( ! ) New Year - 05

smut chapter ahead (it can be skipped)

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December 31st.

The year was winding down. And so is my patience.

It had been a week since Christmas, and Rafayel and I had spent almost every day together-painting, sharing jokes, stealing glances, and even teaming up to bully Thomas mercilessly, who, bless his heart, couldn't seem to catch a break.

Our bond had deepened, we're now something like what they say: more than friends, less than lovers.

It felt like we were both treading on thin ice, unwilling to admit we had something real. I couldn't bring myself to call it anything more than friendship, and neither could he. Neither of us is making the move.

But I could see it in the way he smiled at me after every shared laugh, in the way his hands brushed against mine, and in the way his eyes softened when he looked at me. And honestly? I wanted to do something about it. I'll end this... whatever this is.

But timing was everything, and I had a plan.

─── ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ───

Tonight, we were at the lakeside park. The final night of the year. The sky above was dark, filled with the faint glow of distant stars. The park was a little quieter than usual, but the buzz of people getting ready for the New Year's countdown filled the air. I could already smell the distant scent of fireworks and hear the laughter of people gathering around.

Rafayel, as usual, was standing close enough for me to feel his warmth. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his breath visible in the cold winter air.

He was leaning against the railing, staring at the distant horizon, but his eyes flicked to me every now and then-just enough to let me know he was aware of every movement I made.

The countdown was just moments away.

I turned to him, the edge of a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "Pick a number."

He raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Pick one!" I repeated, giving him a small push. "31 or 1?"

Rafayel chuckled, a sound so soft it barely registered over the wind, but it made my heart flutter all the same. He glanced at me, his usual sass slowly slipping into something softer.

"1." He said, his eyes never leaving mine.

"1." I repeated, my heartbeat quickening. "Good choice."

The countdown began, the sound of people's excitement growing louder, mixing with the anticipation in the air. "Ten... Nine... Eight..."

I shifted closer to him, my body heat brushing against his. I felt the moment building-the same energy that seemed to radiate between us whenever we were this close.

"Three... Two... One..."

The crowd went loud, fireworks shooting up in the air, lighting up the dark sky in a burst of color. The sound of explosions echoed, and I could feel the vibration of the fireworks through my chest. It was chaotic, and beautiful, and everything about it felt right.

But what felt more right?

Wrapping my arms around Rafayel.

I didn't even think twice. Without hesitation, I stepped into his space, pulling him into a tight embrace.

His arms instinctively went around me, holding me close. The warmth of his body felt like the best comfort, like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be. For a moment, we just stood there, listening to the fireworks and feeling the buzz of the New Year's energy around us.

And then, without thinking, I tilted my head up, and kissed him.

It wasn't like the soft kisses we'd shared before. This time, it was deeper, more urgent-a kiss that held everything I had been feeling for the past week, everything I had been avoiding.

I could feel his breath against my lips, his hands tightening around me as he kissed me back. Time seemed to slow down, the fireworks above us a blur, the world falling away until it was just the two of us.

When we pulled away, we were both breathless.

I couldn't help but smile, the words slipping out before I could stop myself. "Be my boyfriend." I whispered. "Officially."

There was a beat of silence, just long enough for me to second-guess myself. But then Rafayel's eyes softened, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and his hands cupped my face as he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

"I thought you'd never ask, cutie" He said, his voice low and a little playful, but there was something real in the way he spoke.

"Does this mean yes?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, it's yes!" He e said, his smile growing wider. "I've been waiting for you to figure it out. I was supposed to take a risk and ask you to be officially mine tomorrow but here you are - always one step ahead."

And just like that, everything felt like it clicked into place. The words we hadn't said, the moments we shared-it all made sense.

I leaned in again, kissing him softly, this time letting the moment linger longer, savoring the feeling of everything finally being right.

The fireworks above continued, a burst of color lighting up the sky, but all I could see was him. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn't afraid to look ahead.

As the fireworks finally slowed to a stop, we stood there, our fingers intertwined, not needing words anymore. We just watched, side by side, as the world celebrated around us.

