A VIRGIN’S GUIDE TO SEX 101
MDNI 18+
Paring: Rafayel x Shy Black Female Reader (No specific skin tone mentioned).
Summary: Who knew reading a smutty book to your boyfriend could lead to you losing your virginity.
Context: Virgin!Rafayel, Virgin!Reader, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, oral sex, squirting, soft dom Rafayel, kinda submissive reader, soft sex, Reader described as a bit chubby/curvey with stretch marks, Reader has box braids in her hair and an Afro.
A/N: This was in my drafts for awhile!
Word Count: 4.8k (most of it is the smut part lol).
Fresh sea water dripped from your scalp onto the lower section of your back, releasing a calming chill that relaxed the tense muscles of your shoulders.
The day was still fresh, sun dripping through the thin white drooped curtains of Rafayel’s Studio with a pleasant evening glow. The two of you had just returned from the beach, a public one far too long a drive from his house for your liking.
You were tired and spent, all you wanted to do after basking under the warmth of the sun was rest, maybe finish the romance book you got from the Linkon City Mall tonight.
You were already aligned with the clock, book
In hand as you skimmed through the pages of a love story build up while Rafayel carefully detangled and rid you of your braids from behind.
The echo of the beads in your hair ricocheted in the semi quiet studio along with the soothing sound of Rafayel humming a light melody in your ear and the rushing ocean waves clashing against rocks outside.
“I’m almost done, I just have a few more rows left to detangle. How’s the book?” You hum, adjusting your gaze from the scrambled words in front of you to a set of playful iridescent eyes gleaming over your shoulder. “It’s ok, it’s just a bit mediocre.” “Oh really, how so?”
You cough into your hand, clearing your throat as you flick back a few pages to a section you left moments before, you put on your best to put on a serious narrative , “She wasn’t like anything Edward had seen, she was mysterious, tall and beautiful, and the nail on the coffin, is she wasn’t interested in him in the slightest.” Rafayel leans into the wet texture of your scalp, eyes following along with the words from your mouth to the words on the page as you recite countless corny phrases that make the both of you cringe into one another.
“Wait–“ he sits up again, starting to detangle a section he was working on once again “don’t stop reading, I like stupid books like this. Besides, it’ll keep me entertained.”
You shoot him an unserious glare, licking your lip before flipping to the next page. “Is my company not entertaining enough for you?” He raises a hand in mock defense, the other gliding through your hair with a rat tail comb. “C’mon, cutie, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”
He smiles at you, and you can’t help but give a small one back in return. You continue reading, filling the set silence with the melodic sound of your voice. Rafayel’s nose would grow ten inches if he said he asked you to read out loud from pure interest in the literature alone. Your voice challenged the greatest melodies that grazed the Earth in his opinion. It was a blessing to hear how words rolled sweetly off your tongue.
It soothed him unlike any medicine the world had to offer.
The two of you leaned into one another as you continued to read, neither of you knew what was next, it was honestly hilarious to you how Rafayel’s face scrunched up in disgust at all the male leads lines. It was just what you needed after a long day.
—
Time was wearing thin, the fresh blues of the evening skies that shined through the window were now a hazy dark orange that basked the two of you in a beautiful tangerine. Rafayel was on the last section of your hair, and you were on the near end of this…”interesting” book. You shift the crinkled page away to reveal the last chapter, the main leads had already got together at this point, kissing all the way up in an elevator to the male lead's high class suite. You had to catch yourself quite a few times, some words making the corner of your ears and cheeks warm in embarrassment from how lewd the details were. The author may have made the overall story cliche, but damn did she know how to write a good sex scene.
You tried to stop, close the book, but Rafayel urged you to continue, rubbing your shoulder with one of his free hands. “Are you gonna finish the book, cutie? Or should I take your place?”
Despite his protest, Rafayel didn’t say a single word as you read. He let you read up until the kiss scene, he let you read up until Edward had Alica sprawled out on his silken sheets, he let you read as you described how the bedroom was practically torn apart as the two clawed at each other.
