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[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒  ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔: 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆

──  mdni sexual content. l&ds boys' reaction to arriving home with you asleep in lacy lingerie. inclusive of: somnophilia (consensual), kissing, fingering, oral (f. receiving), masturbation (m), cum shot, vaginal sex (unprotected), slight pet name usage, praise, cursing.

⁺₊ / an: AAAAAAA this req was SO FUN i adore somno just as much as you anonie 🙌

caleb would have been very, very pleasantly surprised. to come home to see you asleep on your bed, curled up peacefully as you hugged a pillow? god, he'd think you look absolutely beautiful. he'd notice you wearing the lingerie in his favorite color, and it would already be enough to get him aroused. knowing you'd left a consensual note was enough for him, and then he'd have gently shifted you to lay on your back, his breath hitching as he ran his hands over your smooth skin.

"so pretty," he'd mumble; "so beautiful."

he'd intend to take his time with you, determined to keep you sleep and prolong your blissful peace just a while longer. he'd slowly trail his hands over the lace on your breast, over your cunt—and then your bra would be unclasped, and caleb would slowly, slowly, carefully pull down the waistband of the lacy thong you were wearing. and then his mouth would be on yours, a soft, slow kiss, and then his lips would trail down to your neck, leaving a mark of proof that he would be, just as you'd asked, using you for the night.

slowly, slowly, he'd trail downwards until his tongue reached out to flick at your nipple, soft, gentle swirls as his eyes carefully took note of your body's reactions. you would flinch, sometimes, maybe stir a little, but you wouldn't wake up. and caleb wanted to see how far he could push you.

he'd smile, playing with your tits, and then he'd go lower. and lower.

and his lips would find the wetness of your cunt.

still slow, gentle licks as he'd lap up your arousal, clearly pleased that his attention to your breasts had gotten you so wet for him despite you still being so fast asleep. he'd thrust his tongue inside, enjoying the slight movements of your hips to his ministrations, almost as if his actions had spurred on a dream of your own. and then when he'd finally suck on your clit, you'd gasp and open your eyes, immediately finding your fingers in his hair as the drowsiness in your eyes fade away.

he'd pull back with a grin. "shhh, 's alright, pipsqueak. i'm just gonna have a little more fun with you, yeah? go back to sleep for me?"

rafayel would get aroused at the mere sight of you—so much so that he'd almost be tempted to take a picture. because how could he not? you looked absolutely ravishing, all splayed out on the bed for him, the lace on your body leaving little to imagination as your bare skin was so exposed to him, so... ready.

the note you'd left on the nightstand only made him smirk, but he didn't want to ruin the image in front of him so soon by rushing to use you like the note had asked him to.

instead, he slowly crawled over the mattress to kiss you, and kiss you, smiling at the way your breath would shorten slightlt, and the way your lips would part, as if readily accepting his desire even as your eyes remained peacefully closed. and by the time he pulled back, your mouth was glistening with saliva, almost swollen from all the kisses he'd used it for.

but rafayel wouldn't remove your lingerie, not just yet.

he'd pull his pants down and take out his cock, already hard, already leaking with pre-cum. and he'd start pumping. soft, slow strokes at first, easing him into the pleasure of it as he'd lean back, eyes raking over your body as he stroked his length, his cheeks quickly becoming rosy at the stimulation he was giving himself. and then he'd move faster. his hips would buck into his hand, and soft, quiet groans would fall from his lips. he'd do his best to suppress them, not wanting to make any unnecessary noise that might wake you up—

and then when he releases, his cum would splatter all over your body, ropes of white falling all over your lace as he'd lean back, breathless.

his lips would tug into a smile as you shift slightly in your sleep, his gaze turning into one of pride and admiration both.

his little masterpiece.

"oh, princess... i'm not finished with you yet."

xavier would have jumped in surprise at the sight of you, nearly having to grab the doorframe for support. he knew you'd be here—though he had seen your messages late (and he felt incredibly guilty for it), he knew you'd texted that you would be waiting at his apartment. but he wouldn't have expected this. you, all dolled up for him, wearing such revealing lace lingerie, only covered slightly by a flimsy, see-through nightdress. his eyes would slowly scan over your figure as he'd let out a shaky breath, and then he'd immediately notice the note on his nightstand, all prettily dressed up in the same shade of ribbon that held your little nightgown in place.

and perhaps, that would be it for him—his uniform would be off in seconds, his hands moving to slip off the delicate fabric and push the lace of your thong to the side.

