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Synopsis: After your night of passion, you turn back to your old dynamic with Rafayel as if nothing has even happened between you. Except now you're in another guy's arms. And Rafayel has none of it.
Content warnings: College AU, Rivals to lovers, Jealousy, Heavy Sexual tension, Kissing, Making out in the closet, Explicit sexual content, Rough sex, Possessiveness, Riding, Face fucking, Oral sex, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Overstimulation, Dirty talk, Manhandling, Marking/bruising, Jealousy-fueled intimacy, Consensual but rough dynamics, Rafayel gets jealous, mc wants to piss him off
Word count: 5.2k
Author's note: i posted this part in ch 1 by mistake oopsies:/ we'll pretend i didn't okay.......
chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 β ao3
Chapter 2 - Jealousy, Jealousy
Rafayel wasnβt the type to cling to jealousy or waste energy on expectations he never asked for. But watching you slip back into that same dynamic, as if nothing had happened between you, lit something sharp and ugly under his skin.
It was one thing to keep up the bickering, the constant push-and-pull you two seemed addicted to, but being so close to anyone else in this place? Laughing, leaning in, letting other people into your space the way you let him, even if just for one night? That ticked him off more than he wanted to admit.
He could lie to everyone else, but not to himself. He was jealous. Or at the very least, botheredβmore than before, more than he had any right to be. Especially since you seemed intent on shoving it in his face, as though proving just how easily you could cozy up to other guys on campus might put him in his place.
Seeing you dance with that colleague tonight had made his jaw tighten, a scoff of disbelief escaping before he could bite it back. Because he knew betterβhe knew what you wanted. Heβd felt it in every heated moment youβd given him, in the way your body melted under his hands, pliant no matter how sharp your words were. You could pretend, you could denyβbut heβd already dragged the truth out of you in the dark, in the messy rhythm of tangled sheets and bitten lips. And tonight, all he could think about was how youβd come undone for him, over and over again, chasing release like a spark to a fuse you couldnβt stop lightingβand now you were cozying up with another man.
The dynamic between you hadnβt shifted in the slightestβyou still scoffed, still snapped at him, every exchange bristling with the same defiance he had come to expect. Normally, Rafayel thrived on it; it was what made this little game so addictive. But tonight, with the taste of you still burned into his memory, he had hoped for something differentβsome flicker of change, even if you refused to admit it.
He caught you alone near the drinks table, slipping into your space without hesitation, his shadow falling across you as you tipped the bottle. You turned your head sharply, eyes narrowing, your scoff cutting through the din of music and chatter. βWhat do you want now, Rafayel?β
The toneβbiting, impatientβmade his jaw twitch. Normally it thrilled him, but the sharp edge tonight dug deeper. Did you really despise his presence that much? Even now, after everything?
He leaned one elbow against the counter as though he had all the time in the world, his amethyst eyes catching the low light and glinting with that practiced, playful spark. He slipped the mask on as easily as a second skin, the one he always wore with you. βBack to making me work for your attention, I see.β
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the weight of his gaze as you poured yourself a shot. The liquid burned down your throat, leaving your lips wet when you licked the taste away. His eyes tracked the movement without restraint, though you didnβt seem to notice.
βSometimes I seriously wonder if you donβt have better things to do than pester me all day,β you muttered, as though the idea of his presence alone grated on you.
He nearly laughed, the sound curling up the back of his throat, but the bitterness still lingered like ash. He could hide it wellβhe always didβbut something in his chest coiled tighter, a heaviness he couldnβt smirk his way out of.
He poured himself a shot like it was second nature, tossing it back with the same careless ease he wore like armor. Then he leaned in, closing the space between you with an unbothered smirk tugging at his lips.
βGonna pretend it never happened, is that it, princess?β his eyes found yours in the low light, sharp against sharp, daring you to flinch first.
You leaned in too, your voice dropping to a hiss that barely carried over the music. βStop calling me that.β
His laugh was low, warm, almost affectionate in its own infuriating way. βFunny,β he murmured, tilting his glass aside. βHad you in my bed, moaning for me, and the first thing you pick up after is that attitude.β
Your glare could have cut straight through him. You scoffed, turning your head deliberately, your gaze sweeping the roomβfor him, it wasnβt hard to guess who you were looking for. The guy youβd been dancing with earlier. His jaw tightened before he could stop it, the weight of his stare narrowing back on you.
His voice came out rougher now, laced with the edge of something he usually hid behind a smirk. βSo thatβs what it is. Maybe I should fuck you slow next time. Sweet, steadyβsee if thatβd finally get you to acknowledge it.β his head tilted slightly, the words a challenge, a taunt, but his eyes searched yours like he wanted the truth more than the fight.
You laughed, the sound sharp as glass. Through your teeth, bitter but smiling just enough to sting, you shot back, βThereβs no next time . And Iβd rather you dropped the cocky act.β your gaze flicked up, unwavering. βNot everyone wants to end up in your bed, Rafayel.β
The smirk didnβt falter on his lips, but the burn of your words sank under his skin all the same. Oh, how he loved your attitude. The sharpness in your voice, the fire in your glareβit always turned him on, but tonight it scraped against something else too. Annoyance. You dismissed him so easily, brushed everything off as if it hadnβt mattered, as if youβd rather erase it than admit it was real.
But he couldnβt forget. He didnβt want to forget the sound of your moans, the way your nails dug into his skin, the bite of your teeth against his shoulder, your mouth desperate and hot on his. Every mark youβd left on him still burned under his skin.
His smirk came quick, practiced, though his jaw ticked in irritation he couldnβt quite swallow down. βWell, you wanted it,β he drawled, voice low enough to coil between you, βand you seemed pretty determined to show me just how badly.β
The proof lingeredβyour mark, blooming faint but undeniable on the side of his neck. He saw the flicker in your expression when your eyes caught it, the twitch of your jaw before your glare sharpened even further.
You spit your words back at him, close enough now that he could smell you. Sweet perfume, deliberate and light, clinging to your skin like temptation. The thought of you applying it for someone elseβfor that guy youβd been pressed against earlierβmade his stomach knot in a way he refused to admit. His smirk stayed fixed, masking the flare of heat in his chest, but it didnβt quiet the urge that nearly consumed himβto press his face into your neck, breathe you in, and let himself get drunk on you.
βSeriously, whatβs your fucking problem?β you snapped, each word sharp enough to cut. βYeah, we fucked. So what? You expect me to drop at your feet now and suck you off or something?β
Every syllable was a double-edged knifeβturning him on even as it lit a flame of irritation low in his chest. Did you really think thatβs what he wanted from you? While heβd never be opposed to the thought, that wasnβt it. Not even close. What he wanted was for you to stop pretending it meant nothing, to stop brushing it off like you hadnβt melted under him, clawed at him, begged for more until your voice broke.
His eyes lingered on yours, refusing to look away, holding the heat of your glare. You looked pissed, but he couldnβt tell if it was your usual game or if heβd really struck a nerve this time, dug under your skin deeper than you wanted him to.
βI wouldnβt be opposed to it,β he said smoothly, smirking like he hadnβt just swallowed down the words he really wanted to sayβthat you were driving him insane, that youβd taken root under his skin, that it wasnβt just your body he wanted. He tilted his head slightly, voice curling like smoke as he added, βDo you want me begging for it first?β
The faint shift in your expressionβhesitation, surprise, something flickering behind your eyesβwas gone almost as quickly as it appeared. You scoffed, your laugh short and bitter, already angling your body away like youβd had enough.
βI want you to leave me alone,β you shot back, each word bitten off like you meant to end it right there. Your smile was cutting, the kind meant to dismiss, to wound. βEnjoy the party, Rafayel.β
And before he could stop you, you turned toward the crowdβtoward him, the other guyβand something inside him twisted sharp, the smirk still plastered on his face doing nothing to smother the frustration building in his chest.
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Watching you dance, flirt, and laugh with that guy for hours ticked Rafayel off in ways he couldnβt keep buriedβnot with alcohol humming in his veins. His eyes followed the sway of your hips, the way sweat caught the low lights on your skin, turning you into something untouchable and magnetic. The guy had slipped away a few minutes ago, probably for another drink or a bathroom breakβRafayel couldnβt be bothered to care.
His focus was on you, only you. The words youβd thrown at him earlier replayed like a broken record in his mind, cutting sharper every time. He hadnβt expected you to cling to him, hadnβt even expected softness or anything close to itβbut acting as if you hadnβt spent a night tangled together, bodies desperate, mouths bruisedβit set something raw and restless burning in him.
He hated it. Hated how much it mattered. Hated the circumstances, hated that it made him feel like thisβlike he wanted to drag you away and make you admit every mark you left on his skin meant something more than just a mistake. And he knew it would probably end badly. But watching another man press into your space, lay hands on youβwatching you let him, welcome himβit made his blood run hotter than the whiskey in his glass.
Rafayel wasnβt stupid enough to believe you were doing it on purpose just to rile him up. But still, the thought gnawed at him. The possibility that you knew exactly what effect you had on himβand chose to wield itβmade his chest tighten in a way he couldnβt laugh off anymore.
Your hips swayed slow and unbothered to the rhythm, a lazy, carefree roll that pulled him in before he could stop himself. You hadnβt even realized who pressed up behind youβhe could see it in the way you welcomed the touch too easily, as if you thought it was that other guy. That thought alone made his jaw clench, the bitter edge of alcohol still coating his tongue.
