☆ lia's birthday calendar
day 17: somno x oscar (op81)
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☆ warnings: reader fucks osc in his sleep, osc returns the favour when he wakes up before her. needy!osc x needy!reader, mutual somno, unprotected p in v, praise, slight objectification, switchy, osc is a whiny horny mess ⋆ inspo: (x) (x) (x)
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it’s winter break. oscar is asleep.
so much is demanded from osc. the noise, the pressure. the expectation of performance. so in winter break, sleep takes over oscar so easily. he's knocked out.
he just lets go and rests.
but it’s been too long. too long since you enjoyed him.
you lie beside him in bed. you can see the tension melt out of his body. his breathing low and steady. he's properly asleep. one arm is draped over his head. the other rests near your waist, not quite touching you. he reached out for you out of habit but fell asleep like that. he looks soft. warm and sensitive.
you lie there staring at him for awhile. you don't move.
there’s something about the way he looks when osc is sleeping. he’s completely unguarded. it makes your thoughts narrow. makes your thoughts filthy. you tell yourself you’re just keeping him company. finally reconnecting after so many weeks apart. just staying close.
but he's just there, so soft and sleepy. his little lashes resting against his cheeks. mouth slightly parted. his bunny teeth peeking out. fuck, he looks so pretty like this.
you need him.
you shift closer. just a little. testing.
he doesn’t move.
your fingers trace his skin. slow, claiming. you don’t touch him to wake him. you touch him just because you can.
because he’s yours.
the entitlement feels obscene and so delicious, all at once.
your hand is resting on him. his body responds immediately. not waking, but not ignoring you either. he lets out a small sound in his sleep. he subtly shifts closer.
your breath hitches when you notice. you give him time. some space to pull away.
he doesn’t.
so you climb over him. careful and unhurried. you don’t want to wake him, he deserves to rest. you just can’t help taking what you also deserve. you settle your weight exactly onto his bulge. he exhales softly. his body is reacting to you, but his mind stays hazy. it’s instinctual. his hand twitches against the sheets. it’s his tiny tell. he wants this.
you smile.
“always so responsive, osc. you always want me.” you murmur.
you take your time.
you drag your cunt back and forth on his clothed cock.the anticipation feels heavy. the friction feels amazing. after a few drags, you take his cock out. he’s so hard. so fucking pretty. his cock is this unmistakable sign that he wants you just as badly as you want him. even when he's so out of it. he always wants you. and you want him.
you push your underwear to the side. you sink on his cock. fuck. your cunt fits around his cock so nicely. so warm and wet. oscar whines.
you start to move slowly. every little bounce draws another subtle reaction from him. a stuttered breath, a low sound caught in his throat. he doesn’t wake up, but his body answers you anyways. he’s so honest. so fucking good for you.
that’s what gets to you.
the way oscar gives in to whatever you need from him. whatever you want from him. you know he loves it just as much.
oscar senses warmth. a lot of it, all around him. his cock twitches inside you. the feeling creeps into his dream. he’s unsure whether this is reality or a horny thought. his breath is hitching. muscles tightening and loosening. you keep using his cock for your pleasure. you keep riding him.
he stretches your cunt so fucking well.
you lean down, pressing your mouth to his neck. you suck lightly on his pale skin. you want to mark him, claim him. your hips keep rocking on his cock. slow and gentle, taking what you need. his brows furrow. soft, confused sounds keep slipping from his lips. he’s almost awake, just not quite yet.
you don’t stop. you keep fucking yourself onto his cock. you’re indulging your own craving. so greedy, so certain. he looks so fucking pretty like this. used. taken apart in his sleep. giving you whatever you need.
and god, you need more of him.
he shifts. his hips respond to you before his eyes even open. he's fucking up into you. slowly, but surely. his hand lifts, hovering over your hips. he’s not sure know what to do with it. his eyes open slowly.
“osc,” you moan softly. you don't want to startle him. so sweet.
his eyes blink open slowly. unfocused. pretty lashes fluttering. it takes a moment for everything to settle in for osc. he sees you above him. on him. your tits bouncing, your hips rocking. so pretty and determined. so needy for him.
his face goes pink immediately. he murmurs something incoherent. a whine, a whimper.
you don’t answer. you rest your hands more firmly on his chest. you fuck him harder. bouncing up and down the length of his cock. his cockhead repeatedly bruising your sweet needy spot. you’re chasing your own pleasure. you’re letting him feel it. feel you.
realisation hits him all at once.
his breath catches, all sharp and dizzy. not fear or confusion. just pure awe. his hands tighten on your hips. there’s a flicker of something so shy in his eyes. it makes your stomach tighten.
“oh. you… wanted me this badly?” he sincerely asks. he's almost embarrassed, so fucking adorable.
you pause.
you give him the chance to pull away. he doesn’t. his eyes stay on you. shifting his gaze between your face and where his cock is filling you up so nicely. his eyes widen.
you lean down. you kiss his jaw.
