•Rafayel x Reader•
Cw~ M(18+), Fem!reader, Fingering, Heat cycle, Smut
A/n: Hi guys!! Thank you so much for the love and support on my first story with Xavier!! I plan on continuing writing about our LADS boys so stay tuned for new stories💓
The sun was beginning to set when you pulled into Rafayel’s driveway, the last traces of daylight spilling gold across the water. The salty breeze drifted through the open window, carrying the faint sound of waves crashing against the shore. You had barely stepped out of the car before you spotted him through the large windows of his home. You walk to the door and unlock it using the passcode Rafayel made specifically for you.
As you walk in you noticed the studio feels warmer than usual, thick with tension you can't quite name. You turn the corner of the entranceway to see Rafayel's back facing you. Purple scales shimmer faintly along his exposed forearms, catching the afternoon light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Those telltale Lemurian ears-delicate, fin-like, iridescent, keep flicking at every sound. “Rafayel? Y-Your ears..” you were stunned, never seeing Rafayel in this state before. Walking inch by inch until you are a bit closer to him.
"I'm-I'm fine. Perfectly fine."
His voice comes out strained, breathy. He turns away quickly, pretending to examine a half-finished canvas, but you catch the way his fingers tremble as they grip the easel. The scales along his neck flush a deeper shade of violet. "It's just... the season. Lemurians get like this sometimes. The tides, the moon cycle-it's biological. Nothing to worry about.”
He’s rambling now, words tumbling over one another as though he can’t seem to find a thought fast enough to keep up with his mouth. You take another slow step toward him, narrowing the space between you until he suddenly becomes aware of how close you are becoming.
His words falter.
His shoulders tense, and you catch the subtle hitch in his breathing. He glances at you, then quickly away, as if meeting your eyes for too long might give away exactly what’s running through his mind. Without thinking, his jittery hand brushes against the small jar of paintbrushes beside him.
The jar wobbles.
“Oh—”
It tips over the edge.
The crash cuts through the quiet room as the jar hits the hardwood, sending paintbrushes skittering across the floor. Their wooden handles clatter and spin, breaking the charged silence between you.
You both jolt at the sound. He flinches hard enough that his breath catches and for a moment, he just stands there, staring down at the scattered brushes.
Then his eyes lift to yours.
And somehow, the silence that follows feels even louder.
"You should probably go. I'll be terrible company today anyway. Very moody. Unbearable, really." But you dont move toward the door. Instead you get closer a bit and you see his shoulders rising and falling with each deliberate breath as you do so. When he glances over his shoulder again, his eyes are darker than they were before- pupils dilated, that otherworldly glow more pronounced. "Unless... No. Forget it. It's too much to ask." The words hang in the air between you.
Outside, seagulls cry over Whitesand Bay, and the distant sound of waves fills the silence. He covers his face and you realize he's never looked quite this vulnerable before-not the dramatic artist, not the sassy Lemurian, just... Rafayel, struggling with something he can't paint away.
You move towards him again to the point where you are now behind him, and Rafayel's breath hitches audibly. His hands dropping from his face, betraying how attuned he is to your every movement despite his attempt at casual indifference. You reach your right hand out to grab his shoulder and he immediately turns around.
“Don’t—” He starts to protest, but his voice cracks. His hand shoots up to grip yours tightly, but not to the point of pain. Rafayel’s scales along his jawline shimmer with an almost feverish iridescence, flickering brighter with every uneven breath. His grip tightens instinctively, like letting go would mean losing whatever fragile connection still exists between you. His eyes lock onto yours, vulnerable beneath the usual teasing confidence, and for once, he seems completely at a loss for words.
"You're not listening. I said you should leave." But his eyes tells a different story entirely. Theres shimmer of longing behind those eyes as if they are telling you to stay. When you move even closer, close enough to see the fine trembling in his shoulders, he finally turns to face you properly. His expression is a war between pride and desperation.
"This isn't... I'm not some pathetic creature who needs rescuing, okay? I've dealt with this before. Every year, like clockwork. It passes." A bead of sweat trails down his temple despite the studio's comfortable temperature. His blue-pink eyes dart away from yours, fixing on some point past your shoulder.
"It's just that this time it's worse.
Stronger. And you being here, your scent, your-" He cuts himself off abruptly. The flush has spread down his neck now, disappearing beneath his collar. You reach your hand out to him and softly graze his pearl like scales and the contact makes him gasp-actually gasp-like you've burned him. “R-Rafayel? Im so sorry! Are you okay?” You retreat a few steps back scared of what you might have done.
“Everything's just too sensitive…
Even the air feels like it's touching me wrong. So unless you plan on actually helping me, you really, really need to go."
His words say one thing, but his body unconsciously leans toward you, drawn like a compass to true north.
The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken things. Rafayel's chest rises and falls rapidly now, and you can see the way his fingers flex and unflex against the edge of the table-like he's physically restraining himself from reaching out. “You're still here." He barely speaks above a whisper. His gaze finally meets yours, and there's something raw in those eyes-a vulnerability he usually hides behind sarcasm and theatrical gestures.
