My medicine is right here.
RafayelxMc(reader)
[Smut fanfic/alpha omega verse & ebb and flow partially inspired] 2673 words
Minors, please do not interact.
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Tired from your one-week successful mission, you lie down on the hotel bed after taking a shower. Somehow you were all irritated, moody, and needy the whole week but now thankful that the mission ended already, so you are more than ready to arrange your things and go home to Rafayel.
You remembered how upset he was when you told him that you were going out of Linkon for a week; he disagreed in an instant with the idea of you going away.
(Recalling the moment)
"I see, roger that; I'll get prepared right away," ends the call.
Back hugging you, Rafayel nuzzles on your neck.
"Cutiieeee, who was that? Are you receiving another mission again?"
You sigh, "Bull's-eyes."
"Huhhhh, again? Really? Puu-leaase, you just got here like a day ago. Who do they think they are making my Miss Bodyguard overwork herself?"
"And the worst is the mission is going to be out of lin~"
"No, absolutely not." Holding both of your arms, he makes you face him, pouting.
"Raf, you know I can't decline Jenna's orders; also, she put me in charge of the mission." Trying to make fun of him, you also pout.
He sighs and rolls his eyes. "Ugh, people are so annoying nowadays; they rely on you too much, cutie. Poor thing, hmm, maybe my plan to make you resign and make you my bodyguard/wife for life is indeed a good plan, don't you think?" He grins, fixing your hair.
You pinch his cheek, smiling. "That would be nice, but I really can't decline orders haha~."
"Tsk, boring" side-eyeing you.
"Ohhh? Side-eyeing now, aren't we?"
He pulls you closer, kissing you tenderly on the lips, almost making you melt.
"Then, why don't you let me come with you, hm?"
"I'm sorry, love, but no, I can't do it. I don't know how things are in there, and I don't want you uncomfortable for a whole week."
"Just say you don't love me anymore." Pouting, he walks away, making you chase after him the whole afternoon.
He still implored to come with you and tried to throw tantrums along the way, but you managed to convince him to wait for you in exchange for staying together for a whole week with no nuisance.
As a week passed, you were so busy that you couldn't even get ahold of your phone, not being able to keep in touch with him. Getting out of bed right away, you feel a little dizzy, but not paying attention to it, you reach out for your phone. Your eyes widen as the first thing you see on your screen is a reminder from your calendar and 100+ messages and missed calls from Rafayel.
"Well, fuck, that explains it. It's Ebb Day."
Panicking, you start running around the room, dumpingeverything into your luggage, at the same time looking for your suppressants.
Somehow after spending years with Raf, your hormones also happened to get linked and to respond to his pheromones, making your whole being extra sensitive to him and his pheromones, especially on ebb day, affecting your libido and moods every day.
You could tell that it was getting even harder to control it since you were spending your days in his studio; even after leaving him to work, you couldn't even focus because of the excessive throbbing, heat, and wetness your cunt would get, to the point you would get breathless and couldn't even walk properly anymore.
There were also times when you needed to take an early leave out of work just to satisfy your needs with Rafayel. Despite having a hard time at work and outside, deep inside you knew you liked the idea of being linked to his pheromones because it somehow made you understand him more and get closer to him. On the other hand, Rafayel just enjoyed the idea of you coming home almost every day, all frail, to his arms, begging to be fucked.
But still Rafayel didn't like the idea of you having a hard time, so he made a way to help you out; he found the suppressants for you to help alleviate your symptoms and for him to suppress his strong pheromones and heat.
You drank one right away and tried to contact Rafayel so many times, but there was no response. You were worried dead because you knew how vulnerable and stubborn he gets on bad days, and you could imagine him having a really hard time not having you by his side.
You called Tara and apologized. You asked her to wrap everything up since you were already leaving first because of an emergency. After hours you arrived at Linkon; immediately you drove yourself to his house. Surprised, you saw the door was wide open. You ran inside, leaving all your things, worried that something might have happened.
"Raf? Rafayel, are you in here? Please answer—" You almost fell on your knees as Rafayel's strong pheromones greeted you; it was like the whole studio got sprayed with his scent.
"F-fuck, even if I took the suppressants, I can still smell his pheromones. How far gone is his heat today?"
Doing your best to contain yourself, you walk around the studio looking and shouting for his name.
"Y-Y/n," you hear Raf's voice, low, fragile, trembling, and needy.