“go back to sleep, osc.” you tell him gently. “ i can take care of it myself.”
the sound he makes is helpless. he melts.
he tries to nod. slow and careful. he tries to relax. so pliant, so exhausted. his body is so willing before his brain can even catch up. his hands fidget at your sides. osc seems unsure whether he’s allowed to touch. you press them down, pinning them softly into the bed.
“shh,” you murmur. “you don’t need to do anything.”
so he doesn’t.
he lets himself sink back into the bed. he’s offering himself without any words. there's trust in it. quiet vulnerability. his eyes slip shut again. every small reaction feels amplified. the way his chest rises faster. how his jaw tightens when your cunt clenches around his cock. it’s like a little nudge, a little wake up call.
“...i like this. knowing you want me this bad. fuck.” he softly admits, almost embarrassed.
what a sweetheart. he's so fucking good to you. you keep taking what you want.
his pubic bone is softly teasing your clit. tingles are running across your back. he’s so fucking pretty underneath you. it all feels so good. the way he responds without restraint. no performance, no control on his end. just raw, instinctive need.
oscar is a little whiny mess beneath you. your cunt keeps hugging his cock so tightly. you keep fucking him. slowly, gently. you don't wanna push him too far. you wanna take care of him, too.
you reach down and play with your own clit. usually, osc handles that. he's always so good to you. even like this, he’s filling you up in the way only he can. you rub tight small circles on your clit. his cock is hitting you slow and deep. he thrusts up into you. you're close. his breathing is ruined. shallow and shaky.
soft little sounds fill your bedroom. oscar's whimpers. oscar's cock is fucking into your wet cunt. your brain can only focus on oscar. how good oscar’s cock feels inside you. how good oscar looks all ruined under you.
and that's it. fuck.
a deep, warm tingle spreads across your whole body. not sharp, not overwhelming. just comforting. a sense of relief. you came around his cock.
he smiles. it's soft and small, but he fucking smiles. you notice it. maybe he's not so out of it as much as you thought. he looks proud. satisfied. he took care of you in his own sleepy way.
you collapse against him, laying on his bare chest. he drifts back to sleep, pulled again by his initial exhaustion. you drift off too, still wrapped around him. calm and satiated.
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morning light comes through. night and day shift, and so do your roles.
light filters in through the curtains. oscar wakes up slowly. his body feels heavy and spent. oversensitive.
he groans quietly. he freezes. memory hits him all at once. the memory of you being so needy and determined to have his cock. you rode him whilst he was asleep. you clenched around his cock whilst he was asleep. you fucked him until you came around his cock.
heat floods his face. but the memory of last night still doesn’t leave him. how you touched him without hesitation. the certainty in your gentle voice. how you needed him so fucking badly.
you’re still asleep beside him. mouth parted, hair messy. innocent and untouched. as if you weren’t the one that utterly ruined him last night.
he lies awake beside you, staring at the ceiling. heart pounding too fast. he’s trying to push the thoughts away. but the memory just won’t leave his brain. it’s filthy. it’s hot. he tells himself to go back to sleep. but he just can’t. his cock hurts. the urge is overwhelming.
he shifts closer. careful and hesitant.
his hand hovers above you before he lets himself touch you. he then gives himself the permission he knows you already gave him. the kind of permission he gave you last night. it’s unspoken but clear.
oscar’s morning need is different from yours. less indulgent, more feral. sharper, more desperate. he can feel it coiled low in his stomach. it’s driving him forward before he’s fully awake enough to argue with himself.
he shifts even closer. gets bolder when you don’t move. his breath tickles your skin. his hands settle at your hips. you sigh softly.
that cute sound almost made him lose himself right there and then. you’re still bare, reminding him of how you used him for your own pleasure. he gets needier the more he thinks about it. oscar’s brain is only focused on how good you felt wrapped around him. no other thoughts, just the warm wet feeling of your cunt.
fuck. without thinking, he takes his cock out of his boxers.
“i’m sorry… i just- fuck, i need you.” he whispers, barely audible.
he's so hard, leaking already. he teases your clit with his cockhead. you’re asleep, but you still deserve to feel good underneath him. and your clit is just always so sensitive for him. he always wants to treat you so well. he presses his cock between your folds. just enough to test.
a needy soft whine escapes your lips.
“fuuuuck…” osc whines to himself.
he pushes his cock inside you. your cunt is so warm. so fucking welcoming. he’s not patient anymore. he starts fucking you. his thrusts are fuelled by instinct. guided by hunger. not a single thought in oscar’s horny needy brain. he’s lost in your cunt. just fucking into you, shamelessly. rutting into you.
he’s feeling so guilty. so ashamed. so pathetic.
