yes, no, maybe so?

The elevator doors open. The mirrors diffuse your reflection. Your wet hair sticks to your skin, some raindrops linger on the freckles of your cheekbones. You put your phone in your bag before checking your slightly smudged make-up. Outside, the storm gets stronger by the minute. You are just lucky to be back at home before it becomes impossible to walk on the streets. Your gaze shifts to the buttons and you push your floor. The doors start closing when someone slips in the elevator. You make a small jump on the side before he bumps into you.

“Hi, Rafayel.”

He nods at you, panting. He holds strongly in his hand a bouquet of red roses. You look at it. The roses are in bad shapes because of the rain outside. He presses a finger on the number of his floor. The air is cold in the elevator, and it has nothing to do with the weather outside. His aura right now is freezing, something you never witnessed every time you bump into him in the building. The lights flash a bit and you raise your head to look at them. You furrow your brows a bit, quite concerned about it. The elevator shakes a bit. Unconsciously, you grab his arm. He tenses slightly at your touch, looking at you sideways. A new jolt makes the elevator shake. Your grip tightens on his arm. This time, Rafayel turns his head, looking at your hand. The elevator stops in a final jolt. The lights turn off, leaving only the safety ones on.

“Y/N?”

Your breathing is heavy and uneven. You’ve always been afraid of confined spaces. He asks your name again, bringing you back to reality. The bouquet is on the floor, the scattered red petals everywhere. His palm is flat against the mirror behind you, while your hand is still clinging to his other arm.

“Y/N?”

You blink, your eyes finally meeting his. His gaze is dark and makes you shiver. Small raindrops roll on his temple. Rafayel towers you, and you can’t help but stare at his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

His voice is filled with concern as you don’t answer. You know he can sense how tense you are. Fuck. You are stuck in the elevator, one of your worst nightmares. You swallow hard.

“Focus on me, Y/N, okay?”

You nod. There is nothing else you can do, anyway. Your mind is racing, controlled by your fear. He steps closer to you, trapping you between him and the wall. Focus on me. Rafayel repeats. You offer him a new nod. You can feel his hot breath on your wet hair, and the way the heat radiates from his body.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

His voice is reassuring. The way he holds you close makes you feel better, taken care of. You release his arm, putting your palm on his chest. He shudders a bit under your touch, almost imperceptibly. Rafayel lifts up your chin with his index, making eye-contact again. He can feel how you are scared, but not of him. He leans in a bit, his hot breath tickling your ear.

“Focus on me.”

He whispers it like a command. He is not asking, he is telling you to. You swallow hard again. The contact of the tip of his nose in your neck makes you shiver. His breath is leaving goosebumps on its path. While one of his hands is still flat on the mirror, he brings the other on the small of your back, pulling you flush on his chest.

“I don’t want to be scared, I-”

“I know. Focus on me.”

His words ring in your ears, an order, a command. You understand that he wants you to think about something else, other than the storm outside, and the thunder making you jump every time it growls. His lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck. Your eyelids flutter a bit. The perfume of the roses lingers in the air.

“The flowers…”

“I should forget about them, and you should do the same.”

His voice is strained with pain and - anger? You swallow hard again. His fingers splay on the small of your back. He rests his forehead on yours, before leaning back.

“Are you feeling better?”

His eyes aren’t dark anymore. It feels like the ocean is staring at you, waves sparkling in pink. No. You lie, hoping you can make this moment linger. You’re not scared anymore; you feel protected. Oh, that smirk on his face, you’d be okay to die in that elevator, as you had the chance to witness it. He leans in again, his lips brushing yours. Your heart skips several beats. His hand leaves the mirror to hold the back of your neck. He crashes his lips against yours. He swallows a gasp of surprise. The gasp turns into a content sigh. His tongue asks for more and you part your lips to invite him. It rolls against yours, as he kisses you hungrily. 

“Liar.”, Rafayel whispers in the kiss.

He tightens his grip on the back of your neck. His hand plays with the hem of your t-shirt before sliding under it. You shiver at the contact of his cold fingers. He starts grinding against you, making his erection obvious against your stomach. He swallows a soft moan. He unhooks your bra with one hand before cupping one of your tits. He pinches your nipple, making you yelp in surprise. He chuckles against your lips, the vibrations making you shiver violently. His hand squeezes your tit as he plays with it. In a second, your chest is pressed against the mirror. He nipples on your neck. You can’t help but moan a bit while he leaves a small mark on your skin. His tongue laps the trace to ease the pain. His shaft grinds against your ass, the sensation sending jolts along your spine.