And in that moment, the New Year felt like it was ours.

─── ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ───

Now we were at his apartment, the world muffled under a blanket of city snow outside.

He was in the kitchen, still wearing that pale sweater that made his shoulders look unfairly perfect. He stirred two mugs of hot chocolate with a focus so gentle it nearly broke me. That quiet, devoted energy he carried-even in the smallest moments-made it hard to breathe.

And god, he looked so... submissive. So touchable. Like he wouldn't know what to do if I leaned in and whispered that I wanted to make him mine. Fully. Completely.

I didn't even realize I was staring until he turned, offering me one of the mugs with that shy smile he reserved just for me.

"It might still be hot." He said softly.

So am I.

I want to taste something sweeter than this.

I set the mug on the side table without drinking it, then reached for the hem of his sweater. "Rafayel."

He blinked again. "Y-Yeah?"

I stepped closer, my fingers slipping under the soft fabric as I tugged it up just a little, revealing a line of pale skin. He shivered-but didn't stop me.

"I want to kiss you." I stated.

His breath hitched. "Please."

That single word melted the last of my restraint.

I pressed my lips to his-soft, deliberate, and exploratory. He kissed back with the gentleness of someone who had never done this before, but wanted to learn everything. I guided him backwards until the backs of his knees touched the edge of the couch.

"Sit."

He obeyed without hesitation, eyes wide and dark with something deep-something quietly desperate. Oh well, I was right about him being so submissive.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, my fingers brushing his jaw before cupping his face. His hands fluttered like he wasn't sure where they were allowed to rest. I took them, placing them gently on my hips.

"You don't have to do anything." I murmured, my tongue trailing down to his neck. "Just feel."

He nodded, breath shaky.

We kissed again-longer this time. I felt the tension coming from his body, slowly, like I was unraveling something he'd kept locked away for too long. I kissed down his neck again, and he whimpered quietly. His hands gripped tighter at my waist.

"Is this okay?" I whispered, my lips ghosting over his collarbone.

"Yes." he breathed. "It's just... I've never..."

"Me neither." I said. "But I want it. I want you."

The look in his eyes-God, the way his walls dropped in a single heartbeat-made me feel like I was holding the universe.

I let my hands wander lower, tracing the defined lines of his abdomen through his shirt. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, and I couldn't resist the urge to slip my hands underneath, caressing the smooth, warm flesh beneath.

Rafayel inhaled sharply, his body stiffening for a moment before melting back into my touch.

I pressed myself harder against him, my breasts pushing into his back as my hands explored his chest and stomach.

I squeezed his chest lightly, my fingers are playing with his hardened nipples.

This man needs a bra.

I felt his breathing growing heavier, his heart pounding beneath my palm. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear.

"You know, we don't have to just drink hot chocolate tonight..."

I let my voice trail off suggestively, my hand is exploring teasingly low, grazing the waistband of his jeans. I could feel the bulge starting to form there, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

Rafayel turned his head to look at me, his eyes darkened with desire.

"Y/N..." He breathed, his voice rough with want. I could see the conflict in his gaze, the longing warring with his innate shyness and inexperience. It's as if he's ready to be ravished.

I spun him around to face me, my hands coming up to cup his jaw, the warmth of his skin creeping into my fingers. I gazed into his eyes, my own almond orbs dripping with desire as I leaned in close.

"Let's forget the hot chocolate," I murmured, my voice low and sultry. "I want to explore something else tonight..."

I punctuated my words by pressing my lips softly against his, a feather-light touch at first, but quickly deepening into a more passionate kiss.

Rafayel hesitated for only a moment before melting into it, his arms wrapping around my waist to pull me flush against him.

I could feel every hard plane and angle of his body, the way his muscles flexed as he held me close. It made my head spin and my core clench with need.

I nipped at his bottom lip, tugging on it gently as my hands slid down to grip his shoulders.

I got off his lap, wanting to continue this somewhere else. His lips met mine again, it's as if the both of us waited for years to be with eachother again.