“fuck fuck fuck…baby, im sorry. fuck, it’s so soo fucking good…” he’s rambling.
his cock keeps thrusting into you. rapid and shallow. osc is too lost in your cunt to try and make it last long like usual. what a feral mess. he’s not even able to stay quiet anymore. your cunt is making him too stupid. osc can’t stop himself from chasing the friction. chasing the relief. he glances at you, checking for any signs of discomfort.
there aren’t any. he fucks into you harder.
you lean closer to him in your sleep. you’re seeking him and his cock even when asleep. you’re such a pretty slut for him. your body welcomes everything oscar gives you. and fuck, does that ruin him completely.
it’s all the encouragement he needs.
“fuck. you want me. even like this, you still want me.” awe and perverted horniness all tangled in his words.
he’s chasing his own high. not careless, oscar is never careless with your pretty body. fuck, he’s so grateful to you. grateful for how sweet you are to him. how sweet your cunt tastes. how well your cunt squeezes his cock.
fuck. he wants to breed you in your sleep.
he buries his face into your neck, breathing you in. your scent pushes him to the edge. it makes him worse. his thrust turn needier, more uneven. he has blushy cheeks and messy hair. he can’t stand it anymore. the guilt of using your tight cunt whilst you’re so peacefully asleep. the pure pleasure each time his cock drives into your cunt, stretching you out to fit him so tightly.
but the guilt fades quickly. it’s drowned by the memories of you being so fucking slutty earlier. you couldn’t even control yourself, you needed his cock. you fucked him in his sleep. you rode him until your cunt milked his cock. he deserves to use your cunt. oscar deserves to use your body to make himself feel good, too. he buries his face in your shoulder and keeps wrecking your needy hole.
it’s just feels so right. so warm, so tight.
“so so so good. fuckkkk. way too fucking good. holy shit.” he’s a pathetic mess.
you’re feeling yourself being held too tightly. not uncomfortable. just owned, used. you don’t open your eyes. you don’t need to.
oscar is not hiding how much he wants you. you feel it in the way his hips snap forward. his hands roam all over your tits. his body is doing all the work, his brain lost in that stupid horny daze.
“osc…” you murmur softly.
he freezes the second he realises you’re awake.
“oh shit. i-” he starts, mortified. “i’m so fucking sorry… i didn’t mean to wake-“
“fucking me in my sleep? god, osc. you learn so quickly.”
he exhales. your words pushed him too close, too quickly. he pulls out of your warm cunt and taps his cockhead on your clit.
“i just couldn’t stop thinking about last night.” voice so primal yet almost apologetic.
you thread your fingers into his hair. holding him right where he is. he winces. you tug on his hair, and he immediately fucks his cock into you again. you want him. no words needed.
the relief on his face is immediate. devastating. his control is all gone. he fucks into you harshly. frantic and needy. as if he’s afraid you’ll change your mind soon. breath stuttering. hips snapping into you with clear purpose.
“fuck, osc. don’t stop. please, don’t.”
“i feel ridiculous,” he rambles under his breath. “like i need you more than i should. balls deep inside you and i still fucking need more of you.”
you smile into the pillow. “good. use me.”
holy fucking shit. that does it.
with a low and wrecked groan, his grip tightens all over you. he’s making up for all the days he’s been held back. all the days he had to jack off to you in shitty hotel bathrooms.
you wrap your legs around his waist. his eyes are glassy, completely gone. he’s completely lost in your cunt. you’re letting him take what he needs. what he deserves.
“such a mess pretty mess, all needy like this.” you tease softly, thumbs brushing his cheeks.
he nods helplessly. such a good boy. cheeks flushed, eyes bright. skin glistening with warmth.
“you just feel so fucking good. want you so so bad.” he admits.
there’s something sincere in the way he says it. earnest, honest. desperate in a way that makes your chest ache and your cunt tighten around his cock. he’s not thinking. not performing. he’s just chasing.
“do i feel good?” you murmur.
he whimpers at that. forehead dropping to your shoulder. cock fucking into you harshly.
“fuck, yes. soooo fucking good. i promise.” he says immediately. “i love you. fuck-“
“i love you too osc. love how your cock feels, too.”
“…you do?”
you nod against him, smiling faintly.
“so needy and cute. fucking me so well.” you murmur, fond and warm.
your praise pushes him to the edge. you’re enabling him. enabling his horny needy self. he’s so impatient, couldn’t wait until he stuffs you full of his cock. couldn’t wait until he could feel your cunt squeeze him so tightly. your cunt feels more than a want. it’s a need.
he cums. it’s sudden. you feel the warmth of his cum inside you. he hides his face against your neck. he’s almost ashamed. it’s endearing.
he collapses against you. he lifts his head. eyes soft and unsure. he’s searching your face for any signs of regret.
“i’m sorry for waking you up. i didn’t mean to, i swear.” he admits softly. “…just couldn’t stop thinking about how much you wanted me last night.”
you smile. thumb brushing softly on his pink cheeks.
“that’s very okay. i liked it.”
he shuts his eyes, and rests his head on you again.
fuck, he’s already thinking about the next time.
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couldn’t make up my mind if i wanted to write abt oscar fucking his girl in her sleep, or him getting fucked in his sleep ??? so i wrote both <3 !! it was hard lol