❥ rafayel pops a boner every time he paints you. just picturing you in his head and tracing your shape on the canvas gets the blood rushing straight to his cock.
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 musky 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 salty, 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.
you forgot your engagement/promise ring at his place after an argument and he misunderstands.
angst to fluff !! inspired by this wonderful smau/fic <3
He hated the sound of the crashing waves roaring from his opened windows.
After your footsteps disappeared, it was all he'd hear through the silence that reminds him how empty his home feels without you.
Feeling his throat drying up after lying down, petrified on his living room couch for hours, Rafayel stands and drags his feet towards the kitchen.
And that's when his stomach churns with discomfort and his chest tightens up.
Your ring.
The ring that he's given you as a promise to live the rest of your days together. It sits coldly on the counter table, almost mocking him for what he's done.
Could it be....?
Is it all over?
Have you give up on him?
Rafayel feels like throwing up.
His field of vision shrinks and blurs as he runs to the counter table to pick up the silver ring. His fingers shook as he inspected the precious item, making sure that it was the same ring that you've grown quite fond of ever since he gifted it to you.
He recalled you telling him that you'll never ever take it off.
His heart would always swell everytime he catches you randomly smiling and admiring it.
The ring represents your future together.
And now, it's just here.
Forgotten.
Has he really ruined everything?
He doesn't blame you for being upset with him.
He did put himself in danger and have gotten hurt because he'd acted too reckless.
He knows he should've taken you with him. He shouldn't have hidden it from you.
After all, you always tagged alone and supported him everytime he'd go on his... secret missions to avenge his fellow Lemurians that were done wrong in this world. You trusted him just as much as he trusted you.
It's just that this time, he knows you're extremely busy at your work, dealing with a big, serious investigation, and the last thing he wants is to put more stress on you.
He'd be fine, anyways. It won't take long.
Well, that's what he thought.
Rafayel's targets this time ended up possessing new high-tech weapons that he hadn't accounted for, and it resulted in him getting hurt.
At the end, despite all the troubles they've given him, his mission was a success.
But then, as he came home with all his injuries, you were there waiting for him. He saw the horrified expression on your face as you ran over to him.
You were dead silent as you cleaned and fixed him up, listening to his explanation of what he did.
The argument wasn't really much of an argument. Mostly because you didn't say much.
All he saw was the hurt and disappointment in your eyes before leaving without a word other than, "Get some rest, Rafayel."
How could he get some rest now?
His heart is racing as his mind jumps to conclusions.
You took off your ring because you no longer want to be with him.
What should he do?
Should he run after you?
Rafayel starts heading for the door to leave, but then he realizes that he is not in a good condition to go out. He barely made it home without falling apart, after all.
Should he call you?
Will you even pick up?
Rafayel takes a deep breath as he reaches for his phone.
His thumb hesistantly presses your contact name, ignoring his pounding heart.
"What's wrong?"
You greeted him with those words, already sounding concerned for him.
"H—Hey, cutie, I was just...."
Rafayel pauses as he replays your words.
Your tone... it sounded a little off.
"Are you okay?"
"What? Me? I'm fine. Why? You're the one who should be answering that question."
Rafayel frowns. "But you sound like you're stressed about something. Where are you right now?"
"I'm just.... looking for something...." He could hear rustling in the background, which tells him that you're moving around a lot. "Why'd you call me? Are you in pain? Do you need any help?"
"Huh? You sound concern for me..."
"Why do you sound surprised? Should I not be?"
Now, both of you are confused.
"I just thought.... you know.... you'd be mad...." Rafayel looks down at the ring on his hand and fiddles with it nervously. "Because.... of... you know.... I thought you're breaking up with me so I didn't think you'd pick up my call, but like, you don't even sound mad, so—"
"Wait." You interrupt him sharply. "We're breaking up?"
"....Are we....?"
"Wait, what? Rafayel, stop confusing me!" If he wasn't on the verge of throwing up right now, he would have giggled at you. "What do you mean?! Why would I break up with you?"
"Because.... you're mad at me for not telling you about what I did? And for acting stupid and reckless? That's why you left your ring here, didn't you? Because you don't want to be with me anymore?"
"My ring...." You paused for a few seconds before Rafayel hears you let out a loud gasp. "So that's where it is?! No way!"
"Huh?"
"I could cry right now! Rafayel, you life saver!"
"Me? Why?!"
"I've been looking for the ring for hours! I thought I lost it so I was freaking out and went back to all the places I went today! I was seriously thinking that some Wanderer ate it or something! I didn't know what I would do and what I would tell you if it was really gone!"
Right now, he could imagine you crying happily.
He thinks he might shed tears of joy right now too.
"So..... you didn't leave it behind on purpose?"
"Of course not!"
"Oh." Rafayel just lets out the longest breath of relief.
Suddenly, breathing became easy again.
His shoulders feel light.
The lump in his throat had magically vanished.
"That's good... So, you're not mad at me, right, cutie?"
"Weelll..... I'm still gonna scold you about it a few more times, but.... of course I'm not mad at you." Your tone turns soft. "I know you have your own things to do, and you were just being considerate of me.
I really did wish I was by your side when everything happened though. I hated seeing you hurt like that, so I couldn't really say much earlier without saying the wrong things but.... I'm not upset, Rafayel. I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm not going anywhere without you."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
There was a brief moment of silence on his end before his tone shifts to a lighter one.
"So, will you come home and take care of me? I think my injuries are kinda hurting and I might need a pretty Miss Bodyguard to look at them for me. Also, your ring misses you."
The sound of your laughter made his injuries feel nonexistent, even if just for a moment.
He knew at that moment that everything is going to be okay.
"I'll go buy us some food first, so you better be on your bed and behaving when I come home, okay?"
"Okay, but please hurry or else I might die—"
"Stop."
"—I mean from loneliness, cutie."
"Bye, Rafayel."
You found Rafayel at the dining room, resting his head on the table with his eyes closed, with his phone next to him.
You quietly walked up to him and placed a hand on his forehead to see if he had a fever or any dramatic temperature changes brought by his injuries.
Not a minute later, Rafayel opens his eyes and you were instantly pulled into his chest.
"You're here!"
You were caught off-guard with how tightly he was holding onto you, and how fast his heart is racing against your chest.
"Rafayel...." Without pulling away, you shifted your gaze at his face and noticed the relief in his eyes. "Are you okay?"
He takes your left hand and slides your ring on your finger before bringing it up to his lips for a soft kiss. He then flashes you a soft smile. "I'm good now~"
"Promise?"
"Promise." Rafayel squeezes you against him even tighter, nuzzling his face on top of your head. "And now that you're here, you're not allowed to leave for the rest of the night. Actually, not for the rest of the weekend— actually, I'm so terribly injured, so you might have to stick around until I get completely better. I think that's what the doctor said."
"Really? I don't remember him saying that."
"Then, you might've gotten a head injury from fighting all those Wanderers and got a little memory loss. Don't worry cutie, I'll take care of you. Let me put you in bed right now!"
"No, I'm putting you in bed."
You quickly stop him from carrying you to prevent him from wasting energy. He is still recovering from injuries, after all.
Instead, you're the one who carried him bridal-style. Rather than protesting, he happily wraps his arms around you and rests the side of his face on your chest.
You can't help but feel bad for worrying him earlier.
From now on, you must never ever take your ring off. Not only so you don't lose it, but also so you don't make Rafayel misunderstand and worry about something that'll never happen.
You only took it off because you were cleaning up Rafayel's injuries and didn't want it to get in the way or to get it stained. It is quite precious to you, so you're being careful with it. Maybe you were a little too careful.
You made him worry over something so silly.
"Okay, stay here while I shower real quick."
"Can I—"
"Nope."
Rafayel pouts at you. "You didn't even know what I was going to say."
"I think I do, and it's still no." You squish his cheeks with one hand. "I won't take long. By the time I finish, I know for sure you're still gonna be undecided on what movie we'll be watching."
"Hmph. Fine. I'm gonna choose the saddest movies you've ever seen and you're gonna be crying so hard!"
"Okay~"
At the end of the night, Rafayel ended up choosing an awful romantic drama movie that had the two of you asleep within thirty minutes.
Rafayel fell asleep with his head on your chest and an arm around your waist, and you had an arm gently secured around his back.
The silly little ring incident was long forgotten.
Rafayel didn’t tell you about his exhibition, and he left you on read for THREE hours? As his bodyguard, you just can’t let that slide. It’s unprofessional.
Face flushed with need, those soft strands of lavender hair a mess, Rafayel was sprawled beneath you. That boisterous attitude was gone, and in its place, something vulnerable and desperate. Your fingertips ghosted along his ribs, and he shivered, every inch of him burning hot. That glittering gaze of his was lidded with lust, but when your hand trailed higher, fingers wrapping around his flushed neck, he snapped his eyes shut. With a needy cry, he bucked up, his aching cock smearing pre-cum along the curve of your ass.
His voice cracked as he begged, “Please, please. I can’t handle it anymore."
You shifted atop him, dragging your slick cunt down his abs, grinning as the contact made him tremble. With a breathy moan, Rafayel gripped one of your thighs, trying to guide you further down, craving to fill you up.
“Uh-uh,” you scolded, quick to pinch his nipple as punishment. “You left me on read for… how long was it? Had me so worried, Raf.”
“I’m sorrrrrrryyyyyyyy,” he whined, “I’ve never been so sorry in my life!”
With both hands now firmly planted on your thighs and nails sure to leave marks, he begged silently with his eyes, urging you to hurry up and forgive him. With a cruel tease, you hovered over him, your entrance grazing the tip of his cock, pulling a sharp groan.
“Fuck!”
Your taunt was soft, almost a purr. “Tell me what you want, Rafayel.”
“You,” he shouted immediately, hips stuttering as your wetness brushed over him again. “All I want is you.”
Cute, but not what you wanted. “You have me right now, cutie,” you smirked, using his nickname for you like a knife to the throat. You leaned in, running your tongue along his collarbone.
“Please, I need you. I need to fuck you so bad.” He was practically sobbing, every inch of him pleading to claim him.
You settled your hands onto his shoulders, pinning him flat against the mattress, shifting your hips away as Rafayel tried to grind on you, purely against his will at this point.
“Keep begging,” you ordered. “And maybe I’ll let you put the tip in.”
Dark satisfaction simmered within you, to see Rafayel fall apart so sweetly… to have to answer to you for once.
“I-I’ll do anything… Fuck,” he stammered, breathless. “Please, fuck me—please. Please.” Each little plea became more urgent, his chest heaving as he panted, until it was all he could utter, just a raspy string of please please please.
What a good boy.
He deserved a reward.
His hands trembled as they settled on your waist, and with a gentle smirk, you sank down on his throbbing cock with excruciating slowness. You couldn’t resist your own pent-up moan, as his thick girth stretched you wide, right to the hilt. Rafayel’s entire being tensed, lips parting in a silent cry as he finally got to fill you.
He thrusted up, choking on his own words, everything garbled and inaudible.
“What was that?” You murmured, regaining your composure—and control.
You denied him another thrust, rising off of him, until only his tip was flush with your soaked entrance.
“You feel so good,” he whined, eyes widening with fragile insult. “Don’t stop!”
“I just remembered what you did,” you pouted down at him, your frown so mocking and mean. “You didn’t invite me to your gallery, Raf. You didn’t even text me!” You slammed back down on him to amplify your exclamation.
Because lust aside, you truly were upset.
“Oh god I’m so sorry, so so sorry,” he wept, shaking his head, like he couldn’t believe he’d done that.
“You—left—me—on—read!” You spat, grinding down with each punch.
You ripped a strangled moan from his throat as you took him so deep, fingers sinking into you, trying to grasp your very soul.
Rafayel couldn’t speak, and honestly, you didn’t want him to. His voice was starting to grate on you, hearing all those pitiful pleas, all that begging for forgiveness and a fuck. Rafayel was always so pretty when he shut that damn mouth of his.
Working together in tandem, your thrusts grew heavier, less controlled, your pants mingling as you moved forward for more support. Droplets of swet trickled down the column of his throat, and you leaned in, licking and suckling. When your teeth grazed his pulsepoint, a broken whimper trembled through him.
“Please don’t ever stop,” he whispered, still heaving and desperate to breathe. “You’re perfect. So perfect.”
“Yeah? Am I?” You purred into his skin, picking up your pace, thighs burning from the exertion. You wanted to have him take over, but that meant letting him win.
You withheld your shiver as Rafayel glided his hands up, fingertips brushing over your nipples, then coming to cup you entirely.
“There is nothing more perfect in this world than you,” he said, his voice trembling and raw—but most importantly—earnest.
You clenched around his twitching length, somewhat involuntarily, but at this point, your body was no longer in tune with your mind. You craved him, needed him so deep that his soul sank into your very bones.
But the twisted part of you, that still had a fraction of control, wasn’t finished with him just yet.
“I’m still not sure I can forgive you,” you sighed into his neck, slowing your grinds to a near halt, movement minimal.
His response was a heartbroken sob, his touch sculpting you now, committing your softness to memory. “Please,” he begged again, tone laced with fear. “I—I can’t—” he hiccupped. “I can’t take it anymore.”
Your burning lust was sick of your own attitude, and when Rafayel chased for friction, sinking back into you with such sweet fullness… You broke.
You rode Rafayel with newfound ferocity, almost possessed by it. His eyes had long rolled into the back of his head, the pair of you shaking, sweating, panting and moaning, until you weren’t sure where you began and he ended. His cock was too good, constantly hitting that sweet spot, and when he began twitching? Oh, you could have wept, the golden heat of him threatening to push you over the edge.
“You’re close,” you stated, feeling the expanse of his chest, peering through blurry vision at how his muscles tensed.
Rafayel could only nod, frantic, eyes snapped shut. “Yes—fuck. I want you to come. I need you to. Please. Please.”
Gripping his chin, you yanked, forcing him to meet your smoldering gaze. Capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, he felt like velvet… sweet and intoxicating. Feeling brave, Rafayel began to fuck up into you harder, until your rhythm was lost against the raging thumps of your heart.
“When you come for me, Raf,” you rasped into his mouth, soft yet commanding. “Scream my name.”
And he did.
Rafayel went stiff beneath you, back arching as an animalistic groan rumbled through his throat, his release like a tidal wave. You could feel him twitch, hot cum spilling deep as he trembled, hands gripping the plush of your thighs for dear life.
But you hadn’t orgasmed, and so, you kept moving. Riding him through his own, chasing the high. Fuck, it was so close you could taste it.
Rafayel squirmed, eyes pleading for mercy as you overstimulated him. But you couldn’t stop. Not until you got what you wanted.
What you deserved.
Finally, whether it was to end his own torment or to simply help you, Rafayel rubbed clumsily at your clit, tongue coming to circle a nipple. Stars burst behind your eyelids as you came, a soundless cry ripping free from your being.
Panting and ragged, the both of you fell still, too spent to move a single thing. Eventually, Rafayel shifted, pressing a sweet and lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. When he pulled back, you met his gaze, and there, subtly tugging at his cheeks, was a smile.
Of course, he had to ruin the moment, teasing you with his still-wrecked voice, “I think I should ignore you more often.”
Hello! My main is Rafayel in game and I will try to mainly write about Raf for the sole reason that I don't wish to mischaracterize other LIs, so I'll try to keep my account Rafa exclusive, because that's what I feel the most comfortable writing <3 hope I didn't disappoint anyone
Rafayel draws you.... a lot. like A LOT a lot. It's unintentional. He never meant to have sketchbooks upon sketchbooks saved with your face alone it just happened... It's what he claims anyway. If you happen to stumble upon them he will immediately blame you and how he as an artist cannot not capture beauty when he sees it.
Rafayel hates going out. But that doesn't mean he won't follow you wherever you go, he's such a loser for you. As long as he's with you he doesn't mind where you take him. (although, please don't let it be another exhebition of his)
Rafayel loves putting his head on your chest, the sound of your steady heartbeat, can lull him into sleep within minutes. After so many lifetimes of heart offering he is happy to hear yours beat. The sound is reassuring but he'll never dare to admit it out loud.
complimenting you is one of the things Rafayel does unintentionally but all the time. he can't help but appreciate you and the way you exist, you are the highlight of his very existence and he WILL make sure that you know that, you're his muse after all.
Rafayel loves to act like he hates cats, but at this point you know that's not true, whenever the two of you are out and he spots a stray kitty he makes sure to buy cat food for it and take them to a local shelter. Afterwards he will make an absurd excuse "That cat would eat your poor fishie if i didn't tend to it! Trust me it was already scheming!"
notes: first ever post, keep in mind that these are my headcanons and i completely understand if you don't agree with them, although I'll ask you to be respectful about them <3 I'll make edits along the way if i dislike something.
