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Trying on old outfits for Sir 🥰

I’d like for us to stop meeting like this. I don’t want to see you anymore. Why is that? It’s embarrassing. I’m embarrassed that you saw me have a meltdown, I’m embarrassed that you know that I’ve been to a psychiatric ward, I’m embarrassed that you know that I tried to harm myself, and I’m also embarrassed about sitting here, explaining everything to you. I also hate that seeing you will constantly remind me of all of this. So here’s the answer I didn’t get to give you back then. Please stop showing up in front of me.

DAILY DOSE OF SUNSHINE (2023) dir. Lee Jae Gyoo Episode 10 "The Hardest Part of a Journey"

guess?~

rafayel x fem!reader

warnings: service top!rafayel, role play, oral (fem receiving), face sitting, squirting, food play, your highness and princess used as petnames, you call him god once, rafayel gets blindfolded at a point in the story, grapes ofc lol heavily inspired by gem affection memory 🙂‍↕️ creampie to end it nicely <3

wc: 4.7k words

summary: during your journey with rafayel to binsha ancient city, you decide to stay the night at the most reputed hotel owned by an old couple, not knowing what to expect. <3

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“So… how do I look?” you hear your boyfriend’s voice come from behind you, startling you a little.

You turn around and feel your heart skip a beat at the beautiful sight before you.

Rafayel is wearing the outfit the hotel’s owner lended him. It is an outfit such as you’ve never seen before. Very warm colors, balanced with a peaceful turquoise. His torso is mainly uncovered, with the exception of the chest ornaments going from his neck to his ribcage.

“What a beautiful sweetheart!” the old lady giggles out, making Rafayel smirk proudly.

She then makes you turn around so that he can get a full look at your outfit as well, making him gasp in awe.

“Wow. Miss Bodyguard, you’re clearly looking like a princess now.” he comments, being this close to whistling. But he knows if he were to you’d swat his head.

The hotel’s owner lets out a loud throaty laugh because of your dynamic, walking up to his wife.

“And you wouldn’t be wrong, young lad. Your beloved right here looks like the tyrannical princess who fled the kingdom with her lover, seeking freedom outside of the palace.” you huff, not knowing if you’re supposed to take what the old man said as a compliment.

Having been located in Binsha Ancient City for a new job, you’ve had to get accustomed to the local folklore for the past week. Thankfully, Rafayel has traveled there before, making it easier for you to navigate your surroundings. You know those are merely legends and tales, of a kingdom from a long time ago, back when the murals were built around the territory.

But, seriously you? Tyrannical? Rafayel could tease you all he wanted, even he knows you aren’t.

“Now now, dear, don’t listen to him too much. You look like a princess, and your beautiful man right here should consider himself lucky.” The owner’s wife reassures you but you still peek at Rafayel, who harbors a playful look.

You would make sure to set the record straight with him, once you get to the bedroom.

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Rafayel picks up a grape, gently lending it to you.

“How about you feed me cutie? You know… it’s not your first time doing that…” he suggests, making you bite your lip to muffle a moan.

Sure, you’ve had to feed your boyfriend back in the beginning of your relationship, at the hospital, while he pretty much feigned illness.

Nevertheless, the setting is different today; Rafayel looks divine, the atmosphere and environment surrounding you are so otherworldly that you wonder whether you’re gonna wake up if someone pinches you.

You keep the grape in your palm, covering it with your fingers. Rafayel can’t help scooting closer to you, his playful eyes being a huge contrast to his blushy cheeks and ears.

When he pulls out his tongue, you push him back with your other hand.

“Oh? This intense?” As Rafayel hits the headboard of the bed, he smirks and looks you up and down smugly.

You want to protest, placing yourself on top of him, before leaning in to kiss him eagerly.

“Ah…” he moans out, letting your tongue enter his mouth to explore it.

Rafayel starts panting quickly when you keep pushing him further and further down until his head hits the mattress of the bed, leaving him entirely underneath you.

After exchanging a couple more sloppy kisses, you pull away to catch some air.

“Rafayel…” you sigh, starting to feel the neediness kick in.