“Can i ?”

You didn’t notice his hand tugging the hem of your panties. You nod softly. He pinches your nipple again. You yelp again, making him chuckle against your ear. His hot breath leaves goosebumps on your skin. New pinch, new yelp. Your tone is low when you curse. He pinches your nipple again, harder this time. You wiggle your ass a bit at the sensation. He hisses in your ear as the friction sends jolts of pleasure in his cock.

“Words, Y/N. Or I’ll pinch that needy nipple of yours again.”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

“It sounds like you’re begging, Y/N. Are you?”

You hum as an answer, and as promised, he pinches your nipple again. Slowly, he lowers his hand under your panties. For a long second, you forget how to breathe. Your heart beats a little faster in your chest, way too close to his hand. You can feel his smile on your skin.

“Fuck, you’re soaked…”

His thumb draws some circles on your clit. Your breathing is heavier. Unconsciously, you grind your ass against his hard length. Rafayel growls a bit, his hips bucking forward. His fingers spread your wetness between your folds, to your sweet bulb of nerves. His cock throbs, while he circles your entrance with a finger. He slides in it effortlessly. You grind your pussy in his palm. Suddenly, some fresh air brushes against your nipple. His hand moves to your throat, pressing your back flush against his chest. You gasp as he slides another finger in you, slowly pumping them in and out you. You grind again on his hand. Your pussy feels empty as he withdraws his fingers to pinch your clit. You gasp at the flash of pain.

“Greedy little thing.”

Rafayel whispers in your ear, tilting your head back with his hand around your throat. You hum in response, missing the warmth of his hand between your thighs. The sound of his belt rings in your ear. He pulls out his cock and wipes the precum at his tip between your cheeks. You moan softly. Your panties are pulled aside. He rubs his tip along your folds, gathering your wetness, before stopping at your entrance. He starts to push in slowly, holding you close by holding your hip. Rafayel looks at your wince through the mirror.

“So fucking tight…”

His hold on your throat tightens as he pushes into you, inch after inch. He starts thrusting, gaining a few inches at each move. Some fog spreads on the mirror with your softs moans. Air fills up your lungs. He gathers your hair in his hand, tugging on them. You gasp in surprise. The grip on your hip tightens as he thrusts faster in you. With his knee, he opens your legs wider, allowing him better access. His cock goes deeper in you, hitting your sweet spot everytime. You moan repeatedly.

“You’re taking me so well, Y/N…”

Rafayel growls in your ear. His pace is steady and fast. He tugs harder on your hair. You arch your back, gasping. His balls hit your clit at each thrusts. Your moans are music in his ears. He fucks you like there is no tomorrow. The tip of his cock hits your g-spot. You moan his name louder.

“Do you like how I fuck you in the elevator?”

He buries himself in you to the hilt. He growls at the sight and thrusts harder. The sound of skin to skin and your moans fill up the elevator. Taking my cock, like a good girl. Rafayel praises you. Your eyelids flutter. Pleasure is growing in your belly. He feels how close you are with your walls clenching a bit around him.

“Are you going to come for me, Y/N?... Come for me, baby.”

His hand leaves your hip to cover your mouth to muffle your scream. Your lips play his name in his palm. His gaze is locked on your face through the mirror. His thrusts become erratic as he gets closer. He pulls out, making you feel empty. He turns you around with a hand. The other tugs harder on your hair. Rafayel makes you kneel in front of him. The thrones on the stems of the roses scratch your skin.

“Open-up.”

You obey willingly. You wrap your lips around his shaft. His fist tightens on your hair, pushing his shaft in your mouth. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag. The way your muscles clench when you gag sends jolts of pleasure straight to his balls. He loses control, chasing his release. Hot streams of cum coats the back of your throat. Rafayel holds your head, emptying himself in your mouth. You choke, forced to swallow. He finally releases your head. A trickle of saliva joins your lips and his cock.

“Fuck.”

Rafayel puts his palm on the mirror to steady himself after the intensity of his orgasm. The lights flicker and the elevator resumes its ascent. He quickly regains his composure, putting his softening cock back in his pants. He buckles his belt. On your knees in front of him, you follow his every move. A small ding resonates in the elevator as the doors open on his floor.

“Keep the flowers.”, he growls before walking away without a last look at you.