#everydrop drabble

[everydrop]

Sweet dreams [DRABBLE] [NS/FW🔞]

CW: Some somnophilia (stated explicitly to be consensual). Gender neutral reader. Not stated specifically whom, but it is a Saja Boy. Grinding.

His breathing was tickling your ear.

It was warm and building moisture against the shell of your ear. His mouth was just barely touching you. Everything else was touching you, however. His face rested against the back of your head and everything down was just a solid mass of heat pressed into you. His arms around your waist and hips. His chest flush against your back. His legs tangled in yours. His cold feet. You carefully tugged your own away, clutching your knees tighter against the warm thigh between them.

It was so nice. You felt locked in place in his arms, like he was the only thing stopping you from simply floating away. Keeping you grounded. In a world where you could have a handsome demon in your bed. What bliss.

You blinked slowly and smiled. You could almost fall back asleep. Almost, except...wait. What was that.

"Mngh," he grunted.

The sound traveled down your spine and erupted your skin into goosebumps. A shivered followed, ending between your legs; where the What was.

It was an erection. He was very much hard and pressed against your ass.

Almost like he knew, even in his sleep, what your attention was on, his hips bucked. You gasped. Even through the two layers of clothing, you could feel how heavy and hot it was. His hips hitched up into you again, before settling into a lazy, slow grind.

Holy shit. He was grinding your ass. In his sleep.

You and him had been together a while. Things like this had been brought up and discussed. You knew the boundaries you two had set. This was covered and more than okay between the two of you. This was just the first time it had happened.

His hands pulled at you. They made you stay still as he pressed deeper into you, like he could enter you if he just used enough force. His claws sunk into your clothes, the sharp tips kissing your skin through the material. The pinpricks of pain sent jolts to your core. When you focused, you see his patterns glowing faintly. Thrumming with his heartbeat, by the looks of it. You were flattered him fast the rhythm was. His dick grinded into your ass. Everytime his hips lowered, the very tip of his cloth covered length just barely pressed where you really wanted it.

You threw your head back against his shoulder, closing your eyes. You were here for the ride. What a ride it was turning out to be. His thrusts were gentle and slow, but they were consistent. It seemed that once his body got a taste of yours, there was nothing that could stop it.

His face slide down along the side of yours. He stopped at your neck. His lips pressed into you, hot, damp and open. You could feel his teeth peeking out. Oh, how you wish he would nibble on you. Leave a mark. His claws would leave marks, but you wanted something visible. Something that would catch his eye in the morning and make realise how much he needed you even in sleep. Instead, you would have his moans: and moan he did.

Little grunts. Heavy pants. Whenever the clothing between you caused a minor snag, he would let a truly pathetic little "hnng". No dirty talking, no teasing, no nothing. Just his primal noises, letting you know how good he was feeling.

His hands suddenly pulled you up. You squeaked as you were dragged against his body and the sheets. His claws dug in, anchoring you and holding you to his liking. Now his dick could pressed directly between your legs. Dragging from apex of your thighs to the cleft of your ass. You cluld feel how wet the tip of it had gotten both of your clothes.

You moaned as his hips his rutted into you. Yes, yes. He was pressing right there, right where you needed him.

"Oh, nng, fuck," he moaned quietly. "Aangh..."

He was still asleep. It sounded slurred and quiet. Still, very longingly.

One his hands unlatched from your hip and traveled lower. Lower. Then...

You had to throw a hand over your mouth as his hand reached down to touch you exactly where you needed him to. A wanton noise still escaped, loud in the mostly quiet room.

Another one slipped as he started to grind harder and faster into you. It truly was like he was trying to fuck you. Maybe he was dreaming he was. That he was inside you, filling you up. That he pressed deep your core and acting like he was never gonna leave. No plans other than to give you pleasure, so that he could feel how your insides clenched on him. Sucking him dry, desperate to have him fill you even deeper.

Oh fuck. You needed him inside you yesterday.

You rolled over and pressed back into the bed. You tell the exact moment he woke up. His claws unlatched and there was a sudden shock of bright yellow. His eyes, wide and staring up at you. His pupils were huge, almost swallowing up all that yellow.

"Gonna, aah, finish what you started, eh," you said, giving him a hard grind, "pretty boy?"

"Ooh shit, mngh," he gasped, arching his back.

His claws immediately found their place back at you hips, pulling you down and dragging you across his twitching length.

His eyes narrowed up at you and you could hear the grin in his voice, through the rasp of sleep.

"Don't mind if I do, sweet thing."