idealpisces

[idealpisces]

Careful Cleaning

pairing: rafayel x reader

warning: unsafe sex, piv, fingering, creampie, master kink, slight power play?

word count: 2.6k+

NSFW // MDNI // 18+

synopsis: you decide to pay your boyfriend rafayel a surprise visit after not seeing him for a while due to your hectic work schedule. you made a bold purchase buying a risqué maid outfit online. you’re frustrated to say the least and thought it would be fun to try something new.

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just knock, you think to yourself in frustration. you’ve been pacing a few feet away from his front door for what seemed like several minutes. finally, you work up the courage to knock lightly on his door. god…can i even really pull this off? you take a couple of deep breaths, and the door swings open.

“oh! hey cutie, i didn’t know you were planning to stop by,” rafayel greets you with a grin and subtle shocked expression. you look him up and down quickly. unsurprisingly, he’s in a formal fit despite just lounging around in his house. he’s wearing a navy blue button-down with his long sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black slim slacks held up by a belt you figured was probably more expensive than your apartment’s rent. your face starts to get hot, and you resist the urge to bite your lip while trying to recall the reason why you came here. you slowly take off your black trench coat to reveal yourself in a semi-sheer black maid mini dress littered with mini bows and white lace all over. your pair of ridiculously high platform black suede pumps is becoming more noticeable as it matches your getup. once you have your coat in your arms, you notice rafayel shift with his eyes widening fast and his mouth slightly agape.

you quickly try to look oblivious and speak softly, “hello, i’m here for a cleaning service scheduled for master rafayel.”

rafayel’s ears rapidly get red, and he’s awfully quiet, which makes you more nervous. his eyes bore into you.

you decide to speak up again, more unsure, “are you master rafayel?” suddenly he clears his throat while looking more serious.

“ah yes. i’ve been wondering when you’d arrive. all the cleaning supplies are in the closet down the hall. if you need me for anything, i’ll just be in the living room working,” he says with almost a touch of aloofness. he turns around to go and do just that.

what the fuck? how is he playing along so well and so quickly? before you let your insecurities fester, you decide to continue and get exactly what you intended to get. you place your coat on the stool beside the counter and make your way to the closet.

you spot a duster, clean washcloths, and a cleaning spray. you grab all the items to execute what you think would make for an excellent maid performance. making your way back into his line of vision again, you start to use the duster on the counter facing him and bend over the counter a bit as you work. you were almost sure his eyes were boring into you again. you sneakily try to look over noticing a concentrated look but it’s not on you. just his sketchbook.

you frown a bit to yourself but let it dissipate and decide to up the ante by spraying the bottle all over the counter. you start to clean the surface with the rags with one hand and steady yourself against the counter with the other. once a section seems dry enough, you climb on top of the counter, making sure you’re in a kneeling position. you push all of your hair to one side, widen your legs, and reach over to the section yet to be cleaned. you hear what sounds like a pen or pencil hitting the ground but decide against looking toward the noise and suppress a smirk. you continue displaying yourself as someone who’s really concerned with just cleaning and cleaning alone.

you let out a soft sigh as you finish with the counter and climb down to go to one of his window walls. it starts dawning on you how unrealistic it would be for you to be cleaning all of it, but go ahead and try to clean what you can reach. you dust the windows within your limit and spray cleaner all over the surface. you catch the reflection of rafayel still on the couch, but this time he’s laser-focused watching you. he’s not just watching you though. is he palming himself?

not wanting to seem distracted, you continue on as if what you just witnessed didn’t faze you. you reach on your tiptoes to clean at a higher angle, keeping a hand between the window and your body from being completely pressed up against it. you can feel your dress hike up your ass but don’t make the effort to reach down and fix it. you wipe your forehead with the back of your hand and decide to amp this up in hopes of him finally just fucking you instead of watching you.

making sure he’ll have the best view of your body, you get down on your knees to the ground and spray the surface once more. you start to clean and gradually get yourself into an arching position while trying to scrub more forcefully. suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching you and feel a little too anxious to look up at the person wearing the fancy dress shoes a couple of feet away from your head.

