fish ᯓ★

love and deepspace

── SYLUS

▶︎ black lace and trouble all over your face | 🔞2.5k words | ao3 link

.ᐟ.ᐟ summary: a black lace underwear vs a lust-driven Sylus. or he may or may not have seen a peek of what you wore beneath your dress.

▶︎ let's drown in this ecstasy together | 🔞2.9k words

.ᐟ.ᐟ summary: Sylus has been relentlessly working hard these past few days. or you gave Sylus a helping hand, ensuring that he sleeps soundly tonight.

── ZAYNE

▶︎ intoxicated by your sweet taste | 🔞 2k words | ao3 link

.ᐟ.ᐟ summary: Zayne thinks he hasn't given you much attention due to his work. or pussy drunk! Zayne can't get enough of you.

── RAFAYEL

▶︎ your touch sets me ablaze | 🔞 3.5k words | ao3 link

.ᐟ.ᐟ summary: Rafayel is determined to make all your worries go away. or Rafayel giving his "Miss Bodyguard" the time of her life.

▶︎ pretty please | 🔞 4.5k words | ao3 link

.ᐟ.ᐟ summary: Rafayel tries to persuade you to join him in infiltrating an underground deal tied to his stolen painting. or You and Rafayel go undercover, but your attention keeps drifting — he looks far too beautiful in that disguise.

── XAVIER

▶︎ let's warm each other up | 🔞 3.1k words | ao3 link

.ᐟ.ᐟ summary: You decided to take care of a sick Xavier and aided him back to recovery. or Xavier fucking you despite his feverish state because he can't resist you and your relentless teasing.

── CALEB

▶︎ caught red-handed | 🔞 2.6k words | ao3 link

.ᐟ.ᐟ summary: It's your turn to do laundry to repay Caleb's hard work. or Caleb caught you sniffing his boxers.

Your heart hammered against your ribs, partly from fear, partly from the way he looked tonight. He'd even dressed up for the occasion, wearing a pink shirt (where did he even get that?), paired with those new sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

God, he looked good. Devastatingly so. On any other given moment, you would've climbed onto his lap without a second thought, ready to devour him whole. But all of that heat evaporated as soon as he hit the accelerator and sent the car shooting down the road.

Briefly, you remembered the box of chocolates he'd brought earlier. He'd gone all out to make this date romantic: delivering roses to your doorstep, selecting chocolates he knew you'd love, making sure every gift he personally chose matched your tastes.

It was a sweet gesture. You couldn't deny how much you loved being spoiled by Rafayel. There's not one instance where he wasn't being considerate or thoughtful towards you. Even when he's abroad, he made sure to buy you souvenirs and other gifts just to see your face light up with unbridled joy.

With the traffic thinning, he lounged back into his seat, one hand draped lazily over the steering wheel. "Feed me," he said, low and warm, "I'm in the mood for something sweet."

You lifted the lid of the box, revealing chocolates so carefully crafted that it looked almost too pretty to eat. You've heard of this brand before. A boutique known for its rich cocoa and intricate designs.

Choosing one, you held it up to his mouth. He leaned in without hesitation, mouth parting eagerly as he bit into it, eyes flicking toward you as he savored the taste — and the intimacy of your fingers hovering so close to his lips.

Despite the initial rush of adrenaline still buzzing through your veins, you found yourself loosening up, laughing and teasing Rafayel as though the chaos from before had melted into nothing. Maybe this was exactly the kind of escape you needed after such a grueling week.

What you didn't expect however was to find yourself in the backseat of his convertible. Rafayel's mouth crashing onto yours in a hungry kiss. He devoured you with a fervor that left you practically putty in the seat. His hands skimmed along your thigh slowly while the other anchored your hips as he pulled you closer.

You tried to recall how things escalated but your mind's all fuzzy with lust. Reducing you to a wanton mess, aching for more of his touch and more of his kisses. The rational part of your brain faintly reminded you that this was a bold move, but that voice was fading fast.

The hood of the car was now open, the night wind sweeping and engulfing you whole as if it sensed the faint thrill you felt coursing through you. Anyone could stumble upon the two of you like this. But Rafayel only smirked, claiming the secluded hideout he chose was known to him alone. A sanctuary meant for moments like this.

"R- Raf—! Wait…!" You gasped between kisses, palms pressing weakly against his chest. Yet, he didn't relent, trailing his mouth from your temple down the slope of your throat.

Your breath hitched, "W- what if someone sees us…?"

A low chuckle vibrated against your skin, "They won't." He murmured, "No one comes out here. Tonight, it's just you, me… and the stars watching over us." His hand slipped beneath your shirt, tracing slow circles that made your heartbeat rapidly.

A shiver rippled through you at his touch, wiping away any lingering doubt. All that remained was an overwhelming need to let him consume you fully. It was ridiculous how easily Rafayel could unravel you to something needy, yearning for all of him.

Sensing the hesitation, Rafayel paused, drawing back just enough to gauge your expression. "Cutie… are you okay? We don't have to— mmph!"

You silenced him with a fierce kiss, fisting his shirt. He melted instantly, yielding without resistance. That seamless shift, the way he switched between dominance and submission so fluidly, it only fueled the heat coiling tighter inside you.

"Gonna make you feel good…" he rasped, lips hovering close to yours. With one swift motion, he managed to unbutton your pants. Tugging it down along with your undergarment, baring your crotch to the cool air.

He brought his hand up, spitting on them before trailing down to rub your clit. You let out a whimper, fluttering your eyes shut as he began to circle your folds, determined to make it swell and throb beneath his ministrations.

Feeling yourself growing wet and aroused with each stroke. Rafayel peppered kisses along the column of your throat, leaving behind a trail of hickies. A mark of his own branded on you to show the world that you belong to him, as he does to you.

A gasp emitted out of you when he finally delved into your tight heat, slowly fingerfucking you and easing your walls. Each thrust and curl of his digits pushed you into pure ecstasy. Utterly consumed by the desire pulsing through your veins.

The knowledge that you and Rafayel were out in the open, that anyone could stumble upon the two of you was enough to make your heart race. You swore you could practically hear it ringing in your ears from how loud it's thumping against your chest.

Rafayel seemed undeterred, if anything it spurred him on to scissored your slick pussy fervently. Coaxing needy moans out of your lips as his free hand reached up to cup and knead your clothed breast.

The dual stimulation left you in puddles, melting into the seat even from how good it all felt. He whispered lowly in your ear, "You're enjoying this a lot more than you thought, baby. Does it excite you to know that we could get caught by anyone wandering around here?"

At that moment, the Lemurian decided to insistently rub against that sensitive spot deep inside your cunt, making you cry out and bury your face on his shoulder. Something akin to an amused chuckle rumbled from him, "Bite my shirt if you want, my pearl. I don't mind you getting wet all over me."

Normally, you would feel embarrassed but now, with his fingers pumping deep inside you, all of the rationale you had dissipated instantly. Your pussy clenched around his pistoning digits, desperately trying to draw him in further.

"You're doing so good," he purred, nibbling on your earlobe, "Come for me, cutie. Soak my hand, will ya?"

His words sent you spiraling, your body going rigid against him as you drooled all over his shirt. A pathetic attempt at stifling your needy cries. Your cunt spasmed around his invading digits, coating his hand and dripping down onto the seat. Rafayel kept going, steadily thrusting into you and working you through your intense orgasm.

Wanting to prolong your climax as long as possible. But you've had enough of it. You craved, needed him to fill you up and feel him throb inside you. You clawed at his chest, "Rafayel… hnghh… please. Put it inside… now…" you pleaded, uncaring if you sounded wanton and breathless.

Slowly, he withdrew his sopping wet finger from your fluttering hole, bringing them up to his mouth. Sucking them clean, tasting your very essence as he kept his gaze on you. You swore you could see his pupils dilating. "Could never get tired of your pussy… taste so fucking delicious."

You were about to beg once more when Rafayel finally undo his pants, shimmying out of them and grasping his hardened shaft out of his briefs. As the fabric pooled at his feet, you hurriedly spread your legs wider, your back leaning against the seat.

Anticipation running its course in full-time as you watched him languidly stroke his cock, smearing the precum all over the tip. Then he tapped his length against your engorged clit, your arousal slick glazing over his cock.

"Don't be too loud, yeah? Wouldn't want an audience to watch us." He gave you a lazy smirk, notching the head against your entrance. You gasped when he breached through your silken walls. Immediately, your cunt stretched to accommodate his well-endowed shaft.

Once he was sure that you were comfortable, Rafayel moved forward, gradually building up the speed. His hands found its way to grip your hips, putting a little bit of pressure just to keep you in place. Your tits bounced enticingly even through the fabric of your top.

Though that didn't stop him as the purple haired man brazenly lifted it up and swiftly unclasped your bra with one hand. A skill he had honed (one that he was secretly proud of) from spending time with you. The bra slipped and revealed your bare breasts, your nipples pert and hard from the breeze and desire.

Leaning down, he captured one of your bouncing tits in his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue around the areola. A plethora of moans threatened to ripple out of you, but you held back, remembering that you're not in the sanctuary of Rafayel's room.

He released them with a lewd, wet pop, shifting his attention towards the neglected nipple. Ensuring that both were thoroughly lavished with his teasings. You winded your arms around his neck, biting down on his shirt to keep your debauched wailing at bay.

Then he started to pound into you, snapping his hips vigorously, burying inside you deeper until all you could see was stars all over your vision. "You can come again for me, right? Come on, give it to me. My sweet treasure, you're doing so well." He praised, lapping at your sensitive nub.

