The lads were still in the livingroom contemplating on what Y/N had said to them that completely took them by surprise. Whilst she was in the bedroom, the guys turned to each other. "Okay, what on earth happened?" Rafayel asked.
"I have no idea, but I don't know what to do here you guys." Caleb replied and to the others, they didn't either.
"Let me go talk to her in private." Sylus stood up and glanced at them. "Don't worry I'm not gonna do anything to her, so get your head out of the gutters," he said as he went to knock on Y/N's room. "Kitten, it's me. Can I come in?"
He heard a faint reply. "Yeah..."
He entered the room and his gaze softened at the look on her face. "Hey, you okay sweetie?" He went to sit beside her on the bed and gently grabbed her hand, rubbing soothing circles to make her feel better. "Talk to me, what's on your mind?"
Y/N sighed and took a deep breath before turning her body to face him properly. "I don't... know what I am feeling for you all. It just came out of nowhere and I'm scared on how you guys would react... Is it wrong for me to love all of you at once?"
Sylus smiled and placed a hand on her cheek. "You can love whoever you want, kitten. It did shock us when you dropped the bomb like that, however, we all love you for who you are. It's okay to love more than one person."
Y/N's eyes widened. "R-really? You're not... how do I put this? I'm not really good with this."
Sylus chuckled. "Yeah neither are we," he nodded.
Y/N smiled through her tears and hugged Sylus. He hugged her back with reassurance. "Now, come on let's continue playing the game, shall we?" Sylus asked as he stood up and held his hand out for Y/N to take which she gladly did.
The two left the bedroom and walked towards the others who were still sitting in the livingroom. They all glanced up and sighed in relief. "You okay, Y/N?" Xavier asked and she nodded with a smile.
"Yeah, sorry to make you all worry, I just needed a moment."
They smiled at her and then continued with the game. "Who's turn is it now?" Rafayel asked.
"I believe it is my turn..." Xavier replied back.
"Okay then Xav... Truth or dare?"
"Dare..."
Rafayel smirked. "I dare you to take your shirt off."
Xavier's eyes went wide and gulped. "R-right now?"
"That's the dare, you have to do it!" Caleb chimed in with a smirk.
Xavier cursed himself for picking dare, but he did what he had to do and took his shirt off to show his muscled physique which Y/N had blushed and had to look away as she was shy, but it did something to her. She slowly glanced back and noticed that Xavier looked really uncomfortable as he started to fidget with his hands and looked elsewhere.
Someone cleared their throat and everyone glanced at Zayne. "I believe it is Y/N's turn now to ask."
Y/N smiled and glanced at the guys. "I actually have a question for all of you."
They raised their brows in unison, bcoming intrigued on what she was gonna ask. "How about I dare all of you to take a clothing off and then we can play never have I ever?"
They all looked at each other and smirked. "Fine!" They said in unison and they all took off their shirts to show their muscled torsos and Y/N was drooling like she was in a trance by looking at the delicious feast in front of her.
"Mmmm.... Now thats a sight to see. Anyway now I know Zayne is such a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, but he will have to deal with it." Y/N turned her gaze to Zayne and he sighed and shook his head. "Won't you, Zaynie?"
His eyes snapped open at the nickname that she had given him when they were kids. "You had to be a trouble maker, didn't you?"
Y/N smiled innocently. "I have no idea what you are talking about!"
He smiled back and sighed. "Fine, but I will not be accountable for my actions when I get drunk."
"Okay! So, who is gonna start off first?" Caleb asked as he clapped his hands together.
"I'll go!" Rafayel replied back. "Never have I ever had sex in a public place."
Sylus, Caleb and Zayne took a shot and Y/N gasped whilst giggling in disbelief. "Zayne, seriously? I didn't think that yoiu would be the person to do that!"
"Was a long time ago, didn't mean anything," he replied back and shook his head.
"There's so much you didn't know what he had done back in the day pipsqueak..." Caleb chimed in and I snapped my head in his direction.
"You're kidding!"
Caleb shook his head as to say he wasnt't.
"Okay next!" Sylus piped up. "Never have I ever had wet dreams of the person that you are thinking of."
Well that was easy as everyone took a shot. The guys focused on Y/N as she took five shots which took them by surprise. "What? Can you blame me for having dreams about the five of you at the same time?" Y/N protested.
"That could become reality, sweetie." Sylus smirked.
Her eyes widened with surprise and excitement was coursing through her body as she started to shift her weight as she felt her stomach doing flips and a heat pooling at her center.
They contiunued to play the game until they were getting very tipsy and overheated with so much emotions that were coming from each of them. Y/N was getting really heated and she decided to strip in front of them. With music playing in the background and a shift in the room became obvious that they were all thinking of the same thing. The guys watched the show as she started to unzip her dress. It fell slowly to the ground and she was just standing there in her bra and underwear, watching as the hungry looks that the guys were giving her was what she wanted. She had dreamt about this and was glad that it was going to come true.
She smiled and asked in a tempting manner. "So... who would like a piece of this to go first?"
The guys all glanced at each other and were struggling to hold back until each of them were drinking her in to the point where both Xavier and Rafayel stepped up. "Fancy taking two at the same time, cutie?" Rafayel smiled as Xavier went behind her with his hands wrapped around her waist and placed a kiss on her neck. Rafayel kissed her lips and reponded, "shall we take this into the bedroom?"
Y/N nodded and the three of them went into her room to continue as Sylus, Caleb and Zayne looked on but continued to play the game without them.
I grew up with my childhood friends Zayne and Caleb until the inevitable happened. I met three other guys called Sylus, the head of Onychinu
The next day, it was a Saturday. I was in my house just chilling by doing some house work to keep me occupied. I was blasting some music and singing along with the lyrics that I hadn't noticed my phone was ringing on the kitchen counter as I was washing the dishes. I hadn't heard from the guys at all today which was a bit unusual, especially from Xavier and Rafayel. When I took a break, my phone rang again. I glanced at the screen and noticed that it was Valko that was calling me. I answered the call with a smile. "Hey Valko! Whats up?" I asked.
I heard him sigh in relief. "Y/N! Thank fuck I got you!"
I frowned in confusion. "What? What's wrong? You sound worried!"
Valko took a deep breath. "You have no idea! The lads and I have been trying to get a hold of you for the past two hours! Are you okay?"
I giggled as I sighed in relief. "I'm fine! I'm sorry, I've been listening to music and doing a lot of house work that needed to be done."
He sighed and chuckled. "One of these days woman, you are gonna be the death of us."
I laughed harder and he joined in. "What are you and the guys up to today anyway? Or are you just chilling at yours, bored out of your mind because you have nothing better to do?" I asked as I sat down on the bar stool and twirled a loose strand of my hair.
Valko belted out a laugh. "That's one way to put it! No, I actually called to ask if you would like to hang out with us? The guys and I are hanging out in town and Mephisto is with us!"
"Who's Mephisto? Oh really? That would be nice, would be different from work I must admit, so yeah! What time?" I asked.
"How long do you need to get ready?" He asked in a teasing tone. "Also Mephiisto is Sylus' bird. Quite a handsome chap if you ask me."
I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was almost noon. "I can get ready with in half an hour? I need to have a quick shower and get ready then. That's interesting!"
"Perfect! Would you like to meet us, or one of us could pick you up?" He asked and I smiled.
"I'll send you a message when I leav. Just send me your location and I'll meet up with you all!"
"Okay doke! We will see you in a bit, love." He replied back and hung up.
I sighed and shook my head with a smile as I got up and started heading towards the bathroom to have a quick shower for ten minutes, got out and changed, did my hair and makeup and left to get my bike that was parked in the garage. I had put my helmet on and started my bike as I reeved the engine and left the house to meet the others. A few minutes in, I got another call, but it was Rafayel this time. "Hey Raf! I'm nearly with you guys!"
"Y/N! Awesome, just drive safely okay?" He replied back and I giggled.
"Don't worry, I'm always careful!" As I said that, some lunatic was driving recklessly heading towards me in a car, about to have a head on collision. "OH SHIT-" I yelled as the car hit my bike and I went flying through the air and landed so hard on the ground I cried out in pain. "ARRGGGGHHHHHH!!!"