Your boyfriend moans once more as he feels you softly humping his thigh.

What drives him even crazier is he can already feel the wetness on his skin, despite having those silky pants on, as you keep rubbing your covered cunt against his toned leg.

“Does your Highness need my services?” he eventually asks, making you stop right in your tracks.

A chuckle escapes the Lemurian’s lips, Rafayel clearly enjoys witnessing your embarrassment this time.

You weren’t prepared for the pet-name.

Now is when you two peer at each other, silently agreeing to start playing a game.

He’s always been so eager to please you, sometimes to the point you’re scared he’s neglecting his own needs.

During moments like these though, when he’s teasing you, you can tell Rafayel is having fun as well. Your heart starts bumping louder into your chest.

You feel like a princess, being tended to by the beautiful tribute of a man in front of you.

A shy nod from you and he’s all yours — at your service.

Rafayel props himself up a little with his elbows, before lightly tapping the mattress with his fingers.

“C’mere my love…” he wraps his arms around your waist to lay you on his lap, as he sits back up, letting his back rest against the headboard.

Before you can even think of responding with anything, your boyfriend grabs one of your arms.

He chuckles when he sees your pout.

“Don’t forget princess. Wantcha to feed me. Need something sweet.” he says in a mellow tone, bringing your attention to the grape, concealed by your fingers.

You huff because he is such a little tease. Rafayel smirks, feeling like he won.

However, your neediness takes over you again and you roll your hips against his thigh.

“A-ah… your… Highness…” he moans out, redness rising from his cheeks to his ears in arousal.

Rafayel squeezes his eyes shut for a bit, indulging in the way your, already wet, panties spread pussy juices all over his clothed thigh.

“I-I’m… a princess… your princess… Why won’t you obey me? I need you…” you whine out loud, desperate to reach your climax already.

But you need him for that, need his tongue, his fingers, his…

The Lemurian’s grip on your waist stills you right back, earning a whimper from you as he sighs.

“Yes… your Highness… you’re right…” he obliges, relieving you immediately.

He gets a firmer hold of your arm, bringing it closer to his face.

“Since your Highness wants to spice things up… I’ll do my best to satisfy your every need.” as he proclaims that, you gasp feeling his tongue trail over your forearm.

A long kitten lick, going from there, up to your palm, so close to the grape you’re still holding; you tremble, accidentally dropping the fruit.

It falls on Rafayel’s torso, rolling down, and further down, leaving a red liquid trail on his abs.

You feel your arousal become unbearable while you watch your boyfriend’s tummy rise and fall as he breathes, with the grape still there, so close to his pubic area, if it weren’t for his clothes.

Rafayel pulls away from your hand and looks at you with lust clearly written in his eyes.

“Can’t take it anymore?” he asks you so proudly, making you want to tease him back.

But how?

He looks down to his lower stomach, noticing the fruit resting there.

And the little shit he is feigns innocence.

“It’s so far away… I can’t get it…” he says, looking at you again, before adding; “Your Highness, could you?”

This is the last straw for you.

You need him.

“A-ah…!” your beloved gasps when he feels you violently pull away from his grab, propping yourself up on your knees.

Rafayel lets out a low whimper while you get ahold of his chin — he knows he’s pushed your buttons.

You bring your face closer to his, making him shiver as your hot breath hits his nose.

“Stay still.” you order in a low tone that turns your favorite Lemurian into a good little obedient servant.

All he can do is nod, looking at you with big puppy eyes.

Rafayel whimpers again – you almost don’t want to leave him here on his own.

Yet you merely smile at him, and he remains silent and docile, just as you’ve commanded him to.

Your hand looks for something on the night-table that you quickly find in the drawers – a sleeping mask.

Numerous thoughts and ideas start coming to your mind, you know you could do so many things to him solely using this mask.

“Why’re you smiling like this?” your gaze is redirected to where Rafayel sits with a doubtful look on his face.

You hum in response and smile, swinging the sleeping mask right in front of his face.

“Let’s play a game, baby.” It’s his turn to shiver at the pet-name, making you giggle as you add; “... but you’d have to wear this… that okay?”

