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A/N: Written in September, no editing since then.
Vic-
He wakes up to a sort of wet feeling on the sheets. Half asleep, Vic brings his hand up from a damp spot on the bedspread to his nose and sniffs. “Jesus.” He mutters, opening his eyes.
Getting out of bed, he pulls the blanket down to reveal a medium-sized splotch of semen soaking through the sheets he was laying on. “Shit, shit, shit.” Taking into account that you aren’t in bed, he concludes that you’ve already left for work.
After quickly pulling down his soaked red boxers, he throws on some sweats. Then Vic pulls all the bedspread off your mattress. With all the linens in hand, he lazily throws them all in the washer at once and adds far too much laundry detergent to the machine.
You come home, 3 hours later, to a frantic Vic trying to clean a huge mess of suds from the hallway where your laundry machine is.
"So how did this happen, babe?" You ask, laughing."
Standing from his spot on the floor, mop in hand, he starts off his sentence with “Well, I had a wet dream…”
Mike-
"Mm, yeah, baby, just like that." Your boyfriend moans from beside you in your bed. Confused, you flip over to face his sleeping figure.
"Mike?" You gently rub his shoulder but he doesn’t wake up. He lets out another moan in his sleep. "Mikey," you say again, with no response but a throaty groan.
You decide to take advantage of the fact that your boyfriend is a heavy sleeper and you pull the blanket off of him and down to the bottom of the bed. Revealed is a very obvious arousal in his tight underwear. You climb on top of him, pressing on his erection and earning another moan.
Within a few hip movements, Mike releases into his boxers and you quickly climb off of him and pretend to be sleeping as he wakes up in a panic. You smile knowingly as he rushes to clean up his mess.
Jaime-
"Fuck." Jaime says as he roughly gets out of bed. You glance at the clock; it reads 8:27.
"Jaime, it’s way too early for a Saturday. Go back to sleep." Your boyfriend laughs sarcastically as he changes his pants.
"Please get up, I gotta strip the bed and wash the sheets." Jaime asks, trying hard not to be rude.
"Why though, baby?" You ask as you roll out of bed with a yawn.
Jaime hesitates before saying “I nutted in my sleep.”
You snort a little. “You mean like a wet dream?” Jaime nods with a very non-amused look. “I thought that only happened to like fourteen year olds.”
Jaime shoots you a glare so you apologize and help gathering the sheets to wash.
As you put the detergent in the little slide, you casually ask “So baby, what was your dream about?”
Jaime looks at you, and his expression changes from rather annoyed to teasing. “You.” He says simply. When you ask for details, he gives them to you. You soon develop an appreciation for the vibrations a washing machine provides.
Tony-
You wake up to the sound of Tony softly whispering your name. You open your eyes, thinking he’s asking you something, but he’s sound asleep. There’s a tent with the sheets around your boyfriend’s crotch. Seizing the opportunity, you inch closer to his sleeping body and reach your hand under the blanket, grasping his erection. Tony moans at your light touch, still asleep.
You gently stroke him up and down, careful not to wake him. Feeling him start to throb as you twirl your finger around the head of his cock, you pump him twice more and his hot cum pours out onto your hand and down his member. The liquid wakes Tony.
"What did you do to me, (y/n)?" he questions as he grabs tissues from the table next to the bed. Giggling slightly, you answer “I was helping you out, Tone. Did you have a nice, wet dream?”