HOLYYYY PEOPLE, 70+ LIKES IN 1 DAY? didn't know Tumblr users were quick like that!
Jokes aside, i dunno if this is some kind of ao3 curse of tumblr or something but i nearly passed out 3 times today.... yikes, i swear i was gonna post consistently but if i have to go to a hospital every week i don't think posting a lot will be easy.... i have to figure out things with masterlist and introduction pages since i only recently started using Tumblr (i know, crazy. im not unc though, i swear) bear with me in the meantime, i appreciate any kinds of advice i'll get!
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Rafayel draws you.... a lot. like A LOT a lot. It's unintentional. He never meant to have sketchbooks upon sketchbooks saved with your face alone it just happened... It's what he claims anyway. If you happen to stumble upon them he will immediately blame you and how he as an artist cannot not capture beauty when he sees it.
Rafayel hates going out. But that doesn't mean he won't follow you wherever you go, he's such a loser for you. As long as he's with you he doesn't mind where you take him. (although, please don't let it be another exhebition of his)
Rafayel loves putting his head on your chest, the sound of your steady heartbeat, can lull him into sleep within minutes. After so many lifetimes of heart offering he is happy to hear yours beat. The sound is reassuring but he'll never dare to admit it out loud.
complimenting you is one of the things Rafayel does unintentionally but all the time. he can't help but appreciate you and the way you exist, you are the highlight of his very existence and he WILL make sure that you know that, you're his muse after all.
Rafayel loves to act like he hates cats, but at this point you know that's not true, whenever the two of you are out and he spots a stray kitty he makes sure to buy cat food for it and take them to a local shelter. Afterwards he will make an absurd excuse "That cat would eat your poor fishie if i didn't tend to it! Trust me it was already scheming!"
notes: first ever post, keep in mind that these are my headcanons and i completely understand if you don't agree with them, although I'll ask you to be respectful about them <3 I'll make edits along the way if i dislike something.
synopsis. spending ebb day together as friends... will you still be friends afterwards?
pairing. rafayel qi x lemurian! non-mc! reader
content/mdni. A TON OF FUCKING. fem!reader, lemurian!reader, non-mc!reader, friends!au, friends-with-benefits!au, more level-headed!reader, dom-then-sub!reader, sub-then-dom!rafayel, needy!rafayel and reader, mean!rafayel, mean!reader, possessive!rafayel, slight dumbification, mention of masturbating (m solo), begging (m and f receiving), cunnilingus with MONSTER TONGUE, cow girl sex, doggy style sex, missionary sex, one cock sex, two cock sex, DOUBLE PENETRATION, OVIPOSITION, MONSTER FUCKING MONSTER, TON OF CUM, CUM PLAY, hair pulling, spanking, protected sex, raw sex, multiple rounds, allusions to anal sex, overstimulation, tummy bulge, teasing, praise, degradation, pet names (baby, partner/mate, good/sweet girl, whore, slut, cockslut, all the good stuff lmaoo), kissing!! SCENT KINK, HAND KINK, TON OF SWEAT, TW: BLOOD, marking, mentions of breeding, mentions of mating.
word count. 8.5k
a/n. prepare your panties! please tell me your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
the first time it happened, it was an accident.
just two people hanging out, forgetting the current date. just two people, so absorbed by their newly founded human existence that they sidetracked their origins.
just two lemurians, friends since childhood, who, because of circumstances, were pulled together by raw desire to spend the changing of the currents as one.
the first time it happened, it was an accident. the other instances, however, were deliberate.
•••
you were standing in the fluorescent-lit purgatory of the 24/7 convenience store, a basket hanging from your elbow with an xl pack of condoms already inside.
“what else, what else…”
the air conditioning was too cold, raising goosebumps on your arms, brushing over the sprinkle of scales already adorning your skin. the cool air was combatting the warmth from the outside, but there was a deeper heat slowly coiling low in your belly, pulsing harder and harder, overtaking your very being quietly — a heat that couldn’t be tamed by the artificiality of the cooling device.
you’ve been feeling it for hours. the telltale thrum, the hypersensitivity of your skin, the way your gums ache faintly where your fangs wanted to push through.
ebb day is tomorrow. officially.
you still have a few hours to prepare.
your phone unexpectedly buzzed against your skin, a frantic, continuous tremor that has you fumbling for it. rafayel’s name light up the screen, a silly picture of him trembling together with the vibrations.
you swiped to answer, a teasing remark already on your lips.
“if you’re calling to back out–”
“please.” his voice cut you off, and it sounded wrong. it was not the smooth, sultry baritone he usually wielded like a weapon, articulating witty remarks at your expense. it was breathless, strained, cracking at the edges. “please, come over.”
you froze between aisles, your hand tightening on the phone. “rafayel?”
“i need you.” a low, fractured whine escaped him, and the needy sound went straight to your core, igniting the latent heat into a sudden, roaring blaze. “it’s… it’s early. it’s so early. i thought i had more time but it’s… i need you now.”
you could picture him too clearly.
at his seaside manor, in the vast, luxurious bedroom, with the curtains wide open, welcoming the full moon. rafayel, welcoming you, sprawled on his massive bed, his pale skin flushed and beaded with sweat, his hair a disheveled mess of purple.
you imagined him grasping his phone with a trembling hand, spotted with scales, his pupils blown wide, his lips parted in gasps.
fangs peeking through oh so beautifully.
“i’m at the store.” you said, your voice coming out rougher than you intended, your own state suddenly worsening due to rafayel’s intervention. “i’m getting the things. i’ll be there after checkout–”
“no.” he gasped immediately, and the desperation in his voice was loud, a hook that sunk into your chest and pulled you like a fish out of waters. “too long. ugh– i can’t– please. i can’t wait anymore. i feel like i’m burning up. we have everything here, so...”
“i need you. please, please, just ahhhh– come here.”
the plea was a whisper, broken and sweet, and that did it for you. you’ve always been weak for him. in this human form, in your true one, it didn’t matter; he had you wrapped around his pinky finger since you were children, even if he didn’t always know it.
“raf…”
you wanted to say something stubborn, to remind him that you were buying the very supplies he’ll be grateful for later, but another whimper came through the line, and your resolve crumbled to the ground.
“fine.” you heard yourself say, already turning and abandoning your basket on a shelf, condoms and all. “i’m coming right now. stay on the line.”
he let out a soft, relieved sound, and you could’ve sworn a sloshing noise accompanied his tune. “okay. f–fuck– okay.”
you left the store at a near-jog, the warm night air hitting your flushed cheeks.
the moon was almost up, a perfect, luminous circle in the sky, yet too bright, too full. it made your blood sing, your skin prickling with more and more clusters of scales.
you could still hear rafayel’s breathing on the other end of the line, quick and uneven, punctuated by tiny, swallowed sounds that he’s probably trying to hide.
that, and low, wet sounds — most likely his hand moving lazily up and down his stiff cock.
“tell me how you’re feeling.” you said as you slid into your car, your hand steady on the wheel even as everything inside you was starting to shake.
you have to keep your composure for just a little longer.
you also have to keep rafayel in check and make sure he doesn’t tip over.
“hot.” he breathed into the phone. “everything’s s–shit– too hot. my clothes… i took them off already. i’m just in the sheets. i nghnn– keep thinking about your hands.” his voice dropped, becoming that familiar, teasing cadence even through the haze of the heat.
“you have such nice hands. so soft– ngh– i keep thinking about them on ahh– me. groping me, pinning me down. do you think you can do that?”
your fingers tightened on the steering wheel, your knuckles whitening at his request. “rafayel.”
“i want you to.” he continued, his voice a low, needy murmur. the sticky sounds raised in intensity, no longer just background noise. “i need you so bad. i need you on top of me, baby.”
you pushed the accelerator harder, running a stop sign you didn’t even register. the streets blurred under your hazy vision, the city lights smearing into streaks of color. the heat inside you was building up with every word of his, with every little gasp and hitch of his breath.
rafayel was doing a phenomenal job at riling you up.
“what are you thinking about?” he asked all of a sudden, his voice a silken thread that woke you up. “are you thinking about me?”
“yes.” you admitted bluntly, the word torn from you without much effort.
“nhgh… t–tell me, baby.”
“the way you look when you’re between my thighs.” your voice was steady, booming from the speakers of his phone, but your hands were shuddering now. fingernails threatening to elongate into monstrously sharp claws. “the way you eat me out so good.”
he groaned, a breathless, shattered sound, and his hand sped up. the wetness staining his cock was palpable, the sound harsh yet delicate. “f–fuck yeah, i wanna taste your cunt so bad.”
a pause, then his voice murmured a confession once more. “i need to bury my face in you. i need to smell you. ahhhh– bet you’re drenched already, can almost s–sniff it from here.”
he was right. since the beginning of your conversation, the flimsy material of your panties was nothing but sticky. each and every request of his, delving into his nastiest wishes, generated more gooey arousal, effectively coating your panties in a generous amount of slick.
it also did not help that you were a lemurian, normally producing more slick than a mere human.
thankfully, you were pulling through the gates of his estate, the tires of your car crunching on the gravel driveway. you didn’t even bother parking properly — just killed the engine and eft the car where it stopped.
“i’m here.” you said into the phone, your legs carrying you up the front steps without waiting for another invite.
you swung the door open without a second thought.
rafayel was standing at the end of the hallway, and the sight of him made your clit throb.
he was fully naked, his skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, his hair plastered to his temples. his chest was heaving, his pupils so dilated that his irises were reduced to thin rings of purple. but it was the scales that caught your attention — a scattering of iridescent, pearl-white scales along his cheekbones, down his neck, across his shoulders.
painting his skin, lower and lower.
going beyond the base of his aching cock.
the scales shimmered in the moonlight, catching the light like tiny mirrors.
“baby!” his eyes found yours, and he smiled — a beautiful, unhinged grin, all sharp teeth and raw need. “you came.” he breathed, relieved, taking wobbly steps towards you.
he was deeply affected by the rising full moon, hands jumping away from his sides and searching for support onto the walls.
you were soon to be deeply affected as well as your nostrils inhaled the pheromones dominating the entire mansion: the smell was terrifically strong, a pungent odor that lulled you towards primal desires. you almost stumbled backward from the powerful aroma, palm shooting up and covering the bottom half of your face in an attempt to protect your senses.
“f–fuck, the smell…”
you needed to remain levelheaded.
you needed to remain the rational one, since rafayel was clearly indulging fully in the effects of the moon.
but it was hard. you could already feel your fans poking through your gums, could already sense the tremble in your body as rafayel caught up to you.
your entire being was calling for him, just like his own called for you.
his quivering hands clawed at your dress, pulling you fully inside, the door slamming shut behind you two and effectively trapping you in his den. taking advantage of the defensive stance you took, he manhandled you against the closest wall, caging you perfectly, his body a line of burning heat against yours.
“ah, ah, ah, you…” his face instantly found your neck, burying itself in the seductive dip between your throat and shoulder. and, with a loud whiff, rafayel inhaled your own tumbling pheromones. “ahhh– smell so fucking good.”
he did not stop at that, nuzzling further into your skin, dragging the tip of his nose up towards your pulse point, punctuating the spot right behind your ear. with that, he managed to caress a patch of sensitive scales, eliciting a moan out of your hidden lips, forcing your palm to abandon its post to tangle in his messy locks.
“baby, please, pull ugh– my hair, please.” he started to beg as he felt your fingers latch onto the roots of his hair, body curving into yours more and more.
his legs snuck their way between your own, parting your thighs and allowing his knee to dip into the material of your dress and make contact with your clothed pussy. his arms flew away too, finally taking hold of your torso and putting you into a needy embrace.
“raf, i–”
your voice echoed in his ears, blessing him with the delicious shudder of your tone. but something was wrong, he slowly realized between his hazy thoughts — you have yet to make your move, you have yet to show the same neediness he has been carrying for hours.
“i–is something wrong? no, please, baby…”
he removed his face from your neck, abandoning his mission to devour your scent gland in favor of discovering what was holding you back. a strong feeling of anxiety shook his entire body, and memories of abandonment flashed between his obscene fantasies.
changing the atmosphere entirely.
“go on, raf, it’s okay–”
“n–no.”
you couldn’t resist him, especially not now.
he decided to perch his head on your chest, entire body slouched over your own, and look up at you with his lust-filled orbits. the pout on his lips was dangerous, accessorized by his long and sharp fangs. his legs were now practically glued to yours… and you could feel his heavy cock pressing against your thigh.
“do you not want me, baby?”
oh, he was gonna be the death of you.
“raf, someone h–ngh–as to be rational, i can’t give into pleas–”
“we will be careful, like always…” he cut you off enthusiastically, tightening his hold on your midriff to block any kind of escape. worse, he dipped his face lower into your chest, pressing right against your exposed sternum… and sticking his tongue out to taste your sweaty skin.
“rafayel.” you warned through gritted teeth, gripping the base of his scalp and pulling his head back. but he was ready for such an action, simply letting out more length of his monstrous tongue and continuing his perverse ministration across the peaks of your breasts.
“i k–know what will help!” he chirped between licks, and the sensation of his rough, elongated tongue tracing the delicate flesh of your chest made your resolve shake.
you tried to hold firm, to remember the reasons why someone needed to stay level-headed, but he was a master of persuasion: his hands, which had been so needy and clammy, slid down your hips with a slow, teasing pace. and he stopped when he reached the fabric of your short skirt, fingers twitching at the hem.
“just a taste.” he whispered, long tongue retracting from your skin to wet his lips. “i ugh– to taste your pussy, baby. please.”
his voice was a raspy, desperate plea, and the sight of his body — the way he pressed himself against you, precum wetting the ends of your dress — broke something in you. you were supposed to be the rational one, but the pheromones were a thick haze in your lungs, intoxicating your very being.
your own body betrayed you, the ache between your thighs becoming a pulsing, insistent throb. your firm grip on his hair lessened, hand guiding his head unconsciously down your body, moving him in line with your center.
“ah– j–just a bit...” you breathed, your voice shaking now. “but then we m–”
move to the bedroom — he didn’t let you finish.
a submissive, relieved groan escaped him, and he was already sliding down your body. his bare knees hit the floor with a sharp thud, but he didn’t flinch. you tried to steady yourself, but rafayel had other plans — hiking your right leg up his shoulder, spreading you wide open for him. and you were taken by surprise, fingers curling and pushing his head around from the sudden movement.
“f–fuck yeah.”
he let out a sharp, encouraging moan against your exposed thigh, and you felt his lips press a wet kiss on the newly exposed patch of skin of your knee.
his hands shoot up, scattering the hem of your dress. he pushed the material up around your waist, silently prompting you to hold it down and away from him. the cool air of the hallway licked at your exposed thighs, prickling at your scale-scattered skin.
his gaze dropped, and he stared at the sight before him, cock twitching between his bent legs. the wet spot on your panties was dark and obscene, the cotton perfectly clinging to the shape of your pussy. you were absolutely soaked through, arousal escaping the comfort of your underwear in order to stain your inner thighs.
the rims around his blown-out pupils turned a bright blue, and a devouring hunger flashed across his features.
“oh, my baby.” he breathed, the words almost a whimper. “you’re s–so wet for me. i bet it h–hurts so much.”
he didn’t wait for an actual answer as he leaned forward to thoroughly inspect you. his nose pressed into the damp fabric, and he inhaled deeply, a tremble running through his body as he feasted on your scent. he nuzzled against the soaked cotton, his sharp fangs grazing your sensitive flesh through the thin barrier, and your knees nearly buckled.
your hand forced his head deeper instead of pulling it away, a silent surrender to the powers of the moon.
he took the signal with a groan of satisfaction. his tongue snaked out, long and monstrous, and he dragged the wide, flat of it across the dark spot. he licked slowly, savoring you through the fabric, his eyes rolling back from the aroma.
“you ahh– s’ good.” he mumbled against the fabric, his voice muffled by the fabric and his groans.
but he needed more than just soaked panties. so, with a swipe of his tongue, he wrapped the length twice around the gusset of your panties, tugging the material downwards. you felt the wet cotton drag along your sensitive flesh as it was removed, exposing your cunt entirely to his burning gaze.
“r–raf, please.”
he saw everything: your wet, swollen flesh glistened in the dim light, your clit engorged and peeking out from its hood. a fresh glob of your arousal slid down your inner thigh, and his adam’s apple bobbed at the bodily reaction.
“babyyy…” his breathing hitched, and he slowed down, his entire being focused on the sight and scent of you. “look at you.” he muttered, his voice heavy by lust. “so beautiful, so mesmerizing.”
and before you could form a response, he dived in. his lips glued onto you, and his tongue — still a long, monstruous muscle — latched onto your entire cunt. he licked a wide, flat stroke from your oozing entrance to your pulsing clit, and the feeling of his wet mouth against your slick flesh made you whine.
he did it again, and again, building a rhythm that was ruining you from the inside out. he was starved, licking and sucking and slurping you like an intoxicated man who knew no other flavour.
