Dreaming of You
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Word Count: Total 2,700+ (590+, 800+, 790+)
Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. NSFW, mdni, 18+
Themes: Vinsmoke brothers, f!reader, wet dreams, same reader different ending, Ichiji, Niji, Yongi, mdni, NSFW, smut, 18+, male masturbation, "mommy" kink
Notes: Thank you so much for your patience! I really appreciate you guys so much, and I hope you enjoy this new chapter of the Dreaming of You series!
The crude squelching of a glossy hand slowly stroking his thick cock from tip to base ricocheted from the corners of the bedroom. Reclining on your chest, his legs were pried open by your knees while your blunt fingernails of your unoccupied hand dragged down his sculpted chest. Breath hitching, he sobbed through his parted lips as the first few spurts of his precum slowly ebbed from his small slit at the top of his flushed tip.
“You close, baby?” your gentle voice cooed at him sweetly, “Oh, I can feel it. You're being so good for me.” Your hand maintained the same gentle motion in your lubricated palm, softly pumping his shaft up and down while giving his tip an attentive squeeze. Your thumb swiped his sensitive frenulum while a dewy pearl of translucent precum seeped into the pads of your digits.
“M-M-M-!” His voice caught on a word while his hands gripped the bedsheets beside your thighs. Hips involuntarily rocked in time with your pumping as his lips seeped drool from its edges. His entire body was covered in a glistening sheen of glossy sweat, trying so desperately to hold back from letting go while their body gave into the feeling.
“That's it,” you praised him while your hips gently rolled with his, hand still focussing on pumping along his shaft and milking him of his impending orgasm, “That's my good boy. You just say what you need to say so I can help you. Come on, sweety. You can say anything you want, and I’m here to work you through it.”
A sweet mewling cry trickled from his gulping lips as fresh tears dampened his cheeks. Emotions were overtaking his body at the same time as your lubricated fist focussed on edging him closer to his euphoria. He felt his legs begin to twitch, shake, and stutter while his shuddering toes curled in an intense convulsion.
“M-M-!” his lips couldn't say it, yet his stiffened shaft began bleeding his bliss while a pooling warmth spread from his belly up to his chest. As he rocked in time, your soothing and calming voice praised him supportively while his belly knit itself in thick knots.
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” you whispered affectionately, “Show me how good you can be for me.” You never ceased your motions, continuing that speed while your other hand snaked around his waist to hold his staggering hips pinned against your chest. Your strength surprised him as he felt securely caged against your safety. Hanging his head back limply on your shoulder, he finally let out a strangled cry while the first squirt of thick cum spurted from his slit.
“M-! Mommy!”
As soon as that word fled his lips, the safety net faded into a smokey darkness. Your body fled its warmth from his back, the reclined position he was in felt horizontal rather than angular, and his eyes sprung open in a room of lightless serenity. He was in his bedroom: alone, miserable, and flooding his boxers with the final waves of his touchless ecstasy. A deep frown drew itself over his whirlpool eyebrows as he truly came to terms with exactly what had happened moments prior.
He had a wet dream. In that wet dream, he had been a whimpery, pleading, crying mess. And in that whimpery, pleading, crying mess, his fictitious self had called you ‘Mommy’.
“Fuck.”
Ichiji
A heavy sigh fled from his lips while he tugged those blankets from his waist. Glancing down at his crotch, he rolled his eyes as a damp patch of his cum seeped into the woven seams. Ichiji scrunched his eyes tightly shut and shook his head in disappointment while peeling his boxers from his hips and down his thighs.
Ichiji’s red, curly pubic hair was glued down by the intensity of his moonlight transgressions. Cum gelled his cock against belly, causing Ichiji to be taken aback by the sheer amount of it there truly was.
“Clearly, I'm not beating you into submission often enough,” he snarled down at his shaft as he kicked off his boxers and tugged away his sleep shirt. Stepping over his pants, he sauntered grogily to the joined ensuite and flicked on the light. The usually stoic older brother of the Vinsmokes took in his sleepless reflection and scoffed at the tone of his under eyes.
Within the silvery reflection, Ichiji noticed each enhanced contour of his pale abdomen with his now flaccid cock tucked beneath his soiled pubic hair. He clicked his tongue with a curt hiss before placing himself into the shower. Rotating the tap heads around, the scorching water hit his back beneath the nozzle and cascaded down his spine to pool at his feet.