Rafayel gulps, feeling a little reluctant since the idea of blocking his sight isn’t what he expected you’d suggest to him.

“Depends…” he drags the word out, remembering to stay in character; “Your Highness… which game would you like to play with me?”

His intense gaze goes up to meet yours, piercing holes into your soul. It’s impossible for you not to look at how pretty he is, just waiting for your answer, eyes shining with curiosity.

You sit back down on his thigh, ears ringing with happiness when you hear him moan again.

“Please princess… tell me…” Rafayel’s sole desire is to know, so he can make you feel good. “What is it, your Highness, I wanna know.” he pleads, lifting his leg to rub against your covered pussy.

The friction between the fabric of cloth and your in between sends jolts down your spine, making you whimper timidly. Rafayel immediately takes note of that, his desire to pleasure you taking over everything else. Unfortunately, regaining your composure becomes difficult as he keeps teasing you with his thigh.

His fingers reach for the sleeping mask and he looks at it with genuine confusion.

“Wonder what your Highness has in store for me hm.~” he purrs, loving the way you desperately try to keep yourself from riding his thigh aggressively.

Frustration coming into you, you snatch the sleeping mask from his hand and let your hands rest on his shoulders for balance.

“Rafayel… I want you…to…” your breathing is still irregular, and said man doesn’t seem to want to stop bucking his leg up to stimulate you.

He hums pleasantly, wondering what you’re about to say next. You grit your teeth, getting off the bed so you could finally speak normally again.

Rafayel pouts at the new distance put between you two meanwhile you’re finally sighing in relief.

“Rafayel, I want you to put this on.” You clear your throat, ignoring your growing arousal, holding out the sleeping mask to him; ”I’ll have you guess a few… flavors.” you smile, not being able to resist his sad puppy face, desperately wanting you back in bed with him.

As you straddle him again, Rafayel looks at you and asks you permission to put the sleeping mask over his eyes. He coos eagerly when you grant it to him, loving the way he cluelessly puts it on.

Once his sight is covered, he just stays there, innocently waiting for the game to begin.

“... Your Highness?” he asks in the void.

Rafayel hears something splash a little before a few droplets of something he can’t make out yet fall onto his naked torso. The liquid already feels sticky on him, thus he manages to guess it is juice.

He tries not to make it evident that he knows the answer before having even tasted what you’re about to give him so that you can still have fun.

Rafayel can’t help thinking you picked the wrong person for this kind of guessing game.

Don’t underestimate us, Lemurians, cutie.

Your lips curve into a smile when you lean in, getting closer to his face with the grape in your hand.

“Open your mouth.” Rafayel obeys right away; “tongue out.”

Giggles fill his ears and he couldn’t be happier that he’s playing this game with you and making you happy.

Tightening your grip on the fruit makes its skin tear and juice immediately comes out in strings of liquid that land on your boyfriend’s awaiting mouth.

You hear Rafayel’s humming sounds of pleasure and grin, wondering how he’s feeling and what’s going on in his mind now.

The Lemurian licks his lips wantonly, letting his mouth rest agape when he’s done.

“Hm… good boy. What flavor do you think this was?” Rafayel tries to pretend that calling him a good boy doesn’t affect him until his voice comes out in a gruff tone.

“Silly girl. At least make it interesting, it’s literally the grape you were supposed to feed me.”

You scoff at his answer, wanting to shut him up for being so cocky, whereas he’s supposed to be letting you take the lead considering his position right now.

“It’s your Highness. Remember your place, Rafayel.” you warn him, lowering your voice in pitch and smirking as you feel the man under you wither.

A thin drop of sweat runs down his cheek, and you can tell he’s trying so hard to keep obeying you and being good.

“Your Highness… forgive my attitude… will be a good boy…” he declares pathetically.

One of your hands reaches for his cheek to wipe the sweat away tenderly.

“Now that’s better hm?” you softly ask, sending heat directly to his groin.

