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5 years ago

Sweet Dreams

This is my first time writing for tumblr OR writing lite smut, so as my therapist might suggest, “I’m not accepting feedback at this time”. Lol. It’s okay. Just be gentle, I have a lot to learn, but that can be fun too…I was a little hesitant to mention the man himself, sans character choice, but I think we all can understand that this is a FICTION and offered in the most respectful and self-indulgent ways possible.

Triggers: little bit of fluff, little bit of smut, handjob, mentions of chronic illness, insomnia, lite themes of somnophilia with consent, female reader, 18+ only

This was fucking ridiculous. You’d always known there would be peaks and valleys, but you were fed up with the inconsistencies of your body. Having a chronic illness was always a challenge, but feeling helpless was the worst symptom of all. P was the first person who didn’t make you feel like a complete invalid. Gently turning over, so as not to wake him, you silently rubbed your eyes raw, cursing your weakness. Some partner. Your breath caught in your throat as he licked his lips, starting to wake up. “You okay?” he mumbled sleepily, wrinkling his nose like a small child.

Shit. “It’s okay baby, go back to sleep” you whispered, annoyed that your insomnia was ruining the night for both of you. He arched an eyebrow, squinting just enough to see you in the early morning light. “What’s up?” he rasped, starting to lean upwards on his elbow, moving the palm of his other hand to your back. Your lower lip started to wobble immediately, propelled by fatigue and exhaustion.

“I can’t do anything right” you grumbled, voice cracking with defeat.

“Hey, come on. That’s my person…” he trailed off a little blurrily. “What are we doing here? Advil? Water? Hugs?” he questioned, shifting as he pulled you into his body.

Crumpled against his chest, lightly fingering his white t-shirt, your eyes darkened with an idea.

I’ll show…me, you thought, snaking your hand down the middle of your bodies, trailing down his hard chest, soft stomach and bristling pubic hair.

“Oh…mm” his eyes flashed open in confusion as you cupped his groin with one hand, moving your palm slowly over his gray sweatpants.

“I…I’m not sure…ohhhh…” he swayed slightly, bucking his hips in surprise. “Is this a new therapeutic technique you read about?” he smirked into the pillow, furrowing his eyebrows together.

“This could be deeply therapeutic, if we include mouth to mouth” you teased.

“Happy to be of servic…” he hissed in quickly, starting to harden under your ministrations as you quickly moved under the fabric.

Down. Up. Around. (repeat). Down. Up. Around. (repeat)

A small whimper escaped his lips. Maybe you COULD do something right, you pondered, as his fingers wrapped around your wrist with encouragement.

“Mmmm…” he started to moan, rhythmically moving with your hand.

Down. Up. Around (repeat). Down. Up. Around (repeat)

Down. Up. Around (repeat). Down. Up. Around. (repeat)

Dragging a pearl of precum higher up the shaft, you noticed his breath hitch and twist inside his chest, trembling slightly.

“Babe, is this hel…hellllping?” he sighed, his eyelids fluttering in ecstasy.

Oh this is helping, you mused, biting down on your lower lip. What a f@cking specimen, unraveling in front of you. You moved up to bite his chin, nuzzling the stubble on his beard and beginning to suck on his neck. “Is this okay?” you vibrated into his sternum, and then straddling his legs in one motion.

“More than ohhhhhh…” he barely got out before bucking his hips upward, chasing his orgasm.

Down. Up. Around (repeat). Down. Up. Around (repeat)

It was the sexiest of meditations and soon began to reach an intoxicating fervor.

“Oh, I can’t…ohhhh…I can’t…ohhh…”

“Sh baby, sh…You can. Cum. Cum all over me. Let me see you…”

And it was all happening, the contented moan of release, the hot stickiness radiating over your stomach, the musky smell of salt. You worked him through his pleasure and smiled contentedly. You COULD do something right, you surmised, reaching over for some tissues.

“Oh gawwwwd…” he exhaled, looking up through heavy eye-lids. “What the f@ck just happened, baby? Are we doing you next?”

Not tonight, you pouted internally, but he was already sinking lower into the mattress, pulled down by euphoria.

“Just sleep, my honey. Rest.” you cooed, as he shivered slightly, disappearing back into the warmth of dreams and the comfort of your embrace. He nuzzled into your chest as you lightly fingered the locks of his hair.

Knowing him, if you ever fell asleep, you would find him pulling you back to life, with his curly haired head between your thighs, and his tongue around both your lips. Maybe insomnia wasn’t that bad after all, you thought, cautiously drifting into an anticipatory haze.