Sweet Relief

by Anonymous

Summary:

After their little incident in the kitchen, Sprout anticipates his sleepover with Cosmo, knowing that they'd pick up where they left off. As he indulges, he comes to certain realizations that he somehow missed yet were always there.

(Basically; they finally are able to fuck during their sleepover. A sequel to my other fic, 'I Need Your Hands On Me.'

EDIT: the fic is complete, but ao3 won’t let me tag it as complete lol. I will fix that when I can. This fic is COMPLETED

Notes:

hallo!! this is a sequel to my other fic "I Need Your Hands On Me" and can be found in my fruitcake collection!! please read that first if you haven't done so already!

sorry for the long wait, here it is!!!!

Chapter 1: Sweet Relief

A yawn left Sprout’s lips, his eyes drooping shut as he exhaled. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes from the sudden action, blinking rapidly for a moment to get rid of it.

“Are you tired?” Cosmo’s voice was soft, not wanting to ruin the calm atmosphere they had built.

“Nah,” Sprout answered simply, his arm tightening his hold slightly around Cosmo’s waist. He purposefully didn’t give a better answer than that, watching the subtle way Cosmo’s hand twitched as it rested on his stomach.

After their little incident in the kitchen earlier that afternoon, Sprout and Cosmo hadn’t seen each other afterwards. Cosmo never returned from chasing after Boxten, and Sprout didn’t wait for him. Once the kitchen was all cleaned up, he simply strolled out, trying to think of what else to do with his time.

(He had passed by Boxten at some point, but the music box didn’t dare look him in the eyes.)

However, when he tried to find something to do, he couldn’t get into anything. He even tried cleaning his cluttered closet, a chore he pushed off until an uneventful day like this came up. But he only managed to pick up a shirt off the floor and adjust a hanger or two before closing the closet door in defeat. He simply turned around and fell down on his bed, bouncing slightly as his back hit the mattress. It was so strange how quickly his motivation left him.

Cosmo always pestered Sprout about cleaning up his closet.

“It looks like a hurricane went through your closet! If you don’t clean it up soon, I’m gonna do a surprise check one day,” Cosmo huffed, his tone light yet scolding as Sprout rubbed the back of his own neck in slight embarrassment. “If I see that it’s still messy, we’re going to stop whatever we’re doing and clean it up together!”

Sprout remembered how much he pouted and whined, practically begging Cosmo to not make him clean it. His best friend simply crossed his arms and glared playfully, promising him it will happen unless he cleans it up by himself. The taller toon surrendered, and promised he’d take care of it.

Huh. Maybe that’s why Sprout lost the energy to clean so quickly. As much as he dreaded the idea of sorting through all the mess, it sounded a bit more appealing if Cosmo was going to be there. Some days, when he was in his room, he’d glance at the door occasionally, expecting his friend to burst through it, shaking his head in playful disappointment at the state of his closet.

Cosmo did everything with Sprout. And Sprout did everything with Cosmo.

(He buried his face in his pillow to shut down his own thoughts when his mind began to wander, trying to dissect why he liked doing everything with Cosmo, leaving so little personal time for himself.)

The hours ticked by, feeling like a crawl as the evening approached. Sprout remained in bed, bored out of his skull. He craved for something to do, but he couldn’t do anything. Any idea he got was quickly shot down, since they all involved Cosmo. The strawberry laid there, shifting his body every so often, playing with his own scarf or lightly tapping his hands against the mattress.

It was around 7:30 when Sprout finally sat up from his bed, stretching his limbs before standing. He’d been watching the clock for the past half an hour, waiting for the time to get ready for his sleepover with Cosmo. Already acting with the planned out routine in his head, he followed through with what he needed to do; take a quick shower, fix his leaves, slip on comfortable pajamas, and head out the door. He didn’t bother with a sleeping bag. He always slept in Cosmo’s bed, and Cosmo would always sleep in his, when sleepovers were in his room.

They won’t be getting much sleep tonight, anyway.

By 7:55, Sprout was already in the elevator, pressing the button to Cosmo’s floor. The elevator stirred to life with a mechanical whir, the metal groaning slightly from years of use as it ascended. It came to a stop with a creaky screech, shaking the strawberry slightly as the heavy door shot upwards.

The tall toon hummed softly as he greeted other toons passing by, wishing them a good night with a sweet smile. Some returned the gesture with a polite grin or a wave, while others gave him a puzzled look. He wasn’t exactly… presentable, wearing a short sleeved shirt and shorts. Perfect for a sleepover, not-so-perfect for the public.

Sprout knocked on Cosmo’s door when the clock hit 8:00, right on time as always. He was never early or late, not even by a minute. His smile grew when the door opened, Cosmo looking up at him with the same cheerful look.

“Took you long enough!” Cosmo teased, leaning against the doorway.