“shouldn’t you be using a mop instead?” rafayel asks, furrowing his brows with his hand on his hip, breaking the horribly hot silence at last. you nervously look up at him, and his wicked bulge straining against his pants doesn’t go unnoticed. you respond a little sheepishly, “that’s not as efficient as this.”

rafayel tilts his head, looking a bit more intensely down at you. moments pass, and he crouches down in front of you. you lean back a bit looking startled. “well…you look like you’re struggling a bit. you need a hand?” he asks slyly.

your mind goes blank failing to respond to him, and you attempt to go back to cleaning in the position you were in before. he moves behind you, and without a thought, you’re automatically arching your back once more. he hovers over you with one hand holding your waist while his other hand is over yours, still holding the rag beneath it. he starts to move both his and your hand, scrubbing the floor with more strength. you can’t help but sigh silently at how warm his hands feel on you. his whole presence lights a bigger fire in you.

“now…isn’t this much better?” he whispers in a breathy voice next to your ear. scared your mouth will betray you and moan abnormally, you nod your head. the gap between your bodies disappears all of a sudden, and his hard-on harshly presses into your ass. you inaudibly gasp and bite your lip with your eyes ready to roll back. you needed him now, and you needed him bad. you didn’t think you could keep up with the bit anymore and were ready to give it all up in milliseconds.

“you’re—mmm..you’re distracting me from working master r-rafayel,” you pathetically whine trying to keep up this charade.

“distracting? i thought i was merely assisting you,” rafayel taunts.

“you know…i’ve never had a maid quite as gorgeous as you come to clean for me,” he coos in your ear. removing his hand from yours, his hand glides up the front of your right thigh excruciatingly slowly and lifts your dress in the process. “and i certainly never had one clean so enticingly.” his hand now moving to the back of your thigh and beginning to lightly grope your ass. it takes everything in your power to not whimper as you bite your tongue.

“you wouldn’t mind accepting early payment for your services… right cutie?” he asks with superficial innocence.

you don’t respond and feel his finger grab your black lace thong, lightly brushing against your pussy and stretching it outwards. he lets go and lets your thong snap back onto your obscenely wet folds, make a crude sound.

“mhmmm!” a loud moan finally slips out of you, and he chuckles softly. this time he grabs your panties with two fingers, stretching them so harshly to the side you think you hear a rip. his thumb starts to slide in between your folds, and you wonder to yourself if you can endure any more of the teasing. you couldn’t believe how wet you were just from parading around in this outfit to get him riled up.

“fuck. should my maid really be this wet while cleaning for me?” rafayel starts to slip two of his fingers into you, already starting at a rapid pace. your eyes struggle to stay open, and you move back into his fingers. you hear rafayel let out a moan and grumble, “such a naughty and eager maid for payment.” the hand holding your waist grips onto you more roughly, trying to keep you still. his fingers thrusting in deeper and deeper with more speed making you moan shakily, “m-masterrr mmhm.”

you feel him stop abruptly and are ready to whine when you get cut off by him adding in another finger. your pussy tries to adjust while clenching around his fingers. he eventually starts to pick up the same speed, as before, finger fucking you to the point you swear you’re about to become a puddle. your mouth hangs open as his thumb is circling your clit. this makes you go back to rutting into his hand, clearly struggling to be patient. he stops again, removing himself from your cunt, and you get frustrated again.

rafayel lifts you up off the ground by the waist, and your face meets itself back in front of the middle of the counter. your ass meeting his need against it again while you’re bent over in front of him. you hear a small pop and can deduce it to rafayel, tasting you off his fingers. rafayel moans while speaking with more urgency, “nnnghh…sorry cutie. i don’t think i can hold off any longer. we need to quicken this payment process just a bit more? yeah?” you hear him unbuckling his belt from behind but quickly feel your hands taken and tied behind you. a new wave of excitement washes over you as you hear him unzipping and feel his member against your cunt. “master…mmasterrr pleeeasseeee,” you plead for him to fuck you already, and his hand wraps around your throat, lifting you up enough for him to be next to your ear again.