Rafayel’s jaw tightens as he tries to hide his arousal, and much to his relief you seem to neither remark it nor take note of it. He starts panting, sticking his tongue out more.

“Ah, Rafayel wants to play some more?” he nods to your rhetorical question, because he could feel it within himself that it is what you wanted too.

You retract yourself a bit, standing on your knees that are cornering Rafayel’s sides.

Darkness is all the Lemurian can witness, but the soft fabric of your outfit rubbing against his obliques tells him you’re preparing to make him taste something… even sweeter than grapes.

Your fingers softly dip under your panties, tracing the outline of your slit. You try to refrain from making any noise so that Rafayel doesn’t guess what you’re about to do immediately. But it is hard to pretend as if your juices weren’t already lewdly coating your fingers.

Another look at Rafayel who appears to be obediently laying there, still with his tongue out. Part of you feels bad for making him wait so long, as you’d never expect him to be a patient one.

Yet here he is, his fingers gripping on the bed sheets, his chest moving up and down as he breathes in anticipation of your next move. Your gaze trails down to his legs and you finally notice the slight tent forming in his pants.

Oh.

You assume now to be the perfect time to give him a new flavor to guess through his taste-buds.

When you’ve gathered enough fluid on your fingers, you remove your hand from your panties, and spread your fingers, watching the strings of your juices link them together.

“Guess this, beloved.” you order, leaning down to let your pussy juices fall on his tongue.

“Shit…” Rafayel curses, instinctively managing to trap your legs in his hands.

You gasp at his sudden reaction, not expecting him to be so affected.

“More… need more, your Highness… this is you right? I need more of you to taste…" His pleas are seriously getting to you.

Your cunt throbs as you feel Rafayel’s cluelessly grab at the silky fabric of your skirt. Wearing such clothes isn’t a habit of yours, thus Rafayel is still having a hard time figuring out if he has his hands in the right places.

“Wanna take the sleeping mask off, baby?” you ask and he pauses for a bit.

He doesn’t care, so long as he gets to make you feel good and make you cum on his tongue at the very least once.

“Whichever way your Highness prefers…” he answers, making you whimper at the mental image that instantly comes into your mind of him eating you out while being blindfolded.

Would he be as good? Would he naturally know how to make you feel good?

A slight wheeze almost gets stuck in your throat as you try to picture the scene you’ve planned in your head.

“Then we’ll be keeping it on.” you admit, and Rafayel doesn’t fail to feel your skirt dropping down on his stomach, around your knees.

“Your Highness sure is a special one…” he murmurs, letting his nose guide him now when your arousal hits his nostrils, your scent directly getting inside his system.

Rafayel whimpers, sticking his tongue out to pant like a dog in heat. You can’t help but chuckle at how down bad and pathetic you have him now, underneath you.

Your legs let your skirt fall onto the floor, your panties following the same path soon enough.

“Please… your Highness…” his whines get louder, and you wonder if it isn’t because your Lemurian boyfriend can smell you.

Rafayel has always done such a great job at pretending to solely be human. A peculiar, ocean-obsessed human maybe, but still appearing to be very human. Therefore, you sometimes forget that he isn’t and his senses are heightened on the regular… So who's to say how he’s utilizing them now that he’s deprived of one of them?

What gives him away is when you lean down again and notice his nostrils flickering while he desperately tries to stay still, saliva pooling out of his hungry mouth.

You smile, feeling like you’ve made him wait more than enough time. You scoot forward, all until your knees are on each side of his ears.

“May I take a seat, Rafayel?” his red ears perk up in excitement and he nods eagerly.

His fingers tap at the sheets, trying to look for your legs.

You notice his struggle and decide to help him, reaching for his wrists, to get his hands wrapped around your waist.

“Your Highness… you feel so soft…” Rafayel squeezes the skin at his disposal before letting his hands roam around a little, to get an idea of your shape despite the dark covering his eyes.

Your pussy is so close to his face that he whines pathetically again.

“Put all your weight on me, your Highness.” he demands, rubbing circles on what seems to be your outer thighs.

A part of you feels worried about his request, mainly because he is blindfolded at the moment and therefore, probably not too conscious of what he’s asking for.

