Been trying to lay my head down, but I'm writing this at 3 am
Premise: You wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep. Lucky for you, your sweet boyfriend Rafayel is willing to help you out.
Tags: Rafayel x MC, soft Rafayel, fem reader, reader has a vagina, smut, oral (MC receiving), no penetration, explicit consent, jerking off, fluffy smut, established relationship, insomnia, no use of y/n, pet names (cutie, sweetheart, baby)
Word count: 1.8k
Author's note: I love me a soft and sweet Rafayel and I’m a firm believer that sex doesn’t need to have penetration, so here’s some smut without it. Originally came up with this fic when I was having trouble sleeping and it actually helped me fall back asleep lol.
It was still dark outside when you found yourself wide awake in your bed next to a sleeping Rafayel. You tried closing your eyes and focusing on the calming sound of Rafayel’s breathing. But the more you tried to fall back asleep, the more sleep eluded you. After laying as still as possible for what felt like an hour, you begrudgingly realized that you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep so easily. You reluctantly pulled yourself from the warm bed where your boyfriend was still sleeping soundly. You tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the living room towards the couch. Your eyes burned with wakefulness even though you felt dead tired. This week had been particularly punishing and your body still ached, although your wounds had mostly healed up. When your brain decided to keep you awake in the middle of the night, you found it helpful to get out of bed and sit in the living room. Usually, sitting on the couch and staring out the window would eventually get boring enough that your brain would be willing to go back to sleep. You sighed and thought to yourself, such is the life of an insomniac.
Sitting nestled in the corner of the couch, wearing one of Raf’s shirts, you gazed out the window and watched the lights from the cars driving by. You sat there for a little while, your mind going through the chores and reports you had to do. You heard a creak from the bedroom door. Turning your head towards the sound, you watched Raf walk into the living room yawning, his purple hair tousled. The city lights reflected off his face and bare chest. Even though you’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times, your hands still yearned to trace his soft skin as you bit your lip. You had been so exhausted earlier that you had passed out on the drive home from dinner, so you hadn’t gotten to fully explore his body.
“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you,” You whispered as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, leaning on the doorframe of the bedroom.
“Mm’s fine,” He mumbled, still half asleep. “What are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep, but I’ll come back to bed in a minute, you don’t have to stay up on my account.” At this, Raf came to sit next to you on the couch and opened his arms so you could cuddle. You went happily as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap.
“Did you have a nightmare, cutie? Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No nightmare, just too many thoughts to go back to sleep,” You nestled your face into his neck breathing in his sweet scent. He rubbed your back and you both just sat there for a moment, enjoying each other’s comfort.
“Would a distraction help?” His voice vibrated through your chest and your thoughts suddenly became much hornier, further fueled by the fact that you didn’t get to have your way with him earlier.
“I wouldn’t mind a distraction,” you answered, trying to repress your smile. Raf gently moved you off his lap and your heartbeat increased in anticipation.
“Ok, lemme grab a blanket and then I’ll tell you a Lemurian bedtime story.”
“Oh,” you felt your face flush at the misunderstanding. Damn, your horny brain.
“What?” Raf looked at you expectantly as he grabbed a blanket.
“I thought you meant a different kind of distraction, but Lemurian bedtime story sounds great.” You gave a small smile, hoping he would be too tired to tease you. Unfortunately for you, Rafayel could never be too tired to tease you. An evil grin spread on his face.
“My, my, I figured you would be too tired for sex, but if my beloved requests that I fuck her to sleep, then I shall of course oblige her.” Raf approached you hungrily. He laid the blanket on the couch for you to lay on.
“Wait, nothing too intense, okay? I’m still sore from work this week. Maybe just oral, please,” You nearly whimpered. Raf’s eyes softened.
“Sweetheart, I know I tease you a lot, but you don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to, you know that right?” He sat next to you on the couch.