“rafayel, r–fa–yel!”
you threw your head back, the wall cold against your skull, as you fought for composure. but it was a losing battle: his mouth was too skilled, too curious to discover your pussy. he found every sensitive nerve with the tip of his tongue, swirling around your clit until you were seeing stars, then dropping down to probe at your entrance.
licking up the streams of your juices like they were the only source of water in the world.
you made the mistake of looking down at him. he was on his knees before you, his body trembling with the effort of restraint and desire. his eyes were heavy-lidded, focused solely on his task, and his gills —delicate, slit-like openings on his neck — fluttered slightly as he breathed through them, allowing him to remain glued to you without a pause for air.
he was relentless, dedicated.
he needed you to tip over into your animalistic side.
“i– oh, fuck–”
your voice cracked and morphed into a high, unhinged moan as he circled his tongue around your clit, wrapping it tightly with its length while he sucked the bundle of nerves with his lips. the tip of his tongue dipped lower treacherously, pushing against your greedy hole and effectively overflowing your mushy brain with pleasure.
your hips jerked forward of their own accord, and you felt your fingers drag through his hair, pulling him even tighter against you, demanding more even as you were overwhelmed.
“hmhmm– ngh–” he moaned into you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your pelvis.
his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs spreading your lips wider, giving him unrestricted access to every inch of your center. he worked on you with a desperate, submissive fervor, eating you out as if his existence depended on your pleasure.
and it was working. the feeling built and built in your tummy, a coil of heat tightened and tightened with every flick of his tongue.
“al’st.” he gasped, pulling away just enough to see the defeat in your eyes. his lips and chin were shining with your wetness, his sharp teeth shimmering as he smiled at you. “cum in my mouth, please.”
your resolve had shattered the moment his mouth had made contact. so you just nodded frantically, a sobbing whine escaping your lips, and he leaped at the signal. his mouth descended again with renewed vigor, long tongue focusing on your engorged bud. he sucked hard, creating a devastating pressure, while he simultaneously probed the back of his tongue against your entrance, massaging the contracting muscles.
“ah, i’m–”
you came with a cry that echoed down the empty hallway, your body arching off the wall as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through you. your hand forced his face deeper into you, and he drank everything, his moans of ecstasy vibrating against your sensitive flesh as he swallowed your release.
and he didn’t stop. he kept licking, easing you through the shaking aftermath, his eyes locked on your trembling form with a satisfied, devouring gleam.
“ah, a–ah, ah.”
when you finally opened your eyes, you had a good look at his needy, disheveled face, still resting between your thighs. his lips and chin were slick with you, his long tongue still lazily licking at your flesh as if he couldn’t bear to lose the taste. his gills fluttered rapidly, and he smiled up at you — temporary satiated by your pussy.
… or so you thought.
“g–go again?” he pleaded, his voice high-pitched and weak. “please, please, please, ple–”
and you knew why he was begging so arduously: gazing downwards at the floor, you soon realized that he also spilled his release, most likely pushed over the edge by your own orgasm. the floorboards were covered in a thick layer of cum, white and sticky substance staining his thigh and your own resting foot.
“please, baby, one more time– i love your pussy, i–”
you were still trembling from your own climax, chest heaving, gills fluttering on the sides of your neck. but something in his desperate, submissive tone made you sit up straighter, an ounce of rationality still guiding you. yeah, you felt the wetness between your thighs, the echo of his tongue still a pulsing memory, but you knew that you were far from satiated.
the moon’s pull was still in your bones, and his pheromones were a thick haze in the air.
you reached down, took a handful of his wet hair, and pulled his face away from your cunt. the slick was thick, mixed with his saliva, and it created a strong, sticky bridge between his lips and your nether ones.
“m–move…” you commanded, your voice coming out fragmented, tainted by your orgasm and the heat. “bedroom, now.”
his eyes flashed with relief, and he nodded so quickly that his locks flipped against his temples. “yes– yes, baby, anything.” with obedient, trembling hands, he pushed himself up from his knees, his muscular thighs quivering as he rose. he was still weeping, his cock stiff and red, the tip glistening with his own release.
but he made no move to wipe it away, fixated on obtaining you.
before you could step forward, he enveloped you in his arms, both hands sliding under your knees and lifting you as if you were made of feathers. your legs latched around his hips on instinct, your dress riding up to your waist, your naked slick pussy pressing against his abs. he took off with long, hurried steps, his legs no longer staggering.
“c’mere.”
his mouth was on yours before you could process his words.
“so ngh– good t’ me.” he mumbled against your lips, his tongue sharing your aroma. “so beautiful, so perfect– i’m ugh– not deserving.” he kissed you with a wide, open mouth, his sharp fangs grazing your lower lip as he pushed your dress higher with each push.
his words were a stream of subservient praises — celebrating your benevolence in assisting him with his heat — as he carried you through the living room and into the wide, disheveled bedroom. and his mouth never stopped; he fully slurped at your lips, devouring your mouth with the same fervor he ate your pussy.
he loved to caress your fangs with his tongue, grunting between lick as you were finally showing signs of turning.
“ah, ah…”
when he reached the giant bed, he turned and sat down on it, his back leaning against the headboard with a soft thud. he kept you on his lap, your knees straddling his hips, your soaked cunt hovering just above his twitching, dripping cock. his hands were instantly on your body tugging away at the dress, removing it from your body and letting your scale-splotched skin to bask in the full moon.
his sharp digits took a hold of your full hips, nails digging into the soft flesh as he tried to lower your body onto his.
“please, baby.” he breathed, his hips rolling upwards on instinct, his bare cock sliding against your wet slit. “i need to feel you around me– please, i fuck–”
you reached around, your hand finding the nightstand and its drawer, your fingers closing around a square packet. as you were retrieving it, his hands worked all over you, groping your waist, your tits, your thighs with a restless, ravenous need. his cock was jumping against your thigh with each squish of your body, impatient to ease into you.
“let m–me help.” he whispered as he saw you struggle. but you shook your head, at last ripping the packet open with your fangs.
the image made him groan — he loved when you used those fangs.
he wished you’d use them on him.
as you rolled the condom down his length with steady hand, your palm gliding over the latex as you smoothed it down the veiny cock, he gasped, his head throwing back against the headboard, his hips pushing up into your fist.
“fuck– baby, your hand, it’s ngh– so good, i’m gonna–” his words devolved into a strangled moan as you gave him a last, twisting stroke at the base, and he had to clench his jaw to keep from cumming right then.
his gills fluttered rapidly, and his hands clawed at the sheets, his white-knuckled grip the only thing keeping him grounded.
you left him hanging on the edge for a sweet moment, your eyes locked on his trembling stomach and the way his scales shimmered harder. then, with a slow movement, you raised yourself up on your knees, aligned the tip of his cock with your soaked entrance, and slowly began to sink down.
the sensation was electric. his length slid inside you in a smooth, velvety thrust, the latex making it easy but no less intense. you felt him stretch you, push past your greedy muscles that spasmed around him, and you gasped at the fullness. he moaned your name, vibrating against your chest as he pressed his forehead into your shoulder.
“so fucking tight– so wet–.”
“ah, raf, that’s mhm–”
you took a moment to adjust, to feel him settle deep inside you, to take in the way his tip was kissing your cervix. then you began to move — slow rolls of your hips, lifting and sinking, pulling him out until only the tip remained, then sliding back down to the hilt. your clit slapped deliciously against his muscles, and so did his heavy balls against your behind.
his hands flew to your hips again, guiding you, but he never tried to take control; he merely held you, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin of your hips with reverence.
“yes, that’s ngh– it, use me.” he implored, his voice breaking into high whinse as you picked up the pace. you rolled your hips in a figure eight, harshly grinding against him at the bottom, and his lips parted on a silent scream. “oh, oh fuck, right there, please, baby–”
you leaned forward, lips bitten, your palms braced against his chest, and you rode him with a ferocious need. every stroke was accompanied by his gasps, the sharp, slutty breaths strung together with your own traitorous ones into a rhythmic chant.
“so good, so good, i’m– please, please, let me cum inside, i beg you–”
his words were slurred, mind so thick with lust he forgot he had a condom on. but he was attentive to you, never taking his eyes off your bouncing body. when you sped up, your thighs burning with the effort, your clit brushing against his pubic bone with every downward thrust, his head lolled to the side in pleasure.
the sensation was heaven for you too: the way his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, vein pulsing just the right way against your walls, the way his hands trembled as they held you, the way his moans sounded like prayers…
“cum for me.” you allowed, your voice raspy and commanding, and that was all he needed.
with a broken whine, he threw his head back, his spine arching off the headboard as he spilled into the condom, his hips jerking up into you with ragged, uncontrollable spasms. his mouth opened in a silent shout and his hands clawed so hard into your hips you knew they would leave bruises.
the sight of him cumming, his face stretched in ecstasy, pushed you over the edge. you rode him through it all, your second climax building and building until it broke. your inner muscles clenching around him as you shuddered through your release.
he whimpered into the air like a mantra: “thank you, thank you, thank you–”.
after a few more seconds, you finally slowed down. with your gills working overtime, your body washed in sparkling sweat, you remained motionless, straddled over him. his aching cock was still inside you, spent once more that night.
but ebb day had just commenced, and a mere fuck was not the solution.
you were still trembling, his overstimulated cock still twitching inside you, when he shifted his hips upwards — a lazy, circular rock which sent a sharp spark through your oversensitive flesh. you whimpered, a needy tune that you hadn’t intended to let out; the sudden trust took you by surprise, hitting your walls in a way that made your whole being shiver.
he did it again, this time with a sharper thrust, his strong hands pushing you down into his cock, and your palms flattened against his chest in a vain attempt to put some distance between the two of you.
“raf– wait, slow d–ah–own a bit.” you gasped, your voice cracking, the overstimulation short circuiting your brain. “i need a second–”
his laugh was low and mean, a strong contrast to the high-pitched moans he freely let out a few minutes ago.
“slow down? why? you’re still aching for more.” his hands slid down your sides, gripping your thighs with a brutal firmness. his expression was no longer kind and pliant, the barely-there purple of his orbs changing into a blinding sapphire color.
he tutted at your scrunching face, digging his fingers harder into your skin and dragging you forth against his chest. “no, no, baby. i don’t like that.”
“raf?”
“you’re not gonna fight what you are. you’re a lemurian in heat, just like me… giving in is not a choice.”
before you could respond, he twisted out of you with a squelching, wet pop and shoved you forward onto the sheets. you tumbled onto the mattress, hands and knees catching you as he positioned you around like a puppet. his palm pressed the small of your back, forcing your spine into a beautiful arch, your face pressed into the pillows.
it happened in a blink of an eye, your body going pliant and obeying the desires of the man behind you. you could no longer see him, with your head buried in his cushions, but you could hear the shift of his weight as he knelt behind you, the heat of his body washing over your exposed skin.
shit, he was taking a dominant stance now — the predator inside him most likely no longer pleased by your ‘controlled’ approach to ebb day.
but you had to stay strong. you had to stop him from fulfilling the mating ritual since you were not his beloved. you had to–
“look at you.” he purred, his voice dripping with condescension, blue eyes taking in the sight before him: you, face down, ass up, supple flesh drenched and quivering with arousal. “so fucking wet… and you still have the nerve to tell me to slow down. pathetic.”
his fingers traced down your curved spine, pausing at the swell of your ass. then down to your used hole. with delicate fingers, he touched the gaping rim of the condom still lodged inside you, dragging it slightly out of you. you flinched, back arching even more, hips pushing into his touch unconsciously.
“a condom too… ruining all the fun.” he clicked his tongue, low and mean, but chose to abandon the rubber for now. he decided to reach around to find your clit, his skilled thumb pressing against it with just enough pressure to make you tremble into the sheets.
“you think you’re in charge, hm? you’re nothing but a slutty little whore who needs to be reminded of her place.”
he circled his thumb over your swollen bud, slow and torturous, while his other hand kept you pinned down. you whined, your hips pushing back instinctively, seeking more friction, but he was having none of it: he smacked your ass hard, the sharp slap echoing in the room as it landed on your flesh.
“don’t you dare act on your urges now. you’ll get what i give you, when i give it.” he warned as he increased the pressure on your clit, his movements forming teasing figure eights. you writhed against the sheets, tried to push back and speed him up, but his hand on your spine kept you arched and immobile.
“p–please.” you whined, your voice pitching high, now mirroring the state he was previously in— flushed face, dilated pupils, consumed by the urge to be used. “raf, i need–”
“you need to shut up and take what’s given.” he cut you off, his tone cold and superior. he removed his thumb without warning, and you whimpered in loss, eyes bubbling with tears from his cruelness. “see? that’s what you get for being impatient. now be a good girl and wait.”
wait?
for what?
he reached down, fingers curling around the rim of the condom still inside you. with a slow, torturous pull, he removed it. the sensation of the latex sliding out making you shiver, hole gaping in dissatisfaction. your cunt was practically begging for the rubber to return, for something to be inside it once more.
“greedy pussy.”
he pinched the tip of the condom, dangling it above your stinging flesh, and, with his thumb and index finger, he pressed and dragged out... letting the thick, white semen spill all across your ass. throwing the empty rubber away, he then smeared his cum over your cheeks with a rough, possessive stroke, making sure to dip his fingers over your asshole and the perineum.
the warm, sticky sensation made you cry out, and he laughed again.
“you like that, don’t you? being marked with my cum?” he rubbed the cum lower, into your slit, working it into your wet folds until you were dripping with a mixture of your arousal and his seed. “you were so dumb for putting on the condom.”
and with that vitriolic remark, he positioned himself behind you once more, the mushroom head of his engorged cock prodding at your slutty entrance. he rubbed it up and down, teasing the flesh without pushing in, controlling his urge to breed you for the sake of hearing you beg.
and you began to sob, pleas leaving your bitten lips with ease.
“p–please, raf, just fuck me, i need it so bad, please–”
“aww, look at you now — beg harder.” he purred, his tip still tracing slow circles over your hungry hole.
“please! please, rafayel, i beg you, just put it in, i’ll be good, just fuck me–”
“there it is.” he smirked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “but oh, i’m sorry, baby– i think we’re out of condoms. what a shame.” his tone was condescending, and he rolled his hips just enough to press the head inside.
before pulling back. “i can’t–”
“i don’t care.” you babbled, your mind now a blur of heat and hunger. your previous carefulness was entirely wiped by your animalistic desire to be mounted and taken by rafayel. “j–just do it, fuck me raw! i need your ugh– cock inside me, please, raf–”
“finally.”
without other comments, he thrusted in one sharp, brutal motion. you screamed, but not in pain — the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled without any barrier felt heavenly. his hard cock, littered with scales, plowed into your soaked cunt until his hips smacked against your ass, his balls swaying against your swollen clit.
“yes.” he groaned, his voice now raspy with his own need. “this is where you belong: spread open for me, taking my cock like the cockslut that you are.” he pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, the squelch of your juices and his cum making a loud, obscene sound.
“fuck, you’re so warm, so wet, so fucking good.”
he set a ferocious pace, his hips jutting into you with the starved intensity of an animal in rut. each thrust hit that spot inside you, making your spine curve into him more and more. and you were kept in that deep arch by his strong arms, your voice reduced to a stream of moans and whines as it got drowned out by the pillows.
“ngh– baby, your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” he grunted, his hand snaking forward to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back. “greedy girl, sucking me ah– so hard.”
“tell me you’re mine. tell me this is what you wanted.”
“‘m y’rs.” you gasped, the words tumbling out in stutters as you squeezed around his rugged scales. “gods, yes, fuck me harder, please–”
he released your hair with a satisfied moan and doubled his efforts, his strokes becoming messy and unhinged. he was so deep inside you that you could feel his cock throbbing against your walls, the tip kissing your cervix with every slam. his length seemed to grow inside you, expanding and stretching your sensitive walls in all dimensions.
you were completely affected by ebb day now, your pleasure so strong you could no longer separate where your being ended and his began.
but the night has just begun, and so did rafayel.
you felt it before you saw it: a second pressure, a new sensation against the flesh of your ass. another cock, thicker and more brutal in its proportions, had emerged from the base of his first and sprung upwards, settling directly between the sweaty valley of your cheeks.
it was a monstrous thing, wet with its own pre-cum, rocking against your asshole in tune with his other cock.
“is that– ugh–”
with every slam of his hips into your soaked cunt, this second cock rubbed relentlessly against your tight, untouched asshole. the friction was addicting, a blunt force that glided over the twitching rim of your second hole with every forward push.
you could feel the ridges of it, the scales that dragged across your delicate skin, and it made your eyes roll back from the pleasure.
