part four: anal w/ curly
nsft under the cut // curly x afab!reader, somnophilia, wrong hole
curly just couldn't help himself around you. at least not when your ass was pressed up against him and you were moving around in your sleep. he laid there with his arms around you, staring at the back of your head as he tried (and failed) to find rest. eventually he also tried to shake you awake, but you didn't budge - and this was starting to become a problem.
there was a big, aching bulge in his pants that was growing harder by the second.
you'd had a conversation once, while under the covers, about how hot it'd be to wake up with his cock inside you one night. it gave curly an idea.
he pulled down your underwear and spat on his hand as he lined his cock up with your hole, his hands trembling slightly. he slowly sank into you and muffled his groan in the tangled strands of your hair. he didn't even realize something was off until you very suddenly jolted awake, confused and utterly horrified. your wide gaze met his as he paused, panic turning his face pale. that was when he finally glanced down, and as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw it.
holy shit. he was fucking your ass.
he moved to pull out, a little yelp of embarrassment leaving his lips, but you reached out to stop him, your hand running up his muscular arm.
"no," you murmured, voice hoarse from grogginess. "don't pull out. k-keep going."
curly didn't need to be told that twice.
he grunted as he buried his cock deeper, the burn of the stretch and simultaneous chill of terrible, erotic pleasure crawling up your insides. you laid your head back down on your pillow and let curly take over, his hands finding your hips as he furiously pounded into you, his brow furrowed, crystalline sweat dripping down the creases of his forehead.
"fuck, baby, you like this, don't you?" curly drawled, pressing his face close to your ear, his hot breath fanning out over your jaw. "me fucking you like this."
you nodded profusely, a pearl of drool oozing from the corner of your mouth - far too sleepy and pleasure-drunk to reply in words.
he came inside you with a soft sigh and one last heavy thrust, his strong arms wrapped around you. you fell back asleep with his cum dripping down your thighs and an almost pleasant soreness that curly would no doubt feel terrible about in the morning.
