PATIENCE TRAINING.
day 4: — thigh riding + orgasm denial + mommy kink — denji
cw: nsfw, mommy kink, bratty/sub!denji, cockwarming & edging, orgasm denial, begging,
enjoy! sorry again 4 late upload, i lowkey moved my whole room around today...
denji’s never been good at patience. he never learned how to wait for things — food, money, love — all of it’s always been about grabbing what he can the second it’s in front of him. and now, with your leg between his, thigh warm and firm under the soft cotton of his sweats, patience feels impossible.
“c’mon,” he whines, already rutting down against you in little stuttering jerks. his messy blond hair sticks up every which way, and his pupils are so blown it’s like he’s half feral. “please, lemme just—i’ll be quick, promise, mommy.”
the word slips out of him without him even realizing, and your hand stills where it had been rubbing up and down his back. denji freezes too, wide eyes darting up to you.
“…mommy, huh?” you murmur, letting the word roll slow and teasing off your tongue.
his cheeks go red instantly, but his hips don’t stop moving — if anything, they grind down harder, chasing friction against your thigh. “i didn’t—shit, i didn’t mean—” his voice cracks as you flex your leg under him, giving him more pressure to grind against. “fuck—”
“you didn’t mean to call me mommy?” your tone is lilting, sweet, dangerous. one hand slides into his hair and tugs his head back, making him gasp. “or you didn’t mean to let it slip?”
denji squirms, face hot, but his cock is straining against his sweats, leaking through the thin fabric where it presses to your thigh. “i—it just came out, i dunno, i—”
“but you like it, don’t you?” you cut him off, pressing your thigh harder up between his legs. his whole body jolts, mouth falling open in a strangled moan. “you like calling me mommy.”
he nods before his brain catches up with his mouth. “yes—fuck, yes, i like it, mommy, i like it—”
“good boy.” the praise makes him keen, hips stuttering against your thigh. you let him rut there, sweaty and messy, his hands clutching at your shoulders as though he’s afraid you’ll shove him off. he’s trembling already, so worked up it’s pathetic.
“please, please let me—lemme cum, mommy, please,” he babbles, forehead dropping against your collarbone. “i’ll be good, i’ll do anything, i need it so bad—”
your fingers curl tight in his hair, tugging his head up until he’s forced to look at you. his lips are kiss-bruised from biting them, his chest heaving like he’s drowning.
“not yet.”
the whine that rips out of him is animalistic. his hips grind down harder, desperate, but you catch his jaw in your hand and hold him there. “denji,” you warn, voice low.
“i can’t—I can’t stop, it feels so good, i’ll die if i don’t cum—”
“you’ll do what mommy says.” your thigh shifts, cruelly pulling back some of the pressure he was clinging to. he gasps, eyes wide and desperate, tears threatening to spill. “you’ll wait until i say so. got it?”
he nods furiously, even as his hips twitch like he’s fighting his own body. “got it, got it, mommy, please—”
you lean in close, lips brushing his ear. “good boy. keep riding my thigh. make it messy. make it hurt. but you don’t cum until i say.”
denji’s broken little moan could shatter glass. he rocks down against you with reckless abandon, every drag of his cock against your thigh painting darker stains into his sweats. he’s panting, whimpering, sobbing your name, begging in between curses.
“mommy, mommy, it’s too much, i can’t—”
your hand tightens in his hair again, forcing him to arch back and look at you through tear-blurred eyes. “you can. you will. or i’ll make you start over.”
that threat nearly breaks him. he grinds harder, messier, until his body starts to shake, every muscle taut. he’s so close you can feel it in the way he twitches, the way he sobs.
“mommy, please—please, can i cum? i’ll be so good, i’ll do whatever you want, i need it, please let me—”
you wait until he’s right on the edge, until his whole body is wound up like a live wire. then, sweet as sugar, you murmur:
“no.”
he screams in frustration, hips jerking helplessly as his orgasm tears itself away before it can break. he slumps forward, trembling all over, cock throbbing painfully against your thigh.
“n-no, fuck, i was so close, please don’t do this to-
mmmph!”
he's cut off by your fingers stuffing his mouth, drool already building up in his mouth.
“shhh baby, you know i hate it when you throw your tantrums..”
you guide him down once more, pressing his hips flush against your thigh, his cock twitches, hot and heavy, and he leans into you, nose brushing your collarbone, lips soft against your skin.