“What do you mean?! I’m right on time!” Sprout argued back, crossing his arms as Cosmo’s smile grew.

“Just get inside, dummy,” Cosmo stepped aside, letting his best friend into the room before closing the door shut behind him.

(Sprout heard the soft click of the door locking.)

Their sleepover began as it always did, gossiping and giggling as they tried to get everything set up for a fun night. Everything had fallen easily into place. They made another set of friendship bracelets, played a board game or two, read comic books together, and now, currently watching a movie. It was the same routine as always, a perfect copy-and-paste of what happened during their sleepovers. And yet, Sprout never got tired of it.

The night had been so eventful, and it was drawing to a calm, quiet close. The friends had snuggled up so close together, limbs tangled as their eyes stayed glued to the TV settled in front of Cosmo’s bed. Sprout wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close while Cosmo rested his head on the strawberry’s chest, arms wrapped around his waist. The movie had begun its final act, making Sprout squeeze Cosmo a little tighter as he shifted, getting more comfortable in the sheets. All of Gardenview was probably sound asleep right now as the clock read 12:30 AM. After the movie ends, it would be the perfect time to conclude their sleepover.

But Sprout knew their night was only beginning.

Cosmo loved to tease. Oh, he loved to tease a lot. He’s a very sweet and kind toon, offering help and comfort to all their friends. But none of them knew how much of a sleazy little devil the pastry loved to be. Cosmo had a habit of pushing Sprout’s buttons, wanting to make him jumpy and tense, to push him to his breaking point. Sprout tried not to let him win, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t pounced on his friend after being relentlessly led on and riled up for hours.

Sprout knew Cosmo too well. He knows his friend has been trying to get him to snap all night long.

The first sign was noticed the moment Sprout had arrived at Cosmo's room earlier that night. The pastry had opened the door slowly, smiling innocently as he greeted him. It was a tactic to slowly reveal what exactly Cosmo was wearing. He was in comfortable pajamas, but they were a little too comfortable for a sleepover.

He only wore a simple t-shirt and panties. That’s it. He didn’t even wear anything under his shirt. His boobs were outlined deliciously, with the slightest hint of his nipples poking through the fabric. The little tease purposefully wore a tighter shirt, infuriatingly hinting at his soft skin underneath while blocking just enough to cover what Sprout had wanted to see (touch, feel, bite, scratch…). Not having any pants was an issue that was as self-explanatory as it was cruel. It was clear Cosmo wanted to drive Sprout insane tonight.

Sprout noticed subtle little things. When he had asked for a few beads here and there while they made friendship bracelets, Cosmo’s hand lingered a little too long on Sprout’s hand when he passed them over. During their rounds of board games, Cosmo kept suggesting the loser had to do whatever the winner wants, no exceptions. While reading a comic book with Sprout, he purposefully read the text in a soft, nearly whispered tone, one he would use to make his friend squirm. And even now, as they cuddled to watch their movie, he felt Cosmo’s hand tracing small patterns on his lower hip.

There was still tension between them from earlier that afternoon, where they got lost in each other in the kitchen. Sprout saw the way Cosmo’s thighs clenched against each other after Boxten walked in, seeking the friction he was coldly pulled away from. Poor baby was probably still riled up, being apart from his friend for hours, unable to get the fix he needed. He probably was looking forward to their sleepover all day, waiting for Sprout to lose it and remind him why these two craved each other.

But Sprout couldn’t give him what he needed. Not yet, anyway. He needed to be taught a lesson. Cosmo had teased him in the kitchen, and tried to take the upper hand when Sprout got desperate and needy enough to pin him against the wall. His friend was a little brat, and Sprout couldn’t reward him for bad behavior. Every advance Cosmo made was met with faux obliviousness, turning the game on him instead. This was Sprout’s way of teasing; to pretend he didn’t notice the subtle hints that Cosmo needed him and ached for relief.

Surprisingly, Cosmo had lasted a long time without breaking. He wondered how much longer the pastry could take. Or maybe, Cosmo wasn’t in the mood to—

“Are we gonna do it, or…?”

Cosmo’s voice snapped Sprout out of his thoughts, but he didn’t turn his gaze away from the TV. He could see the way Cosmo looked up at him from the corner of his eye, the faintest hint of a blush visible on his features. Sprout suppressed a smirk, knowing that Cosmo was finally cracking. Poor thing.

“Do what?” The strawberry hummed, pretending to be paying attention to whatever movie they put on.

“Don’t do that,” Cosmo’s words came out in a little whine, sitting up to look down at the taller toon.

