♡

you had smiled at him and told him to have a good night before you went to bed. you always closed your door before you went to bed and locked it. this time, you didn't close the door, let alone lock it. you had mentioned to him, in passing conversation, how hot the weather had become. there was only a flimsy old tshirt on your back and a pair of shorts and nothing underneath. your blanket was off your body and you were sleeping peacefully.

or so he thought.

the door creaked open and you could hear footsteps on the floorboard. you were half awake, but almost asleep. you felt a cool on your shoulder as your shirt slipped off. there was some movement on the mattress and you could half feel someone hovering over you. you couldn't tell if it was a dream or if it was reality.

you felt a rough hand go up your thin tshirt and play with your breasts, the other one was wet and something slimy was sliding over it—like a tongue. you felt someone sucking it, but if it was a dream, you wouldn't want to get up. so you drifted again into a dream state, still feeling everything that was happening with your body.

he raised your shirt up your breasts and sucked on them gently, playing with the other one's nipples. you groaned in your sleep when he stopped. he whispered something about you being a sweet girl, working so hard to put all those shows for him behind the door, so he could think about doing this. he apologised to you, saying he couldn't help himself when you looked so pretty for him in a state where you can't be awake to give him attitude.

he sucked on your breasts harsher, putting his hand inside your shorts where he found you soaking wet. he circled your clit, sucking on your neck as you spread your legs for him, moaning his name in your sleep. he trailed a few kisses down your stomach, each one for the apology for the corruption that will follow the ruin of your body at his hands.