it when they put up a little fight" You let out a wicked laugh, watching his face look nervous once more. Maybe he could tell you were a bit crazy through the look in your eyes.

However, you weren't interested in playing with a toy that wasn't working. So you decided to throw your body down to lie next to the violet-haired male, heaving out a sigh as you stretch your arms. Your actions make the individual beside you flinch and stare at you in confusion.

"If you don't plan on speaking, then you will never be free from this place," You told him, your eyes shut with your arms resting at the back of your head, legs crossed creating a position of an unfeminine and careless manner.

"I was born in this very palace, and I will die here without a single ounce of freedom"

Curious to know if he was listening, you opened your eyes to gaze at him once more, he had already been sat up, facing you with a distrustful look, but still interested in what you had to say.

"If you don't believe me, think about how empty the palace is. How there isn't a single man, and why I need these messengers to find me another man every week" You watched his face soften, and while what you were saying could be true, most of it was to get him to open up to you.

A cruel princess you may be.

You weren't lying when you said you were lonely. But hinting to him that you let the men that came to your chambers off to "save" them was definitely a lie. You just didn't find them entertaining after a week.

"You will be no difference. After a week you can go back to your home, and I will find another man to bring into my chambers"

You switched your position to laying onto your stomach, hand resting under your chin as your other hand went to poke the Lemurian's stomach, tracing his abs.

"...If you agree, speak your name" You didn't bother to look at his face as you had a smile imprinted on your face, finding entertainment in tracing nonexistent patterns on his muscular body.

It took a silence so deep you could hear your own breath, waiting for a reply from the male. But after a few more seconds, you concluded that he just wasn't interested in what you had to offer, so you took your hand off his body, pushing yourself up.

"Rafayel"

You froze, hands resting on the bed as your head snapped to look at the Lemurian's face, you observed the look on his face. He seemed calm and willing this time, seeing him look so obedient had you grinning, your eyes squinting by how big you were smiling as you pushed your face forward to his.

"No takebacks" You pressed your lips into his, feeling him gasp in your mouth, however, he didn't protest, letting you kiss him so rough that you had him lie back down on the bed as your body hovered over his once more.

Right when you were getting into the mood, you pulled away from his lips, clicking your tongue in annoyance while Rafayel panted from how intense your kissing was. Rafayel's hands were right on your belly, the cold hard metal that was holding his hands in place was making you uncomfortable.

"I'll uncuff you. That is if you can promise me you'll be good"

The Lemurian didn't seem responsive, instead, he was just panting restlessly, partly to catch his breath or to regain his composure. Not noticing how lewd his face looked and that the pupils in his eyes turned to slits. You took his silence as an agreement to what you said and brought the cuffs to your face.

It seemed like it didn't need a key to unlock. Instead, it had a switch similar to what bracelets have. You pressed on the poking metal and watched the cuff on his right hand unlock, falling loosely as you did the same with his left.

You carelessly threw the metal cuffs to the ground, not caring what would happen to it. Right when you were going to resume what you've been longing to do for a while, you felt two hands grip your wrists before tossing you onto the bed, switching positions of you and Rafayel.

"Ugh!" You grunted at the impact. Eyes locked in with Rafayel's, which went from an innocent, obedient look to a look that held something similar to that of an untamed dog. Unruly, and incapable of self-control.

Not wanting to back down from simply being pinned down, you smirked at Rafayel. Cocking your head upwards with a scoff, watching the Lemurian's eyes glow in a blue similar to the ocean. Before he could proceed with whatever he was planning on doing, you cut in.

"If you plan to get a strike and run away, it won't end well for you" You warned, making it clear that you weren't phased by him.

"It will start with the entire Empire distraught about what happened to their princess. Then every man and woman alike will go through every end of the world to find the messengers of their respective Empire or Kingdom that sent you to me. War will break out" You felt the grip on your wrists tighten, but you didn't bother to stop.

