Following a dinner with their friend group, Garfield and Raven went to the school library. The library was a place the couple would visit often during their college life. After all, Raven was a devoted book warm, and loved a quiet study space.

Garfield wasn't opposed to the idea of a stay at the library, for he also liked a change in where he studied. He also thought it was cute that Raven would have to constantly remind him to use his inside voice. It was as if she was a librarian in the making.

The area consisted of tall walls of volumes, atlases, encyclopedias, every spine of a book adding color to the room. The tables were wooden and clean, the seatings were comfortable. The librarians were either restocking books on the shelves, or advising a student. Right next door to the library, was a student café.

It was night hours, so the regular hustle and bustle of the day already died down. Even so, a decent amount of people remained in the library.

Sitting across from Raven at the table, Garfield was fiddling around with the drawstrings on his dark hoodie while perusing through his Psychics notes. His Attack on Titan hoodie featured his favorite character from the anime: Levi Ackerman. He sports black joggers and a pair of Vans.

Raven was wearing a black dress that hugged her physique in a way that wasn't overly revealing or uncomfortable. Under the dress, she wore black, fishnet stockings (one of her favorites) and ankle boots. Her silver rings lightly clanged as she anxiously drummed her fingers on the surface.

She took a deep breath, which to Garfield, seemed to be about the sixteenth deep breath in one minute. The girl rakes her hand through her violet hair, shakes her head in frustration. The truth was, Raven has been at work for an hour straight, and was getting more short-tempered by the minute.

"Rae, what's got you all stressed out?" Garfield glances at her.

"Brain's all burned out, and that isn't helping this thing I have to write." she blows out another breath.

"Maybe... take a break?"

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea." Raven agrees, dropping her pen to the table.

She opens her water bottle, takes a few sips.

Garfield leans forward, a few inches from Raven's face. Her cheeks grow warm, and she isn't sure why. It's been months into dating this kid, and she still managed to blush over him.

Garfield suggests something that makes Raven's lips dry. His voice deepens into a husky whisper.

"Stressed sex?"

Raven's mouth curves into a thin smirk.

"Yes."

The pair leave their books and notes on the table. The library was spacious, the stairwells of the library had good hiding places that were barely lit. They advance to a quiet, dim corner. The objects: chairs, table, and shelves nearby are outlined by heavy shadows.

"This is risky." Raven rasps as Garfield lifts her up.

His daring reply, "The risk is what makes it fun."

With her thighs taut around his waist, Garfield pins Raven against a bookshelf.

She's spine to spine with the books, body to body with her lover.

Their lips crash together, like a meteorite striking the earth. Their cores tremble from the force, and the only damage is done, is the heightening of hormones.

Their tongues knead together, their lips crush in the perfect contrast. The urgency brings their teeth to scrape lightly against one another. She inhales his breath, he exhales hers. Raven's tongue picks up on the flavor of his shea butter chapstick.

Garfield presses his hips between her thighs, lowly growling into her mouth. She savors that sensual sound, swallows it.

One of his hands trace up the apex of her thigh, his finger barely meeting the hem of her dress. His thumb slides under the hem, grazing over an intricate tattoo on her flesh. His hand moves from top to bottom, up the side of her body, plays through a curtain of hair briefly.

Raven yanks her boyfriend closer, tilting her hands in various angles to get every inch and heat of the kiss. The metal of her rings skin across his soft face. Her touch reaches his smooth, jade hair, his shoulders, slips on his sternum, rubs against a healing hickey in the crevice of his neck.

He was the book she couldn't stop reading. Every detail of him captivated her entirely from start to finish. She kisses him, turning every page of him in her mind, craving more.

She was the game he couldn't pause from. He's done her time, and time again. He's played levels over and over, unlocked new ones out of her, but he couldn't stop.

Garfield is positively hot, it doesn't help that he is wearing a sweatshirt at the moment. Rough, hungry, dangerously heated kisses are what they exchange. Raven pops his lips, breathes, feels him go harder. He sucks on her tongue, she nibbles on his lips.