You’ve obviously sat on his face before, this being Rafayel’s absolute favorite way to pleasure you. However maybe you needed to hold yourself back a little and see how he’d react first.

Squatting down on Rafayel’s face, you hear him moan deliriously. His tongue immediately meets your slit, lapping at the juices that are already there, all because of him.

“R-Raf…!” you try to keep your balance so as not to suffocate him but your boyfriend is making it hard as his hands eventually guess where your hips are.

He squeezes the plush of your flesh before trying to force you down even lower on his face.

“Want all your weight on me princess…” the nickname makes you stagger a little, which Rafayel feels instantly.

He chuckles, taking advantage of your muscles giving out to pull you entirely down on his face.

“R-Rafayel… y-you… you’re still blindfolded…” you try to tell him what he deems obvious.

His moans get muffled by your pussy being pressed against his face. Rafayel continues to lap at your entrance, tracing the outline of your outer lips with his tongue. He knows exactly what he’s doing and where he’s going. He knows you and your body by heart.

Rafayel allows his hands to travel and guess where they’re touching some more, one of which lands on your lower back and gives you a light pat to signal he’s just fine.

A smile creeps upon your face as you roll your hips once, feeling your clit press on the tip of his nose.

“B-baby… doing so well…” your encouragement makes him whine, his breath blowing on your cunt.

The vibrations sent down there surprise you, making you cry out.

Rafayel relishes in how wet you are for him, not minding the droplets of your juices running down his chin one bit.

His tongue flattens and delicately caresses your inner lips, always panting directly into your cunt as he becomes breathless.

“O-oh… I’m so close…” you’ve been denying yourself an orgasm for far too long now, but still didn’t expect to reach it so soon.

Rafayel hums in approval, licking all spots he could and you can’t help but look down at him, witnessing the beautiful man under you, so eager to please you.

It’s the sight of him that draws you to the edge, his eyes hidden by the sleeping mask, red cheeks and ears from desire and love for you, while your cum spurts on the lower half of his face.

Like a second nature of his, Rafayel opens his mouth to welcome everything you’re squirting out, loving the way your fluids fill his mouth.

“R-Raf…” you uncontrollably ride out your orgasm on his face, feeling like he could kill you with the obscene sounds he was making.

The disappointed mewl that comes out of his lips when he feels your body elevate makes you pout. Nonetheless, your priority remains to make sure he’s having a good time too.

When you’ve come back to your senses, you let yourself hover over him to untie the sleeping mask off of his eyes.

“Woah…!” he exclaims, not expecting the dim light to hit him so suddenly.

His gaze directly goes to you, who’s on top of him. You notice his pupils moving down, as he witnesses the strings of your cum falling down your thighs. Rafayel licks his lips smugly before looking up at you.

“Is her Highness satisfied with my services?” His ability to keep playing along surprises you.

You nod, reaching for his cheek, sticky from your juices, petting him. He leans into your touch and purrs.

“Hm… but is my dear Rafayel satisfied too?” you ask, tilting your head slightly.

Rafayel looks so pretty with your cum dripping from his chin, pooling out of his lips. His eyes darken with lust as he looks you up and down. You know that glance, when all you can see is the pink of his eyes. Still, it surprises you like it did the first time.

In a loud thumping noise, Rafayel flips the two of you over, wanting to be free to do what he desires to do to you. His hands reach for yours, keeping your wrists immobile and at his mercy.

“I’ll be more satisfied…” he growls, the crimson red not leaving his face as you feel something warm and hard rub against your nude inner thigh.

“When I get to have you all for myself, your Highness.” he finishes, slightly tightening his hold on you.

Despite not having come too long ago, you feel your pussy throb in arousal again, and you spread your legs by instinct.

“But this princess is only waiting for you to make her yours…~” you coo at him, playfully, wanting nothing more than to spur him on further.

Rafayel smirks, releasing you from his hands so that he can rid himself of all fabrics keeping him from making love to you.

The sole thing remaining on him is the chest jewelry that he would find too difficult to remove in a hurry.

