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“this isn’t what i ordered,” you say, ready to admit defeat and picking up your fork, taking a piece and sniffing it. Rafayel frowns at your words, immediately looking around and waving over the waiter. “raf! it’s okay, it’s not that bad i don’t wanna bother–”

“how can i help, sir?” the waiter asks with a small smile, rafayel turns to look at you. you look like a deer in headlights.

“that’s not what she ordered,” he states simply.

“i-it’s okay!” you immediately laugh nervously, the waiters eyes widen as the waiter quickly apologizes, taking the plate from you and asking what you’d ordered originally. your face burns as you recite your order, muttering a small ‘sorry’ as the waiter scurries away to right the wrong.

rafayel who is always your voice when you’re too shy or nervous to speak up for yourself, telling people off when they bump into you and expect you to apologize.

“you bumped into her dumbass, apologize.” rafayel narrows his eyes at the man, they glow blue, pupils turning into slits for a split second. it’s enough to cause the man to practically beg for forgiveness, running the other way when rafayel tells him to get lost.

“raf…” your voice is soft but has the slightest edge to it. rafayel gives you a sheepish smile, then immediately pouts at you with gleaming eyes.

“cuutieeee cmon! he was a dick to you!” he frowns, practically hanging off your arm as the two of you continue to walk to the burger joint you’d planned on trying.

“he said excuse me,” you retort, fighting a smile off your face. rafayel sees the slightest twitch of your lips, he immediately stands a little straighter, placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“he had a tone, no one gives my bride tone,” he hums, lacing his fingers with yours.

your face flushed at the term of endearment, simply squeezing his hand slightly.

“you give me tone all the time.”

“you beat my ass for it,” he giggles, sighing softly as he recalls the way you manhandle him when he frustrates you to no end.

“no one believes that by the way,” you scoff, rafayel grins brighter.

“‘course not, my shy cutie would never hurt a poor little fishie like me– ow!” he pouts as you pinch his arm slightly, you only smile up at him.

“can you tell them i want no onions, please?” your voice is soft as ever as you move closer to the cashier, turning and facing your lover.

“of course,” he smiles down at you, eyes soft and heart aflutter as you press yourself closer to him when you’re next in line.

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You once had been worried about your mouth after a date - the menu had an abundance of seafood. Rafayel had stated he didn't care, something about his heritage being thrown in the mix, but you most certainly did. So instead, he had kissed the tip of your nose, compromising. 

Kneecaps were a new one for you the first time he did it. On his knees adjusting the strap of your heel, his lips had stamped to your left knee then your right. He had even startled himself with the endearment. 

You liked to kiss his cheek after an accomplishment of his. It was a challenge to miss blots of paint across his skin, but even then, a little paint never hurt anyone. 

Rafayel kisses you with his entire body. His hands on your body, his hardening cock beneath the zipper of his jeans, all of it is for you. Sometimes, he deploys suspense, simply grinding, never removing clothes.

It’s not uncommon for Rafayel to straddle you, his hands tugging on your hair, tilting your chin back so he can spear his tongue over yours.

Rafayel uses his lips as a weapon, chasing you around the house, cheeks flushed, a blanket wrapped over his shoulders. “Cutie,” he drawled, “I don’t want to be sick alone!” Not your beloved fishie threatening to transfer his cold via a kiss. By now, you shouldn’t be surprised. 

When Rafayel had his knees spread while sitting on the couch, you often found yourself wedged between them, lips pressing over his length from base to tip, puckering at the crown to suck, then lick the slit, his taste divine upon your tongue. 

A kiss emoji accompanies his text messages when he flirts. Sometimes, a face has puckered lips, others, he uses the kiss mark to end a sentence. It makes you smile, knowing the instant you walk through the door, his lips will be on yours. 

“sorry to barge in,” you mumble, voice slightly muffled as you move around, cheek squished against one of his pillows as you stare at the artist, “was gonna go home but ended up here.”

“this is your home too y’know,” rafayel replies without missing a beat, “you eat dinner?”

you sigh softly at his question, eyes following his every movement, memorizing the way he precisely moves the brush, blank canvas slowly coming to life. “not yet,” you reply, “just wanna sleep.”

rafayel hums at your response, continuing to paint before he pauses, turning around and focusing on you. he can’t stop the fond smile that surfaces on his face, the way his eyes soften at your half lidded eyes as you gaze at him. “mm?” you hum out, your lovers smile only widens.