Garfield withdraws his tongue a length, stretches it into Raven's mouth, brings it back, forms a sequence. He's thrusting her mouth with his tongue, and that derails her reserved composure.

Raven swears, and the more she does it, the more beautiful it sounds to Garfield.

"Stand against the wall and pull down your pants." Raven commands, Garfield allows her to take the top.

He does as he is told without delay.

"Can I do this to you?" she whispers.

He approves, "Yeah, just take your time."

"You promise that you're good? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Raven studies his eyes carefully.

"All set, Rae. Thanks for the consent."

"Always."

Raven takes his penis into her hold.

She moves it up gently, so she can access the scrotum. She peppers soft kisses on the dermis. She softly nips as well, just enough to split Garfield between the shades of pleasure and pain. She sucks on the ball sack at an irritatingly languid pace.

Raven makes eye contact with him, he winces in annoyance. She rubs her sinful fingers on the perineum. The girl hums, leading a track of kisses from the base to the tip. She plays her tongue across the slit, then dips it in. Garfield makes a strangled noise, then he shifts his hand into her hair.

Raven gradually glides her warm mouth over him. She spectates the sexual anticipation in his face. His cheeks are hollowed, his eyes are dark against hers, his lip is caught in between his teeth.

He winks at her playfully, then they both laugh.

She suctions her lips around his length, adding friction as she moves her mouth vertically. She sucks him like a lollipop, drawing in one suck tightly, releasing loosely at the peak. Garfield twitches, shaking the books behind him.

"I love giving you head, you're so cute when you're sexually frustrated." Raven mumbles.

"I'll remember you said that." Garfield puffs.

Raven's lips darken with saliva. Her fingers add a tingling sensation to his nerves as she circles slowly on a patch of skin. She uses her hands and lips to her leverage. Garfield's head tilts back, his eyes snap shut.

Raven demands firmly, "Look at me."

He brings his eyes back to hers, almost despising the fact that he had to watch himself be submissive. He loves it, though. Raven's on his knees for him, doing dirty to him, doing dirty for him.

"Damn it, you like this nasty stuff, don't you?" he suppresses a string of profanity and moans.

Raven gets sloppy with it, she bobs her head, drags her nails down his thigh, swirls her tongue, swallows around his mass, suckles, and to put a dent into her partner— she deep throats.

"Holy... Rae." Garfield moans, pushing her head down on him further.

"Keep quiet."

She makes eye contact with him as he hardens inside of her. Garfield feels light-headed from Raven's pressure. His skin prickles, he swallows hard. Even in the darkness, Raven is able to see the thin sheen of sweat coated on Garfield's forehead and on the sides of his face. The ear behind his ears, neck, and chest flushes in heat.

A pleased chuckle resonates inside of Raven as she satisfies Garfield. She removes her mouth and hand for a second. That second felt like a dreadful eternity to Garfield. He watches Raven lick her lips, swipe her pink tongue over a ridge of veins and nerves.

They almost forgot they are in a library, a place of academics and silence. The setting around them doesn't seem to shake them enough out of their sensual reality.

Raven returns her mouth and hands to their prior position, working for Garfield's peak. Garfield vocalizes a blend of her name and a grateful curse. His orgasm was like a spring being coiled tightly, then being released. His hot load seeps into her mouth, and she absorbs it fully. Garfield spectates Raven. White films of liquid leaked on the corner of her lips, along with drool. Her eyes are burning with pride and passion.

The way she looked back at him made him want to ravish her to a point where they were both senseless.

So, that is what he does.

Raven squeals as he dominantly takes her to the staircase.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks.

"Anything that's gonna make it hard for me to be quiet."

He lifts his eyebrow to her bold request.

Someone walks through an aisle not too far away. Their voice from their phone call sends a jolt of nervousness through the couple. Even so, Garfield and Raven went unnoticed.

