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꧁ ༺ Your Fragrance: Aftermath ༻ ꧂

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༻Summary: Falling For You [Memoria]: Your Fragrance in which you try on a perfume with unintended side effects. You take responsibility for your actions. ༻ Pairing: Rafayel x GenderNeutral!Reader ༻ Word Count: 2.9k ༻ Warnings: Minors do not interact {nsfw; merman aphrodisiac; oral sex; overstimulation; anal fingering; blowjob}

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“I’m not drunk. I just don’t like the scent.” Rafayel insists, and you are honestly tempted to believe him. You check your watch anxiously, Rafayel's important art exhibition starts soon. If you don’t head out now, you'll be late.

You reach out and caress Rafayel's cheek to check his temperature; his skin feels warm- too warm. You are about to move your hand to his forehead to get a better feel for his temperature when he suddenly grabs your wrist and leans into your touch. He grabs hold of your wrist possessively and nuzzles into it breathing heavily, cheeks flushed crimson. You inhale sharply when he gives in to the urge to nip and suckle at the delicate flesh there.

Rafayel is so turned that a tantalizing little whimper escapes his lips. Pulling away from your wrist finally, the sea god gazes up at you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. "I can't help myself. Your scent… it’s driving me fucking crazy," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

He leans in again and starts kissing up your arm, his lips soft and warm against your skin. You feel the passion radiating off of him as he tugs at your clothes, trying to undress you. His touch sends shivers down your spine as he kisses and nips at your neck, leaving love bites along the way. “It’s not fair… you know how utterly irresistible you are to me, don’t you? Add pheromones to the mix and…” He trails off with a soft groan right in your ear. You can feel his hardening arousal pressing against you as he grinds into your waist, his movements becoming more urgent. "Please…take responsibility for your actions.”

Your heart is beating so fast, you can barely process what he’s said. You squirm out of his grip and straighten out your clothes. “Rafayel, please…you are going to be late again…,” your plea is unconvincing. Truth be told, your own arousal is aching between your thighs. At this rate, your underwear will be ruined. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go…freshen up.” You rush to the bathroom farthest from Rafayel’s bedroom and begin frantically washing your wrists in the sink trying to wash off the strange perfume. Just as you start patting the pheromone off of your neck with a wet washcloth, the sound of the running water gradually gets drowned out by Rafayel’s approaching footsteps.

From behind, a hand presses against the mirror. You swallow audibly as you watch his reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Gotcha.” he murmurs, his breath hot on your neck as his hands roam to your hips. You can feel his erection pressing against you again as he grinds into your shapely ass. "I know you felt it too," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

You gasp out loud when you feel his fingertips trail up your thigh and strokes your arousal through the fabric of your underwear. His breath hitches as he feels the wetness that has seeped through the thin material. "Fuck…you’re already so hot for me. Let me make you feel even better."

He turns you around and crushes his lips against yours, his tongue hungrily seeking entrance to your mouth. Despite your half-hearted protests, you can't help but give in to the passion between you and Rafayel. His hands glide over your body with ease as he pulls you closer and deepens the kiss, his skilled tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

You moan softly in pleasure as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear, expertly teasing you and making you gasp for air. "Oh, Rafayel," you whisper between kisses, your voice breathy with desire. "I can't resist you."

He chuckles sensually against your lips as he effortlessly lifts you up onto the sink’s marble countertop. "That's what I like to hear,” he groans, his eyes smoldering with lust as he slides your underwear down your thighs and legs. "Just let me take care of you."

You feel him kiss and lick his way down your body, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. He spreads your thighs wide and dives in, his tongue flicking over your intimate flesh and making you moan out loud. Rafayel eagerly plunges his tongue inside of you, lapping up your juices as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. You desperately grip the edges of the countertop, panting and moaning, unable to hold back any longer. “Ohhhhh R-Rafayel!,” you throw your head back and moan loudly. “Don't stop!”

Rafayel grins devilishly against you, his tongue working magic as he circles around your needy hole. He can feel the tension building up inside you as your walls begin to contract around his tongue. "Mmm, you taste so fucking good," he groans, his tone seductive and teasing. "You're so close, my little siren. Cum for me." And with those words, he continues his tantalizing ministrations, pushing you over the edge. You moan and whimper, your body spasming uncontrollably, as he carries on licking and sucking, determined to bring you to an even higher peak of pleasure. You start breathing shallowly and trying to push him away, your fingers entangled in his silky hair. “Rafayel! T-that’s enough…mphhh! I’ll make a mess!”