“don’t try to move too fast, baby,” you coo, running your fingers through his messy hair. “i said sit, not shove your cock all over me. pace yourself.”
he groans, hands fisting in your thighs, body trembling like he’s vibrating on his own. “i-i can’t help it, mommy,” he whines, eyes wide and pleading. “it’s so warm, you feel so good—please, let me ride you!”
you chuckle, tilting your chin down to brush your lips over the top of his head. “not yet. you’re going to take this slow, understand? all of it is mine. you don’t get to come until i say. my little brat needs to learn patience.”
denji shivers violently, thighs trembling, and he presses himself closer, trying anyway, cock leaking and slick against your leg. you place a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from grinding too hard, letting him feel the control without giving up an inch.
“hngh—fuck, mommy—” he whines, high-pitched and needy. his face is pink, lips parted, mascaraed with drool where he’s been whining against your skin. “please, i’m yours, please—please let me—”
“shh,” you hush him, fingers tangling in his hair, thumbs brushing along his jaw. “look at you, baby. shaking, dripping, so desperate. this is why you needed me. my good boy, so needy already, but you’re going to stay right there. ride my thigh, learn to stay on edge.”
he gasps at the words, the edge teasing him mercilessly. you grind your thigh just enough to keep him twitching, cock leaking, hands gripping your leg, hips jerking involuntarily against you. he’s dripping in your control, every little sound a whine that makes you ache to touch more.
“look at that, baby,” you murmur, dragging a hand down his spine, over his shoulders, letting him feel your warmth, “cock twitching, leaking all over me. so messy, so needy… so perfect for mommy.”
his breath hitches, back arching, trembling through every inch of him, and he whimpers, “i-i can’t—i’ll… i’ll ruin it, mommy…”
“oh, you already did,” you tease, voice soft, almost lullaby-like. “but it’s okay. my brat can be messy. i like that. you like it too, don’t you? being my little desperate baby, cock leaking, taking it all without permission?”
he whines again, hips jerking up, hands pressing into your thigh as if he can physically pull the words out of you, begging with every twitch, every little shiver. “y-yes… yes, mommy, i’m yours… please, i’m yours—please touch me, please, please—”
“not yet, baby,” you murmur, voice low and commanding, letting your fingers curl into his messy hair, tilting his head so he’s forced to look at you. “my little brat isn’t allowed to come until i say so, that means slow down and stop. do you understand?”
he whines, face flushing darker, chest heaving, hands still gripping your thigh as if it’s the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “y-yes… mommy, please… i’ll be good… just—just let me stay close…”
you smile, brushing your thumb over the tip of his nose, letting him feel your warmth press against him. “stay close? of course. stay warm. sit on my thigh, feel every inch of me, and wait. you’re mine, baby, and mommy decides when it’s your turn.”
denji shudders violently, hips twitching even as he obeys, and every gasp, whine, and little squeak is music to your ears. his cock leaks against your leg, sticky and warm, and he’s so desperate it’s almost painful to watch. he tries to grind a little, just the tiniest bit, and you press a finger into his chest to stop him.
“don’t move without permission,” you warn, voice sweet but firm. “you’re going to stay right there and feel all of this without taking it for yourself. mommy’s in charge.”
he groans, a broken, high-pitched sound, and buries his face into your neck, muffling a whimper. “f-fuck… i’m yours, mommy… so hot… please… i can’t…”
“i know, baby,” you coo, hand sliding down to stroke the side of his back, tracing circles over his shoulder blades, fingers dragging lightly over his spine. “that’s why mommy’s here. to tease you, to keep you right on edge. look at you… trembling, whining, dripping for me. so needy, so perfect.”
his knees tremble as he tries to adjust, hips jerking reflexively, but you keep him firmly in place, thigh pressed just right so every twitch drives him further into need without relief. “mmm, that’s it, baby… ride me like that. stay right here. every little shiver, every little groan, it’s yours to give me, but not your release.”
denji cries out softly, a mix of frustration and desperate pleasure, curling himself closer to you, hands gripping at your hips, nails digging in as if he could anchor himself to you. “p-please, mommy… i’m–… feels too good… i can’t—”
“you can,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his temple. “you’re my little brat, my messy, needy baby. you can take it, stay full, stay warm, stay on my thigh. mommy knows exactly what you need, and right now, you need to learn patience.”
he shivers uncontrollably, chest rising and falling fast, voice breaking with muffled whines as he leans into you, cock slick and twitching, body begging for release. but every touch you give, every warm press of your thigh, keeps him right there—so close, so desperate, and totally under your control.
his lips part, soft little whimpers slipping out, “mm-mommy… i… can i… please… just a little…”
“no, baby,” you hush him gently, brushing your fingers through his hair, tucking him closer, “not yet. stay full. stay warm. stay mine. mommy will decide when you get your reward.”
he’s trembling in your lap harsh now, chest pressed against yours, arms draped around your waist like he’s scared you’ll leave if he lets go. every little squirm, every tiny buck of his hips makes his cock twitch wet and hot against you, and he’s whining, whining, whining like a spoiled little brat who can’t get enough.