“my cutie is just too exhausted to move isn’t she?” he teases, setting his pallete and brush down before heading over to when you’re laying. “let me make you something, yeah? go freshen up while i cook.” the offer is too enticing to deny, nodding groggily before you lift your arms up.

“carry me?” you sheepishly ask, rafayel all but lights up. he wastes no time in scooping you in his arms, carrying you bridal style to the restroom before gingerly setting you on the counter. he turns the hot water on for you, placing a kiss to your lips before leaving you to your own devices.

there’s warm food on the table when you exit, hair still wet and body engulfed in one of rafayel’s hoodies and a pair of pajama shorts you’d left a while back.

rafayel filled the silence of dinner for you, telling you of the pieces he was working on and the new paints he’d bought recently. you listened attentively, grateful to have found someone who knew exactly what you needed and gave you that without a second thought. he didn’t push for you to talk, accepting your short answers with a smile and picking up your plate for you.

“you gonna go to bed?” he asks, watching as you trail behind him back to the living room where his painting was, you slip under the blanket on the couch silently.

“not yet, wanna watch you paint for a bit first,” you murmur, fighting a yawn back as rafayel smirks at you, cocking his head to the side and crossing his arms over his chest.

“cutie your neck is gonna hurt if you fall asleep there,” his voice has a teasing lilt, a sigh leaving his lips as you pout at him.

“not gonna fall asleep, i promise,” you smile up at him, a blatant lie. rafayel knows you’re lying, but he just shakes his head and sit in front of his painting. he moves the easel a bit, positioning himself so he could see you from the corner of his eye, stealing glances at you every so often.

ten minutes later you’re out like a light, neck positioned in an awkward position as soft snores leave your lips. your hair falls over your face and rafayel can’t help but stare. how did he get so lucky?

silently he puts his things away, wiping any stray paint on his pants before gently picking you up. “don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he whispers, carrying you to bed and tucking you in. you stir slightly when the bed dips under his weight, vision fuzzy as you see your lover.

his purple hair is messy, collarbones accentuated by the rooms shadows. you can smell his cologne as he pulls you into his chest. “go back to sleep, i’ve got you,” he whispers, a feathery kiss on your forehead makes your eyes flutter shut.

“raf?” he hums in acknowledgment, “i love you,” you mumble, already half asleep. you don’t miss the way his heartbeat spikes, the way his arms tighten around you.

“i love you so much more, cutie.”

"Of all the things you could fixate on," you sigh, arms crossed as you watch him pace and then freeze, glancing around anxiously as if his movements would cause the stuck elevator to suddenly plummet, "you're most upset by me not kissing you right now?"

Rafayel turns his pout onto you, eyes wide and almost innocent enough to hide the glimmer of eager fire within. He tilts his head, crossing his arms over his chest to mirror your exasperation, like you were the one being peculiarly stubborn in this situation.

"You really want to plummet to our sad, inevitable deaths without kissing me one more time, cutie?"

"We are not going to die, Raf," you sigh at his melodrama, glancing towards your watch again. "They gave an ETA of ten minutes for the firefighters, they'll be here any minute now."

You know he's searching for a distraction, to get swept up in you in order to forget about the nerveracking situation—truth be told, you were on edge too, tensing further the longer you were stuck in a glorified box all the way up here.

Normally, you'd be more than happy to indulge in his romantic whimsies, but you could be rescued at any moment now. You weren't too keen at being caught in here with your lips on his neck and his hand down your pants.

But that doesn't stop your lover from prowling closer, his arm coming up to rest on the wall you lean against. There's a familiar glint in his eye, and you feel the tension in the enclosed space heat up ten degrees, the distance smaller and tighter when he leans into your space like he belongs there.

And you're sure he does, if only by the way your body naturally welcomes him in. Your crossed arms fall to make room for his chest brushing against yours, the quickening rise and fall of your breaths coming into sync with his.

The way Rafayel molds himself to you is effortless. Not imposing, but with a calm assurance, urging your attention like it was his birthright. Until your world narrows down to only this, only him.

"We—" you lick your lips, and try not to let your whimper escape when Rafayel keenly tracks the movement. His own mouth parts, tongue darting out along his bottom lip like he wants to trace the path you left with his own, and your breathing picks up. "We can't. If someone sees…"

"Come on, cutie," he whines, ducking his face into your neck, nosing along the nape. Your breath shutters out of you, fingers curling into his designer suit jacket when his bottom lip drags along your skin. "All the way up here? It's just you and me, yeah?"

