when dusk and dawn intertwine

... where the sky meets the sea ༄ love and deepspace brainrot 18+ MDNI༄ normal about rafayel. lore enthusiast. character analysis enjoyer and writer.

[kaimichia]

fanfics !

✶· ─ whats yours and mine (rafmc domestic fluff) ♡ ✶· ─ crashing into you (rafmc hurt/comfort) ♡ ✶· ─ favorite distraction (prof!raf 🔞) ♡ ✶· ─ artistic process (rafmc waxplay 🔞) ♡

analysis !

✶· ─ rising tides + rafmc intimacy dynamics ♡

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ao3 || twt

[whateveritisisfine]

Rafayle x MC, on relationship status (bf/gf), short fluff inspired by @irandial tags here where I thought oh yeah I didn't write a confession.. and I do think they are idiots in love... and this is born 😂

The workday is coming to a close. Tara, who was peeking outside through the window, excitedly bounces over to you.

“I see someone is picking you up again!” she beams. “Are you two official yet?”

“Official?”

“Like, the relationship between you two. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

You tilt your head, considering it. “I think I would describe the relationship between us as… symbiotic?”

Tara’s eyes go wide. She stares at you as if you’ve grown an extra head.

“Tara?”

“No. No. Oh no oh no oh no. We are not doing this.” She grabs you by the shoulders. You are always surprised by the iron-clad strength she has in her grip when she wants there to be. “Has. He. Asked. You. To. Be. His. Girlfriend?”

“Uh…” Your blank look tells Tara everything she needs to know.

“Noooooooo!” She looks horrified. “Not acceptable! We are not doing situationships here!”

“Situationship?” you repeat. You want to pick up your phone to look up the word, but Tara is already spiraling.

“I am going to go corner him and interrogate him for you! Right now!”

“No no don't I- Tara calm down! I.. I  will ask him about it today!”

And that brings you to now.

You two are sitting on the couch together. Rafayel is picking out a movie for the evening, leisurely scrolling through the choices. You clear your throat, feeling a tiny bit of nervousness.

“...Rafayel, I have something I want to ask you.”

“Yes?” He stops what he’s doing and turns to look at you.

“So… uh…” Asking turns out to be much harder than you thought. “What are we?”

He looks at you, his expression shifting into something both amused and unreadable as he realizes you are being serious.

“What do you think we are, cutie?” He smiles in a way that gives absolutely nothing away.

“I asked the question first.” You frown. “All I know is that I am not your bodyguard anymore because you fired me.”

“Yes. Yes, I did.” His smile deepens.

“So... what’s the answer?”

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands up and moves in front of you. You look up at him, confused. And then, he begins to lower himself as if he’s going to drop down on one knee.

Your eyes narrow instantly. “Rafayel!!!” You screech, physically launching out to stop him. “Don’t you dare. I swear, if you do this as a joke—”

He stops, tilting his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What if it’s not a joke?”

“Rafayel, I can’t help but feel like quite a number of steps were skipped here,” you force the words through your teeth, your adrenaline spiking through the roof.

He laughs and leans towards you. “Ok, fine.”

He presses you back against the couch, pinning you down until there’s nowhere left for you to retreat, his knee between your legs. His face is inches away from yours, wearing that cocky smile you know so well. “Boyfriend and girlfriend it is, then?” he whispers, his words playfully smug and teasing.

“You… are… impossible…”

“Love you too, girlfriend.” He chuckles and gives you a quick peck on your lips. Then, he simply sits back down beside you and turns back to the TV to finish picking out the movie.

Hearing him say the word out loud makes your heart skip a beat - a literal flip in your chest. You touch your ears, which feel uncomfortably hot.

Not going to lie… it feels nice. You probably owe Tara a thank you.

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[kaimichia]

C22 AU fic snippet

[kaimichia]

RAFAYEL- titles + anecdotes

[kaimichia]

Rafayel's Mo outfit being white is symbolic of it being one of mourning Lemurian's while he is avenging them.

[loweanaart]

"𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔."