His hands settled on your waist, fingers splaying possessively over the curve, and you arched in response without hesitation. That simple movementβthat youβd done it for someone elseβmade frustration coil low and sharp in his chest. His grip tightened, pulling you flush as he dipped his face into the slope of your neck. The scent of your perfume laced with heat and sweat filled his head, dizzying, intoxicating, far too easy to get drunk on.
βYou smell so good,β he murmured against your skin, his voice low enough to sink right into your bones.
You stiffened instantly, the realization snapping through you. It was him, not the guy you thought. Your body shifted as if to turn, to throw him a glare or maybe shove him away, but his arms circled tighter around your waist, holding you still, pressing you into the steady rise of his chest. His nose brushed just beneath your ear, his mouth dragging close enough that his words threaded warmth into your skin.
βWhat the hell do you think youβre doing?β you asked, your voice pitched low, sharp but not steadyβcaught off guard, unsettled.
His lips ghosted another breath over your neck, dangerous and calm all at once, the lazy drawl of his voice cutting through the bass of the music. βCouldnβt keep watching that guy put his hands all over you.β
You scoffed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of stillness, your body swaying side to side with the beat as though he werenβt pressed so close. He took it for annoyance, maybe even defiance, and you threw your words like sparks over your shoulder. βThen donβt fucking look, Rafayel. It isnβt any of your business.β
His chest brushed against your back, solid and warm, crowding you until there was no space left to claim as your own. You rolled your hips again, half in spite, half because fighting him always ended like thisβlike gravity itself had shifted around him. His breath trembled against your neck, catching faintly on the perfume he couldnβt seem to stop drinking in.
βAre you drunk?β you muttered, sharp with irritation.
βNo,β he rasped, voice rougher than usual, his hips sliding in sync with yours. The deliberate press made it impossible to ignore the unmistakable hardness straining against your ass. His fingers found your hips, not tentative but claiming, tightening when you didnβt shrug him off.
You scoffed under your breath, but your body betrayed you, still moving, still letting him. βThen why the hell are you all over me right now?β
He didnβt answer in words first. His lips ghosted along your neck, deliberate and lazy, before catching against your skin in a kiss that lingered too long to be innocent. He pulled your hips flush against his, making sure you felt exactly what youβd provoked, exactly how hard he was.
βItβs how it should be,β he murmured, his voice a low curl of smoke, the smirk etched against your skin as he leaned into your ear. βSo do me a favor, cutie, and tell that guy to back off.β
Your laugh came sharp, edged with a bite. βI thought I told you to back off, Rafayel.β still, your hips betrayed the venom of your words, grinding against him like you couldnβt stop yourself. βIβm leaving home soon, anyway.β
That pushed him too far. His patience snapped into something darker, frustration coiled tight with want. His mouth brushed your ear, tone suddenly rougher, meaner, though still soaked in heat. βThe next words out your mouth better not be that youβre leaving with him.β
His grip tightened at your waist, and the pressure sent a shiver down your spine no matter how hard you tried to fight it. You hated that your body still reacted, hated that even when you were frustratedβangry, evenβit didnβt stop the rush of heat that pooled beneath your skin. His breath brushed your ear as he leaned in, the low bass of the music vibrating through the floor and through your bones, but all you could hear was him. The two of you swayed together, not to the rhythm, but to something far more reckless.
βGet your act together, Rafayel.β your voice cut sharp, laced with sarcasm as you turned to face him. The flashing lights caught the tension in your jaw, as tight and unyielding as his own, and for a moment it felt like you werenβt dancing so much as locked in combat.
His lips curvedβnot into a smile, not reallyβbut into that insufferable smirk he wore whenever he wanted to rile you. βMm, harsh. Though, to be fair, Iβm not the one grinding against strangers for an audience.β his words came low, casual, but there was a rawness underneath, the kind that betrayed too much.
Your eyes narrowed, voice dripping with annoyance. βYouβre either drunk out of your mind, or youβre jealous. Whichever it isβyou have no right to say that.β
His hold only tightened, and the jealousy he refused to name aloud lingered in every breath he refused to let you take alone. His jaw ticked, a scoff breaking past his lips. It was supposed to sound amused, the way it usually did when he was poking at you, but the laugh carried a sharpness he couldnβt quite disguise. Jealousy bled through no matter how smooth he tried to make it. His eyes locked on yours, unblinking, the crowd and the music dissolving into a blur behind you.
βDonβt go home with him.β the words came out low, bitten off, heavier than he intended.
You scoffed, the sound sharp enough to cut, pushing against his chest to put some space between you. He barely gave, his body rooted in place, but you turned anyway, your voice tossed over your shoulder, drowned by the bass but still slicing through him all the same. βUnbelievable.β
The sway of your hips as you walked away was infuriating, deliberate, as if you knew exactly what you were doing to him. His jaw clenched tighter, watching you head straight toward the direction that bastard had gone. Before the thought could even settle, his hand shot out, catching your wrist.
You barely had time to gasp before he was dragging you through the crush of bodies, threading you through the mess of perfume and sweat and music until the two of you spilled into a darker corner, half-hidden near the bathroom hallway.
βWhat the fuββ the curse was barely past your lips before his mouth was on you.
It wasnβt careful. It wasnβt measured. It was a smash of lips and teeth and bottled-up want that burned through every ounce of restraint he had left. He couldnβt hear another word of you telling him to back off, couldnβt stand the thought of you storming away toward anyone but him.
And to his reckless satisfaction, you didnβt shove him off. Not right away. Instead your lips parted, your tongue chasing his with a heat that shocked him as much as it thrilled him. The back of your shoulders hit the wall with a thud, and he pinned you there, his hand curling around your jaw like he needed to hold you still, like he couldnβt risk you slipping through his fingers again.
He broke just enough space to breathe, his forehead nearly pressed to yours, breath ragged against your lips. His voice was hoarse, raw in a way youβd never heard. βIβm jealous.β
The confession scraped out of him like it cost something, but his eyes didnβt waver. They bore into you, dark, heated, a storm of frustration and something softer underneath. His cheeks were warm, but his gaze was sharp, almost accusing.
βDidnβt think your little act of indifference would get to me, and it didnβt at first,β he said, his tone clipped, defensive, as if he needed to convince himself more than you. His fingers dug harder into your hips, holding you where you were, his frustration bleeding through every touch. βUntil I saw him all over you. And youββ his jaw tightened again, the words heavier, almost bitten through his teeth. βYou couldnβt have welcomed him more sweetly.β
βIs that so?β you scoffed, though the sound came out thinner than you wanted, betraying the heat gathering in your chest. His eyes caught the flicker of yours dropping just once to his mouth before darting back up, a slip you couldnβt take back. You hated that he noticed, hated the way he thrived on it, as if your irritation was his favorite game.
βI donβt remember owing you anything, Rafayel,β you managed through a ragged breath, voice sharp but trembling at the edges.
His grip tightened at your waist, fingers digging into the fabric just enough to make you stumble the slightest step into him. The closeness burned. There were people all around youβlaughing, drunk, tangled in the musicβbut the crowd blurred into nothing, leaving only the thrum of his pulse pressed against yours, the friction of your remarks colliding.
βItβs like youβre trying to piss me off on purpose,β he muttered, low and rough, the words curling warm against your ear before his mouth stole yours.
The kiss was hard, bruisingβmore a clash than a surrenderβbut your body betrayed you, answering with the same fever. Your fingers curled into the half-buttoned placket of his shirt, yanking him closer until the last breath of air between you vanished. He groaned against your lips, the sound half frustration, half need, his tongue meeting yours in a reckless tangle. The taste of him was dizzyingβbitter with jealousy, sweet with desireβand it made your head spin worse than the alcohol.
When he tore back just enough to speak, his voice was ragged, every word bitten off as though it cost him something. βIβm jealous and pissed, and so fucking turned on.β his teeth grazed your skin as he caught the line of your jaw, then your throat, nipping at the place where your pulse fluttered out of control. His breath spilled hot over your perfume, a scent he knew wasnβt chosen for himβand that knowledge set his temper alight.
He inhaled against your neck, lips brushing dangerously close. βTell me, cutieβ¦β his tone dipped into mockery, sharp and soft all at once, βis that what you were aiming for?β
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Shutting Rafayel up was easy enough if you played your cards right. And right now, with your thighs draped on each side of his head, his face buried between them, it was the most effective method youβd ever discovered. Heβd pulled you straight out of that partyβcocky grin, sharp remarks, his hand at the small of your back like he had every right to lead you wherever he pleasedβand somehow, the two of you ended up here again, tangled in the mess of his sheets, tearing at each otherβs clothes like you were starving.
He hadnβt wasted a second once the door shut. The moment he shoved you back onto his bed, Rafayel dragged you over his mouth, pinning you there with a kind of desperate arrogance, tongue lapping at your folds like he had something to prove.
Your thighs trembled with every stroke of him, the slick sound of his mouth against you filling the room. He groaned into you, the vibration making you jolt, fingers tightening around the headboard as you rocked against him.
βFuckβRafayel,β you gasped, the words breaking into a moan as his hands urged you down harder, forcing you to grind over his mouth like he wanted you to drown him.
You couldnβt help laughing breathlessly, the edge of smugness curling your lips. βDidnβt know you liked shutting up this much,β you panted, voice cracking as he sucked hard on your clit, pulling another shaky cry from you.