Sensing that you were inching closer to release, Rafayel trailed his hand to fondle your swollen clit, determined to see you writhe beneath him. "That's it, cutie. Let yourself feel good." He urged, his voice ragged yet soft despite the intensity of his thrusts.

Your pussy clamped around him as you felt your climax embraced you wholly. Gasping into his shirt as your body trembled. Rafayel groaned lowly, orgasming not long after you did, spilling his seed inside your pulsating walls.

His hips stilled and he collapsed atop of you, panting softly against your neck. "That was… amazing. You're so beautiful when you come for me like that." He brushed a kiss to your cheek before tilting to find your lips.

You hummed in satisfaction as he kissed you reverently, cupping your face. Pulling away slightly, he rested his forehead against yours, "Let's get you cleaned up… you're okay, aren't you?

Giving him a smile, you nodded in affirmation, "Yeah, I'm okay."

He mimicked your expression, a smile of his own curled on his lips, "Okay, sweetheart."

And while you do revel in the benefits and perks of being his partner, it undoubtedly came with consequences. How could someone like you, a mere hunter, ended up catching the eye of the world's elite was beyond comprehension. Their fixation left a sour taste, uneasy and unwelcome. Still, you told yourself, if they kept their distance from your work and day-to-day life, then everything should be fine… right?

Helping Rafayel was definitely out of the question, of course, you were bound to aid him one way or another. It was a silly thought to entertain if you were to suddenly refuse and be adamant in your hesitation. However, that's not what bothered you. One of the reasons was because Rafayel had suggested a bold proposition.

To don a disguise, and not just any disguise but one that left you bewildered with questions tumbling through your head. Rafayel wanted you to cross-dress. Or, as he put it:

"Think about it, cutie. You'll be the perfect gentleman for the evening, and I'll be your princess, clinging to your arm and looking all pretty. I can't exactly reveal my voice or else our entire plan would backfire." He sighed dramatically, nuzzling deeper into your lap/.

That was five days ago. Way before his persistence became relentless. Well, it wasn't like you haven't taken an undercover job like this before. Being a hunter is more than just tracking down Wanderers and sniffing out fluctuated meta-fluxes. Sometimes, it meant slipping into a role and performing as though your life depended on it.

Because it was, at least, in its own unorthodox way. Missions like these were few and far between, rare enough to be considered sacred, and almost never entrusted to a hunter of your rank. You'd seen Rafayel navigate these social labyrinths with seamless poise, yet you couldn't say the same for yourself. Mimicking the airs of a polished man whose life revolved around golf swings and clandestine auctions wasn't exactly your strong suit.

You were almost tempted to refuse again. To see that sulk expression etched on his face as he tightened the grip on your waist, peering up at you. His sunset colored eyes wide and pleading, the word please lingered on the tip of his tongue.

As much as you loved to tease him, you knew it wouldn't have been satisfactory, not when he's clearly in distress despite how hard he tries to hide it beneath his playful demeanor. You carded your fingers through his silky hair, tugging just enough to coax a fragile whimper from his lips.

"Alright. But you'll have to teach me how to play the part of a refined gentleman." You could have sworn his face lit up the moment the words left your mouth. Your reluctant agreement sparking unrestrained delight in him.

"Say no more. I'll train you to become the most sophisticated high-class man in no time. So you better pay close attention, yeah?" He teased with a grin.

The gala was scheduled to take place a week from now on. Which meant there wasn't exactly enough time to prepare and skim over the minuscule details. Yet somehow, Rafayel guided you with practiced ease, showing you how to move, speak, and even breathe like someone who owned the world and indulged only in its finest luxuries.

Finally, the evening has come. You blinked once, twice then thrice at the sight before you, hardly recognizing the figure in the mirror. Looking back at you was your own reflection — sharpened, refined, dressed in a suit so pristine it radiated effortless power. Confidence clung to the crisp lines of the fabric, an aura that no one could easily shake.

The wig sat firmly in place, courtesy of Rafayel's surprisingly skilled hands. Who would've thought he was so well-versed in the delicate art of wigs? He hadn't stopped there either; he'd taken it upon himself to paint your face with subtle touches of makeup, sculpting you into the very image of a man who exuded wealth and authority.

Even the hidden insoles in your polished leather Oxfords had further heightened the illusion, elevating you just above Rafayel's height. It was staggering, almost unbelievable. In a matter of hours, Rafayel had molded you into someone you barely known.

The rhythmic click of heels against the floor drew you from your reverie. You turned, and your breath caught as your eyes widened imperceptibly. A quiet gasp escaped your lips as your brain struggled to come to terms with the beautiful transformation Rafayel had executed.

There, standing before you, was Rafayel, like a vision pulled straight out of a dream. Draped in a gown that glimmered like starlight, he looked breathtaking. His wig fell in soft, cascading waves, framing his face in a way that felt almost unreal. The makeup was flawless, subtle yet it only further to highlight his features, turning him into a masterpiece. Even the black lenses he had worn to match the hair, meant only to mask his identity, added a mysterious air surrounding him.

For a fleeting moment, you almost forgot this was all part of the mission.

A cheeky smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, "Whatcha think? Don't I make the most dazzling woman you've ever seen?" He teased but you were so hung up over the fact that your heart is hammering rapidly against your chest.

Swallowing hard, you fumbled for words, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks, "Y- yeah… you look beautiful. Very… beautiful." You mumbled, the clumsy repetition only made you feel more sheepish but it was the truth.

For a moment, Rafayel only gazed at you quietly, savoring the expression written all over your face. Then a soft smile bloomed as he slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Aww, cat got your tongue, cutie? If you like it this much then I wouldn't mind staying dressed like this all night."

Flustered, you gave him a weak nudge but it lacked any bite, "C'mon, we'll be late if we don't get moving."

"Fine, fine," He chuckled, looping his arms with yours. "Lead the way, my dashing gentleman." He winked, just to see you squirm one more time before proceeding to venture off to their destination.

The car came to a stop in front of a palatial mansion, a glittering hive of wealth and extravagance. Sleek black cars lined the drive, while the entrance overflowed with men in tailored suits and women gracing around in sparkling gowns that's worth more than a lifetime's earnings.

In the backseat, your chest tightened with a wave of anxiety threatening to consume you whole. Rafayel's fingers intertwined with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, his voice soothing to your fraying nerves. "Hey… you've got this. There's nothing you can't do. And I'll be right here, beside you, my ever-reliable Miss Bodyguard. Don't forget that."

You gave him a weak nod before drawing in a deep breath, steeling yourself for the event that's about to transpire. "I'm ready." You muttered, mustering all of the courage you have and pushing it to the forefront, hoping that everything would go according to plan.

As the chauffeur held the door, you climbed out, adjusting the lapels of your suit. Seconds later, Rafayel emerged by your side, linking his arm through yours with natural ease. With a playful gleam hidden beneath his purple colored eyes, he effortlessly embodied the striking image of a high-class lady escorting her partner into a grandeur gala.

The both of you were greeted by the sight of over-the-top opulence. Diamonds shining brilliantly, gilded halls, and an air so thick with affluence it was almost stifling. Your fists clenched momentarily before you forced your body to relax. To breathe and settle into the role, absorbing the extravagance as though you actually belonged here.

You surveyed the crowd with calculated precision. Rafayel had somehow secured the guest list, making you memorize every name and face. It was your shield for the evening, to glide your way through the pretentious small talk without faltering, no matter who approached.

Immediately, you and Rafayel were swept into a current of endless conversations. Miraculously, you breezed through them all, each exchange smoother than the last until the process began to feel natural. All the while, Rafayel stayed close at your side, wordlessly keeping his promise to conceal his true voice.

More than a few guests inquired, rather directly, about Rafayel's silence. But you deflected with the carefully crafted explanation the two of you had rehearsed. His silence was not optional — it was vital. The risk of someone recognizing his voice and potentially informing the host about his appearance could only lead to disaster.

A gentle tug on your sleeve pulled you from the on-going chatter. You diverted your attention to Rafayel, who inclined his head discreetly, prompting you to look in the same direction. There, amidst a cluster of bodyguards, stood a figure exuding power and control. The host, most likely and the very person you'd come searching for.

No one brought personal guards to an event like this unless they had something to hide. It could only mean one thing, they were likely the one orchestrating this entire fraudulent affair. You narrowed your gaze, focusing on the figure in question: a tall, lanky man clad in a plain black suit, his face half-hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses.

He was easy to overlook, deliberately so. Every detail about him screamed inconspicuous, from his lackluster attire to his muted demeanor. It was clear he had purposely dressed like this. A smart tactic, really, for anyone trying to stay invisible. Unfortunately for him, that subtlety was his greatest mistake to you and Rafayel.

Effortlessly, you and Rafayel managed to disengage from the crowd, approaching closer to your target. The man's tone was low, hesitant, a hint of unease bleeding through his words Either he realized the severity of his crimes, or he'd already suspected something was amiss, you weren't sure. But guilt rarely lingered in men like him.

Then the curtains cascaded down and the lights dimmed, swallowing the room in expectant hush. Lively murmur of guests stilled, every gaze drawn toward the illuminated stage. When the curtains parted again, the emcee's voice boomed through the speakers, smooth, practiced and far too cheerful as he introduced their latest acquisition.