That's all there ever is, to him, you think distantly, your mind foggy when his hands find your waist, lithe fingers rubbing slow, tantalizing circles into your skin when your shirt rides up.

"There could be…" You blink rapidly, trying to gather your scattered thoughts when his lips purse against your jaw, leaving a damp, open-mouthed kiss to it. "...paparazzi."

He laughs, low and husky against your chin when he places a brief, chaste kiss there, then tilts your head back for him. You're entranced by the hazy look in his eyes when he leans in.

"Then I'll get them blacklisted," he purrs proudly, lips brushing against yours. They part, breathing the heated promise into your mouth, "Buuut I'll keep those photos first."

Passionate hardly seems to scratch the surface of describing kissing Rafayel. The touch of his lips against yours is searing, all-consuming, with an undercurrent of gentle reverence that threatens to bring you to your knees.

His lips meet yours, again and again, devouring you deeper each time. Until he pulls your breath into his own lungs, and breathes his into yours. Until you're hoisted halfway up the glass wall, the soft strands of his hair curling through your fingers, the heat of his soft whimpers melting into your mouth.

Being intimate with him in any way just feels like so much more than your brain can comprehend. Your body responds in kind to his soft desperation, his loving hunger, a deep-ingrained intuition to him that still shakes you to your core every time.

So it's no wonder you're lost in the taste of him, the long and hard press of his body against yours into the wall, when the elevator door begins to be forced open.

You're not even shocked when he gently, hastily sets you down before he's gone in an instant. A breathless laugh escapes your throat as he's scrambling towards the opening door for escape.

The firefighter on the other side gives him a steady nod when the doors are slowly pried apart, giving an assured promise of, "Don't worry, I'm getting you out of there," that has him struck silent for once, the flush you'd left on your man's cheeks deepening.

You bite back the fond smile when he's lifted easily into the buff firefighter's princess carry, swooning dramatically in that way you love, with his arm thrown over his eyes.

When it's your turn to be lifted out, you look back at Rafayel, noticing the tinge of pink on his skin hasn't faded. Neither has his intent gaze swayed from your rescuers while you both thank them once secure.

Ohh, you think, stealing glances at Rafayel as he rubs the back of his neck. His teeth work over the corner of his lips, still swollen from your kisses, fixated on the hard at work firefighters fixing the elevator.

He clears his throat, wide-eyed and jumping when you tug him towards the stairs to continue up to his floor. As if he'd been caught.

Excitement curls through your lower stomach as you realize the same thing he is.

Up in the suite, he seems almost back to normal, throwing himself backwards onto the extravagant chaise lounge in the seated area.

But you see the way he keeps biting his reddened lip, his eyes unfocused like when he's thinking over angles and color schemes for a piece. His hips shift restlessly as he keeps adjusting his long body on the couch.

"Rafayel," you say, and he glances over, perking up instantly at the sight of you sauntering up to him. "Did you like that?"

A satisfied smirk curls onto half of his lips. "'Course, I always like kissing you, cutie."

You shake your head, pressing one knee into the cushion, arm braced on the edge of the couch as you lean over him.

"I meant," you say, the words curling low in your throat, his eyes widening when he hears them, "did you like being thrown around like that?"

His breath catches in a small gasp. Instantly, his eyes start darting around, flittering to you and away. Like the erratic wings of a butterfly, a bejeweled bicolor just as beautiful.

"I-I—"

He clears his throat, still shifting restlessly on the couch underneath where you cage him in. There's no discomfort in the movements, but a restless energy, a knowledge that he's been caught red-handed—or rather, pink-faced and wanting.

"Would you like to do that again?" You relish in the way his lips part, the jerk of his hips when his wide eyes meet yours. "Do you want me to manhandle you, Rafayel?"

"W-what?" he splutters, pink rising fast up to his ears, and you catch the briefest shimmer of iridescence across his delicate cheekbones before he's turning his face away stubbornly. "No! Of course not! What do I look like to you, some damsel in distress? Puh-lease, the very idea is insulting—"

"Rafayel."

He stops mid-sentence when you coo his name, the affection in each syllable drawing his silence.

Rafayel's eyes flicker to you and away again a few times, before his attention slowly slides back. The flush is blooming down his neck now, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looks you up and down while you lean back from your position, pulling him along to sit up with you.

Your thumb brushes against the edge of his jaw, and a sigh stutters from his lips, lashes fluttering as he turns into your light touch by instinct, always seeking more.

