Cw: Somnophilia and lowkey cucking? but it's mostly somno
I couldn't stop thinking about Robin somno so here's a one-shot to get it out of my head. This ended up being more than 1k words, so sorry... i got too into the idea...
It's yet another night in this cursed town and those found still wandering the streets would find themselves harassed by beasts and dregs of society. But not Gwen. No, tonight he's decided to take refuge in his childhood bedroom. The week prior had been full of adventure and torment of all types, so some proper sleep would do him good, he thought.
The curtains are drawn along the windows, blocking out the subtle light of the full moon and plunging his room into pure darkness; or rather it would, spare the dimly blinking light of the owl plush perched atop his wardrobe. His silky pajamas feel like heaven against his skin, flesh still soft and supple from his nightly bath. He curls up in his bed and lays down for some much needed rest, the blankets hugging his form and lulling him to sleep with little resistance.
The occasional pockets of peace are the only things that makes living in this town all the more bearable.
Though his slumber isn't exactly without interference. Given that this is the orphanage he was raised in, Gwen was no stranger to the things that could happen. Perhaps Bailey would try to sell his unconscious body to some sleazy man to reap at least one of the many payments he'd missed, or maybe his lover Kylar would come sneaking in through the window to steal his dirty laundry and fondle his body upon seeing him on his camera feeds. It was a risk that Gwen was willing to take, especially since he was able to handle these threats all on his own.
Tonight's threat wasn't one he was expecting however.
Kylar had ascended the unused trellis on the side of the orphanage, the usual route he took to get into Gwen's room. He had begun to pick the lock on the window, but a motion at the door stops him dead in his tracks and has him ducking just out of sight. He watches a shadow slink from the doorway and straight to Gwen's bed. At first Kylar jerks up, eyes wide and his face contorting into a sneer as he feels enraged by this new figure attempting to defile his love. Then as he jingles the lock and looks closer, he sees her.
Robin?
Robin was cautious as she slowly slid into bed with Gwen, gliding under the covers with a practiced motion as if she'd done this hundreds of times. She had, however Gwen was usually aware of when she cuddled up beside him. Tonight was different, and Robin knew it, judging by how her heart raced and her face flushed as soon as her eyes landed upon Gwen's sleeping face.
For once in her life she was scared. Scared of being caught. It had been what felt like an eternity since Gwen set foot back in the orphanage, and she missed him. She missed him more than she'd expected.
The two had a very strange relationship, as Gwen viewed Robin as more of a sibling with no possibility of becoming anything more. So when Robin confessed her feelings for him, he laughed her off and waved her aside. Most would resign themselves to unrequited feelings, others would lose the love they had after being so humiliated by the one they loved. Yet not Robin.
Robin had yearned for the boy she couldn't have, leaving a place in her heart for the day he eventually grew tired of both the strange loner boy and the boy whose life barely existed outside of the church. It was odd, and many of the other orphans would tease her for it, but she was never deterred. She'd continue to buy tickets to his shows and relish her seat beside him in history class for as long as she could, until the day he'd fall and she'd be able to swoop in and pick him back up.
Though, Robin did not hold only love in her heart for the boy, but lust. At first it had started as occasional thoughts, day dreams of what he was like in bed or what his lips tasted like. Soon, they turned into fantasies. Fantasies of the two of them scissoring flood her mind almost constantly, their lips mingling with each other in a heated kiss, their juices mixing into the sweetest of ambrosia, the consummation of their love under the cover of night.
These fantasies are what pushed her to slowly slip her fingers under her night gown and down the front of her panties. Her breath hitched as her fingers grazed her clit, and soon she was rubbing circles against it as she stared longingly at Gwen. Gwen softly snored, none the wiser.
Robin watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath, her fingers slipping past her folds as she fingered herself in time with his breathing, eyes not once ever drawing away from his. She began to let her mind wander, her brows furrowing as she recalled the fantasies that had plagued her days prior. Her body shuffles closer, but not close enough to touch. She doesn't want to accidentally rouse him as she continues to pump a finger in and out of her folds, which soon turns to two as she feels she needs more than a single digit.
