Inspired by that one time when Rafayel greeted me wearing his lingering lust banner outfit while reminding me that it was day 1 of my period π³π΅βπ« (reader is demi-ace)
Warning: 18+, reference to rippling blossoms, mention of sex, no smut but heavily suggestive, partial nudity (Rafayel and MC), reader is demisexual, in the ace spectrum.
You stir awake with a groan as the late morning sun shines into your eyes, but you're not ready to wake up and join the world of the living yet. You stretch your body with a whine, already turning your back to the window and going to sleep. However, a gentle voice and a familiar touch prevents you from entering the world of dreams - or in your case, REM sleep.
"Cutie⦠time to wake up~" Rafayel's voice was soft and melodic, and you could hear the smile from his voice alone. "Let's get you a nice hot bath and a lovely breakfast, how does that sound?" His hand moved from your shoulder to brush your hair from your face.
While the part of you that was waking up agreed shower and food sounded good, the part of you that wanted to sleep argues that the bed was too comfortable to move. "Mmm, Raffieβ¦ it's Saturday," you whine sleepily, rubbing your eyes. "Lemme sleep for a bit moreβ¦." You yawn widely, eyes still closed.
Rafayel's smile widened as he took in your adorable, sleepy side. You were too cute like this, he just wanted to cocoon you and tuck you securely in his arms. But as much as he wanted to let you sleep in⦠"Darling, is today the first day of your period?" He asks softly, still caressing your hair. "I see the mark on my calendar, it indicates you period may start today."
"Huh?" You're disoriented for a moment so the question takes you off guard. Period? Why would you- right. You counted the days of your menstrual cycle in your head, and indeed, your period was supposed to start today. "My period⦠yeah," you reply, sitting up while yawning. You take a moment to read your body as you're rubbing your face tiredly. Nope, still no cramps or bleeding in your underwear during the night. "I don't think it's today, 'ayel. I think it might be late this month..." Whatever you were about to say gets stuck in your throat as you opened your eyes, blessed with the sight of your handsome lover dressed in⦠in⦠body chains and a - your cheeks heated up as your eyes drifted south - a loincloth?!
"Rafayelβ¦" you would be embarrassed with how your voice cracked, had you not been too preoccupied with processing the sight in front of you. "Whatβ¦.what are you wearing??"
The artist merely smiled as he sat next to you, as if he hadn't been all dolled up like a male concubine ready for a night of pleasure with his empress. "Let's get you to the bath first, darling." His hand finds your thigh, gently rubbing circles onto it through your pajamas. "Then if you're still drowsy or tired, we'll spend the afternoon in bed."
You're still staring at his dress - more like the lack of it - when Rafayel carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the sink counter. "It's good your period hasn't started yet. I hate seeing you in pain, especially dealing with the cramps on a weekend. As it is, you rarely get days off to rest and recuperate."
You finally find your voice, snapping out of your shock. "What the hell are you wearing, Rafayel?!" You recognise the outfit; it was the one he wore to the hot springs where you'd extracted a specific shade of red pigment from a rare flower. You also remembered how the night ended. Now everytime you see that specific outfit, you're reminded of the night he painted on you with his rare pigment, before bringing you to the peak of your pleasure in the floating hot springs. Your body seemed to have remembered that night too, apparently, if the dull ache of pleasure blooming in your lower abdomen was any indication.
Rafayel, who had turned to ready the bathtub, turns to you with a sneaky smile. "Cutie, don't tell me you don't remember this outfit." So he knew what he was doing, this sly fishie.
You scowl as you feel blood rush to your face. "I do- that's not the point, I mean why wear it now?!" Instead of answering, Rafayel simply steps between your legs, pulling you closer as your thighs automatically trap him in place. You squirm as his lips brush your ear.
"I wanted you to forget your pain and cramps, cutie." He kisses the spot below your earlobe, which makes you shiver. "I wanted to distract you from your cramps while weβ¦ indulged in other activitiesβ¦" his kisses trail down your neck, slow and languid.
"But I'm not on my period yet." You're already breathless from your lover's gentle kisses. "Also why would you think about⦠that sort of things while I'm on my period?"
"Oh, my cute, confounded bride," Rafayel huffs, as if you'd just asked him why water was colourless. "You crave intimacy on your periods, and you sleep better after we've made love." He rubs your stomach gently, as if you were already experiencing cramps. "While your libido is a beautiful, fluctuant thing, I've always noticed it's more likely to be higher during your menstrual phase."
You gape at him, feeling your heart flutter. How did he notice all of these things? Even you struggled with knowing when and how frequently (or rarely) you get horny and needy, but Rafayel⦠he knew you better than you did.
Ever since you had come out to Rafayel that you're demi-ace, you had feared that Rafayel would be disappointed at how little you felt sexual desire. But you had no reason to be anxious, you had realised soon enough. He had never pushed you for sex, and even admitted one day, after an afternoon of leaning more about the complexity of human attraction and the asexuality sectrum, that lemurians were, to put it in simple terms, demisexual. You had been elated then, to know that Rafayel had been able to understand you intrinsically. It was liberating, to know that you didn't have to explain every time why you weren't in the mood.
"You're scary, you know that?" You whisper, voice trailing off into a silent moan as Rafayel's hands slipped underneth your tshirt. He knew exactly where and how to touch you, making your toes curl already. Gods, you really wer horny today and had no idea. "Knowing exactly when I crave youβ¦"
"Oh, cutieβ¦" Rafayel moaned as you trailed your hands down his back. "That's literally my jobβ¦ knowing all your wants and needs, and fulfilling it allβ¦" He pulled your tshirt lower, exposing the top of your breasts as he kissed the supple skin.
"Also, you're right, my pearl." He pulled back, enough to get you out of your shirt, looking at you with naked desire at the sight of you, bare and trembling with desire. He hadn't even touched you, had only worn the skimpy outfit (honestly, calling the body chains and the loincloth outfit was too generous if you ask him), and you were already begging for him. He were already able to smell your desire, and it was intoxicating. With a preadatory smirk that promised endless pleasure, he trailed kisses down your body, until his lips brushed the skin beneath your navel. "You shoud be terrified. I'm going to devour you."
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