Sprout’s eyes finally left the TV to take a good look at his dear friend. Cosmo was sitting on his knees, his thighs squished together to hide the wet spot on his panties that was slowly getting bigger and bigger. His brows were pinched together in frustration, eyes desperately searching Sprout’s body to see if he was as tense as he was. He was gnawing the inside of his cheek, resisting the urge to squeeze his legs tighter as his face was dusted a deeper shade of chocolate brown. It was as cute as it was tantalizing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, buddy of mine. You’re gonna have to be specific,” Sprout hummed again, putting his hands behind his head as he laid too comfortably in Cosmo’s soft bed.

“Jeez, Sprout—Are we gonna fuck or not?” Cosmo huffed, his cheeks growing warmer. “I’ve been waiting all night! I know you’ve been ignoring what I’ve been trying to tell you to do! I thought we finally were gonna do it while watching a movie but it’s almost over! Why are you teasing me so much?”

Sprout knew he had him. He turned the tables, driving Cosmo insane when his friend tried to do it to him first. The strawberry almost laughed at the irony of asking such a question.

“What do you think?” Sprout asked simply, sitting up as he stretched his legs slightly. “Maybe I’m still trying to set the mood… Maybe I’m too shy to act first… Maybe I don’t think you really deserve it…”

Cosmo’s brows pinched as another huff left him, his face noticeably flushing a little more as realization became etched into his features. His arms lifted up, crossing them as he gave Sprout a look.

“Don’t tell me this is about earlier…”

“You started it and couldn’t finish it.”

“Boxten walked in on us!”

“He wouldn’t have seen anything if you didn’t get me all worked up until later!”

Cosmo couldn’t help but crack a little smile, laughing with a mix of amusement and disbelief. Sprout noticed the way his eye twitched slightly, clearly getting more impatient by the minute.

“Fuck, Sprout. You really are sensitive, you know that?” Cosmo chuckled a little.

“With an attitude like that, it sounds like someone doesn’t need me,” Sprout hummed, crossing his arms as well to mirror Cosmo’s playfully irritated look.

Cosmo’s mouth opened to retort sharply, but he knew better. He knew Sprout could be stubborn and hold off on him for a very long time. Cosmo closed his mouth with a slight scowl, the heat between his legs only getting more uncomfortable the more they bickered.

“Okay… Okay, fine,” Cosmo sighed, his lips forming a cute little pout. “I’m sorry for doing that. What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Apologize.”

“I just did.”

“No. Apologize properly,” Sprout’s expression was one of mock disapproval, looking as if he was about to wave his finger scoldingly at his best friend. “Say sorry for being such a brat.”

“You can’t be serious,” Cosmo whined, shuffling closer to Sprout. His hands gripped Sprout’s arm, tugging it slightly, trying to bring it down towards his crotch. “You’ve been stringing me along all night! I’ll be good now, I promise! Just—Damn it, Sprout!”

Sprout almost gave in. The way Cosmo was begging for it in such a shaky soft voice sent a shiver down his spine. When Cosmo touched his skin, he felt heat sink into his pores, traveling through his body and shooting straight down to his crotch. He nearly let the pastry win, tempted to let him lead his hand where he needed it most. Sprout’s fingers twitched, as if he could feel how much Cosmo was dripping for him. As if he could grab onto the thick tension in the air, squeezing the raw desperation his dear friend struggled with.

“I told you what I wanted,” Sprout spoke sternly, trying to mask the way his voice nearly cracked. He tugged his arm away, almost having to pry it out of Cosmo’s grasp. “You know what to do. It’s very simple, Cosmo.”

Another needy sound spilled from Cosmo’s lips, threatening to make Sprout break. He slowly wrapped his arms around Sprout’s arm again, trying to pull it once more. When the taller toon didn’t budge, the pastry stopped his tugging, but squeezed it tighter instead. He mumbled something, turning his face into the strawberry’s skin, muffling his words as he complained and pleaded softly.

“Do I have to?” He murmured, his lips pressing against Sprout’s skin and making his pants tighten from just the slightest touch.

“I mean, if you don’t want my help, then no. You don’t have to,” Sprout murmured back, his tone softer yet still firm.

Silence filled the room after that, and Cosmo hid his face in Sprout’s arm. He didn’t move, just holding it close while his thighs kept squishing together subtly. The strawberry waited, looking down at him with the best neutral expression he could muster. Gosh, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t cute to see Cosmo squirm like this.

However, the silence started to stretch on for far too long. Sprout’s brows furrowed slightly, wondering if he went too far with the teasing. He opened his mouth to speak, when Cosmo finally spoke up instead.

“I’m sorry.”

Cosmo finally looked up, still pouting as his eyes were hooded. His face was a dark shade of brown, making his skin warm from how embarrassing it was to have to do this. Sprout only raised a brow wordlessly, clearly expecting more. The pastry tried not to make another humiliating sound as he spoke again.