"Y/N!!!" I heard Raf scream on the other end of the head piece. "Y/N! TALK TO ME, ARE YOU OKAY?!!!!"
When I was about to answer, my consciousness faded as I blacked out.
Rafayel's POV
"Y/N!!!! ANSWER ME!!!" I continued to yell, but I wasn't getting a response. The guys watched in horror and concern.
"What's happened?" Xavier asked.
"There's been an accident. She's not responding!" I exclaimed. I saw Valko, Sylus and Caleb run to their bikes drove off. Xavier and I followed after.
"I have her location!" Valko came through on the comms.
"She's not far from here!" Caleb replied back.
"Mephisto! Find her NOW!" Sylus ordered and Mephisto gave a caw in response as he flew rapid towards Y/N's location.
"We need to call Zayne! He's working at the hospital today!" Xavier said and I called him.
There was a couple of rings before I heard a familiar voice. "Raf? What's going on?"
"Zayne! Something has happened with Y/N! There's been an accident!" I replied as we all came up on the road that Y/N was on. "Oh my God..." I whispered.
"What happened to Y/N?! Answer me Rafayel!" Zayne exclaimed.
I gulped and we ran to her. Valko, Sylus and Caleb were already on the scene and by her side trying to get her to answer one of them, but to no avail. "She's still breathing!" Valko called out.
Caleb is on the phone calling for some medical assistance. I could hear Zayne shout at his colleagues. "I NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION AT THE SCENE STAT! Rafayel, I need you to send me your location right now! I'm on my way!"
I sent him our location and he hung up the phone. I watched on as I felt helpless, I didn't know what to do. I heard Sylus giving advice to Valko and Caleb. "Valko, gently remove her helmet, but be careful. We don't want her to go into shock," he said and Valko nodded as he had gently removed her helmet. Caleb had folded his jacket and placed it under her head to make her feel comfortable.
"Y/N, can you hear us? We are all hear sweetie." Sylus spoke to her as he gently grabbed her hand. "If you can hear me, can you try and squeaze my hand please?" We all saw her eyes flutter open slightly and tried to squeaze his hand.
We sighed in relief that she was sort of responding to us. I heard the ambulance and Zayne's car pulled up. He quickly got out of his car and took out his medical bag out and ran over to her. "Y/N, it's Zayne. Can you hear me?" He gently opened one of her eyes and brought a small torch over her pupil to see if they were dilating. "Pupils dilated, possible head trauma due to impact of collision... Possible bone breakage in the arm and leg on her right side," he continued diagnosing her to his colleagues. "I need an IV drip, morphine, blood samples, splints and gauze."
We all stepped back and watched the whole scene that was right in front of us. I had started crying and praying for Y/N to be okay and not to die on us now. I'm not ready to lose her and I don't think anyone else is either.
Y/N started to come round and she started to panic. She screamed in pain and cried her eyes out. Zayne was trying to calm her down. "Y/N, calm down. You were in an accident. I'm going to do everything in my power to help you, okay?" Zayne soothed and Y/N nodded with tears streaming down her face.
"I-it hurts, Zayne..."
"I know it would be, but I need you to be brave and be strong for us," he replied back. "Guys, we will get you at the hospital. Follow us alright?"
We all nodded and got on our bikes to follow them back to the hospital.
These are the three sacred rules we've set for the boycott since it began on June 30th. I already posted a minor analysis of the current situation, as well as a warning regarding Rafayel's new myth, but I'm going to take the time to post this seperately.
Don't spend. Don't pull. Don't log in.
I've seen an uptick in people who seem to want to cave and get Rafayel's new solar pair. I get it. Something new and shiny for your main is being released, and you want it. I won't lie and say that I don't feel an itch either, but I know that's my own gambling addiction for the game clawing at me. There's the element of FOMO to consider, which isn't entirely unfounded, given LADS's shitty way of rerunning banners without also rerunning the event. But you need to stomp that feeling out.
Don't spend. Don't pull. Don't log in.
You might think it's harmless to spend "just a little". You might think it's harmless to pull with saved wishes. You might think it's harmless to log in. It isn't. Every time you log in, even just once for the day, it marks you down for daily active users. Every time you pull, it boosts the banners participation metrics. Every time you spend, it counts toward their revenue. That is exactly what they're counting on.
Don't spend. Don't pull. Don't log in.
They want us to move our goal posts, bend our rules, cave and justify doing "just this". But it's never just something small. I know it quite well, having been addicted to the game, and knowing I struggled to stop pulling once I'd start, it snowballs. "Just a few more wishes until hard pity", "I only got one of the pair", "I need to get them both to the same rank for the bonuses", it's a trap. It's what they're depending on.
Don't spend. Don't pull. Don't log in.
And you know how I know it's really a trap this time around? Because they're doing something they've never done before.
They are trying to tempt players to pull excessively and receive level 20 protocores for his pair. No guarantee that they'll have set stats that are good, just that they'll be level 20 and his stellarectum. This is what you're worth to them.
Don't spend. Don't pull. Don't log in.
Delete the game if you have to, if that's the only thing that keeps you from opening it. I have, and before anyone talks to me about the money they put in for passes, I'm aware. I have the yearly pass and aurum pass active. And I probably wouldn't have had to buy more aurum until new years. That's how invested I was in the game, and I've still given it up because I know this is bigger than my own willful ignorance. I don't care if that's harsh, that's what logging in, pulling, and spending is while telling yourself it "doesn't affect you" or that it's harmless because it's "only a little" or "only with saved wishes". Willful ignorance.
Don't spend. Don't pull. Don't log in.
Vermilion Martial God will rerun. LSG reran in less than a year, so VMG likely will too. You will get VMG again eventually. But you know what we won't get if we fall apart now? Valko. We won't get him, his content, his companions. Anything. We also won't get ourselves taken seriously as consumers. Infold and PPG are companies that are trying to expand globally, without managing the responsibility that comes with that. They want our money while treating us like we aren't supporting them too. They need to understand that if they want to expand globally, they need to act like it and treat all their markets equally. Whether that's by taking all our concerns seriously, or ignoring all of us mihoyo style, they need to treat us equally.
Don't spend. Don't pull. Don't log in.
They need to learn actions have consequences. They either bring Valko back or put the game in End Of Service. Those are the only two options we need to allow them, otherwise they will not learn. The moment you cave and start spending again, you directly assist in giving them an out. If you give them an out, say goodbye to the chance you could've had at fixing the many existing issues in the game: the poor gem farming, lighting issues, KoD balancing, increasing push in paid content, lack of poc player accommodation, everything.
Don't spend. Don't pull. Don't log in.
You may tell yourself "I'm just one person, I'm not doing any harm", and that is what you fundamentally misunderstand. Because you are not just one person. There are hundreds, maybe thousands of people who think exactly like you. Thousand of people who think they aren't hurting the boycott by themselves, but you are never by yourself in something that requires group effort to work. Thousand of people together can do plenty of harm. We cannot break. Hold yourself responsible. Hold yourself to a standard. Keep moving forward. That's the only way we can achieve what we want to. We have gained so much reach that we never thought we would, that no one ever has. We have a become a blueprint. We can't fall apart now with the gaming world watching us. We can't let bullies set the precedent. Follow the three sacred rules:
The Bodyguard's Guide to Grocery Shopping with a Billionaire Artist
Part 2: Aisle 4 and Cat Food
Pairing: Rafayel x You (MC)
(You successfully steer Rafayel away from the locked luxury display, maneuvering the squeaky cart into Aisle 4: Frozen Foods. The temperature drops instantly. Rafayel shivers dramatically, wrapping his designer jacket tighter around himself.)
Rafayel: (Staring through the foggy glass of the upright freezers) It’s an arctic wasteland. A graveyard of convenience. Why is everything trapped in blocks of ice? It’s completely devoid of warmth, like your professional demeanor.
You: (Scanning the glass for frozen veggies) It’s called preservation, Rafayel. It keeps food fresh.
Rafayel: (He stops in front of the ice cream section, his eyes locking onto a brightly colored tub) Wait. What is that? ‘Deep Sea Salted Caramel Ocean Explosion.’