"fuck," he'd curse under his breath, because even you couldn't know just how aroused and needy you would never fail to make him.

and needy, he would be.

though he would try to be as quiet and gentle as he could be—not particularly wanting to wake you up—his movements would be quick and shaky, a clear struggle of holding himself back. within seconds, his mouth would be on your cunt, drinking up the wetness that spread so quickly, having you wet and ready for him so easily. he would lap at your juices, eyes closed, enjoying your taste, and then he'd never be able to make himself wait any longer.

he'd steal a glance at your face as he'd slowly push himself inside you, soft whimpers falling from his lips, as your body twitched slightly. and he'd think to himself with a smile that his actions had probably spurred on a dream, but there would be very little self control left in his body. his thrusts would gradually get faster, deeper, until he was no longer trying to be gentle—he'd fuck you awake, his cheeks flushed, his mouth open in quick, short pants.

"m-mmh... ah-" he'd moan as your eyes open wide, hips bucking into yours in a desperate pace.. "g- g'morning, angel..."

zayne often arrived home late.

you knew this, and now, using you in your sleep had now become a common, long-established, consensual act. on days where he had long night shifts, you simply always expected something to be in store for you the coming evening... and this time, you decided to play things up a little and dress all prettily for him.

and zayne would have been nothing less than pleased at the sight of you when he returned home.

his lips would curl up into a small, satisfied smile at your sleeping figure. you looked so innocent, and so pretty, in your pastel floral lace set—just the way he liked to see you, and just enough to get him all aroused. and you had always given him explicit permission to do as he wished even while you were asleep, so he would make use of that.

his would take his time undressing himself, hanging his coat up neatly in his closet, his steps towards the bed slow and careful, not at all wanting to wake you. and then he'd start with gentle caresses. he'd loom over your body, placing soft kisses all over your face, your jaw, your neck, your shoulders... and then he'd lean up, whispering soft nothings into your ear, despite knowing the fact that you were too deep in your sleep to hear him.

zayne never rushed things; he'd take his time. trailing his fingers over your lace, your breasts, before dipping down to palm the wetness of your cunt seeping out from your thong. "always so wet," he'd whisper to himself, wondering if through all the times he had done things like this to you, your body had developed an automatic response to his nightly presence.

and then his fingers would be inside you, pumping, thrusting, so gentle and so nicely, almost comforting enough to lull you deeper into your sleep, harder to wake you up when he'd claim you fully. his movements were always precise, and this moment would not make it any less—determined to stretch you out and prepare you for him, determined to ensure that even your sleeping figure would enjoy every moment of the pleasure he would give you.

so when he'd push his cock into you, it's easy, and it's natural—and it's perfect.

zayne would fuck you all the way, so slow and sensual in his movements, that you wouldn't awaken from your sleep at all. you would only ever stir, and breathe out soft moans of his name, almost as if somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew what he was doing to you, probably enough to spin lewd dreams inside your mind that he would love more than anything to pry out of you in the morning.

"good girl," he'd coo into your ear. "good girl, taking me like this in your sleep."

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[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏' 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆

╰┈➤ ❝ caleb x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pwp (without plot), best friends with benefits vibes, dom!caleb, rough sex, doggystyle, (somewhat) reverse cowgirl, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, clit play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, dirty talk, cursing, use of pet names "doll" "pipsqueak", pure filth if i'm honest, lmk if i missed any tags !!

sneaky link : the very visual that inspired this whole thing 🤭

wc : 868

Caleb knew how to take care of you so well. What more could you ask for?

"Feeling good, pipsqueak?"

Your cheeks flushed at the nickname, leaning backwards into his touch, reveling in the way he would smirk against the side of your neck, licking all the bruises that he'd left on you just minutes ago. The muscles on his thighs tensed where you sat on him, his hands, big, and warm, and purposeful, roaming around your body, tight squeezes on your tits in time with each thrust of his cock back into you.