"Raf? Wait, I'm coming right now."
You run upstairs, where you feel his pheromones lingering the strongest, and there he was, lying down in the bed, in his clothes all wet. Maybe he tried to wash himself to cool down, but it didn't help at all, you thought. You could see how flushed his face was, his deep breathing, and his releasing low, soft moans. One hand was holding on to his chest while the other gripped the sheets. Just his pheromones were already making you go nuts; your cunt was already soaked wet and throbbing. But seeing him in that state, gosh, how will things go?
"Raf, baby, I'm here. I'm so sorry for being this late." You try to fix his posture, and you hold onto his face while caressing it, doing your best to hold your lewd thoughts.
"Y-you're finally here," he gasped, letting a soft moan out of his mouth.
"D-did you take your suppressant, Raf? You don't look too goo~." Oh fuck, the way he was staring at you; you knew he was long gone. He can't control his pheromones anymore.
"Baby, I'm going to look for your medicine; maybe it will help a little bit with your heat." As you get up, in a swift motion, Rafayel is already on top of you. Gasping and biting his bottom lip, he smirks right after.
"Medicine? What are you talking about, princess?" Pressing his palm on your pelvis, he says, "My medicine is right here." He licks his upper lip while unbuttoning his long sleeves, keeping eye contact with you like you would run away anytime if he took his eyes off you.
You wanted to stop him and take care of him, but how could you? Your legs were already pressing at each other from the overstimulation you got from his pheromones. Even your pants were getting drenched from your throbbing pussy. There's no stopping here anymore.
After removing it, he pulled both of your arms, putting them behind your head, and leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"How should I address you today, Miss Y/n? Hm? Licks your ear. Should I call you Miss Bodyguard as usual?" Unbuttoning your button-up shirt slowly, "Or maybe pretty girl?" Hand tracing around your chest, "Or does 'master' sound more fitting to you?" Pulling down the front of your bra enough to free your breasts, gasping, he licks your nipple slowly, teasing it in circular motions, a moan escapes from your lips, and he smirks.
"Master, it is."
He sucks on your breasts like it's his source of air, his other hand already moving down to your thighs, spreading them. He unbuttons your pants, putting his hand inside your undies right away to touch your cunt.
"Ahh, this pretty pussy is so drenched. Is it because of me, master?" He pulls his hands out, licking his fingers. "How rude of me to make you this wet without doing anything, huh?" He leans down, kissing your stomach and going down to your pelvis, breathing on it.
You couldn't think straight anymore; all you wanted was him to fuck your senses out. Seeing him submitting to you was not on your list; you were determined to savor it no matter what.
Putting hickeys all over your pelvis, he looks up at you.
"Say master, tell me what you want me to do. I will do anything for you; just say a word. I'm at your service today." ~ bites your thigh
Oh fuck, now that was your last straw; he got your heart skipping a beat.
"Raf, can you kneel down for me, please?"
Not breaking eye contact, he nods, getting off the bed and kneeling down right away, hand clenching hard on his thigh. Oh boy, you knew he was restraining himself to not turn into a brat and fuck you right away.
You sit on the edge of the bed in front of him, pulling him to deeply kiss you, both of you lost in the sloppy kiss, tangled tongues, and gasps.
You break away from the kiss; looking at him, you see him all breathless, face flushed red, looking at you all upset from breaking the kiss.
Holding his chin, you smile at him. "Can you make me feel good?" You stand up. Not saying another word, he pulls your pants and undies down. Kissing your thighs, he puts his thumb on your throbbing clit, teasing it in a circular motion.
"Actually, you don't even need to ask; you know how much I love making my master feel good." Licks your thigh, playing with this pretty pussy of yours, all soaked just for me, looks up at you, and smirks. "Ahh, what a pleasure. I must say thank you for such an honor, my beautiful master."
Holding onto you, he parts your cunt lips with his tongue, licking it slowly, from the bottom all the way to your clit, and sucking on it as he squeezes your thigh, looking up at you, making sure to capture the look on your face, eyes rolling as you bite your bottom lip. You hold on to his hair for support, but instinctively you pull his head to suck on your aching pussy while also grinding on it.
He couldn't be happier seeing you all needy for his mouth; he sucks on your cunt, licking every drop of your juices like it was a waste letting it flow down. Letting go of your thigh, he proceeds to put a finger inside your cunt, curling all the way to hit your spot. Already trembling, you grind faster on his face.