You: (Without looking) Sugar, milk, and artificial coloring. Move along.
Rafayel: (Pressing his face almost entirely against the freezer glass, fogging it up) No, look at the marketing! ‘A wave of pure oceanic bliss in every bite.’ They are capitalizing on my culture! They are commercializing the abyss! I must inspect the structural integrity of this frozen dairy product.
You: (Sighs, opening the freezer door to grab a bag of frozen peas) If you want ice cream, just say you want ice cream. You don't need to turn a sugar craving into a political movement for Lemuria.
Rafayel: (Quickly snatching three different tubs of the ice cream before you can close the door) I am conducting a culinary audit! It’s a matter of creative copyright. (He dumps them into the cart right on top of the generic dish soap)
You: Great. Three tubs of 'Ocean Explosion' and zero actual nutrients. Moving on.
(Five minutes later. The checkout lanes. You guide the cart toward a human cashier, explicitly avoiding the self-checkout to protect the public and machines from Rafayel’s tantrums and impatience. As you start loading the items onto the conveyor belt, Rafayel suddenly spots a crumpled piece of paper on the glossy floor. He swoops down, picking it up with two fingers.)
Rafayel: (Gasps softly, smoothing out the paper like it’s an ancient scroll) y/n. Look at this. The universe has provided us with a financial blessing.
You: (Not looking up from scanning the lemons) Rafayel, be a good boy and don't pick up trash off the floor.
Rafayel: It’s not trash! It’s a sacred parchment of commerce. Look at the magical runes. ‘Save 50 Credits on any purchase of two or more boxes of Premium Cat Kibble.’
You: (Slowly turning your head to look at him) "You don't even like cats. You literally treat every stray we pass like an apex predator out for your blood."
Rafayel: (Lifting his chin, his voice taking on that smooth, incredibly stubborn, teasing tone) "Detail-oriented as always, bodyguard. But who’s to say I won't undergo a spiritual transformation in the next five minutes? An artistic muse with whiskers! Think of the synergy! Besides, it says 'Save 50 Credits.' That is free money. Are you telling me you reject the benevolence of the supermarket gods?"
You: (Deadpan) "I am telling you that if you hand that dirty floor coupon for an animal you actively fear to this tired cashier, I am going to pretend I’m a customer in a different lane."
Rafayel: (He steps closer into your personal space, waving the coupon right in front of your nose with a triumphant, cat-like grin) Admit it, you’re just jealous of my elite hunting instincts. I found buried treasure in the middle of Aisle 5.
Cashier: (Blinking tiredly, looking at the coupon, then at Rafayel) Sir... this expired in 2024. And we don't even carry this brand anymore.
Rafayel: (His smile instantly vanishes, replaced by utter shock. He stares at the cashier like he’s just been sentenced to exile) Expired? Time is an illusion created by capitalism! How can a discount have a shelf life?!
You: (Handing your card to the cashier with a tired sigh) "Drop the trash, your highness. Move your feet before I tell the stray cats outside you're carrying 50 credits worth of kibble."
If Rafayel hands you an expired 2024 coupon for cat kibble, you:
🎭 Join his dramatic rant about how time is an illusion created by capitalism
🐈 Buy the cat food anyway and adopt a cat in 5 minutes for the "synergy"
💳 Silently swipe your payment card, take a deep breath, and walk away
The gallery that rafayel works at did a collaboration with a fragrance company at his exhibition. There were pedestals placed in almost every corner of the gallery, each displaying a variety of perfumes and colognes that come in different bottle shapes, sizes, and colors, each one emanating a different yet somehow nostalgic scent.
The theme for this collection is “Wistful Wondering” an archive for old scents that give you a blast to the past.
Rafayel invited you to the event since he enjoyed your company and having you on his arm. Unfortunately for him, he had to get pulled away by a group of meddling journalists, which led him to leave you to your own devices.
“Just wait for me, cutie.” He whispered against your cheek softly before planting a parting kiss.
You wandered through the room, not too far so Rafayel can keep his eye on you as you looked around at the displays of perfume for the guests to try out. Your gaze traveled through the various looking bottles of perfume until your eyes landed on one particular bottle.
As Rafayel was busy chatting up the guests, he’d give quick glances to check on you so that he won’t lose sight of you, he noticed you were checking out the testers display.
His watchful gaze was pinned on you, how you were smiling at the sight of one bottle as you picked it up from the display.
He noticed it was a more “masculine” looking product as the bottle had more heavy angular shapes, with dark and metallic colors.
You leaned the atomizer to your nose as you took in its strong scent with a misty-eyed expression and a dreamlike smile. It was such an unusual look to rafayel. To see you so delighted and charmed.
He had to buy that cologne.
If that’s what it’ll take for him to get you to look at him like that.
Weeks pass by, Rafayel has invited you over to help him with rearranging some stuff he had in his studio.
Before you both begin, you lean closer to catch a whiff of Rafayel and the vastly different scent he has. You were hit with notes of cider, cognac, citrus and juniper. It smelled nice.
But it wasn’t Rafayel.
“Is that a new cologne you’re wearing?” You ask, your expression frozen and stoic.
Rafayel being completely clueless smiled in that boyish grin, “uh-huh, do you like it?” He asked like a little puppy waiting to be praised for completing a trick.
“No.”
Rafayel felt his confidence shatter. You didn’t like it? Then why were you so starry-eyed over the perfume that night. Did he miscalculate or something..?
“Wha-why not?”
“It doesn’t suit you.” You responded indifferently as you began to put away some of his old things in the storage room.
Rafayel stood there. Feeling humiliated in his rejection, he just wanted to impress you.
But as you were placing the items in the storage room, you felt your heart ache at the familiar scent. It reminded you so much of him. And you missed him beyond your heart’s limit. It didn’t matter how many guys you kissed or dated after him. None of them could replace him. None of them could be him. Rafayel could never be him.
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Sorry if this is too short, let me know if you have any ideas or what me to expand on this dynamic.
She's not feeling up to the task of being the model for this photoshoot. Rafayel needs to show her the way he sees her.
CW: Contains explicit Sexual content
tags: shameless smut, body image issues, Rafayel doesnt know how hot he is, swimsuit photoshoot, Rafayel fucking compliments into her, body worship, cunnilingus, beach sex, outdoor and public sex, crab voyeurism
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"Miss Hunter, this way please. Can you look up, I need to touch up over here-" Fingers graze her chin to hold her face in place as the makeup artists swarm her. They dab the sweat from her brow, wipe smudged eyeliner from beneath her lash, and apply thick clouds of mattifying powder over her cheeks and forehead. She blinks dazedly at the flurry of activity happening around her,and just as suddenly, it disappears. She's left pondering just how shiny her forehead must be, how oily her skin is, whether or not she smells bad to the makeup staff as she sweats under the heat of the sun and the lights in front of her. Her arms wraps tightly around herself.
"OK, just do some natural poses. We can grab your props if you like." The art director calls from behind the barricade of lighting and camera equipment. She blinks through the swarm of flashes, awkwardly moving her arms in an attempt to do a wanderer-hunting pose like they wanted.
A soft chuckle breaks through the din of camera clicks and mumbled directions. She zeroes in on the camera held by her personal photographer and sticks her tongue out.
Click.
The camera Rafayel holds flashes and he looks up at her over the viewfinder with a smile in his eyes, calling her bluff. She shoots a glare back at him and they have a momentary conversation with their eyes: his brows bounce upwards once, innocent, and he ducks back down behind the camera.
Instructions filter into the forefront of her mind, like someone slowly tuning a radio, and she blinks to focus. She stands awkwardly, trying more poses. A chill breeze brushes over her exposed stomach and she sucks it in instinctively. For a moment she had almost forgotten how exposed she is.
It's not that the swimsuit is overly sexual; in fact, the coverup skirt is quite modest and the top sits comfortably below her collarbone with plenty of support. It was just, the more she stood up here with everyone staring at her, the more she thought about the way her arms must look flabby since she didn't get a chance to go to the gym this morning. The way the swimsuit sits just low enough on her that the dips at her hips balloon over the waistband of the bottoms. The way that her stomach jiggles every time she moves suddenly to change poses.
