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Advanced Seductive Speechcraft. You found yourself struggling compared to the introductory class. For that reason, you ended up with an extra assignment with the one other person struggling as much as you were. Were you really as uncharismatic as Raphael? The angel who took any dropped hat as a chance to throw hands and spears, both verbally and physically? The angel with the face of a sad orphan kitten who’s only home is a wet cardboard box? The angel who had a shredded body on display that would make a Spartan warrior cry and-
You shook your head and kept writing the paper. Your professor wanted a detailed essay on the other person, detailing what methods would likely succeed on them based on what you knew and could glean about them. After the first part was written, you had to make your attempt and write about the results. Raphael finished about fifteen minutes ago. Were you really that easy to read? He never seemed to pick up on non-verbal cues before. On the other hand, you had nothing on Raphael except that he liked Solomon’s cooking and was sometimes a bitch. You sighed and shat out a few more sentences before putting your pen down.
“Alright, let’s move on,” you said as you stood. “Uh, you go first. You seemed to have your plan of action all… ready to go.”
“Be honest with yourself,” Raphael said, barely looking up at you, “it doesn’t take much to seduce you.”
You glanced away and began to fiddle with your hands. “... you could at least pretend…”
“What good would that do?” The angel struck your jugular with utmost deadpan expression.
You sighed and buried your head in your hand. After a moment, an idea popped into your head. “You know, I bet you actually don’t have anything, you’re just pretending!”
Raphael just stared at you, the slightest of scowls on his face. “Stop goading, it’s not going to work.”
“What’s the matter?” you teased in a sing-song voice. “Think you can’t do it? Are you scared?”
The air between both of you stilled. You waited for whatever curt response the angel would throw your way. He only stared at you. As you opened your mouth to tease him further, something yanked you back with considerable force. You crashed against the wall. When you tried to pull away, that same something kept you pinned, one point near your waist and one near your wrist. You looked down and gasped. A golden spear pierced the excess fabric of your sweater. Looking at your wrist, an identical spear held your arm in place.
“H-holy shit…” You breathed out. Your heart pounded from a rush of fear and adrenaline, but your cheeks burned for another reason. At the sound of footsteps, you snapped your head forward and saw Raphael approaching. You instinctively pressed your knees together as if that would smother the heat between your thighs. Of course you could have tried to break free, try to use the sharp blade of the spears to cut the fabric enough for you to escape. But you didn’t want to. You pressed your free hand flat against the wall as Raphael stood just a hair’s breadth away. Without a word, he pulled the spear that held your arm from the wall only to reposition your hand up above your head and stab through the sleeve of your sweater again. He repeated the process with the spear at your side and pinned your other hand above your head.
“Well?” His soft, breathy voice washed over you. His blue eyes could have held you in place by their intensity alone.
“I…” Words refused to form in your throat. You tilted your chin up, hoping you looked kissable. Or fuckable. Ideally both. Raphael’s touch brought you from your haze, his hands cupping your face.
Your lips met in a fervent desperation. As much as you wanted to wrap your arms around his sturdy form, you delighted in how violently restrained you were. Raphael pushed you flat into the wall, imprisoning you completely with his body so his hands could slide under your sweater. You moaned into his kiss as he squeezed your breasts over your bra. Ugh why were you wearing a bra that day? With a neediness that would have been humiliating, you pushed your chest forward. To your dismay, Raphael pulled away. Before you could whine, he grabbed one of your legs behind the knee and lifted it up. Your skirt slipped up over your hips, exposing your already soaked underwear.
Raphael broke your sloppy kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. Did he know what he was doing? Did he know that you would whine like a whore with just the slightest brush along the fabric over your wet slit? He could have asked anything of you at that moment, and you would have obeyed. Instead of making demands, he pulled the fabric aside enough to expose your cunt. With nothing separating you, his fingertips ghosted around your clit and brought a sharp gasp from your lips. Raphael kept playing with you, winding you up, working you to the edge.
“R-Raph…” Your voice quivered. The sound of your voice spurred him into a further frenzy.
He pressed his lips to your ear. “Say it properly.”
“Nnng!” You moaned, feeling so close. You just needed a little push. “Raphael!”
You melted into a shaking mess as you came on his hand. If he hadn’t been holding you up, you would have collapsed to the floor. Even as your body rested again, your heavy breathing filled the room. Raphael’s hand left your dripping cunt. What now? You fluttered your eyes open when you heard more rustling fabric. He looked down, though you couldn’t see what. As if he sensed your gaze on him, his eyes snapped up to meet yours. You felt the head of his cock press against your hole, but he stopped there. You only looked at each other.
“Please…” you breathed.
Raphael didn’t give any hint of a response. Not a smile, not a nod, not even a blink. The moment you felt him slide just slightly inside, you gasped. Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed your other leg and hoisted you up off the ground and around his waist. The angel filled you completely and you moaned again. You wrapped your legs around him, and Raphael began fucking you properly.
If he made any sounds, you couldn’t hear him over your own wanton cries. You smothered each other with wet and fervent kisses; it was all you could do to return those kisses as every thought left your mind. When you rolled your head back against the wall, Raphael’s lips found your neck and left little marks on your skin. His strong arms held you effortlessly in place so his hips thrust against you with nothing stopping them. He fucked you through another orgasm without missing a beat.
“Haaaah… Raphael…”
You dissolved into a blubbering mess, each breath taking a licentious whine with it. In contrast, you only knew Raphael came because his movements slowed to a stop and something hot leaked out of you. Slowly, he lowered your legs to the floor, making sure you were steady before letting go. The two spears holding your arms in place vanished and you let your hands fall onto his shoulders. You quickly stumbled back to your chair before your jello legs gave out. With each deep breath, charity returned. Your eyes glanced down to your paper and scrawled notes, and then you remembered why you were here. After a moment, you couldn’t keep your giggles in.
“Why are you laughing?” Raphael’s voice came from behind you before he circled back to his own chair.
“You…” You shook your head, still grinning. “You’re bad at this.”
“Excuse me?”
“No, no!” You shook your head further, though now you struggled not to laugh as the sad wet cardboard kitten turned into a mad wet cardboard kitten. “Not that, I mean…” You poked the sheet of paper a few times. “You… you had me in the palm of your hand…” You paused. “... Literally, too. But, you didn’t even try to get a fake agreement out of me before giving me what I wanted.” You snorted out a laugh. “And you gave me what I wanted with just the mildest teasing.”
Raphael stared at you, no trace of offense remaining at your ill-timed comment.
“Well, um, I think that was all we needed for the practical part of this… assignment.” A grin still on your face, you slid your paper back into the folder and slipped your pen into your bag. You stood, stumbling for just a moment before steadying out. “So, I’ll see you in class?” Grabbing your bag, you stood and made your way to the door. Before you could reach for the handle, the sound of metal swishing through the air made you jump back. Another pair of spears struck the floor and blocked off the door in an ‘x’ formation. You lost yourself to the giggles again as another rush of adrenaline filled you. Once you felt a hand grabbing the back of your sweater, you let your things drop to the floor as Raphael pulled you back into his grasp.