He let you read all of it, he’d be a dirty liar to say hearing your honeyed voice read such a provocative story didn’t create a large bulge in his swim trunks.
Well, it’s not like he’d have to say much at all if you looked hard enough.
“Okay—I think that’s enough for today.” You shut the book closed in a single motion as you feel the last braid in your hair unravel into its natural texture. You were beyond embarrassed reading such a thing in front of your boyfriend, but you don’t know why you didn’t have the strength to stop.
The smell between your legs lingered with arousal, your puffy clit pulsing lightly against the thick fabric of your swimsuit. A normal glance between your thighs could confuse your puddled slick as ocean water, but Rafayel wasn’t normal, he could smell the need oozing from your very core like it was a perfume sprayed into the air of his studio.
And damn did it turn him on.
“You’re done, right? I’m gonna take a shower.” You shuffle the book behind your back, trying to hide the cause of the shame that came from your mouth moments earlier. You lean up to stand, wanting to distance yourself as much as possible from the silence. It felt too awkward now.
As you stand up to leave a soft tug pulls you back to Earth. You were seated snug on Rafayel’s lap, your heaving chest pressed flush against his own rapid one. His cheeks were pink, ears flushed out and warm to the touch. You shifted, and you could feel the emptiness between the two of you connect with his bulge. He felt huge, and the way he gripped your plush body to his made your clothed cunt drag deliciously across the semi hard surface.
“Don’t—“ he let go of your wrist, grabbing the small of your back to pull you in closer, like he wasn’t satisfied with the distance enough. “You read that kind of stuff all the time?” He was comfortably uncomfortably close, his nose brushing against yours as his breath fanned across your already warm skin. You shake your head timidly as your eyes trail down to the floor to avoid the intensity of his gaze. You lick your dried lip, trying to avert your attention on a small pencil near his art desk.
“It’s not like I got that on purpose. I just picked up a random book.”
He kissed your temple, his lips felt like lava against your already burning skin, the fact the two of you were panting softly onto one another didn’t help either. He brushed his hand over your damp hair, pulling you deeper into him as he possibly could as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, sniffing your aroma like it was an aphrodisiac. “You’re soaking, I can smell it all over you, baby..did you like the story that much?” His voice was unbearably gentle, so honeyed and light against your skin. He wasn’t judging you, not at all, his tone was exasperated, it didn’t take much from you to make him feel like mush.
Your eyes flutter open in shock, embarrassment? You couldn’t tell. Was there more about his body that you didn’t know about? What did he mean he could “smell you?” Did Lemurians really have senses that high?
“Did you like the type of things he did to her?” He takes your palm again, tracing the inner skin along your veins with the dull tip of his nail. “You want me to do that to you, don’t you.” It was more a statement than a question, he didn’t need an answer when you were already so worked up against him, already dripping down your inner thighs like a sweet soda for him to slurp whole.
“C’mon, pretty girl. Answer me.”
You swallow the sharp lump in your throat, seating yourself back to gaze into the pussy drunk expression on your boyfriend’s face. He rubs your thigh, urging you to tell him the truth you both already know. You nod your head, hands resting on his chest as you feel his estranged heartbeat pulse against your palm.
“I’ve thought about rough kinks like that, yeah. But I never really acted on it since we never had sex before.”
It was true, you both had been together for a good while, each time you thought you were ready to muster up the courage and ask him about it you’d chicken out. You’ve never had sex before, what if you were bad? What if you didn’t feel or taste good? What if he was disgusted with the stretch marks on your body? Endless possibilities flooded your head once again, making you scrunch your nose in self doubt. The gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend though, you come back to reality as his other hand slides to your cheek, focusing your attention to him alone.