“I know, I just …” Rafayel waited for you to finish your sentence. He had never pressured you into doing penetration, claiming that anything you were willing to give him was enough. But there was a small part of you (probably the engrained patriarchal and heteronormative values) that believed he could never be satisfied without penetration. “I don’t want to disappoint you.” You looked away from his intense gaze but quickly felt a hand tilting your chin so your eyes could meet Rafayel’s blue and pink ones.
“You’re my muse, you could never disappoint me,” He whispered before finally pressing his lips against yours. You let out a soft moan at the contact and your hands reached up to gently tangle in his hair. His ridiculously soft hair, you thought to yourself as you pulled him closer to you. You pressed your tongue into his mouth and he groaned at the intrusion. You were pretty sure your underwear was already soaked from that sound alone. Raf’s left hand rested on your hip under your—his—shirt, gently tracing circles as he brought his right hand to your breast causing you to sharply inhale through your nose. He pushed up your shirt to expose your breasts, mouth still kissing you greedily. He pulled away from your panting mouth to whisper “I’m yours” into your neck before sucking on the flesh there. As his expert fingers played with your nipple, you tightened your grip on his hair causing him to moan against your neck. Not able to wait any longer, you brought your right hand to your ruined panties. But before you could touch your throbbing pussy, Raf’s hand grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head.
“Mmm, Rafey please,” you whimpered as you felt your brain finally start to slow down, just focusing on the delicious sensations Rafayel was providing you.
“So impatient, cutie,” He purred before gently grazing his teeth along your neck. “Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?” He didn’t wait for your response as he began to trail wet kisses down your exposed chest, pausing briefly to kiss both of your nipples. You watched him as he worked his way down your body, his gaze entirely focused on where he was kissing you. Raf wasted no time once he got to your pussy, pressing his mouth against the wet fabric. You felt him groan against you, the vibration causing your back to arch partly off the couch.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, cutie, can I take these off?” He looked up at you from between your legs and the sight was almost enough to make you cum. His lips were already shining with your wetness, his pupils were blown out, as he lazily dragged his middle finger over your panties, driving you crazy.
“Yes, Raf, please! I need to feel you,” You begged, making his already flushed face redder. He quickly threw your underwear to the side and hungrily pressed his tongue against your now bare pussy. You moaned his name, head falling against the armrest of the couch, hands snaking into his hair again. His grip was strongly holding your legs open for him. Raf sucked, groaned, and licked your pussy trying to catch all of your wetness into his mouth. You felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Your fingers clutched Raf’s hair like your life depended on it. Knowing you were close, he brought his thumb to your clit and flicked his tongue along your entrance.
“Fuck, Raf!” You cried as Raf worked you through your orgasm. As soon as the high wore off, your whole body felt heavy and you could feel sleep coming for you quickly. Raf brought his thumb to his lips and made eye contact as he sucked your juices off his finger. You quietly whimpered at the sight and forced yourself to sit up slightly so you could reach into Raf’s boxers. Your arms were like lead as you pulled Rafayel’s hard weeping cock out from the fabric and clumsily started stroking him. With a sweet smile, Raf gently pulled your hand away and kissed your knuckles before gently pressing your shoulders back into the couch.
“I said, I was gonna take care of you, cutie,” You watched dazed as Rafayel spread your legs again and began stroking himself. “Now, just keep those pretty eyes on me.” His hungry eyes simply ate up the look of you spread wide for him, pussy soaked with both his spit and your own cum. He moaned and continued to stroke himself, spreading pre-cum down his length, eyes glued to your body.
“You’re a fucking masterpiece, baby, you know that?” Rafayel panted and you felt yourself getting wetter watching him. “Gonna show you that I could never be disappointed by you.” You never wanted to look away from him, from his stunning eyes, from his heaving chest. The look on your face must’ve been pretty sinful, because when Raf made eye contact with you, he choked on a moan and his hips started to jerk erratically.
“Ngh, I’m close. Please, can I cum on your pretty tummy, cutie?” Raf whimpered, his blue and pink eyes locked on yours.
