Caught sleeping (MF, noncon, somno)

Tori thinks her clothes are almost comfortable enough to fall asleep in. Just black leggings and a white tank top, and the black bra clearly visible underneath. The high cut of the top does nothing to hide the way her breasts strain against the thin fabric, pulling it so tight that it’s practically see through. She catches a glance of herself in the mirror and bites her lip – earlier tonight, she’d gotten dressed so fast that she hadn’t noticed, and now unbidden comes the flash of memories from earlier tonight, the men who let their eyes flick down for just a second too long before hastily pulling themselves back to attention. Smiling tightly, struggling to keep their hands at their sides. It was so blindingly obvious.

She casts her mind back for details. Who had she talked to? Who had noticed? Everyone, probably. *But who do I remember…*

Him. Her roommate, Zade, is asleep right across the hallway, and – yes. He was definitely staring earlier. With even less subtlety than anyone else at the bar. Barely hiding at all.

What an interesting night. She shakes her head and pulls the top off, crossing her arms over her head, letting her chest rise and then fall as she drops it onto the floor. It’s been a long night, and the last dregs of alcohol are still buzzing through her brain. She’ll tidy everything up tomorrow.

*He should have told me.* Tori’s leggings follow the shirt, falling crumpled by her bedside. She climbs onto the mattress, squirming slightly as her thin panties rub against the side. They match her bra, black and shiny, and they’re so light – the ad had said they were like wearing nothing at all, and she hasn’t been disappointed. She pulls the white sheet up to her neck, then rolls onto her side. Her eyes do not close. She just can’t resist peeking under the sheet, just for a moment. Her tits press together so nicely when she lies like this, nearly spilling out of their cups. Usually she’d grab a t-shirt, but tonight – Idly, she presses a hand to her chest, delving her manicured fingers into the space between her breasts, squeezing one and then the other, letting herself appreciate what she’d been inadvertently showing off all night.

*Zade could have told me*, she thinks again, suddenly indignant. But she knows that would be hard for him. Guys are awkward about that kind of thing. Especially him. And as for the staring, well… Tori grins, giving herself another indulgent squeeze. Who wouldn’t? She trails her fingertip over one of her nipples, then pinches, glowing at the pleasant shiver it sends through her body. *I hope he was staring*, she thinks. *I hope they all were. Teasing is so fun…* She folds her bra cups back, continuing her rapturous play, tugging and shoving and prodding, sighing when she finds something she particularly likes. Poor boys. She giggles aloud, letting her eyes close as her right hand slides down the curve of her waist. *All they can do is stare. I, on the other hand…*

She skims her fingernails over her hips, her ass, pressing into the soft skin and flushing with self-satisfaction. *Maybe I’ll dress like that again tomorrow,* she muses. *Act like it was an accident.* She turns onto her back, pulling back the sheets and parting her thighs. *Maybe I’ll even act angry at Zade if I catch him this time.* Her nails dig into the soft inner flesh of her thighs, white knuckled. *Jump around all enraged until my tits bounce. See if I can get him to blush.*

It’s late, and Tori’s thoughts cloud quickly, becoming more and more deluded, slipping into pure fantasy and then pure dreams as her finger pads reach for her burning cunt. Her eyes flutter, her hand falls limp, and something creaks slowly and softly in the hallway.

Zade waits until Tori’s breaths are slow and steady before cracking her door open. He eases slowly into her room, setting the door back onto its hinges with practiced ease.

The sight before him – it’s almost disappointing. She should know better than to sleep without her clothes. Zade shakes his head. He expected more from her. Although, to be fair, she’d barely managed to cover herself in public tonight. Maybe it was unreasonable to seek modesty from such a tease.

Besides, it’s not like she’s got everything on display. Not yet. Just the swells of her breasts and the top line of her panties. The rest lies under the thin blanket, shielded – barely – from his prying eyes.

His fingers are prying, too. And swift. They uncover her and turn her towards him without waking her up, leaving her on her side covered only in her underthings, her breasts spilling from their cups, her thong nothing more than a scrap over her ass. She stirs slightly. Nothing more.

“Such a slut,” Zade whispers, his voice quiet but sharp. “Who dresses like this for bed?” He raises an eyebrow and shifts her thong aside. “Ah.” Under the thin fabric, her pussy is smooth – and wet. “Fell asleep like this, hm? I wonder if you were still touching yourself when you drifted off.” Still, Tori makes no noise and does not move. “I’m surprised such a filthy little whore can sleep this soundly.”