Caleb was merciless.

That he'd let you take control? Ride his cock like you've always wanted to? What a joke.

You were like putty in his hands, his fingers pinching and pulling and rubbing on your swollen nipples, rendering you with barely any strength to bounce on his cock as your back arched, taking in the force of the way he fucked upwards.

You couldn't remember anymore, how long this had been going on—how many times you'd come undone, a sticky mess dripping down your thighs and onto his cum-stained sheets, wet squelching echoing throughout his room. Your mouth fell open, babbling nonsense, your moans and sobs no longer coherent.

"Ah—ah—! S'good, Caleb, please, please...!"

Your cunt felt almost numb, the sensitivity making you dizzy enough to see stars, legs sore from the way he'd spread you wide open.

And Caleb, Caleb— He laughed.

Drinking up the sight of you so fucked out, so spent, so his to use, so his to claim.

"I mean, fuck. This's what you wanted, right? Comin' to me all needy, begging to be touched... You started this, y'know? What else did you expect?"

He was right.

He always was.

Time and time again you would think of how good it felt to have his cock buried into you, deep and snug, and you would crawl to him—wanting his touch, wanting his love, wanting him.

You started it, always.

And he would give it to you.

Caleb, like the loving, caring, adoring person that he was, with how close he held you to your heart, and how close he held you in his thoughts... He would give it to you.

Exactly as you asked.

Cum filling your cunt, cock pushing it deeper, deeper, plugging you full—

How could he say no to you?

You whined as you tilted your head up, hazy eyes searching his face, begging for a taste of his lips—so Caleb swallowed your noises without a second thought, tongue wrapping around yours in a flurry of passion, muffled moans only barely escaping.

And then he pushed you forward, guiding you down into his bed, pressing your back into a beautiful, beautiful arch.

"One more. Want you to cum around my cock one more time. You can do that, yeah?"

A loud moan escaped your lips, only muffled by the sheets below, spurred on by the way Caleb would continue to fuck into you, harsh, relentless, flesh slapping against flesh as each thrust drove you deeper into the plush of his pillow.

His scent, moreover, drove you wild—every sharp breath you took inhaled wifts of the cologne etched into his pillowcase, almost causing you to choke in the pure satisfaction of having it wrap around your head.

"Fuck, fuck— Look at you, all wet and messy f'me like this—"

His hands clutched at your waist as he rocked into you, guiding you, pulling you back against him, drilling his cock deep enough to hit your cervix, chasing away any thought that wasn't him.

"And so fucking tight for me, too... Really missed me, huh? Missed the way I fuck you senseless?"

A groan left your lips, and you felt his fingers trail up the spine of your back, fingers digging into your hair to tug your head backwards. "Caleb...! Shit—" You hissed, eyes rolling back at his nails on your scalp, quick, ragged pants falling from your mouth.

"Yeah? You like, that, huh, pipsqueak?"

You could hear the smirk in his voice; the tease in his tone that had you clenching impossible tighter around his length. Your actions elicited a deep grunt, dropping you back face-down into the pillows, his pace stuttering ever so slightly.

"Oh, fuck—You're driving me insane. Can't ever hold back with you, shit— It's so hard to stop—"

Your walls continued to greedily accept his every pump, the delicious stretch of his cock so big, so deep, fucking you in all the right places.

And then he leaned downwards against you, hot breath falling upon your sensitive nape, moans of your name so loud and chilling against your ear, rivalling the rhythmic wet noises eminating from deep in your pussy. Slowly, you felt a hand move down, down, down...

Caleb traced your connection, groaning at the feeling of your plush, swollen lips.

And his fingers, immediately, began to circle your clit—slowly, at first, a direct contrast to the pace of his hips hitting yours, before speeding up in a way that had you screaming into your pillow, shaking as you collapsed, vision going white.

Caleb thrust into you still, cooing into your ear, rubbing on your clit, not a single sign of him stopping.

"Hmm. Did I say one more? Well... one more, pipsqueak."

He would always fuck you right until you passed out.

⁺₊ / an: getting this out of my system before i work on requests 🙌 caleb's being the filthiest out of what i've written so far might speak volumes about how much i think about him... anonies with the caleb requests would agree 🤭

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[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔.