After a few more minutes of cycling through the same few poses, she could hear the clicks of the cameras slow.
"OK, let's give her a weapon." The art director waves a hand at an assistant who begins to rummage through cases of props to find the replica firearms. "Miss Hunter: we want strong, fierce, city protector! You were given several awards as an entry level hunter, and your team all says that on the battle field there's no one they would want by their side more."
He looks at her through dark sunglasses, his head cocked to the side as he appraises her. "That's not coming through at all right now."
Her shoulders fall and she clenches her arms around herself more tightly.
"Right," she says. Her mind is already whirling, analyzing her own facial expressions, trying to remember how she moves in combat, how she feels while staring down a wanderer. Instead, the only thing on her mind is the plush give of her stomach beneath her fingertips where they sit on her exposed skin.
"If I may-" Rafayel interrupts, stepping forward with his camera hung around his neck. He quickly checks in with her, scanning her face for a moment. His lips curve downwards and a flash of concern lights his eyes, "-perhaps it would be best to pause until sunset. The lighting is a bit harsh for our model here. I don't blame her for not knowing where to look. A golden hour photo shoot will likely suit her better and we won't need to do as many breaks for touch ups."
The art director fixes Rafayel with his tinted gaze. It's hard to tell what he's thinking, but Rafayel just smiles. He swings his head back to his model who shrinks minutely under his sunglassed scrutiny.
"Sure," he agrees, and turns towards the rest of the crew, "Back here in an hour for sundown."
The crew begins moving again; covering lenses, latching cases, dusting sand off their knees, and genially conversing with each other.
Rafayel looks back at her, his lips screwing downward as he shrugs, "Should we get out of here for a bit, Miss Model? If I get any more grains of sand in my shoes, my feet are going to start making them into pearls."
"Who would want your stinky feet pearls anyway?" She rolls her eyes, but follows as Rafayel begins to wander down the beach, away from the shoot location. Her sullen shuffles leave sprays of sand behind her as she trudge with her arms crossed across her chest, hugging against herself at the waist.
"That's Lemuria's greatest secret: the heart and sole of our people." He jabs her lightly with his elbow. She sways, stepping out of line before swerving back into him and bumping her shoulder against him. He looks over at her, brows pinching together slightly as he loops his arm low across her back. His finger burrows into her closed fist, prying open her hand where it sits against her side.
She allows him in, stepping closer to him and leaning into his side as they clumsily walk down the beach together.
"You know I once met a widdle hermit crab that burrowed into my shirt like this." He says, looking down at her for a reaction, "He stole it right off my back! I guess he thought I was a sea snail, but without a shirt I was just a nude-ibranch."
She hums in response, but doesn't laugh or smack him like she usually would. A beat passes and Rafayel nuzzles his nose into her hair, his lips pressing a soft kiss into her scalp.
"Whatcha thinking about, cutie?" Rafayel's voice is soft, breathy, warm. It sounds like the sea breeze off a sun-kissed wave.
She turns her face into his chest even more, trusting him to not run her into a huge piece of driftwood or an abandoned fishing net.
"Cutiee," he wheedles, ducking down to chase her eyeline as she attempts to dodge him, "I'll keep telling bad jokes until you smile. They're only gonna get worse the more you make me tell. Just saying."
She rolls her eyes and lets out a chagrined scoff, finally meeting his gaze with eyes full of embarrassed tears. Rafayel stops in his tracks, pulling her in front of him, and searching her face.
"Hey, don't waste these tears on my shirt, they're too precious for that." His long finger slides along her lower lash, collecting a stray tear. He brings his finger to his lip and kisses it off his skin.
"Why don't you tell me what's wrong: then we can write it down, put it in a bottle, and send it off to the sea, yeah?" He nods at her as his hand cradles her face, trying to bring her gaze back to him.
She sighs, shoulders rising and falling dramatically as she looks up into his earnest gaze. She turns her face to the sea, eyes pinned on the horizon, blush creeping up her cheeks as she finally blurts out, "It's just… I feel so exposed! I'm up there all on my own and-!"
She stops herself, mouth screwing into a frown as she blinks back tears of embarrassment. Rafayel smiles, hands squeezing her bare shoulders.
"Well there's an easy solution to that, you know." Rafayel takes a step back, fingers sliding down the placket of his vibrant blue shirt and undoing the rest of the buttons. It comes apart to reveal the constellation of birthmarks scattered over his abs. He shrugs off the shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side and sliding down his denim shorts until he is left in his own swim trunks, the camera on its neck strap, and nothing else.
Rafayel plants a fist on his hip as he nods to her, "Now we're both exposed."
She stares at him, dumbstruck. Her eyes trail from his chuffed expression down to his bare legs and back up again. Her lips curve into a pout and her eyes water with tears again. She covers her face with her hands and curls in on herself.
Panic flashes in Rafayel's eyes as he steps towards her to comfort her again, but she holds out her hand to stop him and takes a deep breath. She squeezes her eyes shut to recenter herself, then peers out between her fingers.
She scoffs, and her words come out broken by pouting sobs, "Why are you so hot in a swimsuit?"
Rafayel is stunned. He freezes as the words mesh between the gears of his mind. He straightens slowly, taking in her cartoonish pout and the very real tears in her eyes. He can't help it, he laughs.
"What!?" She stamps her feet in frustration, lips forming a perfect upside-down 'U' as she glares at him. Her expression is so comical, his lips quiver to try to stifle the giggles but they burst forth anyway.
"Stupid fish," she grumbles as she starts to walk away, each trudging step kicking up small sprinkles of sand.
"Cutie! Wait!" Rafayel calls after her, long strides overtaking her irate stomps in no time. "You can't make a face like that and expect me to keep a straight face. You'd laugh too if you could see it, just saying."
She rolls her eyes, turning towards him to give him a piece of her mind but is interrupted by a flash.
Click.
She blinks at the camera in front of her face. Rafayel lowers the camera, opening the preview and chortling to himself before holding it up for her review.
"See?" He smiles slyly at her. The picture is ridiculous. Her face barely even looks like her, twisted into a caricature of sadness. A scoff bursts from her chest, wet with the remainder of a sob.
"You look like an entry in a Heartbreaker impersonation contest, cutie."
She laughs derisively, her lower lip jutting stubbornly. After a moment, the laugh migrates to her shoulders and she bounces in an attempt to stifle them.
"Told ya you'd laugh too," he says, voice full of fond warmth. He pulls her back into his embrace as her breaths settle into a regular rhythm and her sniffles subside.
"I just don't think I was the right choice for this… They should have sent Captain Jenna or even Simone!" Rafayel rubs soothing circles on her back while she vents. "Is it too late to go home and cancel?"
"Not at all. In fact, we could always just escape to the sea right now," Rafayel offers, leaning back to look down on her. "Just say the word and I'll summon the shark carriage for our getaway. Thomas can come back for the car if we ditch it, they'll never find us!"
She hums, daydreaming about taking that option, before sighing once in resignation. "Let's just go back and get this over with. If I'm gonna look like a mess then there's only so much that can be done about it."
She moves to step away and start walking back to the crew, but Rafayel holds her in place.
"You don't actually believe that, do you?" His voice is low as the breeze carries it the small distance from his lips to her ears. She flushes and looks back up at him to see his eyes searching hers, brows pinched together.
She looks away, ears heating under his scrutiny. "It doesn't matter, OK? Like I said: let's go back and get it over with and then we can just go home and not think about it anymore."
"You're not a mess," he states, fingers brushing back a strand of her hair that had come loose in the breeze, "you're beautiful."
She looks up at him from beneath her brow, "I'm not a swimsuit model."
"Of course you're not a model: you're a muse - my muse to be precise." His hands slide down to settle on her hips, fingers tangling in the waist chain that they had insisted she wear. She stiffens at the ticklish contact on her bare skin. Rafayel's touch is scorching, the heat from his palms making her sweat.
"Rafayel, you know what I mean: I'm not pretty enough to be in a swimsuit in some magazine. I don't have the right body, and it's just…" she trails off, eyes lowered. Her tone entreats him to not push her to continue the thought out loud.
