#cloudedcreams

he saved it all for you, he said. he told you that he’d forced away all his unclean thoughts, put himself in the shoes of the pure in hopes that it’ll unleash such passion, some emotion and such longing between the intimate moment he wishes to share with you.

he groans against your lips, slightly grinding his hips as he does so. he leaves you wet, open mouthed kisses and he trails them from your cheek to your neck, sucking at the skin as he fondles your chest.

“you’ve got such pretty nips.” he pants, before swirling his tongue around them, sucking them as he used his hands to undress the two of you. he bucked his hips against you the moment the two of you were unclothed, moans pouring from his lips until the moment he sheathed himself inside of you.

he thrust himself inside of you wildly, grabbing your hips with sweaty palms as he lightly moved them to match his rhythm. you tangled your fingers through your haired and he breathed your name out, shaking as he did so.

he tries his hardest to hold himself back, he really does! he can't help it if after a while he's denied himself long enough, humping at your leg and staring up at you with teary eyes as he begs for you to give him a release.

he's obsessed with your taste. be it from your lips, kissing you until the two of you are breathless before he greedily goes in for more, a small string of drool hanging from mouth, or even as he goes down on your, diving between your cunt and holding your legs open as you writhe underneath him.

you've gotten used to his desperation, though there are times where you feel you can't keep up with it. he pouts against you, begging for you not to be a tease before letting out a sudden whimper as he grinds himself towards you.

you've tried to ask him what it is that has him feeling aroused so frequently. he tells you that he can't help it, that your presence drives him crazy like a love drug, yet when you try to leave he grabs onto your hands with sweaty palms, pleading for you not to.

he's extremely eager to please though! fingering your cunt until your eyes are rolling back, whispering praises into your ear as he thrusts into you.

you’re all he can think about. in the coldest of nights he’ll wrap his arms around himself, lying dead still as he forces himself to believe you’re there. he’ll ramble through the silence with closed eyes, talking about his day and his adoration towards you as he holds the comfort of believing you’re there.

he’s so delusional. praying each night that you’ll wind up besides him once he’s awoken, crying and clinging to the bedsheets in the morning as he’s overtaken by his loneliness. his heart aches and cries for you, and his desperation is his downfall as it consumes him.

he wants to hear you say his name. for you to curl your fingers through his hair, to kiss his tears away. he wants the two of you to embrace until your scent lingers on him, for your hearts to become intertwined, but he’s so lost and devoured by his emotions that he doesn’t know how he’d even start.

he’s too much of a mess to talk to you. greasy and unbrushed hair that dangles awkwardly from his scalp, dry lips that he peels the skin away from sometimes and leaves them stained with red. you’ve noticed a difference around you, but never in your wildest dreams would you imagine the total weirdo that obsesses over your every move.

you would hate him. you’d gag if you were even near him, cringe at the sight of his face before backing away. oh no, you’d spit at him! you’d curse him and-!

no, it’s his twisted fantasies speaking for him. you’d barely blink twice in his direction yet he imagines you curling your lips at him, eyeing him up and down in disgust before shoving him down onto his knees.