"It's okay to like it," you whisper, cupping his face in your hands, and his eyes are wide when they meet yours. The blue deepens, pink glinting with thinly veiled excitement as his lids begin to fall heavy. "You can be honest with me. I'll give you whatever you want, cutie."

His breath hitches. "Really?"

You nod, an adoring smile crossing your lips. His own lips part, quick, shallow breaths escaping them when he sees clear as day how endearing you find him.

"Really."

Rafayel dips his head down, but you stop him, thumb pressed gently to his lips. He moans softly, parting them against your digit to give a kitten lick to your skin, and you suppress the shiver of pleasure at how intoxicated he always got just from your presence, your readily given affection.

"Tell me what you want, baby," you encourage him.

His eyes squeeze shut, huffing and mumbling something under his breath, the Lemurian syllables lost to you. When his gaze meets yours again, there's a darkness in them.

"I want you to," he purrs, and you wonder not for the first time who exactly was leading the other here. Does he submit to you, or does he have you exactly where he wants you, dancing to the tune of his ethereal song?

"Want me to what?" you prompt, and he groans, making your lips twitch into a smile. "Use your words for me."

"Fuck, cutie," he whimpers, eyes flashing, teeth nipping at your thumb. "Manhandle me. Use me. Throw me around and do whatever you want with me—"

You stand swiftly, knees bending, and he cuts off with surprised yelp when you scoop him off the couch and effortlessly hoist him over your shoulder.

"Holy—" Soft gasps of surprise and flustered curses fall from his lips as you secure your arm around his legs, easily carrying him down the hallway to your destination of satin sheets and plush pillows. "How do you do that?"

"I'm a Hunter, baby."

You grin when you toss him backwards onto the bed, and he bounces a few times, bright-eyed and eager. You crawl up over him, his slender wrists held easily in your grip. You watch with satisfaction as he gulps, the edges of the bond burning hot and passionate under the open collar of his shirt.

Your thumb catches his chin, leaning down to capture his lips in yours, but not before whispering, "Let me show you everything I can do to you."

two weeks later the three of you head to the beach, (rafayel was strongly against the kitty invading his “safe space,” you convinced him with many kisses), and lo and behold; your cat walks RIGHT into the ocean and starts swimming like it’s no one’s business.

rafayel’s knees hit the ground, hands covering his mouth as he stares at your cat, swimming right up to the shore and meeting him in the sand, headbutting the artist and staring up at him, as if waiting for his approval.

a small ‘mreow’ leaves the felines mouth, wet fur rubbing on rafayel before turning around and getting back in the water, swimming in a circle before facing your boyfriend once more.

“look he turned out to be part fish like his dad!” you tease, holding the leash tightly so your kitty didn’t swim too far. you turn to look at Rafayel, biting back your laughter when you see tears welling in his eyes as he looks at cat, arms extending and scooping the wet ball of fur into his chest.

“please forgive daddy for being mean to you, my sweet sweet baby,” he murmurs into the cats fur, placing kisses to its small face. you can hear your cat purring, your jaw almost on the sand as you take in the sight before you.

“bet you like seafood too huh? want some lobster? dads got some scallops he can make you, yes he can,” he coos softly, voice softer and a higher pitch than usual.

rafayel, notorious cat hater, was placing a flurry of kisses on your cats face. and your cat was having the time of its life, eyes shut and tail swooshing languidly.

after a moment Rafayel walked deeper in the water with your cat, his sunset eyes shimmering as he watched your cat swim alongside him, soft laughter leaving his body and wrapping around your heart tightly.

“are you gonna get in the water? we’re having so much fun!” Rafayel calls out, he’s sitting in the water, soft waves crashing onto his chest as he watches your kitty carefully, stealing glances at your enamored face.

“yeah ‘m going,” you reply quickly, staring at the pair quietly for a moment before walking towards them, placing a kiss to Rafayels cheek when you get next to him.

“told you you’d come around,” you mumble with a grin, nudging your boyfriend. he scoffs at you, a smile still on his face as he watches you cat swim up to him once more, meowing to be picked up, he obliges immediately.

“yeah, yeah, guess my cutie knows me better than i do myself,” he hums happily. your heart flutters in your chest, stomach flipping as rafayel turns to you with an equally love struck look on his face.

a/n: this is based off this tiktok i saw and immediately thought of raf hehe,, sorry if this is buns i wrote this between study breaks and just wanted to post it lolz

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