Rafayel pulls back slightly, his lips glistening with your juices as he looks up at you with a sly grin. "Is that a promise?" he chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Despite your protests, you can feel the heat building within you once again as he continues to tease you. His tongue darts in and out of your entrance with practiced ease, expertly stimulating every inch of your sensitive flesh. You can feel your orgasm approaching once again, and this time there's nothing you can do to stop it. With his teasing words, you scream in orgasmic bliss as you cum harder than you ever thought possible. You gush out of your spasming arousal, splashing onto his lips, shirt, and the bathroom tiles. Rafayel eagerly laps up your sweet nectar with a moan of pleasure, his body throbbing with desire as he watches you writhe in ecstasy. Once you've finished cumming, he pulls away from you and stands up, his eyes still burning with lust.

"Well, that was certainly messy," he chimes with a chuckle, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "But it was worth it to see you lose control like that." With a sly grin, he leans in to kiss you once again, cupping your face in his hands as he slides his tongue deep into your mouth. "You taste divine," he murmurs against your lips. "I could do this all night."

And just like that- art exhibit be damned, you grip Rafayel by the shirt collar and tug sharply enough to drag him close with a surprised little gasp. You look into his eyes with smoldering intensity as you say your first command, “Take me to your bedroom. I will not fuck you in a bathroom.”

Rafayel's eyes widen for a moment as a thrill runs down his spine in response to your authoritative tone. He quickly recovers and grins at you wolfishly. "Of course, my sweet siren. Let's go to my bedroom and continue this game," with a melodic laugh, he scoops you up into his arms with ease and carries you back to his bedroom.

His bedroom is large and lavish, with a plush king-size bed dominating the central space. There are candles flickering everywhere, casting the room in a sensual low light. Rafayel wastes no time in lowering you onto the bed and tearing off your remaining articles of clothing, leaving your body fully exposed to the whims of the sea god.

Rafayel leans over you and captures your lips once again, his hands roaming over your body as he shamelessly ruts his hips against yours. You can feel his hard cock straining against his pants, begging to be released. He pulls back from the kiss and looks down at you; sunset ocean eyes glazed over with lust. "Please, my love," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, "...touch me." He shifts his weight to give you better access and awaits your next move.

Pinned beneath him, you shamelessly appraise his body; eyes tracing every contour and curve. The first button of his shirt is undone, teasingly revealing a glimpse of his nipple, and you can see his erection pressing against the fabric of his trousers, a growing wet spot betraying his arousal. Your hungry gaze travels up his form, lingering on his beautiful face. When met with those captivating heterochromatic eyes, you find yourself enchanted by the way his long lashes fan across his flushed cheeks. You gaze flickers to his pouty soft lips at the sight of his tongue swiping over his plump lower lip.

“Strip for me.” you command in a clear and steady tone, your voice laced with authority and anticipation. You reach down and trace a teasing fingertip over the wet spot of his trousers, a string of precum sticks to your finger as you withdraw your touch. You bring your slick finger to your lips and lick it, tasting his essence “I’m going to touch every part of you.” You watch him intently, eager to see him obey your command, knowing that with each article of clothing he sheds, he surrenders a little more to your desires.

Rafayel hisses as an electric jolt shoots through his body, and he bites his lip to suppress a moan. The sight of you tasting his essence with such unabashed desire nearly sends him over the edge. “Your wish is my command.” He straightens out, eyes never leaving yours as he begins to strip at the foot of the bed. He unbuttons his white dress shirt with practiced ease, provoking heart palpitations in your chest as more and more of his toned body comes into view. Casting his shirt to the floor, Rafayel reaches down to unfasten his belt. His fingers fumble slightly in his haste as he unbuttons his trousers. Finally, he pushes them down, his erection springs free, its pink tip glistening with need. He lies down next to you and awaits your next command, completely exposed before you, vulnerable and surrendered to your insatiable appetite.

You sit up and crawl to the foot of the bed, kneeling between Rafayel’s parted thighs. His cock stands at attention, throbbing with anticipation as he watches you move closer to him. Without hesitation, your lips descend upon his cock, your skilled tongue swirling around him. His cock is a work of art, perfectly shaped and incredibly responsive to your every touch. The sea god lets out a low, throaty moan and his cock instantly jerks against your tongue, coating it with the heady taste of his pre-cum.

Your warmth is intoxicating, and the feeling of your tongue sliding against his hard length sends waves of intense sensation washing over his body. He thrust up into your mouth, unable to resist the urge to push himself deeper into your willing throat. His hips move in rhythm with your expert sucking, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. With one hand, he runs my fingers through your hair, tugging gently as you continue to pleasure him. The other clutches at the sheets, gripping them tightly in anticipation of what's to come.