And there it was, the centerpiece of the night. A breathtaking painting that depicted a Lemurian woman, her amethyst hair blending seamlessly with the azure tides that surrounded her. A serene smile touched her lips as she cradled her infant to her chest. Her tail shimmered, curling like a ribbon of grace, each brushstroke brought her to life. It was not merely an art piece; it was a celebration of motherhood, immortalized in color and devotion.

For the briefest moment, you swore you felt Rafayel tensed beside you. His grip on your arm tightened, just slightly before it disappeared as if it never happened. When you turned to look at him, his expression was unreadable, calm and composed. But his eyes held a different story, it was fierce, like a storm raging beneath still waters.

A flicker of understanding passed through you. That painting wasn't just any other art. It was a fragment of Rafayel's history, something sacred. No wonder he was so determined to reclaim it. Still, a question lingered in your mind. How did a relic like that end up here, paraded as a prize? From the look on Rafayel's face, he didn't know either.

The revelation only strengthened your resolve to help Rafayel and see this operation through to the end. To think that someone was bold enough to brazenly stole a piece that held the weight of Rafayel's origins boiled your blood.

Humans and their arrogance, it never failed to disgust you. It further proved that they only see Lemurians as nothing more than curiosities. Just pretty possessions, not living beings. Ornaments to flaunt around when it suited their gain.

All you wanted to do in that moment was to drag Rafayel away and console him. The pain behind his calm facade was too familiar; the sheer disrespect he had seen directed toward his people was more than he could bear to voice. You drew in a steady breath, slithering an arm around his waist and leaned close, "Jellyfishes on board."

Rafayel gave a slow nod, a signal between the two of you, a code meant to keep unwanted ears from prying into your conversation. A waiter appeared beside him, tray in hand, offering two flutes of champagne.

A graceful smile adorned his face as his fingers brushed the stem of the glass. Until the crystal slipped from his grasp and shattered against the marble floor. A hush rippled through the nearby guests as the golden liquid bled into his gown. The poor staffer froze, stammering a stream of apologies.

Before the guests could shift their focus back to the painting, another staff member stumbled nearby, crashing onto the ground. This time, the distraction worked flawlessly. The shattered glass had served its job well, almost as if the universe itself was conspiring in your favor.

The bodyguards reacted instantly, rushing toward the commotion, leaving the man momentarily exposed. Seizing the opportunity, you moved in a blur, grabbing the man, hand clamping tightly over his mouth. You'd already memorized the building's layout, giving you an added leverage. With swift precision, you yanked him into a deserted room.

You drew your gun and aimed it at his head before the man could even dared to scream. His breath hitched, fear flashing in his eyes as his shaking hands shoot up in surrender. "P- please… d- don't hurt me. I- I can give you anything. Just name the price." He sputtered, his voice trembling as he cowered beneath your looming presence.

It felt out of character, strange and unnatural to act this way, but the plan had been drilled into your head. You could almost hear Rafayel's voice reminding you to embody a man of authority, one that commanded power without question. The hunter instinct in you stirred, threatening to go against everything you had practiced but you forcibly quelled it down.

You weren't yourself in this exact moment. Hell, you didn't even look like you. Dressed in a disguise and waltzing around in a man's skin. Yet, somehow, it gave you the confidence to portray your part perfectly. To ensure that you obtained the information you needed out of the man.

"Are you the host? How did you acquire the painting?" You asked calmly.

"Y- yes. B- but it's not just me!" The man blurted out, his words tumbling over one another. "Th- the painting…! The organization handed it to me. S- something about it being worth m- more than anything they've ever auc- auctioned!" Sweat dripped down his temple, every line in his face etched in distress.

You clenched your jaw, fighting the urge to sigh. Of course, it wasn't just him. You could already feel an impending headache rising inside you. This was bigger and planned. A network determined to screw Rafayel over. One that seemed to have a personal vendetta against him.

"Listen carefully. Here's what you're going to do. Cease this gala down and hand the painting over. Now." Your tone left no room for argument as you cocked the gun, letting the metallic click speak for you.

He went white, nodding so fast in a haze of panic, "A- absolutely! I'll shut it down r- right away. Just p- please don't shoot." His fingers fumbled for his phone, tapping frantically across the screen.

Years of training had prepared you for any sort of unexpected circumstance. Your ears picked up a noise emitting behind the door. Swiftly, you surged forward, gripping the man and pulled him into cover behind the chair. A split second later, the door burst open, splintering off its hinges as bodyguards swarmed in, weapons drawn.

Fucking fantastic, you inwardly cursed. Your eyes darted for any exit around the room. As soon as you spotted an opening, you leaped, hauling the man up with you. He let out a frightened squeak, trembling in your grip as you sprinted toward the back door, every heartbeat echoing like a ticking time-bomb.

The cold wind engulfed the second you burst outside, and your eyes met Rafayel's sharp, unwavering gaze. He caught your hand, pulling you close. In his other hand, he clutched the painting. It looked like he had managed to successfully escape the chaos inside and acquired what was rightfully his.

Your relief was short-lived, however, as you hear screams and calls coming from the building. Threatening you to release the man. You turned to Rafayel, questions written all over your face, but his expression was apathetic and cold as he spoke, "Release him."

At his words, you immediately let go and the man staggered backward as the two of you ran for your lives.

It was all a blur afterward. All you could recall was the rush of air, Rafayel's hand gripping yours and the two of you diving into the car. Tires screeched against the pavement as it sped off into the night like you're in some sort of action film. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, your chest heaving as you slumped against the backseat.

Instead of heading to Mo Art Studio, Rafayel had booked a hotel on the outskirts of the city. "For safety," he reasoned. You have neither the energy nor the drive to argue so you relented. There was no doubt that someone would be searching for you both. You sighed wearily, kicking off your Oxfords and collapsed onto the bed. Beyond exhausted from the thrill of earlier's events.

"Are you okay?" Rafayel's voice broke through the quiet, his heels clicking faintly as he crossed the room. He sat beside you on the bed, brushing a strand of synthetic hair away from your damp forehead. You didn't respond, opting to stare at him.

He was still dressed in his disguise, the gown draping elegantly over his frame, his lips painted the shade of rose quartz. You knew you should move, clean up and rest for the night but all you could do was admire his beauty. A wave of desire suddenly sprang inside you at the sight of him like this.

Wordlessly, you sat up and cupped his cheek, leaning in to press your lips to his. It was soft at first before it gradually deepened. The tension and fatigue in your body slowly dissolved, replaced by the warmth of his touch as you felt him reciprocating the gesture. He tasted like champagne, his tongue swirling around yours in an intoxicating battle.

"Woah… cutie, what's gotten into you?" He murmured against your lips, breathless and teasing. But you were desperate, choosing to silenced him with another kiss. Hungrier and needier as his hands roamed across your curves, undoing your buttons one by one. You drew him closer, wanting to feel him, to lose yourself in him.

A muffled gasp emitted from Rafayel's throat as his back met the mattress. You're now straddling his hips, breaking the kiss away as you began to move your hips. He whined, "W- wait- let me take this gown off first." He murmured, his tone trembling with need.

But you only smiled lazily, your gaze drinking him in. "No… not yet." You whispered, wanting to memorize the way he looked beneath you, adorned in ethereal beauty and vulnerability all at once.

You lift his gown up, tugging the short pants and boxers down. Rafayel's breath hitched as your hand found its way to wrap around his hardening shaft, stroking him reverently. "You were so pretty today… my pretty fishie." You chuckled, sticking your tongue out to lap at Rafayel's tip, swollen and leaking precum.

Rafayel let out a strangled groan as your warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock in one swift motion. He whimpered, clenching his fists as he tried to hold himself back. All he wanted was to buck and go deeper but he was determined to go at your pace. He was completely at your mercy.

Your gaze fixated on him as you swallowed every inch of him, relaxing your throat. "F- fuck…!" His voice ragged and strained with pleasure. Your tongue swirled around his sensitive cockhead as you hummed. The vibrations sending jolts of electricity up his body.

He could feel every pull and suck as you worked your way up and down his thick length. Your cheeks hollowed as you took him in further, deep-throating him. Drool trickling out of your mouth as you set a steady pace, inch by inch disappearing past your kiss-swollen lips.

"That feels good…" He can feel your hot mouth constricting around his length and it was enough to make his head spin with intense lust and the encompassing need to be obedient for you.

It was overwhelming at how utterly addicted he was towards you. Every brush of your hand, every whisper against his skin set him alight. He needed you with the kind of desperation that bordered on the line of obsession, yet he couldn't resist. He'd crumble in your palms if it meant that you would stay. If this was what it feels like to drown then he would gladly sink deeper into your presence.

Rafayel started to rock his hips, slowly as you hand trailed to massage his balls, earning another low groan. He felt the head of his cock nudging against the back of your throat and it was dizzying to experience this much pleasure.

Instead of pulling away, you swallowed deeper, your nose brushing against the little curls of his pubic hair. The obscene slurping sounds filled the room, mingled with Rafayel's needy moans. Your hands grasping his thighs, keeping him in place as you picked up the rhythm. Intent on seeing him unravel wholly in front of you.

The Lemurian arched his back, fisting the sheets as he felt the tell-tale signs of his impending release creeping up on him. He could never last long with you, not when you're sucking him fervently and making him feel like he was lost in planes of ecstasy.

He forced himself to stare down at you, watching as you eagerly slurped and worked your lips around his shaft. "G- gonna come! Wait—! Pull out, I'm gonna—" A keening cry tore out of his throat as Rafayel spilled his load into your warm mouth.