"I don't know what you mean at all, actually." Rafayel's flippant voice carries a subtle edge. "When I look at you, I see a smile that shines like sunlight glinting off the crest of a wave. I see hair tousled in the breeze like silk tassels on a tapestry."
He steps back, holding the camera up to his eye and taking another picture.
Click.
Her cheeks begin to heat, flush creeping over her face to her ears.
"I see blush like the slow ripening of a peach in the summer and when I take a bite, the reward of your laugh is just as sweet."
She laughs and shakes her head at him.
Click.
"Your arms that are strong enough to carry me if you want to." His tone is teasing but the words drip with thirst from behind the camera.
Click.
"Your legs that always beat me in races… and that squeeze around me, pulling me in close to you."
Click.
"Your tummy, the second best pillow that I could ever ask for, that twitches and jiggles adorably when I tickle you." She steps forward to swat at him and he dodges her, stumbling in the sand and falling onto his back.
Click.
The shutter goes off as he falls, his expression as comically exaggerated as her pout earlier and she finally laughs with her whole body.
Click. Click. Click.
Rafayel grins up at her, winking through the viewfinder as he captures her laughing fit in his lens. She rolls her eyes, but the smile stays on her lips as she holds out a hand, "Any other parts of me I should appreciate?"
Mischief glints in his eyes, disguised by the sparkle of the sand in the sunset. Her eyes widen and she shrieks as he pulls her down beside him and rolls overtop of her, bracketing her thighs with his.
Click.
He smirks, lips curving up to hide behind the corner of the camera. "You look beautiful like this too."
She playfully slaps at his thighs and moves to sit up. Instead of letting her, he shifts his hips to pin her in place. His smirk only widens seeing her try to push him off, and instead only managing to dig herself further into the sand with all of her wriggling. Ducking his head, he pulls the neck strap for the camera up and off himself, setting the camera to the side.
She rolls her eyes to brush off her flustered expression as his eyes trail down her body, full of admiration. "The way the sand and sea spray glimmer on your skin is like a shimmering dream."
Rafayel leans down. Lips finding her earlobe, he whispers, "I love the way you shiver when I whisper in your ear."
He nips at the shell of her ear, tongue teasing at the earring that jingles gently like a wind chime. Goosebumps prickle over her skin in response, a soft voiced breath escaping her lips.
She can hear the smile in his voice as his lips move down her neck, "The sound of your voice when you try to hold it back is like sunlight shearing through a cloud on a stormy day."
Strategic kisses make her arch her back, hands grasping at him to pull him closer. He obliges, shuffling his knees down to lie on top of her, braced on his elbows and knees. His teeth bite down on the strap of her swimsuit and pull it down her shoulder.
Rafayel's tongue traces the line of her collarbone with reverence, whispering praises as he goes. "So perfect, the way your skin tastes. The way even your bone structure is so striking, my brush can't capture anything except the feeling left in my heart when I look at you."
She shivers under the onslaught of worship, arms wrapping around him. Her hands slide up and down his back, following the curve of his spine. His words come out as a groan, "What do I need to do to make you believe me, cutie?"
She turns her face to the side, not meeting his eye. He scoffs, lips kissing softly below her jaw.
"Do I need to show you?" The words are low, laced with a delectable threat. She looks up at him sidelong to see a predatory smugness painted on his features.
"Maybe you do," she says, lifting her chin in challenge.
Rafayel scoffs once; he loves to take the bait she lays out for him, to willingly letting her tighten her net around him. It doesn't matter if she ties him up, if she traps him, as long as it's her knife that cuts him loose what does it matter if it takes a few of his scales and a bit of his pride with it?
"Maybe I will," he responds.
His teeth pull down the swimsuit top to expose one breast. She gasps as his tongue circles her nipple, teasing the sensitive skin. "This is beautiful too; the colour of your areola against the blush on your chest, like a sunset reflecting off a cloud."
"Your breasts are so-" he doesn't even try to finish that sentence, instead just burying his face in her chest and groaning against her skin. Her fingers clench against the muscles of his back, one sliding up to cup the nape of his neck. She gasps as his teeth softly graze her nipple.
Rafayel's lips slide to her sternum, kissing down the center line of her body. "Your stomach is so plush and beautiful. The way it dents under my fingers is like a marble statue carved by one of the masters."
His lips perch at the soft pouch below her bellybutton and he bites her, making her yelp, "I like this, too."
He looks up at her, "Do you need me to go on?"
"I don't know if I understand." Her faux innocence is undercut by the heat in her tone. "I think you need to explain a little more."
Rafayel just hums, smiling as his fingers hook on the swimsuit ties at her hips. They come undone and the garment becomes slack. Rafayel pushes the fabric down with his nose, kissing his way down her mound until his lips arrive on her clit.
"The way you taste-" Rafayel groans as his tongue darts out between her folds, "I could eat you for every meal and never get tired."
She moans softly as his words puff over her pussy lips. Rafayel's nose nudges against her clit as his tongue delves deeper, sliding over her skin to collect every droplet of arousal that had accumulated during his earlier attention.
"The colour of your lips down here, so inviting. I should make a painting of all the colours I see in you, a flower garden in abstract, or a coral reef…" Rafayel mumbles into her skin, trailing off with a hum as he swallows heavily.
The rest of Rafayel's praises are mumbled against her skin as he dives into her. Her fingers knot in his hair and she can feel the words leave his lips, the way his voice vibrates against her skin and makes her clench and writhe. She grinds down on his face, absorbing his words into her body, his worship filling her and guiding her to her climax.
Her fingers puppeteer him by his hair, pushing him down into her further. She feels him moan in response, tongue working overtime as he teases at familiar places, following the rhythms and patterns he has honed to perfection. She gasps, increasing in pitch, every breath harmonizing with the whistle of the wind over the dunes as she comes. Her toes curl into the sand, and the tide kisses her feet.
Rafayel doesn't let up, lips and tongue kissing her cunt through her orgasm and slurping up every drop of arousal as she spasms beneath him. He lifts his hazy eyes to her face, taking in her lustful expression. He smirks in self-satisfaction as he kisses his way back up her stomach, trailing glistening saliva and arousal in the wake of his lips.
"Still don't believe me?" He hovers over her and she can smell the scent of herself on him. She blinks up at him slowly, seeing what he'll do next. Her thighs naturally wrap around him, knees perching on his hips to hold him to her. The wind and the tide have come in, making her shiver in the cold, but Rafayel's heat against her skin is so tangible and warm. She craves it.
"You make me like this and you won't even admit it's your fault," he pouts, breathlessly. His eyes draw downwards, glancing pointedly down at the bulge in his swim trunks. "Such a meanie, at least admit you know what you do to me."
She swallows heavily, nodding once and sucking her lower lip between her teeth. Rafayel palms his bulge before slipping his swimsuit down his hips. The tide is coming in, chilling the backs of her thighs and enveloping Rafayel's calves. The waves lap at their twined legs as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. The surface of the water is still warm, and the sand beneath them holds onto the heat of the sun.
Warm sunset glows in Rafayel's hair as it falls in front of his eyes. He drinks in her appearance, gazing into her eyes as she feels him nudge at her entrance. He watches her expression raptly as he pushes inside, biting his lip as he feels her warmth surround him.
Her eyelashes flutter, feeling him fill her slowly. Her legs pull him closer, wanting more, wanting faster, wanting harder. Rafayel's brow furrows as he holds still, breath puffing from his lips.
"Cuutiee," he moans, "you haven't done what I asked."
"Fishiee," she responds, whining and squeezing his hips with her thighs even harder, "It's your fault: you made me forget."
"Admit you're beautiful, admit you make me crazy." He begs her. He's too stubborn to give in and let her off the hook, but he wants her just as bad as she wants him.
For a moment, she feels like being stubborn right back, to let him face the consequences of the silly game he chose to play. She meets his gaze evenly, ready to set her jaw and refuse, but instead she feels something inside her melt. When Rafayel looks at her she knows that everything he said was true. As ridiculous as he is, as much as they tease and jab at each other, in his heart, he sees every part of her as beautiful inspiration.
She swallows hard, reaching up to hold his face. Her voice comes out with a waver that she hates, but she says the words anyway. "I'm beautiful."