Garfield rucks up the fabric of Raven's dress. He pulls down her stockings and panty, low enough to get access, but high enough in case they ever had to readjust their clothes to hide their taboo.

"Oh, gosh."

The reveal of Raven's privacy never fails to amaze him. She's already wet—clear, sweet essence glistens between her thighs. She props her body up, attempting to brace herself for what was coming. The truth be told, Garfield and Raven had had sex multiple times, but they were never for each other. They were never ready for each other, tired of each other, or bored of each other.

They were just that in love.

Starting right away, Garfield gets a grasp on Raven's well-fleshed thighs. He locks eyes with Raven as he slides his slick tongue on her bare flesh. She exhales shakily, getting into the mood.

He takes his sweet time pleasing her. Garfield maintains steady, vertical on her heat. The red in her cheeks deepen, and her throat is straining from keeping the noises in.

He sucks, nibbles, and kisses her inner lips, adds a loving bruise to her thigh, goes right back. His tongue knocks against her swollen bud, only once, and there she goes gasping for air again. Garfield swiftly parts her lips open with his tongue.

He extends his fearless tongue into her depths, earning a sigh of release from his girlfriend. He laps her insides, his slow, but quick speed messes with her mind and edges her over for more.

Garfield drinks in her smell, flavor, touch, and sounds. Raven is like an oasis in the middle of a desert— one that a weary, parched traveler is more than happy to find after walking in days of searing heat.

Raven spasms, then Garfield traces his dark stare to her.

He chuckles at the fact that she tried to play it off.

"I know that's your spot, Rae."

He finds her spot, ravishes it.

Every hitched breath and wriggle make the hairs on his neck stand up. Raven's biting down so hard on her lip, it almost breaks to a bleed. Her trembling fingers try to keep a grip on his hair.

"Gar!" her voice sends shivers down his spine.

Raven sputters, inhaling sharply. The intensity wearing down at her, but it was similar to a growing pain. She had to endure to enjoy.

He buried himself in between Raven, determined to get everything out of her.

Every noise, every breath, every drop.

Her voice collapses into another desperate moan.

"Louder."

It was ironic, Raven told him to be quiet, Garfield told her to be louder.

Raven pushes him deeper, riding her hips against his face. She wanted to take in every sensation he gave, and give to him in return. Her sounds echo on the dark shelves around them. Her hand grips onto the staircase railing, then squeezes his hair.

Tears of pleasure brim in Raven's eyes, her back arches into Garfield. She whimpers, clenching her thighs together from the impact.

When Garfield wanted something, he made sure he got it. Raven cries out, her teary face creasing in bliss.

The pleasure was too good to be true.

"I know, babygirl, I know."

"Gar— I can't stop making noises." Raven bites back a sound.

"That's alright."

He replaces his mouth with two gentle fingers. Raven's walls embrace and gape around him, the feeling wrecked the both of them. Garfield seals his swelling lips over Raven's soft, pink ones. Her candied goodness gathers on his fingers as he thrusts.

His mouth quiets her moans as they both bask in passion. Garfield feels Raven's body quiver as she meets her peak. She sees a white light as the shockwave shatters her body.

Garfield withdraws his fingers.

"Open your mouth."

Raven obeys.

He presses his thumb on his tongue, allowing her to taste herself. Then, he licks all of her sweet gloss off of his fingers. They're both covered in each other's releases, and the other things concerning that matter.

"Oh... wow." Raven breathes heavily.

"How are you feeling?" he whispers against her lips.

"Very stress relieved, I'll give you that. Thanks, cutie." She smiles lightly.

"I'm glad to hear it, Buttercup. Library seggs, check," he chuckles, "I never imagined myself doing this."

"Me neither. Well, it's done. Almost."

The purple in her eyes never returned since they entered the corner.

"Almost?" Garfield questions.

She stands up, and so does Garfield.

"Bend me over."

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