“What’s on your mind, talk to me”
His thumb strokes the fat of your cheek, making all your worries temporarily disappear within a blink. You bite your lip, chewing the soft flesh nervously before you speak. “I’m a virgin, I never really thought I’d be any good in bed” his eyes soften the more you speak, thumb circling into your skin as he urges you to continue “I’m also—“ you hesitate “I’m also a bit nervous about you seeing my stretch marks. Scared you’ll think they’re ugly.”
Rafayel grabs your hand, bringing it to his soft lips as he gives it a gentle peck. “Baby, I don’t care that you’re a virgin. I am too, no one is going to be perfect on their first go.”
“And I especially don’t care if you have stretch marks..think you’re so beautiful.”
His reassurance eases your soul, you lean into his touch, nestling deep into his palm as he continues pressing gentle kisses over your knuckles. “My only priority is to make sure you feel good. Always has been.”
“I wanna make you feel good too, Rafayel..”
“Then let’s make each other feel good. Okay, baby?”
He lets out a sharp gasp at your words, grappling his gentle hands across the plush of your thighs, lightly shifting you so you’d grind into the hard bulge seated in his trunks. You breathe out, mouth catching nothing but air until he locks his lips to your own, drowning your senses onto his tongue.
Small strands of hair clung to both of your faces, you were both still damp from the beach but neither of you seemed to care. The only thing that mattered in this moment was each other. Rafayel moved his hands from your hips to your shoulders, tugging at your swimsuit straps “can I? You tell me to stop, and I’m seated. I won’t go further if you don’t—“
“I want you too, Raf, please?” A quiet plea left your lips, urging him to pull the straps down just above your stomach, stopping when he reached your exposed chest. He cupped the sides of your breasts, causing an involuntary whimper to fall from your plump lips. His thin fingers traced over your pebbled nipples, now completely hard and sensitive due to the chilled air in the studio. “You like that?”
You shiver under him, jerking your hips to him lightly for more “you do..”
Rafayel’s warm lips parted, sinking onto your breast as his tongue circled around your nipple, appreciating your rich flavor with his mouth while his free hand tended to your other neglected bud. He switched his menstruation’s, coming up for air before kissing along your chest up to your warm face.
“I’ll take you somewhere more comfortable. Wanna make sure you feel nice.” You clung to Rafayel’s wide shoulders, nails piercing into his back as he lifted you up into his arms into his dim chilled bedroom. It was still sunset, patches of orange flushed over his heated skin. The clock ticked closer to 7:00 P.M, you both had been making out that couch for a good hour.
“You look so pretty, I can’t wait to be inside you..”
he whispered soft promises into your throat, lowering you onto the satin yellow bedsheets on his giant circular bed. “Smell so sweet..”
he lowered the stringy sleeves of your swimsuit past your upper stomach, but you reached a hand out to stop him.
“What’s wrong, cutie?”
You know he said that he wouldn’t care about the shape or stretches carved into your body, but the nauseous feeling still made its way from your guts into your head, making you feel queasy at the thought of him seeing that part of you.
“Do you want me to stop?”
You rapidly shake your head, trying to collect your thoughts with shallow breaths. “No- no. I just–“ you press a hand to your chest “I’m just scared.”
Rafayel’s lips morph into a grim frown. He’d wanted your first time to be special for you, comfortable and sweet. Just seeing you degrade yourself made his chest hurt in ways he didn’t know it could. “What can I do to ease your nerves?” He lifted your hand, kissing his way down your palm to calm you down.
“I don’t know, I’m just being silly..”
“Don’t talk like that.”
You quickly retract your tongue after his stern reaction, melting into the crowd of pillows on his bed to try and hide away your shame. “I’m sorry for making all of this difficult..”
“You’re not, I’m here for you.” Rafayel’s demeanor instantly softened at your skittish state, eyes filled with a sense of guilt from his strong emotions earlier. He leans forward, whispering into the shell of your ear to ease you “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I want you to know that there’s not a thing wrong with your body.”
“I don’t think I can even worship it enough in one night, hell, even for an eternity.”
“I just want to make you feel cared for, and if you’ll let me show you..you’ll see how much you affect me. It doesn’t take much.” It never does.
