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L.B. | Drowsy with It All.

TEE HEE BITCHES IM COMING SLAMMING IN WITH SMUT BANG BANG BANG THE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING AND THE CEILING IS COLLAPSING BANG!!!!!!!!

okay but like leave it to me to say no smut and then immediately write smut OMG

REQUESTED BY @HoneyBunchesGalore (YOU SLAYED WITH THIS ONE  🥰)

[i just deleted a five hundred word paragraph about somno enzo brainrot, but it's FINE guys]

warnings;

somnophilia, sub enzo (?), kinda lowkey cnc, ALSO FREE USE KINK ASF?????? and also mentions of sex related injuries (cuts, jaw.... dislocation.... ha... ha...)

Enzo in his sleep is honestly a pure vision. Lips slightly parted as soft breaths escape him, dark eyelashes kissing his cheeks, hair swept back and messed up in a lovely halo around his face. You could probably lay there and watch him in this blissful state forever, because Merlin knows that Enzo works himself up and tires himself out a lot when he's awake.

And his needy little movements, so lazed and slowed, are simply too cute to pass up.

It's so late into the night that somewhere along the lines it had bled into all too early morning, balancing along the fuzzy boundaries where the sun is too lazy to rise, sky dark and deceiving. No birds are awake, and it's silent outside of the apartment you and Enzo occupy for the course of your university studies. The blinds are drawn, the cracks in the material still betraying the inky expanse of night.

You tried to sleep. You truly did. But something has kept you up all night, as if you've been waiting for something. A part of you proudly yells at you that it knows what it is, that it knows and it wants it to be true, but the other part of you denies, denies, denies. You can't truly be that much of a horny woman to stay up all night, thoughts consumed by the idea of what you and Enzo had discussed, right?

The thought of him wanting to do this with you can't fill you with excitement you ought to be ashamed of, surely?

And yet you feel comforted knowing that Enzo fell asleep thinking the same, if the little pants spreading across the skin exposed with your cami top are anything to go by.

Silk two piece and cotton plaid trousers, the two of you are like models begging to be put on the cover of a fashion magazine, for people to admire and be jealous of.

At the very least, you're sure that Enzo looks like that.

His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, just enough to keep that lethargic claim on you, all while the line of his jaw is settled along the descent of your breast, almost perfectly lining up with the hem of your top. Glancing down is all you have to do to take in his angelic face, void of the exhaustion he had sported last afternoon when you'd come home from work early.

His leg is thrown carelessly across your lap, and he's cuddled into your side like he wants to consume you whole in his sleep, making sure that no one can take you away.

Especially with the way his hips shift every once in a while against you.

This certainly isn't the first time you've caught Enzo in the midst of a dirty dream, but it's certainly the first time you have felt so... normally excited about it. Usually, him grinding against you as slurred whines escape his lips would be a cause for you to feel awkward, unsure whether you should wake him up or leave him to chase whatever lucid high he craves.