She pictures everything that had come to her prior, though her fantasies begin to shift. A question begins to ring out: what's stopping her from slotting herself up against him and taking what she wanted? After all, he was fast asleep, surely she could grind her wetness against his and finally get what she'd wanted.
Then the shame begins to well in her gut. This was her childhood friend! The same one who currently laid before her in such a vulnerable state, asleep and unaware of even her very presence! Was she a bad person for thinking of him in this way? Was she disgusting for wanting to essentially rape her best friend, and him not even know about it?
If he found out about this, would he find her disgusting? Shameful? The shame melts into pleasure, pleasure she hadn't even considered possible. A heat spreads across her face and her lower half as she begins to think of Gwen, not asleep, but awake and sneering at her. Imagining his voice calling her disgusting and cruel names, and spurning her entire existence.
Her fingers move faster as the heat consumes her, her eyes still never leaving Gwen's face. Sweat beads at her forehead, and soon enough her teeth sink into the plush covers of Gwen's bed to muffle her moans of ecstasy. She blinks the stars out of her eyes as her chest rises and falls, her breathing evening out as she rode the wave of her afterglow. After a deep sigh with a sense of finality, she began to shift out of the bed, then paused.
Wait... This was a perfect opportunity.
She slowly rolled over onto her side, now facing Gwen fully. She stared at his sleeping face, then shifted closer. Slowly, her hand reached out, and she gently traced along his lower stomach. She was gentle, ensuring that Gwen wouldn't rouse from her touch.
When it seemed that Gwen was still fast asleep, her fingers continued. She slipped them down the front of his silky pants, the pads of her fingers feeling the softness of his groin. She felt him flinch and froze, then sighed a breath of relief when he didn't rouse. Her fingers continued lower until they felt the hood of his clit.
Another shudder worked its way through Gwen's body and a soft whine left his lips, yet he was far from being awake. Robin's eyes glinted in the darkness as she leaned closer, wanting to hear more of his wonderful noises.
Her fingers slowly found his clit, though his was different from hers. It was larger, and the more she touched the more it throbbed under her fingers. The hood of his clit felt much like a small shaft, so her fingers shifted to grasp it properly. Between her index and thumb she began to slowly stroke, pumping his clit that pulsed with each rub.
His breathing hitched, more and more soft whimpers left his lips, and Robin was enthralled. She leaned closer and closer, listening and taking in the way his brows twitched and his lip quivered. To see a boy who was usually so neat and composed mewling into the night was heady. Her fingers would continue to pump, occasionally stopping to slip a few fingers down towards his entrance to slick up her fingers with his fluids.
She felt herself getting riled up all over again, her eyes riveted to his face as she grew bold. She drew closer and closer, her lips a hair's width away from his. Her lips ghosted against his, and a moan suddenly broke the silence.
Robin's fingers stopped and her head jerked back, eyes wide as she saw Gwen's snap open in bleary confusion. Robin yipped and jerked back, pulling her hands away and rolling out of the bed with a hearty thud. She scuttled out of the room, practically crawling along the floor as she made her quick escape.
Luckily for her, Gwen was only just waking up, and he had no idea who was in front of him not too long ago. He groaned, limbs stretching as he felt the heat in his crotch and the throbbing in his clit. This was unbearable, and he cursed the strange orphan who dared touch him like this.
"Bastard." He hissed under his breath as he sat up and stared down at his crotch. Just as he was about to take care of himself, the window slid open.
Kylar stumbled into the room, his foot catching along the window sill leading to him to splay out on the cold floor of Gwen's bedroom. He quickly jumped to his feet and stared wide eyed at Gwen
"...You'll do." Gwen sighed with a pinching of the bridge of his nose, then he shifted to allow Kylar into his bed.
As Kylar stripped and dropped all of his clothes at the foot of the bed, Robin slowly poked her head out from behind the door, peering at the two lovers. She escaped with a taste of what she'd wanted and Gwen was none the wiser.
Robin found herself slipping a hand up her night gown and the other down her panties, pleasuring herself to the sounds of the two boys now making love in Gwen's bed.
His noises were divine, and she'd hope to one day he'd be making those noises for her.