[mayweholdhands]

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[kaimichia]

RISING TIDES + RAFMC INTIMACY DYNAMICS

I really love the detail of MC's comfort and intimacy soothing away his scales. To me they are a manifestation of the lack of control Ebb Day brings of his physical and emotional state which is routinely something Rafayel maintains extensive control over and is something he actively fears losing. He feels as strongly and intensely as the sea and as its God is constantly maintaining the turbulence and storms he endures. And is noted as something he is unfortunately very used to and very good at doing. But it is also something that is wearing him down, to the extent his aunt relates him to battered coral. And it’s why MC plays such a crucial role in soothing away this constant struggle. 

We see that in Banquet Ablaze and Ignited Echoes in regards to his grief and rage over what is happening to Lemurians. That fear of losing his core self. And in the sense of intimacy we see that in Intertidal Zone of his fear of being selfish and only taking from MC and how he pulls back twice before they finally get intimate because of this (and in just how he handles their sexual relationship in general of him waiting to see what MC is willing or wanting to do or how far she's willing to take it before he lets his desires take over). 

Her accidentally using the bond on him and him reminding her can override it were both done purposefully to show us that his control is threatened in this state by being with the person who can command him but also being in a state that ignoring it is likely if he lets himself unleash the turbulence the reversed tides cause. It's just like the bond where he reminds MC he is dangerous to her and that she is his greatest weakness (which is reaffirmed in the myths as the reason he must kill her). He’s choosing to be vulnerable with the one person who has some control over him and she is choosing to stay with someone who’s in a state that could push her past what she is comfortable with. 

She soothes away the scales and gives him back control over his turbulent emotions by not trying to control him with the bond and not fearing that if he breaks the covenant he’ll break her. By offering this trust and comfort that she doesn’t fear him and going back to the room she actually gives him back his control, puts him back in a state where he is still charged from the effects of Ebb day but no longer held back by fear or distrust like he was in the first Ebb day. Allowing him to indulge in those intense desires with her (all night long) but without fear or losing control of himself in a way he did not want. As Talia explains, MCs presence lessens the symptoms. MC took away the edge of fear of losing control and allowed him to indulge in the pleasure of those desires and intense wants without fear. 

I personally think that a lot of their sexual content plays with their power dynamic and Rafayel’s giving control and trust to MC at the start and seeing her willingness to be with him and allowing himself to trapped that turns into him feeling comfortable in unleashing his passions and intensity on to her and losing himself in it by taking back the control and lead because he trusts that MC desires match his. He needs to know that her devotions and desires match his own before fully unleashing. He is someone who wants to fully emerge in his emotions of desire, pleasure, and pain but as stated he is a man who also remains in control of those intense emotions and in sexual situations we see how MC plays a crucial role in him feeling in control of losing control. 

He offers himself- sexually, romantically, financially, even his powers to her in return for her complete devotion so they can properly drown together. Without that mutual offering of everything to one another, he’s losing himself without control but together he can control losing themselves completely in one another. 

I personally see him letting MC take the lead as the start of mutual submission to drowning in their desires together much like Santarch says to offer herself to make him submit… once again ebb and flow, push and pull. It’s less about needing to control her but rather guiding her to submit to a mutual loss of control where he can fully indulge in the depths of his desire for her and show her the depths of his intensity. It’s not a submissiveness out of giving up control but one rather to allow him to be in better control of his intense desires and better match hers. 

His dominance fully comes through when he can guide you to sinking together into the depths that he wants to reach alongside you and show you the intensity of the kind of feelings that are normal to him but overwhelming and intense to you (which he absolutely gets off on but also bridges the distance of differences between you as Lemurian God and mortal human and allows him to get closer and deeper through intimacy)  

He does not want to take from her selfishly but he knows how intense he is and that his love and desires are all consuming like his flames and the ocean depths he comes from so he pushes MC to see how she pushes him back before he takes control and pulls them both down into the depths of their mutual devotion and desire. 