“mmm, my messy little baby,” you coo, fingers threading through his hair, tugging lightly so he has to look at you. “look at you… riding my thigh, leaking for me, hips jerking even when i said no. you’re such a naughty boy.”
he arches, whining, face buried against your chest now. “i-i can’t help it, mommy… feels too good… i’m gonna… gonna…”
“no,” you whisper firmly, pressing your thigh harder into him. “you’re staying right here, baby. every twitch, every little squeeze—mine. i decide when you get to come.”
he shivers violently, letting out a broken little moan, hands gripping your hips, fingernails digging in. “please… please… i’ll do anything… just let me… feel you… mommy…”
you grin, brushing a finger over the tip of his leaking cock, dragging it down the shaft just slightly to remind him that he’s on the edge. “mmm, that’s right, baby… so needy, so desperate… look at you, cock twitching, dripping all over me. you like being my brat, don’t you? teasing yourself for mommy?”
he groans, back arching, legs trembling as he presses against you, helpless. “y-yes… mommy… please… i’m yours… i can’t… can’t hold it—”
you lean down, lips brushing his temple, neck, whispering praise and command all at once. “you can, baby. you’re mine. stay warm, stay full, stay shaking just like this. every little whine, every little groan, it’s all yours to give me—but not your release.”
he whines loudly now, a broken little sound that makes you ache to ruin him even further. his hips jerk against your thigh, trying to chase the friction, and you press firmly down, holding him still, letting him feel every inch of you without letting him take it for himself.
“so good… taking it so well for mommy,” you murmur, stroking his back, dragging your nails lightly along his spine. “look at you… shaking, whining, leaking… such a perfect little brat.”
he gasps, high-pitched, trembling, every muscle quivering. “f-fuck… mommy… please… can’t… i’m… so close… feels too good…”
“not yet, baby,” you whisper, tilting his head to look at you. “stay full. stay warm. mommy decides when it’s time. you don’t get to come until i say.”
his hands fist in your thighs again, hips jerking, back arching, mouth opening in helpless little whimpers. “i-i… please… mommy… m’gonna… can’t… can’t hold it…”
you hum softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “i know, baby..”
he’s shaking now, drool slicking his lips, cock hard and leaking, hips twitching even though he’s trying to obey. every little touch, every word you murmur makes him tremble more, louder, until he’s babbling, whining, and begging all at once.
“please… mommy… i-i’m yours… gonna… m’gonna… please…”
“yes, baby,” you whisper, hands sliding down to hold him against your thigh, grinding him just enough to make him twitch.
he’s shaking violently in your lap, body trembling, cock slick and hot, whining against your thigh, desperate beyond words. every twitch, every jerk of his hips makes him moan, whimper, babble brokenly, and you let your fingers trail through his messy hair, tilting his head so he looks at you with glassy, desperate eyes.
“my little brat,” you murmur, voice soft but commanding, “so needy… so messy… so ready to come for mommy.”
he gasps, arching back, gripping your waist, nails digging in, lips parting in a broken moan. “p-please… mommy… i… i can’t hold it… feels too good… fuck—”
you brush your lips over his temple, jaw, whispering into his ear: “that’s it, baby… let go for me. let mommy take it. all yours. all messy and warm and mine.”
his hands clutch your thighs, legs trembling as his hips buck against your firm grip. “i-i’m… m’gonna… oh fuck… mommy—”
you press your thigh harder into him, grinding just enough to push him past the edge. the moment he cums is explosive: cock pulsing and spurting, leaking hot and sticky all over your leg, back arching, hips jerking uncontrollably. he’s babbling incoherently, voice high and broken, “f-fuck! mommy! i’m yours! oh god! oh fuck! s-so good! m’gonna—please—”
you hold him tight, rocking gently, fingers in his hair, lips brushing his temple. every shiver, every sob, every desperate little moan—he’s completely undone, body trembling, mind foggy, cock emptying helplessly into your lap.
“good boy,” you murmur, voice soft, gentle, full of praise. “my messy, needy little brat… all yours, all mine. look at you… shaking, babbling… so perfect.”
he collapses into your chest, unable to speak, only shivering and clinging to you, lips wet and parted, eyes glassy. the little sobs that escape him are raw, unfiltered, and you brush your hands over his back and hair, rocking him gently as he slowly comes down from the overstimulation.
“you did so well, baby,” you whisper, kissing the crown of his head. “so perfect… my little brat… all warm and messy… mine.”
he wraps his arms around you tighter, trembling, mumbling brokenly against your chest, “m-mine… i’m yours… mommy… thank you…”
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