I started to walk him backwards, my lips never leaving his as I guided him towards the bedroom. He followed my lead, stumbling slightly but quickly regaining his balance.

I could feel the bed hitting the back of Rafayel's knees, and he sat down abruptly, taking me with him. I straddled his lap, my legs spreading wide to either side of his thighs as I settled myself against him. I could feel his hardness pressed against my core, separated only by the thin fabric of my panties and his jeans. I rolled my hips slowly, grinding against him as I deepened the kiss.

Rafayel groaned into my mouth, his hands gripping my waist tightly as he pulled me harder against him. I could feel his heart racing beneath his chest, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing second. I pulled back from the kiss, my lips trailing along his jaw and down his neck. I nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, determined to mark him as mine.

"Touch me, Rafayel," I demanded, breathing against his throat, my voice thick with desire. "I want to feel your hands on my skin..."

I took one of his hands and guided it to my breast, encouraging him to squeeze the soft mound. He hesitated, felt shy for a moment before complying, his large hand engulfing my breast and kneading it gently.

I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my mouth. I could feel my nipple hardening under Rafayel's touch, straining against the thin fabric of my bra.

I reached behind my back and unclasped the hooks, letting the garment fall away. Rafayel's eyes widened as he took in the sight of my bare breasts, his hand stilling for a moment before he resumed his exploration.

He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the swell of my cleavage, his tongue darting out to taste my skin. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as I arched into his touch. His other hand slid down to my thigh, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled me impossibly closer.

I could feel the heat building between my legs, a throbbing ache that demanded attention. I started to grind against Rafayel more insistently, chasing the friction I so desperately needed. He groaned against my breast, his hips bucking up to meet mine.

"Y/N..." He gasped "We should slow down..."

"I'll think about it."

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it carelessly to the side. I wore nothing underneath, leaving my breasts bare and exposed to his hungry gaze. Rafayel's eyes took in the sight, his hands immediately coming up to cup the soft mounds.

He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples and sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

"Ngh, Y/N..." He whimpered, his voice rough with want. "You're so beautiful..."

I smirked at his words, feeling powerful and desired. I leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as I started to lift his sweater up with deft fingers. I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug it off completely and toss it aside.

My hands explored his chest. His heart is beating so fastly, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. I leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his collarbone, his chest, to his nipples. I licked and nipped at his skin, determined to taste every inch of him.

Rafayel's erect is pressing insistently against my core, separated only by the thin barrier of his jeans and my damp panties. I rolled my hips, grinding against him with increasing urgency as the ache between my legs grew more insistent. Rafayel groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass as he pulled me harder against him, matching my movements.

"Y/N..." He panted, submissively so.

I was too desperate to feel more of him. I reached down, fumbling with the button of his jeans until it popped open. I slid the zipper down, slipping my hand inside to wrap around his hard length. He was hot and heavy in my hand, pulsing with need. I stroked him slowly as it throbbed against my fingers.

Rafayel let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking up into my touch, his head falling back as he lost himself in the sensation.

I could feel the heat building between my thighs and Rafayel's body tensing, his muscles coiled tight with the effort of holding back. But I didn't want him to hold back. I wanted to push him to the brink, to make him lose control completely.

I slid off his lap and onto my knees on the floor in front of him. I looked up at him through my lashes, my eyes had a playful glint as I finished unzipping his jeans. I tugged them down his legs, taking his boxers with them until he was fully exposed to my hungry gaze.

His cock sprang free, long and hard and perfect. I licked my lips at the sight, my mouth watering - wanting tto taste him. I wrapped one hand around the base, stroking him slowly as I leaned in close. I could feel him throbbing against my palm, the heat of his skin searing me. I looked up at him as I flicked my tongue out to lick the bead of moisture from the tip of his cock.

"Y/N..." Rafayel moaned, his voice a low, arousing sound as if he's unable to do anything.

He's completely wrapped around my fingers.

I could feel Rafayel's body trembling with restraint, his hands wrapped in my hair as I took him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum as I slowly sank down, taking him inch by inch into the wet heat of my mouth.