“Yes, Raf, please cum all over my stomach. I want it so bad,” Your whiney dirty talk did him in and you watched him, mesmerized, as Raf shot rope after rope of warm cum over your exposed belly. After he was done, his forehead crashed into your shoulder and he pressed soft kisses on whatever skin he could reach. Your whole body felt heavy, but satisfied, and you let your eyelids flutter closed. Raf was so warm on top of you and his velvety lips felt like heaven on your burning skin. You could tell that sleep was not far from you.
“You did so well for me, cutie.” Raf murmured into your neck. “Are you tired enough to go back to bed now, sweetheart?” You mumbled an affirmative, too tired to form words. You felt Rafayel remove himself from you and so you forced your eyes open. He returned shortly with a wet cloth and began wiping you down gently. Your eyes closed involuntarily and you sighed at his gentle touch. “Shall I carry my beloved to bed or is she capable of walking?” You could hear the smile on his face and instead of responding verbally, you simply held up your arms and made a grabbing motion with your fingers. “You’re becoming quite spoiled, cutie.” Rafayel chuckled as he lifted you off the couch and began to carry you back to bed.
♡⸝⸝ good coffee, great coffee ˎˊ˗ rafayel qi from LaDS
→ synopsis: you've got to pay him more attention!
-> pairing: needy rafayel x distracted reader
-> masterlist // taglist open
taglist: @hirayalia @xinghuisknight @violasepals
The gentle warmth of the afternoon seeps into your bones. You stretch, nuzzling into the plush bed now indented with your relaxed shape. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you roll onto your stomach, letting the blanket tangle across your legs. Pillows are strewn haphazardly across the mattress. The biggest one rests beneath your elbows as you swipe away at the propped-up iPad. Soft lo-fi music bounces off the walls of your room, permeated every now and then with the gentle clinking of ceramic mugs and garbled dialogue.
The bathroom door creaks open. You don't look up, too focused on getting the perfect shot of espresso for your latte. These customers were picky, y'know.
Padded footsteps make its way across flooring. You're deaf to anything but the gentle hiss of milk under the steam wand.
Your eyes flit to the colourful happiness meter, decreasing fast from a green 80% to a yellow 74%. The satisfying sound of ice clinks against glass as you tap away at the strawberry syrup before swiping the drink up on the customer's face.
The bed dips beside you.
A soft ping resounds. $3.8 tip. Fuck yeah. Maybe you could finally buy the cat-shaped counter decor you were saving up for this time.
The screen lights up as the customer calls your latte "the answer to the question of life, the universe and everything." Damn right it was. A small smile tugs at your lips as a little boy appears, his tiny stature covered by the height of the counter.
"Don't tell my pops I'm here. Could you make me coffee?"
You consider your dialogue options. An irresponsible, child-endangering and possibly illegal 'Yes' or a caring and decisive 'No'. The answer is obvious.
You tap 'Yes.' Business is business.
"Giving caffeine to children now are we, cutie?"
You jump. "Rafayel!"
Warm arms wrap around you. You let out a soft laugh as a violet head of hair obscures your vision, nuzzling into your neck. His body presses onto your side as he climbs on top of the bed and drapes his frame over you like a dramatic carpet.
You feel his lips brush across your neck, causing you to duck your head with a squeal at the ticklish sensation. You lean away reflexively, squirming as Rafayel readjusts his weight on top. He turns his head towards you, gaze piercing through your very soul.
"You dun' care about your fishie anymore..." he mumbles, pouting.
You wrinkle your nose, half-laughing, half-distracted by the ticking timer of the character's order. "Of course I do baby," you grin, gaze set on the tablet as you work your way through the espresso machine. Syrup, syrup and more syrup with some coffee and milk. Wow. No wonder the drink's called Sugar Rush. The kid's in for a real ride.
"Cutie."
"Mmm-hm?" you hum. His arm moves down your back, curling around the dip of your waist as he shifts closer. An involuntary sigh leaves your lips. You love when he cuddles you. No wait, shit, time's running out. Where are the sprinkles?
"Would you love me if I was a worm?" You feel his chin rest on your shoulder, sunset eyes peeking over at your screen.
"Yes."