He hummed against you in response, and the casual defiance in it made your chest tighten with something more dangerous than lust. Still, you couldnβt resist taunting him, voice pitched with a mix of moan and tease. βDo you wanna make me cum, Rafayel? Hm? So eager to please me for once?β
That had his fingers digging into your thighs, bruising and possessive. He pushed his tongue deeper, fucking you with it, and you cursed, head falling back, vision hazing. But you werenβt done. You leaned into the crueler edge of the game, your smirk curling even as your words hitched mid-breath. βMaybe the other guy wouldβve been just as eagerβ¦ you know, the one who whispered all kind of things in my ear while grinding behind meββ
Your taunt cut off in a broken scream when he growled low into your pussy and sealed his mouth around your clit, sucking so hard your whole body jerked. The orgasm ripped through you with a violence that made your thighs quake against his grip, soaking his face as you cried out his name like you couldnβt hold it back. And the bastard didnβt even slow down.
βS-shit, ahhβ¦β you gasped, the sound breaking out of you before you could bite it back. His mouth didnβt let up, not until you cried his name, your whole body trembling as your hips moved helplessly against his tongue, too sensitive to bear it yet too desperate to stop. A low growl rumbled in his throat at the sound of your curse, vibrating against you, and then suddenlyβhis grip clamped around your thighs, dragging a startled cry from your lips as he flipped you onto your back.
Before you could catch your breath, he was already over you, stealing your mouth in a kiss that left you dizzy, his hips grinding down into yours, the hard line of him pressing insistently through the fabric of his pants. His lips broke away only to trail down your throat, and then his teeth found you, sucking rough marks into your skin like he meant to brand you.
βYou already got me so worked upβ¦β his voice was rough, almost bitten out, βbut then you go and say his name while Iβm between your legs?β he sank his teeth lightly into your neck, the sting chased by the drag of his tongue.
Your protest melted into a groan as his fingers slid inside you, stretching you with merciless precision. He moaned low when your release slicked against his touch, making each movement faster, deeper, your body clenching around him in desperate pulses. His other hand spread over your ass, holding you open for him as his mouth closed around your breast, sucking hard, leaving your nipple aching under the wet heat of his tongue.
When his eyes lifted, messy hair falling into his flushed face, the burn in them was enough to make your stomach twist. Jealousy and hunger sharpened the edges of his gaze, the sound of his voice rough and almost mocking. βIf you wanted it rough, cutie, you couldβve just asked. No need to piss me off, pulling shit like this on me.β
Your laugh came out broken, shaky, your voice trembling on each gasp. Still, you managed, βWhereβs the fun in that?β
He kissed you then like he was trying to win something, all heat and defiance, his mouth clashing against yours in a mess of teeth and breath. You answered with equal force, your hands already curling tighter in his hair, dragging him closer until you broke the kiss just to flip him beneath you. The motion was sharp, your thighs locking around his hips as you shoved him down onto the mattress, stealing a groan out of him that sounded far too satisfying.
βYouβre so easy to trigger, arenβt you?β you taunted, breathless as you pressed your mouth to his throat, nipping at the skin until he tilted his head back with a curse. Your fingers fumbled at his belt, deliberately slow, grazing him in ways that made his jaw clench. βMaybe itβs time someone puts you in your place. Because clearlyβ¦β you scoffed, dragging your nails lightly over his stomach as you marked his neck, ββ¦you donβt know where you stand.β
His hips twitched under the drag of your palm, his breathing uneven nowβfinally losing that insufferable composure that always drove you mad. His pants and boxers were gone in what felt like seconds, and you perched just above him, teasing, stroking him in slow, deliberate movements that had his eyes darkening, his chest rising sharp with every breath.
When your mouth wrapped around him at last, he swore violently, a hand flying to your hair, gripping hard enough to make your scalp sting. The sound that tore out of him was raw, unguarded, his back arching off the sheets.
βS-shit, fuckβ¦β he hissed, the word breaking, and you almost laughed around him, because the victory was already rushing through your veins, warm and heady. The Rafayel who always had a sharp retort, always stayed a step ahead, was now groaning under your mouth, bucking helplessly into you, fingers threaded tight in your hair as if heβd lose himself without the anchor.
He looked almost beautiful like thisβbreathless, undone, stripped of every cocky remark he usually wielded like a weapon. You could admit it now, he was dangerous when quiet, his charm sharper in the silence between gasps.
βCutie shitβjust like that,β his voice cracked, raw and heavy as his hand tightened in your hair. βIβm not gonna last.β
The ragged sound of his breathing filled the space, and just when you felt him twitch against your tongue, he pulled you away with a guttural growl. His mouth caught yours in a kiss that was messy, desperate, teeth clashing as if he couldnβt stand the distance for even a second longer.
βNot yet,β he rasped against your lips, his grip bruising your hips as he dragged you up into his lap. βNot until I fuck you so good you forget whatever guy you were entertaining earlier.β
You barely had time to roll your eyes before he flipped you over with startling ease, pressing you down and sliding into you in one rough, unrelenting thrust. The breath tore out of you in a broken moan, nails sinking into his shoulders as your body stretched around him.
βYouβre tight, princess,β he groaned into your ear, hips snapping forward, the sound spilling out of him low and guttural. βFuck, you take me just as good as last time.β
Whatever sharp retort you mightβve had died the moment he set a brutal rhythm, pounding into you with a pace that stole the ground from under your thoughts. Pleasure tore through you too fast, too muchβuntil you were trembling around him, clenching hard as your release crashed over you.
βSo sweet when you come for me,β he rasped, voice unraveling as your walls squeezed him tighter. βSqueezing me so goddamn t-tightβ¦β
He pulled out only to drag you forward, manhandling you face-down, ass high, the mattress dipping under his weight as he shoved back inside without warning. The thrust punched a scream out of you, raw and unguarded, and he chuckled darkly at the sound, his fingers digging deep into your hips as if to brand you there.
βYou wanted rough, didnβt you?β His tone was half-growl, half-smirk, sharp with the kind of heat that left no space to breathe. He snapped his hips hard against you, deeper, faster, each movement sharp enough to leave you reeling. βWanted to make me jealous, huh? Then take it.β
Your mouth hung open, words failing as he pushed you past every edge, the drag of his jealousy turning him feral, recklessβeager to ruin you until there was nothing left in your head but him. And in truth, you loved every second of it. Because this version of Rafayelβthe one who burned with want, who touched like he was starving, who let his jealousy unravel into raw needβwas utterly, devastatingly irresistible.
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Synopsis: Seven minutes in heaven with your college Rival Rafayell couldn't have been more insufferableβexcept it didnβt end in seven minutes. One kiss turned into another, and somehow the game bled into the night, your rivalry burning hotter in the sheets. Weeks later, you act like nothing happened between you, but Rafayel doesnβt take it lightly. Jealousy flickers sharp whenever he sees you laugh with someone else, as if you plan on pissing him off.
Content warnings: College AU, Rivals to lovers, Jealousy, Heavy Sexual tension, Kissing, Making out in the closet, Explicit sexual content, Rough sex, Possessiveness, Riding, Face fucking, Oral sex, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Overstimulation, Dirty talk, Manhandling, Marking/bruising, Jealousy-fueled intimacy, Consensual but rough dynamics, Rafayel gets jealous, mc wants to piss him off
Word count: 10k
chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 β ao3
Chapter 1 - Push and Pull
You despised Rafayel Qi more than you ever wanted to admit, and nothing in this life would have satisfied you more than wiping that smug, infuriating smirk off his face. He was the kind of insufferable you could spot from across a lecture hall, lounging in his seat like the world existed for his amusement, tossing out comments that were always just sharp enough to get under your skin.
For the past two years, heβd been your personal plague, an ever-present thorn in your side. And somewhere, deep down in the place you didnβt like to acknowledge, you almost admired his persistenceβhow one man could make you want to strangle him in every single encounter.
He never knew when to shut up. Always poking, always pushing, like testing the limits of your patience was his chosen sport. And oh, how youβd made it your mission to give it right back, to make his life just as miserable in return. That was the thing about the two of you, a perfect disaster of cause and effect. The light and the fuse. People didnβt even bother asking how your latest spat had startedβthey just assumed it had, because it always did.
On campus, your names had become inseparable in the worst possible way, whispered together with knowing grins or exasperated sighs. Group projects? A nightmare. Debate class? Civil war. Even casual conversations in the cafeteria would somehow pivot to, βDid you hear what Rafayel said to her this time?β
You hated it, hated that your name was tethered to his like some cosmic joke.
You could still hear his voice from that afternoon in the library, casual and smooth as ever, leaning over the table with that lazy smile. βRelax, cutie,β heβd said, sliding your textbook toward himself without asking. βIf you keep glaring at me with that expression, people are going to think that you fancy me.β
You had snatched the book back, teeth clenched. βThe only thing I fancy is the idea of never having to see your face again.β
Heβd only laughed, low and infuriating. βHarsh. Guess Iβll just have to make sure you keep seeing it, then.β
You couldnβt begin to fathom what crime you had committedβwhether in this life or some unfortunate past oneβto deserve being stuck with him every few weeks. Yet here you were, standing on the soft, beer-stained carpet, surrounded by a cloud of cheap perfume, laughter, and the low thrum of bass shaking the floorboards. Alcohol hummed in your veins, warm and distracting, while the partygoers whooped and hollered around the circle.
A chipped glass bottle spun on the floor, wobbling to a stop as if it had been conspiring against you all night. You stared at it like it had just declared war on you, because, of course, the neck was pointing directly at Rafayel.
