Love and Deepspace - Headcannons

🔞🐚 A lemurian nose is very sensitive 🐚🔞

Content: explicit, oral -reader receiving, backshots, non-appropriate use of furniture, slight breeding kink (?), and scent kink at Rafayels side, dominant rafayel, manhandling of reader

There it is again!

That scent!

The brush that Rafayel is using to paint today falls from his slightly trembling fingers as the strange odor hits his nostrils.

The Lemurian had noticed this particular aroma in the air before. It occurs regularly, and often you are around, like now.

You just entered the room, shuffling around behind him before getting comfortable on his large sofa that fills a great area of his living room.

Turning around, he takes in your appearance with all his senses. The way that the bathrobe clings to your still slightly damp skin, the towel that is wrapped around your washed hair, and your bare legs that peak out from between the high slit of the whit fluffy robe you love to wear after your showers.

And as you make yourself comfortable, you look up to him, and confusion makes your brows furrow.

"Everything alright, Rafayel?"

The painter gulps and nods, not trusting his voice right now. The scent that wafts from you makes him rattle at the bars of his composure.

What is this scent? Did you secretly use that perfume again?

No.

This is different. But no less tempting.

So he gets up from his stool in front of the easel and strolls over to you with lazy, measured steps.

Your gaze never leaves him once, still wearing that worried expression.

"Your face is red. Are you heating up? Are you getting sick?" you express your thoughts, and he smiles in that dangerous way that makes your heart beat in excitement.

You know this sinful smile, that is accompanied by that predatory gaze.

Rafayel is on a mission, one that will leave you breathless, completely out of your mind, and sore between your legs.

But the question is, why? The whole morning was completely normal. So what riled him up that he looks at you like you are his breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the same time?

"Did you change some of your scented shower products, Cutie?" he asked with that hoarse voice, the one that holds the fire of passion.

Suddenly, your skin feels too tight, and you feel the heat rising in your body.

"N-no..." you answer, stammering out of nervous anticipation as he slowly crawls up your body. You're gently forced to lie down as he nuzzles his nose into the valley of your breast that isn't hiding underneath the robe that sways to the side at your movement.

"No... This isn't an artificial fragrance..." he mumbles as he starts kissing his way down, loosening the fluffy belt of the eobe with his elegant, nimble fingers. And you forget how to breathe for a second.

Then your heart starts beating erratically behind your ribs, and a spark ignites deep in your core that makes you want him down there.

Rafayel sniffs thoroughly, his nose deep on your skin, it glides further down, right where your want for him pulses and aches.

And then he reaches your already dripping core, a heavy shudder courses through his upper body, and a little whimper from him makes you clench.

"It's stronger here..." he mumbles, more to himself than anything else, and with a sudden grip of his elegant hands on your thighs, you're hips are jolted up. Your legs come to wrap around his head, and you're met with a heated gaze. Rafayels pupils are blown wide and heavily panting, he takes you in. Every inch of your form is caressed by his molten gaze before it locks with your eyes.

"It's you.... You smell this delicious. It has been driving me crazy for months now..."

And his words hit you like a truck.

Oh god, he can smell THAT?

"Rafayel..." you whisper, breathless and astonished. "I'm ovulating right now..." Your period tracking app told you right after you hopped out of his shower.

A deep rumble makes you clench in your core once more, "Mmmmmh... Let me take care of this, yeah?" The fire in his ocean eyes nearly makes you combust on the spot. Licking your lips, you can only nod.

"Say it... "Rafayel demands, his hot breath fans over the damp skin of your belly, rising goosebumps on its way.

"Y-yes. Go ahead, my love," you answer obediently, not leaving his molten gaze, your voice shaky but determined.

Not a second later, his mouth is on you, and with moaning out loud in his creative space, your head whips back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

And you are devoured, worshipped, and loved in the most toe-curling, ecstatic, and exhausting way you couldn't even imagine on the imaginary altar of the Sea God. A divine feast for your lemurian lover as his tongue delves into your core and his teeth nibble the little nub that lets you see the stars behind your closed eyes.

You can only chant and cry out Rafayel's name as you climax, with his fingers buried deep inside your pulsing core and your legs trembling on his shoulders from overstimulation.

After he licks you through the aftermath, he picks up your jelly-like limbs only to position you on your knees, hands, and head on the backrest, and after the bathrobe is shoved aside, your butt is exposed to his pleasure. It won't be spared as you hear him pulling down his zipper and wasting no more time to enter you from behind, his powerful thrust knocking the little air that was left out of your lungs.

"Your scent drives me crazy, I need more... Much, much more..." he pants into your ear, rolling your hips into your back like a madman. The heat of his skin sets yours aflame, and helplessly, you grip the plush sofa's back to soften the pushes, chasing more of that delicious friction that turns your insides into a tight, aching knot.

And your brain goes to mush again, lost in the immense pleasure his impaling movements are giving you as you greet him with your own greedy squirming of your back as his hands intertwine with yours, caging you within his chiseled upper body and strong legs.

"Ra- haha... Yeel~" You cry and moan as your knees leave the sofa bolster from his desperate thrusts as passion takes you to another orgasm that crushes through like a tidal wave.

He whimpers and pants heavily as he is also taken to the heavenly door.

"Fu..." he sighs silently, the heat of his breath leaves your sensitive skin tingling. "You milk me dry, cutie," he pants out as his cock twitches inside you, filling you up, and his thrusting becomes shallow and exhausted.

Pulling out of you and slumping to the side, he draws you with him, and you land safely in his secure, warm embrace, your legs hanging lazily over his knees. Rafayel muzzles his face into the crook of your neck as the Lemurian cradles you even closer. "Next time, give me a warning," he chuckles, kissing the lobe of your ear with featherlight touches of his plush lips.

You shudder at his gentle ministration and, with a weak voice, you hum in affirmation, "Maybe you should start tracking my cycle," winking at him as you move a little to get a better look at him.

"I agree," he smiles and kisses you, lips moving lazily and with adoration and tenderness. "That way, I know when to keep you all to myself."

You gasp, stunned and slapping him on his shoulder, which is still covered in his now crinkled dress shirt. "Rafayel!"

But he only laughs and kisses you again, leaving no more room for protest on your side.