Humming, you patted his thighs, wordlessly telling him how good he was as you drank down every last drop of his cum. As his orgasm began to subside, you withdrew from his cock with a lewd pop. Smirking as you gave the sensitive tip a kiss. Rafayel shuddered at the gesture, mewling as he admired you with unfocused eyes.

But you weren't done. Not by a long shot. You kissed him again, letting him taste himself as the intimate act deepened, until you felt his breath tremble against yours. He yielded easily, trusting you completely. You knew deep in your bones that he was willing to take whatever it is that you handed to him. That mere thought alone fueled your need to claim every piece of him.

Somewhere between haphazardly making out and frisky hands reaching out to one another, you find yourself still straddled on top of him. But your pants were strewn carelessly on the floor, courtesy of Rafayel's doing. You bit your lips as you grinded your slick folds against his length, already hardening at the promise for more.

"Please…" He begged, staring up at you with heated arousal and undivided devotion. "Please, what?" You teased, purposely gripping the base of his shaft and easing the tip in and out.

A frustrated groan evoked out of him and it took every ounce of his patience to abide by your commands. "Please, cutie. Put it in me. I need it." The needy words spilled effortlessly as he surrender to your whims.

With one final smirk, you deliberately sink down, letting out a breathy gasp as your soaked pussy engulfed his member. Rafayel hissed, his hands finding purchase on your hips.

You decided that you've had enough of torturing your poor lover, succumbing fully onto the pleasure as you ride him vigorously. Your moans and Rafayel's blended together in a perfect symphony, a music to both of your ears.

"J- just like that. D- don't stop…!" Rafayel grunted, thrusting to meet with your pace, hitting that sweet spot that made your head all mushy and cloudy from how good it felt. Your tits bounced enticingly with each movement as your cunt clenched around his length.

Your quivering fingers threaded through Rafayel's hair, tugging sharply until the wig shifted out of place. Strands of his real hair slipped free. His lips parted in a soft gasp, sunset colored eyes hazy and glazed with raw, unbridled desire.

"M- more! F- fuck, hah…! More!" His shaft throbbed deeply inside your enveloping heat, clearly aroused by your ministrations. Your other hand grasped his face, relishing the wanton expression he makes. Then you slid your fingers past his lips, riding him harder as he eagerly sucked on your digits.

You could almost feel him twitch beneath you as you continued to lift your hips up and down, gripping his hair tightly as your stomach coiled. Keeping your rhythm relentless and full of fervor, aching to see Rafayel come once again in your pussy.

His moans escalated, growing desperate and a pitch higher. Drool leaking all over your digits as he suckled. "C- coming!" He cried out, his body writhing and arching beneath you as he erupted, unleashing his cum in your sopping cunt.

Just mere seconds after he climaxed, you followed suit, your inner walls tightening around his spent cock as you threw your head back and came all over his member. A gush of your essence marred his stomach, but Rafayel didn't mind. Not when he's panting softly, peering up at you with his pupils blown from the overwhelming orgasm he experienced.

A lazy smile curved on your lips as you brushed a kiss to his forehead. "Goodnight, my baby." You murmured, watching as Rafayel's eyelids fluttered shut, his body melting into the mattress — overstimulated and blissfully spent from your endless teasing.

it was an ordinary touch, nothing explicit. or so you thought because once he sensed that you were getting a bit distracted — his fingers would run all over your body, even through the fabric of your clothes, you can feel his desperation in wanting to unravel you.

by this point, you'd be leaning back, head on his shoulder as he feels you up. taking his time and enjoying each shudder and soft whimpers you emitted. it was intoxicating and frankly, he can't get enough. he was drunk on the pretty sounds you let out.

you'd be a trembling mess on his lap, pathetically begging him to stop teasing and touch you properly. but rafayel would just nuzzle your neck, lightly kissing over your pulse. "not yet cutie. you have to be patient and wait for your reward." he'd murmured breathlessly.

his voice alone was enough to send you into an overdrive. you needed him bad. clutching onto the last crumbling resolve you had, you'd feebly gripped his wrists, "please… just touch me. i want you… i need you so much."

you both knew he's weak for you. he couldn't resist you no matter how hard he tried. you were his lifeline — his everything. and he would do anything to satisfy you greatly.

and so, rafayel would carefully pry your clothing away. letting it fall onto the floor and once you're fully bare, he'd caress your smooth skin and marvel at how lucky he is to be loved by a goddess like you.

instinctively, you'd spread your legs open. his long fingers would skim lower and lower, purposely leaving behind jolts of arousal that makes you crave for more. he would start off with a gentle, tentative rub on your clit. a moan breathes out of you and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter shut at the sensation.

rafayel would keep a steady rhythm as he strokes you while his free hand shifts to knead and squeeze your breast. pinching and rolling the nipple between his index and thumb, heightening the pleasure you currently you feel.

"you're so wet for me… it's oozing so much juice. naughty girl." rafayel cooed and smirked as his fingers descended to circle around the entrance. your arousal coats his digits and reverently, he pushes a finger in.

not even a minute passes that he's already slipping in another. scissoring you effortlessly while he continues his ministrations on your chest.

by the time he's done, you're a trembling mess. a puddle in his embrace, relishing in the way he pulls you closer.

his long, slender fingers slick with your arousal. you watched tentatively as he made a show of sucking it clean, savoring the taste and humming appreciatively. "tastiest juice i've ever had." he would say and you would blush, lightly slapping his arm.

“Oh… did you need anything?” He asked, his voice soft yet there’s an underlying hint of fatigue. 

Frowning, you leaned in to observe him carefully, “Xavier, are you sick?” You brought your hand up to press against his forehead.

Immediately you pull back, recoiling like you’ve been burned. And sure enough, Xavier was heating up and you can tell from the way he fidgets in the doorway that this is taking a lot of toll on him.

Wordlessly, you gently placed a hand on his arm and pushed him inside, letting the door close with a click. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re sick?” 

You led him back to his bedroom, beckoning him to lay down. “I didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t expect it to be this… bad either.” He spoke sheepishly, resting his head on the pillow.

Instead of fretting over, you chose to silently rummage through the cabinets of his kitchen. You let out a sigh once you realize that Xavier had no medications on-hand.

Walking back to the bedroom, you find Xavier with his eyes closed. Beads of sweat rolling down his face. His shirt unbuttoned, leaving his chest bare and on-display. 

Yet, his face contorted into one that speaks of pain. Even though you knew that your partner was the type to not vocally admit that he’s not fine.

“I’m going out for a bit to grab some meds for you. Will you be okay alone?” 

He lets out a low groan before fluttering his eyes open, blinking blearily at you. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

Still, you couldn’t help but hesitate a bit. Xavier is more than capable of handling any sort of situation but seeing him in this state and vulnerable tugged at your heart. There’s nothing you want more than to scoop him into your arms and rock him to sleep. 

But before that, you need to get the proper medications first. You cast a long lingering gaze at him, “Call me if you need anything.” 

With that, you left the house. 

As you made your way through the street, your mind wandered to the possibility and cause of his sickness. It was rare to see Xavier sick minus the times where he’s gotten himself injured after a battle with Wanderers. That was different – this however, was something else entirely. Sure, maybe it really was just a simple fever but could it really be just that? What if something happened to him that he didn’t tell you? You’ve come to terms with the fact that Xavier has his own secrets and mysteries that he kept quiet about. Despite the budding curiosity that grows within you with each encounter, you find it hard to vocalize the need to know.

After all, they say patience is a virtue. With time, surely he’ll come around and bare the truth in front of you willingly. For now, you’ll just occupy yourself with other tasks. Such as taking care of a certain sick hunter.

You watched as Xavier reluctantly swallowed the medicine you fed him. His face contorted into a grimace. “Was there no strawberry flavor?” 

A small chuckle emitted out of you, “No. I’m afraid those are only for kids.”

“Hmm…” He pouted and frowned slightly before turning to glance at the pills scattered beside him. “You bought a lot… surely you won’t need me to take all of them, right?”

Placing down the glass of water to his bedside table, “Of course not. These are just inventory stocks. For you to keep them so that the next time you get sick, you wouldn’t have to go out and buy them anymore.”

He picked one up and examined it, “That’s thoughtful of you but…” His blue eyes locked with yours, “You didn’t have to do that. I don’t really get sick much.” 

As soon as he said that, a cough wracked out of him. You swiftly patted his back as he lurched forward, his body was burning up. You reached out and grabbed the glass of water again, handing it to him, which he gratefully drank from.

“Try and get some rest.” You said softly as you made a way to stand up from the bed. But Xavier’s hand held onto yours, “No, stay.” 

Hearing him say that and looking back onto that flushed expression, you couldn’t help but oblige. Laying down next to him despite the fact that you could potentially get a fever too from the close proximity.

When you turned your head to the side to gaze at him, he was already fixated on you. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” 

“Everything is too hot.” 

You suddenly remembered the cold compression you had brought along. You sat up and reached out for it, “Here, let me cool you up.”

Xavier only lets out a noncommittal hum, giving you a sign to go ahead as he closes his eyes, awaiting for the cool compress. Tentatively, you began to press it against his skin, hoping that it could alleviate some of his discomfort. 

And yet, a wicked part of you wondered what would happen if you were to mess around with him for a bit. A sly smile curved onto your lips as you teasingly lowered it down and prod his bare stomach with it. A soft hiss and grunt leaves his mouth before he flutters his eyes open.

“What are you doing?” He spoke weakly, his voice slightly strained. 