For a fleeting, wicked moment, you considered grabbing it and cracking it over his annoyingly perfect head. Seven minutes in heaven. With him.
The crowd eruptedβhalf in mock horror, half in the kind of delight that came from watching a train wreck you couldnβt look away from. Simone and Tara exchanged a wide-eyed glance that said they were both surprised and already placing mental bets.
You narrowed your eyes at them, but before you could say a word, movement caught your attention. Rafayel was already walking toward the closetβno hesitation, no acknowledgment of the chaos he left in his wake. He didnβt even look back at you, as if it was a foregone conclusion youβd follow.
That arrogant prick.
You scoffed under your breath and stood, brushing imaginary lint off your jeans, mostly to keep from flipping him off in front of everyone. Simone and Tara nudged each other like middle schoolers about to watch a fight, grinning as though they hadnβt just sold you out to the devil himself.
βDonβt wait up,β you muttered at them, your voice sharp enough to cut.
A guy from somewhere in the back yelled, βMy moneyβs on murder!β
Another chimed in, βNah, theyβre either gonna make out or burn the place down.β
You ignored them all, though your jaw tightened. Seven whole minutes trapped in a cramped, dark space with Rafayelβhis cologne, his smug smirk, his constant need to one-up you. And as you reached the door, he glanced over his shoulder at last, that infuriating grin playing on his lips.
βDonβt look so thrilled, cutie,β he drawled, holding the closet door open just wide enough for you to pass. βI promise to make it worth your while.β
You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle you could still see. βYou wish.β
His smirk deepened, lazy and sure of himself. βI do,β he said lightly, stepping in after you. βBut itβs more fun when you do too.β
The door clicked shut, sealing you into seven minutes of hell. You pressed yourself into the farthest corner as the door shut, sealing out the noise of the party. Darkness swallowed the cramped space, save for a sliver of light leaking through the crack between the door and frame. Your breath caughtβnot from nerves, you told yourself, but from the sudden proximity.
His cologne lingered in the air, warm and heady, with some other undertoneβsalted, oceanicβthat clung stubbornly in your head. The realization annoyed you more than his actual presence. It was unfair, you thought, that someone so irritating could smell that good.
A faint brush against your arm made you flinch. You turned your head sharply, catching the faint outline of his profile in the gloom.
βKeep to your own space, yeah?β you muttered, your voice low but sharp. You tried to shift farther away, but the closet was far too small, and you hated the way every movement brought you back within reach of him.
His laugh came quiet but deep, curling at the edges with smugness. βMy bad, princess,β he murmured, leaning just close enough for the warmth of his words to ghost over your cheek. βDidnβt realize Iβd already stepped on your toes tonight.β
You shot him a glare, even if you knew he probably couldnβt see much of it in the dark. His arm was still brushing yours, his casual lean making it clear he had no intention of shifting away.
βI will step on yours if you donβt move,β you warned, crossing your arms tight over your chest and turning your body slightly to shield yourself.
Instead of taking the hint, he tilted his head lazily. βSo aggressive tonight,β he said softly, mock sweetness dripping from the words. βActing like this isnβt the highlight of your night.β
You huffed, the sound sharp in the close air. βIn what universe would this be my highlight?β
βIn mine,β he answered smoothly, without missing a beat.
You scoffed, the sound sharp in the thick air between you. βYouβre so full of yourself, Rafayel.β the words left your mouth like you were flicking a match, each syllable meant to cut.
He only hummed in response, low and lazy, and you hated how close the sound cameβhow it brushed over your ear like the faintest touch. The closet was warm, the air stale, and you could barely make out anything in the dark. But the sliver of light from the doorframe caught just enough of his face to make his expression clearβamused, entertained, like this was his own private game.
You scoffed again, softer this time, if only to keep from saying something that would sound too much like admitting defeat. He chuckled quietly, that smug undercurrent in every note, and then his arm brushed yours again. You stiffened, your jaw tightening on instinct, but he didnβt shift away. Instead, he leaned in just slightly, tilting his head toward you until you could feel the faint stir of his breath. One hand came up to brace himself on the wall behind you, close enough that you could feel the subtle press of his body against yours.
Your pulse ticked up despite yourself. This was absurd. Infuriating. And yet your chest felt tighter than it should.
βStop touching me,β you hissed, shifting back as far as the wall would allow.
He gave a quiet laugh, as though youβd just said something endearing. βWhere exactly do you want me to go, cutie?β he murmured, voice low enough that you almost missed it. βClosetβs only so big.β
The worst part was that he was right. There wasnβt an inch of space left between you. You rolled your eyes, even though you knew he could probably see the movement in the faint light. βTry harder.β
βOh, I am,β he replied smoothly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a grin you could hear in his voice.
Seven minutes had never felt longer.
He smirked, leaning in just enough to test your patience, his voice dropping to that infuriatingly casual tone he always used when he knew he was getting under your skin.
βKind of convenient, isnβt it?β he murmured, the words brushing against you like a challenge. βWhole party out there, and somehow you end up locked in here with me. Almost like you rigged it. Guess you really canβt stay away, cutie.β his next words ignited the fire in you even harder, βEspecially since you canβt beat me when it actually counts.β
Your teeth clenched, heat prickling at the back of your neck. Before you could think better of it, your hand shot out, gripping the front of his shirt and tugging him just enough to close the already minuscule space between you.
βYouβre delusional,β your voice was low and pointed, every word pressed like a blade. βYour ego must be eating whatβs left of your brain, because youβre lying to yourself if you think Iβd choose this. Iβd rather be anywhere else.β
You held his gaze, and now you were close enough to make out the sharp line of his jaw, the faint curve of his mouth, andβannoyinglyβjust how clear his eyes looked in the thin strip of light. He stared back at you with the same infuriating calm, only a slow tug of a smirk breaking the stillness.
βFunny,β he whispered, leaning in just enough for his breath to mingle with yours. βYouβre the one hanging on to my clothes like youβre about to tear them off.β
Your own smile curled, deceptively sweet. βIβd rather tear your head off.β
The space between you tightened, silent except for the shallow drag of your breaths. You hated that the air felt heavier now, that the warmth radiating from him made your skin hum in awareness. Neither of you moved back, both locked in the same unspoken dare youβd been passing between each other since the day you met.
He smirked, and you felt your jaw tighten in sync with the way your fingers curled, bunching the front of his shirt in a hard grip. He was too close, close enough that your breath caught against his, every inhale shared in the warm, cramped dark. Your pulse spiked, not that youβd admit it, not even to yourself.
You hated this. Absolutely hated him.
A sharp scoff escaped you before you planted a hand against his chest, shoving him back just enough to reclaim a sliver of space. But before you could take another step away, his arm moved and slid down from the wall behind you until his hand brushed against your waist, steadying himself.
The light contact made your pulse trip over itself. You grit your teeth, biting back the words that wanted to snarl at him to stop touching youβthough you werenβt sure if you meant it entirely.
βYou donβt seem in a rush for me to let go,β his voice was carrying that lazy taunt that made every nerve in you itch. His hand stayed exactly where it was, with more purpose now, his fingers settling with a certain confidence at your waist.
Your glare could have cut glass. βWhat kind of delusional state gives you the nerve to think you can touch me?β
You shoved at his chest again, harder this time, but his grip only tightened, pulling you forward with the movement so that your body collided with his. Your breath left you in a startled grunt, the solid heat of him impossible to ignore.
You looked up at him, startled and seething, yet heat coiled traitorously low in your stomach at the new position. Every sharp exchange, every smug remark he lobbed your way had wound itself into something you refused to name, and youβd sooner die than admit Rafayel could have that kind of effect on you.
His smirk curved lower, slower this time, his voice brushing over you like the edge of a dare. βI like it when you bite back,β he murmured, leaning just enough that the air between you thinned. βMakes me wonder what youβd do if I touched youβ¦ on purpose.β
His gaze flicked down briefly, then back to yours, full of quiet challenge. βMy guess? Not much. You canβt really one-up me.β
The air felt heavy, your breaths matching his in a quick, uneven rhythm. Tension held you both still, tethered in the narrow space between his chest and yours.
βCocky bastard,β you whispered, every word sharpened between clenched teeth. βYouβll get more than you bargained for.β you tilted your chin up, closing the space by a fraction, your lips nearly grazing his. βSo either move your handβ¦ or Iβll make you.β
His smile didnβt falter. If anything, it deepened infuriatingly slow, like he was savoring the moment.
βYeah?β his voice dipped just enough to brush against something inside you. βAnd how exactly would you make me?β
His fingers tightened on your waist, not painfully, but with the kind of deliberate pressure that felt like he was testing how far he could push before you snapped. Heat surged under your skin, your muscles tensing as your breath came shallow, matching his.
You couldnβt even say who moved firstβonly that suddenly his mouth was on yours, hot and unyielding, all teeth and heat and reckless challenge. He kissed like he expected you to fight him, so you did, matching the push of his lips with your own bite until the taste of him left you dizzy.
Your whole body pressed into him, seeking leverage you didnβt want to admit you needed. His grip on your waist anchored you, pulling you closer until there was no space left to guard. Your teeth caught his lower lip, hard enough to pull a groan from his chest, low and rough.
The cramped heat of the closet wrapped around you both, the world reduced to the tangle of limbs and breath and the sharp scent of him. Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging as his bent knee slid between yours, shifting your weight until your back met the wall again with a muted thud.