"It hurts Y/N… like every nerve ending is on fire and the only thing that would help is—is closeness… Touch. Your touch specifically, which is completely unfair because you're the one person I can't afford to-" His voice breaks off into something between a laugh and a groan. The scales along his arms shimmer brighter, responding to his emotional state. He slowly pivots and walks a bit until he just slides down to sit on the floor, back against the white stucco wall, knees drawn up.
"Look at me. The great Sea God, reduced to this. Pathetic." But there's no real bite to his words, just exhaustion and need. His head falls slightly, and then he tilts it back against the wall, exposing the elegant line of his throat where more scales pattern his skin.
“Rafayel..” you squat down so that you can be eye to eye, softly resting your slender hands onto each cheek. You lean his head so that you guys are facing each other—eye to eye. “Please.. let me help you. I might not know much about this cycle in your life, but im willing to learn for you.” You rub soothing circles with your thumb on his rosy warm cheek. “Please Rafayel”
He looks into your eyes and grabs both of your hands, giving them a tight squeeze
"Okay.. If you're going to help... I need you to understand what you're agreeing to. This isn't just holding hands and sweet words. Lemurian heats are intense. All-consuming. And I don't know if I can promise I'll be gentle or patient or any of those things I usually try to be around you."
You nod to tell him you understand. There’s a pit in your stomach, a swirl of nervousness and desire twisting together until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Your heart beats a little faster, anticipation prickling beneath your skin as you try to steady yourself. You take a breath trying to regain control, but something about the moment keeps pulling you in. The uncertainty makes your stomach flutter, while the undeniable desire underneath it makes it impossible.
"So what's it going to be? Are you leaving, or... or are you gonna-“
“Im staying” you say sharply, cutting him off. “Ill do anything to help you, please let me help you” The words leave your lips, and the effect is immediate. Rafayel's eyes widen, that otherworldly glow intensifying as his pupils dilate further.
"You'll-really?"
His voice breaks on the word. For a moment, the purple haired artist completely disappears, replaced by something achingly genuine. He looks at you like you've offered him salvation, and maybe in a way, you have. "Touch me.. right here” He moves your hand with his, guiding it slowly toward his neck. Your fingertips brush against his velvety scales, their smooth texture almost impossibly soft beneath your touch. At the contact, they ripple with a delicate shimmer, catching the light as though tiny flecks of color are dancing beneath their surface.
That gets you-so uncharacteristic, so raw. You lean closer and his breath hitches the moment you're mere inches away from his face. Rafayel shudders, a sound between a gasp and a whimper escaping. His eyes moving from yours to your lips, back to your eyes, a glimmer of longing lingering in his soft gaze.
His scales flare brighter, responding to the contact. "Warm. You're so warm." His other hand finds your waist, tentative at first, then gripping with sudden need. He pulls you closer-not rough, but desperate-until you're in his lap, straddling him.
"Tell me... tell me if I'm too much.
If I hurt you. Promise me." His forehead presses against yours, eyes closing as he breathes you in. The scales along his neck pulse with soft bioluminescence, a blue and purple hue dancing across his skin.
"Y/N.. Y/N.. You smell so..”
He doesn't finish the sentence.
Instead, his lips find your neck, pressing there with barely restrained hunger. Not biting, not yet-just feeling, tasting, anchoring himself to your presence.
Your breath hitches as a moan slips out from the sensation. You instinctively bite your lip as he bites softly, licking it afterwards to soothe the pain.
“Rafayel” you wrap your arms around his neck in an embrace. In doing so you accidentally graze his fin like ears causing him to whimper. "That's-careful with those. They're especially..."
He doesn't finish the sentence. His face feverishly red, his eyes dark with lust.
"I've wanted this. Wanted you.
For so long, but not like this. I wanted to be smooth about it, romantic even. Paint you something beautiful, take you to that café you like..." His words dissolve into another shudder as you run your fingers through his hair. The purple strands are impossibly soft, and when your fingers accidentally graze the base of his ear again, his grip on you tightens. "Instead you get me like this-needy and desperate and completely at your mercy." He pushes you down onto his clothed erection earning a gasp from you.
"Kiss me. Touch me. Let me touch you. And... and don't stop” His voice is wrecked, pleading. Your restraint crumbles entirely.
Your hand slides down between your bodies, palm pressing against the hard length straining beneath his pants. The reaction is immediate and devastating-Rafayel's back arches into your body, a broken moan tearing from his throat.
"God-yes, touch me there. Please." His hips buck up into your palm involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure, more everything. The scales along his lower
abdomen pulse with luminescence, and you can feel the heat of him even through the fabric.
Your fingers work at his belt, and he helps with slight shaky hands, fumbling a bit desperately. When you finally free him, the sight makes your breath catch-his scales continue in patterns even here, creating an almost hypnotic display. He's flushed and hard and trembling beneath your touch.