Opting to further elicit reactions out of him, you continued to poke and press the cold compress harder. Whimpering, Xavier effortlessly caught your wrist, effectively stopping you from relentlessly teasing him.

A small smile etched on his face, “Having fun, aren’t you?” 

You responded with a cheeky grin, “Of course. It’s not everyday I get to take care of a super skilled hunter.” You retorted by pressing the compress to the side of his abdomen – a sensitive spot that only you knew. Whilst your other hand caressed his stomach, feeling how warm he is before you trailed your hand up to brush against his nipples.

Sensing how much he liked it, you repeated the motion until he was writhing underneath your ministrations. Your fingers rubbing the engorged buds until they are pert and hard. 

A startled gasp escaped from your lips as Xavier suddenly pinned you down on the bed. He was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed from the cold he’s experiencing, yet his strength still overpowered you despite his frail condition at the moment.

“Do you really think it’s fair for you to mess and tease me around like this?” He caressed your cheek tenderly, “You make it hard for me to resist. All I want to do is to fuck you senselessy until you’ve learned the consequences of your actions.” He murmured, leaning in to nuzzle onto the crook of your neck.

His hot breath touched your skin and you felt shivers running down your spine at the close proximity. You knew it was silly and well, a tad bit immature to be poking fun at and taunt Xavier while he’s sick. But staring back at his reddened face and having his body pressed up close against you like this in bed made your brain short-circuit. 

A smaller part of yourself preened under his attention though. It’s a heady feeling to know that you’ve got your partner all hot and bothered just by teasing him. Xavier breathing down on you hotly and another part of you felt a twinge of regret at having to disturb his rest. Yet, he was the one who insisted on having you this close to him.

How could you possibly deny his request when all you craved is to be near him, no matter what circumstances you both find yourselves in. You felt his hand caress your rear bottom before he laid his head on your chest, staring at you intensely.

His hand found yours, intertwining as he spoke breathlessly, “You know… the closer they are to it, the more sensitive they become.” Referring to your touch and your presence.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, your mind going blank the minute he gazed into your eyes. “Xavi… we shouldn’t. You’re sick.” 

“You do know that it’s more than just a fever.” He lowered his head and ran his fingers onto your clothed body, mimicking your teasing gestures earlier. “Even when I’m like this, I just can’t resist you. I need to feel every part of you.” 

Your mouth went dry as he spoke his desire towards you. Feeling your restrain waver amidst his words. He tilted his head up, “You did say you want to help me.”

Well, I’ll be damned, you mentally thought to yourself. Cupping his face, you relented and finally gave in, “Alright. But only one round, okay? You need to recover and gain your strength.”

That made him smile, nodding, “Okay.” With that, he leaned in, “Can I kiss you?” He asked hesitantly despite the fact that you gave him the go sign. Looks like he’s still a bit wary, afraid that you’ll catch the fever too. 

But at this point, you were too desperate for him. “For you, always.” You reassured him.

Your lips met his almost instantly – passionate and sloppy. All wet with saliva and tongue. You gasped at the eagerness of his claim, a bit taken aback. You had thought that he would start off slow but as it turns out, Xavier was more pent-up than you’d realized. 

Even in this feverish state, he’s still hungry and craving for every inch of you. Swallowing your whimpers and moans as he devours your mouth, his tongue entangling along with yours in a fiery dance.

As you two broke the kiss, he pushed your shirt up to reveal you in your bra. Leaning in, he began to pepper kisses along the swell of your breasts. “I could never get enough of you. I need to have you all the time.” 

Effortlessly, his fingers unhooked your bra, tossing the garment aside as he stared down at your bare chest. “Don’t hold back. Let me listen to you.” He said before diving in and taking your nipple into his warm mouth. Suckling and swirling his tongue around the bud.

A string of moans fell from your lips as he lavished your hardened peak. His other hand trailed up to brush against your neglected nipple, twisting it in between his fingers. Sending jolts of pleasure all across your body. The dual sensation only further arouses you, dampening your panties with slick as he teased your buds. 

He pulled away with a lewd pop, moving to suck and lick on your other engorged peak. You mindlessly bucked your hips against his body. The heat emitting off of him combined with his mouth on your sensitive spot makes your head spin with need. 

“Xavier… please…” You mewled out, seeking friction on your core. Desperately aching for his touch. He released your nipple and gazed at you, “Does my bunny need more?”

Nodding, you yearned for him to give into your whims and satiate the fuelling desire burning inside you. Xavier smirked at you, enjoying the raw, unbridled hunger plastered all over your pretty pink cheeks. 

He lifted your legs and slid your skirt off along with your panties, baring your glistening slick folds to him. For a moment, Xavier merely stared at it, his breath hitting your flesh. Tentatively, he ran a finger down the slit, feeling how wet you were for him. 

“You’re so wet for me, honey. Looks like I wasn’t the only one who wanted this.” He noted, a hint of pride blending into his voice as he easily slipped a finger in your pussy. 

You bit your lip, fixated on him as he slowly began to thrust, inserting another finger inside. Xavier inched close to your clit and licked as he curled his digits, making you writhe and cry out in pleasure. He lets out a satisfied hum, rumbling against your swollen nub as he eagerly lapped and swirled around the bean. 

Immediately your hand gripped and fisted his hair, the sound of squelching mingling with your moans was bouncing off the walls, creating a heady mix. His tongue laving your clit in rapid circles while his fingers pumped in and out of your dripping cunt. 

Each flick and thrust sends you closer and closer to your climax. You gasped, feeling your stomach tightened as you tethered to the edge. Hearing your escalating cries, Xavier picked up the pace and ate you out with fervor, sliding his digits out of your slippery core with the same rhythm. Determined to make you come undone beneath him.

With one hard suck on the sensitive bud, your body tensed, arching your back as a loud moan teared out of your throat. Xavier continued his ministrations even as you orgasmed, stretching your pussy as he enthusiastically lapped up every drop of your arousal. 

Even as your high subsided, Xavier merely kept his fingers inside you, pumping it in a gentle motion. He pressed a chaste kiss to your clit, gazing up at you with love and adoration gleaming in his eyes. 

A trail of slick coated his chin and all over his mouth, rendering you speechless for a moment as you took in the sight of your partner – covered in your essence and looking as handsome as ever. Xavier slowly pulled his digits out, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing as he crawled up and captured your lips. Letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You whimpered against his lips, melting and wounding your arms around his neck. Drawing him close and needing to feel his desire towards you. His rock-hard erection prodding against your stomach insistently. A swell of excitement courses through your veins at the notion that your lover got aroused and erect while pleasuring you. 

“I can’t wait any longer… need to be inside you.” Xavier rasped as he broke the kiss. Hastily, he shrugged his pants off – no undergarment, he was butt-naked this whole time. The thought elicited a chuckle out of you. Typical, you noted in amusement.

Yet as his cock slapped against his stomach, all of the thoughts and words ceased. Oh, he definitely turned out alright as he took his member in his hand and stroked it, looming over you. Wasting no more time, Xavier lined his length between your entrance. 

You were about to say something when his hips moved forward, his cock thrusting inside you in one smooth movement. He groaned at the sensation of your warm walls gripping and engulfing his member. But his was hotter, instantaneously making you whine. 

“Fuck… feel so good.” Your partner uttered lowly, his fingers digging into your skin, holding you in place as he started to move. The fever radiating off of him as he buried his length deep in you drove you to mewl and claw at his back. It was even more intense than you and his coupling session. 

Reminding you that his sick state heightened every waking muscle in your body. Beads of sweat gathered in between his brows as he focused solely on fucking you in a steady motion. He briefly closes his eyes, savoring the exquisite feeling of finally being one with you despite his insides screaming at him. 

Everything was much more pronounced, every roll of his hips against your cunt seemed to alleviate his senses. Setting his blood on fire as he drove his thick length deeper. “You feel so good. I don’t think I’m going to last long.” He grunted, his voice slightly strained. 

Tilting his head to nuzzle your neck, inhaling your scent, increasing his momentum, drawing sweet sounds of your debauched cries. “Can I finish inside you?” His hot breath fanning over the damp skin as he nibbled and sucked on your throat.

You could only whimper as he pounded into you with an intensity that bordered onto frenzy. His throbbing cock hitting your favorite spot repeatedly. His hand ascended to pinch and roll your puffy nipple. “Tell me, bunny. Where should I cum?”

All you could feel is an overwhelming sense of pleasure entwining one with you. His teasing on your breast and his relentless thrusts into your slick cunt was making you lose all sort of semblance and grip on the situation. 

Even so, you do crave for the feeling of his hot seed filling you up. Marking you and leaving you dazed. With a shuddering gasp, you spoke out, “Inside. Cum inside me, please.” 

As Xavier bit on your neck, you felt his thrusts become more erratic. His pleasure building up along with yours. He trailed his hand down to rub your clit, wanting you to come at the same time. 

Your walls clenched around his length, arching your back as you felt your orgasm envelop your entire being. Xavier’s hips snapped forward in tandem with your climax as he finally let go. A moan escaped his lips as he spilled his load inside your spasming pussy, his cock pulsing as he stilled. 

A satisfied hum emitted off of him as he dropped his weight and laid on-top of you. You yelped at the sudden movement, feeling his breath evening out as he fell into deep slumber. You couldn’t help but smile, running your fingers in his hair as he remained fast asleep.

His cock was still buried inside you however – you can feel his cum starting to leak onto your inner thighs and staining the bedsheets beneath you. You exhaled a sigh of content, basking in the afterglow of you and Xavier’s intimate time together. 