"Y/N...!" Rafayel cried out, his hips jerking as he fought the urge to thrust into my mouth. "This feels so good..."

I could only moan in response, the vibrations traveling up his length and making him groan. I bobbed my head, taking him deeper each time until I could feel him hitting the back of my throat. I relaxed my muscles, breathing through my nose as I swallowed around him, my hand working in tandem with my mouth.

Rafayel's grip on my hair tightened, his fingers twisting in the strands as he lost himself in the pleasure. I could feel his thighs tensing beneath my hands, his abs flexing as he struggled to maintain control. But I wanted to push him over the edge, to make him come undone completely.

I pulled back until only the tip of his cock was in my mouth, my tongue flicking out to tease. I took him back into my mouth, sucking hard as I bobbed faster, my hand pumping what I couldn't fit.

Rafayel's grip on my hair turned almost painful-yet arousing- as he started to thrust into my mouth, his hips moving in time with my movements. I could tell he was getting close, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing second.

"Y/N, I'm going to..." He gasped, his voice trailing off as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, hot liquids shooting down my throat as he came with a loud moan of my name.

I swallowed every drop, my throat working to take in his release as I continued to suck and lick, sucking out every last bit of pleasure for him. Finally, I pulled off his softening cock, licking my lips clean of his essence as I gazed up at him with a satisfied smirk.

Rafayel was staring down at me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked utterly debauched.

His hair a wild mess, his lips kiss-swollen and his eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. I stood up slowly, crawling onto the bed and straddling his lap once more.

"Your turn." I purred, grinding my still-clothed folds against his already re-hardening dick. "I want you to make me feel good too... Can you?"

Okay.. this is a new side of me. I never knew that I'll be so wild when it comes to sex. I might need a therapy for myself.

I guided Rafayel's hands as they slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt out of the way to expose my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, tugging them down my legs and tossing them carelessly to the side. I lifted my hips to help him, leaving me bare and exposed to his hungry gaze.

He ran a finger through my slick folds, whimpering at the wetness he found there.

"Y/N, you're so wet..." He murmured, his voice rough with renewed desire. I could only moan in response, my hips jerking as he circled my clit with maddening slowness.

Suddenly, he plunged two fingers deep inside me, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace. I cried out, my head falling back as I rocked against his hand, desperate for more.

Once he got the hang of it, he curled his fingers just right, rubbing against that special spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"I'm doing this correctly, right...?" he whispered, his thumb flicking rapidly over my clit as he fingered me hard and fast. "I want to be inside you so bad... but we don't have a condom.."

His dirty talk pushed me over the edge, my walls clamping down around his fingers as I came with a scream of his name. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, my body shaking.

Rafayel held me close, his fingers gentling their movements as he helped me come down from my peak. I collapsed against his chest, panting and sated, my skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his arms wrapping around me to hold me close.

"That was...incredible." He murmured, his voice filled with awe and wonder. "Did I do a good job??"

"Yes, Rafayel. You were great."

I smiled up at him, my heart feeling so full it could burst. I knew we were both inexperienced, but somehow, with Rafayel, it felt perfect. It felt right.

I knew I never wanted to let him go. I wanted to stay in his arms forever, wrapped up in this moment of pure bliss and contentment.

I captured his lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all of my feelings into it. He kissed me back, his tongue tangling with mine as he held me close. In that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. With Rafayel. Always.

We didn't rush. We explored. We asked. We laughed, even, when we fumbled. We learned each other's rhythms in real time-soft sounds, breathy gasps, the way he clung to me like I was gravity itself.

The moment we connected fully-body to body, soul to soul-he gasped my name like a confession.

And I kissed him through it.

─── ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ───

After, we laid tangled on the his bed with clean sheets, the hot chocolate long forgotten. My fingers traced lazy lines across his chest, and his hand held mine to his heart.

"Happy New Year." I whispered.

Rafayel turned his head and smiled-soft, flushed, and wholly mine.

"Best one I've ever had."

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