"Would you love me if I was a fiiish?" He drawls, warm breath fanning across your cheek. You feel him peck a gentle kiss on your temple.
"Yes. You are a fish." You giggle, swiping the drink up at the kid. "COFFEE IS SOO GOOOOOD!" yells the NPC. You sure hope this story choice doesn't come back to bite you on the ass later.
"Would you love me if I was a virtual coffee shop that you could make drinks in to give them to characters for whom you would neglect your handsome boyfriend for?"
"Ye- wait what? Is that a trick question?" You chirp obtusely.
Silence.
"Raffie?" You tear your eyes away from the colourful game— only to see the handsome boyfriend in question frowning.
...Oops.
(This is my second time writing. Once again, I apologize if the story may seem redundant and includes grammatical errors. I’m not a writer, you see. This scenario just popped up in my mind while daydreaming.)
Trigger Warning: Angst, Mentions of death, Themes of undiagnosed serious illness, medical inaccuracies, semi-detailed description of physical distress ( including blood/vomiting), fear of death, emotional breakdown, not proofread.
Ever since you came back from your check-up at the AKSO Hospital, something has changed.
You’d been feeling ill for months, but only now did you finally decide to get it checked. The pain in your upper abdomen has been growing sharper, harder to ignore. You kept telling yourself it was just another stomachache—nothing new, nothing alarming.
Your stomach hurt almost every day anyway, and you had a bad habit of forgetting to eat on time. So you dismissed it. But lately, things have changed. Swallowing had become difficult.
Nausea came in waves. Vomiting followed too often. Then you started spotting blood in your stool. Fainting if you couldn’t handle the pain. This wasn’t normal at all.
As the day passed, you felt yourself growing weaker. Barely hanging on. That’s when you decided to go to Akso Hospital.
The nurses assisted you, and soon enough, you were seated across from a doctor discussing your symptoms. After the consultation, you stepped outside the hospital, finding yourself sinking onto a vacant bench near the hospital garden.
The garden was full of life— people having a good time with their loved ones, patients strolling with their nurses, and children running around shouting for their friends to wait up.
Colorful. Alive. Well.
This sight only added depth to your impending doom. The doctor’s words echoed in your mind like a broken record.
I appreciate you coming in and sharing these symptoms with me. The doctor said.
what do you think it is?
If I’m being honest, I’m not quite sure about it. But you’ve mentioned that the pain is quite serious. We’ll need to run some tests to determine it.
What kind of tests?
Blood tests and an endoscopy. This may help us to know if there are any ulcers, irritations, or anything that causes these underlying issues.
You think for a while, processing the information you’ve just heard.
Okay, let’s do it.
Great! We’ll get that scheduled immediately. My assistant will prepare everything.
Once we have those results, we can develop a plan to address the issue. How does that sound? The doctor reassuringly said to you.
Now sitting alone on the bench, anxiety and fear start to seep into your brave facade. A question slipped into your mind.
Am I gonna die?
Pain tightened your chest, leaving you in utter despair. That thought alone made you lose your mind. Seconds turn into minutes, Minutes turn into hours. Yet you remained frozen in time.
It made you still.
So still that you helplessly attempted to redeem yourself before you shatter completely into a million pieces. After breaking your dazed state, and with the remaining of your strength, you force yourself to stand.
You decided to visit him, Rafayel. You needed him.
Despite feeling under the weather, you made your way to his home.
Rafayel—your peace, your refuge, your anchor that keeps you grounded.
And right now, you just want to fall into the warmth of his presence. Leaving the hospital had left you numb and cold inside.
So you hurried to him.
When you arrived, you quietly let yourself into his home using the spare key he gave you. Slipping past the hallways, you heard a familiar melody sung in the air.
It’s the same melody Rafayel used to sing whenever you two are together in bed, like a siren luring you to sleep. You followed it.
There he was— standing majestically in the living room, a brush and canvas in his hands.
Painting and Humming. He was painting the sunset. You adored him at a distance. You breathed deeply, pushing the chaos in your chest as deeply as you could.