You groaned slightly, “You’re heavy, Xavi.” You murmured, yet you made no effort to move. Instead you wrapped your arms around him and embraced the sick hunter. 

“Sleep well. I hope you feel better soon.” You muttered, kissing his cheek and fluttering your eyes shut. Allowing yourself to drift off to slumberland. Your heart is at ease knowing that Xavier is here and safe, in your arms.

Your eyes widened slightly as you stared at the cloth, your hand instantaneously gripping it. To say that you hadn’t imagined Caleb hovering above you and taking you to bed would certainly be a lie. After all, you tried your best to suppress the emotions bubbling inside you. He’s just your best friend, one that grew up with you, that’s all. You reasoned with yourself yet you struggle to come to terms with the fact that you have long stopped seeing him as just a mere best friend. 

The lines have long since blurred and perhaps you were too ashamed to admit that you do need and crave for him. You threw a glance behind your back, ensuring that Caleb hadn't returned home before you brought his clean boxers up to your nose, taking a whiff of it. It smells just as you predicted it; a faint apple scent paired with laundry detergent mixed with his natural body odor. A smell that is uniquely Caleb and only belonged to him, and it drove you wild. 

You straightened up, yet you didn’t let go of his briefs, keeping it firmly up to your nose to breathe in the arousing scent of the man you secretly loved for years. Shifting your legs, you can feel your panties growing wetter, your thoughts racing haphazardly and morphing into something much perverted — lewd and undeniably inappropriate. 

Lost in the moment, you find yourself slipping a hand below the waistband of your shorts, reaching in and feeling the damp between your legs. Fuck, I should be ashamed of myself, you mused to yourself as you start to slowly rub your clit through the fabric. 

“Oh? Whatcha doing there, pips?” 

You froze, your hand stilling the second you heard Caleb’s familiar voice. Fuck, you were so sure he wouldn’t come back anytime sooner. He had texted and assured you that he won’t be home until seven. And yet, here he is, watching you with an amused glint glazing in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

As you pulled your hand out and spun around to face him, his gaze burned into yours with a fierce intensity. Something much darker and primal and it sent you reeling with need. All coherent thoughts and logical reasoning ceased as soon as he observed you carefully. Seeing him in that Fleet suit does nothing to dwell the aching need stirring in the pit of your stomach.

He hummed, “Did I catch you red-handed?” He said in a low tone, stepping closer until you were mere inches apart from his face. He leaned down and stared deep into your eyes, “Were you touching yourself while sniffing my boxers? So naughty… and here I thought you were just an innocent little hunter.” His voice was mocking almost with an undercurrent of something much more sensual.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, your grip on the garment loosened as you suddenly overcome with a strong sense of embarrassment washing over your body. The prospect that you might have ruined the pure friendship you shared with Caleb was daunting and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for being perverted and letting your desires win. 

You opened your mouth to utter a quick, clumsy apology but Caleb raised a finger and held it up to your lips, “Shhh… no need to say anything else. You know, you’re not the only one who has been doing such lewd acts.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Why do you think I keep offering to do your laundry, hm? Don’t tell me you never suspected a thing.”

The revelation made your eyes widened in shock – after all this time, Caleb wasn’t just being a helpful, thoughtful best friend, no, he was doing it with intention. His words ignited chills all over your spine as you recalled his other kind gestures, wondering if those too, were filled with lewd motives. You should feel disgusted, betrayed even but that would be hypocritical of you.

Neither of you were innocent from this; you’ve stolen his clothes more times than you can count, keeping it hidden in your wardrobe and sniffing them whenever you start to miss him a little too much. Though that started to sound like something straight out of an omegaverse novel… now that you think about it. Still, you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief.

Caleb tentatively cupped your face, his piercing gaze burned with intensity and barely concealed lust. “May I…?” He asked softly, awaiting your answer – the ball is in your hands now, all you had to do was give him the permission to let him completely devour you whole. Your throat was dry and you can’t seem to form the words you wished to convey towards him, so instead, you nodded. 

With your consent, Caleb leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. It started off slow and gentle, reminding you that you’re the one in charge here. His boxers long forgotten, falling off of your grasp and onto the floor. Your hands found its way to fist his shirt and pulled him closer. The bold action made Caleb moan in return, yet he quickly overpowered you, kissing you with fervor; desperate and hungry for every inch of your warm mouth. 

Your back hit the laundry machine as the kiss escalated, his tongue slipping inside as you opened your mouth wider, giving him access. The sensation of his tongue grazing through your cavern made you want to buck your knees in ecstasy. It was pure bliss and all you could feel was heaven in between his lips. 

Caleb broke apart, a string of saliva dribbling down to his chin; a testament to the heated makeout you both engaged in. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and heavy with need, “You have no idea… how long I’ve waited for you. This is everything I’ve ever wanted.” 

Hearing his declaration made your heart soared – years of pining and admiring your childhood best friend from afar led up to this very moment right now. Sure, you were caught in an embarrassing circumstance but hey, at least you got what you wanted in the end right? Caleb caressed your cheek, “Tell me, tell me that you want this too. That you want me.” 

An undercurrent of insecurity bleeds through his voice, despite everything and how close you two are, Caleb is still hesitant to cross the lines you two had. Fear that the friendship might’ve been broken beyond repair but before Caleb could spiral any further, you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Of course, I want you too, Caleb. Just as much as you do.” 

That was all he needed to hear as he scooped you into his arms and princess-carried you into the bedroom. He laid you down gently, looming over you. “Let me take care of you, baby.” He said before claiming your lips once more. 

In the midst of your makeout session with Caleb, his fingers deftly stripped your clothes off. The movement was clumsy and hasty but the both of you were too eager to care. As Caleb finally unhooked your bra, he pulled away to stare down at you. His sunset-eyes glazed with burning desire as he took in the sight of your naked body.

“Beautiful. My gorgeous and pretty baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your neck, sucking onto the flesh, leaving a mark for everyone else to see. “All mine.” He murmured as he descended down to trail kisses down your skin. 

Each kiss enveloped you in chills as your stomach fluttered with butterflies. Caleb inched closer to your dripping sex, biting your inner thigh, making you gasp. He only smirked at your reaction, licking the blooming hickey as he spread your legs. “Don’t hold back. I wanna hear everything.” 

It was the only thing he said before his tongue flicked over your clit. The whimper that escaped through your throat only spurred Caleb to make you feel good. He licked your folds steadily, keeping his gaze fixed on you. The eye contact was enough to fuel the fire churning inside your veins. Sensing how much you liked it, Caleb then suckled the nub as you moaned wantonly.

“F- feels too good…! Caleb!” You keened, gripping his hair firmly. If it were up to Caleb, he would happily die being buried in between your legs. He lapped against your bundle of nerves, “That’s it… feel good for me.” He uttered, his voice slightly muffled as he continued to eat you out with vigor, determined to make you lose yourself. 

Nothing turned him on much more than to see you at his mercy – to let you surrender all of you to him. Caleb would do anything to ensure you were happy, loved and cared for. In every aspect and in every way, he’d go to great lengths just to see that smile on your face (or that blissed out look). 

He suckled and swirled his tongue over your clit, gradually picking up the pace as he slipped a finger in. Immediately, your pussy clenched and fluttered around his digit. Caleb thrusted deeper and curled, making you see stars. 

The dual sensation further heightened your budding release. His other hand held your thigh as he redoubled his efforts, lapping at your clit and scissoring your gummy walls in tandem. You threw your head back, “I- I’m coming!” 

With one last suck and thrust, you climaxed all over Caleb’s face. He moaned against your sensitive flesh, holding down your stare as he slowed his ministrations. Your body trembled as Caleb pressed a lingering kiss to your clit and withdrew his finger out.

“The tastiest thing I’ve ever had.” He spoke breathlessly, a smirk curved on the side of his lips. You can faintly see the pussy juice coating his mouth and down to his chin. It should’ve sent you reeling with a lifetime of pure embarrassment but in that moment all you could think of is how fucking hot he looked.

You reached out to caress his cheek and beckoned him to meet your lips in a tantalizing kiss. Caleb willingly gave you everything you desired. You can taste yourself on his tongue — sweet and slightly tangy. 

A surge of pride swelled inside Caleb’s chest as you lay pliant and satisfied beneath him. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, “Think you’re ready for more?” He asked even though you had affirmed to him that yes, you wanted this as much as he does.

Nodding, you cupped his face, “Yes… I want to feel you inside me. Please.” You pleaded, hoping the sincerity and love swirling in your eyes managed to get through him. Caleb searched your face for any signs of hesitation or discomfort yet found none. 

And so, he leaned back and began to undo his clothes, carelessly discarding it onto the floor. His erection stood tall and proud. The sight made you swallow, your throat parched all of the sudden. He started to stroke it, his expression filled with intense devotion directed towards you and only you. 

“Hurry…” You whimpered, couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him in you now. No more teasing touches or glances — the both of you had waited far too long to be tiptoeing around one another. 

Caleb teasingly rubbed his shaft on your slick folds, prodding at your entrance. The mewls you emitted made his cock throb painfully with need. Without wasting any time, Caleb gently eases himself into you, burying his member deep inside your warm walls. He groaned, “Fuck… pipsqueak… you feel incredible.” 

This was better than anything he had imagined. No more uselessly fisting his cock and sniffing your panties; he had finally captured you right where he wanted and he won’t ever let you go now. Caleb sets a steady rhythm, the squelching sounds radiated off of the room, making him even more aroused. He locked his gaze with you as he moved his hips forward, hardly believing that this is real, that you’re here and you’re finally his.

