Note: This is not mine, credits to the writer
Summary: Reader(female) cant sleep so chris is being cheeky and suggests they... yknow... lol and it actually works and reader falls asleep in his arms
warnings: Smut
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Huffing out in frustration, you turn to your other side for what had to be the hundredth time already. You glance at the alarm clock which tells you that it's 02:18. Chris is fast asleep beside you so you try to keep your squirming to a minimum for his sake, knowing he has to get up for work in just a few hours. You roll over again, facing his sleeping form and admiring his natural beauty. Lucky asshole with his incredible ability to sleep.
You roll your eyes and get out of bed to pee and get a glass of water. Once you return, you nestle back under the covers next to the sleeping giant beside you, but you can't seem to get comfortable. It's either too hot with the covers or too cold without them, and the pillow just doesn't feel right beneath your head. You don't realize just how much you're moving around until you also feel Chris stirring next to you.
"Honey?" comes his voice from behind you. You turn around to face him and his eyes are soft and sleepy. "Y'okay?" he asks gently.
"Yeah. Just can't sleep."
"What?" he asks, shuffling closer to you.
"I can't sleep," you repeat.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Baby. C'mere," he grunts, pulling you in closer to him. "You feel okay?" he queries, placing a gentle hand on your forehead and then letting it rest on your tummy.
"Yeah, I feel fine. Just can't fall asleep. Sorry I woke you," you apologize shyly, furrowing your eyebrows before he leans in to kiss your forehead.
"Don't be sorry, Sweetheart. Why can't you sleep?" he asks softly, allowing you to nestle into his side.
"If I knew, then I probably wouldn't have this problem," you laugh dryly, and it turns into a yawn.
"Well it's obviously not because you're not tired," he chuckles quietly, tucking a stray section of hair behind your ear.
"Yeah I'm physically exhausted," you sigh. "Brain just won't turn off."
"Then we gotta get your brain as tired out as your body. Wanna learn some quantum physics?" he teases.
"No thank you," you answer with another big yawn.
"Didn't think so," he laughs then sighs. "Well what do you wanna do? We can't get up now because Dodger'll be real confused but we also can't just lie here and stare at the ceiling for another five hours,"
"I dunno," you exhale, looking over at Dodger who is fast asleep on his bed on the ground.
There's a substantial moment of silence that falls over the room; Chris' hand is gently stroking up and down your stomach and you feel yourself grow even sleepier, but you just can't settle your mind.
"I think I have an idea," Chris then speaks up, and when you turn over to look at him, he's smirking, moving to hover atop of you, and adjusting himself between your legs and bringing your thighs to wrap around his waist.
"Are you suggesting you're gonna fuck me to sleep?" you exclaim with a laugh.
"Oh, no, Sweetheart, I'll be gentle," he whispers, leaning down to kiss you tenderly. "And let's not call it fucking. I mean, almost any other time, sure. I'm fucking you. But right now, I'll make love to you," he mumbles cheekily against your lips.
"Okay. Make love to me, Mr. Evans," you sigh happily as you watch him shuck his boxers off and hike his long sweatshirt far up enough on your body so that he can slip his fingers through your folds.
You arch your back off the bed and whimper in pleasure when the rough pads of his fingers find your clit. His cock starts to harden when he hears your little sounds, and he has to let out a groan of his own.
"Aw, Sweetheart," he coos. "So wet. So tight," he says, thumb teasing your clit as he plunges his pointer and middle finger in and out of your heat, over and over again.
"Chris," you whine out, rutting up against his palm. "Wanna feel you,"
"Are you not feelin' me right now, Darlin'?" he teases, leaning down to kiss and nip at the skin of your neck.
"You know what I mean, you asshole. I want you inside me," you say, narrowing your eyes and reaching down to grab his hardened length. You wrap your fingers around his thick, throbbing cock, pumping your hand up and down a few times to earn a reaction from him.
"Yeah. I know what you mean. I wanna be inside you, too, Honey," he growls, and you nod desperately as you guide the head of his cock to your entrance. He removes his fingers and slowly replaces them with his cock, and both of you moan at the sensation.
His hips begin moving at a relaxed and gentle pace. He's locked his hands in yours and pinned them above your head, kissing every bare space of skin he can find. He leaves trails of kisses all down your arms, neck, and over your face.
"How is this supposed to tired out my brain? So far it's just making my body feel good," you giggle through your moans of pleasure.
"I don't know," he breathily says between thrusts. "Maybe do some mental math. Calculate the velocity of my hips or some shit," he jokes.
"I'm not even sure that's proper science," you whisper-laugh, reaching up to grasp his face as he smiles down at you, moving your bodies in sync as you both chuckle softly.
"So tight, (Y/n). God, I love the way you feel around me," he growls as he catches your earlobe in between his teeth before moving his mouth to leave hot, wet kisses down your neck.
You whimper out his name, grabbing a hold on the sheets beside you and gathering them up in your fists as your knuckles lose their color. Chris prys your grip from the sheets, turns your hand over and interlocks his fingers with yours, bringing your hands above your head and pressing them into the bed. Each thrust of his hips is steady and calculated, making sure to not overdo it and to ensure you're enjoying yourself.
"Feel alright, Honey?" he asks in a hushed tone.
"Yes, Chris, fuck. Feels so good," you whimper, grabbing onto his hair as he buries his head into your shoulder and continues his thrusts with a grunt.
"Love the sounds that you make, Sweetheart. Love the way you say my name," he murmurs into your neck.
He takes his large hands apart from yours and presses your thighs open wider so he can get deeper with his movements, and it doesn't take more for you to feel the tightness of your orgasm starting to build in your lower stomach. He moans at the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him, and your back arches and your toes curl up.
"Shit, (Y/n), you feel so good." he murmurs, voice breaking.
"Fuck, I'm close," you whimper, "Chris, I'm gonna come,"
"Me too, Sweetheart. C'mon, (Y/n). Come for me, Baby. You can do it. I know you need to," he encourages.
You call out his name again, this time your voice cracks, as he reaches his hand down to where your bodies meet. His fingers fumble around and play with your clit to heighten your pleasure, and it works, because soon you're a mess underneath him, crying out his name and strings of curses in the form of moans as you dig your heels into his backside.
"Chris, oh god," you cry out, feeling like a ton of bricks has crashed into you as you see stars and your entire body shakes with pleasure.
With your heels still dug into the muscles of his ass, he stills his movements and groans loudly as he finishes. He moans out your name one last time as you feel his cock twitch inside you, followed by the feeling of his release inside of you. With the both of you breathless, he presses his forehead against yours as he continues rolling his hips into yours to fully ride out your highs.
Your legs drop to the bed like jelly, your body still trembling from your orgasm and Chris holds you close. Nothing but pants from Chris and leftover whimpers from you can be heard in the room as the movements of his hips slowly come to a stop. His length stays buried inside of you as he huffs and gently falls on top of you.
It's silent in the room, save for both of your staggered and state of recovery breathing. You feel yourself finally relaxed enough to even close your eyes, and you don't even realize he's talking to you until you hear him say your name again.
"You all tuckered out now?" he teases quietly.
"Mm," is all you can say back before your heavy eyes lull shut for the rest of the night.
"Oldest trick in the book," Chris mumbles, kissing your forehead and internally patting himself on the back before he, too, falls asleep.