"And then they will aim for your people. No Lemurian in the sea will be left alive, they will skin your tails, gouge your pretty eyes, rip your scales off, and every bone of yours will be taken care of" Your eyes darkened as you watched Rafayel's face grow angrier.

"Every. Single. One"

You felt him release his grip on one of your hands, lifting up his own to create a ball of fire in an attempt to burn you right on the spot. Your provoking was so intense it had a man of the sea create fire. What a spectacle this man was.

Seeing as how you were in awe, he paused from throwing the fire at you. Waiting to see what else you would do. You happily gave him the expectation he needed.

You slowly sat up to not provoke him any further, before using the hand that was free to touch his right cheek. Thumb brushed over the mole as he stared at you with wide eyes, confused as to what you were doing now.

"Don't worry. Those things can't happen if I'm alive. I'm the princess of the most influential and powerful Empire there is here. Kings and Queens all over the world send me their sons so that they could be on good terms with us" You assured him, caressing his cheek as you would with a lover.

"As long as you're mine, no one will harm you"

Hearing you calmly whisper, Rafayel took a second before extinguishing the fire in his palm, then placing his hand to press against the bed sheets. The blue glow in his eye had also disappeared, which signalled you that he was now approachable.

"...We could even create a treaty between humans and Lemurians" You initiated, gently grabbing his hand and using it to trace it towards your stomach.

"Right...here..."

Pregnancy. You were insisting on having a child with a Lemurian man. You could see the utter shock on Rafayel's face. He looked at you as if you were crazy, but your people don't call you a tyrant for nothing. Because the look on your eyes showed that you had not a drop of humanity in you.

Without noticing it, Rafayel looked at you with pity.

"If I give you what I want, you will set me free" Your ears perked at the voice of the Lemurian man. How nice would his moans be if you had him inside you at this instant.

But he was a whole other species. A race with animalistic features. So you had to play it slow and steady. Luring in the snake before cutting off its fangs.

"Of course"

Now the one who was pushing their lips onto the other was Rafayel. You gladly let him take the initiative, since usually you would have to do all the work, so it would be nice to have a change of pace in things.

His style of kissing was similar to that of a lover. He didn't let his nervousness or hesitance show in his actions. Instead, he was determined, hungry even. Yet so gentle and experienced. Perhaps he's done it before with other women.

If that's the case, then it saves you the trouble of having to teach another man from scratch.

You guided his hand that was on your stomach lower to where your expensively embroidered pants were. Using his big, veiny hand to rub onto your lower region. Making him open his eyes and look down when he felt how warm and wet you were.

Without asking, he slipped his hand into your pants, feeling your pussy bare, covered completely in your juices making it easier for him to play with it.

You felt his fingers tease around your hole, rubbing up and down to gather your slick lubricant for his fingers before sticking them inside easily. Making you let out a moan that released you off your starvation to be touched, you removed your lips from his to give yourself better access to moan.

"A-Ah yes! Just like that" You gripped his wrist harder, guiding him to press all the right spots. Suddenly feeling the need to make a joke at the same time.

"Mmph! How lucky the other ladies are to have a piece of you before me, huh?" You let out a messy laugh, letting out another moan when you felt him press a particular spot harder.

"Stop talking" He warned, however seeing him frown at you made you want to coo at how innocent he looked, like a child that had his candy stolen from him.

"Then make me" You wrapped your hand around his neck and pressed his lips against yours for the third time.

You relish in the taste of his soft lips on yours, part of you wishes he would use those lips and work on your body instead of his hands, but you don't want to rush art in its process.

While you had your hole thrust in and out by Rafayel's fingers, you used your free hands to brush onto his body, feeling every bump of his perfectly sculpted abs on your fingers, if you weren't so preoccupied with his fingers inside, you would have smirked at how you could feel him lose composure from a simple touch.

Soon enough you felt like his fingers weren't enough for you. So you decided to take back the initiative and grab him by his arms, promptly pushing him onto the bed and crawling up to move your hips forward, your pants lowering down in the process.