“Faster… move faster… please.” You begged, yearning to feel him deep inside you. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, seeking out the addicting friction, anything really to quell this insatiable hunger fuelling inside you. 

The brunette must’ve taken a hold of your desperation, at how you feebly reach out to him to wound your arms around his neck. Caleb held your hips and leaned down, murmuring close to your ear, “Hold on tight, baby. I’m gonna make you feel real good.” 

Was what he said before picking up the pace, ramming into you with a single-minded focus. All he cared about at that moment was the feeling of your body and his – joined together at last. Intertwined in each and every aspect. Your souls mingled with his, sealing off your fate that Caleb is the only person you needed. Your best friend and your lover, all in one. 

You fluttered your eyes shut, your keening cries spurring Caleb to bring you to the edge. The way your pussy clenched and fluttered around him, taking him every girth and length deeper until it hit your G-spot. Hearing the pitch in your voice rising, Caleb continued to thrust repeatedly into that special spot, determined to make you come around his cock. 

Caleb grunted, “Come on, come for me. You can do it, be a good girl and come.” He urged you on, his pace unfaltering. You pulled him close and crashed your lips against his as you felt your body stiffened before finally going lax. Caleb happily reciprocated the kiss, swallowing your moans as you trembled beneath his grasp. 

Seconds after you came, Caleb followed suit. His cock erupted inside your spasming cunt, filling you up and breeding you full. You whimpered into the kiss, your body going pliant from the strenuous coupling. Caleb broke apart, panting as he rested his forehead against yours, peering down into your glassy eyes. 

“That was amazing.” He pecked your lips, “Thank you… for trusting me.” He spoke breathlessly.

A soft smile etched on your face as you cupped his face, “Hey, of course I trust you. More than anything.” 

As night fell and engulfed the house, you and Caleb remained in each other’s embrace. He held you close, stroking your hair tenderly as you slept. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and muttered, “I won’t ever leave you. You’re my everything.” He vowed – a promise that he would uphold and fulfill till the end of time. 

Dressed in a white buttoned shirt, paired with a dark blue suit jacket and black tailored slacks. He looked mesmerizing as he always does whenever she sees him. Many people claim that Rafayel’s paintings are beautiful, each brushstroke has its own story and together, mixed with the soft colors is enough to draw someone in. It was easy to get lost in his artworks hence why his buyers are eager to get their hands on the latest pieces of his art. Every art dealer was entranced by the beauty of it. One could say, if you gaze at his painting, the sight of it could linger in your mind even as you slumber, dancing around and luring you into the depths of the ocean.

He smiled at her, his eyes roaming over her figure appreciatively, “Hey cutie, looking good there.” He walked towards her, placing his hands on her hips, “Why the long face…? It’s my exhibition, not yours.” She knows he was just teasing, trying to quell her dwelling thoughts but she can only give him a faint smile.

“I know that… I just…” She sighed, unsure of how to properly form her sentence. Her mind is constantly racing, overlapping each fleeting thought. “I’ve just been… overthinking about all sorts of things, I suppose. Maybe it’s just the stress of everything…” She trailed off, her gaze drifting to the side.

The Lemurian hummed, studying his lover’s face with deep concentration, “Well, we still have some time left to kill. Do you wanna do something to take your mind off things?” His hands cupped her face gently, making her stare at his handsome face. 

“Uh… I’m not sure.” She responded, still preoccupied with her troubles. 

Rafayel’s hands fall to the side before grabbing her wrist and leading her out of the bedroom and into the center of the studio. He gently pushed her down to the couch, “Stay here.” He said before stalking off to grab something from the desk. She could only watch with curiosity, wondering what Rafayel had planned to distract her. 

When he came back, he was holding a box of Pile It Up. She couldn’t help but smile, already feeling a surge of competitive spirit bubbling inside her. “Oh, you’re so on!” She grinned at him.

And yet, after a few minutes of playing, she felt the same thoughts resurfacing. Rafayel didn’t need to be told twice to know that his partner is deep in her worries, he could see the frown etched on her features or the way she subtly tapped her fingers repeatedly against the block. 

He sighed, standing up and taking a seat next to her, “I hate seeing you like this.” He paused, searching her face before caressing her cheek tenderly, “We don’t need to talk about it but I wished I could take all your troubles away. It makes me sad to see you look so blue.” 

A small hint of guilt crept up, she forced herself to hold Rafayel’s gaze. “I’ll be fine, really. Just… stress, the usual.” She spoke tiredly, relishing the feeling of his hand on her cheek. 

Suddenly, an idea popped up inside the painter’s head. “Then… let me put your mind at ease, yeah?” But before she could inquire, the Lemurian pulled her into a soft kiss, effectively drowning out any single thought she had previously. Their lips moved languidly in a passionate yet loving kiss. His hands slid down to feel her curves, swallowing her needy whimpers as his fingers hiked the hem of the dress up, exposing more of her skin. 

He gently laid her down and pulled away, hovering above her, admiring the way her lips are now swollen and glistened with his saliva. No doubt that the lipstick has smeared onto his mouth as well but he couldn’t care less, slowly inching closer to her most intimate place. She bit her lip, growing impatient at his deliberate and sensual movements but the words of protest died in her throat when Rafayel finally touched her clit, feeling the wet patch growing as he kept stroking her.

“You’re already so wet for me… you sure are eager, aren’t you?” He smirked as she gripped his arms and bucked her hips. “Come on, let me hear your pretty sounds, cutie.” He purred, effortlessly pulling her panties to the side and rubbing her slick folds. A string of moans and whimpers fell from her lips as Rafayel continued to touch her, staring intently as her expressions contorted to one of pleasure. The worry lines on her face, the frown and the anxiousness emitting off of her earlier are all gone, replaced by fervent lust and desire. 

With a swift motion, Rafayel plunged two fingers deep inside her wet pussy. Her velvet walls clamping down tightly as he curled his digits, “Ha…! F- fuck! Raf…” She moaned out, it was the sound that he could never get tired of hearing. Her body writhed beneath her lover’s skilful ministrations. 

“That’s it… keep feeling good around my fingers. You’re doing so well for me, baby.” He uttered sultry and low, pressing kisses on her neck before biting onto the flesh. He knew that once she was clear-headed, she would scold him for leaving a mark, especially when they were both due to attend his exhibition later. But Rafayel couldn’t care less, he was addicted to her scent, her taste, her sounds and everything about her makes him want to lose himself completely, surrendering himself to the woman he holds dear to. 

The heat in her stomach coiled, the tell-tale signs of her climax approaching her as Rafayel fingers her faster and deeper, noticing the pitch of her moans getting louder. Her wet cunt squelched obscenely around his long digits as he worked to bring her close to her release. He licked her earlobe and nipped at it, “Be a good girl and come all over my fingers. Come on, you can do it, can’t you?” 

Spurred by Rafayel’s encouragement, she squeezed her eyes shut as her pussy clenched tightly around his plunging fingers. “I’m… I’m close! I’m gonna come!” She cried out, her cunt clamping down on his digits as she came hard, pussy juice gushing out and all over his hand and wrist. 

“Good girl. You did so great, my little conch.” He pulled his soaked fingers out and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Rafayel felt a swell of pride at seeing the state of his lover like this, she’s no longer concerned with troubling thoughts or anxieties. Only a look of pure bliss. 

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean, savoring the taste of her. “You taste divine, my love.” A blush spread through her cheeks as she stared at the sight of Rafayel delightfully tasting her essence. 

“But… I’m not done yet. Not even close.” His voice drops an octave lower as he spread her legs wide and tugged her damp panties off, tossing them on the floor. Her cunt fluttered around nothing, dripping with slick from her orgasm earlier. “I can’t wait to devour you.” And with that, he leaned in and lapped her pussy tentatively, keeping his gaze fixed on her face as her fingers tangled in his purple hair, gripping it. 

Debauched cries and moans bounced off the walls along with the erotic sounds of Rafayel eating her cunt out with vigor, like a man starved. “F- feels so good!” She whimpered as the Lemurian held her thighs, spreading them wider, giving him more access to her sopping core. 

Unable to resist, Rafayel delved in deeper, sealing his lips around her clit and suckling the sensitive nub. He flicked his tongue faster, determined to bring his dear bodyguard to her peak once more. The needy sounds spilling from her lips were like music to his ears, urging him on, to give her the pleasure that she so desperately sought. 

“D- don’t stop, Raf! Please!” Her hips bucked wantonly as she ground her slick cunt against his mouth. Rafayel smirked in response, letting her tug on his hair fiercely as he thrust his tongue deep inside her clutching heat, fucking her with his mouth, feeling incredibly turned on and eager to watch her fall apart beneath him. 

He could feel her juices flooding his mouth, could taste her arousal coating his tongue. Rafayel could go on for days burying his head in between her legs, couldn’t ever get enough of her sweet essence. “Come for me. Come on my tongue like the good girl that you are.” He spurred, the words vibrating against her sensitive flesh. 

The all-too familiar sensation coursed through her body as she moaned out, “I’m gonna come! Raf, I’m gonna come!” At that, Rafayel vigorously sucked hard on her clit, feeling her walls starting to flutter and clench around his plunging tongue. He could feel the heat of her core climbing, threatening to spill once more. The Lemurian easily slipped in two fingers, knuckle-deep into her dripping cunt. He pumped them in and out, curling them just so to hit that spot that made his lover writhe in utter bliss. 