He didnβt stop. Your mouths were a frenzyβhot, rough, and desperate in a way neither of you would ever admit aloud. Your hands clutched at him, fisting the fabric of his shirt, not to pull him closerβthough it felt that wayβbut to keep yourself from stumbling under the force of it all.
The taste of him lingered on your tongue, sharp and consuming, each kiss a challenge neither of you wanted to lose.
You bit at his lower lip, he returned the favor, and your tongues tangled in a battle for dominance that left both of you breathing ragged. Teeth grazed swollen lips and the sensitive skin just beneath, his mouth dragging down to your neck. His lips were warm, his breath hotter, and when he sucked a mark there, his smirk was felt more than seen.
βSomeoneβs enjoying themselves,β he rasped against your skin, his voice low enough to scrape over your nerves.
βShut up,β you bit back, shoving at his shoulder, though your body betrayed you, arching into him when his handsβbolder nowβslipped beneath the hem of your shirt.
Your mouth found his again, urgent and unrestrained, and you yanked hard on his hair, pulling a groan from deep in his chest. The sound vibrated against your lips, and heat pooled low in your stomach.
You were both panting now, breaths coming fast and shallow, and then you felt his bulgeβhard against your hip, impossible to ignore. His thigh pressed between yours, and without thinking, you grinded down against it, the friction dizzying.
He groaned again, but this time it was laced with that infuriating amusement. βCute,β he drawled, his tone deliberately light, even as his grip on you tightened. βAlmost desperate. Must be all that pent-up frustration from wanting to fuck me this whole time.β
Your nails dragged slow beneath his shirt, scratching from his ribs down to his stomach before sliding back up again. The movement earned a low, unrestrained groan from him, his breath hitching just enough to make you smirkβthough you didnβt get long to savor the victory.
His hands were already on you, firm and unapologetic as they cupped your ass, pulling you down against the solid line of his thigh. The friction sent a jolt through you both, making your bodies lurch together, grunts and gasps spilling into the heat between your mouths.
Even breathless, neither of you could resist the game.
βFeel that?β he smirked, the words curling against your ear in a delicious rasp as he shifted his leg just right, making you gasp. βYouβre soaking through, cutie. Didnβt know you could get this wet just from grinding on me.β
You hissed through your teeth, catching his smirk in your peripheral, and refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter.
βYeah? Then maybe you should be more worried about yourself,β you shot back, your voice low and edged with heat. Your fingers slipped lower, brushing the waistband of his jeans. βYouβre so hard, Rafayel. I bet if I touched you just a little, youβd cum in seconds.β
His grip tightened at that, a subtle, wordless admission he wouldnβt dare voice.
What you donβt expect is his low, rough voice brushing against the shell of your ear like he knows exactly what it does to you.
βGo on,β he murmurs, the words warm and wicked, βbe a good girlβ¦ touch me. We could help each other out.β The tease is casual, almost lazy, but the weight of it coils heat deep in your stomach.
Before you can throw a retort, his fingers are already at your waistband, dragging the zipper down in a slow, deliberate pull. Then his hand slips inside, the heat of his palm startling against your skin. His breath hitches in something like satisfaction, and a soft grunt escapes him, carrying both a praise and a taunt.
βSlippery already,β he drawls, his tone dipping just enough to make it sound like a secret. βMustβve been desperate for me, huh? Canβt help yourselfβ¦ even just being close to me gets you like this.β
You grit your teeth, trying to swallow the sound building in your throat, but it escapes anywayβa low, unsteady moanβas his fingers slide inside you. He doesnβt ease in; his pace starts steady, controlled, and just dizzying enough to steal your breath.
Youβre too far gone to argue, too caught between his touch and the heat thrumming through you to remember whatever insult youβd been ready to throw. Instead, you crush your mouth to his, the kiss greedy and unrestrained, tasting of defiance. His fingers work inside you in a steady, deliberate rhythm, just enough to make your knees threaten to give.
You donβt let him have all the satisfaction. Your hand drifts lower, finding the hard outline pressing against his jeans, rubbing in the same measured pace heβs set for you. The sound he makes is low and rough, pulled from somewhere deep, and you drink it in like victory.
Your mouths stay locked, swallowing each otherβs shallow pants and quiet moans, the kiss breaking only for sharp gasps before crashing together again. Teeth catch lips, fingers dig into clothes and skin, both of you pushing harder, fasterβdaring the other to give in first.
The tension snaps for you in a shiver, your body tightening around his fingers as heat floods through you. He swallows your moan like itβs his, kissing you harder, deeper, until youβre dizzy. A moment later, his hips jerk, a muted groan breaking against your mouth as he follows, the heat between you spilling over into something ragged and messy.
Still, neither of you pull away. You kiss until your lips are bruised, until breath comes in broken pulls, until itβs impossible to tell if youβre clinging from want or because neither of you can stand without the other holding you up.
βPretty sure that was more than seven minutes,β he murmured against your neck, his tone dripping with satisfaction before his teeth sank into your skin in playful retaliation.
A sharp sound slipped from youβhalf moan, half hissβyour body still humming from the high, even as irritation flickered hot in your chest.
βWho knew all it would take was a couple of my fingers to strip some of that attitude away, cutie?β he added, the bait curling lazily from his lips like he already knew youβd take it.
Your response was wordless at firstβa firm grip on the half-hard length straining against his jeans, followed by a hiss against his neck as your other hand tangled in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him suck in a breath.
βHow about,β your voice was low and edged with challenge, βyou get me out of here and fuck me until itβs all gone, hm?β
His mouth crashed onto yours before you could blink, the kiss bruising and impatient. His hands gripped your ass and hips with a possessive force, pulling you flush against him as his smirk ghosted over your lips.
βGladly,β he breathed, smug as ever.
βBastard,β you muttered against his mouth, earning nothing more than a quiet laugh before he hauled you out of the cramped closet.
The hallway erupted in whistles and amused voices from classmates, but Rafayel didnβt so much as glance at themβhis only focus fixed entirely, and unapologetically, on you.
Β β
Your hands roamed over him in desperate, greedy paths, grabbing at whatever skin you could reachβhis back, his shoulders, the flex of his armsβas he drove into you with slow, delicious thrusts that somehow felt both sweet and merciless. His body hovered above yours, holding you caged between his hips and the mattress, each movement pulling ragged moans from your throat.
The air between you was hot, tangled with the sound of panting breaths and the wet heat of messy, biting kisses that kept breaking and reforming like neither of you could stay away for long.
βI can bet,β he moaned between thrusts, his voice rough but edged with that familiar smirk, βyou were this wet every time you argued back at meβ¦ isnβt that right?β
His flushed face hovered over yours, his gaze locked on you as his palm slid over your breast, kneading and teasing your nipple until it peaked under his touch.
You answered with a scoffing moan, biting back the urge to roll your eyes even as pleasure shot through you when he angled his hips just right, hitting deep enough to make your stomach clench. You lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, still unwilling to give him the full satisfaction of your surrender.
βWhy donβt you quit being insufferable,β you grunted, your voice breaking when his teeth grazed your neck, βand fuck me properly instead?β
His fingers found your clit mid-sentence, circling in maddening, precise strokes that made your breath stutter. βMake me cum again, Iβm close.β
βWho am I to refuse you, princess?β he mocked in a low, wicked whisper, his tone all heat and challenge.
Your back arched helplessly into him as release tore through you, your body tightening around his cock in pulsing waves. His hips jerked with the rhythm of your climax, your moans mixing with his as you dragged him into a heated kiss, swallowing each otherβs sounds. His grip on your hip tightened hard enough to leave faint, perfect marks youβd find later, a wordless claim in the shape of his fingers.
Your palms pressed firmly to his chest, the heat of his skin slick under your fingers as your nails dug in for balance. You rode him in a steady, unrelenting rhythm, each movement pulling a groan from deep in his throat.
Your head tipped back, lips parted, the sound of your panting filling the room as your breasts bounced with every rise and fall. His mouth caught one nipple, sucking greedily before his teeth grazed the sensitive peak just enough to make your muscles tighten around him.
βThis must be new to you, right?β he asked, though the lift of his brows and the smug curve of his mouth made it sound more like confirmation than curiosity. His tone was breathless, feigning innocence, which only made it worse.
Too lost in the way his cock filled you, you could only grunt between gasps, βWhat are you talking about?β
His hands tightened on your waist, guiding you down harder onto him. He murmured against your chest, his lips brushing your skin before closing around your nipple again, biting until a moan escaped you.
βBeing on top,β he rasped with a smirk you could hear, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. βConsidering youβre never above me in anything.β
The taunt was punctuated by a sharp thrust upward, his hips grinding into you as a low grunt rumbled from his chest. βHow do you like it, princess?β
You bent forward, bracing a hand against his jaw, then sliding it to the back of his neck as his eyes locked on yoursβamethyst and heat-drunk, his lips wet and kiss-bruised. Through a breathless moan, you rasped out your answer, your nails biting into his skin.
βWould like it better,β you panted, βif you didnβt run your mouth.β
He only smirked, that maddening curve of his lips catching the dim light before he ducked down to suck another mark into your neckβone of many already burning along your skin. His smugness was infuriating, but it was harder to focus on that when you felt him twitch inside you, his cock hitting deep enough to blur your vision.