Tiptoeing across the floor, you crept closer, planning to surprise him.
You’re here.
Rafayel didn’t look back; he didn’t need to.
He knows you’re already here.
You hadn’t planned on him noticing you so quickly.
You want to steal a moment.
But you failed.
You stopped just behind him and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist. He was so solid and warm.
What brought you here, my love?
He said lovingly.
You pressed yourself once more against his back, desperate to merge with him, hiding yourself from the world.
Rafayel knew something was wrong. But before he could ask more questions, you answered him.
Can’t I visit my boyfriend? I dearly miss you, and I want to spend quality time with you, Raf.
He stayed still, the hand holding the brush freezing mid-air. He didn’t buy it at first.
But he let it go after you mentioned you missed him.
Of course, you can, darling. What do you want to do, hm?
Now facing you, his right hand slowly cupped your face while his left hand reached for your fingers, intertwining them.
He brought your clasped hands near his lips, kissing them softly.
Your eyes met.
His eyes remind you of the ocean itself.
You’re finally home in his arms.
Can I stay here? just for the night? It’s been so long since we had a sleepover.
You’re more than welcome to stay here, my love. If I can decide for you, I’d rather keep you here. Beside me all day.
Amused, you give him a peck on the lips. That caught him off guard.
Well then, it’s decided. I shall stay here with you. It’s starting to get dark, Raf. Should we prepare dinner?
Okay, cutie.
You and Rafayel went to the kitchen and prepared your favorite dish.
Gathering all the ingredients needed, you started by cleaning them one by one and letting Rafayel do all the chopping.
He seemed to enjoy it, so you teased him.
I get to see the new side of you today, Raf. It’s a miracle that you finished chopping the vegetables.
What do you mean, cutie?
You tend to be impatient.
I can never be impatient if you’re here, my love. That’s the effect you have on me.
He teases back. Winking.
You’re just saying that because you don’t want to do the dishes later, am I right?
How can you accuse your dearest Rafayel?
He said dramatically.
Fine, you caught me. You have me completely wrapped around your fingers, darling.
Of course, I do.
You laugh it out, finding him absolutely adorable.
Was the food good?
You asked him.
It’s delicious, baby. No restaurant could compare with your cooking.
Oh, Rafayel, you’re such a flirt.
I’m just telling the truth, cutie.
Shaking your head while giggling, you were about to eat a spoonful when you felt like vomiting.
You panicked. You’ve gone pale in a matter of seconds cold sweat formed against your forehead. You can’t let him see you like this.
So you forcefully swallow.
But Rafayel is sharp as a knife; he saw it.
Shit.
It was definitely a wrong timing.
Hey, you okay? it looks like you’re about to vomit, and you’ve grown pale. Are you sick my love?
You needed an excuse.
Believable excuse.
I think… I just over ate, Raf. Don’t worry, had a big lunch earlier before coming here.
You know, I always felt sick whenever I eat too much.
You just lied straight to his face. You felt even more sick.
Right.
He was suspicious, but he didn’t press any further.
Why don’t we just clean up and head to bed?
You suggested. Changing the topic.
I can do the cleaning, darling. You must be tired from traveling.
Why don’t you freshen up and bed head first? I’ll join you there.
You hesitated at first, but eventually followed his suggestion.
Okay, don’t keep me waiting.
Yes, my love. I’ll be quick.
You went to his room and started to get ready for bed.
While you’re in the restroom, showering, your mind drifts back to the scene earlier.
Your symptoms. Your deepest secret was nearly put at risk this very night.
Can’t let that happen again.
Not infront of him.
Looking in the mirror, convincing yourself. Sighing, you tried to finish your shower.
You find your way to his closet. Finding a random shirt and a shorts.
Shoving it down into your body.
It smelled just like him.
You left some of your essentials here while staying, so you used them.
Walking towards his bed, you place yourself at the center.
You waited for him, and it didn’t take long.
Heading towards the bed, He was wearing a white shirt and black pajama pants. Ready to sleep.
He looks so comfy.
He placed himself against you, spreading his left arm, opening enough to scoop you in his embrace.
