Rafayel x Reader. 🔞 MDNI. 🔞
"Rafayel, you finally gonna teach me how to paint?" You said while drinking coffee. "Of course, cutie. Come by the house Saturday night."
You arrive at his house. You knock on the door. He opens it wearing gray sweatpants and an apron. "Hey, cutie. You made it. Come in." You walk in, heading straight to his studio. He follows you. Once you two make to the studio. He hands you apron. You change into it.
"So what do you want to learn to paint?" Rafayel said. "Everything," you said. Rafayel sets up a very large easel. He sets up two stools. You sit, and he sits behind you. He hands you the paint brush. He guides your hand across the canvas with the paint brush.
"You're doing so well, cutie." He lays his head on your shoulder. Your body gets hot. He brings his other arm around your waist. "Focus." He says, but you can't. You are paying more attention to him than the canvas.
He pats little kisses on your neck while still guiding your hand to paint. "Focus." He slides his hand between your legs. Mind you, he is still guiding your hand with the paint brush. He rubs you through your clothes. Your hand jerks on the canvas.
You try to paint. "Focus, cutie." He whispers. He continues rubbing you. He sucks your neck, giving you a hickey. You moan. He moans. You feel his dick pressing in your back. "Raf..." You moan.
He begins to use his siren powers. The room gets hot. He lifts your skirt and pushes your panties to the side. "Keep painting," He says. He lifts you slightly, and I feel his dick rubbing against you. "Ready for next lesson, cutie?" You nod.
He slowly lowers you on his dick. He moves your hips back and forth. "You're doing so well." He says while rolling his hips. "Keep painting," he says. He starts to move up and down in slow teasing motion. You moan, your hand making dramatic strokes on the canvas.
He moves faster. He moans, "Cutie." He brings his hand around your neck, his other hand teasing your clit as he continues to move inside you. "Look at the masterpiece you're creating." He's breathing gets heavy. "Yes, cutie, keep painting." He continues rubbing your clit, he thrust faster. His grip on your neck gets tighter. You moan. "Raf, I...." You both come at the same time as you make the last stroke on the canvas. You lean into him. You rubs your thigh. "You did so will cutie."
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