Now his eyes were facing your soaking wet pussy, slightly throbbing from the loss of his slender fingers inside you. Rafayel stared at the leaking hole for a few seconds before averting his eyes to look up at you. To which you greeted his lost look with a large grin, nothing but pure arousal in your face.

"Go on"

You egged the Lemurian man on, he didn't seem to hesitate when his eyes went back to looking down at your pussy, and then he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking up the juices that were spilling out of you, neglecting your swollen clit so far.

A satisfied moan escapes your lips. The same lips that you had praised for being so soft and lewd were now suckling and licking up all your pussy had to offer, like he was cleaning up all the marks left by the other men you had slept with.

"Y-Yes...Good boy..." You bit your lower lip, running your fingers through his violet-coloured hair to guide his lips further to the perfect spots of your pussy. His nose slightly brushed against your clit.

It seemed that the tiny praise you gave to the Lemurian made him more excited than you thought because right when you praised him, you felt two large hands grope your asscheeks, pulling you forward to Rafayel's mouth, his lips latching onto your neglected clit at the same time.

You couldn't help but let out a noise of shock and pleasure, the sudden warmth and aggression in his tongue caught you off guard as all you could do was hold onto the headboard of the bed and have your legs twitch from every continuous lick he was giving to your pussy.

With the pace he had, it didn't take long before you felt yourself slowly inching closer to your orgasm. You couldn't even let out a noise to indicate that you were close because of how needy you were, it was like finally having a gulp of water after spending days in a desert.

"A-Argh- Fuck!" You groaned.

Like an instinct, you pushed his face closer to your pussy as if it weren't already close enough. Probably having his teeth touch your skin but you couldn't tell, you were too busy using Rafayel's face like how you would use a pillow at night.

You were so busy riding out your own release that you didn't even notice how the Lemurian man's eyes rolled back from the sudden pressure of his face being used for your own satisfaction, the arousing smell of your juices wouldn't go wasted as he would attempt to gulp down every single drop. Seriously, where did he learn to do all this?

Without care, you threw his head back onto the pillow before cupping his face and bombarding it with kisses, aiming from his cheek to his neck, planting kiss marks from your lipstick and leaving a few hickeys behind. Tarnishing his clean body with your bite marks.

"So gorgeous.." Another praise left your mouth.

Once you were proud of the work you left on his body, you pulled off your pants completely. Making sure Rafayel's eyes never left yours as you did so, throwing them away somewhere at the corner of the room before you pulled down the navy blue embroidered pants he had on as well, before turning your back on him and rubbing your wet cunt all over his rock hard cock.

"Little Lemuria's quite excited, huh?" You teased, watching his dazed expression never change. He was definitely out of it.

You made sure all the saliva and juices on your pussy coated his dick completely, you could tell he was getting impatient from how his leg would hold itself back from hiking up each time you rubbed your soft cunt onto his shaft, but you weren't looking forward in rushing such a valuable moment.

When you felt like you got his cock wet enough, you held his dick with your palm, feeling your own cum slipping through your fingers as you slowly pushed it inside of you, letting out a large sigh of relief when you finally got to feel something large and veiny as his cock.

Without wasting another second you moved your hips back and forth, letting his cock hit you from every spot you had inside, and also giving him a good view of your ass as you continued to tease him with the way you rocked your hips.

Right when you made him believe you were just going to rock on his dick, you lifted your hips up and slammed yourself down, earning a loud moan from both you and him. The sudden action shocked Rafayel to the point his hands reached up to grab your waist while you continued to ram his dick deep inside you.

"Mmph! Yes! Right there!"

The pace you created from simply hopping up and down his dick became too intense that Rafayel couldn't keep up anymore. His eyes would fail to gain focus once you brought him closer to his release through the teasing you did earlier. Not hiding the moans that followed the closer you got to your orgasm.

"U-Ugh! A-Almost!"