You look at him longingly. Cherishing the moment while it lasts.
Trying to memorize every part of him.
His soft purple hair. His eyelids. His damn lips.
His cheeks. His scent that you’ve grown accustomed to.
With your fingertips, you trace and study his delicate features. From the tip of his nose down to his wide shoulders.
How can He be still and look so ethereal?
He suddenly spoke, his once closed eyes slowly opened, meeting your own.
What’s going on with your pretty mind, darling?
You know you can tell me anything, right?
I know. Raf. I know.
He was about to say something, but you cut him off.
It’s such a privilege meeting you, Raf. I never thought I could meet someone like you.
You held his cheek gently and carefully as you could.
Confessing.
There are times when I question myself about what I did to deserve you. I always thought I’d end up being alone in my life, you know? I thought that love was just a mere thing I needed, but you came and changed it.
You are the most beautiful thing I’ve grown to love and cherish deeply.
Loving you made me accept my own imperfections.
You showed me what I was truly capable of feeling.
I would choose you in a heartbeat, Rafayel. In this lifetime or another.
My heart only belongs to you, the only man I loved completely and unconditionally.
I love you too much, damn much that I would choose your happiness over mine.
I love you too damn much that I’m willing to entrust you with somebody who can stay at your side, who can take good care of you.
You didn’t dare to say the last two sentences.
I love you so much, Rafayel.
You look at him as if he will vanish anytime; in fact, it’s the opposite.
You’re the one who is running out of time.
You end up bursting into tears, letting yourself break. Trembling.
His arms tightened around you, pressing you into his chest. He finally managed to say a word.
Don’t.
Fear. His arms tightened around you once more it felt like an iron band clinging to your body. As if he were trying to absorb your pain.
Don’t talk like that, my love.
Pain. He forcefully lifted your chin, meeting your bloodshot eyes.
Don’t talk to me as if you’re saying goodbye.
Pure agony in his voice.
I’m not going anywhere, darling.
Don’t look at me like that as if I’m gonna leave your side, because I’m not. If you think you don’t deserve me, you’re wrong. Listen to me. What you just said— all of it. It’s the greatest gift ever given to me.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your tear-stained cheeks, kissing the tears away.
You’re my muse and my sanctuary. I can’t live without you.
I love you.
His last sentence left you breathless.
You felt your heart catch on fire; it felt like you were burning alive. The pain you felt emotionally is starting to surface physically.
You cried harder, pulling him into a kiss.
In your kiss, you gave your all, the love, pain, and fear. He responded at the same intensity. In his kiss, you felt his yearning, his desperation. As your lips moved against each other, they tasted of salt and longing.
Every push and pull, every hungry breath stolen reminds you both that you belong with each other.
The kiss gradually became slow, so you broke free.
You cracked a smile against his lips, and he followed. The smile was frail and thin, like a sheet of glass.
You pulled back just far enough to rest your forehead against his beating heart. You couldn’t tell him. Not until the doctor confirms your illness, maybe then you’ll find a way to reveal this in a manner where he won’t get hurt that much.
Pairing : Professor Rafayel x Professor MC
Content warning: fingering, suggestive — MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY
Author notes: again, I might like the sweet things; it's a soft smut.
The taro vine plant draped itself over the bookshelf, adorning the heavy wood that bore the weight of the many books resting there — poetry, novels, art, history, philosophy, and other humanities piled up along the shelves, interspersed with small handmade ceramic ornaments. Throughout the room, vinyl records were scattered, small lamps glowing with warm light as the sun set through the window.
You sat at the living room’s coffee table, Rafayel’s brushes and watercolors spread around you. A small embroidered cloth was tossed over your shoulder as you adjusted your glasses with the back of a hand already smudged with paint. The wine glass was already half full, stained as well, while you hummed along to the songs from Love + Fear echoing through the apartment; everything smelled of freshly baked cinnamon rolls.