“you feel that, baby?” he grunted into your ear, his voice a condescending purr. “my other cock, itching to breed that pussy too. you’re so fucking soaked, i am sure it will ngh– slip right in.”
you couldn’t respond. you were beyond speech, your face buried in the sheets, your voice reduced to a high, siren-like whine that filled the room.
the way his second cock humped against your asshole, the way his first cock was still plunging into your cunt — it was a sensory overload that threatened to spill all over. you clenched around him, trying to drag him deeper, and he groaned, leaning over your arched body.
“can’t even fuckin’ answer me.” he snarled, his pace slowing for a moment as he leaned down, lowering his sweaty chest against your back.
his sharp mouth found the juncture of your neck and shoulder, your pulse point, and he opened his jaw wide. his fangs grazed your flesh, a heated, demanding pressure falling over your skin.
he was…
“you want this so badly, don’t you? you want me to claim every hole.”
going to bite. he was going to mark you as his mate.
panic lashed through the fog of your lust. you were not lovers: you had agreed to this arrangement solely to protect his future beloved from the primality of the lemurian heat. so your arm shot up before you could think it over, your forearm wedging itself between his lips and your neck just as his jaws clamped down.
“ah.”
his fangs sink into your flesh with a wet, ripping sound. the pain was sharp and immediate, a burning sensation that made you scream into the pillows. you felt the hot trickle of blood cascade down your arm, and he let out a surprised, muffled groan around your limb.
his cock slid out of you during the chaos, leaving you suddenly empty and weak.
“n–no!” you cried, your voice a shaky mess of pleasure and desperation. “not that! rafayel, we aren’t– we’re not lovers! you can’t mark me like this. you have to save yourself for your chosen one, you know that.”
he froze — he stayed still, his fangs still embedded in your forearm, his breath hot against the wound. then, slowly, he released you. his jaw unclamped, and he licked the blood from his lips with a slow, seductive swipe of his tongue. but his eyes had changed. the lust was still there, but now it was underlaid with something far more dangerous: a cold, rageful possessiveness.
“you dare...” he said, his voice dropping to a level of condescending fury that made you shiver. “you dare tell me who to save myself for? you dare speak of a ‘chosen one’ when you’re the only one who has ever made me feel this?”
before you could respond, he moved with unnatural speed. his hands gripped your hips and with a brutal twist, he flipped you over like you were no more than a rag doll. you landed on your back, the sheets cold and damp against your sweaty skin. he was on top of you in an instant, his legs knocking yours apart as he settled his weight between your thighs.
his first cock pressed against your soaked entrance, and his second one rested heavily against your clit, both of them drenched in bodily fluids.
“you foolish woman.” he snarled, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. his eyes were gleaming blue, his scales catching the light like the facets of a gem. “there is no other chosen one. there is only you. you’re the one i want. you’re the one my body and my soul demands.”
“r–raf?”
“and i will not be denied.”
he thrusted forward, sheathing his bottom cock inside you in one single, devastating move. you were so wet, so inviting; there was no resistance, only a lewd, obscene squelch as your fluids started to froth at the juncture between your bodies.
you whined out a broken approval, and he groaned in triumph above you.
“that’s right.” he confirmed, rolling his hips harder and harder to pick up his previous pace. “your body knows the truth, even if your mouth lies. you’re mine.” he began to pump into you, his strokes sharp and possessive as he, once more, descended closer to your face.
“you can beg all you want for a different fate, but you will never escape this. you will never escape me.”
and with that, he sealed his lips over yours.
your hands clawed at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he pounded you into the mattress. your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper, traitorously consenting to his declaration even as your mind spun with lust. he leaned forward more and more, trapping you under his massive frame, and he kissed you brutally, tangling his long tongue with your and forcing you to taste your own blood.
“say it out loud.” he demanded against your mouth, his pace never faltering, his mouth carefully traversing lower to your pulse point again. “say you’re mine. say it and i will fully take you, my mate.”
“i’m yours!” you wailed, the words torn from your very soul as his fangs scratched your skin in warning. “i’m yours, rafayel! please, just don’t stop, don’t you dare stop–”
a prideful, predatory grin spread across his features. he slowed his pace as his jaw opened once more, trying to time his movements to offer you the most intense pleasure. pulling out almost all the way, his tip snagging onto your hole, he stuck out his tongue to wet your skin as his hand lowered to his cocks… pressing his second length snug to his other and preparing it for penetration.
“ngh– raf– ah–”
as he plunged his fangs into your neck, finally marking you as his mate by drawing blood, he also rutted both cocks into your hungry cunt. the immense quantities of arousal lubed everything, allowing his two dicks to press deep into your without much difficulty.
and his timing was perfect, getting you to orgasm with a perfect o on your lips as he rocked your whole world.
“that’s right.” he purred, moving his head to nuzzle at the bloody bite on your skin, licking the wound with soft strokes of his tongue. “you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine.”
and as he spoke, he picked up his pace once more, the slap of his balls against your skin filling the room, his resolve renewed. you were cushioned beneath him, a trembling mess, a willing partner to desire, and as he watched you fall apart beneath him — your eyes rolling back, your moans a constant chant — he too was pushed over the edge once more.
unlike last time, his thrusts stumbled into a rhythm that was clumsy but deep, as if he refusing to let go of you. unlike last time, you felt a swelling at your entrance, the way his top cock, the one that had been pressing against your clit moments ago, now grew in thickness.
the sensation was overwhelming. your walls were stretched further, and you could feel his cocks throbbing deep inside, ready to spill.
“breed.” he groaned against your neck, lips bloody, voice raspy. “let me fill you. let me breed your sweet cunt.”
and he did.
his top cock began to inflate at the base, the tissue swelling into a something that locked him deep within you. you whimpered in pleasure as the first shiny, pearl-white ovoid passed through his urethra and into your hole —a smooth, rounded glob that stretched you to the fullest before it settled inside you.
then another, and another, and another. each one leaving a trail of warmth as it popped through his cock and deposited itself in deep inside you. his hands stopped flat against your stomach, to keep you from moving away, and he felt the bulge begin to rise.
the eggs were gathering together with his thick cum.
“yes, yes.” he murmured, his tone a mix of wonder and satisfaction, eyes glassy with lust. “so many eggs already. and there’s more for you.”
he kept pumping, each thrust squeezing another round egg into you, and with it came wave upon wave of thick, pearlescent cum that filled every remaining crevice. your tummy bulged more and more, the skin stretching tight until you could feel the weight of his eggs sinking low inside you. you were so full that you couldn’t tell what was cum and what was ovoid; you only knew that he was still pumping, still depositing, still claiming.
“r–rafayel, i w–will ugh– i can’t hold– nngh!”
your protests were swallowed by another orgasm as he rutted his final drops into you, the bottom cock twitching inside you as it added its own thick semen to the swelling pool. your tummy was now a pronounced curve, the skin taut and shiny, and you could feel each individual egg pressing against the walls of your tummy.
“yes.”
finally, he stilled, his body shaking with the last spasms of release. he remained inside you for a long moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged and hot against your sweaty skin. then, with a small whine, he pulled out: first the bottom cock, then the top one, releasing the lock on your pussy. you felt a gush of warm cream follow him, and when you looked down, you saw the mess he had made of you.
your pussy was ruined, swollen, hole gaping as thick, white cum started to drool out in hefty treads, pooling on the sheets beneath you.
he moved down your body, his hands sliding over your blooming skin until they rested on your swollen belly. he pressed gently, and you felt the first egg pop out with an obscene sound. the smooth, pearly ovoid rolled out onto the sheet, shining with your combined juices. then another, and another, each one escaping as he pressed firmer, each one making you whine from overstimulation.
your tummy slowly deflated, but not all the eggs were out yet — you could still feel a few resting high inside, near your cervix.
“shh, i’ve got you.” he said, his voice suddenly soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the brutality from moments ago. he shifted his hand from your belly to your swollen clit, his fingers gliding through the wetness with good intent.
“you’re doing so well, baby. let me help the rest out.”
he began to rub circles around your hyper-sensitive bud, while his other hand pressed firmly on the top part of your pelvis. the overstimulation made you sob out, but his sweet expression (his soft, purple orbs, the blush on his face, the cute smile on his lips) kept you grounded.
“that’s it, sweet girl, let them out. you’re so brave for taking all of that. now just one more– yes, there it is.”
with a particularly deep press of his palm and a swirl of his thumb, the last egg got out with a sultry plop, rolling to join its siblings on the sheet. your body shuddered violently, another spasm of climax racing through you, but he never stopped the gentle ministrations of his hand.
he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your belly, his lips tracing your skin as you orgasm again into his palm.
“such a good girl.” he whispered against your skin, his tone full of adoration and gratitude. “you took everything so perfectly, my partner.” he lifted his head to look into your hazy eyes, and there was nothing but contentment in his gaze. “let’s rest for a bit.”
at last, he removed himself from between your legs, allowing you a moment of respite as he lounged next to you on the bed. cradling your spent form into a delicate side embrace, he guided your head onto his chest, petting your wet hair away from your face.
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synopsis. spending ebb day together as friends... will you still be friends afterwards?
pairing. rafayel qi x lemurian! non-mc! reader
content/mdni. A TON OF FUCKING. fem!reader, lemurian!reader, non-mc!reader, friends!au, friends-with-benefits!au, more level-headed!reader, dom-then-sub!reader, sub-then-dom!rafayel, needy!rafayel and reader, mean!rafayel, mean!reader, possessive!rafayel, slight dumbification, mention of masturbating (m solo), begging (m and f receiving), cunnilingus with MONSTER TONGUE, cow girl sex, doggy style sex, missionary sex, one cock sex, two cock sex, DOUBLE PENETRATION, OVIPOSITION, MONSTER FUCKING MONSTER, TON OF CUM, CUM PLAY, hair pulling, spanking, protected sex, raw sex, multiple rounds, allusions to anal sex, overstimulation, tummy bulge, teasing, praise, degradation, pet names (baby, partner/mate, good/sweet girl, whore, slut, cockslut, all the good stuff lmaoo), kissing!! SCENT KINK, HAND KINK, TON OF SWEAT, TW: BLOOD, marking, mentions of breeding, mentions of mating.
word count. 8.5k
a/n. prepare your panties! please tell me your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
the first time it happened, it was an accident.
just two people hanging out, forgetting the current date. just two people, so absorbed by their newly founded human existence that they sidetracked their origins.
just two lemurians, friends since childhood, who, because of circumstances, were pulled together by raw desire to spend the changing of the currents as one.
the first time it happened, it was an accident. the other instances, however, were deliberate.
•••
you were standing in the fluorescent-lit purgatory of the 24/7 convenience store, a basket hanging from your elbow with an xl pack of condoms already inside.
“what else, what else…”
the air conditioning was too cold, raising goosebumps on your arms, brushing over the sprinkle of scales already adorning your skin. the cool air was combatting the warmth from the outside, but there was a deeper heat slowly coiling low in your belly, pulsing harder and harder, overtaking your very being quietly — a heat that couldn’t be tamed by the artificiality of the cooling device.
you’ve been feeling it for hours. the telltale thrum, the hypersensitivity of your skin, the way your gums ache faintly where your fangs wanted to push through.
ebb day is tomorrow. officially.
you still have a few hours to prepare.
your phone unexpectedly buzzed against your skin, a frantic, continuous tremor that has you fumbling for it. rafayel’s name light up the screen, a silly picture of him trembling together with the vibrations.
you swiped to answer, a teasing remark already on your lips.
“if you’re calling to back out–”
“please.” his voice cut you off, and it sounded wrong. it was not the smooth, sultry baritone he usually wielded like a weapon, articulating witty remarks at your expense. it was breathless, strained, cracking at the edges. “please, come over.”
you froze between aisles, your hand tightening on the phone. “rafayel?”
“i need you.” a low, fractured whine escaped him, and the needy sound went straight to your core, igniting the latent heat into a sudden, roaring blaze. “it’s… it’s early. it’s so early. i thought i had more time but it’s… i need you now.”
you could picture him too clearly.
at his seaside manor, in the vast, luxurious bedroom, with the curtains wide open, welcoming the full moon. rafayel, welcoming you, sprawled on his massive bed, his pale skin flushed and beaded with sweat, his hair a disheveled mess of purple.
you imagined him grasping his phone with a trembling hand, spotted with scales, his pupils blown wide, his lips parted in gasps.
fangs peeking through oh so beautifully.
“i’m at the store.” you said, your voice coming out rougher than you intended, your own state suddenly worsening due to rafayel’s intervention. “i’m getting the things. i’ll be there after checkout–”
“no.” he gasped immediately, and the desperation in his voice was loud, a hook that sunk into your chest and pulled you like a fish out of waters. “too long. ugh– i can’t– please. i can’t wait anymore. i feel like i’m burning up. we have everything here, so...”
“i need you. please, please, just ahhhh– come here.”
the plea was a whisper, broken and sweet, and that did it for you. you’ve always been weak for him. in this human form, in your true one, it didn’t matter; he had you wrapped around his pinky finger since you were children, even if he didn’t always know it.
“raf…”
you wanted to say something stubborn, to remind him that you were buying the very supplies he’ll be grateful for later, but another whimper came through the line, and your resolve crumbled to the ground.
“fine.” you heard yourself say, already turning and abandoning your basket on a shelf, condoms and all. “i’m coming right now. stay on the line.”
he let out a soft, relieved sound, and you could’ve sworn a sloshing noise accompanied his tune. “okay. f–fuck– okay.”
you left the store at a near-jog, the warm night air hitting your flushed cheeks.
the moon was almost up, a perfect, luminous circle in the sky, yet too bright, too full. it made your blood sing, your skin prickling with more and more clusters of scales.
you could still hear rafayel’s breathing on the other end of the line, quick and uneven, punctuated by tiny, swallowed sounds that he’s probably trying to hide.
that, and low, wet sounds — most likely his hand moving lazily up and down his stiff cock.
“tell me how you’re feeling.” you said as you slid into your car, your hand steady on the wheel even as everything inside you was starting to shake.
you have to keep your composure for just a little longer.
you also have to keep rafayel in check and make sure he doesn’t tip over.
“hot.” he breathed into the phone. “everything’s s–shit– too hot. my clothes… i took them off already. i’m just in the sheets. i nghnn– keep thinking about your hands.” his voice dropped, becoming that familiar, teasing cadence even through the haze of the heat.
“you have such nice hands. so soft– ngh– i keep thinking about them on ahh– me. groping me, pinning me down. do you think you can do that?”
your fingers tightened on the steering wheel, your knuckles whitening at his request. “rafayel.”
“i want you to.” he continued, his voice a low, needy murmur. the sticky sounds raised in intensity, no longer just background noise. “i need you so bad. i need you on top of me, baby.”
you pushed the accelerator harder, running a stop sign you didn’t even register. the streets blurred under your hazy vision, the city lights smearing into streaks of color. the heat inside you was building up with every word of his, with every little gasp and hitch of his breath.
rafayel was doing a phenomenal job at riling you up.
“what are you thinking about?” he asked all of a sudden, his voice a silken thread that woke you up. “are you thinking about me?”
“yes.” you admitted bluntly, the word torn from you without much effort.
“nhgh… t–tell me, baby.”
“the way you look when you’re between my thighs.” your voice was steady, booming from the speakers of his phone, but your hands were shuddering now. fingernails threatening to elongate into monstrously sharp claws. “the way you eat me out so good.”
he groaned, a breathless, shattered sound, and his hand sped up. the wetness staining his cock was palpable, the sound harsh yet delicate. “f–fuck yeah, i wanna taste your cunt so bad.”
a pause, then his voice murmured a confession once more. “i need to bury my face in you. i need to smell you. ahhhh– bet you’re drenched already, can almost s–sniff it from here.”
he was right. since the beginning of your conversation, the flimsy material of your panties was nothing but sticky. each and every request of his, delving into his nastiest wishes, generated more gooey arousal, effectively coating your panties in a generous amount of slick.
it also did not help that you were a lemurian, normally producing more slick than a mere human.
thankfully, you were pulling through the gates of his estate, the tires of your car crunching on the gravel driveway. you didn’t even bother parking properly — just killed the engine and eft the car where it stopped.
“i’m here.” you said into the phone, your legs carrying you up the front steps without waiting for another invite.
you swung the door open without a second thought.
rafayel was standing at the end of the hallway, and the sight of him made your clit throb.
he was fully naked, his skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, his hair plastered to his temples. his chest was heaving, his pupils so dilated that his irises were reduced to thin rings of purple. but it was the scales that caught your attention — a scattering of iridescent, pearl-white scales along his cheekbones, down his neck, across his shoulders.
painting his skin, lower and lower.
going beyond the base of his aching cock.
the scales shimmered in the moonlight, catching the light like tiny mirrors.