βOh, but you do like when I run my mouth, donβt ya?β his voice was low, curling with amusement before he caught your lips in a kiss that was all heat and teeth and unspent tension. You kept moving on him, chasing the high with relentless rhythm, your breath breaking against his. βSeemed to love it a few minutes ago,β he murmured between kisses, βwhen it was between your legs.β
A sharp moan tore from you when his thumb found your clit, already slick and swollen from the previous orgasm he pulled from you. The touch was almost too much, your body clenching around him in a shiver that drew a low, unrestrained groan from his chest. He chuckled against your skin, his fingers digging into the soft curve of your ass as if he meant to keep you exactly where you were.
βI even recall you moaning my name so nicely when you came around my tongueβ¦β his voice rasped against your ear, warm enough to send a shiver down your spine.
Your head tipped back, eyes squeezing shut as you bounced harder, your mouth falling open on a broken gasp. You were so close you could taste it.
βNever heard my name sound that sweet from your mouth before,β he taunted, his words smug but tangled with his own uneven breaths, knowing it must turn you on.
The sound of his grunts matched the rhythm of your moans, your bodies locked in a pace that was more a challenge than surrender, both of you teetering at the edge.
You blocked out the smug noise spilling from his lips, focusing instead on keeping your rhythm steady despite the burn in your thighs. Your voice came out shaky but biting, laced with challenge. βYou better not cum before I do, asshole.β
Your teeth sank into your lower lip hard enough to sting, and his answering thrust made your head tip back. He met your pace with deep, upward drives of his hips, each one threatening to push you over. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, guiding you, controlling the motion as if he owned the moment and you.
βDonβt worry that pretty head, cutie,β he chuckled between low, rough grunts, the sound vibrating against your chest when he leaned in. His eyes drank you inβyour slack jaw, your unfocused gaze, the way pleasure had stolen the sharp edges of your expression. βI wouldnβt miss the chance to watch you cum around my cockβ¦ so freaking beautiful like thisβ¦β
His lips brushed your neck in a fleeting kiss just before your body seized around him. Heat and pleasure tore through you, your thighs trembling violently as you came with a broken, shaky moan. You felt the wet rush coat him, spill between you, soak into the sheets beneath.
His groan was deep and rough, the sound dragging low in his chest as his hips faltered. You didnβt need to see his face to know he was seconds away; you could feel it in the iron grip of his hands on your hips, in the heat radiating from his skin, in the breath he caught like he was holding back the inevitable.
Leaning down, you caught the warm line of his neck between your teeth, biting hard enough to draw another groan from him. Your lips found the sweet spot just beneath his ear, sucking until his muscles tensed under you.
That was all it tookβhe jerked inside you, twitching hard as heat spilled into you in thick, pulsing waves, coating your sensitive walls until you could feel it drip. His head tipped back, breath ragged, and you felt the faintest chuckle rumble in his chest, even through the haze of release.
βCanβt ever say you hate me now,β he rasped, his voice still rough with the edge of release, βnot after letting me mark you like this, cutie.β
Before you could snap back, his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you down into a kiss that stole the rest of your breath. It was searing and messy, all heat and teeth, his lips moving against yours like he had no intention of letting you go any time soon. Your bodies were still pressed tight, the aftershocks thrumming between you, and every pull of his mouth tasted faintly of victory.
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Rafayel wasnβt the type to cling to jealousy or waste energy on expectations he never asked forβbut watching you slip back into that same dynamic, as if nothing had happened between you, lit something sharp and ugly under his skin. It was one thing to keep up the bickering, the constant push-and-pull you two seemed addicted to, but being so close to anyone else in this place? Laughing, leaning in, letting other people into your space the way you let him, even if just for one night? That ticked him off more than he wanted to admit.
He could lie to everyone else, but not to himself. He was jealous. Or at the very least, botheredβmore than before, more than he had any right to be. Especially since you seemed intent on shoving it in his face, as though proving just how easily you could cozy up to other guys on campus might put him in his place.
Seeing you dance with that colleague tonight had made his jaw tighten, a scoff of disbelief escaping before he could bite it back. Because he knew betterβhe knew what you wanted. Heβd felt it in every heated moment youβd given him, in the way your body melted under his hands, pliant no matter how sharp your words were.
You could pretend, you could denyβbut heβd already dragged the truth out of you in the dark, in the messy rhythm of tangled sheets and bitten lips. And tonight, all he could think about was how youβd come undone for him, over and over again, chasing release like a spark to a fuse you couldnβt stop lightingβand now you were cozying up with another man.
The dynamic between you hadnβt shifted in the slightestβyou still scoffed, still snapped at him, every exchange bristling with the same defiance he had come to expect. Normally, Rafayel thrived on it; it was what made this little game so addictive. But tonight, with the taste of you still burned into his memory, he had hoped for something differentβsome flicker of change, even if you refused to admit it.
He caught you alone near the drinks table, slipping into your space without hesitation, his shadow falling across you as you tipped the bottle. You turned your head sharply, eyes narrowing, your scoff cutting through the din of music and chatter. βWhat do you want now, Rafayel?β
The toneβbiting, impatientβmade his jaw twitch. Normally it thrilled him, but the sharp edge tonight dug deeper. Did you really despise his presence that much? Even now, after everything?
He leaned one elbow against the counter as though he had all the time in the world, his amethyst eyes catching the low light and glinting with that practiced, playful spark. He slipped the mask on as easily as a second skin, the one he always wore with you. βBack to making me work for your attention, I see.β
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the weight of his gaze as you poured yourself a shot. The liquid burned down your throat, leaving your lips wet when you licked the taste away. His eyes tracked the movement without restraint, though you didnβt seem to notice.
βSometimes I seriously wonder if you donβt have better things to do than pester me all day,β you muttered, as though the idea of his presence alone grated on you.
He nearly laughed, the sound curling up the back of his throat, but the bitterness still lingered like ash. He could hide it wellβhe always didβbut something in his chest coiled tighter, a heaviness he couldnβt smirk his way out of.
He poured himself a shot like it was second nature, tossing it back with the same careless ease he wore like armor. Then he leaned in, closing the space between you with an unbothered smirk tugging at his lips.
βGonna pretend it never happened, is that it, princess?β his eyes found yours in the low light, sharp against sharp, daring you to flinch first.
You leaned in too, your voice dropping to a hiss that barely carried over the music. βStop calling me that.β
His laugh was low, warm, almost affectionate in its own infuriating way. βFunny,β he murmured, tilting his glass aside. βHad you in my bed, moaning for me, and the first thing you pick up after is that attitude.β
Your glare could have cut straight through him. You scoffed, turning your head deliberately, your gaze sweeping the roomβfor him, it wasnβt hard to guess who you were looking for. The guy youβd been dancing with earlier. His jaw tightened before he could stop it, the weight of his stare narrowing back on you.
His voice came out rougher now, laced with the edge of something he usually hid behind a smirk. βSo thatβs what it is. Maybe I should fuck you slow next time. Sweet, steadyβsee if thatβd finally get you to acknowledge it.β his head tilted slightly, the words a challenge, a taunt, but his eyes searched yours like he wanted the truth more than the fight.
You laughed, the sound sharp as glass. Through your teeth, bitter but smiling just enough to sting, you shot back, βThereβs no next time. And Iβd rather you dropped the cocky act.β your gaze flicked up, unwavering. βNot everyone wants to end up in your bed, Rafayel.β
The smirk didnβt falter on his lips, but the burn of your words sank under his skin all the same. Oh, how he loved your attitude. The sharpness in your voice, the fire in your glareβit always turned him on, but tonight it scraped against something else too. Annoyance. You dismissed him so easily, brushed everything off as if it hadnβt mattered, as if youβd rather erase it than admit it was real.
But he couldnβt forget. He didnβt want to forget the sound of your moans, the way your nails dug into his skin, the bite of your teeth against his shoulder, your mouth desperate and hot on his. Every mark youβd left on him still burned under his skin.
His smirk came quick, practiced, though his jaw ticked in irritation he couldnβt quite swallow down. βWell, you wanted it,β he drawled, voice low enough to coil between you, βand you seemed pretty determined to show me just how badly.β
The proof lingeredβyour mark, blooming faint but undeniable on the side of his neck. He saw the flicker in your expression when your eyes caught it, the twitch of your jaw before your glare sharpened even further.
You spit your words back at him, close enough now that he could smell you. Sweet perfume, deliberate and light, clinging to your skin like temptation. The thought of you applying it for someone elseβfor that guy youβd been pressed against earlierβmade his stomach knot in a way he refused to admit. His smirk stayed fixed, masking the flare of heat in his chest, but it didnβt quiet the urge that nearly consumed himβto press his face into your neck, breathe you in, and let himself get drunk on you.
βSeriously, whatβs your fucking problem?β you snapped, each word sharp enough to cut. βYeah, we fucked. So what? You expect me to drop at your feet now and suck you off or something?β
Every syllable was a double-edged knifeβturning him on even as it lit a flame of irritation low in his chest. Did you really think thatβs what he wanted from you? While heβd never be opposed to the thought, that wasnβt it. Not even close. What he wanted was for you to stop pretending it meant nothing, to stop brushing it off like you hadnβt melted under him, clawed at him, begged for more until your voice broke.
His eyes lingered on yours, refusing to look away, holding the heat of your glare. You looked pissed, but he couldnβt tell if it was your usual game or if heβd really struck a nerve this time, dug under your skin deeper than you wanted him to.
βI wouldnβt be opposed to it,β he said smoothly, smirking like he hadnβt just swallowed down the words he really wanted to sayβthat you were driving him insane, that youβd taken root under his skin, that it wasnβt just your body he wanted. He tilted his head slightly, voice curling like smoke as he added, βDo you want me begging for it first?β
The faint shift in your expressionβhesitation, surprise, something flickering behind your eyesβwas gone almost as quickly as it appeared. You scoffed, your laugh short and bitter, already angling your body away like youβd had enough.