You swallow a thick layer of spit down your throat, struggling to find the right words to respond, so you give a simple nod of your head, laying back onto the chilled bedsheets with your gaze fixed on the ceiling to distract yourself.
—
Your swimsuit wasn’t even fully gone yet and your body was covered in sore bites from your relentless lover. The bottom of the swimsuit hung over your sex, dangling over your barely visible pussy. Each patch of exposed skin exposed to the thin air would be replaced by Rafayel’s mouth as he worshiped every curve of your body with light kisses and gentle bites that lightly stung your skin.
The stretch marks and larger areas of your body were met with a gentleness, Rafayel traces all your scars, with light kisses of his tongue, memorizing the pattern of your skin like a puzzle. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
The scent between your thighs was a damn drug. Inch by inch Rafayel roamed, kissing your whole body until he was met with the last tug that would let out the most fragrant smell that ever blessed his soul.
“Look at me”
You peek your eyes down from the ceiling to shyly meet his gaze, your lip trembling beneath your teeth from the bite marks he left on your body. “There you go, don’t look away.”
A strangled moan erupted rom Rafayel’s perked lips as he took off what was left of your swimsuit, his nose burying into your thigh as he nuzzled his cheek deep into the softness of your skin. You felt so soft..smelt so good, it was hard to even focus on anything other than your honeyed arousal spilling from your warm cunt to your thighs.
He licked up the curve of your inner thigh, scooping up your essence on his tongue with a low groan of approval. You close your thighs tightly together “Rafayel— don’t smell me, it’s embarrassing!”
“Embarrassing?” His hand slips between your legs, pulling them open with little to no effort. His voice is an octave low, breath rapid and hushed, he looked too far gone. “Don’t be embarrassed..I’ll make you feel so good.”
It feels like he could just cum from the taste of you alone, his lips kiss over your quivering pussy, parting your folds with his tongue back and forth in laps, trying to convince your pussy to let out more of its nectar down your slit.
You groan, the newfound feeling foreign to your body, it felt like you had butterflies in your lower stomach. “F-Fuck, Rafayel..”
he grabs your hands, forcing your palms onto his scalp to hold on to. His arms then wrap around your thighs, lifting them up and over his shoulders so he can have better access to you.
“R-Ra—fayel!”
“Mhmm—“
“Fuck— so pretty for me..”
He mumbles into you, lips puckered over your small puffy clit as his tongue traces over the bundle of nerves in slow concentrated strokes.
You’re twitching under him, thighs trying their best to stay still from squeezing his head tight, you’re a wreck.
“Rafayel—! I think I’m gonna—!”
He hums into you, sound vibrating through your core and over your aching clit. He doesn’t stop at your warning, only urging you on as he helps build you up to the top so he can catch you when you fall.
You buck against him once
Twice
A third time, until finally you feel a snap deep within your core. You shake under his strong hold as he helps you through your orgasm, slurping and sucking your clit as you whine out into the silent room. “Let it out, let it all out, baby.”
“Ah—“
“There you go..fall for me”
He catches you, hands rubbing comforting circles on your sore thighs. A line of spit connects you to his mouth, but he pulls away, leaving you to whine from the cold loss.
“Shh, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Gonna stretch you out on my fingers, ok?” His thumb circles firmly on your clit, trying to relax your body enough so there’d be little to no pain when he initially slips one in.
You’ve fingered yourself before, the feeling mediocre from your own hand alone, but you’ve never had something this long and thick inside you—ever. Rafayel had pretty hands, on the outside they were polished, soft and slender, but inside you it was a totally different story. One finger at first was fine, but then he added another, causing you to grit your teeth as a tiny pinch of pain mixed with a concept of pleasure filled your body.
“It hurts..”
Rafayel halted his fingers, rubbing his thumb over your clit once again to help open you up more. “M’sorry, baby. Do you need me to stop?”