“you’re not leaving until i hear you screaming master for me. understand?” he asks demandingly. you gulp and nod quickly. he grips on your throat a bit more.

“i need verbal confirmation.”

“y-yes master,” you manage to whimper out.

his hand releases your throat and starts to push your back down. soon after, he grabs at his belt, holding your wrists together. he lines himself up against your entrance but not before teasing you by sliding his tip up and down your folds, then tapping it momentarily against your clit. you bite your lip in anticipation and finally feel his glorious length entering you. he moans, and you gasp simultaneously. in an instant, you feel his entire cock filling your core. he pulls out agonizingly slow and slams back into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. using the belt as an anchor to hold you towards him while his other hand is digging into your waist, he starts thrusting into you roughly.

“nnnghhh.. i need you,” he moans out while somehow pounding into you faster.

“fuuuuck. you’ve no idea nngh!…no idea how crazy you make me.”

you moan back in response. you’re starting to drool as he digs into you deeper and deeper. everything starts to become too overwhelming, and your body’s ready to give out.

“mmm raf slow down i’m gonna—nnghnn—”

you feel the pressure in your lower stomach explode while convulsing around his cock still pounding into you. you’re about to slide off the counter, down into the ground, but rafayel stops you and himself altogether. leaving your cunt, he turns you around and finally kisses you with such force it makes you stumble back into the counter.

he lifts you up with his arms wrapping around your restrained ones, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him. he’s nipping away at your neck and following them up with licks and kisses. your back hits the couch as he sets you down under him making you notice that his eyes are lightless. he caresses your face with his thumb before kissing you again. his teeth tug at your lips for you to open, wasting no time to slip his tongue in. you feel more of his desperation and need. you’re moaning into the kiss just as desperate and wanting him to fill you up with everything he has to offer. you begin to plead in between kisses.

“master—mm——i need——to touch you—mmm——please.”

rafayel inhales sharply as his lips leave you and works to quickly unbuckle the belt fastened around your wrists. he throws it on the ground and quickly wraps his arms around your waist. wasting no time, he plunges himself back into your pussy, making you cry out. this time he stays still and looks a bit wild. he tries to remove the sleeves off your shoulder and then stops. immediately changing his mind, his hands move to the neckline of your little maid dress, and he rips it down the middle until it stops at your waist. your breasts and stomach become exposed to him. wanting to mimic him, you grab at his shirt, ripping it open, letting the buttons fly to who knows where, and quickly remove it from his body. your hands grab his head down for another sloppy kiss.

forcing himself to break away, he burys his face into your neck, then begins to thrust again. this time with more force than speed. he releases one of his arms from underneath you and starts squeezing your breast lightly. it almost feels like he’s going deep enough to plow it into your soul, and you start to whimper uncontrollably. “r-raf…nngh…s’too much…mmm…s’too good.” raf is nuzzling into your neck as you whimper but he lifts himself up slightly, groaning. “i—nghhn—i need you to scream for me cutie. pretty please.” hearing him begging you like this made you clench around him tighter as he was pistoning in and out of you with the most incredible rhythm, which made you dizzy. your hands started to clutch into his hair as he bit onto your shoulder, fucking into you mercilessly. you feel his cock twitching and his cum spilling into you in bursts slowly. as he finishes, you feel yourself about to unravel at your own release. “MMMMASTER…nnnggh….master.. master,” you scream as you come undone underneath him as he’s panting and watching you.

once you finally manage to slow down your breathing, you notice him still staring at you and you giggle. “what?” you question being confused as to why he’s staring so longingly for. he starts peppering kisses all over your face and smiles before nuzzling your nose. “how did i become so lucky being with you?” you start to blush again. “raf…,”you say feeling shy over him being so loving despite pounding the daylights out of you just a few seconds ago. “mmm…,” he nuzzles this time against your chest. he looks up at you with softer eyes, regaining light. “please stay tonight. i miss you.” you reach down to return the peppered kisses onto his face. “i mean how could i not when you pay me so well?” you hear him exhale out his nose in amusement. rafayel smirks while responding, “well in that case i guess i have to have you as my maid and my bodyguard to keep you around at all times. you’d get double the pay.”