Rafayel lets out a strangled gasp as you suddenly withdraw from his cock, leaving him throbbing and needy. His protest is cut short by the sensual sight of you sucking your own fingers, a string of pre-cum clinging to your glistening lips. Your hypnotic gaze locks with his, igniting a flame between you both that makes Rafayel’s heart race and his cock twitch in anticipation. It's clear that you have complete control over him now, and he’s more than happy to be at your mercy.

Without a word, you reach between his parted thighs and begin teasing his pink little hole with your slick fingers. Rafayel lets out a whimper of pleasure as you touch him there, your fingers gently probing at his tight entrance. The combination of the aphrodisiac and your skilled touches has the sea god’s desire reaching new heights. His hips buck upward instinctively, begging for more of your touch. He wants you inside of him, claiming him as yours. And yet, part of him doesn't want this to end - he loves the feeling of being so completely wanted and desired by another person.

“Would you like to feel my fingers inside you?”, you coo with a smile equal parts teasing and loving. He nods eagerly, sunset ocean eyes locking onto yours as he silently pleads for you to take him. His body is on fire, desperate for your touch. With a shaky breath, he parts his legs wider, inviting you to explore him fully. His cock twitches in anticipation, a bead of pre-cum drooling out of his glistening slit. Eager to feel the sensation of your fingers inside him at once, the God of the Tides whispers, his voice hoarse with need. “Please…stop teasing me. Just do it already.”

You press one slick finger into his quivering hole and begin moving it slowly in and out. At first, your fingers feel strange inside him, an unfamiliar sensation that sends a jolt of excitement through his body. But as you insert a second slick finger and start to move them in and out, Rafayel can feel a pleasant sensation building within him.

Then, you curl your fingers right against his prostate. As you graze that delicious bundle of nerves with every thrust, everything changes. A wave of pure, intense pleasure washes over Rafayel, making him scream out in sheer ecstacy. His entire body tenses up, every muscle clenching as he rides the crest of this incredible sensation. "Hnngh! Don't stop!," he pleads, his voice raw with need. "Please, just... don't stoooop!”

Rafayel lets out a shuddering breath as you begin sucking his cock again, this time in perfect rhythm with your fingers inside him. His moans grow louder and more desperate, becoming a constant background hum to your passionate lovemaking. His hips thrust wildly against your hand, begging for more as the feelings become too much to bear. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming every ounce of his being. "Yes... oh fuck yes!," he pants, unable to form complete sentences as he surrenders completely to the experience. You have him completely under your spell, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

As you continue your relentless assault on his senses, Rafayel feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your free hand grips his thigh as you begin sucking his cock harder, your fingers assaulting his prostate with dangerous accuracy. With a primal cry that echoes through his art studio, Rafayel orgasms, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into your waiting mouth. His entire body convulses with each pulse, the intensity of the orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave.

You do your best to swallow the hot rush of cum that fills your mouth. You feel your eyes begin to water and you cough, but it does not deter you from milking every last drop of Rafayel's cock. After what feels like an eternity, he finally comes down from the high, gasping for air and trying to catch his breath. You look up at him, eyes glazed over in satisfaction as his spent cock slides out of your mouth and slaps onto his stomach. Rafayel sighs with relief as you withdraw your fingers from his wet spasming hole.

He glances down at himself, still panting heavily as he tries to process the events that just transpired. His body is sated, his mind clouded by the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac. But as he looks down at you, the image of your darling face flushed and framed by your tousled hair, looking up at him lovingly with heavy lidded eyes is now forever burned into his memory.

"Mmm... that was incredible," he whispers, his voice husky from exertion. He reaches out to you and effortlessly pulls you down on top of him, tossing the sheets over your spent bodies. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear as he whispers, "I think you might be the best thing that's ever happened to me." His words are laced with sincerity, but there's also a hint of self-preservation. He’s trying to keep you close, to keep you from noticing the real feelings that threaten to surface when he’s around you.

You melt into his embrace and listen to his heartbeat as you nuzzle into his muscular chest. “Mm, good luck getting rid of me. You belong to me now.”

Rafayel laughs, his eyes fluttering closed as he basks in the warmth and comfort of being held by you. His chin rests on top of your head, and he wraps his strong arms around your waist, holding on tight. "Oh, I don't know about that," he says, voice muffled by your hair. "I think you might be the one who's going to have a hard time getting rid of me." He can feel his heart rate slowing down, his senses slowly returning to normal as the aphrodisiac wears off. As he holds you, Rafayel can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment.

The two of you lay entwined in each other's arms, the aftermath of your passionate encounter enveloping you like a warm blanket. As the world outside fades into insignificance, you find solace in each other's embrace. In the quiet moments that follow, you drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's love and the promise of a tomorrow filled with endless possibilities.

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