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you gripped the sheets below you as he spit degrading words into your face. as much as you hated to be that person, hearing his usually gentle voice speak such belittling terms only brought you closer to your climax. “fuck, raf—ngh”, your clit throbbed with each grind against the hairs on his pelvis, slick leaking from your cunt as the coil in your belly tightened. “please can i cum? need it so bad, raf please—”

his hands released your middle and tightened around your throat to cut you off, words lost on your tongue as he spit into your open mouth. “you wanna cream on this dick then you address me properly”

he gripped the underside of your thighs and folded them against you, putting you into a mean mating press while shoving his cock impossibly deeper. tears streaked down your face with every brutal thrust, a shiny ring of white circling the base of his cock. “p-please daddy, wanna cum for you, wan’ feel you fill me up”

he smirked at your fucked out cries, finally bringing a hand to circle your swollen bundle of nerves. “go on then, show me how good it feels”

the rasp in his voice pushed you over the edge, cunt throbbing around his length as he fucked you through your high, leading to him following soon after. he collapsed above you as his cock twitched inside your hole, cum filling you up. pressing gentle kisses along your collarbone, rafayel slowly pulled out with a wince, immediately moving to grab a warm rag to clean you with. you spread your legs for easier access, giggling when he leaned down and whispered what a ‘good girl your pussy has been’ for him.

“was it too much today?” he murmured, throwing the towel to the side before pulling you into a hug and wrapping the two of you in a blanket. you shook your head, nuzzling against his chest and pressing a tender kiss on his ribs.

“felt perfect”

he sighed contentedly, holding you close for a few minutes before grabbing his phone. you watched him scroll and tap away while responding to messages, clearing his throat after a while and tapping your shoulder.

“you should use the washroom before heading out baby”

your chest ached as he began to pull away like usual, nodding and walking to the bathroom while he giggled at messages on his phone.

“hey could you pick up your laundry from last time since you’re here? just easier than me having to bring it over.” he shouted from the bed, going silent once more as you finished cleaning yourself up.

you scoffed at his request, washing your hands and immediately walking out of the room. he finally spoke once more as you zipped up your jeans, patting yourself down to ensure you had everything with you.

“you upset or something?”

your eyes burned with tears at the ignorant question, wondering if he even knew how shitty he was being. “no, raf. i’m fine.”

he called out your name as you practically ran out of the house, nearly gasping for air the second you reached your car. you sat behind the steering wheel for a few minutes, contemplating whether it was worth it to continue this ‘relationship’ just as another girl walked to his door, her features similar to yours being highlighted by the moonlight.

filled with rage, you opened your chat with rafayel and typed out a paragraph saying how unfair he was, calling him selfish and a dick before deleting it and simply saying:

we’re done.

hours passed before he finally read the message, not even dignifying you with a response. at first his indifference had only caused more strife, your mind hating how long you let him disrespect you until you realized he likely hadn’t spared a second thought on what you two had (or more what you didn’t have).

in an attempt to get over him, you downloaded one of the many dating apps your friends raved about, swiping for hours before meeting a match that actually felt real. just as you were getting ready for your first date, your phone began to buzz with a call.

rafayel.

you let it go to voicemail before he called again…and again, and again, finally prompting you to pick up.

“hey cutie” he spoke in his relaxed demeanour, completely disregarding your last text and his blatant lack of response.

you scoffed before responding, deciding to tell him through voice that you were over it. “what, raf. i’m not gonna give you any more time to play me so just say what you want and leave me the fuck alone.”

“fuck is up your ass? i didn’t even say shit, just calling to see how you’re doing” he replied, tone incredulous as if he couldn’t possibly fathom your words.

“really? that’s what this is? you’re not just calling for a hookup?”

a beat of silence passed before he answered, a seductive lilt now lacing his voice. “is that what you want it to be?”

you laughed at his sheer audacity, picking up the phone and gesturing wildly as you spoke, imagining you were in front of him. “since you don’t seem to have gotten the message, we’re done. i’m tired of letting you fuck me like all the other whores you use. i’ve already moved on, so you should too.”

just as he began to respond, you hung up, not allowing for any of the bullshit excuses he could give you. he called several times after, forcing you to put your phone on silent.

another 20 minutes passed while you put the finishing touches on your makeup, opening the dating app to text your date before seeing they had unmatched you.

a cold wave of reality washed over you, your heart beginning to ache as you questioned if you were the problem.

before you knew it, tears streaked down your face along with mascara, sobs tearing from your throat right as the sound of your doorbell rang. you considered ignoring it until the beeping went on relentlessly, your figure stomping to the entrance and ripping the door open only to find rafayel standing ahead of you with a rolled up canvas in his hands.