╰┈➤ ❝ rafayel x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pwp (without plot), softdom!rafayel, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, missionary position, teasing, dirty talk, praise, use of "miss bodyguard" as a pet name, lmk if i missed anything !!

wc : 659

Your eyes spoke deafeningly louder than words, and Rafayel was going to drink up every little reaction; every little unveil of pleasure.

You could feel it.

The way his cock slid in and out of you with near-embarrassing ease; every stretch of your walls to accomodate the thickness of him that you could never, ever get used to. You moaned quietly as you took in the languid drag of his length against your cunt, and your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, closer... further into this tantalizing dance of intimacy that only the two of you could ever be familiar with.

And Rafayel did not relent.

Eager to please, his pace remained slow and gentle, just the way you liked it, and just as he always was with you on nights like these. His thumb moved over your cheek in a sweet caress, hips rolling against yours in a motion so smooth, so fluid, so precise in its movements to hit the very spot that had your mouth falling open in little whines.

His hot breath hit against the shell of your ear as he whispered; "Good girl, so wet for me. You like it right there, yeah?"

His words brought a shiver down your spine, eyes closing in pure pleasure, and you felt your own wetness slick down your skin only to pool onto the silken sheets beneath. The schick of your arousal with each pump of his cock was all he needed to affirm your reactions, and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed at your eyelids.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Rafayel ran his fingers through your hair, pulling out slowly before fucking forward with a force that had your eyes flying open once more.

"R-Rafa...!"

When you looked at him this time, his gaze was dark. Unlike the playfulness you were used to, his pupils dilated in a lustful desire that had you melting in resignation—it did wonders to the zap of pleasure from your core, and his head cocked to the side, the only remaining hint of mirth in his otherwise commanding aura. "Keep those pretty eyes on me, miss bodyguard."

The song in his voice and the use of your title in the context of your activities had you drawing in a breath, suddenly hyperaware of the way the tip of his cock would reach deep into your cunt.

A protest fell from your lips. "B-but, that's—mnh—not when it feels s-so—"

"Good?"

With a grunt, Rafayel rocked forward with that same force that had you losing all sense of coherence. Whatever words you had on your lips turned only to broken moans of his name, and a deep chuckle confirmed that he was pleased with it.

Though already searing under his touch, the heat of his gaze seemed to burn right into you as his fingers slowly trailed down the side of your face, gripping your chin if only to keep you steady. "See, that's what I like to see." His eyes narrowed in satisfaction, voice barely a whisper. "Brave, valiant, trusty little miss bodyguard... all fucked out and vulnerable, for me."

A gasp from you was the only reaction he would get, before he was fucking into you, hips smacking hard against your pelvis in a pace much faster than what he had started with. He'd barely given you a chance to process all that he'd said, but he meant it—his eyes never strayed from yours, watching your every movement and every reaction.

"A-ah— R-Rafa—ye—el—!"

He didn't miss the helpless parting of your lips, didn't miss the way your face contorted in pleasure, didn't miss your chopped, rapid breaths trying to keep yourself grounded—and he definitely didn't miss the desperate clawing of your nails on his back. When you arched to meet his thrusts, this time with a moan louder than the hushed whispers you'd been spouting the whole night, he leaned against your forehead with a smirk.

"Now that's music to my ears. Let's keep going like this, shall we? Miss bodyguard~"

⁺₊ / an: rafayel gets the spotlight for my first post on here because god i'm so obsessed with the way he calls us miss bodyguard.

++requests are open! ask away, lovelies 💕

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[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

Love & Deepspace Masterlist; organized alphabetically by character and fic type.