βI want you to leave me alone,β you shot back, each word bitten off like you meant to end it right there. Your smile was cutting, the kind meant to dismiss, to wound. βEnjoy the party, Rafayel.β
And before he could stop you, you turned toward the crowdβtoward him, the other guyβand something inside him twisted sharp, the smirk still plastered on his face doing nothing to smother the frustration building in his chest.
Watching you dance, flirt, and laugh with that guy for hours ticked Rafayel off in ways he couldnβt keep buriedβnot with alcohol humming in his veins. His eyes followed the sway of your hips, the way sweat caught the low lights on your skin, turning you into something untouchable and magnetic. The guy had slipped away a few minutes ago, probably for another drink or a bathroom breakβRafayel couldnβt be bothered to care.
His focus was on you, only you. The words youβd thrown at him earlier replayed like a broken record in his mind, cutting sharper every time. He hadnβt expected you to cling to him, hadnβt even expected softness or anything close to itβbut acting as if you hadnβt spent a night tangled together, bodies desperate, mouths bruisedβit set something raw and restless burning in him.
He hated it. Hated how much it mattered. Hated the circumstances, hated that it made him feel like thisβlike he wanted to drag you away and make you admit every mark you left on his skin meant something more than just a mistake. And he knew it would probably end badly. But watching another man press into your space, lay hands on youβwatching you let him, welcome himβit made his blood run hotter than the whiskey in his glass.
Rafayel wasnβt stupid enough to believe you were doing it on purpose just to rile him up. But still, the thought gnawed at him. The possibility that you knew exactly what effect you had on himβand chose to wield itβmade his chest tighten in a way he couldnβt laugh off anymore.
Your hips swayed slow and unbothered to the rhythm, a lazy, carefree roll that pulled him in before he could stop himself. You hadnβt even realized who pressed up behind youβhe could see it in the way you welcomed the touch too easily, as if you thought it was that other guy. That thought alone made his jaw clench, the bitter edge of alcohol still coating his tongue.
His hands settled on your waist, fingers splaying possessively over the curve, and you arched in response without hesitation. That simple movementβthat youβd done it for someone elseβmade frustration coil low and sharp in his chest. His grip tightened, pulling you flush as he dipped his face into the slope of your neck. The scent of your perfume laced with heat and sweat filled his head, dizzying, intoxicating, far too easy to get drunk on.
βYou smell so good,β he murmured against your skin, his voice low enough to sink right into your bones.
You stiffened instantly, the realization snapping through you. It was him, not the guy you thought. Your body shifted as if to turn, to throw him a glare or maybe shove him away, but his arms circled tighter around your waist, holding you still, pressing you into the steady rise of his chest. His nose brushed just beneath your ear, his mouth dragging close enough that his words threaded warmth into your skin.
βWhat the hell do you think youβre doing?β you asked, your voice pitched low, sharp but not steadyβcaught off guard, unsettled.
His lips ghosted another breath over your neck, dangerous and calm all at once, the lazy drawl of his voice cutting through the bass of the music. βCouldnβt keep watching that guy put his hands all over you.β
You scoffed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of stillness, your body swaying side to side with the beat as though he werenβt pressed so close. He took it for annoyance, maybe even defiance, and you threw your words like sparks over your shoulder. βThen donβt fucking look, Rafayel. It isnβt any of your business.β
His chest brushed against your back, solid and warm, crowding you until there was no space left to claim as your own. You rolled your hips again, half in spite, half because fighting him always ended like thisβlike gravity itself had shifted around him. His breath trembled against your neck, catching faintly on the perfume he couldnβt seem to stop drinking in.
βAre you drunk?β you muttered, sharp with irritation.
βNo,β he rasped, voice rougher than usual, his hips sliding in sync with yours. The deliberate press made it impossible to ignore the unmistakable hardness straining against your ass. His fingers found your hips, not tentative but claiming, tightening when you didnβt shrug him off.
You scoffed under your breath, but your body betrayed you, still moving, still letting him. βThen why the hell are you all over me right now?β
He didnβt answer in words first. His lips ghosted along your neck, deliberate and lazy, before catching against your skin in a kiss that lingered too long to be innocent. He pulled your hips flush against his, making sure you felt exactly what youβd provoked, exactly how hard he was.
βItβs how it should be,β he murmured, his voice a low curl of smoke, the smirk etched against your skin as he leaned into your ear. βSo do me a favor, cutie, and tell that guy to back off.β
Your laugh came sharp, edged with a bite. βI thought I told you to back off, Rafayel.β still, your hips betrayed the venom of your words, grinding against him like you couldnβt stop yourself. βIβm leaving home soon, anyway.β
That pushed him too far. His patience snapped into something darker, frustration coiled tight with want. His mouth brushed your ear, tone suddenly rougher, meaner, though still soaked in heat. βThe next words out your mouth better not be that youβre leaving with him.β
His grip tightened at your waist, and the pressure sent a shiver down your spine no matter how hard you tried to fight it. You hated that your body still reacted, hated that even when you were frustratedβangry, evenβit didnβt stop the rush of heat that pooled beneath your skin.
His breath brushed your ear as he leaned in, the low bass of the music vibrating through the floor and through your bones, but all you could hear was him. The two of you swayed together, not to the rhythm, but to something far more reckless.
βGet your act together, Rafayel.β your voice cut sharp, laced with sarcasm as you turned to face him. The flashing lights caught the tension in your jaw, as tight and unyielding as his own, and for a moment it felt like you werenβt dancing so much as locked in combat.
His lips curvedβnot into a smile, not reallyβbut into that insufferable smirk he wore whenever he wanted to rile you. βMm, harsh. Though, to be fair, Iβm not the one grinding against strangers for an audience.β his words came low, casual, but there was a rawness underneath, the kind that betrayed too much.
Your eyes narrowed, voice dripping with annoyance. βYouβre either drunk out of your mind, or youβre jealous. Whichever it isβyou have no right to say that.β
His hold only tightened, and the jealousy he refused to name aloud lingered in every breath he refused to let you take alone. His jaw ticked, a scoff breaking past his lips. It was supposed to sound amused, the way it usually did when he was poking at you, but the laugh carried a sharpness he couldnβt quite disguise. Jealousy bled through no matter how smooth he tried to make it. His eyes locked on yours, unblinking, the crowd and the music dissolving into a blur behind you.
βDonβt go home with him.β the words came out low, bitten off, heavier than he intended.
You scoffed, the sound sharp enough to cut, pushing against his chest to put some space between you. He barely gave, his body rooted in place, but you turned anyway, your voice tossed over your shoulder, drowned by the bass but still slicing through him all the same. βUnbelievable.β
The sway of your hips as you walked away was infuriating, deliberate, as if you knew exactly what you were doing to him. His jaw clenched tighter, watching you head straight toward the direction that bastard had gone. Before the thought could even settle, his hand shot out, catching your wrist.
You barely had time to gasp before he was dragging you through the crush of bodies, threading you through the mess of perfume and sweat and music until the two of you spilled into a darker corner, half-hidden near the bathroom hallway.
βWhat the fuββ the curse was barely past your lips before his mouth was on you.
It wasnβt careful. It wasnβt measured. It was a smash of lips and teeth and bottled-up want that burned through every ounce of restraint he had left. He couldnβt hear another word of you telling him to back off, couldnβt stand the thought of you storming away toward anyone but him.
And to his reckless satisfaction, you didnβt shove him off. Not right away. Instead your lips parted, your tongue chasing his with a heat that shocked him as much as it thrilled him. The back of your shoulders hit the wall with a thud, and he pinned you there, his hand curling around your jaw like he needed to hold you still, like he couldnβt risk you slipping through his fingers again.
He broke just enough space to breathe, his forehead nearly pressed to yours, breath ragged against your lips. His voice was hoarse, raw in a way youβd never heard. βIβm jealous.β
The confession scraped out of him like it cost something, but his eyes didnβt waver. They bore into you, dark, heated, a storm of frustration and something softer underneath. His cheeks were warm, but his gaze was sharp, almost accusing.
βDidnβt think your little act of indifference would get to me, and it didnβt at first,β he said, his tone clipped, defensive, as if he needed to convince himself more than you. His fingers dug harder into your hips, holding you where you were, his frustration bleeding through every touch.
βUntil I saw him all over you. And youββ his jaw tightened again, the words heavier, almost bitten through his teeth. βYou couldnβt have welcomed him more sweetly.β
βIs that so?β you scoffed, though the sound came out thinner than you wanted, betraying the heat gathering in your chest. His eyes caught the flicker of yours dropping just once to his mouth before darting back up, a slip you couldnβt take back. You hated that he noticed, hated the way he thrived on it, as if your irritation was his favorite game.
βI donβt remember owing you anything, Rafayel,β you managed through a ragged breath, voice sharp but trembling at the edges.
His grip tightened at your waist, fingers digging into the fabric just enough to make you stumble the slightest step into him. The closeness burned. There were people all around youβlaughing, drunk, tangled in the musicβbut the crowd blurred into nothing, leaving only the thrum of his pulse pressed against yours, the friction of your remarks colliding.
βItβs like youβre trying to piss me off on purpose,β he muttered, low and rough, the words curling warm against your ear before his mouth stole yours.
