synopsis. rafayel was a lemurian, so it was logical for him to be hairless. or so you thought. imagine your reaction when you spot the sluttiest happy trail on your boyfriend… yeah, he wasn’t making it out alive tonight.
pairing. boyfriend! rafayel qi x reader
content/mdni. fem!reader, established relationship!au, early relationship!au, kind of sub!rafayel, whiny!rafayel, needy!rafayel, needy!reader, embarrassed!rafayel, kind of insecure!rafayel, blowjob, FIRST TIME DEEPTHROATING RAF, handjob, happy trail appreciation, body worshipping (m receiving), pubic hair, teasing, dirty talk, praise, pet name (my love, raffy, good boy), kind of throatpie, cum play, a lot of spit, allusion to sex.
word count. 2.7k
a/n. HAPPY TRAILS ARE HOT AND RAFAYEL WITH A PRETTY PURPLE ONE IS EVEN HOTTER! thank you for coming to my ted talk. please tell me your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
the door creaked open, interrupting the soft silence of the evening. you looked up from your spot on the plush couch, your book instantly forgotten as your boyfriend rafayel slipped inside. he looked drained, his usually effortless elegance replaced by a weary slump.
his hair, the color of amethyst, fell into his eyes as he kicked off his sneakers. a loud sigh escaped his lips.
“rough trip, raf?” you asked, your voice a soft murmur in the warm room.
he hummed, running a hand through his locks.
“the art store was... an experience.”
you watched as he moved into the room, his body languid; dropping bags cluttered of paints on the floor. apparently, his short trip to acquire art supplies was more intense than expected.
“a-ah.”
he stretched.
it wasn’t just a stretch; it was a slow, unfolding of his entire frame. his arms raised above his head, interlocking his fingers and pushing towards the ceiling.
the movement was aquatic, a sigh of relief that spoke of his true nature.
and then you saw it. the hem of his simple white shirt rode up, exposing the slim, alabaster skin of his stomach. you’d run your hands over that skin before — smooth, hairless, and impeccably soft, like silk or the slick surface of a dolphin.
his abdominal muscles, not sharply defined but lean and taut, peeked out at you.
your lips opened in a silent gasp.
but it wasn’t just his stomach that was unfolding. the stretch pulled his jeans low, revealing the top few inches of his hips, the bones delicate but defined.
and there, just below his navel, where the fabric of his pants bit into his skin, you saw it.
a trail.
a soft, shockingly visible trail of hair.
it wasn’t thick and coarse. it was soft, wispy, like the fur of a sea otter’s underbelly. it caught the warm light of the lamp, each tiny strand a shimmering shade of lavender and violet.
the color of a bruised shell or the deep sea under twilight.
it started as a subtle line just below his navel and trickled down, disappearing into the darker confines of his jeans, leading your eyes straight to the swell of his cock, soft and resting against his thigh.
fuck.
a sharp, instantaneous jolt of pure, unadulterated lust shot through you, straight to your core; your mouth flooded with saliva — a primal reaction. but that was nothing compared to the sudden, soaking wetness that immediately started gathering between your thighs.
it wasn’t just a tingle; it was a gush, warm and slick, soaking into your underwear with such violent arousal it made you squirm.
fuck, fuck–
your pussy clenched, empty and hungry.
the image of that soft purple trail leading to his crotch burned into your retina.
“raf?” you whispered, your voice huskier than you intended.
he lowered his arms, turning to you with a slightly guarded smile. “hmm?”
“i... i never noticed that before.” you said, gesturing with your chin towards his stomach.
his smile froze. his duo-chrome eyes, usually so calm, widened just a bit. a pink hue bloomed across his cheekbones, contrasting stunningly against his pale skin.
“oh. that.”
he crossed his arms subtly over his torso. a shielding movement.
“i’m... sorry. i haven’t had time to... y’know… take care of it. it’s just... it grows so fast.” he sounded so embarrassed, like a teenage boy caught with porn magazines beneath his bed.
your heart melted… and yet the pulse of lust throbbed harder between your thighs. your boyfriend was so fucking hot naturally, and it looked like you needed to remind him of that.
you stood up from the couch and walked towards him, slow and steady, adamant to make use of this opportunity.
“don’t be sorry.” you murmured, stopping just inches from him. “i think it’s... really sexy.”
he snorted, still not looking at you. the redness of his cheeks intensified.
“sexy? it’s just... hair.”
“it’s your hair.” you said, reaching out to trace the edge of his shirt with your fingertips. he shuddered, pressing it down harder.
covering it more.
