welcome! 18

"might as well go together," he says. in his mind, he's playing it cool and hoping you can't smell how badly he's sweating right now, because that nervous sweat always makes everything worse and he's afraid to even lift an arm up- "Since neither of us got anything better to do."

there's no response from you for a couple of beats.

Riding Sylus is a daunting task. Everything about him is large and impressive. His cock is no different.

“God…” You’ve barely sunk down an inch and you need a break, resting your head on his shoulder. He rubs your back soothingly, the heat of him making you near dizzy.

“You’re doing so good.” He praises you, his gaze soft as he studies your pinched expression. He doesn’t offer to take over just yet. You’d insisted on this after all.

“You…your cock is so big.” You murmur, moving to sink down a bit more. His grip on your waist tightens, his jaw clenched. Sylus won't admit it, but you're practically torturing him with this pace.

"You can take it sweetie. Such a good girl." The adoration in his voice makes you clench, finally sinking down on his length. You both moan in tandem, your nails digging into the muscle of his arms.

"Knew you could do it." He smirks, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as you blink away the stars from your vision. He's so deep like this, so deep you can almost feel him in your throat.

Now you just need to move.

"C-could you help me a little?" You mumble the request, almost embarrassed. For once, Sylus doesn't tease you. Perhaps because he's just as desperate as you are.

The moment his hips jerk up into yours, you moan. He sets a steady pace, not fast or slow, just deep. Your eyes roll back as he pounds up into you. It's almost immediate, how quick your orgasm builds.

"S-Sylus oh my god!" You gasp, working your hips against his. You lean in to connect your lips to his, mostly to hold off from cumming so soon. It's a desperate, sloppy kiss, and it apparently has the opposite effect for Sylus.

"Fuck..." His head falls back, brows knit in pleasure as his cum fills you, spilling out and making an even bigger mess between your thighs. You slow your movements, eyes wide.

rafayel is the type to blush at the first sight of you. his heart skips a beat, his breath hitches ever so slightly, and his cheeks warms up to a pinkish sakura shade.

rafayel is the type to immediately approach you, physically at first. he's curious, you've caught his attention and interest. and whatever rafayel wants, he'll get it.

rafayel is the type to stand next to you, aware that you two are strangers, but he can't ignore the way his heart tugs insistently towards your gravity. he'll pretend he's browsing at the items close to you, in your proximity. his eyes keep glancing at you here and there, his feet following right behind you when you walk away -- continuing your shopping and unaware of his existence.

rafayel is the type to truly look at you -- not in a creepy way, but rather, like an artist that has finally found the inspiration of their dreams. his mind is already admiring your physique, your curves, your hair, your skin, your smile, your eyes ...

rafayel is the type that's going to feel like he just fell off from the sky, straight down to earth. that's how fast and deep he fell for you, even though you two are still strangers.

rafayel is the type that will approach you again, but this time through a conversation. he's asking a stupid question, like : excuse me miss, where did you find this item ? and once you answer, he's putting the traps. dragging the conversation longer, trying to make you laugh, showing his overly friendly side to make you feel comfortable. all the time, he's analyzing your reactions -- should he ask for your number now or wait ?

rafayel is the type that doesn't like to wait. he gets whatever catches his attention.

rafayel is the type that once he deems you important in life, his loyalty is yours entirely. just from this small talk, he can already feel how his heart has abandoned him to follow you back home.

rafayel is the type that will ask for your phone number, inventing some sort of common interests that he would like to share in further details with you. he'll try to hide the way his hand tremble slightly when handing his phone to you.

rafayel is the type to text you that same day, later in the evening. he's not one to play the guessing game, or the pull and push. he has fallen for you, his heart has chosen you -- there is no time to waste. his ego and pride won't suffer -- he knows, he's confident.

rafayel is the type that is already laying awake at night, thinking of the next step to get you closer, to know you more, to understand and learn more about your mind, soul and body. he's already thinking of dates and events he can invite you to, always ensuring that you will feel safe, comfortable and never pressured.

rafayel is the type that, despite his quick temper and impatience, he'll float in your flow, let himself be guide with how fast or slow you want this ''relationship'' to develop. but be careful, his patience does have a limit (and he'll make sure that eventually, you'll come to know about his feelings).

rafayel is the type to always calculate every step of his ; not exactly to manipulate, but to ensure success. he's the type that will start randomly mentioning fate and ''coincidences'' ... but are they really just ''random coincidences'' ? or did he plan whatever to see you, to get your full attention again ?

rafayel is not one to give up. he falls in love quickly, deeply, and shows an undying loyalty to his loved ones.

rafayel is the type that once you enter his life, all the other woman no longer interest him. his heart yearns for you, his eyes seeks for you, and rafayel wants to see you, again. and he'll make sure that you'll feel the same way for him too.

touch starved f/o who never initiates. they're always watching your hands when you're nearby, silently wondering if you'll touch them. they act like it's no big deal when you finally do, but the quiet sigh they let out betrays how much they need it.

touch starved f/o who wilts when you forget to give them a kiss in the morning, never one to ask, but the second you remember they're grinning giddily as you pepper their face with kisses.

touch starved f/o who gets bold when it's just the two of you, building up the courage to rest a hand on your hip, your arm, your thigh. it's never pushy, always gentle, just a quiet reminder that you're real beside them.

✦ katsuki and his shy girl making out ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck. 

"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer. 

since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.

it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.

katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.

his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.

because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.

"you in there?"

honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"

you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.

"no, you're fuckin' not"