Rafayel lets out a voiced breath he had been holding, relief softening his features. He turns to nuzzle into her hand and presses into her until he's seated to the hilt. They breathe together, his head bobbing in time with the waves that lap at their legs.
Her hand falls to his shoulder, pulling him into her embrace. Rafayel braces his forehead on her shoulder and starts to move. She runs her hands over his back. Her nails scratch his skin and trace the lines of his muscles as his hips slam into her.
She's still so wet from his mouth that he's able to set a relentless pace. His body moves with desperation, showing her how he feels with every thrust, pushing his adoration into her body. She pulls him deeper, touching him, feeling his skin on her skin as he moves. The warmth of him permeates her whole being, making her melt into his touch.
Faintly, she hears the click of a camera shutter but ignores it as the head of Rafayel's cock grazes that spongy spot inside her and makes her see stars. Her hands clench against his back, fingernails digging half-moons into his skin.
"Say it again, cutie," Rafayel pants, pushing up to look back into her eyes. "Tell me you know how beautiful you are."
A drop of sweat drips from his nose, splattering onto her cheek as she looks up at him through heavy lidded eyes. "I-hah- You- you showed me; I'm beautiful, Rafayel."
He nods, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. The water is now at their thighs and sloshes as he fucks her into the sand. White sea foam crawls up the shore, spreading from her hips like the lace on a veil before melting into the dark sand.
Rafayel watches her face, eyes wet and eyelids fluttering as he thrusts as deeply as possible. She stretches her neck up to kiss him, pulling him down into her arms again. Rafayel comes with a soft moan, lips parting against hers. She drinks him in, fingers sliding up to his neck to hold him to her and feeling his warmth fill her.
The sun sits on the horizon and for a moment they lie in each other's embrace, letting the waves wash over them. The water is cool, rinsing away the sweat and sand from their skin. Rafayel's body keeps her warm as the heat from the sand dissipates into the sea and the sky.
Rafayel pushes back up with a self-satisfied smile. He looks away with a smirk and then panic washes over his features. She turns to follow his eyes and sees a crab scuttling towards the shore with the strap of the camera pinched in its claw.
Their eyes widen and for a moment they just watch it dragging the camera along behind it, before coming to their senses. They stumble over each other and roll on the sand to snatch the camera back from the cancriform criminal. It stubbornly pinches down on the neck-strap, getting yanked into the air while it waves its free claw menacingly at Rafayel.
"Hey!" He chastises, pointing a finger at its eyestalks, "Shouldn't you have some respect for me?"
Rafayel is rewarded by a pincer swinging at his outstretched digit. He jerks his hand back to avoid getting pinched. She can't help but laugh, losing her balance on her numb legs and falling into the shallows with a splash.
Rafayel giggles, unwrenching the crab's claw from the strap and flinging him into the water. He holds up the camera to his eye, taking a few more rapid shots of her splashing around before he holds out his hand to her to help her up. She looks up at him with a challenge.
"You wouldn't pull in me and the camera!" Rafayel holds up the device with one hand, waggling it in front of her for emphasis. She scoffs but concedes, accepting the help and standing.
In the distance, they hear the sound of equipment being set up and directions being shouted over the whisper of the wind.
"Right on time." Rafayel grins, helpfully scooping her breast into position as she refastens the strap of her swimsuit.
She watches him with a soft smile on her lips. Fondness warming her heart. She leans in for one more kiss, "Thank you…"
Rafayel pulls her into a hug. They waddle awkwardly in each other's embrace before parting. Hand in hand and dripping wet, they make their way back to the set.
The director looks them up and down, appraisingly, "You were right. In this light she's absolutely glowing."
The light twinkles in Rafayel's eyes like sun off the caps of the waves as he grins down at her, "I told you so."
dividers by @/cafekitsune
This work is a part of the Lads Summerfest! It has some art work to go along with it, I'll link after it's posted! <3 The prompt words were Swimsuit and Photoshoot!! I had a lot of fun writing this, I haven't had a chance to write Raf like this in a while!!! Hope you enjoy and check out the collection of fics here on Ao3
thought about raf begging to touch you while you’re on your period but denying him cause you feel super gross about it but he’s so stubborn and keeps asking till he’s desperate because what is a little blood to him??
Summary: Per tradition, before Rafayel can fully become god of the sea he must spend a year on land to find his destined human bride. Unsure how to go about finding his bride he enlists the help of a matchmaker. Your new client is a bit strange but he seems genuine in wanting a love match. With a face that handsome it shouldn’t be too hard to find this “destined bride” he keeps going on about.
Content: Honeymoon period. Horny AF!Reader. Cowgirl. P in V. Creampie (make sure to wrap it friends!). Opera date.
Word Count: 4300
Chapters: (First) (Previous)
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“Rafayel, we’re in a hotel. They have this magical thing called room service where you can order whatever you want. You don’t need to cook.” you told your boyfriend as he stood in the kitchen of the suite, making a small feast for the two of you.
It felt good to say that. Boyfriend. Although technically in a way he was actually your fiance but until he actually proposed you were calling him your boyfriend. He could call you his bride all he wanted but you weren’t quite to that point yet.
“What do you think will taste better? Room service or my cooking?” Rafayel asked as he artfully arranged a plate of food.
“Yours, obviously,” you jumped down from the stool you were sitting on and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle. “But room service means less time cooking and more time to ourselves.”
You watched the back of his neck get redder. “You make a good point.”
You had half expected him to be all cocky and confident after having sex. In your experience men were usually so self-satisfied that they got laid but Rafayel was almost coy. The man had you seeing stars all night, so patient and attentive, learning carefully what you liked, and then this morning he was almost embarrassed. Perhaps that was to be expected being his first time and all.
Your hands started edging under his shirt and he had to pull away to push a plate of piping hot food into your hands. “Eat first, sex after.”
“Food and sex at the same time?” you suggested.
“I think that works better for cold foods like chocolate and cake, not hot rice.”
“What I’m hearing is that I should order some cake to be delivered to the room.”
“Maybe.” The red in his neck started creeping into his face. He needed to stop being so cute if he didn’t want you to fuck him stupid right now.
You were distracted eating your food, your mind wandering as you watched Rafayel. Indecent thoughts popping in as you studied his hands and lips and the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. It was like a switch had been flipped in your head. Gone were all your other responsibilities and interests, all you wanted was to get the boy back in bed.
Good god it had been so long since the last time you had sex. You hadn’t even realized how pent up you were until you finally got the itch scratched.
Rafayel looked up from his plate and rolled his eyes. “Your food is getting cold.”
“Judging by how red you are I think my meal is getting hotter by the minute actually.”
He choked, coughing up his food again. “Cutie!”
You laughed and finally picked up your fork. “You are too easy to mess with, Raf.”
“Is that all I am to you? A piece of meat?” he clutched his shirt, blocking your view of the little patch of his chest and that mole you loved.
“Physically or…?” He flicked a pea at you. “Hey!”
“Eat your food or the rest of this weekend is going to be all about cuddles and nothing else.”
“Do you think you’d be able to adhere to that punishment too though?” you asked.
“I can certainly try.”
“Uh huh.” you started eating in earnest. Your leg stretched under the small table, your foot finding his leg and languidly passing it up and down his calf.
He didn’t stop you but the red in his face was now spreading to his ears and you noticed he was shoveling more food into his mouth even faster. He finished first, clearing his throat and standing up from the table. “I’m gonna work on some sketches,” he announced and practically jumped over the couch to grab his sketchbook from the coffee table.
You pouted but kept eating until most of the food was gone. As quietly as you could you slid from your seat and studied Rafayel sitting on the couch, his back to you. You smiled to yourself and started stripping out of your clothes then padded lightly over to the couch. Rafayel hadn’t seemed to notice you and you peeked to see what he was drawing.
It was a figure from the hips up, naked curves and a mischievous smile. Was that you? You leaned closer and Rafayel turned his head, kissing your cheek. You jumped, causing him to laugh. “You realize I can see your reflection in the TV, right?”
You looked up and sure enough you could see your naked reflection in the blank screen. He had been sketching you while you stripped.
