soft dom joe who will lay on top of you and rest most of his body weight against you, essentially trapping you from moving while he slowly rocks into you. his cock is thick and so veiny, he wants you to feel every ridge. loves how you squeeze him in, walls soppy and puffy, every time he pulls his cock back.

and the slow drag of joe’s engorged cock drives you nuts. when you mewl and squirm, attempting to jog your hips against joe’s to quicken the pace, he lays more of his body weight on top of you, rendering you immobile. joe chuckles when you whine and slam your fists against his shoulder, kissing you with an obnoxiously loud smack against your ear.

“patience, baby, lemme take care of you” joe murmurs, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

and if you act up again, joe slows his pace down even further. “behave”, he warns gently. and before you can groan in frustration, he gives a firm, upward thrust and your body goes limp.

when joe finally does let you cum, he murmurs encouragements of “m’ right here baby, i have ya” as you sob and tremble against him. peppers kisses all over your face, neck, chest, shoulders—everywhere. shushes every whimper with a kiss against your lips and smooths your sweaty hair back.

and the aftercare is—😮‍💨

this man won’t let you move an inch. joe showers w/ you—he has a separate lavender body wash and wash cloth just for you. holds you from behind and lathers the soap all over torso, placing kisses at the side of your neck while you try not to fall asleep. he loves the feeling of your breasts, sudsy and slippery, in his palms. he lets you know too! laughs when you sleepily mumble, “thank you”, back to him.

afterwards, he dresses you in one of his old t-shirts and half carries you to bed. you’re out almost immediately, gently breathing against his bare chest while he cradles you against him. he watches you fondly as you sleep, curled against his chest. now and then, he’ll smooth his hand down your back and it’ll jolt you out of your sleep a bit. joe apologizes, biting back a laugh when you give a sleepy sigh, letting your eyes fall close again.

joe be my husband

one time y’all were out on a lunch date during a long gap between your classes. the two of you were goofing off while you were waiting to be seated, standing near the entrance while reki kept squeezing your hand in an attempt to crack your knuckles. you were trying to crack his knuckles back but they would not crack for some odd reason??

eventually, you placed your lips against the side of reki’s neck and blew a raspberry there. reki gives a high pitched squeak and immediately jerks back from you. you’re laughing at reki’s reaction while he’s still shuddering, the giddy sensation of your breath tickling his neck lingering. he feels that giddy sensation swirl in his stomach and bam—poor baby gets a boner right then and there. all he can manage is a strangled “bathroom” before he nearly trips rushing to the restaurant’s restroom. and you’re left there like “???”

but then you find out on a whole separate occasion. y’all are sprawled out on top of your bed, lying side by side. he’s watching skate videos and you’re playing on your switch.

but you can’t get past this one level for some annoying reason, so you decided to ask reki if he could maybe try and beat it for you.

“reki” you say, breaking the silence.

he doesn’t respond.

“reki?” still gripping your switch in one hand, you turn your head to look at reki. he’s heavily engrossed in his skating videos, holding his phone up to his face.

“yo, reki” you say more insistently, nudging your legs against his. and when he still doesn’t look up from his phone, you stretch your arm out to tickle the side of his stomach and reki squeals—like full on flinches and drops his phone onto his face.

your eyes widen at his reaction as you push yourself up, slightly amused as you stare down at reki.

“oh my god, why’d you do that?” reki gasps, body tensed as he curls up into a ball.

“you ticklish?” you ask with a sort of quiet wonder that makes reki’s stomach heavy with dread. he looks up and sees, to his misfortune, the playful twinkle in your eyes and he internally groans.

“hell no! i just…that just…hurt!” reki finishes, hoping that you buy his lie. which probably wasn’t too convincing with how he was curled on his side, arms wrapped protectively over his stomach “you poked me hard!”

“oh?” you grin, kneeling over him. you spot the little bit of reki’s lower stomach peeking out from under his hoodie and brush your nails against the skin there. reki gives a shrill gasp, before curling in tighter on himself. “you sure, babe?”

reki slightly panics when he feels his cock getting hard along with the growing giddy sensation in his stomach and he prays you stop before he embarrasses himself.

“i’m—” reki doesn’t even get to finish his statement before you jab your fingers under his arms and tickle him there too.

reki shrieks and rolls over onto his back in attempt to fight you back. you take that opportunity to pounce, saddling his waist as your hands slip under his hoodie to tickle the sides of his torso. he wants to laugh, cry, and scream all at that same time

“y/n! s-stop!” reki snorts harshly between yelps as he attempts to grasp your wrists, which he finds hard to do with his body shudders.

the two of you continue on like that, wrestling as reki squirms and shouts/giggles under you until one of reki’s yelps devolves into an throaty moan.

you pause from tickling reki, gawking down at him as he slings his arm over his eyes, slightly panting. part of you thought he was pulling a joke, but knowing how reki was (needy), you couldn’t be sure.

“reki,” you say, not sure if you should laugh or not. “did you—?”

as if you answer you, reki instinctively ruts his hips up against yours and swears weakly under his breath. your eyes widen when you come to realize that reki is in fact hard, his cock pressing against your inner thigh.

“you’re hard” you whisper dumbly, because it’s all you can think to say. reki swallows, adam apple bobbing, before he drops his arm from over his eyes. he stares dead at you, eye kids slightly hooded, and his whole face tinged with pink.

“i am—” reki mutters before he places his hands on your waist and flips your over. you yelp at the sudden change in positioning as reki’s already haphazardly tugging your little track shorts down your thighs. with two fingers, he pushes the thin fabric of your underwear to the side before clumsily rubbing at your clit. you bite back a moan, arching your back as reki ruts his hard on against your thigh, whining as he attempts to gain some friction there. “—and it’s your fault”