“it’s the beautiful color i love so much. i want to see it.”
“my love...” he tried to back away, but the armchair blocked him in his retreat.
“please, raf?” you leaned in, pressing your forehead to his chest, batting your eyelashes at him and flashing the sweetest pleading eyes you could muster up.
you would use your sweetness if it meant getting what you wanted.
“i’ve never seen it. i want to know every part of you. especially this part.”
he hesitated, his resistance waning because of your pouty lips and puppy eyes.
“it’s not... it’s not special.”
“everything about you is special to me.”
you whispered, your hands sliding around his slim waist, sneaking under his shirt from behind. your palms met the silky, warm skin of his back, caging him now in a tight embrace.
“please? just a quick look.”
shit, he couldn’t resist you.
he let out a long, shuddering breath. his arms unfolded, his hands falling to his sides.
“okay.” he surrendered, his voice barely a whisper. “just... be gentle.”
your heart thumped with triumph, and so did your sopping cunt, as you were slowly and carefully kneeling in front of rafayel.
that gesture alone earned you a guttural moan. “mhm, my love.”
yeah… you were going to eat him up.
you steadily lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing the soft, pale skin of his stomach. then your hands dipped lower, to the waistband of his loose pants.
and there it was, now at your eye-level. in all its glory.
rafayel’s happy trail.
the hair began just below his navel, a sparse, delicate line that traveled down, getting slightly thicker and more defined as it went. it curled softly at the base, leading into the dark fabric of his pants.
it wasn’t as straight as his head hair; it had a slight, more prominent wave.
“it’s so beautiful.” you breathed, your voice laced with awe. your fingertips hovered above it, not touching just yet. “it’s like... a secret. just for me.”
he watched you, his eyes wide and uncertain. flustered by your interest in something he considered unimpressive. “really?”
“really.”
you said, finally bringing your index finger to the top of the trail. the hair felt incredibly soft, like the fur of an otter. you traced it down, slowly, slowly, until your digit nudged the waistband of his pants.
“o-oh.”
he sucked in a sharp breath, his abdomen clenching, muscles popping out more. his own arousal was now increasing, shooting blood down to his cock and making it more visible in his baggy pants.
you were aware of the effects you had on your boyfriend; you always were. so you looked up at him from your kneeling position, your eyes half-lidded and full of need.
stirring him more.
“can i?” you murmured, your fingertips toying with the button of his pants.
toying with rafayel as well.
“yes.” he nodded, swallowing hard, embarrassment long forgotten.
you popped the button, then took hold of the zipper, dragging it down slowly. the sound seemed louder, booming in his ears together with his heightened pulse. you hooked your thumbs into the band of his pants and his boxers, your sultry gaze locked with his flustered one.
you pulled them down, just an inch, just enough to see more.
the hair peeked forth, now fully visible. it formed a neat, thicker patch over his pubic bone, curling slightly and lush. it was undeniably masculine and yet incredibly elegant, a perfect match for him.
“fuck, raf.”
you groaned, your hand shaking as you reached out and spread your palm over it. the softness against your skin was intoxicating.
you ran your hand down, caressing the purple-ornated skin, until your knuckles brushed against the distinct swell of his erection, straining against his boxers.
“my love...” he whimpered, his head falling back. his hand shot upwards and propped itself on the armchair behind him, seeking support. “it tickles.”
“tickles?”
you purred with faux mockery, sliding your hand inside his pants, over his boxers. your hand cupped him fully through the fabric, feeling the heat and the hardness of his cock. “it’s supposed to ache.”
“ah, sh-hit.”
“because then i get to put my mouth right there and make it feel really, really good.”
your mouth?
he moaned, low and long, his free hand tangling in your hair and smushing your face into his crotch. so close to his cock, yet still so far away.
“p-promise?”
“oh, it’s a promise, raffy.” you whispered, following his lead, your nose nuzzling into the exposed soft, purple tufts. you inhaled his musky scent mixed with something else — probably residues of his shower gel.
he smelled delicious.
“it’s a promise i plan to keep all night long.”
your words spill forth like honeyed poison, sweet and lethal, and rafayel’s entire body quivers in response. his fingers tighten in your hair, not pushing you away but holding you there, as if you were his only anchor in a storm.
“all night?” he breathes, his voice a shaky, disbelieving whine. “you’ll… you’ll kill me.”