You clenched your pussy while letting out a loud moan, the impact he had on your hole was far stronger than your impact on his dick since you clearly cared about reaching your own orgasm first. To which you did a few seconds before Rafayel could cum as well.

While you were trying to keep yourself up after completely raw dogging yourself onto his cock, you let out a gasp when you felt your body being pushed forward, your arms being held behind your back as you felt a harsh thrust snap to hips and a deep press inside your cervix.

A loud guttural moan left your mouth as you were forced into a position where the Lemurian man had his way with you, you couldn't see his face, but you could tell by the way he was holding back his growls that he was chasing after the orgasm you denied him from achieving.

You wanted to tell him to slow down, but you couldn't as all your energy was lost from the first two orgasms you had, all you could do was moan desperately while you continued to feel Rafayel's cock gushing in and out of your hole that twitched uncontrollably.

Thanks to you being sensitive, the clamps your pussy made on Rafayel's dick made him reach his high quicker than anticipated. He gives his few final thrusts by pushing your hips so far that your stomach and face are now pressing onto the sheets, you are about to reach your third orgasm.

You hear Rafayel moan in relief as he completely filled your hole up with his cum. Feeling the warm substance gush out of your hole and run down your legs as you came on his dick once more. Eyes roll to the back of your head, leading to nothing but pitch blackness on your sight.

When you two were finally satisfied, all you could hear was the heavy breathing that came out from both your mouths. You couldn't move your body anymore, all you could do was lie on the bed with your ass facing Rafayel, you might as well sleep at that moment.

And sleep you did.

The last thing you felt was the warm embrace of the Lemurian man, you didn't expect him to be so gentlemanly, taking care of you while you were unconscious. He would make it harder for you to let him go.

But to your surprise, he was already gone the moment you woke up.

At first, you were frantic. Threatening to kill everyone in the palace if they didn't tell you his whereabouts, but it seemed that the little fish was quite sneaky, as everyone reported to have never seen him.

Eventually, you gave up. The only one time you finally found something interesting and exhilarating in your mundane life sat right at your palm, and you let it get away.

Moving on was easy, but your body no longer wanted to feel the touch of another man. Every day the maids and messengers would present you with a line of gorgeous men, but you barely even spared a glance, the only thing imprinted in your brain was that god darned Lemurian.

A week would have already passed since then. And you would find yourself laying on the same bed he was on with you, bored out of your mind.

"Stupid Lemurian. Bewitching me" You cursed, tossing a grape at the wall, watching it bounce off and fall onto the floor.

You were bent on revenge. If you ever see him again, you are going to turn him into your slave, that is for sure.

"I hope I won't be turned into seafood if I let your highness come with me"

Immediately, you sat up in shock. Not noticing you had almost crushed the grape in your hand when you heard a familiar voice. Your head snapped to look at your bedroom window, and there stood a familiar man with violent-coloured hair and purple-hued eyes.

"You..." You muttered. Eyes frantically observing his new look. He had a gorgeous attire of blues, and his skin was covered in these symbolic marks.

You watched him have a serious look on his face, arms crossed as he eyed the grape you had in your hand. Curious about what you were so determined to throw at your walls.

"That's wasting food, princess" Compared to the man he was before, he sounded more cocky and mighty. Almost like a king.

You tried to find the words to retort at him. But all you could do was gaze at him in awe, the beauty he held must have increased tenfold from this past week, so this was what he would truly look like in Lemuria.

Snapping yourself out of the daze you were in, you stood up and ran towards him, finger-pointing at his chest as you furrowed your eyebrows and faced him.

"You bewitched me! And to add on, you had the gall to leave me after bedding me! You sly fish!" You yelled, finger poking a hole into his chest as he let out a chuckle.

"Oh! Funny is it?" You spat, watching his eyes trace itself to grab your arm that was poking him, you still had the grape in your hand.

Rafayel slowly kissed your arm, then brought his face to your hand. Where he took the grape in his lips and ate it whole, chewing the fruit inside his mouth and gulping it in front of you, then planting a kiss onto your hand.