★ = personal fave/recommended. ◆ = request WIP.

oneshot = ≤1.5k words ; short fic = <1.5k words

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to you who shines the brightest (i'll give you everything) : a kieran x mc!reader series. coming soon.

youtiful : on your darker days, the love & deepspace boys soothe you through your anxieties. [3/5 ; caleb, rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne]

nsfw alphabet : caleb, jenna, jeremiah, luke & kieran, thomas [incomplete]

::: oneshots

Treacherous

This Love Is Ours (Kinktober 2024 - Nipple Play)

::: drabbles/short fics

Got me thinkin' Nonsense

Only bought this dress so you could take it off (Kinktober 2024 - Suspension) ◆

::: caleb braindumps

the hope there is in ending

::: oneshots

i'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands ★

Muse

Breathe ◆

::: drabbles/short fics

your eyes

sit still (Kinktober 2024 - Deepthroating)

moonlit waves (Kinktober 2024 - Body Worship) ◆

::: oneshots

-

::: drabbles/short fics

Don't Make Me Bad (Addicted to You) [Kinktober 2024 - scent kink] ◆

Once Upon A December

::: sylus braindumps

predebut sylus thoughts

::: oneshots

Candy ★

Every word feels like a shooting star ★

Have we met before?

Pretty Little Mess

Red Lights

to love you more (Kinktober 2024 - Praise) [Lumiere]

the stars are jealous knowing you're by my side (Kinktober 2024 - Cum Play)

Your Highness, Believe Me. (Kinktober 2024 - Master/Servant) [Prince!Xavier] ★

::: drabbles/short fics

Behave ◆

Sweet Nothing ◆

::: xavier braindumps

lumiere

21 days

"i love you in every universe"

blobbu event (1) (2)

hualian agenda (tag) (long post)

no restraint

floral blessings

::: oneshots

Labyrinth ◆

to the end of happiness

you look wonderful tonight

if i can have you (Kinktober 2024 - Breeding Kink) [Dawnbreaker]

::: drabbles/short fics

Pulse (Kinktober 2024 - Cardiophilia)

::: oneshots

Begin Again ; Jeremiah ★

Don't Let Me Love You ; Kieran ★

I Like It ; Luke

pretty girl ; Luke & Kieran (Kinktober 2024 - Somnophilia)

So it goes... ; Jeremiah

::: drabbles/short fics

Allow Me ; Greyson (Kinktober 2024 - Facesitting)

lock me in this dream ; Luke (Kinktober 2024 - Cuddlefucking)

kiss me or leave me ; Kieran (Kinktober 2024 - Dry Humping)

Pick me up, no headlights ; Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne

::: headcanons

69 hcs (xavier)

Awkward moments during sex (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne)

Corruption kink hcs (xavier)

Eating you out (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne, jeremiah)

Giving him a blowjob (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne)

How he acts in bed (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne)

How he teases you (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne)

Lacy Lingerie; somnophilia hcs (caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne)

Praising you (caleb, rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne, jeremiah, luke and kieran)

Soft and slow vs. rough and fast (rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne)

::: misc

luke & kieran analyses— (1) (2)

ask brainrots— (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31) (32) (33) (34) (35)

old lndrp threads— (1) (2)

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≡;-꒰ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑼𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

╰┈➤ ❝ sylus x afab!reader | nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pre-debut sylus? LMAO, on the tamer side of things, zero plot, sexual implications (but no actual sex), sexual tension (lots of it), teasing, heavy petting, kissing, praise, dirty talk (ish), use of pet names "dearheart" "little robin" "love", just pure unawarranted self-indulgence. lmk if i missed any tags!!

wc : 1k

an : obviously zero canon basis so take this as you will, but i guess a girl can dream! (thanks for the brainrot @unluckywisher you know what you did)

"Dance with me, dearheart."

You knew well what it was like to drown.

The tilt of his head, the subtle tug of the corner of his lips—his eyes were half-lidded, eyebrows raised as he looked at you. But whether from amusement or sheer exasperation at your lack of response, you couldn't quite tell anymore.

You'd been trapped in his allure from the start—there was no more escaping this from you.

You knew well what it was like to drown.

His presence was all-consuming.

"Cat got your tongue, little robin?"

His voice rang in your ear as near proof of it. Smooth, sultry, an octave lower than you were used to.... Yet it was still, always, a tremor so mellow. It melted cleanly with the music. Nearly seamless.

You could barely hear the waltz over your own thoughts, all counting and timing lost in this whirlwind of him. There was none that you could look at but him. None that you could think of but him. As if the world would slow to a stop, nevermind the twirls and the spins of your movements—in this moment, what existed, alone, was you, and him.