“listen baby, i’m—hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

the gentle sound of his unfortunately comforting voice had your tears starting up again, streaming down your face as you walked towards him, throwing yourself into his arms. “t-tried to g-go on a date and stop thinking of you, but they unmatched me j-just before we were gonna meet up.”

your makeup smeared on his linen top, staining it with mascara and the rest of your hopeless effort of seeing someone who put you first. rafayels hands immediately wrapped around you, throwing the wrapped up paper into your house and walking you backwards so he could step inside. he locked the door before walking to you once more, wiping your endless flow of tears as each drop fell while tenderly shushing you, saying how sweet and pretty you were, and what a dickhead that person was.

when your cries finally eased into little sniffles, rafayel lead you to the couch before going to the sink and filling a cup of water, placing it before you and sitting in front of you. “okay?”

you nodded while gulping down the water, occasional sniffles coming out while you stared at him, noting how good he looked even in a (now) dirty shirt.

“first off, i’m so sorry, baby. they’re a fucking loser and you look so gorgeous. i’m glad i got to see it even if it wasn’t for me.” you laughed and rolled your eyes at the comment, leaning your head on one hand as he continued.

“second…i know you said we’re done. i know—listen, i fucked up. i was scared of how much i liked you and i just—so much stuff has been temporary and i wasn’t sure if you would be permanent so i thought if i pretended to not care then it wouldn’t hurt if you left but fuck, baby it hurts. it hurts so fucking bad.”

your eyes widened at the sincerity in his voice, throat drying when he looked up with his sweet puppydog eyes, revealing bags under his usually well-rested lids. “i-i can’t even sleep without you, angel. you mean so much and…h-here look”

you watched as he scrambled to grab the rolled up canvas, unwrapping it to reveal a painting of you. sleeping.

“i hope you don’t think it’s weird, i just remember the first time we…y’know. um, i woke up and the sun was shining on your face and you looked so fucking pretty, like more than usual which is already a lot.”

a blush creeped up his neck with each word, ears tinging pink when he looked to see you already staring at him. “i…i don’t know. i don’t have anything else i guess. i just ran over here because the thought of you moving on from me hurt and i don’t want anyone else to see you like this.”

he gestured towards the painting with his final words, eyes staring down at the ground while waiting for your response.

you sat for a few seconds, simply taking in his monologue and the genuine action from the man you thought didn’t care for you. “then what about that girl? last time i was over i saw a girl walk to your door?”

confusion covered rafayels features before his eyebrows raised in realization, words immediately tumbling from his mouth to correct the mistake. “oh-oh god no. baby that was thomas’ sister—she came to ask if i would paint for her wedding.”

you nodded at his explanation, realizing your mistake but still being stuck on the way he had previously acted with you.

he shuffled his feet while standing before you, looking up when you stood and walked towards him, staring into his eyes as you took in the tired features adorning his face. “fine. i’m giving you one chance.”, rafayel immediately beamed at your words, dropping the painting to wrap his arms around you. you yelped when he picked you up, spinning around with you in his arms.

“raf! listen!” you shouted, looking at him sternly. “we can try again but you have to let me in. i can’t keep being a stranger in your life.”

he nodded at your words, a hand on his chest to show how dedicated he was to working on lowering his walls. finally, he knelt down and wrapped his arms around your thighs, nearly purring as you ruffled his hair with a hand. “thank you, baby. thank you, thank you, thank you” he murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your bare legs. you smiled down at him until he continued to kiss your thighs, nudging his nose against the apex between them. “can i make it up to you?”

your skin buzzed as he stared up in wanton need, biting your lip before giving him the go ahead. slowly, rafayel licked a stripe from your inner thigh to your cunt, dampening your panties with his spit as he gently pried your legs open. “can’t believe someone else almost got this” he spoke between kisses, inhaling your scent deeply.

you moaned at his eager behaviour, already dripping before he pulled the flimsy cloth to the side, immediately dipping his tongue between your lips with a groan. “fuck, you have no idea how much i thought of this angel. couldn’t stop jerking off just thinking of your taste.”

a shaky exhale left you as he began to lick and suck your cunt with fervour, focusing on your clit and moving down to tongue your hole every so often. the rapid stimulation had you bucking against his face, already close to your climax in just a few minutes. “cmon angel, know my cutie wants to cum for me, lemme see it, yeah?” he spoke against your pussy, the vibrations from his words adding to the building pleaseure of your high, the sight of him palming his cock through his pants finally pushing you over the edge. “yeah that’s right, fuck-taste so good” he moaned, a trembling hand grabbing your foot to step on his bulge while he slurped every drop of your cum eagerly.

you watched him spasm below you as his own hips twitched, a damp spot forming on his pants where he had been humping against your foot. the two of you caught your breath as he slowly stood up, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“wanna put the painting up then go again?”