The entire gesture left you speechless. Now you were definitely convinced that this man was trying to bewitch you. Your mind circled in thoughts on how dare he touch you so casually that you didn't notice how red your face was.

"Come with me, princess" He offered, eyes staring into yours.

"..." You didn't question him. Because you knew fully well that you would do wonders to leave the place. But you knew you couldn't, especially when you've done so countless of times.

"I can't. They'll find me and kill you. It's not worth the risk" You reasoned, eyes darkening with disappointment in your own words.

"I'd like to see them try and kill the God of Tides" He laughed at your words, to which you frowned in confusion.

"What does the God of Tides have anything to do with you?" Not realizing how stupid your question sounded, you watched as Rafayel looked at you with an arched eyebrow and a tiny smirk.

"...No way" Your eyes widened before moving your head up and down to take a good look at his attire once more.

Rafayel wasn't just some Lemurian lost on land. He was a Sea God.

"Goodness," You blurted out, watching Rafayel laugh at your reaction, to which you responded by blushing in embarrassment.

"Does this change things for us now?" He asked in between his laughs, to which you rolled your eyes.

"Well, I suppose"

You felt his arm wrap around your waist, bringing you close to him as you gasped, surprised by his bold gesture. When you looked up at him he had a fulfilling smile on his face.

Next thing you knew waves of water surrounded the two of you, maybe this time you could truly escape this boring place for good.

"Hey, Rafayel. Why did you come back for me?"

"Well, a lonely princess asked me to let her conceive my child. The kinder option would be to show her where I grew up, wouldn't it?"

"...Yeah..."

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"Did you hear? The princess has escaped the palace once more"

"That's nothing new, is it?"

"Oh, but it is. I heard this time she escaped with a lover!"

"A lover?! That tyrant?!"

"Whoever that gentleman is, he must be crazy to elope with her"

"You said it"

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A/N: so like... clearly a lot of themes were running through my mind. maybe this isn't concubine! rafayel as promised BUT THE THEME IS THERE SO EAT YOUR FOOD LIKE THE GOOD CHILDREN YOU ARE (picky eaters are not welcomed, says the picky eater herself)

anyways incubus! rafayel is next, probably in a week or two who knows. after this, I will work on some zayne or xavier oneshots as well :)

OH AND CAN I SAY I WANNA OPEN COMMISSIONS SO BAD???? like maybe not for my art, but definitely for my writing. only when i hit 1k followers will I do that though so stay tuned!

here are the outfits mentioned in the oneshot for better imagination 💪✨️

Baby, please.. 🤦

No, actually i take that back. Thank you for cheering me up with this silly outfit choice 🤏😌

AUTHOR'S NOTE. based on the poll: nsfw that won by a landslide, as expected AKSNDJSKb!!! i'll post the sfw soon. i'm currently sitting on 9k with this fic & i don't think i'm close to being done yet omg 😵‍💫 not sure how many more previews i'll post of it – i'll play by ear. or, if it's something y'all still would like, then i'll be more than happy to do it, but i think they'll be much shorter going forward!! 💕💕

AND good luck to anyone pulling for zayne's banner & for anyone trying the new oracle of stars event... i want to try pulling for rafayel's, at the very least, since they all look related to the myths 😭 for the lore, I'LL BE BROKE!!!

TAGS/WARNINGS: 🔞 mdni, fem!reader, porn with plot because i said so, cunnilingus

He drops to his knees, keeps his arms slung over your legs, trapping you at the edge of the bed. His face is in front of your pussy, the heat of his breath makes you quiver.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” he says.

And, you do exactly that. Rafayel’s gaze has the full moon in there, the light unblinking and brilliant, like a parallel of the sun during the day. It dares you to flinch the longer you look. But, you keep staring, find that it doesn’t hurt and, instead, the light feels familiar. 

You hear the waves, tides along the shore and grains of sand being pulled into the water. It happens briefly. Holding your breath, the salt of the sea comes to you like it does in your dreams, a little more vivid each time you fall asleep. 

