imagine having drunk car sex with subby robin(hsr)... fuck imagine spilling some wine over her body and licking it off HSWHSUWHUSEB i want her so abd
the halovian had deemed it as inappropriate considering you were both in a moving vehicle, the driver being in there nonetheless, so why were you here spitting such nonsense?
well to put it simply, a celebration after one of her performances had gotten you in this intoxicated state, and she was not at all surprised to see you stumbling around and mumbling dumb, sweet nothings into her ear
it was already quarter to midnight by the time the party was over, and now the two of you are stuck at the back of the limousine, and robin espies your intense gaze on her, those hazy (e/c) irises staring at her being like some sort of foreign thing. the winged woman gulps, knowing where this would end up thanks to proper understanding of your behaviour from past events
your next action confirms her thoughts ; shifting next to her and feeling your arm creep around her waist, squirming in her seat while your lips plant against the inside of one of her wings, gradually trailing from the soft bundles of feathers down to her neck. the sensation of your soft lips on her skin elicits quiet sighs, though she was supposed to be obligated to push you away, her body instinctively leans into your touch, seeking more of that irresistible warmth.
each touch sets her body on fire, rekindling that restrained desire hidden behind several weeks worth of work. her hums sound in the back of the car, unable to hide her desire, satisfied with your lecherous ministrations. when your foreplay was done, you're ridding yourself of your own clothes, as well as robin's, determined to make the most of this long travel.
both of you are naked in the backseat, your mouth latching onto her skin, addicted to her taste and scent. to spice things up, you're taking a spare bottle of wine in one of the hidden compartments, popping it open and gently spilling it all over her slicked body, groaning at the sight of the red liquor trickling all over that fair skin.
the surprise comes later, replaced with newfound sense of arousal, robin moans when your tongue laps up at the liquid glazing her body, unable to peel her eyes off the sight of you salaciously delighting in her wine coated skin. the mere idea had popped out of nowhere, but it had served properly as a way to enjoy drunkenness on a whole new level. when your head makes its' way back up to hers, your lips press against hers and the halovian can taste the sumptuous, rich wine on your tongue, humming in approval and satisfaction. robin can feel herself getting immersed in the taste, finally aware of as to why you had been consuming so many of such.
"taste so fuckin' good for me, pretty girl," you're groaning against her lips, giving her a few more pecks before pulling back, your hand reaching to ghost above her wet cunt, feeling her wetness ebb at the tip of your fingers.
a whimper escapes her lips when your digits rub all over her wetness, thighs trembling from the euphoric feeling. her quiet noises turn into slightly louder whines, clawing at your arm when two fingers sink into her warmth, creating filthy, sloshing sounds that splash onto the faux leather fabric of the car seat (you gotta clean it up after y'know).
her eyes roll back then snap shut when your pace becomes faster, much more eager to see her come undone. she can't help the filthy mess she makes, not when your fingers have her legs shaking and inner walls spasming. you moan in tandem with her, the pleasure she's experiencing fueling your own desires.
"ah, ah- 'm so close, please-" you silence her breathy moans with a kiss, chuckling when you pull away. her wings flap rapidly, moving up to cover her flushed face when your tongue traces circles all over her upper body, licking up the soaked mess of wine on her breasts.
"you gonna cum for me, my angel?" you mumble against one of her tits, earning a desperate nod from her. with that affirmation, you curl your fingers inside, hitting that sweet spot within her, cooing when her hips stutter and grind against your hand. "go on, cum for me."
the last few loud moans she lets out and the spasming of her cunt is all you need to know she's close, placing a thumb above her clit to help her come undone faster. with a suck to her nipple, she comes undone in your arms, thighs shaking uncontrollably and copious amounts of slick coat your hand. you hold her through every moment of it, pulling away from her breast to come up and place several kisses on her forehead, whispering praises. her orgasm starts to die down, her breathing evening through the slow rise and fall of her chest, and with the way her wings flap open to reveal her exhausted face.
your lips curl into a smile, then you retract your fingers from her sore hole, moaning at the amount of slick that webs at your skin. taking them in your mouth, you hum in delight, still hazed from drunkenness, the taste of the halovian serving as a remedy. "you taste so good, angel."
she's limp in your arms, still a bit shaky from her orgasm but you don't seem to mind it one bit. after all, the night is still young, and it's still a long way until you both are home.
thank aeons there had been a partition wall in this limo, or all of this wouldn't have happened. just pray that the driver hadn't heard anything, or else you're in deep trouble with another certain halovian.