"I-it feels so good, Raf. I-I want to cum. Ugh, f-fuck."
He adds another finger in, fingering you faster and more deeply. He sucks on your clit. Your legs are already trembling. Bending down and grasping Rafayel's hair, you cum, squirming and almost losing balance. Rafayel supports you, holding your back. Sucking on his bottom lip to clean your juices, he smiles.
"Oops, hang in there, master, we don't want you to get hurt, yeah?" He stands up, caressing your face. He kisses your shoulder and deeply kisses you, tangling his tongue into yours and breaking out from the kiss.
"Did you taste your juices? Isn't it so delicious? I could eat you out all day, and it still wouldn't be enough for my mouth; it's never enough," he says, pulling your arm, licking you, and kissing your wrist.
"Master, is it my turn now? Can I fuck you now, please? Hmm?" He kisses the palm of your hand all the way to your shoulder. "I did good, didn't I? Please tell me to fuck you; my cock hurts so bad I can't take it anymore. I've been holding on till now; I've been a good boy, so please?" He puts your hand on his cheek.
How could you say no to him? Rafayel begging like that broke your core.
"Fuck me now, Raf; I need you right now." He smirks.
"That's all I ever wanted." Settling you on the edge of the bed, he removes his belt, tossing it to the side, unbuttoning his pants, and freeing his shaft, throbbing and all soaked from his pre-cum, stroking it slowly as he closes the gap between both of you. Seeing him stroking his big cock slowly, staring at you with that smirk of his, you couldn't help but touch yourself. He looked so hot, so beautiful, as if he were a sculpture, his eyes wandering all over your body, gasping like there wasn't enough air.
"If you touch yourself and look at me like that, I won't be able to hold myself, master." He stops stroking his cock, holding onto your thighs, and pulls you to the edge of the bed. Putting your legs on his shoulder, teasing your cunt, he slides his cock slowly, then shoves it in deep inside you, making you gasp in shock.
"Ahhh, so tight, so fucking tight." He doesn't even give you time to adjust to his size; he just keeps pounding on you like it was his first time entering your tight cunt.
"R-raf, w-wait, slow down a bit, p-please."
Biting on your ankle, he grins. "Hmmm, why is it too much? But look—pounding on you even deeper—your tight pussy says otherwise, master, clenching down hard like that, and you'll break me anytime." Chuckling, licking his thumb, he rubs your clit at the same rhythm of his pounding.
Gripping the sheets and arching your back from pleasure, you moan loudly, already reaching for your second orgasm.
"Uhu, just like that, come on my cock, master, show me how good I make you feel." Pounding deeply, he hits your sweet spot, making you orgasm. He pulls you onto his arms, settling both of you on the bed (lotus position). Holding on to you, he caresses and kisses your shoulder.
"Came twice already, huh, master? So fucking cute… but ~pinching on your nipple, licking your chest~—I didn't get to cum yet. Why don't you help me out, my precious master? Hm?" ~bites your neck~
Putting your arms around his neck, you move your hips; to tease him, you lick his ear and moan breathily on it.your waist, he guides your movements, hitting your cunt deeply. Rafayel's moans start to get more and more tender; not being able to stop, he humps on you faster, head already falling back as he bites his lip to stop his moaning.
"It feels so good, Raf; don't stop. Keep fucking me just like that," you moan.
Looking at you, he licks his bottom lips as he humps on you faster and deeper. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself, master. Go on, use this cock; it's all yours." He grabs your nape, making you bend your back to hit your spot. You were already cock drunk, eyes rolling back, no strength left to move your hips. You were just there, moaning and breathless.
"You look so beautiful, fuck, I'm going to cum, Master. Come on, tell me to cum deep inside you, Master. Tell me." He pulls you closer, biting on your shoulder.
"Come, Raf, p-please come deep inside of me; I want it." Humping on you faster, both of you reach your orgasms. Grabbing his hair, you pull him for a deep kiss, a sloppy and breathless kiss, both squirming and trembling from the pleasure. Raf breaks the kiss, staring at you, gasping, and fixes your hair and chuckles.
"Are you alright, cutie?"
Breathless , you nod.
"Good, because we're just getting started" he smirks, pulling you to another position.
“I hope my medicine can keep up with me”