Your own little world.

And it might as well have been that way.

The dance was the last thing on your mind; now, you'd become alarmingly aware of the placement of his hands—a hold so intimate, so close, much more than the two of you had ever been. He had your right hand clasped tightly in his, held out slightly to the side, and he kept you close. Everything he did seemed to dictate your movements, the way your hand would rest on his shoulder, the way you were flush against his body as the two of you swayed to the melodies... Fingers traced the curve of your spine downwards, nearly a caress, dipping to rest just above the small of your back.

You could feel the warmth of his touch even through the fabric of your dress.

It was scalding.

The heat in your body was impalpable.

You watched as his lips danced into a smile, so smug, so aware of the effect that he had on you... his crimson eyes had you captivated in a look of authority, so hard to look away from.

And then his head dipped down, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek, his lips finding the shell of your ear:

"You've been awfully quiet, dearheart. I need to hear you."

You didn't really have time to register your response.

"...I just don't have anything t—"

A sudden twirl of your body had his hold digging into your waist, before slowly sliding upwards to steady you—and you hadn't noticed, anymore, how you'd gotten into this position. It was effective enough to render you in a speechless shock. Body tilted down into a dip, your head fell back, leg sliding up his thigh, and he grinned.

It would play out exactly as he wished it to.

"Sylus," you gasped—you were pulled back against his chest in the next moment, and this time, his hand dipped lower.

The sensations were overwhelming.

Slow, timely music continued to play in the background, his breathing soft against your lips as he pressed his temple to yours... Yet the mirth in his eyes would never leave. He had you in his hands just as a feline would, toying a mouse; that much was clear as you felt a shiver run through your body, his lips making contact with the side of your jaw.

"You're not thinking anything indecent, are you, love?" he chuckled, a low rumble that nearly had you whimpering.

"N-no, I..."

"Ah, ah. It's not good for a robin to lie. You know very well that I do know... I know you too well, don't you see?"

His eyes narrowed, and your breath hitched in response.

"You want me, don't you, dearheart?"

His lips moved from your jaw down to your neck, sucking harshly on a particular spot that had you letting out a quiet moan. Your head tilted upwards to allow him more space, and there was that chuckle again. "Mmm. Such a sweet sound. Such a pretty, pretty little robin."

He didn't need to say what else was on his mind; you knew what would have come next.

Such a defenseless, charmed, obedient little robin.

Because he would always call you that when he was pleased.

He too tilted his head back, lapsing your position to place his hand underneath your chin, leaving you no choice but to keep your eyes on him.

And perhaps, that was exactly what had you snapping.

Without giving your desires a second thought any longer, you brought your lips up to his, eyes closing, reveling in the feeling of such plush impropriety against you. You were closer than close. You'd brought your arms over his neck, his own hands making slow, meaningful strokes up over the side of your body.

"And the little robin makes her move."

It was mocking, almost.

Yet, there was another spin before your body returned pulled up against him, the feel of every desire, so unabashed between the two of you in this moment, laid bare before you. His hands smoothed down your waist to grip onto you, pressing you against him—

You could tease, and perhaps you would have, had you not felt the obvious gather of slick between your own thighs.

A lost cause.

He knew, too, you surmised. What with the way he pulled you back into a kiss, licking into your mouth, head tilted to deepen the scope of all his intentions.

The kiss was slow, at first.

Unhurried.

Sweet, despite it all; in time with the music, even as your swaying slowed to a stop, footsteps moving back, back, back, until you nearly crashed into a wall. Bodies pressed so tightly together, the melody moving into its crescendo, your legs hoisted up and wrapped around his waist—

You were panting, naturally, the next you pull apart.

Your arms remained hooked around his neck, the sight of his slightly disheveled appearance, the flush on either of your cheeks more than obvious. He hummed, this time, leaning into you, tongue finding the soft spot behind your ear.

"What a shame," he whispered. His teeth grazed against your skin. The slightest nip had you gasping, the tingle of it zipping straight down to your core. "It turns out you won't be keeping that dress on for the rest of the evening, after all."

⁺₊ / an: tbh just like. idk i have zero excuses for this, we die like men

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