your joe young stuff makes me yell !!
would u consider masc reader riding joe till hes crying from overstimulation tryna get another orgasm out of him ??
if u dont vibe w it what would ur hcs be abt it ?? ❤️❤️
okay, first of all, i very much vibe with this idea. this is kinda short but whatever.
tags: joe young x masc reader , anal sex (m receiving) , bottom reader , service top joe , overstimulation , dacryphilia, praise , implied breeding kink but also everything involving joe young has an implied breeding kink so
synopsis: joe has a bad habit of cumming too quick, so you decide to take advantage of it
word count: 1.1k
a/n: this really just jumps into it. like joe is ejaculating first line so don’t expect too much plot with this porn
“i-i’m close! i’m gonna-“ he came, holding onto your hips like his life depended on it as he pumped you full. he moans, head thrown back and mouth agape. his cheeks were flushed, hair sticking to his forehead as he let out long strings of noises. his fingers dug in, forcing you still as he throbbed inside you.
the feeling was still a little foreign. even after bottoming multiple times, you still felt a little overwhelmed when you felt him inside you. he was big, always stretching you further than expected, and also strong, holding your hips down or moving you himself if he got desperate enough. he’d also always cum inside, pumping you full until he physically couldn’t thrust it any deeper. that didn’t change the fact that he came pretty quickly, more often than not.
it wasn’t his fault, you did the same thing. it came with the territory, considering both of you were unfamiliar with gay sex and relationships. you’d be a hypocrite to complain, considering he made you cum immediately the first time he hit your prostate while fingering you. he couldn’t get mad and neither could you. but, you could take advantage of it.
he started to dig his nails in, whining as you moved your hips again. you could feel him softening up inside you, but being in this position made it difficult not to get hard again. he whimpered as he watched it drip down and pool on his stomach.
“w-wait, slow down..” he finally realized what you were doing. you picked up your speed as he scrambled to hold you still. you pinned his hands above his head. “i.. i already came!”
“relax, baby. just relax,” you nearly coo in his ear. “you think you can keep going until i cum? can you be a good boy and hold off?”
being in an established relationship didn’t get rid of your corruption kink. you loved pushing his limits, of course still slowing down or stopping when he needed it. his one weakness, though, was praise. he’d do anything to hear you call him a good boy or say you’re proud. because of this, he settles down and nods.
“y-yeah.. i’m a good boy,” he huffed. tears welled up in his eyes as he watched you use him. his hips twitched, still pulling away even as he hardened again. he whimpered and whined as you fucked yourself, hand still pinning his as you bounced up and down.
“you think you got another one in you? can you cum for me?” he nods, even though he isn’t sure if he can. he twitches inside you, tears falling as he uses his own cum as lube, thrusting in and out with you. he nearly wails as you plant your hips, making him hold still for a moment. “i’m in control. understand? just sit still and take it. you think you can do that?”
it was inherently humiliating, being told to let yourself get used, but joe enjoyed the corruption just as much as you did. he kept his hips steady as you started moving again. he whined, head turned and face pressing into the pillows. his back arches, desperately trying to follow your order of staying still as it got more difficult.
it was overwhelming, his whole body vibrating with pleasure to the point it was painful. still, he kept himself in the same position so you could get off. he moved his wrists around, whining.
“can i- ah! please hold my hand,” he rambled. you nod, quickly letting one of his wrists free while interlocking your fingers with the other. he twitched inside you as his free hand reached down and grabbed your cock. you gasp, hand tightened around his.
“keep doing that, fuck..” you moan as he picks up the pace, regaining control and thrusting up into you while quickly pumping your cock. he knew you were close since you didn’t fight back against his movements. he arched his back again as you clinched around him, closing in on your orgasm. he thrusts up one more time, hitting your prostate perfectly. “fuck!”
you gasp, nearly choking on your own moans as you came. he kept his hand moving and hips thrusting, thoroughly working you through it. you painted his chest, semen caught in his chest hair. you slowed, his thrusting hips come to a stop and so does his fist, but not without a whimper.
“you wanna cum again, baby?” he nods, looking up at you with the most pitiful eyes a man could conceive. you slowly lift yourself off of him, moaning and whining at the loss as his cock slaps against his stomach. you settle in between his legs, taking hold of him. his hips instantly jumped as you moved your fist.
“h-hurts..” he finally sobbed out even though you were sure it’s been hurting for a while. you kiss his neck.
“you wanna stop? just say the word, sweetie.” he didn’t, though. instead mumbling out a quick keep going before you picked up your speed.
his legs tried to close out of instinct, your body making it difficult to do. his hips thrusted and his thighs trembled from exertion. he sobbed as he took hold of the hand you had placed on his thigh. he linked fingers again, gasping as he throbbed in your grip.
“i-i’m close.. please, please, please-“ he came, hips lifting in the air and back arching. you watched as he came on his stomach and chest as well, making a mess of himself. you let him ride it out. a couple of loud cries and a lot of thrusting later, he settled. you moved your hand away and he whimpered.
“good job, honey. you did so good for me. such a good boy, huh?” he nods absentmindedly, his body (and brain) still recovering from two orgasms back to back. he still held your hand as you adjusted yourself, now sitting next to him. you winced as you finally felt the soreness. “let’s go take a shower, okay? we can get all that gunk off of you.”
he nods, but wasn’t exactly agreeing. you lean down, his eyes barely cracking open to look up at you. he was gorgeous, his cheeks red and soaked with tears, eyes heavy and bloodshot. you kissed his forehead.
“how about this. i’ll wipe you down really well and when we wake up in the morning, we can take a shower together. okay?” he nods again, actually agreeing this time. you kiss him, smiling as his hand snaked behind your head and his fingers combed through your hair. you pull away. “now let’s get you cleaned up.”
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"there could be two beds and they will still only one bed trope their way into your heart somehow" exactly! gojo doesn't know what personal space means at aaaaaaall
satoru wouldn’t know the definition of personal space if it smacked him in the forehead, he needs to be close all the time always.
the “actually, there are two beds” trope with him is so funny esp in a f2l setting because for every night of your trip, he finds some excuse to be in your bed instead of his. actually, he would give up rooming by himself on a group trip if it meant he got to share a room with you, because he’d find a way to share a bed with you.
the first night, he dumps his entire suitcase on his bed, then showers, and you’re asleep by the time he comes back. and now he’s clean and moisturized and he wants to go to bed and oh no! all his stuff is still on his bed! guess he’ll have to share with you for tonight 😇
the second and third nights he fakes having a nightmare to crawl into your embrace, and then feeling sick so you’ll coddle him to sleep.
the fourth night, he showers first and falls asleep on your bed instead of his. you’re the respectful one who takes his bed instead, but ofc he wakes up once you’ve fallen asleep to slide in next to you, and when you groggy and confused he just hushes you back to sleep with a cheeky, “you were in my bed, don’t worry about it.”
the fifth night, he turns the AC all the way up and says you “looked cold” so he “came to cuddle you” while you were asleep.
he could find an excuse for every single night as long as you share a room together, but the moment you invite him in, ask him, “satoru, do you wanna share?” his brain short circuits and his face goes all red and you offering does bad bad bad things to him and now he actually has to sleep in his own bed because this is gonna keep him up all night
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