“And you didn’t say anything because?”
“More fun this way.” He motioned for you to come to front. “Would you be my model again, my little witch?”
“You want to draw me while I’m…” Your arms crossed over your chest, suddenly much more conscientious of your body.
“Yes.” he said, his artist’s eye scanning your body up and down. “Stand however you like but you have to keep your arms at your sides.”
You slowly uncrossed your arms, forcing them flat against your sides. Rafayel smiled and flipped to a new page in his sketchbook. Much like the last time he had drawn you you found it hard to keep still, wanting to fidget and cover yourself as he studied you. What made it worse though was how pathetically needy you were right then. It was helped none by the fact that you could see him getting hard. Every time his eyes flicked to you he shifted a bit in his seat. Sometimes he would catch himself staring for longer than was necessary.
He propped the sketchbook on one of his legs, pencil still hovering over the page but his other hand was trying to adjust himself so the confines of being in a pair of pants wasn’t as uncomfortable. You could feel the arousal skimming down your pressed thighs. Rafayel adjusted himself again, or maybe he was using that excuse to grind against his palm. Another rush of heat spread between your legs and an honest to god whimper left your throat.
Rafayel’s eyes snapped to yours and you cracked under his intense sunset gaze. You marched forward, pulling the sketchbook out of his hands and slapping it down hard on the coffee table. “Witchy, I wasn’t done--”
“I am.” You climbed on top of him, hands pulling on his hair as you forced his mouth against yours. Your hips ground down on his clothed erection, panting as the material dampened and dragged along your clit. You needed more though. You needed him inside you.
Your hands fumbled for the zipper on his pants, letting out a frustrated sigh when you couldn’t immediately get it to go down.
“Easy, don’t hurt yourself,” he joked as you finally tugged it down although his condescension only lasted a moment before you had your hand cupping him through his underwear. His hips rose to grind against your palm. There was a wet patch where the head had been leaking that you traced in tight circles with your thumb.
His head tipped back and you kissed the underside of his jaw and down his exposed neck. His hands trailed up and down your sides, giving your ass a few playful squeezes when they roamed lower.
You tugged his underwear down to free his cock, the naked flesh hot and heavy in your hand. You ran the head along your folds, coating him in your arousal until he was slick and slippery. You lifted your hips, positioning him at your entrance before sinking down.
“W-Wait,” Rafayel moaned as you slid down inch by inch. “Condom, we don’t have a--fuck cutie, you gotta stop moving.”
Damn it. The condoms were still in the bedroom. But you didn’t want to run off and grab one, not when he was already halfway in you and you were too desperate to move.
You wrapped your arms around him, trying in vain to get the rest of the way down but he was holding your hips from going any farther. “Please, Raf,” you clenched around what was still in you. “Please let me.”
“I will, we need a condom first--”
“I’m on the pill.” Your nails dug into his back. “Please just let me keep going.”
“Pill?”
“Birth control pills, they keep you from getting pregnant. Please,” you whined, “Wanna keep going.”
“If you were on this pill then why did we bother with the condoms--”
“Raf!” You were close to sobbing, your body in such desperate need it was pitiful.
“Okay,” he let go of your hips and you slammed the rest of the way down. “Fuck!” he hissed as your cunt swallowed him whole.
You were riding him hard, within a few minutes your legs were burning with the effort of repeatedly slamming yourself down on him but you couldn’t stop. The raw heat and feel of him inside was exactly what you had been craving all morning. For his part Rafayel was letting you take the lead, watching with glazed eyes full of adoration and desire as you took everything you wanted from him.
You had been envisioning this exact scenario for a while, it felt unreal to actually see it come true. In that way you never wanted it to end but you could feel your legs starting to quit on you.
“It’s alright, cutie,” he moaned out as your thrusts got sloppier, “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Raf,” your hips were rutting against him. “Help. My legs, I can’t…”
“All you needed to say,” he grabbed you by the ass and started thrusting up into you even harder.
Your head tipped back, moans echoing against the ceiling as he took control of your body, helping you move as your body turned slack in his arms.
“So pretty,” he murmured against your skin, chin resting between your breasts as he stared up at you. “So much better than what I pictured in my head, cutie. Seeing all of you, feeling all of you,” he grunted, his words barely audible over the sound of your bodies pounding together. “My beautiful bride, my witch, taking everything she wants, just like she deserves.”
“I’m gonna come!” your eyes were full of tears as you stood so close to the precipice but couldn’t teeter over the edge just yet. “Rafayel!”
“It’s okay, let go,” his legs tensed, his breathing getting more erratic as he also neared his climax. “I want you to. Come all over my lap. Do it. Do it now!”
A cracked cry that fractured the air around you escaped from the inner depths of your gut as you came. The tingles and shocks of your euphoria were doubled when not a moment after you came you felt a hot flood pour into you and the ecstasy relapsed. Rafayel cradled you against him, rocking slowly as you both tried to catch your breath and rode out the final waves of pleasure.
With the clarity of a satisfied body your brain was coming back online and it was then you realised what you had just done. You could feel Rafayel’s cum leaking past the plug of his cock and dripping onto his pants and the couch. Now, you were indeed on the pill but you always used a condom when having sex for the added protection. You had never compromised on that before but this man had you so goddamn horny you rode him raw even after he tried to tell you to grab a condom.
It was a good thing you loved this man or else you may have spiraled. Well, spiraled more. “Your fault,” you muttered into his neck.
“What’s my fault?” he asked, voice quiet and soothing.
“I’m horny all the time now.”
He chuckled, holding you closer. “I’ll take full blame for that but I won’t apologize for it.” He pulled you off of him and you could feel his cum dripping out of you. Fuck, you shouldn’t have found that as hot as you did. He laid you against the couch and propped your legs open wide before peeling off his now ruined pants. You expected him to cover your body and go for a round two but instead he picked the sketchbook back up and flipped to another new page.
“Don’t move until I’m done this time.” he said.
You were beginning to understand something about the man you were dating. Some guys liked taking pictures of their girlfriend, yours liked drawing them. If you hadn’t just had the life fucked out of you maybe you’d be fidgeting more but you were currently boneless and tired and uncaring that Rafayel was drawing you in such a vulnerable position or that the cum leaking out of you was no doubt ruining the couch cushions. Oh those poor maid service people were gonna have to clean this up.
“Oh no, someone’s thinking about something serious.” Rafayel said, face creasing with an exaggerated frown. “You were in such a peaceful daze a moment ago, what happened?”
“We ruined the couch,” you muttered.
He smirked. “I think it’s only truly ruined if we manage to break it. The day is young yet, we still have time.”
“Raf!” you covered your face with your arm.
“Joking, my witch.” He pressed a kiss to your knee. “As fun as that would be I do need you able to walk later so we can make our evening plans.”
“What plans?” you asked, peeking back at him.
His smile grew. “It’s a surprise.”
After he had finished his sketch he set the sketchbook aside and picked you up to take you back to the bedroom. He made love to you again and again until the hour started to get late and you were forced out of bed and into the shower. He had said he needed you able to walk for your plans but even though he had been gentle about it all day your legs were still jelly. It wasn’t helped by him pausing your shower halfway through to drop to his knees and eat you out against the shower wall.
In such a short amount of time he had learned just how to play your body. He was an artist after all, it shouldn’t have surprised you that he had an eye for detail, especially when said detail made you scream his name and grind your cunt against his face.
Eventually you were able to pull yourselves from the shower and dry off. You had the blow dryer and were drying Rafayel’s hair for him. You really just wanted the excuse to run your fingers through his hair and watch the way he preened under your touch like he was one of your cats.
“You gonna tell me what we’re doing now?” you asked as you left the bathroom. “I kinda need to know if I want to get dressed.”
“Already ahead of you.” He went over to the closet and pulled out a garment bag. “For you.”
“Why do I get the feeling this isn’t my usual black cocktail dress?” you laid the bag out and pulled down the zipper. Inside was a silky gown in deep red. Before you could process what was in front of you Rafayel pulled out a matching pair of shoes to go with it.
“Raf, how much did this cost?” it looked far too luxurious.