Don’t just look at me,” he whispers. “I need you…I need your hands on me or l'll lose my mind." When your fingers wrap around him, his head slams back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut. The sound he makes is almost pained in its intensity. His hands clutch at you-your arms, your waist, anywhere he can reach-like he needs the anchor.
You stroke him slowly, learning what makes him feel good, what makes his scales flare brighter. He's completely unraveled now-the composed artist gone, replaced by pure need and sensation.
"I Want to be inside you. I need to feel you around me. Can I? Please say I can."
His hand covers yours, guiding your pace faster, harder. The other hand is already tugging at your remaining clothes with desperate determination.
With your other hand you put it behind his neck and pull him in to kiss you, rough and needy. His cute moans as you kiss him, make your tummy do back flips. “Not yet Rafayel, i want it too but i want…” you move the hand that was around his neck to grab his hand that was around your waist to put it under your skirt to your clothed heat. You bite your lip as his fingers softly graze you, teasingly. “Like this?” He puts his hand in your panties causing you to arch into his touch.
“R-Rafayel” His expression changes instantly at the sound of his name, his eyes showing a dark hunger. He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Say it again,” he whispers.
You bite your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He rubs your wet clit, causing you to shudder with pleasure. Rafayel lets out a quiet chuckle, feeling a bit satisfied with your reaction. Wanting to see more of that reaction he dips two fingers inside causing you to say his name while throwing your head back.
“Yes baby say my name.. you sound so pretty when you do..” he pumps faster and faster until you feel like youre melting into a puddle of intense pleasure. “Youre so wet Y/N. I dont know if i can keep this up.. i want to be in you so badly i can hardly breathe”
You give in and give exactly what he wants “yes.. i need you too please put it in me” with that Rafayel takes his hand out and with the hand that was still pumping Rafayel, you move your panties to the side and guide him to your entrance, and the moment he feels how ready you are for him, Rafayel's entire body shudders. His hands grip your hips with bruising intensity, scales blazing with bioluminescent fire across his skin.
"Oh god-wait, I need to-"
But you sink down onto him before he can finish, taking him in slowly.
The stretch, the heat, the fullness-it's overwhelming for both of you.
Rafayel's eyes roll back, a strangled cry escaping his lips as his hips thrust up involuntarily, pushing deeper.
"Perfect. You're perfect. So tight and warm and-" His words dissolve into incoherent sounds as you begin to move. The scales along his pelvis and lower abdomen pulse in rhythm with his racing heart, the texture adding sensation that makes you gasp.
"I-I can't be gentle. I Need you too much."
His control shatters completely. He flips you beneath him with surprising strength, pinning you to the studio floor. The new angle drives him impossibly deeper, and you both moan at the sensation.
His hips snap forward with desperate rhythm, chasing relief from the heat consuming him. "Mine. You're mine. Say it."
“Im yours all yours Rafayel” immediately answering him, consumed by all the emotions. His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking marks into your skin. One hand threads through your hair while the other grips your thigh, holding you open for him. Every thrust makes his scales glow brighter, the bioluminescence creating an otherworldly atmosphere in the dimming studio.
"Touch my ears. Please. I want you to touch them." When your fingers brush those sensitive fins, Rafayel practically convulses. His rhythm falters, becoming erratic and desperate. The ears are impossibly soft and warm under your touch.
"Im close. So close. Please cum with me.
Need to feel you-" His hand slides between your bodies, finding that perfect spot. Rubbing in skillful circles. The dual sensation of him inside you and his fingers working drives you toward the edge. His scales pulse and everything builds to an impossible crescendo.
"I love you. I love you so much-"
The confession tears from him as he reaches his peak, spilling inside you with a broken cry. The intensity triggers your own release, clenching around him. He buries his face in your neck, trembling and gasping through the aftershocks. You wrap your arms around him tightly, one hand cradling the back of his head while the other traces soothing patterns across his scaled back. Rafayel collapses against you completely, his full weight pressing you into the studio floor as tremors continue to run through his body. "Don't let go. Not yet. "His voice is small, muffled against your shoulder. You can feel his heart gradually slowing against your chest, the frantic racing finally easing. He releases his grip but doesn't release completely, still needing that connection. The glow of his scales begins to dim to a softer, gentler luminescence.
“Rafayel, did you mean what you said? Do you love me?”
"I said it… In the heat of the moment, I said-" He pauses, and you feel him tense slightly, as if hes scared that he might have ruined something. You stroke his hair, fingers running through the damp purple waves. Your touch seems to ground him, and he melts further into your embrace with a shuddering exhale. His breathing gradually evens out, becoming deeper and more relaxed. "I meant it. Not just the heat talking. I've been in love with you for so long I can't remember when it started."
He shifts slightly, just enough to press a tender kiss to your collarbone. The gesture is so different from the desperate claiming of moments ago-this is soft, reverent, full of emotion he's finally allowing himself to express.
“I love you too Rafayel. From the moment i met you.” He lifts his head up to meet your gaze. You smile softly at him pulling him into a kiss.