You take a look at the uncovered shaft prodding at your entrance. His tip is so red and engorged, reminding you of the grape you’ve fed him earlier.

Rafayel sees you smile fondly while looking at him, he bites his lips when you shake your butt a little to get him even more excited.

“Ah… you’re killing me, your Highness…” his dick brushes against your slit, his tip pressing your clit lovingly.

Rafayel leans down when you giggle to peck your lips and shut you up. He tilts his head a bit to whisper in your ear, breaking out of character; “Is my beloved bride ready?”

The sudden change of nickname weakens you, sending your heartbeat into overdrive as you nod like a lunatic.

“P-please… my God…” the last part is whispered but doesn’t fail to reach said deity’s ears. Rafayel chuckles, pushing his cock slowly into you.

The Lemurian sets a pace right away, going slow at first as to get you used to feeling him inside of you. Albeit considering how drenched your pussy is from your first orgasm, you deem it unnecessary to even have preparation anymore.

“So wet… is your Highness happy? Happy to feel my cock inside?” His soft voice makes you melt, wanting more. You meet his hips with yours, encouraging him to push his dick further in, deeper and deeper, until the tip tickles at your womb.

You nod and sigh in relief, you’ve missed feeling so full like this. Rafayel takes it as your green light to quicken it up, not shying away from hitting your gummy walls roughly.

The two of you feel the mutual arousal rise up as wet skin-slapping sounds fill the room. Your moans and his whimpers follow next, making you wonder if anyone else in the hotel can hear you go at it. Your pussy throbs all the more at the possibility of it being the case. Anyone would know you’re Rafayel’s lewd princess and he tends to your needs like no one else.

“Please faster…” you beg him to just go all out, completely let his control and composure go.

Rafayel groans, wanting to keep focusing on your pleasure first and foremost, but when you’re pleading him to do to you whatever he pleases… it feels impossible to behave.

“As you wish, your Highness…” those are the last words he pronounces before his pace gets abnormally fast, his cock hitting your womb harder than ever before.

Your boyfriend pins both of your hands down to keep you in place, at his complete mercy.

“Oh gosh…!” you cry out, feeling the funny tingles come up in your stomach once more, knowing you’re getting close again.

Your hands tremble under his grip, which Rafayel notices immediately.

“Okay your Highness… I’ll help you…” he pulls his hands away from yours, using one to hold your waist while beginning to rub your clit with the other one.

“T-thank… you… please…!” tears start falling out of your eyes as your vision goes starry white, and all you can really acknowledge is your pussy throbbing one last time before squirting all your pleasure juices out, all over Rafayel’s cock.

“P-princess, you—!” the Lemurian can’t go on any further while you naturally clench all around him, with your toes curling up on the mattress.

The impossibly tight warmth around Rafayel’s nether region drives him to the edge as well, and he cums, letting his dick spurt out all of his hot semen inside of your cunt.

Loud whines escape his mouth until he’s done, collapsing on top of you. You yelp at the sudden weight drop on your body.

However, when you see your boyfriend peacefully recover from his high, nuzzling your chest, you can’t bring yourself to tease him.

Your fingers start ruffling his purple locks, earning hums from him. It doesn’t take long for you to also feel your eyelids drop heavy as you get pulled into a deep sleep.

—

“How was your night, darlings?” the old couple’s woman’s question numbs you in embarrassment.

Are you really supposed to answer that? You turn to look at Rafayel, who chuckles at the dumbfounded expression on your face.

“Splendid, ma’am. Thank you again for lending us those outfits… it really brought us back to how Binsha Ancient city was when the murals were built.” The old lady claps her hands together in satisfaction, feeling rejoiced that you two had a good time.

She looks at you with a fond smile.

“Of course. After all, this lovely little one clearly has the aura of the princess our folks’ tales speak of.” You shyly smile back, elbowing your boyfriend, who’s clearly agreeing with her.

Rafayel seems to, once again, know so much more than you, and tonight you two are gonna witness the teal sky.

After thanking the couple again, Rafayel holds out his hand for you to grab it before you head out.

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