You shake your head, furrowing your brows in concentration “no, just–just give me a second to adjust.” You sit there for a good minute, panting out as Rafayel soothingly rubs your clit, helping the subtle pain ebb past. His expression was hungry, concentrated and drunk, just the sight of you struggling to take even a mere two fingers made him breathless.
“You can move..”
He holds the side of your hip for stability before the large digits inside you spread, molding their shape in your spongy walls with ease thanks to the built up slick from your orgasm. You hiss, eyes shutting as you let out a deep sigh.
Rafayel’s thumb never lifts off your clit, rubbing thin circles into it as his thin fingers piston in and out your sex. The room was filled with your soft whimpers and lewd squelching between your thighs. His fingers were messy, inexperienced and curious, trying their best to find that spot that made your pussy drool, and when he finally did find it? You’re already arched up gasping out his name like a prayer.
“That’s your spot? I’ll pay attention to it more then..”
You clung your hand to his arm, eyes shutting tight as he abused the spot that made your legs feel like pure mush. The sound around you clouded your ears in a blur, you could barely make out that he was speaking to you.
“Eyes on me, cutie, wanna see your reaction.”
“Wanna know if I’m doing a good job”
He was doing a great job, no, more than great..you felt like you were drowning in a vast ocean of pleasure, like you were a wave ready to crash into the shore; that was all thanks to his fingers. Your lips part, drool spilling out onto your chin as you whimper his name “so good— doing so good!” You open your eyes, peeking up at his red face. He was ecstatic, drunk on your senses.
It was selfish, really selfish but he was so impatient. It was taking chains of restraint to hold him back from just shoving his cock into you. He couldn’t wait to ruin you, no one else would ever have you, you were his and his alone. He curled his fingers up, the pads sliding deliciously inside your cunt, so squishy and slippery for him. Your thighs were soaked, arousal pooling onto his sheets under your trembling body.
Your vision was hazy, mouth wet with spit as you felt that familiar feeling start to fill your senses, you were close, but something felt off, it felt like you were crashing down. Hard.
“Fuck—Rafayel!?”
“Mh?”
You clawed into the bed, nails grinding into the pillows behind you as Rafayel watched from above. You looked so beautiful like this, and it was all for him. “It feels different —like I’m gonna pee?“
Rafayel only hummed in response, it was true, he was a virgin. Never had sex, who else is there to have sex with if it’s not you? He was inexperienced, yes, but he wasn’t stupid. He’s researched every aspect of sex, every single thing he could try to make you explode. He knew what buttons to push to make you crumble.
“Rafayel- wait, I’m gonna—!”
“Fuck!”
You scream, eyes watery and blurry as you let go, muscles twitching everywhere on your body as you finally let it all out. He helped you through it all, fingers jutting softly inside you as you squirted onto his hand and lower stomach.
“Did I just? Shit, I’m sorry—”
You were still catching your breath, but you lean on your elbows, looking down to see the damage between your thighs. You were soaked, and so was the rest of the bed. Rafayel kisses your forehead, leaning down to nuzzle deeper into you. “It’s fine, I’ll clean it up later.”
“But I..”
“It’s fine. Shh. You did amazing, baby”
He holds you, rubbing your arms and stomach as you breathe out in shock and a deep sense of calm. After a while, you speak “I think I’m ok now, I think I’m ready..” he pulls away just enough to meet your eyes, nose pressed against yours as he hums. “I’ll go slow, if I hurt you, punch me.” His light joke made your eyes crinkle with a smile, lightning, your already tense nerves.
You feel like you’re anticipating a jump scare. He felt so huge from earlier, grinding himself into you even though he was hidden away by a pair of swim trunks. You didn’t want to sound perverted, but you did catch a few glances of how big his bulge was at the beach, He grabs the band of his trunks with both hands, it feels like he’s moving in slow motion to tease you. He tugs, and you can’t help but let out a sound as his hard cock springs free. He’s huge, not an unbearable amount of girth but he’s still really long. How the fuck is he going to fit inside you?
