“Imagine your OTP sleeping next to each other one night, and Person B is lying wide awake, unable to sleep as Person A has a wet dream right next to them, moaning and squirming. Bonus points if Person A is moaning Person B’s name.”karenton

princessplantasaurus:

One of the downsides of super genius intelligence was the constant stir of thoughts. He’d been sleeping innocently, when the need for urination came on too strong to stop. And upon crawling back into bed, his brain wouldn’t quiet no matter what methods he tried.

He looked at the clock. A half hour had passed since his need for the toilet. He tossed, looking over to where his fiance laid. It seemed as though she was having a nightmare of some kind, as she continuously fidgeted, kicking everyone once and a while, a low moaning noise being emitted with a fairly regular frequency.

There was a moment where he debated waking her up. Saving her from whatever dreams in her head were causing her this kind of distress. But then she would be in this sleepless hell, too, and he wouldn’t wish that on her.

So he turned around, trying to will himself to sleep, when he heard a definite moan of “Sheldon” escape Karen’s lips.

“Hmmm, baby, you okay?” he asked groggily as he turned back around to look at where she was laying.

It appeared as though she was still asleep. She was still squirming around in the blankets, and there was a louder, more articulate “Oh Sheldon” being called.

And that was the exact moment that he realized what was happening. She wasn’t having a bad dream at all. Quite the opposite. She was almost thrusting in her sleep, moans getting louder each time she’d let one out. Oh god. He was horny as hell. This was beautiful. He debated grabbing his phone to take a video. It would definitely serve him well when he needed the extra push.

“Mmm, more…” she was still demanding, even in her wet dreams. God, he loved her. And…well…who was he to deny his woman when she so clearly wanted his assistance?

He didn’t want to wake her up, so he was delicate in the movements to carefully lift up the t shirt she’d worn to bed, and did his best to find her clitoris through her underwear, save from trying to take them off. All he did was gently run an index finger back and forth over the small area of cotton panties, but by god, did he realize that was enough. 

Karen’s breathing hitched, in the exact pitch it did every other time she was about to climax. His finger moved a little faster, and a few more seconds was all it took to have a high pitched sigh…and then have his fiance blink, once, twice.

Sheldon yanked his hand away quickly, praying she didn’t notice. “Sounded like you were having quite the dream.” he commented with a smirk.

Karen, mind still cloudy from just waking up and having just orgasmed, asked “Were you watching?”

“It was so hot, babe.” he confessed, leaning over her body to plant a hot kiss on her temple. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re a fucking a creep.” she muttered sleepily. “But you already know that.”

He laughed, repositioning so he was laying behind her, spooning her closely. “And yet you agreed to marry me. I’m going to be your fucking creep forever.”

Karen yawned, muttering “I can’t wait.” 

And Sheldon would be lying if he said that didn’t make him happier than her wet dream had.