Rafayel leaned against the kitchen archway, watching you grow frustrated with a shade that refused to please you. He had just returned from the Saturday morning class he taught, had already showered, and now savored the taste of the baked goods. He wore shorts and an oversized T-shirt, far removed from the professor he had been earlier. He moved closer, sitting almost behind you, his long legs encircling yours as you sat cross-legged. His slender fingers wrapped around the wine glass, sipping from it as well.
“Why is the poet trying to make painting instead of poems?” he teased, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and taking the chance to softly caress your neck.
“Because I’ve been studying Latin poets lately, and I felt my writing was terrible. Not only that — Catullus uses double meanings in most of his poems, and now I can’t think about writing without ruining it,” you replied.
“So you’re mad because you’re having dirty thoughts and then decide to destroy my art field?” he mocked, examining the flowers you were painting. “Is this a chrysanthemum?”
“Nah, it was supposed to be a peony,” you answered, annoyed. He laughed.
“You are, indeed, a great writer,” he said with a smile on his lips — large, gentle eyes looking at you with affection as his fingers kept playing with your hair. He kissed your neck softly, just enough to test your sensitivity. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was how warm and gentle the whole place felt, but your skin reacted immediately, goosebumps rising as your cheek flushed briefly. He inhaled at your neck, settling against your back as if embracing you.
“Let me be the painter,” he murmured between kisses. You didn’t move — you couldn’t. You felt dazed as his lips found every sensitive spot, leaving you numb. His hand slid to your neck, gripping firmly to tilt your head back and give him access to your lips. What began as a gentle kiss quickly deepened, his tongue parting your mouth, twirling tongs taking away your breath.
His slender fingers trailed downward, exploring your curves until they reached the hem of your cotton shorts, light enough to slide easily along your thighs. He pressed against your inner skin, teasing close to your core. One hand moved up to your breast, pinching your nipple, while the kisses on your neck grew messier, wetter.
“I adore you,” he whispered, finally teasing your entrance, his index finger circling until he felt your sweet wetness, then bringing it up to your clit, making you melt under his simple touch. “I adore how you make this house feel like a home.” He used only one finger, calm and deliberate, as if offering tender care. You felt your pearl throb with every stroke, aching for more.
“I love being yours,” you panted, “but please… touch me more.” He laughed, grabbed your hair, pulling your head back again before capturing your lips in a slow kiss.
“But I’m making art — it takes time to be complete, you know that.” You let out a small laugh, slightly frustrated by his answer. His purplish eyes met yours, anxious yet overflowing with love. He slipped a finger inside you, curling it slowly into the soft flesh, making you arch your back as a moan escaped your lips.
“Tell me you’ll be mine for eternity,” Rafayel asked. Your hand wrapped around the wrist touching you, as if holding him close.
“Of cour…” He slapped your pussy, making your entire body shudder.
“I want you to tell me,” he commanded, delivering another slap, drawing a louder moan from you this time.
“I would be like Penelope,” you said breathlessly. “I would wait for you for years, tricking everyone because I know you would always come back to me. I would wait for eternity, and I will stay by your side for eternity.” You confessed with the best of your soul.
He smiled brightly, devouring your mouth, his fingers slipping into your throat just enough to steal your breath while his thumb pressed against your clit and two fingers curled inside you. Minutes later, you dissolved completely against his chest, dripping into his hands.
“Now,” he said softly, “I would love to hear some of your poetry on me,” guiding your head exactly where he wanted you to touch him.
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You grab your purse and dash out the door to the sound of Rafayel’s car horn honking cheekily outside your apartment building.
Once you exit the lobby, you can see Rafayel leaning against the side of his flashy sports car, grinning with a rather lovelorn expression as he catches sight of you.
“You look beautiful tonight, cutie,” he says, kissing your cheek as he politely opens the car door for you.
You can’t help a little nervous giggle as a flush spreads over your cheeks. “You look really nice too. Now I see why you wanted to ask what I was wearing.”
Rafayel beams and adjusts the cuffs of the shirt that’s the exact same shade as your dress. “Well, of course I have to match my Valentine’s date! It’s a special day, after all.”