“baby!” his eyes found yours, and he smiled — a beautiful, unhinged grin, all sharp teeth and raw need. “you came.” he breathed, relieved, taking wobbly steps towards you.
he was deeply affected by the rising full moon, hands jumping away from his sides and searching for support onto the walls.
you were soon to be deeply affected as well as your nostrils inhaled the pheromones dominating the entire mansion: the smell was terrifically strong, a pungent odor that lulled you towards primal desires. you almost stumbled backward from the powerful aroma, palm shooting up and covering the bottom half of your face in an attempt to protect your senses.
“f–fuck, the smell…”
you needed to remain levelheaded.
you needed to remain the rational one, since rafayel was clearly indulging fully in the effects of the moon.
but it was hard. you could already feel your fans poking through your gums, could already sense the tremble in your body as rafayel caught up to you.
your entire being was calling for him, just like his own called for you.
his quivering hands clawed at your dress, pulling you fully inside, the door slamming shut behind you two and effectively trapping you in his den. taking advantage of the defensive stance you took, he manhandled you against the closest wall, caging you perfectly, his body a line of burning heat against yours.
“ah, ah, ah, you…” his face instantly found your neck, burying itself in the seductive dip between your throat and shoulder. and, with a loud whiff, rafayel inhaled your own tumbling pheromones. “ahhh– smell so fucking good.”
he did not stop at that, nuzzling further into your skin, dragging the tip of his nose up towards your pulse point, punctuating the spot right behind your ear. with that, he managed to caress a patch of sensitive scales, eliciting a moan out of your hidden lips, forcing your palm to abandon its post to tangle in his messy locks.
“baby, please, pull ugh– my hair, please.” he started to beg as he felt your fingers latch onto the roots of his hair, body curving into yours more and more.
his legs snuck their way between your own, parting your thighs and allowing his knee to dip into the material of your dress and make contact with your clothed pussy. his arms flew away too, finally taking hold of your torso and putting you into a needy embrace.
“raf, i–”
your voice echoed in his ears, blessing him with the delicious shudder of your tone. but something was wrong, he slowly realized between his hazy thoughts — you have yet to make your move, you have yet to show the same neediness he has been carrying for hours.
“i–is something wrong? no, please, baby…”
he removed his face from your neck, abandoning his mission to devour your scent gland in favor of discovering what was holding you back. a strong feeling of anxiety shook his entire body, and memories of abandonment flashed between his obscene fantasies.
changing the atmosphere entirely.
“go on, raf, it’s okay–”
“n–no.”
you couldn’t resist him, especially not now.
he decided to perch his head on your chest, entire body slouched over your own, and look up at you with his lust-filled orbits. the pout on his lips was dangerous, accessorized by his long and sharp fangs. his legs were now practically glued to yours… and you could feel his heavy cock pressing against your thigh.
“do you not want me, baby?”
oh, he was gonna be the death of you.
“raf, someone h–ngh–as to be rational, i can’t give into pleas–”
“we will be careful, like always…” he cut you off enthusiastically, tightening his hold on your midriff to block any kind of escape. worse, he dipped his face lower into your chest, pressing right against your exposed sternum… and sticking his tongue out to taste your sweaty skin.
“rafayel.” you warned through gritted teeth, gripping the base of his scalp and pulling his head back. but he was ready for such an action, simply letting out more length of his monstrous tongue and continuing his perverse ministration across the peaks of your breasts.
“i k–know what will help!” he chirped between licks, and the sensation of his rough, elongated tongue tracing the delicate flesh of your chest made your resolve shake.
you tried to hold firm, to remember the reasons why someone needed to stay level-headed, but he was a master of persuasion: his hands, which had been so needy and clammy, slid down your hips with a slow, teasing pace. and he stopped when he reached the fabric of your short skirt, fingers twitching at the hem.
“just a taste.” he whispered, long tongue retracting from your skin to wet his lips. “i ugh– to taste your pussy, baby. please.”
his voice was a raspy, desperate plea, and the sight of his body — the way he pressed himself against you, precum wetting the ends of your dress — broke something in you. you were supposed to be the rational one, but the pheromones were a thick haze in your lungs, intoxicating your very being.
your own body betrayed you, the ache between your thighs becoming a pulsing, insistent throb. your firm grip on his hair lessened, hand guiding his head unconsciously down your body, moving him in line with your center.
“ah– j–just a bit...” you breathed, your voice shaking now. “but then we m–”
move to the bedroom — he didn’t let you finish.
a submissive, relieved groan escaped him, and he was already sliding down your body. his bare knees hit the floor with a sharp thud, but he didn’t flinch. you tried to steady yourself, but rafayel had other plans — hiking your right leg up his shoulder, spreading you wide open for him. and you were taken by surprise, fingers curling and pushing his head around from the sudden movement.
“f–fuck yeah.”
he let out a sharp, encouraging moan against your exposed thigh, and you felt his lips press a wet kiss on the newly exposed patch of skin of your knee.
his hands shoot up, scattering the hem of your dress. he pushed the material up around your waist, silently prompting you to hold it down and away from him. the cool air of the hallway licked at your exposed thighs, prickling at your scale-scattered skin.
his gaze dropped, and he stared at the sight before him, cock twitching between his bent legs. the wet spot on your panties was dark and obscene, the cotton perfectly clinging to the shape of your pussy. you were absolutely soaked through, arousal escaping the comfort of your underwear in order to stain your inner thighs.
the rims around his blown-out pupils turned a bright blue, and a devouring hunger flashed across his features.
“oh, my baby.” he breathed, the words almost a whimper. “you’re s–so wet for me. i bet it h–hurts so much.”
he didn’t wait for an actual answer as he leaned forward to thoroughly inspect you. his nose pressed into the damp fabric, and he inhaled deeply, a tremble running through his body as he feasted on your scent. he nuzzled against the soaked cotton, his sharp fangs grazing your sensitive flesh through the thin barrier, and your knees nearly buckled.
your hand forced his head deeper instead of pulling it away, a silent surrender to the powers of the moon.
he took the signal with a groan of satisfaction. his tongue snaked out, long and monstrous, and he dragged the wide, flat of it across the dark spot. he licked slowly, savoring you through the fabric, his eyes rolling back from the aroma.
“you ahh– s’ good.” he mumbled against the fabric, his voice muffled by the fabric and his groans.
but he needed more than just soaked panties. so, with a swipe of his tongue, he wrapped the length twice around the gusset of your panties, tugging the material downwards. you felt the wet cotton drag along your sensitive flesh as it was removed, exposing your cunt entirely to his burning gaze.
“r–raf, please.”
he saw everything: your wet, swollen flesh glistened in the dim light, your clit engorged and peeking out from its hood. a fresh glob of your arousal slid down your inner thigh, and his adam’s apple bobbed at the bodily reaction.
“babyyy…” his breathing hitched, and he slowed down, his entire being focused on the sight and scent of you. “look at you.” he muttered, his voice heavy by lust. “so beautiful, so mesmerizing.”
and before you could form a response, he dived in. his lips glued onto you, and his tongue — still a long, monstruous muscle — latched onto your entire cunt. he licked a wide, flat stroke from your oozing entrance to your pulsing clit, and the feeling of his wet mouth against your slick flesh made you whine.
he did it again, and again, building a rhythm that was ruining you from the inside out. he was starved, licking and sucking and slurping you like an intoxicated man who knew no other flavour.
“rafayel, r–fa–yel!”
you threw your head back, the wall cold against your skull, as you fought for composure. but it was a losing battle: his mouth was too skilled, too curious to discover your pussy. he found every sensitive nerve with the tip of his tongue, swirling around your clit until you were seeing stars, then dropping down to probe at your entrance.
licking up the streams of your juices like they were the only source of water in the world.
you made the mistake of looking down at him. he was on his knees before you, his body trembling with the effort of restraint and desire. his eyes were heavy-lidded, focused solely on his task, and his gills —delicate, slit-like openings on his neck — fluttered slightly as he breathed through them, allowing him to remain glued to you without a pause for air.
he was relentless, dedicated.
he needed you to tip over into your animalistic side.
“i– oh, fuck–”
your voice cracked and morphed into a high, unhinged moan as he circled his tongue around your clit, wrapping it tightly with its length while he sucked the bundle of nerves with his lips. the tip of his tongue dipped lower treacherously, pushing against your greedy hole and effectively overflowing your mushy brain with pleasure.
your hips jerked forward of their own accord, and you felt your fingers drag through his hair, pulling him even tighter against you, demanding more even as you were overwhelmed.
“hmhmm– ngh–” he moaned into you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your pelvis.
his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs spreading your lips wider, giving him unrestricted access to every inch of your center. he worked on you with a desperate, submissive fervor, eating you out as if his existence depended on your pleasure.
and it was working. the feeling built and built in your tummy, a coil of heat tightened and tightened with every flick of his tongue.
“al’st.” he gasped, pulling away just enough to see the defeat in your eyes. his lips and chin were shining with your wetness, his sharp teeth shimmering as he smiled at you. “cum in my mouth, please.”
your resolve had shattered the moment his mouth had made contact. so you just nodded frantically, a sobbing whine escaping your lips, and he leaped at the signal. his mouth descended again with renewed vigor, long tongue focusing on your engorged bud. he sucked hard, creating a devastating pressure, while he simultaneously probed the back of his tongue against your entrance, massaging the contracting muscles.
“ah, i’m–”
you came with a cry that echoed down the empty hallway, your body arching off the wall as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through you. your hand forced his face deeper into you, and he drank everything, his moans of ecstasy vibrating against your sensitive flesh as he swallowed your release.
and he didn’t stop. he kept licking, easing you through the shaking aftermath, his eyes locked on your trembling form with a satisfied, devouring gleam.
“ah, a–ah, ah.”
when you finally opened your eyes, you had a good look at his needy, disheveled face, still resting between your thighs. his lips and chin were slick with you, his long tongue still lazily licking at your flesh as if he couldn’t bear to lose the taste. his gills fluttered rapidly, and he smiled up at you — temporary satiated by your pussy.
… or so you thought.
“g–go again?” he pleaded, his voice high-pitched and weak. “please, please, please, ple–”
and you knew why he was begging so arduously: gazing downwards at the floor, you soon realized that he also spilled his release, most likely pushed over the edge by your own orgasm. the floorboards were covered in a thick layer of cum, white and sticky substance staining his thigh and your own resting foot.
“please, baby, one more time– i love your pussy, i–”
you were still trembling from your own climax, chest heaving, gills fluttering on the sides of your neck. but something in his desperate, submissive tone made you sit up straighter, an ounce of rationality still guiding you. yeah, you felt the wetness between your thighs, the echo of his tongue still a pulsing memory, but you knew that you were far from satiated.
the moon’s pull was still in your bones, and his pheromones were a thick haze in the air.
you reached down, took a handful of his wet hair, and pulled his face away from your cunt. the slick was thick, mixed with his saliva, and it created a strong, sticky bridge between his lips and your nether ones.
“m–move…” you commanded, your voice coming out fragmented, tainted by your orgasm and the heat. “bedroom, now.”
his eyes flashed with relief, and he nodded so quickly that his locks flipped against his temples. “yes– yes, baby, anything.” with obedient, trembling hands, he pushed himself up from his knees, his muscular thighs quivering as he rose. he was still weeping, his cock stiff and red, the tip glistening with his own release.
but he made no move to wipe it away, fixated on obtaining you.
before you could step forward, he enveloped you in his arms, both hands sliding under your knees and lifting you as if you were made of feathers. your legs latched around his hips on instinct, your dress riding up to your waist, your naked slick pussy pressing against his abs. he took off with long, hurried steps, his legs no longer staggering.
“c’mere.”
his mouth was on yours before you could process his words.
“so ngh– good t’ me.” he mumbled against your lips, his tongue sharing your aroma. “so beautiful, so perfect– i’m ugh– not deserving.” he kissed you with a wide, open mouth, his sharp fangs grazing your lower lip as he pushed your dress higher with each push.
his words were a stream of subservient praises — celebrating your benevolence in assisting him with his heat — as he carried you through the living room and into the wide, disheveled bedroom. and his mouth never stopped; he fully slurped at your lips, devouring your mouth with the same fervor he ate your pussy.
he loved to caress your fangs with his tongue, grunting between lick as you were finally showing signs of turning.
“ah, ah…”
when he reached the giant bed, he turned and sat down on it, his back leaning against the headboard with a soft thud. he kept you on his lap, your knees straddling his hips, your soaked cunt hovering just above his twitching, dripping cock. his hands were instantly on your body tugging away at the dress, removing it from your body and letting your scale-splotched skin to bask in the full moon.
his sharp digits took a hold of your full hips, nails digging into the soft flesh as he tried to lower your body onto his.
“please, baby.” he breathed, his hips rolling upwards on instinct, his bare cock sliding against your wet slit. “i need to feel you around me– please, i fuck–”
you reached around, your hand finding the nightstand and its drawer, your fingers closing around a square packet. as you were retrieving it, his hands worked all over you, groping your waist, your tits, your thighs with a restless, ravenous need. his cock was jumping against your thigh with each squish of your body, impatient to ease into you.
“let m–me help.” he whispered as he saw you struggle. but you shook your head, at last ripping the packet open with your fangs.
the image made him groan — he loved when you used those fangs.
he wished you’d use them on him.
as you rolled the condom down his length with steady hand, your palm gliding over the latex as you smoothed it down the veiny cock, he gasped, his head throwing back against the headboard, his hips pushing up into your fist.
“fuck– baby, your hand, it’s ngh– so good, i’m gonna–” his words devolved into a strangled moan as you gave him a last, twisting stroke at the base, and he had to clench his jaw to keep from cumming right then.
his gills fluttered rapidly, and his hands clawed at the sheets, his white-knuckled grip the only thing keeping him grounded.
you left him hanging on the edge for a sweet moment, your eyes locked on his trembling stomach and the way his scales shimmered harder. then, with a slow movement, you raised yourself up on your knees, aligned the tip of his cock with your soaked entrance, and slowly began to sink down.
the sensation was electric. his length slid inside you in a smooth, velvety thrust, the latex making it easy but no less intense. you felt him stretch you, push past your greedy muscles that spasmed around him, and you gasped at the fullness. he moaned your name, vibrating against your chest as he pressed his forehead into your shoulder.
“so fucking tight– so wet–.”
“ah, raf, that’s mhm–”
you took a moment to adjust, to feel him settle deep inside you, to take in the way his tip was kissing your cervix. then you began to move — slow rolls of your hips, lifting and sinking, pulling him out until only the tip remained, then sliding back down to the hilt. your clit slapped deliciously against his muscles, and so did his heavy balls against your behind.
his hands flew to your hips again, guiding you, but he never tried to take control; he merely held you, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin of your hips with reverence.
“yes, that’s ngh– it, use me.” he implored, his voice breaking into high whinse as you picked up the pace. you rolled your hips in a figure eight, harshly grinding against him at the bottom, and his lips parted on a silent scream. “oh, oh fuck, right there, please, baby–”
you leaned forward, lips bitten, your palms braced against his chest, and you rode him with a ferocious need. every stroke was accompanied by his gasps, the sharp, slutty breaths strung together with your own traitorous ones into a rhythmic chant.
“so good, so good, i’m– please, please, let me cum inside, i beg you–”
his words were slurred, mind so thick with lust he forgot he had a condom on. but he was attentive to you, never taking his eyes off your bouncing body. when you sped up, your thighs burning with the effort, your clit brushing against his pubic bone with every downward thrust, his head lolled to the side in pleasure.
the sensation was heaven for you too: the way his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, vein pulsing just the right way against your walls, the way his hands trembled as they held you, the way his moans sounded like prayers…
“cum for me.” you allowed, your voice raspy and commanding, and that was all he needed.
with a broken whine, he threw his head back, his spine arching off the headboard as he spilled into the condom, his hips jerking up into you with ragged, uncontrollable spasms. his mouth opened in a silent shout and his hands clawed so hard into your hips you knew they would leave bruises.
the sight of him cumming, his face stretched in ecstasy, pushed you over the edge. you rode him through it all, your second climax building and building until it broke. your inner muscles clenching around him as you shuddered through your release.
he whimpered into the air like a mantra: “thank you, thank you, thank you–”.
after a few more seconds, you finally slowed down. with your gills working overtime, your body washed in sparkling sweat, you remained motionless, straddled over him. his aching cock was still inside you, spent once more that night.
but ebb day had just commenced, and a mere fuck was not the solution.
you were still trembling, his overstimulated cock still twitching inside you, when he shifted his hips upwards — a lazy, circular rock which sent a sharp spark through your oversensitive flesh. you whimpered, a needy tune that you hadn’t intended to let out; the sudden trust took you by surprise, hitting your walls in a way that made your whole being shiver.
he did it again, this time with a sharper thrust, his strong hands pushing you down into his cock, and your palms flattened against his chest in a vain attempt to put some distance between the two of you.