“Mommy?” he chastised himself with his venomous tone, “Really? And you for that matter.” Despite the content of his dreams, his mind moved towards the imagery of his sister’s closest and most trusted confidant. Reiju was the one who picked you as a companion and her assistant to her duties. Your kindness was only demonstrated in the ways you handled her duties, your smile only shown once a task was completed - and never directed to him or his brothers.
“Why am I dreaming of you?” he questioned as his hands motioned down his belly towards his cock, giving the shaft a few strokes as his cum congealed around the base beneath the water. “You are nothing to me. You mean… you mean… nothing-, fuck.” His hands slowly pumped along the contours of his rapidly swelling cock while his eyes fluttered to a close, “Just because you’re kind, considerate, intelligent, and so… so… hgmnh-... fuck…”
Ichiji’s hands picked up, squeezing at his tip ever so often and teasing his frenulum to entice a rise in his need, almost shocked by how hard his edge was stampeding towards release. Placing a hand on the shower door, his breath puffed out in heavy exhales and dampened the tiles with his ecstasy-laced pants. The reserved eldest brother of the Vinsmoke children continued focussing on your words, your image, the fictitious taste on his tongue of how he imagined your skin would paint on his palate, all the while rutting his hips in time with his strokes.
“F-Fuck you. You… You… Fuck… Cumming-!” his choked moan strangled his throat with his desperation, finally shuddering through the thick euphoria releasing from the tip of his cock. His cum painted the tiled wall, slowly oozing down the surface to trickle down the drain at his feet. The hot water continued to pummel his back while his body jolted through those final waves of ecstasy.
You were the central focus of his thoughts; picturing his cum possessively glazing your flesh and watching you continue to go about your duties as if he hasn’t claimed you as his. That’s what you were. His.
All he had to do was go and inform both you and Reiju as such at a more reasonable hour.
Niji
Laughter was the first thing to leave Niji's lips despite the unfeeling and humourless nature founded in his core. He was raised to be unfeeling, cold, calculated, yet that spark of laughter bloomed in his chest the longer he examined himself. His release still coated his belly and crotch, sticking to his skin while oozing down onto the mattress as his laughter slowly died down.
“Pathetic,” he uttered dryly while stretching his hands over his shoulders, arching his back against the mattress while his muscles became taut and rippled beneath his skin. As he de-arched his back, his hands slowly stroked down his shoulders and found his puckered nipples, giving them a hard pinch and hissing at the connection before he clawed his splayed hands down his waist and collected his viscous release onto his palm.
“Look at this mess you made,” he spoke to the memory of you dancing within his mind, “And ‘mommy’? Seriously? Tsk.” Niji collected his cum from his waist with his bare hands and stepped off his bed to walk towards his ensuite. Turning the faucet, he rinsed off his rapidly congealing spend before soaping up his hands to ensure no trace was left on his skin.
Once done, Niji shook his head and turned towards his shower and flickered on the toggles to flood water from the head into the rectangular glass before stepping in himself. He let the fog smear around his body while he shook his head at the memory. His laughter returned as he heard your words echoing back to him. Thoughts of having one command when he could and could not cum engaged a twitch of interest from his cock as it hung thickly between his legs.
“Good? Me?” he growled as he reached for his soap, lathering his face first before his armpits and down his chest, “As if that would get me off.” The suds oozed down his wast and caught on his cock, now standing at full mast and brushing against the tiled edge of the glass cubical. Gazing down at it, he tilted his head with a sneer on his features.
“What’s so good about being called ‘good’, anyway?” he growled as his balled fist found his shaft and slowly began stroking it to clean it of any remnants of cum. Despite his intentions to simply clean himself, his imagination began to run wild with the thought of earlier continuing to plague his mind with the shimmery image of you continuing to flicker behind his minds eye.
“Don’t you want to be good for me?” your voice echoed in his ear without any voice or breath to follow. His eyes fluttered closed, and suddenly he pictured your hand stroking his cock and pinching the tip to withhold his release from him. He groaned and slowly rocked his hips into his hand while continuing to picture it as yours.
“I don’t know if I can be good for you,” he whispered back to his fictitious imagination, “But let me try. I know I can try for you.” Niji continued to fuck his fist in sharp, deep thrusts while the claps of skin meeting skin began to ricochet throughout the echoed bathroom. His hand braced itself against the tiled wall while he continued to buck forward. His tip kissed the cool wall and had his eyes rolling in response.
Huffing and panting through the feeling, Niji felt his body reach its pinnacle of ecstasy while his other hand came to pinch his nipple. Gritting his teeth at the mixture of pleasure and pain, he continued to picture your lips in his ear, your hand on his cock, and your hand over his hand tugging at his chest while he chanted your name over, and over again.