[oceanwolf26]

Sanctarch and Abysswalker 🙏

[megane-ga-niau]

In honor of Ebb day, have the suggestive Eventide Recitative doodles I made months ago

[kaimichia]

🔞 artistic process [2.1k words]

❌ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ❌ pairing: rafayel x you tags: waxplay, over-stimulation, objectification, dom/sub overtones, blindfolds penetrative sex, evol usage summary: You ask him about his art but he always makes you figure it out. Guides you and then praises you for knowing him so well. But your questions are still unanswered about just how his process works. You didn't realize the answer meant you'd be the canvas and experiencing the artistic process first hand. He's claimed you as his muse before but now he wants to claim you as his new art piece.

ao3: 🔗

As his bodyguard and partner, you had often heard talk of how Rafayel was a master of his craft. An artist of skill and talent that the world had not seen in quite some time. After all, you were at his side at all theses events swarmed by those who were dying to know more about Master Rafayel and his talent.

He deflects and keeps the mystery much to Thomas's chagrin but to the unexpected delight of the media that loves the mystery of the elusive and eccentric young attractive artist whose paintings sell for the same as the greatest masters of all time.

You also always ask him about his art but he always makes you figure it out. Guides you and then praises you for knowing him so well. But your questions are still unanswered about just how his process works.

You didn't realize the answer meant you'd be the canvas and experiencing the artistic process that he had eluded elaborating on when asked. He's claimed you as his muse before but now he wants to claim you as his new art piece.

It had started with your innocent question and an ordinary day in his studio with him painting and you reading on the couch, "Why do you never explain your artistic process when people ask?"

"Why would I?" He scoffs, "Not like they'd understand."

"I guess…" You sigh. You shouldn't have expected to get him to talk, it was clear he was stuck on his current piece since his paintbrush had done nothing but hover over the canvas for hours now.

The sun is setting so you grab a candle and set it by his work area, a lazy flick of his fingers and he lights it with his evol. He stares at it for a moment before looking at you, a glint in his eye that you don't think is from the candles flame.

"I've always wanted to work with wax you know." His finger slides up the dripping candle and the wax pools on his fingertip before he gently presses it against your cheek.

"Oh?"

He kisses by the smear of dried wax on your cheek, "And since a certain someone is so curious about my process… why don't you experience it first hand." His hands wrap around your waist and toy with your shirt to rub his thumbs on your bare skin.

"What do you mean?" You whisper back.

Rafayel's lip tilts up, "I mean… I'm stuck right now cutie… I want to try a more… agreeable canvas." his fingers trace up your sides, lifting your shirt more. "And you wanted to witness my process, riiiight?"

Your eyes shift the the candle and back to his, "You want to… use me as a canvas… with the wax." you ask as your arms lift and you let him pull off your shirt.

"Only if you want," He murmurs into your neck, kissing down to your collar bone, teeth pulling at your bra strap. "I can use another medium if necessary for my favorite canvas."

You've touched hot wax before, dipped your finger in wax melter and watch as it dried on your skin. A pleasant sort of burn and sensation. But imagining it… other places and done by Rafayel… "I… want to try."

He moans into your shoulder before pulling off the rest of your clothes as he "First thing you should know… I treat my art work with the utmost care and attention. Only best for the best. Anything less is unacceptable."

All you can manage is a nod, your heart pounding with equal parts nerves and excitement as he lays out a sheet and gestures to you. You sit on it and he smiles down at you with a mix of adoration and hunger that you are pretty sure is not the usual treatment for his canvases.

"It's better if you don't see the work until its finished you know?" He tilts his head with the slightest of smirks and pulls out a piece of black silk and holds it up to your eyes. You nod slightly to give permission and he ties it gently but tightly across your eyes, the studio now just blackness. You feel him guide your head down to the floor, and slide a pillow under you to protect from the hard floor. His finger traces your cheek before you hear the shuffling of supplies and the sound of an unbuckled belt and clothes hitting the floor.

More sounds before you hear his breath tickle your ear, "Now focus, time to really feel how my artistic process works. I have all my colors... now it's time to make my beautiful canvas into a masterpiece."

He kisses you before pulling back and you focus your brain on feeling like he said, all too aware of the fact you are laying nude and blindfolded on a spare sheet in his studio. And you can't see him but you felt his soft and cool skin press against yours and know he's equally as bare.

The first thing about his process is that he's thoughtful. The first drip of his new masterpiece is slow and you can barely feel any wax on your stomach. All you feel is the slight prickle of heat on your skin and it drying with the cool ocean air blowing in from the windows. "Is that okay?" You nod and he drips a little more, this time on your shoulder. The warmth makes you gasp slightly.

