warnings: consensual somnophilia, unprotected sex, afab!reader with no pronouns
stu can barely remember your middle name but he knows just the right way to turn your doorknob so that it doesn’t squeak.
he forgets your favorite color but knows that you always sleep on your stomach, ass in the air, shorts bunched up and leaving nothing to the imagination.
he can’t remember to bring a condom, but he remembers the flustered look on your face when you asked him to do this like it was yesterday.
well, that’s because it was yesterday. but whatever.
he creeps into your bedroom, shoes toed off so that his footsteps are quiet, goes over to your bed, and climbs on top of you, melting into your warmth.
you make a soft noise in your sleep, your body aware of his presence even if your mind is lost in a dream, probably about him.
he grabs your ass with one hand, squeezing and watching his fingers leave little imprints on your skin, before yanking your shorts down easily.
he slips a finger inside of you, finding you somewhat wet and wanting — you’d masturbated before bed, preparing yourself for him. you’d gone to sleep needy, desperate…just how he likes you.
he grins, murmuring something to himself about what a slut you are, before licking your taste off of his own finger.
he tugs his sweatpants down and lines his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside, filling you up.
your body stirs, the sensation pulling you from sleep. you blink in the darkness, the only light in the room spilling in through the windows, the moon glowing outside. you peek back through bleary, tired eyes, and see him buried in your pussy, biting his lip to keep his moans quiet.
he sees you and, knowing that you’re awake now, he goes harder. he grips your hips and fucks you, soft moans escaping him.
you whine, the pleasure hitting you all at once — waking up like this isn’t so bad, but it certainly overwhelms your senses. one second, you’re asleep, the next, you’re being used like a toy for your boyfriend’s pleasure…and it’s hot.
“gonna cum,” he whispers.
you nod, gripping your pillow tightly.
it doesn’t take long for him to do so, inside of you. you roll over onto your back, and he flops down beside you, smiling.
“you’re lucky i’m on the pill, dumbass.”
he shrugs. “i forgot! your little fantasy got me so worked up, i couldn’t think straight…”
you chuckle, shaking your head fondly. “stay?”
he nods, cuddling up to you, and it isn’t long until you fall asleep again, this time snuggled in his arms.
