this is a moira blog

Those infrequent days that prevented Moira from spending countless hours within the laboratory, which after finding out that taking those days off were mandatory, were essentially replaced with mandatory dates. After being awoken by the sunshine peeking through the curtains and brightening up the bedroom Moira would venture out through her apartment to find that (Y/N) had awoken earlier in order to replicate some breakfast recipe that she had mentioned once before. Depending on the location that the couple travels to they could spend numerous hours traveling from various shops to admiring the sights that (Y/N) had spent the time searching up, then spending some time at some embellished restaurant to eat before ending the day with doing whatever activity that Moira preferred. Despite that these dates seemingly always ended the same way that they did, as this one was currently coming to an end, naive (Y/N) had always thought that maybe they would end a different way. Yet, you would hear absolutely no complaints coming from his lips. 

“Moira~” Soft, hushed whimpers escape past his lips and out into the open space of the library, quickly met with the shushing sound from Moira. She had decided that she wanted to go explore the local library of the area that they were visiting, stating that she needed to see if they had some source material that would relate or give her some insight about some experimental project that was upcoming. Yet, after having collected some sought out books within her hold Moira had lured distracted, naive (Y/N) towards one of the back corners of the library, chuckling as she watches him begin to tense up as she carelessly begins to unzip his pants, reaching in through his boxers and pulling out his flaccid cock. Despite that he was whispering concerns to Moira about how they shouldn’t be doing these types of things in public, about how they could get into some serious trouble if they were bound to be caught, yet those exact complaints and concerns were slowly being replaced by whispers of her name, guttered groans and soft, whimpered moans. Moira knew the exact was as to make him essentially melt against her touch, the way that her fingers trailed along the protruding veins as his cock became less flaccid and became more erect, the way that her thumb would brush the precum all around the tip of his cock, the way that she knew exactly what pace and grip strength she needed to use to get that internal pleasurable rush to make (Y/N)’s body shudder with delight.

Moira addressing and then attending the the need of his now throbbing, aching cock with her hands , despite the slight whelming paranoia of being caught at any given moment, was becoming absolute euphoria, almost enough to make him ejaculate then and there. A loud, eager loud whine escapes into the space that they’re occupying as Moira removes her hands, getting up from her seat and moving to be in front of him, lifting up the back of the sundress she had chosen to wear to reveal herself to not be wearing any undergarments underneath, lowering herself down onto his cock with a ragged moan of her own escaping past her lips. “M-Moira, you feel s-” It was momentarily that (Y/N) had rested his hands upon Moira’s hips, attempting to give her a seductive comment, only to have his hands swatted away and Moira giving him a stern stare. “You haven’t been behaving. Good boys know that they need to behave and be quiet within a library, and you’ve been quite the opposite~ We’ll see if you can last five whole minutes with being quiet and then you can put your hands on me~ How about that, (Y/N)?~” 

‘Okay, five minutes.’ (Y/N) initially had thought upon hearing Moira’s command. He figured he would be able to last the five minutes being silent, or at least could attempt to. False hope, she had given him. False hope that almost immediately dissipated into defeat as Moira began to bounce herself against (Y/N)’s cock, fingertips digging into the pages of the book that she was clutching within her hands. Biting his lip to muffle his groans, hopefully they were quiet enough for Moira not to notice them, (Y/N)’s hands gripped the edges all while tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He was able to buck his hips against her, jagged breaths escaping past his lips. The sensations were becoming overwhelming for him: the way that Moira would purposely clench herself tightly around him, at times keeping his cock warm with her cunt and other times just focusing on keeping the tip of his cock warm and stimulated. All (Y/N) can focus on is how well her cunt is making him feel, and by the way that she’s quickly moving against him he must be making her feel good as well.