Zade shifts her again, slowly easing her onto her stomach. “Let’s see what I can do to wake you up.” He pulls her arms up from where they rest, holding her wrists together behind her back. From the pocket of his sweatshirt comes a pair of handcuffs. They catch moonlight from the window.

“Couldn’t even manage to pull the blinds down?” murmurs Zade. He snaps the cuffs into place, then sets her wrists gingerly over her spine. “Anyone could see you like this, you know.” He pauses to listen as Toro mutters something in her sleep. It’s entirely incomprehensible. “Concerned? I’d be worried too, sweetheart. Especially since I don’t plan on closing them.”

He has other implements in his room, but he’s patient. He’s only brought the handcuffs tonight, and the pocket of his sweatshirt is empty. He pulls it over his head, folding it neatly before tucking it under the bed. The white T-shirt underneath skims the zipper of his jeans, which he quickly undoes. “Hmm.” With one large palm, he cleaves Tori’s soft thighs open. More delicately, he hooks his fingers on the silk of her panties and pushes it aside. He’s rewarded with a whimper and a restless squirm. *Careful,* he tells himself. It’s not quite time yet.

It’s close, though. Zade mounts the bed, straddling his captive. He stares for a moment, drinking in the way Tori’s waist melts into her hips, how her ass and thighs are tilted up, just a bit, as if she’s just begging him to take her behavior into his own hands. Begging him to teach her soaked, dirty cunt a lesson. He pulls back the band of his boxers until his cock slaps against his stomach. He forces it down, dragging it lightly across Tori’s ass and towards her waiting cunt, teasing himself with the entrance. He spits on his hand and strokes himself, suppressing a sigh as her sleeping form whimpers and shudders again. “You don’t mind, do you?” he murmurs, his voice light and caring. “I’ll stop if you tell me.”

Tori only squirms in her sleep, pushing herself firmly against Zade’s cock. “If you say so, sweetheart.” He eases the tip of his cock inside her, sighing as he’s surrounded by her warmth. She’s so tight, so wet, and he can’t help but slide the rest inside, thrusting forward until she’s full. He feels in his back pocket for his phone, lining the camera up with the curve of her ass, catching the way the lips of her cunt wrap tight around his cock. He takes the picture. The flash is on. The ringer is on. She wakes up just as he starts the video.

He sees the moment of confusion, the moment where she freezes before turning around, gaze widening then hardening in fear and betrayal. “What the fuck – no -“

Zade grabs her neck. “Take it,” he says, brandishing the still-running video. “And maybe I’ll keep this to myself.” He pushes her down, forcing her face back into the mattress. “In fact…” he sets the phone down, but keeps the video running, capturing the sounds, catching the wet slap as he thrusts hard inside her. “Tell me you want it. Tell me how much you’re enjoying this.”

“What – Zade…”

He shoves his cock deeper, making her gasp incoherently as he grabs her wrists behind her back. “Get talking, slut.”

“Mmm…” Tori can’t help but shove back, pressing her hips back against Zade as he fucks into her. “Please keep going. You feel sooo good.”

He threads his arm around her neck, squeezing the sides of her throat until her pleas are replaced by soft, sensuous moans. “That’s right. You were asking for it tonight, weren’t you? Showing yourself off like that? You were fucking begging someone to fuck you.”

“Mmm…” She finally notices the handcuffs, and pulls her wrists taught, snapping back into her state frightened desperation. “I mean – no. I wasn’t. Let me go.”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” His hand tightens on her neck again, squeezing the last bit of protest out of her mouth. “I’ll come inside of you if you keep talking like that. Is that what you want?”

Tori sighs softly, her fists behind her back clenching at empty air. She’s squirming on his cock, still, back and forth, twisting underneath him. Moaning, sighing, practically drooling, pulling his cock deeper and deeper inside –

Zade releases his cum inside of her, spilling over before either of them even have a moment realize what’s about to happen. It’s messy, dripping slick and wet out of her cunt as soon as he pulls away, and the feeling of it on her thighs is enough to set her off again.

“What did you do?” Tori whines, squeezing her legs together.

“Exactly what you deserved.” He yanks her up, flipping her deftly into a sitting position in front of him. She stares up with wide eyes, taking in his still-hard cock as he firmly grips her hair. “You’re going to clean me off now, Tori,” he instructs, reaching for his phone with his other hand. “And we’re gonna listen to this while you do it. Maybe if I like it enough, we can make another one tomorrow.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rtwrse/caught_sleeping_mf_noncon_somno