Sheldon Cooper Imagines (The Big Bang Theory)

Research Part 2- Lemon (x Female! Reader)

Warnings: Sexual content 

Summary: Now it's Sheldon's turn to show Y/N a good time 

Word count: 841

Estimated read time: 4 minutes, 40 seconds

I was sitting on my dresser in my room, brushing my hair with my feet up when Sheldon burst into the room. A week ago, I had given him a seriously good blowjob, and we have both been pretending it didn't happen ever since. He walked right in front of me but kept a respectable distance.

"Y/N, I've been doing research." He stated.

"Well, Sheldon, you do a lot of that. You'll have to be more specific." I answered, swinging my legs down from the top of the dresser and let them dangle.

"I've been doing research on important topics." He fiddled with his thumbs uncomfortably.

I raised a brow. "What topics?"

"How to do something."

"Sheldon, get to the point."

"I've been researching..." he took a deep breath but let it out. "How to do something."

"Sheldon, what is your research teaching you?" I breathed, now aware that he was a bit closer than before. Now, he was leaning against the dresser with his body between my legs, but he wasn't doing anything to indicate that he wanted intimacy.

Sheldon didn't answer my question, so I asked again. "Sheldon, what did your research teach you to do?"

"This." And he brought his lips to mine. His tongue found mine and we battled for dominance, but somehow, he won. Damn, his research taught him well!

There was a mirror behind me, and Sheldon quickly pressed me roughly against it. His kisses were beyond steamy and his hands slid up and down my sides. Eventually, his hands slid up to my wrists, which were in his hair.

He brought my hands to the side and pinned them firmly against the mirror. Tingles spread through me as his lips trailed down my neck, sucking and biting. I didn't know Sheldon could give hickeys.

He let go out my wrists to wrench my shirt off. He kissed all over my collar bone and around my neck. He slid a finger along the sides of the bra and then took it off, slowly. His eyes soaked in every bit of visible skin. He seemed intimidated but hid it quickly as he dove it to kiss my breasts. His tongue swirled around my nipples, and he then slowly slid his tongue down my body to the waistline of my pants. He stopped and grabbed me by the waist. He threw me roughly onto the bed but it didn't hurt. My hair landed around me as I looked up at him. He stood at the foot of the bed, undressing. He ripped his shirt off and hastily shoved off his pants. His eyes raked my body and never left me the whole time.

He left his boxers on, but laid over me, kissing me like he would never see me again. His lips went down my body until they reached the edge of my panties. His hot breath created warmth over the area, but it was cool as he inhaled. He nipped at the edge and took my panties in his teeth, dragging them all the way down and throwing them off in some corner. He looked at my vagina, carefully. Then he inserted his finger, immediately curling it perfectly to hit my G-spot. I cried out and clutched the covers. A sly grin spread across Sheldon's face. He straightened his finger, allowing me the ability to speak.

"Sheldon- how the hell did you know how to do that on the first try?" I asked. It was a rhetorical question, I just was marveling at how good he was at that.

By he answered anyway. "Anatomy." And curled his finger before I could reply.

"S- Sheldon... tell me, what else did your research teach you?" I asked as sexily as I could.

He grinned. "I'd be glad to present my findings." He brought his lips to my clit and sucked. The sensations were out of this world. My toes curled and I had to squirm as he worked. His warm muscle was everywhere: on my clit, on my folds, inside me, all around me.

And then it wasn't. I was about to open my eyes when I felt something else. Something way bigger than fingers.

"Oh god!" I shouted. Sheldon had entered me, but pulled out. He rubbed his penis over my folds, stroking me, then inserted it slowly. In and out he moved, thoroughly and confidently.

It was a while before we came, Sheldon inside me and I all over him. He pulled out and I could feel the semen leaking back out of me. It was warm and good, I never wanted it to end.

Sheldon lay down beside me and yawned. He quickly snuggled up to me, and I stroked his hair.

"Sheldon..."

He opened his eyes. "What? Was it displeasing? Am I bad at it? I apologize if-"

"No, Sheldon," I assured him, "that was... amazing. Your research was on another level, that's for sure."

"I know, I'm a genius."

I laughed and settled into bed, ready to relax after a hectic night.