His finger traces the wax as he cools, the warm oils from the candle spreading on your skin, "Not too hot? This is one canvas I don't intend to burn."

"It feels… good." You lick your lips, eager to feel more of that sensation on your bare skin.

You feel him gently tuck back your hair behind your ear, "Then I'll get to work." You hear the sound of his flames again.

He's also deliberate. You feel it as the hot wax drips across your stomach, the way his finger stops and guide the colored wax to stop where he want it, lingering with gentle touches with his evol warmed fingers.

He's patient. There's constant pauses as you assume he is evaluating his work. Occasionally he'll trace along your body with his fingers before trickling the wax. He kneads your nipple as he drips some on your breast, "Just like that…" the constant attention and pinpricks of painful pleasure as the hot wax hits your skin and just laying in the dark imagining when the next touch will be has your every nerve alight. His pace is slow and deliberate and you feel every bit of skin slowly collecting wax.

"Now for some red…" he mumbles and you brace yourself and wonder just where his piece needs some red and what empty canvas of your skin even remains. Not that you have a sense of time under the blindfold, you are at the mercy of the slow and tedious process that is the signature of the great artist Rafayel after all.

The answer is your inner thigh and warm wetness of the wax dripping down just heightens the thrum of arousal into a desperate need.

"Stay still." He orders in a calm and gentle tone that still somehow compels you to keep your leg from moving and not reacting from the pinpricks of burn from the wax as he slowly pours more on your other leg. "Don't usually have to tell my canvases that."

You can here the smug smile in his tone and you wish that you could see his expression but as he said the masterpiece can't be seen until he's done… you can't even see light through the black silk tied around your eyes.

"My canvases don't usually… enjoy themselves this much either." You can't help but twitch as his warm fingers graze your dripping entrance. You can tell he's been using his evol by the way his fingers almost burn hot to the touch— almost as much as you are burning after however long you've laid there as he dripped the colored wax just so on your body to create his new work of art.

"Are you— done?" You manage to breathe out.

"No." he growls in your ear.

And finally you witness the fiery intensity that makes his art truly special. The drips of wax on your body are accompanied with his fingers pressing into you, scissoring on your walls, filling you and stretching you and making you crave more. You welcome the burn on your skin because it means he'll press into you more— harder… deeper…

The wax drips are extended now, hot wax hitting your nipple and sliding and drying down your breasts. His fingers matching the drips somehow like he's conducting your body to a perfect symphony of moans and begging as the pain and pleasure overtake you.

The wax burns lightly as it hits right above your cunt , you can feeling it pooling down your folds onto the third finger he adds. Rafayel curls hard on that spot as his thumb circles your clit. Flashes of colors explode behind the black silk as you cry out his name. Wax cracks as your body convulses and twitches as he continues to work his fingers inside you, milking every last bit of your orgasm.

Finally, Rafayel pulls away leaving you cold and missing that burning warmth of his skin and the wax.

"Look what you've done."

"S-sorry but you.."

"Shh…" he cuts you off with a searing kiss as if using his evol so long has made his whole body run hotter than normal. "An amateur would consider this ruined, but I only see potential in these happy little accidents."

You have no time to say anything and perhaps as his canvas you aren't meant to. But you can feel his cock dragging across your folds, teasing your wet entrance. The wax seemingly forgotten

"Is this… part of… the process?" You manage, your body heaving and despite having come already you can feel your walls squeezing desperately craving more, craving whats now gliding across your folds and sliding across your still swollen clit.

Rafayel chuckles darkly, you can't see him but you are all too familiar with the hazy expression you are sure he has now. Eyes dark with desire and danger… "All artists need to leave their signature on their work."

"On? Mister Rafayel is never that obvious." You tease and assume he'll get the hint of just where you want this piece finished.

You hear a pleased huff as hands slide up to to deftly grip your thighs and you feel him rest them on his shoulders. The stretch after staying still for so long makes your muscles burn slightly. The wax on your thighs and stomach crack even more as he folds you over and slides into your dripping pussy with one easy movement, skin slapping as he bottoms out. He groans and grabs your wrist, pressing it down as he intertwines your fingers before he finally starts to move.