It was too much, the stimulation was overbearing as her body tensed, her thighs clamped around his head as she teetered on the brink. Rafayel gripped her hips tighter, holding her in place as he ate them out with wild, desperate abandon. 

“Rafayel!” She cried out, arching off of the couch as her orgasm crashed over her for the second time. The painter moaned as he felt the flood of arousal coating his tongue and chin, lapping it up greedily as she shuddered and quaked beneath him. He could feel the way her walls gripped his fingers, sucking in and reluctant to let go, milking his hand for all it was worth. 

“P- please… too much…” She whined, riding out the intense wave of her climax. Rafayel gave her dripping wet pussy one last lick before pulling back slightly to catch his breath. “I could just drown in your taste for the rest of my life.” He spoke breathlessly, slowly withdrawing his fingers and bringing them up to his mouth to lick them clean, just like he did earlier.  

Just as Rafayel was about to lean down and kiss her, the unmistakable sound of his ringtone snapped both of their attention. Rafayel stared down at her, a look of surprise on his face, “Let me get it.” He stood up and walked over to the desk, grabbing his phone. Frowning, he reads the message and pockets it away, looking back at her with a sigh. “It’s Thomas. Says we need to be at the exhibition in 20 minutes.” 

A small part of her felt disappointed at the fact that they would need to go out soon but she wasn’t just the only one whos’ feeling it. Rafayel gazed at her with a slight pout, he had hoped to fuck her silly before they were called to the gallery. But alas, duties calls and if they stalled any longer, Thomas would suspect something was up, even though Rafayel is known for arriving late to his exhibitions or not even appearing at all. 

“Should we just ditch this and not go?” He said exasperatedly, crossing his arms in annoyance. She smiled softly at him, sitting up straight and pulling her dress down, still panty-less underneath. She could feel her own slick running down her inner thighs, a faint blush spread through her cheeks as she briefly recalled the way Rafayel had brought her to climax twice. 

However, her gaze lowered to the sight of Rafayel’s painfully hard and obvious bulge, straining against his pants. Biting her lips, she quickly squashed down any lewd thoughts, refraining from losing her focus by daydreaming about sinking her tight wet cavern onto Rafayel’s thick cock. No, she needs to get it together and actually drag her Lemurian lover to the gallery, lest they face the wrath of Thomas. 

With a reluctant smile, she stood up and bent down to pick up her panties, slipping them on. “I guess it’s time to go. Come on, you pouty baby.” She pinched his cheek, earning a glare from her lover but it lacked no malice, instead filled with tenderness and love. Rafayel sighed dramatically, intertwining their fingers together, “Fine, fiiiiinee.” 

As they began to walk towards the front door, she paused, “Ah wait, I need to grab something.” But Rafayel wouldn’t budge, clasping her hand tightly as he stared ahead. He leaned in and whispered hotly in her ears, “Just keep your panties on. Don’t think this is over just because we’re going somewhere.” Heat rises up to her cheeks at the suggestive implication, was Rafayel planning something? It was a risky move, she knew she should go and grab the short pants to wear beneath her dress but Rafayel only gripped his hold on her, sensing the slight confusion. “Trust me, cutie. I know a way to make the exhibition waaaay more entertaining.” 

Alas, she gave in and nodded, “No funny stuff, alright!” She warned but Rafayel only smiled cheekily at her in response. “I’ll be a good boy and behave, dontcha’ worry, my darling.” He gave her a wink, a silent promise to be on his best behavior, yet there’s a hint of mischief in his eyes.

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The gallery was filled and buzzing with prestigious art dealers and other VIP guests, mingling around and admiring the exquisite artworks that were displayed on the walls. She stood to the side, a glass of champagne in her hand as she glanced at Rafayel who is, no doubt, forced to converse with the guests by Thomas. She hummed, taking in the scene before her, it was clear that Rafayel has always been popular but to witness it entirely was a different feeling. It warms her heart knowing that Rafayel is loved and cherished by many people here – a respected artist in his own field, earning awe-struck stares and quiet excited cheers. 

She took a sip of her drink, enjoying her solitude when Rafayel sauntered over to her. “How is my princess doing?” He smirked, standing next to her, his gaze briefly flickering down to the hem of her dress. She could tell a thing or two about what he’s thinking, all of the thoughts are most likely inappropriate. “I’m doing okay.” She replied casually, “Shouldn’t you be talking to your esteemed guests? Wouldn’t want Thomas to come hurling complaints again, hm?” 

At the mention of Thomas’s complaints, Rafayel grimaced and looked away, “Puh-lease, I’m his boss here, not him. He can’t control me, no matter how much he wants to.” His hand found their way on her hips, pulling her close. “Besides, I’m bored. Let’s go somewhere private, yeah?” Before she could voice out her objections, Rafayel immediately dragged her to the quieter, lonely 

 side of the gallery. There were no artworks framed on the walls nor are there any people here to disturb the couple. “Raf honey… are you sure we're allowed here? Isn’t this section of the gallery closed off?” Her voice tinged with uncertainty and maybe a little bit of unease at the blank and empty part of the gallery. 

“It’s fine, no one ever comes home.” He reassured her, letting go of his hand and cupping her face, “Now, it’s just the two of us here.” Rafayel captured her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up desire from before into it. She could taste the remnants of her pussy juice, rendering her completely into a puddle of mess as Rafayel’s fingers trailed down and slipped underneath her dress with ease. She whimpered against his lips as Rafayel rubbed her clit through her damp panties, soaked from the pleasure she received back in the comfort of his home. 

“R- raf… ah! Mhmm… we- we can’t” She murmured helplessly as Rafayel began to nip at her neck, licking the hickey he left there. It had bloomed beautifully, his mark on hers – a sign to everyone that she was his. Only his. 

Of course, she hadn’t been a fool, she did try to cover up the hickey before they stepped into the exhibition but Rafayel wouldn’t stop pestering her and telling her to just leave it be. In the end, she caved in and proudly showed off the mark, albeit with much reluctance and embarrassment. Rafayel rasped, “Need you… need you here, right now.” 

Swiftly, Rafayel tugged her panties aside and unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. He pressed her against the wall, her back facing him, “N- now?!” She sputtered but Rafayel was already stroking his aching shaft on her sopping wet mound. 

He lined himself up, the broad head of his cock nudging insistently at her entrance. Rafayel wanted nothing more than to slam inside, to consume her entirely, his body blazing with need but he knew she was still sensitive from the overstimulation. “Keep quiet, okay?” He whispered hotly before thrusting deep inside her slick walls, burying himself to the hilt, feeling it tighten. 

“You feel so fucking good.” He gripped her hips, staring intently at his lover, biting her lips to stifle the moans and cries of pleasure. Without wasting any time, Rafayel set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward as he fucked into her dripping cunt with deep, powerful strokes. Anyone could walk in on them, going at it like rabbits in heat but all caution and care was thrown out of the window. Rafayel could only feel her wet, clasping heat, determined to bring her to the edge and make her feel good. There was no denying the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, if a guard were to catch them, they would no doubt be in trouble.

Then again, the risk is what makes it exciting. Rafayel groaned softly, nuzzling into her neck as she held back her cries of ecstasy, the familiar coppery tang of her blood sinking into her tongue from biting her lips too hard. Rafayel’s hands slid up to cup and knead her breasts through her dress as he pounded into her. The sensation was too much, her brain was all mushy as her pussy fluttered around him, sucking him in deeper, wanting more. 

Her hands pathetically scrambled to hold onto the wall, squeezing her eyes shut as she desperately tries to not let a single sound fall off of her lips. Rafayel’s voice was low, “You're clenching me so tightly baby. Ha… what a dirty girl, taking my cock like this out in the open. You love this, don’t you?” 

A whimper escaped from her throat as Rafayel slammed his hips forward fast and deep into her dripping, clinging heat. He noticed the way her breath quickened, her face etched in a fucked-out expression, losing herself to the overwhelming pleasure. Her pussy clenching around him, velvet walls fluttering wildly as he drove her closer to the edge. 

Rafayel withdrew from fondling her breasts and gripped her face, turning her towards him as his lips met hers in a messy, desperate kiss, all tongue and teeth as he fucked her towards her release. “Come for me, you can do it. Come one more time for me on my cock.” He murmured against her lips, feeling his orgasm nearing.

He felt her body stiffened, coming undone as he drowned out all her cries with a wet, sensual kiss. Rafayel grunted, his hips stuttering and with one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her soaked cunt. His cock jerked and pulsed as he pumped her full with his seed. Rafayel pulled away and panted, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, a sheen of sweat trickling down from their coupling. He gazed at her with adoring eyes, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before he reluctantly pulled out of her cum-filled cunt. Rafayel tugged the panties to the center of her clit, covering her as she caught her breath. 

Wordlessly, Rafayel scooped her into his arms around her, letting her rest her head against his chest. Her eyes shut closed, her mind dancing around cloud nine from the intensity of it all.  

“Let’s go home, my love.” He said softly as he made his way towards the exit, ignoring the curious stares and ogles from the people in the exhibition. When Thomas tried to question him, Rafayel dismissed him and continued to walk to his car, gently putting her down onto the passenger seat.

Once they were home, Rafayel put on a bath and scrubbed her clean with much affection. Afterwards, he prepared dinner and cuddled her, staring down at her peaceful expression as she slumber. 

“I love you, my treasure.” He spoke quietly, kissing her forehead before falling asleep with his lover in his arms.