“Not nearly as much as you are worth.” he answered with a kiss to your cheek. “Get dressed, we don’t want to be late.”
“Late for what though!”
Rafayel didn’t answer but instead grabbed a similar garment bag to yours and started changing into the ensemble he had. With shaking hands you pulled the dress off the hanger and slipped it on. It fit like a glove. Rafayel seemed to have a knack for that. When did he even buy this? Was this another gown he purchased cause he wanted to paint it and it just so happened to be in your size? Once was strange but twice would be insane.
You turned around and saw that Rafayel was in a tuxedo with accents that matched the red of your dress. He clutched a hand over his heart and collapsed against the bed. “It’s too much, my bride is too beautiful.”
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “And don’t lay like that, you’re gonna rumple your clothes.”
He stood back up and took you in his arms. “How else am I supposed to react when I see my love dressed so beautifully?”
“Most people just say a complement and move on.”
“Boring.” He pecked your lips. “But now I get to do your makeup again.”
“I don’t know, last time I let you do my makeup we ended up ruining it.”
“You can blame that on the sexual tension. Although it will be hard not to kiss you over and over anyway.” He sat you down on a chair and draped a clean towel around your neck so no makeup ended up getting on your dress.
“I like having my own personal makeup artist, takes a lot of the stress out of getting ready for nice evenings.” you said as he started prepping your skin.
“And you are my favorite canvas.”
Unlike all the other times he did your makeup it didn’t feel strange or unnatural for him to be this close. You were already as close as two people could be. You could breathe and focus on the man before you without any guilt. The only issue was that you did want to close the gap between you to kiss him again.
“Beautiful,” he said as he finished. “Some of my best work to date.”
“Great. Are you gonna tell me what we’re doing now?” you asked.
“No.”
“Oh come on!” you slumped into his arms. “Just tell me!”
“That ruins the whole point of a surprise.” He tilted your head down to kiss to the top of it. “Get your shoes on and let’s get going.”
You groaned in annoyance but pulled on the shoes and took Rafayel’s arm as you left the suite. Outside a limo of all things was waiting for you. Had he rented this as well?
You slid inside and Rafayel poured you both a glass of the champagne that was waiting inside. “Seriously, where are we going that needs to be this fancy?”
“We’re almost there, you’ll see,” he clinked his glass against yours.
The limo stopped and the door opened. You could hear the sound of a crowd. Rafayel slid out of the car first then held a hand out for you. When you stepped out you saw that you were outside the marble walls of Linkon Music Hall. Many others dressed in gowns and tuxes were filing in through the doors.
You had always wanted to come here to see a show but had never gotten the chance. You turned to look at Rafayel, your mouth open in shock. “Are we seeing a show?”
“An opera, actually,” he led you through the doors. The inside sparkled with golden light reflected off the tall ivory ceilings decorated with intricate molding and a grand staircase that everyone was ascending to their seats.
You climbed the stairs to the balcony. The doors opened to let you into the auditorium and you stared wide eyed at the room before you. Inside the room was painted in shades of midnight blue and deep indigo. Tiny crystalline lights sparkled against the ceiling it giving the illusion that you were underneath a starry sky. Tall white columns cut against the dark walls and carved into them were flowers and vines. They were so lifelike that you almost thought the building was letting wild plantlife grow inside.
You found your seats near the front and you were both handed a program.
Tristan and Isolde
Starring Zhang Rong and Talia Tan
You were seeing Talia’s opera! You knew that she was often away at rehearsals but you never thought you’d actually get to see a performance of hers!
“We need to make sure to thank auntie for getting us these seats after the performance.” Rafayel said. He was watching you soak it all with a wide pleased smile. “Are you happy?”
“Happy doesn’t begin to describe it.” You were practically bouncing in your seat.
You opened the program to read over the synopsis and look at who else was in this performance before the lights went down and the curtains were pulled back to begin the show. You had often listened to recorded performances that Rafayel’s aunt had done in the past but hearing it in person was something else entirely. Her voice was beautiful, ethereal even, and you had to wonder if maybe there was credence to the idea that sirens were real. She was a Lemurian so it wasn’t unfeasible.
The performance washed over you, taking you away with the reverberating voices and swells of music that you felt down to your toes. By the time the intermission started you were already tearing up. Rafayel dabbed at your cheeks with a tissue. “Enjoying it so far?”
“It’s wonderful.” you turned and kissed him. “Thank you so much for all of this. The hotel, the dress, the show, it’s all amazing.”
“Anything that makes you smile is well worth it.” A dab of red stained his lips with the kiss but even after you pointed it out he refused to clean it. You tried to forcibly clean it too but he kept shifting his face away. “No, it’s mine! I wanna keep it.”
“You are such a child.” Your playful bickering ended when the lights went down again and the next act began.
Soon enough you forgot about the lipstick stain on Rafayel’s mouth, focused instead on the tragic love story playing out before you. If you were tearing up before you were fully crying now, no doubt ruining the makeup Rafayel had so lovingly painted as hot tears slid down your cheeks.
As the last note was sung and the curtain closed you shot to your feet along with the rest of the theatre, clapping and shouting praises. The curtain opened again as everyone stepped forward to give their bows. You did not miss that the loudest cheer came when Talia came to take her bow. A handsome man entered from stage left, handing her a large bouquet of flowers and kissing her before setting her forward to take one more bow with the group.
Everyone began to file back out but Rafayel instead took you down a separate hallway until you were at a stage door. Someone let you inside and there was the cast talking and congratulating each other on a great performance. Talia spotted you and Rafayel and stepped away from the crowd to greet you both.
“My dears!” she hugged you both. “You look stunning, I’m glad to see my nephew is spoiling you like you deserve.”
“You were amazing.” you were smiling ear to ear. “It was a beautiful performance. I cannot begin to tell you how much I adored every second of it!”
“Thank you very much,” she looked at Rafayel and her brows knit. “Raf, you understand you have lipstick on your face, do you not?”
“He won’t wipe it off.” you groaned.
“And I won’t.” he hugged Talia. “You were great, auntie. But uh…who was the guy that gave you the flowers?”
“Oh, I haven’t had the chance to introduce you yet with your own lovers woes going on.” Talia waved to the man that had brought her the flowers on stage. He walked over, hands folded behind his back.
“Yes darling?” the man said.
“I wanted to introduce you, this is my nephew and his girlfriend. I’ve told you all about them already.” Talia looked back to you two. “This is Felice Moscatello. He’s fashion designer, he actually designed all the costumes you saw in tonight’s performance. And as of last night he is also my fiance.”
“What!” Rafayel’s jaw dropped. “I didn’t even know you were dating anyone!”
“When did you ever ask?” Talia retorted.
“Congratulations!” you hugged Talia. “That’s amazing, I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you, my dear,” she squeezed you tight. “No congratulations from my nephew?” she pinned Rafayel with a single look.
“Sorry if I was a bit shocked to hear you were suddenly engaged.” Rafayel smiled and lifted his aunt off her feet in a huge hug. “Congratulations, auntie. I hope he makes you happy.”
“He does.” She turned to face her fiance, eyes overflowing with love for the man beside her. You wondered briefly if you looked like that when looking at Rafayel, you hoped so.
“Well I am famished,” Talia said. “How about after I get changed we all go out for dinner and you can all get to know each other better? We will be family in no time at all.”
“Sounds great.” you let Talia go to her dressing room and got to talking with her fiance. They had been dating for a while, he met Talia when she made an appointment for a custom gown and the rest was history. Apparently half the time Rafayel thought his aunt was at rehearsals it was actually to go on dates. She had been wanting to introduce them for a while but with Rafayel’s own relationship woes she was waiting until things had settled. Now that you and Rafayel were officially together, paired with their recent engagement, now was the time apparently.
You all four went out to dinner and it warmed your heart being in the midst of this little family. It made your heart ache a little thinking of your own so far away. You glanced over at Rafayel who was trying in vain to stop his aunt from telling an embarrassing story about him, that lipstick stain still clinging stubbornly to his mouth. Maybe it was time that you thought about introducing him to your own family. Especially if…
The euphoria of the past couple of days dimmed somewhat in that brief moment. What would become of your family if you left with Rafayel?