The kiss was hard, bruisingβmore a clash than a surrenderβbut your body betrayed you, answering with the same fever. Your fingers curled into the half-buttoned placket of his shirt, yanking him closer until the last breath of air between you vanished. He groaned against your lips, the sound half frustration, half need, his tongue meeting yours in a reckless tangle. The taste of him was dizzyingβbitter with jealousy, sweet with desireβand it made your head spin worse than the alcohol.
When he tore back just enough to speak, his voice was ragged, every word bitten off as though it cost him something.
βIβm jealous and pissed, and so fucking turned on.β his teeth grazed your skin as he caught the line of your jaw, then your throat, nipping at the place where your pulse fluttered out of control.
His breath spilled hot over your perfume, a scent he knew wasnβt chosen for himβand that knowledge set his temper alight.
He inhaled against your neck, lips brushing dangerously close. βTell me, cutieβ¦β his tone dipped into mockery, sharp and soft all at once, βis that what you were aiming for?β
β
Shutting Rafayel up was easy enough if you played your cards right. And right now, with your thighs draped on each side of his head, his face buried between them, it was the most effective method youβd ever discovered.
Heβd pulled you straight out of that partyβcocky grin, sharp remarks, his hand at the small of your back like he had every right to lead you wherever he pleasedβand somehow, the two of you ended up here again, tangled in the mess of his sheets, tearing at each otherβs clothes like you were starving.
He hadnβt wasted a second once the door shut. The moment he shoved you back onto his bed, Rafayel dragged you over his mouth, pinning you there with a kind of desperate arrogance, tongue lapping at your folds like he had something to prove.
Your thighs trembled with every stroke of him, the slick sound of his mouth against you filling the room. He groaned into you, the vibration making you jolt, fingers tightening around the headboard as you rocked against him.
βFuckβRafayel,β you gasped, the words breaking into a moan as his hands urged you down harder, forcing you to grind over his mouth like he wanted you to drown him.
You couldnβt help laughing breathlessly, the edge of smugness curling your lips. βDidnβt know you liked shutting up this much,β you panted, voice cracking as he sucked hard on your clit, pulling another shaky cry from you.
He hummed against you in response, and the casual defiance in it made your chest tighten with something more dangerous than lust. Still, you couldnβt resist taunting him, voice pitched with a mix of moan and tease. βDo you wanna make me cum, Rafayel? Hm? So eager to please me for once?β
That had his fingers digging into your thighs, bruising and possessive. He pushed his tongue deeper, fucking you with it, and you cursed, head falling back, vision hazing. But you werenβt done. You leaned into the crueler edge of the game, your smirk curling even as your words hitched mid-breath.
βMaybe the other guy wouldβve been just as eagerβ¦ you know, the one who whispered all kind of things in my ear while grinding behind meββ
Your taunt cut off in a broken scream when he growled low into your pussy and sealed his mouth around your clit, sucking so hard your whole body jerked. The orgasm ripped through you with a violence that made your thighs quake against his grip, soaking his face as you cried out his name like you couldnβt hold it back. And the bastard didnβt even slow down.
βS-shit, ahhβ¦β you gasped, the sound breaking out of you before you could bite it back. His mouth didnβt let up, not until you cried his name, your whole body trembling as your hips moved helplessly against his tongue, too sensitive to bear it yet too desperate to stop. A low growl rumbled in his throat at the sound of your curse, vibrating against you, and then suddenlyβhis grip clamped around your thighs, dragging a startled cry from your lips as he flipped you onto your back.
Before you could catch your breath, he was already over you, stealing your mouth in a kiss that left you dizzy, his hips grinding down into yours, the hard line of him pressing insistently through the fabric of his pants. His lips broke away only to trail down your throat, and then his teeth found you, sucking rough marks into your skin like he meant to brand you.
βYou already got me so worked upβ¦β his voice was rough, almost bitten out, βbut then you go and say his name while Iβm between your legs?β he sank his teeth lightly into your neck, the sting chased by the drag of his tongue.
Your protest melted into a groan as his fingers slid inside you, stretching you with merciless precision. He moaned low when your release slicked against his touch, making each movement faster, deeper, your body clenching around him in desperate pulses. His other hand spread over your ass, holding you open for him as his mouth closed around your breast, sucking hard, leaving your nipple aching under the wet heat of his tongue.
When his eyes lifted, messy hair falling into his flushed face, the burn in them was enough to make your stomach twist. Jealousy and hunger sharpened the edges of his gaze, the sound of his voice rough and almost mocking. βIf you wanted it rough, cutie, you couldβve just asked. No need to piss me off, pulling shit like this on me.β
Your laugh came out broken, shaky, your voice trembling on each gasp. Still, you managed, βWhereβs the fun in that?β
He kissed you then like he was trying to win something, all heat and defiance, his mouth clashing against yours in a mess of teeth and breath. You answered with equal force, your hands already curling tighter in his hair, dragging him closer until you broke the kiss just to flip him beneath you.
The motion was sharp, your thighs locking around his hips as you shoved him down onto the mattress, stealing a groan out of him that sounded far too satisfying.
βYouβre so easy to trigger, arenβt you?β you taunted, breathless as you pressed your mouth to his throat, nipping at the skin until he tilted his head back with a curse. Your fingers fumbled at his belt, deliberately slow, grazing him in ways that made his jaw clench.
βMaybe itβs time someone puts you in your place. Because clearlyβ¦β you scoffed, dragging your nails lightly over his stomach as you marked his neck, ββ¦you donβt know where you stand.β
His hips twitched under the drag of your palm, his breathing uneven nowβfinally losing that insufferable composure that always drove you mad. His pants and boxers were gone in what felt like seconds, and you perched just above him, teasing, stroking him in slow, deliberate movements that had his eyes darkening, his chest rising sharp with every breath.
When your mouth wrapped around him at last, he swore violently, a hand flying to your hair, gripping hard enough to make your scalp sting. The sound that tore out of him was raw, unguarded, his back arching off the sheets.
βS-shit, fuckβ¦β he hissed, the word breaking, and you almost laughed around him, because the victory was already rushing through your veins, warm and heady. The Rafayel who always had a sharp retort, always stayed a step ahead, was now groaning under your mouth, bucking helplessly into you, fingers threaded tight in your hair as if heβd lose himself without the anchor.
He looked almost beautiful like thisβbreathless, undone, stripped of every cocky remark he usually wielded like a weapon. You could admit it now, he was dangerous when quiet, his charm sharper in the silence between gasps.
βCutie shitβjust like that,β his voice cracked, raw and heavy as his hand tightened in your hair. βIβm not gonna last.β
The ragged sound of his breathing filled the space, and just when you felt him twitch against your tongue, he pulled you away with a guttural growl. His mouth caught yours in a kiss that was messy, desperate, teeth clashing as if he couldnβt stand the distance for even a second longer.
βNot yet,β he rasped against your lips, his grip bruising your hips as he dragged you up into his lap. βNot until I fuck you so good you forget whatever guy you were entertaining earlier.β
You barely had time to roll your eyes before he flipped you over with startling ease, pressing you down and sliding into you in one rough, unrelenting thrust. The breath tore out of you in a broken moan, nails sinking into his shoulders as your body stretched around him.
βYouβre tight, princess,β he groaned into your ear, hips snapping forward, the sound spilling out of him low and guttural. βFuck, you take me just as good as last time.β
Whatever sharp retort you mightβve had died the moment he set a brutal rhythm, pounding into you with a pace that stole the ground from under your thoughts. Pleasure tore through you too fast, too muchβuntil you were trembling around him, clenching hard as your release crashed over you.
βSo sweet when you come for me,β he rasped, voice unraveling as your walls squeezed him tighter. βSqueezing me so goddamn t-tightβ¦β
He pulled out only to drag you forward, manhandling you face-down, ass high, the mattress dipping under his weight as he shoved back inside without warning. The thrust punched a scream out of you, raw and unguarded, and he chuckled darkly at the sound, his fingers digging deep into your hips as if to brand you there.
βYou wanted rough, didnβt you?β His tone was half-growl, half-smirk, sharp with the kind of heat that left no space to breathe. He snapped his hips hard against you, deeper, faster, each movement sharp enough to leave you reeling. βWanted to make me jealous, huh? Then take it.β
Your mouth hung open, words failing as he pushed you past every edge, the drag of his jealousy turning him feral, recklessβeager to ruin you until there was nothing left in your head but him. And in truth, you loved every second of it. Because this version of Rafayelβthe one who burned with want, who touched like he was starving, who let his jealousy unravel into raw needβwas utterly, devastatingly irresistible.
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he sits perfectly upright, his rigid posture is the only outward sign of the sheer willpower it takes to maintain his composure. yet beneath the heavy, dark folds of his cassock, you are settled firmly in his lap, warming his cock. every tiny shift of your weight sends a jolt of pleasure straight to his core, but rafayel doesn't move a muscle, in fact, he cannot.
βwhen a sharp wave of pleasure hits you, your breath hitches and despite you, a soft, breathless whimper escapes your lips.
βin which, rafayel's hand moves instantly. oh, his pretty long, elegant fingers, usually crossed neatly in his lap or tracing the beads of a rosary, clamp firmly over your mouth, and the heat of his palm suffocates the sound, pressing your head back against his chest.
βthrough the mesh screen, his voice remains steady, so smooth that it contrasts wildly with the dark, possessive heat in his eyes.
β"go on, my child," rafayel says aloud to the screen, "the lord is listening. continue your confession."
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