#mie rants

But, being a little pussydrunk doesn't stop him from overflowing with affection, and he can't help himself from being all cutesy even while you're writhing against his light-green duvet.

Has your thighs slung over his shoulders, lower half of his face shining with slick. You can't help but whine at the sight of him, hips trying to buck under the weight of his right forearm slung over your stomach. He can't hold back, ready to dive back in, but not before cooing up at you sweetly, left hand snaking up the bed to intertwine your fingers with his.

Or you're straddling him, hips swivelling on autopilot as you're submerged in the rapture zapping up your spine. He's mesmerised by the sight, one hand smoothing up your side as the other trails up to smooth your hair back, cupping your face tenderly. Soft encouragements and declarations of devotion tumble from his lips, as if the two of you aren't on the brink of collapse.

Or you're being crowded into the sheets, your calves resting over his shoulders as he presses into you meanly. Your brain can't handle it, soft noises escaping your lips as your eyes flutter shut without your permission. That just won't do, he can't go without the eye contact he needs to make him feel even closer to you than he already is. Without moving his eyes from you, he turns his head, peppering soft kisses to the ankle hooked on his left shoulder, as he pleads for you to open your eyes in a low voice.

Sometimes he just gets so overwhelmed with emotion that he has the urge to bite literally anything— his own fingers, his tie, pens (that he's sanitised and are only for his own use).

It can be brought on by anything, anger, frustration, irritation— anything that makes him so pent up that he just has to let it out somehow.

It's only when he starts seeing you that it comes on in happy moments too. When hugging you, he gets engulfed in affection, only able to fulfil that ache in his chest by biting down on your shoulder.

Or when you're just laying together in bed, you on your phone and him flicking through a book. The sheer domesticity of the situation hits him all at once, and he just has to lean over and nip at your fingers before turning back to his book, leaving you confused.

After a few weeks of this you start getting used to it. He never bites harshly, only a little, and it just becomes a cute quirk of his.

can't focus on anything when your hair is up because he's hypnotized by it

could list off and fully describe every necklace you own because he's just staring ALL THE TIME

He's always got something sweet and longlasting for him— a lollipop or a gobstopper for when he gets peckish and wants to gnaw on something around 16:00.

Alongside his own snack, he always has a little something extra in his messenger bag, not for him.

Next to it, tucked into the little pouch, something savoury for you— a packet of chips, or trail mix. Whenever he notices you're getting antsy (often around 3 hours after lunch, but he doesn't want to sound creepy and point it out), he'll wordlessly fish it out and slide it across his desk on to yours.