The same images of him fill your vision. Why?

You release the breath, then blink, feeling the heaviness in your chest and the lump in your throat again. It’s a back-and-forth reel of him and Rafayel, different realities converging to a single point in time – and, your lips are trembling. With the heat of Rafayel’s body seeping into you and the recollection of the sea, the moment tastes and sounds like a memory.

No. It’s more than that. 

You look at Rafayel, and everything feels less like a dream and more like a memory.

You’re about to call his name, but it’s quickly ripped out of your lips in an airy moan. The flat of his tongue glides up your slit once. Then, he’s doing it again, dipping the tip into your hole and curling between your folds as he moves up to gather your cum. Taking as much as he can, he swallows the taste of you, eyes fluttering closed as he savors it. 

It’s the way he does that – makes you believe this isn’t the first time, like he isn’t a stranger to this side of you. So, you’re drifting back into your head (only barely now, because the pleasure is intense, hot and needy) and it’s as if pieces of a puzzle come together in the span of a millisecond and you’re lucid enough to arrive to what seems like an impossible reason: it’s not the first. 

You can’t shake off this feeling. 

Your pupils dilate, oxygen completely dried from your lungs when you see the pleasure on his face. To you, Rafayel is reliving something he’s missed. Something that’s been denied from him for so, so long and he’s finally grasped onto it, and he looks like he’s found the secret to walking on air. 

The ache in your chest is overwhelmed by the ache in your pussy. You whine, the glow in his eyes too dizzying. It does nothing more than guide you closer to hysteria. Your hips jerk forward, begging.  

Blood rushes through his cock, straining beneath his pants as a deep rumble comes from within his chest. He’s diving back into your cunt for more before you can catch your breath. 

You lie there, unable to close your legs. His arms keep them bent and tucked securely between his biceps and forearms, the strength of him nothing you can even attempt to win against. It comes to you as no surprise – he’s not human after all. Your mouth parts, a light sheen of saliva over your lips. Shallow, quick breaths keep you grounded as you watch through glassy eyes how Rafayel devours your pussy like a starved man. 

He pulls back slightly, staring – he hones in on your little bud. You hold your breath when he presses a kiss to your clit, slow and gentle, before he traps it between his lips and sucks, humming as he does.

“Raf – Rafayel,” you gasp, the vibrations coupled with his sucking makes your thighs vibrate, has you seeing tiny white stars. He sucks your clit harder, and your voice gets caught at the edge of your throat. 

There’s a pause before you’re moaning like a broken record.

You force your hands to mask your face, rallying enough strength to quiet down because you’re falling, losing yourself so fast, and you have no idea how to wrap your head around the pleasure that’s already building back up.

There’s a disapproving click from the man between your legs.

“Stop,” he says, voice deepening to a near growl. It surprises you – this tone, along with that look in his eyes, half-lidded, clouded with desire, like a predator ready to pounce at its prey – and you feel a greater level of ecstasy being injected into you and it knocks against the sensitive, heavy knot in your stomach.

His demand is never quite like this. It feels… good. 

Rafayel loosens the hold on one of your legs to snatch your hands away from your face, “I need to hear you, baby, or I’ll stop.”

Breath bated, you can’t help but stare at him, utterly dazed by the moonlight that hangs over his head just like it does in his eyes. 

Lovestruck. Only a second passes before you realize how far you’ve fallen, how desperate you are to see more of this version because there’s no use in denying that you’re among the reasons – if not the reason – he’ll take charge. It’s a stark contrast to the light-hearted and comical side he usually shows. There’s a certain attractiveness to it, the willingness inside of him to take care of you with this authority. 

He asks, “Won’t you be a good girl and listen to me?”

God, you’re so wet right now.

You forget how to breathe, feeling like you’ve evolved in a bottomless nothing. His grip on your hands is firm, yet not so much that it shackles you. He’s still gentle. Nodding your head is all you can manage. He finds it cute. Rafayel brushes his mouth over your palm and around your hand to the first knuckle. He smiles. 