Some of his artistic process gets lost in the act, he's thrusting into you in a way that's anything but patient. The wax that cracked falling off in pieces as his pace increases. Gone is the gentleness from the slow and deliberate drops off wax, hes fucking you intensely, ramming into you with rough thrusts that have your body shaking and you aren't sure if any wax will remain when he's done.

But the way his cock drags along your walls is just as deliberate as his art. He thrusts into deep, legs and hips angled to make sure he's pressing right into the spot that's making your screams echo across his empty studio before filling you completely and deeply. Every stroke the work of a master and you as his canvas comes alive and undone due to his work.

Rafayel's groans become more vocal as his pace quickens after your second orgasm, his lips press insistingly onto yours as you swallow his moans and tongue. You feel his cock twitching inside and as he hits his peak. His thrusts slow as he rides out his release. You feel him finally pull back slightly from the wet kiss slowly pulling out as he says, "You.. are a perfect work of art…."

But he's clearly not done yet. You feel his load spilling out of your cunt as he rubs on your clit with that artists precision and pulls out one final orgasm that rips through your overstimulated and wrecked body and has tears streaming down below the silk blindfold onto your cheeks. "And now cutie… my work is complete."

He leaves you an immobile mess on the floor, you hear a shutter sound before he finally pulls off the blindfold and you see him staring at you: sweaty, tear stained, covered with crumbling wax, skin red from the heat and leaking with his come. His face is red and sweaty but his eyes are full of fervent reverence as he continues to stare.

"Beautiful. My new favorite masterpiece."

[kaimichia]

🔞 favorite distraction[2.4k words]

❌ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ❌ pairing: rafayel x you tags: professor/student roleplay, light impact play, mild degradation, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, semi public summary: You attend Professor Rafayel's lecture as his special guest and learn exactly what happens when his favorite student distracts him. ao3: 🔗

You've read the reviews of his class how the beloved Professor Qi loses focus all too easily mid lecture, whether it be on a tangent of on some trip he took and the crab he ate or to deliver a scathing critique that leaves his students questioning their entire life. So when he invites you to sit in on his lecture it's only natural you want to test this out yourself... see how easily you can distract him.

You start simple, shifting in your seat to catch his eye. Stretching so your shirt lifts up to show just a sliver of skin. Twirling your pen around your finger and licking your lips. And when you catch him meandering you raise your hand and ask him to repeat himself and you watch as he fights to keep his composure. You can see his Adam’s apple bob every he swallows and pauses to get his lecture back on track, how his eyes keep darting to you even if you can tell he’s trying to not look your way. The entire time you are amused watching as you see him fight back redness and the suspicious amount of times he's had to clear his throat to get himself composed. But despite your best efforts he makes it through his presentation and from the buzz of the students around you they seem none the wiser.

He’s all business pretending to cleanup and as you walk by pretending to walk out with the rest of the class. He grabs your wrist and yanks you to his podium in front of the lecture hall . “Now someone was busy being a distraction during class…” he says with almost a pout but there’s a dangerous edge to his tone that makes your breath hitch.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You smile with faux innocence… his eyes shift and narrow as he lifts you up with ease onto the wooden podium.

“Really now?… well let’s see how you handle being distracted. Tell me… exactly what you learned. And if you mess up… there will be consequences.” he pauses between words to kiss your neck up your your ear. His hand slowly slides up your thigh and under your skirt pulling down your panties slightly… “Soaked… tch…” he grabs a ruler from his supplies and uses it to take them off completely. He dangles them in front of you while shaking his head. “No notes just this… unacceptable.”

“I paid attention…” your voice shakes.

His mouth curls, as he leans forward inches from your lips, his voice a low growl, “Prove it. Tell me exactly what you learned.”

“Well the movement focused on…” you start to attempt repeat the lesson best you can remember but he leans down and forward and begins kissing up your thigh.. and your mind blanks. “Focus…” he says with a slight smack of the ruler to your other thigh, pushing your legs farther apart on the podium. “Continue … “ You try to repeat his lecture but his tongue is dipping into your core as you do… purposefully pressing against that spot but too lightly to reach release. Each time you get to a major point he makes a point to lick circles on your clit and as you shudder and stop you feel the smack of his ruler on your thigh as he pulls away before you can get too close and merely says “Try again.” As he looks up at you between your thighs.