You sit up, analyzing his size as if he were a predator ready to plunge onto his prey. “Something wrong, cutie? Oh shit—“
His knees almost give out as your soft hands wrap around his dick. He’s sensitive, so turned on that pre-cum is already leaking onto your hands. “Cutie—fuck..you don’t have to, princess. I just wanna make you feel good.”
You test out the waters, stroking your firm hands up and down with hesitation. “Am I doing ok?”
“M-mhm” he praises, biting his lip hard enough to leave a mark “go a little faster—that’s it..ahh/-“ your fingers felt one thousand times better than his hand, he was losing himself, cock fluttering in your hand as he whines out from above you. Your hands stutter, trying to form a beat, your efforts seem to be working. Rafayel’s face couldn’t get any pinker than this. He was shaking, he looked starved.
Sticky ropes of cum shot out of Rafayel’s twitching cock, spurting onto your face and hair. He panted harshly, lifting you up and folding you back onto the bed with your legs over his shoulders. “Fuck—can’t wait anymore, gotta be inside you, please, let me.”
You were startled by his show of strength, breath hitching as you gave a quick nod of your head. He was slow, reaching his hand down to stroke his cock before lining it up to your entrance.
“Let me know if it’s too much”
He slid in the head and you both couldn’t help from groaning out. He was so big, again his girth wasn’t insane but he was already poking a good amount into you. It wasn’t comfortable, the pleasure was small behind a sharp stretch. He slid in deeper, bottoming out slowly bottoming out til his tip kissed your cervix.
He gave you some time to adjust, kissing your eyelids and rubbing your thighs to comfort you. He almost looked heartbroken as you whimpered below him in pain.
“Sh, you’re doing so well.”
You hold him, clinging yourself under him for comfort as his cock stretches you open. It wasn’t like anything you’ve ever felt before, your fingers—his fingers couldn’t even compare to this. “Rafayel—!”
“I know..”
“Ah—!”
“Shhh, I know.”
He kisses you, body connecting to yours because even being an inch apart makes him nervous. He wants to feel all of you, not just your inner body. He was obsessed with everything you had to give.
Once you kinda got used to his size you couldn’t help yourself. Your hips roll out, grinding him just perfectly inside you, causing him to let out a soft whimper.
“I’ll ruin you—“ he chokes out like he’s in agony, starved from your touch even though he’s almost balls deep inside of you. He’s leaking everywhere, his cum and a little blood already spurting out of your puffy folds without you even doing anything. You weren’t sure if he was ruining you or vice versa.
He stutters inside you, hips rolling, dragging his cock out of you to the tip before he slams back in. Your pussy squelched, and you would be embarrassed if it weren’t for how good you felt.
“She’s mine—“
“Fuck, you’re all mine…”
He chants into the cold air, singing out your name as he promises you his devotion with each thrust of his hips. You both have tears in your eyes, too drunk from one another to even think
“I’ll never let you go—!”
—
It’s the third time you’ve cum on his cock, but you can’t help yourself from begging for more. If Rafayel had neighbors they’d hear the two of you 5 blocks down by now. You’re screaming his name, pleading for him to fuck you harder, for him to give you what you need. He’s already at a set pace, one that already has your fourth orgasam building, He holds your leg up to get a better angle inside you, fucking his cum deep down into your depths with each thrust. You both yell out, clinging to one another with crazed hands as you both cum.
“Mhh—Fuck!!”
“Rafayel–!”
He collapses onto you, face buried into your soft Afro as he holds onto you for dear life. He’s kissing your hair, face cuddling into you, but he doesn’t pull out. “You did you good..” he praises “do you feel weird? Do you need some water?”
You shake your head, your eyes growing dreary. “I don’t think I can even lift up my hands to drink the water.” He chuckles
“I’d do it for you.”
“I know.”
…
“..Rafayel?”
“Hm?”
“Can we try some stuff from that book tomorrow morning?”
A/N: Guys, I miss Rafayel so much! I need new content asap ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽
