Whimsy Writes - Love Drunk (Nsfw)
A mumbled moan raises up in your throat. The sound barely slipping out between the fingers that were stuffed into your mouth.
"Nn... Shhh, shhhhh," A voice whispers into your ear, a giddy breathy sound between delight and anxiety. The shiver in the tone causes the hair to raise on your forearms. Your jaw working to swallow around the digits, tongue rolling, tasting the salty flesh. Their breath catches and your can feel a visible tremble behind you.
"You can't be... loud," Their tone quivers, "We... we're, we're in a library after all..." You can feel a face press to your back, a breathy giggle whispering against your shoulder. Your arm twitches as a spot of drool patters onto your shoulder blade and squirms it's way down your exposed skin. You begin to receive open mouthed kisses, sloppy and barely restrained. Your fingers grip the table, feeling a shaking hand grab at the hem of your pants. They fumble with the buttons, and begin to desperately yank them down. Their breathing becoming shallower and their chest heaves against you.
"No, nn, no, no, no... It's not going, why isn't it?" The delicate balance of giddiness and anxiety begins to tilt, their voice coloring with a pleading nervous whimper. You murmur, leaning back to rub into their lap, an obvious tent rolling against your backside. Drool falling between your lips as the other hand finally pulls away, and you feel a chill in the air as your pants hit the floor. "I'm sorry," The voice whispers into the shell of your ear, "I know it's not a good time, I know, I know... but I..." They gulp audibly, the sound of their throat moving makes your legs twitch. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." They say slowly, more fabric rustling, and then a feeling of acute heat against your thighs. They hold their cock, a hand making it rub against the wetness between your legs. "I can't stop thinking about you," They gulp again, "It's feels so good, I want to be always like this with you."
How did it get this way? You think back to when you first met them, anxious and shy. You had to coax them out of their shell with an olive branch. Now, still shy, but there's something manic in them now. It pushes past their insecurities and this newly discovered side of them has been winning out. You remember getting closer, you liked them, and had offered to help them soothe the anxiety. Then things spiraled so far out of your hands from a cute date and sweet kisses. The warmth of their cock is tucked up inside of you, already moving with slow yearning strokes. For someone who was so nervous about you being loud, they twitter and murmur constantly. You open your mouth to say something however, a dark shape flutters past your peripherals and you pause to watch it. "I'm not doing right by you," They chastise themself, yet their hands snake up your stomach and grab handfuls of your chest, kneading. "I'm being terrible-terrible,"
You see their black tie drift across your shoulder again, quick fingers grabbing it and giving a yank. Their let out a wheezing gasp. Their pace increases as if you flipped a switch. Your vision gets bleary, and your head sinks down, forehead touching the table as greedy hands wriggle underneath your top and squeeze your hips. The slap of skin against skin, your body rocking back and forth from the bounce of their hips. You wrap their tie around your fist and give it another playful yank, urging them on silently.
Once this is all over, they'll be back to an overly-anxious self. They'll be downright appalled at having cornered you in a love drunk state, and "treating you so rudely." That's what they would call it in any case, when the mist cleared from their eyes. But you've noticed that those spaces of horrified recollection are getting smaller and smaller. The lust filled haze they are coming down with is lasting longer, and they act as if they are going through a withdrawal once a day or so has passed. Your eyelids flutter, a hand had sneaked around your front and begins enthusiastically attending to you. The roughness has your knees buckling and your legs jerking. Has it only been a day since you last were together...? Your head was muggier now from the extra attention, surely, surely it had been a weeks time in between when they would get needy like this...
"So sweet," They pant huskily into your ear, your eyes lids fluttering as a wave of pleasure curls into your body.
"I think, I think I'm hopelessly addicted <3"