It gets harder as you get closer as he has you dancing on that edge as his mouth gets more insistent as you hold back moans and attempt to repeat his words on Romanticism while your legs are shaking — hands gripping on to the podium tightly. “Focus cutie…” he reminds in a low tone. Each smack of the ruler only intensifies the pleasure coursing through you… and they get more frequent as your thoughts get more jumbled as you go… your thigh growing red and tingling from your mistakes and hesitations.

“See what happens when you have someone distracting you…” he breathes against your aching core as you whimper “Look at you— can barely get a word out…muttering nonsense… Can’t even get to the core point…” he pulls away and looks directly at you as he presses the ruler tightly against your aching wetness… his eyes are dark… hungry and smug. His face and lips wet from you… “but I can.” The ruler clatters to the ground after one last drag across your folds. Both his hands go to grip tightly on your thighs… pushing them apart as he gives in once more… this time not to tease or keep you teetering but to devour you in this empty lecture hall. You body trembles with an intensity you fear that may topple over the podium, and you are biting on your lip so hard to keep quiet you can taste metal. But as he delivers a partially intense suck on your throbbing clit you come undone, a cry comes out unstifled as you hit your peak echoing on the walls… knowing full well the door is not locked and anyone could be outside.

One of his arms snakes behind your back as you almost topple off, holding you steady as his tongue continues against you drawing every last shudder of your orgasm out of you before finally pulling away to look at you. He delicately grips your chin and lifts it. “Lesson learned?” He taunts smirking as he slowly licks your wetness from you off his lips.

“Of course… Professor.” You emphasize the last word as he leans forward into you and you can feel how hard he is against your leg through his pants. “No more distractions…”

“Cheeky. That won’t do at all.“ he shakes his head as he stuffs your panties into his pocket with an air of indifference. “My office in 10 sharp. I need to prepare your discipline referral…. it’s a very involved process.” He whispers the last bit in your ear as he takes you in his arms and guides you off the podium onto shaky legs. His warm breath lingers after he walks away making you dizzy—reminding you this is far from over. You hear the click of the lock as he enters his office from the classroom entrance. You realize he intends for you to walk around to the main entrance… commando and still dripping under your short skirt and a noticeable redness on your thigh from the smacks of the ruler.

The reality of your predicament takes you out of your post orgasmic haze, panty-less and obviously wrecked and stuck in his classroom needing to make your way to his office in broad daylight… You peek down the hall and take a sigh of relief at how few students were lingering in the halls. It makes it easier to hold your breathe and walk as fast as you could around to Rafayel’s office and pray they are all so focused on their art they don’t notice you.

The man who did this to you laying on his couch as if he’s taking a nap, eyes closed but raises a brow as you slam the door shut in a panic. “Why are you slamming my door?” He asks lazily his lips twitching as if he hadn’t just eaten you out in the empty lecture hall next door and left you there a dripping mess with no underwear and an obvious red mark on your thigh.

“Rafayel!” You grab a folder from his desk, smacking his head with it.

“Hey! Owww” His smirk widens and you are well aware it didn’t hurt one bit and he’s enjoying every bit of your reaction from the sparkle in his now open eyes.

“You left me and made me walk around without—” Rafayel has the audacity to chuckle but before you can whack him with the folder again… he yanks on your wrist holding the folder and it falls, scattering papers to the ground, you land on top of him, chest to chest.

“And you left me like this…” He grinds slightly up into you and you gasp as you feel his hardness pressing against you through the fabric of his pants. “Teasing me like that after I invited you as my special guest… so rude.”

“You made your point that I’m a distraction.” You push on his chest and lift up– still straddling him, the fabric of his pants pressing onto your still exposed folds, he emits a slight groan as you adjust yourself over the bulge by grabbing his waist.

Rafayel’s thumb gently strokes your thigh where he had struck you with the ruler, the redness already fading some but a pleased glint in his eye as he evaluates his handiwork, hips pressing up against you just enough to make you shudder, still sensitive from his work in the classroom. “I am impressed though. You actually remembered quite a lot…”

You return the favor, pressing down against his tented pants and he chokes back a sound, “You mutter to yourself when you work, I listened to you plan this lecture all weekend.”