And, you melt. Of course, you do. Craving to be good for him, to be the good girl like he says you can be – that you are – you clutch onto the bed sheets instead, let your mouth babble this time.

When he’s sure you won’t do it again, he goes back to your clit, giving the attention it deserves as he keeps his eyes on you. He plants a kiss to your throbbing bud again. And again. And then again. It gets stickier there, messy with your cum and arousal and his saliva; stretchy, gooey strings that reconnect his lips to your pussy.

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Great job OP. you leave me all giggling, Riled up and Crying wanting him to be real 😭

A Lazy Sunday Morning

Pairing: Rafayel x f!reader Tags: mdni, mild smut, fluff and humor, p in v sex, sleepy sex, sleepy cuddles, sleepy kisses Word Count: 1365 It was a lovely quiet Sunday morning, the first Sunday you’d been off in weeks, god damn it, and all you wanted was to sleep in, wake up refreshed, and maybe grab a coffee with brunch, not be assaulted by your boyfriend’s half asleep libido! ao3 link here.

It was a lazy Sunday morning. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Rafayel was pressing his morning wood against your butt from his position as big spoon. But it was no accidental position-related pressing. No, he was most definitely, not so subtly grinding it into your ass.

“Rafayel…” 

Your voice came out as a mewling whine. He had ridden you last night until two in the morning! You were still covered in the remnants of last night’s activities, still red from where he had marked you with his mouth, still raw from the multiple moments of bliss he had given you, and still sore from where he had driven into you many times… so many times. 

“Mornin’,” Rafayel’s sleepy voice mumbled into your hair.

You could tell from his heavy breathing, the way it whistled in your ear, the way his chest pushed against you slowly as he breathed in and out that he wasn’t fully awake. He pressed himself closer to you, one leg hooking over yours until they were tangled. All while he was still grinding his wood… into… your… ass.

You were exhausted and sore and sticky. Neither of you could muster the short trip to the bathroom to wash off after last night’s activities, instead falling asleep soon after in each other’s arms. It was a lovely quiet Sunday morning, the first Sunday you’d been off in weeks, god damn it, and all you wanted was to sleep in, wake up refreshed, and maybe grab a coffee with brunch, not be assaulted by your boyfriend’s half asleep libido — and my god did Rafayel have a little needy libido. The man was insatiable, trying to stick some part of him into you constantly. (Not that you’d ever admit that maybe you couldn’t get enough of him either, and that technically you did wake up refreshed just not in the way people would assume.)

And yet… you felt a pooling begin in your core, a familiar warm, wet arousal, a familiar swelling of your pussy, a familiar aching throb between your legs. You desired to enjoy your lazy Sunday morning with much needed sleep, especially after your — ahem — activities last night, but your body was betraying you, reacting to your boyfriend’s actions behind you.

He was burying his nose into your hair, deeply breathing in the smell of what was left of your shampoo. His hands were creeping up to fondle your chest, fingers lazily tugging at things he had explored thoroughly last night with his hot, pouty mouth. You wanted to protest for him to let you fucking sleep, but that was a lie— you were relishing his touch. He was driving you insane. His hot breath. His desperate hands. His firm body running along yours. His long length pressed against your ass cheek.

Rafayel stirred from behind you, little sleepy moans breaking the silence of the room, his little Rafayel growing even stiffer — was that even possible?!

“I wanna— I wanna feel you.”

The nuzzles in your hair were demanding. He moved his hips so that he was aligned with you from behind, a little sleepy hum of approval in his throat when his tip grazed along your sweet arousal. And then he slid in.

You softly gasped, a little sensual breathy, holy-ducking-shit-that-feels-so-ducking-good gasp. He slid in without much effort because you were so fucking wet, burying himself deep until he reached the hilt. Despite how many times he had been inside you the night before, he still left you feeling absolutely, deliciously stuffed. He wasn’t too big or too small, he was just right almost like his dick was made just for you. You reactively clenched around him, shivering from the anticipation of what he would do to you.

