Husband! Rafayel x f!reader
MDNI
Husband! Rafayel, who insists on getting a swimming pool when you move in together. The summers are too hot in Linkon city and he needs the immediate access to a body of water. This becomes his best friend throughout the summer as he sits in the water for hours upon hours, daily. it becomes your worst enemy, when he begins to spend the time that he would normally spend on you, in the damn pool.
So you come up with an idea.
Laying against the warm concrete, halfassedly reading some romance novel you borrowed from your coworker, you lie in wait for Rafayel to come outside.
And like clockwork, there he is. little frozen alcoholic fruity thing in hand, he steps out of the sliding glass door.
Only to stop when he looks at you.
His sunglasses tilt down the bridge of his nose when he tilts his head down to get a better glance.
You lay there, completely bare except for the tiniest piece of string that can technically be considered bikini bottoms hugging tight across your hips. your tits bare to the sun, your entire body glistening with tanning oil.
"Ya need something?" you say, cocking an eyebrow at him as you put down the book you really weren't reading anyways.
He gulps and your ego swells 'got em' you think as he stalks towards you.
He stops above you, his feet on either side of your knees as he says, "turn over. you dont want tan lines."
You do as he asks, rolling over onto your stomach. The warm concrete irritates your nipples as you attempt to resettle. Only to feel him put down his glass behind you and slowly sink to his knees.
He kneads your ass as if it's the softest material in the world. The thin bikini thong rides up between your cheeks when he spreads your thighs a little more to accommodate his sheer body size.
His hands travel, rubbing the wet spot on the thong. The rest of your pussy exposed as the thin strip of fabric just barely covers your slit.
He pushes his thumb into you over the material. You can feel the rough slide of the bikini bottoms entering you as well when he rubs circles against your entrance with the pad of his thumb.
"Is this for me?" he says. gripping your ass cheek hard and spreading you further. the bikini moves out of place and into where your thigh meets your pussy.
You shake your head no, before very abruptly changing your mind when his hand pulls away from your hole just to smack a large handprint onto your ass.
"You know, baby, you could have just asked for my attention instead of playing this little game" he says, rubbing the spot he just struck. seemingly mesmerized by the way your holes glisten in the sunlight when he exposes them with his thumbs. "Do you need taught a lesson in patience, honey? okay how's this. I'm going to fuck you. and I'm going to ruin every single orgasm you have."
He grabs your hair into a ponytail, and yanks back, causing the filthiest arch you can manage, mixed with a moan you didn't realize you were holding back.
"And then if you're good for me, I'll make your last one so good you'll cry. We have a deal, pretty girl?" he's not really asking. he just wants you to feel like you have a modicum of control over how he's about to ruin you.
The pool needs drained the next day because Rafayel claims that if you swim in that water itll get you pregnant. something about lemurians... idk.