A slight blush colors his cheeks and he looks away for a moment before turning back with a slight laugh, his hands sliding down your sides to your hips, his thumbs lifting up your shirt slightly to rub circles on your exposed skin. “Oh I see, so my favorite student can pay attention when she wants to… ”

“So no discipline referral?” You tease smugly, grinding onto him shamelessly at this point and getting a groan from him for your efforts.

“You know I hate paperwork cutie… and you spilled all the papers I have to grade on the floor too. You’re reeeeeally making my workload worse” He sighs looking over at the mess before you see that familiar narrowed, darkened gaze look back at you, the hint of a smirk dancing on his lips. Before you can even think of a response to tease him more– his grip on your hips tightens and he guides you backwards onto the couch, pressing over you now his voice low and husky. “Professor Qi might not like distractions but… Rafayel… he could really use one from all this work you made for him.”

He’s undoing his belt now, impatiently pushing down his pants and boxers to release himself… swollen and dripping with precum for who knows how long now. He grabs your reddened thigh and gently pushes it up as he lines himself up with you. The tip of his cock presses against your still dripping entrance, pushing in slowly as he whispers, caressing your ear with his warm breath “And you’re my favorite distraction.” His eyes flutter as he bottoms out, staring down at you once more drunk on lust.

“Do you know how hard it was to not just stare at you the whole time?” He starts to move, dragging his cock slowly in and out of you at a torturous pace as if he’s demonstrating his own suffering with how he’s fucking you. “How much I wanted to just grab you and take you in here like this… needed this… needed you.” His hand entwines in yours and squeezes as his pace increases. “You didn’t even need to tease me like that… just you being there is enough to make me… need you. Thought about fucking you like these before you even did all that.” he leans into you kissing you messily and desperately as his pace increases, your grip onto his lanyard as he continues thrusting unto you, stretching you deeper and deeper each time leaving you breathless and unable to speak.

“How am I supposed to focus on anything when all I can think about is you?” His kisses move down your face onto your neck, sucking and biting as he ruts into you with more abandon now, the sound of skin slapping echoing in his office. “Could only think about how you look when I’m fucking you like this… the way you sound… smell… taste…" There's a breathy desperation in his voice as he continues to wreck you, dragging along that spot that has you throwing your head back against the couch cushion.

His other hand moves to rub his thumb across your clit, “Come for me again… I want to see you lose yourself on my cock this time.”

“Rafayel…” you moan out as your walls convulse around him and he slams into you with a final shudder and a moan of his own… twitching and releasing inside you, panting as he rides out his release his intense gaze never leaving your eyes as his thrusts finally slow.

“The thing is cutie… even when you aren’t here. You distract me.” He tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear, pulling you up to be seated in his lap while still inside you. Sunset tinged light from the window strikes his features and you're taken aback by his beauty even if you’ve memorized every bit of his face by this point. But the golden light illuminating the tender expression on his face makes your heart race even more than what he did to you on the podium of the lecture hall or on this couch.

His arms tighten around your lower back as you feel him soften inside and his release leaks all over his still partially on pants. He presses his sweaty forehead to yours, pressing a light kiss to your nose, “So please.. Keep distracting me like this in person instead..” You stay like that for a long time, the light of dusk darkening into twilight in his window before finally getting up to clean yourselves off and attempt to look presentable. 

“Need these?” he pulls your panties from his pocket and dangles them in front of you slightly out of reach. His laugh echoes across the office when you finally manage to snatch them back from his grasp and pull them back on.

Rafayel picks up the papers that were scattered and taps your head with the folder– a dark, hungry look returning despite his playful wink. “We can discuss your discipline referral during my office hours tomorrow.”

“Okay Professor," You pull at his lanyard with a slight laugh and his look shifts to a warm smile.

“But right now, let's get out of here.” His hand slides around your rear- lifting you up and carrying you out of his office into the hall. This time you don’t care if anyone sees the beautiful mess he's made of you.

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Best strawberry cake 🍰😋🥰

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Take Me Back To Eden

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November comics

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Commission for homurasturtle on X 💜