“raf– wait, slow d–ah–own a bit.” you gasped, your voice cracking, the overstimulation short circuiting your brain. “i need a second–”
his laugh was low and mean, a strong contrast to the high-pitched moans he freely let out a few minutes ago.
“slow down? why? you’re still aching for more.” his hands slid down your sides, gripping your thighs with a brutal firmness. his expression was no longer kind and pliant, the barely-there purple of his orbs changing into a blinding sapphire color.
he tutted at your scrunching face, digging his fingers harder into your skin and dragging you forth against his chest. “no, no, baby. i don’t like that.”
“raf?”
“you’re not gonna fight what you are. you’re a lemurian in heat, just like me… giving in is not a choice.”
before you could respond, he twisted out of you with a squelching, wet pop and shoved you forward onto the sheets. you tumbled onto the mattress, hands and knees catching you as he positioned you around like a puppet. his palm pressed the small of your back, forcing your spine into a beautiful arch, your face pressed into the pillows.
it happened in a blink of an eye, your body going pliant and obeying the desires of the man behind you. you could no longer see him, with your head buried in his cushions, but you could hear the shift of his weight as he knelt behind you, the heat of his body washing over your exposed skin.
shit, he was taking a dominant stance now — the predator inside him most likely no longer pleased by your ‘controlled’ approach to ebb day.
but you had to stay strong. you had to stop him from fulfilling the mating ritual since you were not his beloved. you had to–
“look at you.” he purred, his voice dripping with condescension, blue eyes taking in the sight before him: you, face down, ass up, supple flesh drenched and quivering with arousal. “so fucking wet… and you still have the nerve to tell me to slow down. pathetic.”
his fingers traced down your curved spine, pausing at the swell of your ass. then down to your used hole. with delicate fingers, he touched the gaping rim of the condom still lodged inside you, dragging it slightly out of you. you flinched, back arching even more, hips pushing into his touch unconsciously.
“a condom too… ruining all the fun.” he clicked his tongue, low and mean, but chose to abandon the rubber for now. he decided to reach around to find your clit, his skilled thumb pressing against it with just enough pressure to make you tremble into the sheets.
“you think you’re in charge, hm? you’re nothing but a slutty little whore who needs to be reminded of her place.”
he circled his thumb over your swollen bud, slow and torturous, while his other hand kept you pinned down. you whined, your hips pushing back instinctively, seeking more friction, but he was having none of it: he smacked your ass hard, the sharp slap echoing in the room as it landed on your flesh.
“don’t you dare act on your urges now. you’ll get what i give you, when i give it.” he warned as he increased the pressure on your clit, his movements forming teasing figure eights. you writhed against the sheets, tried to push back and speed him up, but his hand on your spine kept you arched and immobile.
“p–please.” you whined, your voice pitching high, now mirroring the state he was previously in— flushed face, dilated pupils, consumed by the urge to be used. “raf, i need–”
“you need to shut up and take what’s given.” he cut you off, his tone cold and superior. he removed his thumb without warning, and you whimpered in loss, eyes bubbling with tears from his cruelness. “see? that’s what you get for being impatient. now be a good girl and wait.”
wait?
for what?
he reached down, fingers curling around the rim of the condom still inside you. with a slow, torturous pull, he removed it. the sensation of the latex sliding out making you shiver, hole gaping in dissatisfaction. your cunt was practically begging for the rubber to return, for something to be inside it once more.
“greedy pussy.”
he pinched the tip of the condom, dangling it above your stinging flesh, and, with his thumb and index finger, he pressed and dragged out... letting the thick, white semen spill all across your ass. throwing the empty rubber away, he then smeared his cum over your cheeks with a rough, possessive stroke, making sure to dip his fingers over your asshole and the perineum.
the warm, sticky sensation made you cry out, and he laughed again.
“you like that, don’t you? being marked with my cum?” he rubbed the cum lower, into your slit, working it into your wet folds until you were dripping with a mixture of your arousal and his seed. “you were so dumb for putting on the condom.”
and with that vitriolic remark, he positioned himself behind you once more, the mushroom head of his engorged cock prodding at your slutty entrance. he rubbed it up and down, teasing the flesh without pushing in, controlling his urge to breed you for the sake of hearing you beg.
and you began to sob, pleas leaving your bitten lips with ease.
“p–please, raf, just fuck me, i need it so bad, please–”
“aww, look at you now — beg harder.” he purred, his tip still tracing slow circles over your hungry hole.
“please! please, rafayel, i beg you, just put it in, i’ll be good, just fuck me–”
“there it is.” he smirked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “but oh, i’m sorry, baby– i think we’re out of condoms. what a shame.” his tone was condescending, and he rolled his hips just enough to press the head inside.
before pulling back. “i can’t–”
“i don’t care.” you babbled, your mind now a blur of heat and hunger. your previous carefulness was entirely wiped by your animalistic desire to be mounted and taken by rafayel. “j–just do it, fuck me raw! i need your ugh– cock inside me, please, raf–”
“finally.”
without other comments, he thrusted in one sharp, brutal motion. you screamed, but not in pain — the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled without any barrier felt heavenly. his hard cock, littered with scales, plowed into your soaked cunt until his hips smacked against your ass, his balls swaying against your swollen clit.
“yes.” he groaned, his voice now raspy with his own need. “this is where you belong: spread open for me, taking my cock like the cockslut that you are.” he pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, the squelch of your juices and his cum making a loud, obscene sound.
“fuck, you’re so warm, so wet, so fucking good.”
he set a ferocious pace, his hips jutting into you with the starved intensity of an animal in rut. each thrust hit that spot inside you, making your spine curve into him more and more. and you were kept in that deep arch by his strong arms, your voice reduced to a stream of moans and whines as it got drowned out by the pillows.
“ngh– baby, your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” he grunted, his hand snaking forward to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back. “greedy girl, sucking me ah– so hard.”
“tell me you’re mine. tell me this is what you wanted.”
“‘m y’rs.” you gasped, the words tumbling out in stutters as you squeezed around his rugged scales. “gods, yes, fuck me harder, please–”
he released your hair with a satisfied moan and doubled his efforts, his strokes becoming messy and unhinged. he was so deep inside you that you could feel his cock throbbing against your walls, the tip kissing your cervix with every slam. his length seemed to grow inside you, expanding and stretching your sensitive walls in all dimensions.
you were completely affected by ebb day now, your pleasure so strong you could no longer separate where your being ended and his began.
but the night has just begun, and so did rafayel.
you felt it before you saw it: a second pressure, a new sensation against the flesh of your ass. another cock, thicker and more brutal in its proportions, had emerged from the base of his first and sprung upwards, settling directly between the sweaty valley of your cheeks.
it was a monstrous thing, wet with its own pre-cum, rocking against your asshole in tune with his other cock.
“is that– ugh–”
with every slam of his hips into your soaked cunt, this second cock rubbed relentlessly against your tight, untouched asshole. the friction was addicting, a blunt force that glided over the twitching rim of your second hole with every forward push.
you could feel the ridges of it, the scales that dragged across your delicate skin, and it made your eyes roll back from the pleasure.
“you feel that, baby?” he grunted into your ear, his voice a condescending purr. “my other cock, itching to breed that pussy too. you’re so fucking soaked, i am sure it will ngh– slip right in.”
you couldn’t respond. you were beyond speech, your face buried in the sheets, your voice reduced to a high, siren-like whine that filled the room.
the way his second cock humped against your asshole, the way his first cock was still plunging into your cunt — it was a sensory overload that threatened to spill all over. you clenched around him, trying to drag him deeper, and he groaned, leaning over your arched body.
“can’t even fuckin’ answer me.” he snarled, his pace slowing for a moment as he leaned down, lowering his sweaty chest against your back.
his sharp mouth found the juncture of your neck and shoulder, your pulse point, and he opened his jaw wide. his fangs grazed your flesh, a heated, demanding pressure falling over your skin.
he was…
“you want this so badly, don’t you? you want me to claim every hole.”
going to bite. he was going to mark you as his mate.
panic lashed through the fog of your lust. you were not lovers: you had agreed to this arrangement solely to protect his future beloved from the primality of the lemurian heat. so your arm shot up before you could think it over, your forearm wedging itself between his lips and your neck just as his jaws clamped down.
“ah.”
his fangs sink into your flesh with a wet, ripping sound. the pain was sharp and immediate, a burning sensation that made you scream into the pillows. you felt the hot trickle of blood cascade down your arm, and he let out a surprised, muffled groan around your limb.
his cock slid out of you during the chaos, leaving you suddenly empty and weak.
“n–no!” you cried, your voice a shaky mess of pleasure and desperation. “not that! rafayel, we aren’t– we’re not lovers! you can’t mark me like this. you have to save yourself for your chosen one, you know that.”
he froze — he stayed still, his fangs still embedded in your forearm, his breath hot against the wound. then, slowly, he released you. his jaw unclamped, and he licked the blood from his lips with a slow, seductive swipe of his tongue. but his eyes had changed. the lust was still there, but now it was underlaid with something far more dangerous: a cold, rageful possessiveness.
“you dare...” he said, his voice dropping to a level of condescending fury that made you shiver. “you dare tell me who to save myself for? you dare speak of a ‘chosen one’ when you’re the only one who has ever made me feel this?”
before you could respond, he moved with unnatural speed. his hands gripped your hips and with a brutal twist, he flipped you over like you were no more than a rag doll. you landed on your back, the sheets cold and damp against your sweaty skin. he was on top of you in an instant, his legs knocking yours apart as he settled his weight between your thighs.
his first cock pressed against your soaked entrance, and his second one rested heavily against your clit, both of them drenched in bodily fluids.
“you foolish woman.” he snarled, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. his eyes were gleaming blue, his scales catching the light like the facets of a gem. “there is no other chosen one. there is only you. you’re the one i want. you’re the one my body and my soul demands.”
“r–raf?”
“and i will not be denied.”
he thrusted forward, sheathing his bottom cock inside you in one single, devastating move. you were so wet, so inviting; there was no resistance, only a lewd, obscene squelch as your fluids started to froth at the juncture between your bodies.
you whined out a broken approval, and he groaned in triumph above you.
“that’s right.” he confirmed, rolling his hips harder and harder to pick up his previous pace. “your body knows the truth, even if your mouth lies. you’re mine.” he began to pump into you, his strokes sharp and possessive as he, once more, descended closer to your face.
“you can beg all you want for a different fate, but you will never escape this. you will never escape me.”
and with that, he sealed his lips over yours.
your hands clawed at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he pounded you into the mattress. your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper, traitorously consenting to his declaration even as your mind spun with lust. he leaned forward more and more, trapping you under his massive frame, and he kissed you brutally, tangling his long tongue with your and forcing you to taste your own blood.
“say it out loud.” he demanded against your mouth, his pace never faltering, his mouth carefully traversing lower to your pulse point again. “say you’re mine. say it and i will fully take you, my mate.”
“i’m yours!” you wailed, the words torn from your very soul as his fangs scratched your skin in warning. “i’m yours, rafayel! please, just don’t stop, don’t you dare stop–”
a prideful, predatory grin spread across his features. he slowed his pace as his jaw opened once more, trying to time his movements to offer you the most intense pleasure. pulling out almost all the way, his tip snagging onto your hole, he stuck out his tongue to wet your skin as his hand lowered to his cocks… pressing his second length snug to his other and preparing it for penetration.
“ngh– raf– ah–”
as he plunged his fangs into your neck, finally marking you as his mate by drawing blood, he also rutted both cocks into your hungry cunt. the immense quantities of arousal lubed everything, allowing his two dicks to press deep into your without much difficulty.
and his timing was perfect, getting you to orgasm with a perfect o on your lips as he rocked your whole world.
“that’s right.” he purred, moving his head to nuzzle at the bloody bite on your skin, licking the wound with soft strokes of his tongue. “you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine.”
and as he spoke, he picked up his pace once more, the slap of his balls against your skin filling the room, his resolve renewed. you were cushioned beneath him, a trembling mess, a willing partner to desire, and as he watched you fall apart beneath him — your eyes rolling back, your moans a constant chant — he too was pushed over the edge once more.
unlike last time, his thrusts stumbled into a rhythm that was clumsy but deep, as if he refusing to let go of you. unlike last time, you felt a swelling at your entrance, the way his top cock, the one that had been pressing against your clit moments ago, now grew in thickness.
the sensation was overwhelming. your walls were stretched further, and you could feel his cocks throbbing deep inside, ready to spill.
“breed.” he groaned against your neck, lips bloody, voice raspy. “let me fill you. let me breed your sweet cunt.”
and he did.
his top cock began to inflate at the base, the tissue swelling into a something that locked him deep within you. you whimpered in pleasure as the first shiny, pearl-white ovoid passed through his urethra and into your hole —a smooth, rounded glob that stretched you to the fullest before it settled inside you.
then another, and another, and another. each one leaving a trail of warmth as it popped through his cock and deposited itself in deep inside you. his hands stopped flat against your stomach, to keep you from moving away, and he felt the bulge begin to rise.
the eggs were gathering together with his thick cum.
“yes, yes.” he murmured, his tone a mix of wonder and satisfaction, eyes glassy with lust. “so many eggs already. and there’s more for you.”
he kept pumping, each thrust squeezing another round egg into you, and with it came wave upon wave of thick, pearlescent cum that filled every remaining crevice. your tummy bulged more and more, the skin stretching tight until you could feel the weight of his eggs sinking low inside you. you were so full that you couldn’t tell what was cum and what was ovoid; you only knew that he was still pumping, still depositing, still claiming.
“r–rafayel, i w–will ugh– i can’t hold– nngh!”
your protests were swallowed by another orgasm as he rutted his final drops into you, the bottom cock twitching inside you as it added its own thick semen to the swelling pool. your tummy was now a pronounced curve, the skin taut and shiny, and you could feel each individual egg pressing against the walls of your tummy.
“yes.”
finally, he stilled, his body shaking with the last spasms of release. he remained inside you for a long moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged and hot against your sweaty skin. then, with a small whine, he pulled out: first the bottom cock, then the top one, releasing the lock on your pussy. you felt a gush of warm cream follow him, and when you looked down, you saw the mess he had made of you.
your pussy was ruined, swollen, hole gaping as thick, white cum started to drool out in hefty treads, pooling on the sheets beneath you.
he moved down your body, his hands sliding over your blooming skin until they rested on your swollen belly. he pressed gently, and you felt the first egg pop out with an obscene sound. the smooth, pearly ovoid rolled out onto the sheet, shining with your combined juices. then another, and another, each one escaping as he pressed firmer, each one making you whine from overstimulation.
your tummy slowly deflated, but not all the eggs were out yet — you could still feel a few resting high inside, near your cervix.
“shh, i’ve got you.” he said, his voice suddenly soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the brutality from moments ago. he shifted his hand from your belly to your swollen clit, his fingers gliding through the wetness with good intent.
“you’re doing so well, baby. let me help the rest out.”
he began to rub circles around your hyper-sensitive bud, while his other hand pressed firmly on the top part of your pelvis. the overstimulation made you sob out, but his sweet expression (his soft, purple orbs, the blush on his face, the cute smile on his lips) kept you grounded.
“that’s it, sweet girl, let them out. you’re so brave for taking all of that. now just one more– yes, there it is.”
with a particularly deep press of his palm and a swirl of his thumb, the last egg got out with a sultry plop, rolling to join its siblings on the sheet. your body shuddered violently, another spasm of climax racing through you, but he never stopped the gentle ministrations of his hand.
he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your belly, his lips tracing your skin as you orgasm again into his palm.
“such a good girl.” he whispered against your skin, his tone full of adoration and gratitude. “you took everything so perfectly, my partner.” he lifted his head to look into your hazy eyes, and there was nothing but contentment in his gaze. “let’s rest for a bit.”
at last, he removed himself from between your legs, allowing you a moment of respite as he lounged next to you on the bed. cradling your spent form into a delicate side embrace, he guided your head onto his chest, petting your wet hair away from your face.
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NERD!ZAYNE TEACHING THE GUYS HOW TO MAKE YOU CUM, SQUIRT AND OTHER TRICKS. Part 3.