“Cum for me, Niji,” his mind replayed repetitively. Niji immediately felt that euphoric rush split white while his pearlescent release hastily spattered all over the tile wall. His hips continued to buck through his thick release while he moaned and chanted your name over and over again like a bull mounting its mate. He continued past the point of his release and threw himself into a blaring amount of overstimulation the longer he pictured you touching him.
Unaware of when exactly he began to hold his breath, his eyes opened once again and he gasped in a mixture of air and water beneath the shower while he slowed the pace of his thrusts. He shook his head, dampening his blue locks with the clear liquid and allowing stringy strands to fall over his shoulder while he watched his cum move down the drain beneath him.
“You haunt me,” he chuckled darkly, “And when you wake up, you’ll find me reciprocating that immediately. Mark my words, you’ll learn that you’re mine soon enough.”
Yonji
Without warning or any prompting, the youngest Vinsmoke brother found his eyes going glassy and fogging with the final moments he shared with the ghost of you in his dream. Within the darkness of the cold and lonely room, Yonji refused to let that moment with you go as he rolled onto his belly amongst the bunched duvet curling around his middle. His hips ground into the material while his deflating cock halted in its retreat, smearing the cum he just expelled across the linens while his glossy tip brushed with the plush blanket.
“Why ‘Mommy’?” he sniffled softly, feeling that weakness and groggy aura from his restless sleep clinging to his chest with a sudden vulnerability he had never felt before, “I don’t-... It’s not-... I don’t like-...” His words lost themselves as his hips slowly began to move against his will and driving his cock into the folds of the duvet.
Yonji clenched his eyes tightly shut and found the image of you he had longed to see beneath him. Your head against the mattress, eyes peering up at him with love, your lips smiling sweetly with praise rapidly falling from them as if it burned you to keep his name hidden for any longer - Yonji used this image to fall his cock deeper against his blankets and grow his cock once more.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the dark, his eyes still closed while seeing your face haunting him, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His cries only continued while he drove his cock deeper into the bed, feeling that cottony fabric brush against his oversensitive cock and catch against his frenulum. He pictured your hand reaching up and cupping his cheek, guiding him down to press his forehead against your own.
In reality, Yonji was snapping his hips rapidly into his bed, eyes closed and lips biting his pillow while his ass dimpled with the taut and release of the muscles he’d been gifted with. His green hair fell over his head and shrouded him in another curtain of safety while picturing it caressing the perimeter of your head and framing it with his aura.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Yonji,” he heard his imagination call with your voice in his minds eye, “You’re making me so proud of you. You’re doing so well, baby. Keep making mommy proud, okay? You’re so close. I can feel how close you are.” “I’ll make you proud, Mommy,” Yonji muffled hurriedly, feeling his belly tense with the call to an orgasm he could ride out, “I c-can do that. I can do that, Mommy. J-Just tell me you’re proud of me. T-Tell me y-you love me.” He felt the corners of his eyes prick with tears, truly unsure as to where the emotions came from to give him this extreme need to be praised and held.
Yonji felt his hips stagger the closer he drew, huffing and panting into the pillow while picturing himself huffing your scent and kissing your neck. His cock twitched and pulsated within the material, so close he could almost taste your words and hear them speak outside of his augmented memory. Just as he bit his lip and felt the first sparks of cum begin to spill, he heard your voice clearer than anything he imagined prior.
“I love you, Yonji.”
Immediately, Yonji openly began to cry. His eyes spilled over with thick, dewy tears while his cock spilled into the curled duvet. His belly grew tense and his stomach tingled while he emptied himself all over his bedsheets. He can’t remember the last time he felt this much relief at once: how easy his orgasm came to him, and crying into the pillow he slept on with such intensity.
As his hips came to an end, Yonji laid face down for a moment longer. He only parted his eyes to turn his head to the side and let out a soft whimper before scrunching them tightly shut. He sniffled and drew his hand up to his nose, brushing away the tears with the back of his wrist while his lips continued to quiver.
“I have never wanted to be someone's ‘good boy’ before,” his whisper caught in his throat while wracked with another small sob, “But if I did, I would want to be good for you, Mommy.” He lay there for a little while longer, finally finding sleep once again calling his name while hearing your hum and feeling your hands rake through his hair. He would never tell a soul he felt like this, not even you.
For now, his love for you will be his dirty little secret he will keep tucked into his heart any time he needs to find that comfort from you.
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