But then nothing. His normally greedy hands were still on your body. His normally desperate cock remained only buried. His labored breathing finally floated into your ears. You turned your head around to glance at him. 

“Raf?”

He didn’t respond. He had a peaceful expression on his face, an adorable little grin gracing his lips, strands of his soft purple hair falling into his closed eyes. You reached a free hand back to softly brush them out of his face.

“Are you… sleeping?”

A noncommittal grunt rumbled from within him. Your mouth dropped open. The man had fallen back asleep! You oscillated between feeling incensed at his sleepy, horny, greedy, insatiable self riling you up, rousing all the sleep that you needed away and between feeling giggly, blushy schoolgirl at how goddamn adorable he currently looked in his sleep… with his dick twitching inside you.

You pressed a chaste kiss to his eyelid. Adorable won. Adorable always won. You startled when his eyes fluttered open, gazing into you, still hazy from slumber.

“Mornin’.”

“You said that already.” You giggled at his disorientation. How was he still so cute after all this time?

“I did?”

You nodded. His lips quirked into a lazy smirk.

“You’re warm.”

“Am I?”

“…And wet.”

“…yes?” 

Your voice cracked as you blushed. There was no denying that you were very much turned on, but in your defense, there was a Rafayel inside of you and well, your boyfriend was attractive. Very… very… attractive…

“Again?”

His voice was still heavy from the lingering haze of sleep, but there was a naughty gleam in his eyes now, a wicked mischievous gleam, one that both delighted you and made you shiver.

You didn’t say anything, pouting at his teasing. God, he infuriated you, in both good and bad ways. You felt a hand trail its fingers down your side to your thigh where it lightly traced the letters of what felt to be its owner’s name, R-A-F-A-Y-E-L, so lightly you squirmed from his ticklish strokes.

“Do you want me to claim you again? Last night wasn’t enough?”

The amusement was evident in his tone. It only spurred on your excitement, but you weren’t about to let him win.

“Raf, it’s Sunday. I’m off. I want to sleep,” you whined, but your cunt decided that moment was the moment it would spasm around Rafayel’s cock betraying what you truly wanted. That little fucking mini you bitch.

Rafayel shook in laughter behind you, each laugh vibrating from his body to yours, his damn little mini Rafayel twitching inside eliciting a shiver – or two – from you. He entwined his fingers with yours, and slowly, he moved, but only just. He pulled out only about an inch or two before sliding in again.

“I’ll be gentle after last night’s… activities.” 

His whisper tickled your ear, goosebumps prickling on your skin. He gently pressed his lips along your nape, grazing his nose behind your ear. Last night he was feral, but this morning he was sweet. So deliciously sweet.

You closed your eyes feeling a quiet bliss, content at how his arms enveloped you, how warm his body felt against yours, and how full you felt — physically and emotionally. You reveled in the lazy thrusts of your partner.

Rafayel slowly pulled out, and you looked back confused as to why he stopped, but you soon understood when he carefully rolled you onto your back, positioning himself above you. He guided himself back in, sinking down until all of him was fully flush against you save for his upper chest and face.

“Wanted to see you.”

He rubbed his nose against yours, briefly resting his forehead on you before placing tender, fluttery kisses on your eyelids, your cheeks, the corners of your mouths, anywhere he fancied. He still moved inside of you, but today, it wasn’t so much about the movement, but rather the proximity. If yesterday’s ecstasy was a burning inferno, today’s was a cozy blanket.

You returned his kisses with one of your own, also tender and chaste. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck pulling him as close to you as physically possible without melting into one another.

“Is this lazy enough for you?”

You smiled, a lovely little agreeable smile. Your pussy clenched around him also in agreement, and the most delectable little groan spilled from his lips.

“Yes, I think it is.”

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Definitely Rafayel Girlie