Guess who's free from the mature label? 🥳🙌🏻
Part 1 Part 2
The walk back to your apartment felt surreal, it felt like stepping out of a fever dream into something cold and sad. Zayne's dorm room had been suffocating before you left. Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier, even Sylus fought over who'd take you home. Zayne stayed by the window, quiet, but his eyes followed every move you made. You turned them all down. Heart hammering, you scrambled out the door before anyone could stop you, desperate for air, for space, for anything that wasn't his room.
How were you supposed to look at them now?
The images wouldn't stop. You had seen them hard and visibly leaking through their clothes just from watching you. The memory of Xavier’s dark eyes right before he buried his face between your thighs made your stomach flip. And Zayne—God, his voice. That calm cracking into something that ordered you to let go. It wouldn't leave you alone.
Now, sitting in the university library three days later, you couldn't focus on a single line of text in front of you. You were supposed to be studying, but the quiet just made the noise in your head louder. Close your eyes for even a second and you felt it again, four fingers buried inside you, stretching you past what you thought you could take, your pussy clenching around them in little aftershocks. The warmth of Zayne’s cum soaking through his trousers against your bare ass.
The library's silence felt exactly like the silence after you'd come.
Dread settled low in your chest. Was this it? Had you wrecked the only thing that ever felt safe? You hadn't seen any of them in days—dodging texts, taking the long way to class, hiding in corners of campus you didn't even know existed. Two years of friendship and you'd thrown it all away because a little bit of alcohol got you horny. Fuck!
You didn't hear the sneaker scuff against carpet a few rows over. Didn't notice the eyes tracking the nervous way your finger kept dragging across your bottom lip.
Rafayel stood half hidden by art history, knuckles white against the shelf, watching you with the same burning focus he'd had three nights ago.
Forty eight hours after you fled Zayne's dorm, the deadbolt on his door slid shut again. Everyone—except you— was back again.
Caleb leaned against the wall spinning a basketball on his finger until it dropped, thudding against the floor. He'd mutter something under his breath, scoop it up, start over. Rafayel paced the strip of carpet between the twin beds, flipping through a stack of index cards he wasn't reading—snap, snap, snap. Sylus stood by the window with his back to the room, fingers tapping some restless rhythm against the glass. Xavier was the only one still, flat on his stomach on Zayne's bed, chin in his hands, staring blankly at a stray bobby pin left behind on the floor. Zayne sat at his desk pretending to study an anatomy chart. He'd adjusted the lamp three times. Tried to ignore the testosterone fogging up his room. But between the ball, the pacing, and the tapping, focus was a lost cause.
He slammed his textbook shut, took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. Caleb dropped the ball.
"Stop pretending," he said, voice dropping into flat calm. "You didn't come here to study. Just say what you actually want to say so I can kick you all out."
Silence. Quick, guilty glances passed between them—nobody wanting to be the one to crack first, to admit they'd all been picturing the same thing. You, two nights ago, coming apart under their hands.
Rafayel cleared his throat first, tossing his index cards onto the bed "Fiiiiine. Hypothetically. Say a guy's already inside a girl. All the way in. How do you hit that spot? Is there a specific angle?"
A muscle jumped in Zayne's jaw. "The angle doesn't change just because your dick is inside her, Rafayel. Shallow thrusts, angled up. Not just slamming into her. Though I doubt you have the stability to hold that for long."
"I have great stability!" Rafayel hissed, ears burning pink, thumb rubbing against his middle finger as the memory of you made his pulse spike.
"He once held a paintbrush at the exact same angle for an hour straight," Xavier offered, not lifting his chin from his hands.
"See? Stability."
"That's your wrist, Rafayel. Different muscle group entirely," Caleb said.
From the bed, Xavier's voice cut through again, quiet and lazy. "What about when she's on top? Or on the edge of a desk. How do you go down on her so she can grind as hard as she wants? For when she needs to control the movements herself."
Caleb snorted "A desk? Real smooth, Xavi."
"Better than what you're about to ask."
"You don't even know what I'm about to ask."
"I've known you for two years. I know exactly what you're about to ask.”
Caleb's ears went red, but he plowed ahead anyway. "Okay. Hypothetically, say a guy's bigger than average. How's he supposed to use her mouth without hurting her throat?”
"Bigger than average?" Rafayel repeated.
"I am."
"Compared to what?”
"Compared to the general population."
"You've never seen the general population's dick. You've seen yours and you've seen ours and apparently that's all the data you needed?."
Caleb opened his mouth, found nothing, and closed it again.
Sylus finally stopped tapping the glass and a low laugh rumbled out of him "If a guy's significantly bigger than average…”
“Not you too…” Rafayel groaned
“How does he make sure he actually fits, without hurting her? If she's tight. Really tight. Where's the point her body just gives up and takes it?”
Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose again. "I cannot believe I'm hearing grown men compare dick sizes in my dorm room while pretending it's for science."
"It is for science," Caleb said.
"It is not for science, Caleb."
"Reproductive science."
"Get out of my room."
Nobody moved. Zayne let out a long breath through his nose, the kind that meant he was three seconds from actually losing it.
The silence came back, heavier.
Zayne put his glasses back on slowly, fingers locking onto the edge of his desk until his knuckles went white, whatever calm he usually wore was completely gone.
“Every single one of you needs patience and a lot less idiocy than you're currently showing," Zayne said "I'll answer each question once. Once. And then you're all getting the hell out of my dorm. Am I clear?”
Their faces stayed blank. None of them realized they were all in the same boat.
Rafayel thought he was the only one picturing your breasts. Caleb thought his face fucking question was a private fantasy about your mouth, Xavier was silently planning how to put his tongue to use on you again and Sylus was quietly calculating exactly how to stretch you open and how slow he'd have to go. They were entirely oblivious to the fact that not a single one of them was thinking about an imaginary girl. Every single question in that room had your name underneath it.
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The shadow over your book solidified into something real. Rafayel had stepped out from behind the art history shelves, and walked straight over, pulled out the chair across from you, and dropped into it like he owned the table.
He propped his chin in his palm and smiled at you. Easy. Unbothered. Like three nights ago he hadn't had your leg pinned wide open over Zayne's leg, staring at you with eyes blown wide and wild.
"You've been reading the same page for ten minutes," he said, voice smooth, carrying that familiar teasing lilt like nothing in the world had changed. "Is it the most boring book ever written or are you hiding in here?"
Your mouth had gone dry. You closed the book slowly, hoping he wouldn't notice your hands weren't steady. "Just studying, Raf. Got a lot going on."
"Clearly," he said, dragging one finger in a slow circle against the table, eyes never leaving yours.
He didn't take the hint to go. He pulled a sketchbook out of his bag instead and started doodling something on the margins while you tried, and failed, to read the same sentence for the fourth time. Every few minutes he'd glance up, catch you watching, and smirk like he'd won something. You'd duck back to your notes. He'd go back to sketching. The cycle repeated itself until you couldn't tell if you were studying or being studied.
"You're doing it again," he murmured eventually, not looking up from his sketchbook.
"What?"
"Biting your lip…” He flipped the sketchbook closed before you could see what he'd drawn. "It's distracting."
"You're the one distracting me."
"I'm just sitting here, very quietly, minding my own business."
"You sat down across from me, uninvited."
"I go to this school. I'm allowed in the library." He grinned, and it was the same easy, infuriating grin he always wore.
When you finally packed up, he packed up too, slinging his bag over one shoulder and falling into step beside you without asking if that was okay. You walked across campus together. He talked sbout a canvas he was prepping, about a professor who kept docking him points for too much emotion in his color theory, about some gallery downtown that wanted his portfolio. Normal things. Easy things. He never once brought up the dorm. Never said Xavier's name, or Zayne's, or anything about orgasms or the sounds you'd made that day.
But it was there anyway. In every silence. In the half second too long his eyes dropped to your mouth mid sentence before flicking back up like nothing happened. In the way his shoulder kept finding yours on the narrow sidewalk, brief and electric, like he was doing it on purpose and daring you to call him out. You grabbed coffee. He ordered for you without asking, remembering exactly how you took it, and didn't comment when your fingers brushed his over the cup and you both pretended not to notice.
The whole afternoon felt like holding your breath.
By the time you made it back to your building Rafayel was still beside you. Still talking. Still walking like he had every right to be there. You didn't stop him at the stairs. You didn't stop him in the hallway. And when your key finally turned in the lock and the door swung open, whatever fragile, careful normalcy you'd both been playing at for the last three hours fell apart completely.
You barely had time to kick the door shut.
Rafayel's palms hit the wood on either side of your head, and then his mouth was on yours and there was no easing into it, no polite preamble, just him, kissing you like he'd been thinking about nothing else for three days. He tasted like dark coffee and barely leashed desperation. Your hands found his chest on instinct, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
He'd been your first crush out of all of them. The beautiful, dramatic, slightly impossible artist who always seemed to exist outside of your reach. And now he had you pinned against your own door.
"Three days," he breathed against your mouth "Three days of you hiding and leaving my texts on read."
"Raf—"
"I counted the hours." His forehead dropped to yours "I had to stop because… it was embarrassing."
His hands moved before you could say something else—down your neck, across your shoulders, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt and pulling it up and over your head. He dropped it somewhere. Didn't look where it landed. He was too busy looking at you.
He'd been replaying it for three nights straight, stroking his cock raw. The light catching your skin. Zayne's hands on you. The sounds you'd made. The image had lodged itself somewhere behind his eyes and refused to leave.
His fingers found the clasp of your bra, knuckles brushing the curve of your spine, and you shivered so hard it traveled through his hands. He undid it carefully—not slowly, he wasn't capable of slow right now—and slid the straps off your shoulders, tossing it aside.
"I kept thinking about this," he said, half to himself. "Zayne had his hands on you and I was sitting three feet away going completely insane." He had been dying to see your breasts again since he had seen your nipples turn tight under Zayne's fingers.
He cupped you gently, and the slight roughness of his palms against your skin pulled a sound out of you immediately. He felt it more than heard it.
"Yeah, just like that" he murmured.
His hands were trembling slightly, he noticed and hated it but couldn't stop it. His hands never trembled. But this was you, and you were looking up at him with those eyes, and his hands were shaking like he was an eighteen year old that had never touched anyone before in his life.
His thumbs dragged over your nipples as he watched your face, not your chest, the way your lips parted, the way your head tipped back an inch. Cataloguing. Filing it away. Learning the shape of you the way he learned everything—through touch, through attention, through taking his time even when every instinct was screaming at him not to..
"You have no clue," he said quietly, thumbs circling again, "what it was like to watch you and not be able to—" He stopped. Pressed his lips together. His jaw worked like he was deciding how honest to be. "I kept thinking about what sounds you'd make if it was just me. If I got to take my time."
His hands lifted your breasts slightly, testing the weight with the same attention he gave to everything he cared about. His eyes tracked the movement.
"I want to draw you like this someday," he said, almost offhand, like the thought had just surfaced. Then his gaze flicked up to yours. "Can I?.”
Your back arched off the door and he took that as the invitation it was, mouth closing over your right breast with a hungry sound that vibrated against your skin. His tongue worked tight circles around your nipple before he pulled it deep, sucking hard enough to make your knees buckle, hands moving to grip your waist to keep you upright. When he finally pulled off, he dragged his mouth across to the other side, slower this time, lips brushing the soft underside before he bit down carefully and then sucked until a mark bloomed red against your skin, exactly where he wanted it.
He pulled back just far enough to look at it. Something satisfied moved across his face.
"There," he said quietly before he pressed his face back into your skin and groaned like you were killing him.
You didn't fully register the part where you moved from the door to your bed. Clothes came off in pieces—his shirt somewhere by the desk, your jeans a problem that took both of you longer than it should have, both of you half laughing for about three seconds before his mouth found your throat and the laughing stopped. The sheets felt cold against your back when you finally went down. Rafayel was all heat, hovering over you, weight braced on one arm, looking down at you with the same burning eyes that had been watching you from across that library for the better part of an hour.
He'd shed his pants and underwear at some point. He was fully hard, thick and leaking, a bead of moisture gathered at the tip that made your stomach flip because you remembered what he'd looked like three nights ago, damp fabric, clenched jaw and eyes that couldn't look away from you.
He parted your thighs and settled between them. He'd painted you in his head a hundred times in the last three days. He kept going back to the image of you spread open and wanting, the way you'd looked when you were right at the edge. He'd tried to work through it. Picked up a brush, stared at a blank canvas, put the brush down. Made coffee. Stared at his phone. Almost texted you seventeen times.
He guided himself to your entrance, and Zayne's voice chose that exact moment to surface in his memory. "Shallow thrusts, angled up. You have to use your hips to angle the pressure up against the anterior wall with every thrust. And internal targeting alone isn't always enough. You'll need to add direct stimulation to her clitoris at the same time if you actually want her to cum."
He almost laughed. Instead he shifted his weight and looked at you with an expression that was equal parts focused and insufferable.
"I did some research..." he said.
"Raf..."
"For artistic purposes." He pressed forward, just barely, just enough to feel the heat of your pussy against the tip of his cock, and watched your face.
He let out a slow, shaking breath and pushed inside you.
The sound he made wasn't dignified. It was pulled out of him by the way you gripped him—tight and hot—your body drawing him in like it had been waiting specifically for him. He sank all the way to the hilt, pelvis pressed flush against yours, and stayed there for a moment with his forehead dropped to your shoulder and his jaw locked so hard it ached.
He needed a second. Just one second.
You were clawing at his shoulders, nails dragging, and the sting of it helped him focus.
Pull back. Shallow. Angle up. Zayne's voice was sitting in the back of his skull like an annotation in the margin of a textbook. He wanted to be annoyed about it, but not right now, he was going to be annoyed about it later. Right now he pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, felt you clench around the tip of his dick like you were trying to keep him inside, and thrusted back in with his hips tilted up.
The sound you made rattled something loose in his chest.
He felt it, the moment the angle caught, the way your whole body seized around him, legs snapping tight around his waist and heels digging into the small of his back trying to pull him deeper. He'd hit it exactly. The spot Xavier had worked open with his fingers three nights ago, and the memory of watching that—watching you cum for Xavier—made something possessive and dark curl through him.
It was his turn now.
He reached down between your bodies, fingers sliding through the slick until his thumb found your clit, swollen and twitching, and pressed down.
"Is that—" His voice broke halfway through the question. He cleared his throat, face burning. "Is that it?"
You answered by moaning his name, which he was choosing to take as a yes.
He kept the same rhythm, thumb working circles around your clit. Your walls fluttering around him in little pulses was making it extremely difficult to think. He had to remind himself several times that he was an artist. He had the patience. He was going to make you cum and squirt just like Xavier did.
His hands were shaking again.
"I've got you," he pressed his mouth to your temple, your cheek, wherever he could reach. "I've got you, I've got you, cutie"
He picked up the pace slowly, maintaining the angle through sheer stubbornness. The sounds filling the room were obscene—wet and unavoidable—and Rafayel didn't care about any of it because you were falling apart underneath him and he couldn't look away from your face.
He'd painted a lot of things. Spent years chasing the right light, the right color, the right moment that made something ordinary look like it meant something. He'd never painted anything that looked like you did right now and he was already furious at himself because he knew he would never be able to.
He drove into you harder, felt the headboard knock once against the wall, and decided he didn't care.
"You're so tight," he choked out, the words barely making it past his teeth, pressed into the wet skin of your neck. His lips dragged down to your collarbone, teeth grazing, and his thumb kept its pressure on your clit without mercy. "You keep...fuck...every time I hit it you...It feels so good"
The pressure was building fast, coiling low in your abdomen, that same terrifying weight you'd felt under Xavier's fingers—except this was different, this was Rafayel, his chest against yours and his mouth on your throat and you couldn't think about anything else.
You bore down without thinking, muscles releasing the way Zayne had told you to, pushing back against him, and Rafayel made a sound against your neck that was almost pained.
"Raf...please, I'm gonna..."
"Don't hold it, cutie. Give it to me" he whispered right against your ear.
A rush of heat soaked the sheets beneath you as you cried his name into the quiet room. Not a whisper. Not a gasp. His name, loud and completely undone.
Rafayel groaned like something in him gave way.
Whatever control he'd been holding onto—the careful rhythm, the patience, the angle, all of it, shattered the second he felt you cum around him. He buried himself as deep as he could go and followed you over the edge, shaking, both hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he poured into you in long spurts.
He collapsed onto your chest.
His heart was slamming against your ribs, your fingers were tangled in his hair from some point you couldn't remember. The room was quiet except for both of you trying to remember how lungs worked.
His lips moved against your collarbone
"I sketched you. In the library today. While you weren't looking." His fingers traced something slow and shapeless against your ribs. "You looked like you were carrying something heavy." A breath. "I wanted to take it from you.”