“i’ll make you feel so good.” you murmur against his skin, your lips grazing the delicate hairs. you feel him twitch, a sharp, involuntary spasm of pleasure. “you’ll never shave your happy trail again.”
your hand, still cupping him through his boxers, gave a gentle, twisting squeeze. he gasped, a sharp, sucking sound, and his hips bucked instinctively into your palm. the fabric was wet now, a dark spot spreading at the tip of his cock, and you knew he’s leaking buckets of precum.
yummy.
you leaned in, your warm breath fanning over the soft fabric covering his aching cock. you pursed your lips, placing a gentle, wet kiss right over the aching length.
the muffled moan that escaped rafayel was music to your ears.
“so sensitive.” you teased, your voice a low purr. “i just gave it a little kiss and it jumped. should i stop?”
“no!” he moaned, the word bursting from him with urgency. “please… don’t stop.”
“then let me see you, raffy. all of you.”
your voice was firm, a soft command which is met by no refusal. your fingers hooked into the bands of his pants and his boxers, and in one, smooth movement, you pulled them down, together, to his ankles.
the sight that greeted you makes your mouth water instantly.
his cock sprang out, hard and thick, slapping against his stomach. it was pale and straight, the head a deep, flushed red, beautifully contrasting the soft lavender curls at its base.
the happy trail you adored led straight into that thick, neat patch, framing his erection like a work of art.
“fuck, you’re perfect.”
you breathed, your voice husky with want. your hand reached out and wrapped around his shaft, palming the heat and the solid weight of him. you gave a slow, torturous stroke, from base to tip, using his pearly precum, and his whole body tensed, a stranded sound clogging his throat.
“you… you like it?” he asked, his eyes shy, vulnerable, searching your face for truth.
“like it?” you leaned in, your lips parting just enough to let your tongue lick a slow, wet stripe from the very base of his cock, right up that sensitive underside.
he jerked, a sharp, uncontrolled movement.
“raf, i love it. i love how you feel. i love how you smell. i love how you taste.”
you said the last words while your lips were still pressed against his skin, and you tasted the salty, slightly sweet precum on your tongue. it was the taste of his arousal, the physical manifestation of his desire for you, and it was making you dizzy with want as well.
“i– shit.”
you opened your mouth wide, your tongue flattening, and you took the head of his cock inside. swirling your wet muscle around the slightly rough edge of his engorged tip.
“gods!” he shouted, his head throwing back, his neck a long, arching line of desperation. his hands, now both tangled in your hair, trembled. “your mouth… it’s so warm.”
you hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending another shudder racing through him. you started to bob your head, slowly at first, taking him deeper and deeper.
your hand pumped the shaft you couldn’t yet reach, stroking in time with your mouth.
“ah, a-ah, ah.”
your other hand roamed downwards, cupping his balls, rolling them gently in your palm. they were heavy, tight, and so full of semen.
you will milk him dry.
“t-this is so–”
you pulled back suddenly, strings of saliva connecting your glossy lips to his slippery head. your breath hitched, your throat sore and used already. he watched you, his eyes wide and hazy with lust, so turned on by your fucked-out expression.
“you taste so good, raffy.” you rasped, your voice raw, yet full of determination. “i want all of it. i wanna feel you down my throat.”
you leaned in again, not even waiting for rafayel’s further comments, your intent unmistakable. your hands gripped his hips, nails digging into his skin, pinning him against the back of the armchair.
you opened your mouth wide, relaxed your jaw, and took him deep in one swift motion.
“l-looove–”
this time, you didn’t stop until your nose pressed against that soft, purple pubic hair. you inhaled his scent — musk, clean sweat, and your own saliva. he froze in place, legs quivering from the feeling of your throat around him, a sharp, guttural sound escaping him.
“oh, fuck!”
his voice cracked, completely overwhelmed by the new sensation. he could feel the incredible, wet tightness of your throat constricting around his cock, the gag reflex triggering around his tip.
it was too much.
his hands shot out, gripping the armchair behind him until his knuckles were white from pleasure and pain.
“fuck, fuc-ck.”
you held it there as much as you could, your throat working around him, your eyes watering as you looked up at his agonized, pleasure-consumed features. you were choking on him, air barely filtering through your nose, yet he was more breathless than you.
he was scraping so deep in your throat.
you pulled back shortly after, gasping for air, saliva and precum dripping down your chin. your lips felt swollen and sensitive, reddish from the pressure against his navel.
“look at you.”
you panted through strong gulps of air, gesturing to his tortured cock. it was glossy and slick, thoroughly coated in your spit. the purple hair around its base was darkened and clumped with moisture too, obviously affected by your sucking.
“so beautiful. all shiny and wet for me.”