He gets in the car, and pulls out onto the road heading toward the coast.
You look out the window, seeing the sun already on its way toward the horizon. This would mark the first Valentine’s Day you’d share with Rafayel since you’d entered a committed relationship. It shouldn’t really have made you nervous, but Rafayel had been sneaky the last few weeks and usually that meant he was planning something. You can’t help but wonder what it is as excited butterflies flutter in your stomach.
Rafayel takes you to an adorable little seaside café for dinner that night.
“They have the freshest seafood here—straight from the sea obviously,” he tells you as he pulls your chair out.
“It already smells amazing,” you say, smiling as Rafayel glances up upon the arrival of the waiter and instantly orders some kind of fancy wine you’ve never heard of before.
The dinner is lovely, the wine pairing excellent, but as the evening draws on, you notice Rafayel getting a little antsy, shifting in his chair, hand unconsciously fluttering to his pocket more than once.
You want to tease him, but his nervousness is catching so instead you say, “Do you want to get dessert?”
“We can get something to go.” He finally sighs and his expression softens with an edge of determination. “I…have a gift I want to give you first.”
Your stomach flutters again as he finally pulls a little velvet box out of his coat and hands it over the table to you.
Your fingers shake a little as you open it, wondering what it might be. But nothing could have prepared you for what sits inside on a little pillow of silk.
It’s a delicate locket in the shape of an intricate heart. Within the beautiful setting of rose gold sits a brilliant, almost iridescent blue centerpiece. It catches the light of the setting sun, showing off a flaming rainbow of colors. For just a moment, you think it’s some rare form of abalone, but you soon realize what you’re looking at and your breath catches.
“Rafayel! This is…”
“Yeah, cutie, of course it is,” he says softly. He stands, gently taking the locket out of your hands before moving behind you.
“But, doesn’t it hurt to pull out your scales?” you ask lamely, still shocked at the gift as you pull your hair over your shoulder for him.
He gives you a fond smile, reverently placing the necklace around your neck and clasping it as he leans over to kiss the nape of your neck. The action sends an instant, electric tingle down your spine.
“This scale, like my heart, belongs to you. There is no one else worthy of keeping a piece of my heart.”
Your fingers find the locket, as his scale catches the sinking sun’s rays. You don’t know what to say, so overflowing with love that you reach up and tilt your head back to pull him in. Rafayel’s breath exhales softly against your lips as you kiss.
“Open it,” he whispers against your mouth, pulling back only a fraction.
Your fingers barely cooperate to open the delicate clasp but when they do you find yourself slightly surprised to see it empty.
“There’s nothing in it.”
He grins at your bewildered look and takes your hands bringing your knuckles to his lips. “Exactly. So, what do you say we make some new memories to keep in it?”
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i really do NOT think raf would paint mc. not bc he doesnt want to/doesnt love her or something, but because when it comes to painting someone you love the stakes are ultimately higher. no shade of any pigment he could ever spend days mixing would be enough to imitate the colour of your iris. the saccharine crimsons and muted corals are weak compared to the vibrancy of the blush you get when he kisses you. and the warmth of your hair? forget it. he could never ruin his darling bride by material that always feels so... less than what you deserve(?) to him. ok some artists talk about this too about how its so tough to have to draw a loved one bc the sparkle in their eyes the halo they have when around you is impossible to catch on canvas and messing up is NOT doable. like u need it to be perfect it doesnt work if it isnt. also!! lets note rafayel primarily paints lemurian themes. i suppose you could find a silhouette of his bride here and there at most?
i think he'd mindlessly sketch parts of you when he misses you or just because. in different notebooks and paper, different paint mediums and methods. a lil charcoal drag on paper of your lips, the curve of your eyebrows shadowed in watercolour. when he would sculpt, his hands would subconsciously move over the shape of your jaw and the indents of your eyes; smooth over your cheekbones as he gazed at you napping on the couch of his studio. he had it all memorised. every inch of you.
+ this is just a personal opinion! my apologies if i missed any mentions of this or the opposite of this concept already being canon. thank you ^_^