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rafayel transforms into the ruthless sea god while he's inside you
it happens while his head is buried in the crook of your shoulder. you can't see his face. you aren't even aware he's changed. he just stills for a moment and inhales deeply, tickling your neck with his nose.
then he shifts a little, just enough for his cock to slip a little further inside you—testing.
he'd been rolling his hips into you in long, languid strokes. it'd been lazy and sensual. a stark contrast to the way he nudges into you now, all coiled tension.
there's no warning when the tension snaps.
he draws himself from you, right to the tip, then drives deep in one smooth motion. again and again, without hesitation, his cock spears through your walls—hips colliding into you with a weighty, almost brutal force.
and when you gasp out his name as you bounce against the mattress beneath him, he finally lifts himself from your shoulder so you can see the scales adorning his cheeks and the blue glow of his eyes.
there's no gentleness in them as he looks upon you, only the raging hedonism of a god with no one to answer to but himself.
without word, he sits back on his heels, grips your hips, and begins tugging you onto his cock. it's inhuman divine strength only you can overpower.
but you don't. instead, you bask in the mind-numbing ferocity—a willing sacrifice to your god's hunger.
10.Rafayel kisses every stretch mark, scar, mole and freckle as he undresses you.
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"Don't move, let me look at you."
Rafayel treats impatience like a sin when it comes to you, preferring to draw out the tension. His eyes move over you first, like he's committing every inch to memory, like you might dissolve if he looks away too soon.
He leans down, his breath warm against your skin as he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the cluster of freckles dusting the bridge of your nose. You flutter your eyes shut, but his lips are already moving, tracking a faint mole near your temple, then another just beside the corner of your eye. Each press of his mouth is a quiet worship. When his lips graze the tiny mole just above your upper lip, his breath hitches, his thumb smoothing over your jawline to hold you still as he drinks in your sigh.
"You have no idea," he says quietly, against your mouth but not kissing it. Not yet.
He moves to your throat, finding a small scar there you'd forgotten you had. His lips rest on it for a long moment. Still. Like a hand pressed to something precious.
"Raf—"
"I said don't move."
His hands find the collar of your shirt. The buttons give way one at a time, he's not slow about it now, not the way he was before, and he slips the fabric down your arms and turns you, just slightly, so your back is to him.
Fingers trace your spine first, then they catch on the scars before he starts kissing them, his mouth hot against each one. You feel him exhale against your skin between them, like he keeps forgetting to breathe.
His hands slide back around to your front and ease the shirt the rest of the way off. The fabric pools at your feet. A beat of stillness, and then he's in front of you, looking.
When his eyes move to your collarbones he traces a scar with a single finger, following the line of it before he dips his head and presses his mouth there in a row of kisses finding every faint scar along the way. The heat of his lips lingers on your skin after he moves on and you feel it spreading.
A bit lower he finds the mole beside your nipple. He leans in close, closer, until you can feel the warmth of his mouth before he even touches you. Then his lips brush it, just barely, and he inhales. The kiss he presses there is firm and wet, your body responds before you can think about it, a soft gasp catching in your throat.
He makes a low sound against your skin.
His thumb skims over your nipple and then he pulls back, moving to the mole on your sternum. He kisses it once. Then rests his forehead against your chest, right over your heart, and stays there. One breath. Two. Like this is the part he needed most.
"You're so beautiful." His voice is barely sound. His lips are still against your skin when he says it. "Every single part of you."
Your breath leaves you all at once when he drops to his knees. His eyes find yours from below and stay there as his hands move to your pants. The button gives. He slides the fabric down your hips slowly, watching as he goes, and you step out of them.
The stretch marks catch his attention first, silver traces curving over your stomach and around the fullness of your ass. His expression doesn't flicker. He reaches out and touches them first with his fingertips, barely there, following the lines like he's reading something. Then he kisses them.
Slowly.
His mouth moves across your stomach, tongue tracing the soft marks, and then his hands cup your ass as he moves there too, open kisses pressed into the curves until your legs go unsteady and your fingers find his hair.
He keeps going.
Down your thighs, his hands sliding ahead of his mouth. The scars there, the ones from fights you'd rather not think about, get the same treatment. Each one. No hesitation, no pause, just his lips moving from one to the next like it's the most natural thing in the world.
The long one, high on your inner thigh, makes him stop.
Hands wrap around the backs of your knees. Your legs part slightly and then he just rests his cheek against your skin, looking up at you. Heavy lidded. Patient in a way that makes your breath go thin.
Then his lips find the base of the scar and drag upward.
Deliberate. His tongue follows the full length of it and your thighs tremble, fingers pulling at his hair without meaning to.
Finally his hands slide up to the waistband of your panties, thumbs hooking into the elastic, eyes on yours again like asking for permission. He pulls them down slowly until they're gone and there's nothing left between you and the way he's looking at you.
He glances down.
The scar across your lower stomach, he presses his mouth to it, hands moving to grip your hips like he's anchoring you both.
Then he pulls back just enough to look up at you.
"I read somewhere," he murmurs, lips still close to your skin "that moles mark the places a past life lover kissed you most."
His eyes drop to your pussy.
He looks back up at you. "I think he was a very smart man."
His hands slide to the inside of your thighs and parts them gently, his grip easy but certain, and the heat of his breath reaches you.
One more second of his eyes on yours.
Then he leans in, and his lips find the tiny mole on your clit. The sound you make doesn't feel like yours. Your knees buckle and his hands are already there, holding you up, holding you open, holding you exactly where he wants you, like he knew, like he's always known, like some version of him has been finding his way back to this exact place for longer than either of you have been alive.
In which you're lactating and in pain and the only one who can really help you relieve it is...your husband(?)
Art by @/chaloobie on X
Warnings: Unprotected sex, lactation kink, Caleb's somewhat of a pervert, so is reader, they're careless with it, reader is insecure for 0.5 seconds, breeding kink if you squint, established relationship, ending is crack
You were going to kill your husband.
Why- oh why- had you let him fill you up to the point that his cum had dripped out of you? And if the obvious consequence of both of you fucking raw wasn't you getting knocked up, did the bastard have to give you twins?
As you shifted in bed for the umpteenth time, unable to get comfortable no matter what you did, you were sure you were going to strangle your husband for putting you in this predicament because of course the discomforts of pregnancies did not end with giving birth.
Turning your head, you looked at the mop of hair smushed against the pillow. You'd both awoken at the sound of your babies crying at 2AM in the morning. Initially, it had only been your daughter but hearing his sister cry, your son had also begun wailing. As you tried to get up, your husband had gently pushed you back on the mattress in lieu of telling you that he'd take care of them.
You'd stayed in bed, listening to your husband coo at them but it was only after twenty minutes of non-stop crying, it had finally subsided. After another twenty minutes, you'd felt your husband lift the blanket and get cozy under it again and another two minutes before he was sound asleep.
Even that was pissing you off now. How he could just doze off unbothered while it took you hours to fall asleep in the first place. And now that you were awake, it was proving to be even more difficult. Your breasts were heavy, your back was killing you and you felt murderous and enraged.
You shifted again, groaning at the pain and trying to relieve the tension in your body, desperate to fall back asleep but it was still out of your reach, driving you to kick the blanket off you in a fit of agony.
Your husband stirred next to you before you felt an arm around your waist pulling you closer towards him "...baby?" His voice just roused from sleep was throaty and husky as he lifted his head to peer at your face in the dark.
"Caleb" You had wanted to be strong but you were in so much pain, his name came out a whimper as you immediately gave in to the frustration "I just want to sleep"
Now more alert, Caleb pulled his head off the pillow, taking a moment to orient himself before he reached over on his side and turned on the lamp "What's wrong, baby?"
"Everything hurts" You moaned in pain, immediately reaching for him "Are the babies asleep?"
When he nodded, you groaned "I should've just fed them. My breasts are killing me"
Caleb's gaze dropped to your chest where his white college jersey that you loved sleeping in had a translucent patch from where you were leaking milk "Fuck. I fed them the bottle you'd pumped earlier"
You were honest to God about to start wailing yourself "They're so sore, Caleb" You moaned, falling back into your pillows.
"Do you want me to massage them..?" Caleb offered and your immediate agreement had him huffing out a laugh "Alright then, lift your arms"
Once he had peeled his jersey off you, his hands latched on to your engorged breasts, kneading the globes between his large hands in slow, rhythmic movements that had you sighing in relief, feeling marginally better.
Caleb watched, pupils dilating as your head fell back against the pillows, back arching to urge your breasts even closer towards him. He watched the slight foam build before a thin stream of milk escaped one breast.
Almost instinctively, Caleb swooped down to lick it up, tongue tracing upwards from your ribs before he covered your nipple and sucked.
You moaned as you arched further into his touch, fingers tugging at his hair and holding him there as he lapped up your milk against your hardened nipple.
It wasn't the first time he'd tasted your milk, he'd done it multiple times while checking the temperature before he fed the babies their bottles but to taste it directly from the source? It was making him dizzy, was making his dick also rouse from sleep, slowly stand at attention.
He pulled away when he thought he'd cleaned it up good enough but you were immediately dripping more milk again and Caleb's eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at the sight.
"If you don't put your mouth back on me, I swear to God, Caleb-" He didn't need to be told twice as he latched his entire mouth around your breast, greedily drinking in your warm milk, unable to help the appreciative moan escaping him as he tried to lap up the gushing stream.
He could feel your breast soften under his ministrations but the other breast that he'd been neglecting had a steady stream of milk overflowing over the veins of his hand, down his arm, your torso and puddling against the bed. He tried to resist, he really did but he couldn't help switching to the other one, repeating the swirling of his tongue, sucking on your areola and lapping up every drop you leaked.
You groaned when Caleb peeled back from you to remove the loose tank he'd been wearing before he was upon you again, alternating between sucking on each of your breasts, drinking the milk like he was a starved man in a desert, and your milk was his oasis.
Your breasts were sensitive on normal days but during pregnancy, they'd become even more sensitive and were sometimes enough by themselves to help you orgasm. Not that you'd had a single one since giving birth because your husband refused to have sex with you. Despite the Doctor giving you both the go weeks ago.
And it wasn't from the lack of trying. You'd tried to seduce Caleb in so many different ways- wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, tempting him with lingerie, you'd even offered to go down on him, but he'd just shook his head and said that you needed to recover properly first. It had seriously made you consider sticking yourself inside a washing machine and claiming to be stuck to see if that would work on your unfeeling husband.
Him groaning against your breast and grinding his hard on against the mattress is the closest you'd come to getting any action from Caleb in the months following the birth of the twins. You couldn't believe you were envious of the fucking mattress.
Wrapping your thighs around his waist, you lined your pussy directly with his cock and almost came the first time you felt him move against you. Caleb paused almost instantly, holding his hips away as his head raised to look at you.
And all the insecurities of the past few months washed over you. You knew the kind of person Caleb was and how he wouldn't care but you'd seen the way your body had changed post pregnancy. The stretch marks, the cellulite, the baggy skin, the soft tummy, how your hair would go unwashed for days and how you had looked sickly most of the time, dressing up had become a foreign concept. It wasn't easy for you to come to terms with them, certainly couldn't have been easy for him.
"D-Do you..." You couldn't even say it, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes as you looked anywhere but him, lower lip wobbling.
His chin was glowing with the translucent milk, hair sticking out every which way after your fingers had gripped them so tightly, eyes watching you with the kind of knowing glint one would only get after having known someone their entire lives. Caleb leaned in to press a kiss at the corner of your mouth "What is it, baby?"
"Do you not want me anymore?" You hated that your voice sounded so small and that you couldn't even look at him as you asked him that.
"What are you talking about?" He nudged your face up with his, eyes searching yours.
"You don't-" You huffed, feeling like a petulant child throwing a tantrum "You don't touch me anymore! Not- not like you used to! And we kiss but it's not like how it used to be! And sex? It's.. it's been so long that I've forgotten what it feels like!"
Caleb pulled back, studying your face before a smile broke out "You want to have sex with me?"
"Yes!" You crossed your arms and immediately regretted when the stickiness of the milk clung to your skin "But we don't have to if you don't want to"
Caleb laughed under his breath, helping you uncross your arms and holding each hand in his own "Baby, look at me" He gestured to himself and you did. His chest was coated with your milk, the outline of his arousal looked painful in his drawstring pants "Do I look like I don't want to?" When you opened your mouth to respond, he cut you off, his face nuzzling against your neck "I want nothing but to stay in this bed with you for all of eternity and make love to my beautiful wife every hour of every day but I was there every second of your thirty-two hours of labor. And it was not easy to bring our two troublemakers to life but you did. You did and I'm so proud of you for being so strong and so grateful for you and them everyday. And that is why I just wanted to ensure you recover fully before we did ...other things" Pressing a soft kiss at your collarbone, Caleb pulls back "Is that okay?"
You nod, still pouting "But the Doctor cleared us for sex months ago. Are you sure you're not holding back just because I look like this right now?"
"Like what?" At his face of genuine puzzlement, you shrugged as you tried to maintain indifference while you clarified.
"Y'know. All saggy skin and greasy hair"
Caleb's eyes narrowing made you realize how wrong you had been before he even started speaking "There is not a single time that I've not been attracted to you. I was crazy for you when we met, when we got married, when I knocked you up, when you were so big I had to tie your shoelaces for you, when I helped you dress up when you couldn't move after giving birth and certainly not now. You have no idea how many times I've had to rub one out to you in the shower. Fuck, I remember you screaming you'd castrate me if I came close to you ever again during labor and I almost got hard in front of the Doctor and nurses"
Your mouth drops open at that but Caleb's already distracted by the milk overflowing out of your breasts, already groaning in the back of his throat as he moves down to clean you up.
You decide you've recovered enough while you run your fingernails against your husband's scalp as he moans against your skin, drunk and dazed, single-mindedly lapping up your milk. Hips beckoning upward, your moans are lewd as Caleb grinds his erection against your folds, the tip grazing your clit.
You're untying the string holding his pants up before you can even form the thought, taking his heated cock in your palm and stroking, moaning as you feel him grow heavier and hotter in your hand, pumping his length up and down as his mouth on your breast falters and he whimpers.
Colonel of the Farspace Fleet actually whimpers in your grip and there is nothing more gratifying.
"Who is a good boy, hm?" Amethyst orbs glinting as they look at you, mouth still wrapped around your nipple, your husband has perfected his puppy-eyed look so well you feel yourself clench around nothing "I want you, Caleb. I want you now"
Caleb pulls back only for a moment, removing your damp panties and his pants before he's lining up his cock at your entrance, moving his length against your folds but not entering yet "Fuck. Baby, you're soaked"
"Mhm" You moan, already feeling yourself peaking as you wrap your legs around his waist and draw him even closer "Stop teasing me"
"I need to prep you fir-"
"No" You cut him off, using your hand to guide him to your entrance "I've waited so long, I'm not waiting any longer"
Caleb didn't mean to, he really didn't but when you arch off the bed, both of you moaning at how good it felt, maybe him bottoming out immediately was not such a bad idea.
"Fuck" You're crying in earnest now as Caleb moves against you in slow, drawn out movements "You feel so good"
"Yeah?" His hands are bracketing yours, fingers entwining as he rocks his hips against yours before his mouth descends on yours.
With his length sliding against your clit and your body moving against each other with the slick and stickiness from the breast milk now caught between you two, it doesn't take long before you're shuddering against him, hips arching as you chase your peak while Caleb's thrusts pick up pace, his mouth peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking into the skin there till the lovebite blooms with you chanting his name over and over like a prayer.
Your legs go limp the same time Caleb's entire body weight traps you under him, both of you trying to recover from the high. It's only when you feel your cunt gush do you realize what happened.
"Did you also...?" But Caleb's ears are red and he's hiding his face against your neck.
"Yeah" He mumbles "Before you"
You laugh, brushing your fingers through his hair, nails dragging along his scalp in that way that he loved, that made his figurative tail wiggle in joy.
"Wanna go again?" You murmur against his temple, body warm from his temperature mixing with yours, his entire bear sized body entrapping you.
It's like your question is the secret spell that gets him going because Caleb's already pulling back, holding his weight up on his elbows as he grins down at you "Lemme go grab that box of condoms I hid"
"Why'd you hide them?"
Swooping down for a kiss, Caleb's about to get off the bed "Too much temptation. Was trying to resist"
Locking your ankles around his waist, you hold him in place "Forget the condoms" You're whispering and it's gratifying to watch Caleb shortcircuit in real time "Want to feel you everywhere tonight"
As Caleb lines his cock against your pulsating pussy again, his smirk is nothing short of evil "This is how we keep getting in trouble" Slowly, he sinks into you and watches the way your face contorts as you hold back a moan "Next thing I know you're showing me two lines on a stick and telling me you're going to castrate me"
"Let's pretend you're a male seahorse tonight then"
A/N: Caleb is epitome of submissive and breedable.
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