“please.” he begged, his body tense and trembling, his eyes watering from the sudden lack of attention. “i’m so close.”
“i know, raffy.” you smirked, your hand returning to its steady pump around his shaft. “you’re always so close for me. your pretty cock gets so hard and leaky as soon as i touch it.”
you leaned down, taking him back into your mouth; not as deep this time, but with renewed vigor. you sucked hard, your tongue working over his slit, swallowing the salty precum that kept seeping out.
“i-i am so–” he warned, his voice breaking into a sob.
you pulled off just as he lost control, jerking your hand up and down more violently.
the first spurt hit your greedy tongue, warm and thick. you swallowed it immediately, tasting him — slightly sweet, slightly musky.
so so delicious.
the second and third pulses arched high, landing on his own abdomen, painting white streaks across his pale skin and soaking into that beautiful purple trail.
“good boy.” you purred, watching him spasm, his body shaking with the aftermath. barely standing. “you cum so much for me.”
you leaned in again, but not into his cock.
no.
your tongue swiped through the pool of cum in his navel. you licked it clean, then moved up, cleaning the streaks from his stomach. your tongue swirled through his happy trail.
gathering his cum mixed with your saliva, making the soft hair even wetter.
“all clean…” you murmured, your lips nuzzling his stomach. “my sweet boyfriend.”
he was spent, breathing heavily, his eyes glazed over from the intense orgasm. you smiled, satisfied with his hazy state.
still, your own arousal was throbbing between your legs, pulsing for more.
“that’s just the first round, raffy.” you whispered, tracing his semi-hard cock with delicate fingers. earning a high-pitched moan from his lips.
all the wedding outfits i got for my mc ~ show me ur mc in her wedding attire!!
from left to right: caleb's, xavie's, raf's
i so desperately wanted every single dress in this event, but of course, i had to save. i was really sad to have missed out on zaynie's mc's hairstyle and dress!! the braid was gorgeous, it was my favorite hairstyle from this event. if it ever reruns, i will definitely pull for zaynie and try to get their outfits (i also have both colors of caleb's tux and the standard colors for xavie and raf)
i loved all of the dresses, but i always felt that rafayel's dress was my favorite. the sleeves, the length, the details, i could go on!! i think it suits my mc so much, and it's the dress i would choose for myself out of all of them! for caleb's, i'm not totally sold on the uneven length. i do love all of the other details! i think it suits my mc very well, maybe even the best. now, for xavie's dress, i love it but the flowers are not my favorite aesthetic. i know xavie's aesthetic can be stars and/or flowers but i wish this one had some more of the starry vibe! i very much love the shape of the sleeves, neckline, and gown, and the length is perfect!
i love raf's mc's hairstyle, but not so much the straight hair for my mc. i love caleb's hair on my mc, however it is not quite as long as i'd like (i personally have very long hair so i love the long, flowy, wavy hairstyles on my mc). i love xavie's mc's hairstyle so much, but personally it's not my favorite because i prefer my hair down! but the braids really add to it, and i love how big the bun is because it indicates very thick/really long hair, which is #relatable to me! so, basically, i would have really loved something like the actual styling of caleb's with raf's length and xavie's bangs. but as i already said, i feel like zaynie's braid would have suited my mc the best!!
i love all the rings and think they're all so beautiful and whimsical. i have to say, i can't pick a favorite! i would wear each of them. xavie's flower is a very beautiful, i think his ring is the one that would suit my mc the most. raf's tail ring is gorgeous, but... well, maybe another shell would have suited better. it's a bit too literal in my opinion. i think the paper crane ring is very whimsical and cute, and the band is my favorite out of all the rings.
overall, rafayel's mc's outfit is my favorite but i love to mix them all together. i would also love to mix and match the bracelets and necklaces and shoes, like using raf's bracelets and caleb's shoes and xavie's necklace. this is why i need zaynie's outfit, so i can use her braid and veil! if i did have that one, it would probably be my favorite bc it would suit my mc so well.
my affinity levels after almost eight months of playing. i wuv them all so much <3 what're your affinity levels at and how long have u been playing?
and before anyone tries to say i love sylus any less bc of his lower affinity, trust, i love them all! i just can't afford to always pull for everyone (intentionally) and i don't have enough resources to level up everyone's cards. i tried doing this for a while but i now pretty much only focus on leveling/ranking up caleb's cards. i guess i could say it's not that sylus has a low affinity level, but that caleb and xavie are exceptionally high! i genuinely love all of them equally, i just personally relate to caleb and xavie's affections and emotions the most.
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