Hidden Meetings

Hidden meetings

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♡ mdni // NSFW

♡ Rafayel x Y/N

✧ Warnings! fem reader/mean rafayel/switch rafayel/bondage/gagging/degradation/creampie/brief oral/smut/penetration

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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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