“I’m sorry for being a brat,” He said softly, one of his hands coming up to caress Sprout’s cheek. “I shouldn’t have teased you in the kitchen today. I just wanted to fool around for a bit. I didn’t think we’d get interrupted.”

Cosmo leaned up, pressing his lips against one of Sprout’s freckles.

“I wouldn’t have started it if I remembered I had lessons with Boxten. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Just... Can you touch me? Please? I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Sprout’s eyes narrowed slightly, his face unreadable as he scanned Cosmo’s figure up and down. He could see how the pastry’s chest rose and fell, trying to keep himself composed. That look in his eyes was everything. The way he gazed up at Sprout, waiting with baited breath for his answer, relying solely on him to get the relief he needed… No one else could give him what he wanted. Sprout was all Cosmo wanted.

His pants only grew tighter.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“Sprout!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Sprout laughed, putting his hands up. Cosmo huffed and smacked his shoulder, making Sprout yelp out an ‘ow!’ between laughs and rubbing the spot that was hit.

“You can be so annoying sometimes. You’re lucky you know how to fuck,” Cosmo grumbled, brows furrowed as he glared at his friend.

“I’m sorry, I had to. You’re just so cute,” Sprout teased, which made Cosmo roll his eyes.

Suddenly, without warning, Sprout’s hands shot down and grabbed Cosmo by the hips. The smaller toon gasped when he was practically yanked towards Sprout, parting his legs on instinct as he landed right in his lap. Cosmo’s eyes widened as he was now straddling him, feeling those hands tighten on his waist, making the pastry squirm.

“I’m glad you finally brought it up. I thought you’d never say anything,” Sprout chuckled, leaning closer so their faces were inches apart. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, too.”

“So… You needed this just as much as I did, and chose to keep egging me on all night when we finally had alone time?” Cosmo asked, a slight smirk forming on his face as his hands found Sprout’s shoulders. “You’re such a bad friend.”

“I just wanted to fuck with you a little,” Sprout admitted, his eyes already starting to close. “Though, that sort of backfired.”

Cosmo knew what he meant when he registered something poking against him between his legs, throbbing insistently.

The two didn’t want to waste any more time. They closed the gap between them, getting that sweet taste they’ve been craving for the past few hours. Their lips immediately parted, tongues darting forward hungrily to explore and intertwine, tired of holding back. The TV turned to static, the movie long forgotten about just ending. They both didn’t care, allowing the soft scratchy buzz to be background noise. The only light in the room came from the screen, illuminating their bodies in a soft, white glow.

It made them lose themselves in their own world again, just as they had done earlier that afternoon. But this time, no one would interrupt them. Sprout had made sure of it, routinely checking to see if Cosmo’s door was locked throughout the night. No distractions, no accidental walk-ins, no open doors. It was just the two of them, relishing in their own private space, completely thrilled that it was theirs. No one else could come in—no one else could understand.

Cosmo’s hands were the first to glide, sliding down Sprout’s shoulders and groping at his arms as they traveled down. His hands kept going until they found Sprout’s, grabbing them tightly. Sprout almost pulled back from their kiss to question, only to feel them getting pushed down. His breath hitched as his palms were guided downwards, feeling Cosmo lead them until they rested on his ass. The cake roll took advantage of his friend’s breath hitched to press his tongue deeper, making Sprout yelp as his fingers gripped his soft skin through his panties.

Sprout knew Cosmo was needy from waiting all day, but he didn’t expect him to be downright starving. One of his hands cupped the back of his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss further as his other hand stayed over one of Sprout’s, making sure the taller toon didn’t loosen his grip on his bottom. His tongue was relentless, swirling and gliding around Sprout’s tongue before feeling up every inch of his gums. The strawberry couldn’t hold back his low moan, trying to match his energy as he was devoured.

Suddenly, pressure was being firmly weighed on Sprout’s aching hard-on. He gripped Cosmo’s ass tighter, pulling his hips down as they both started to rock. Gasps and whimpers were heard in between breaths for air, each colliding with their hips causing them to become more ravenous and wild, like animals freed from their cages.

“You feel so good,” Cosmo breathed out, before kissing Sprout again. The strawberry’s eyes rolled back before fluttering shut once more, reveling in the sweet chocolatey taste on his tongue.

Sprout’s fingers began to dig into that soft skin, surely leaving indents and marks as he pulled Cosmo down harder on his aching crotch. The pastry jumped, crying out as the tip of his bulge was hitting his dripping wet center, a feeling he thought about every minute since they last parted. This time, however, even less clothing restricted them, the thin fabric of his panties barely doing much to keep him sane. Cosmo ground down onto it, but Sprout made him move down harder. He was bucking his hips upwards, as if he was trying to slam into his core despite the clothes blocking them.

“You’re so wet,” Sprout whispered as he pulled back from their kiss, panting shakily as he bit back another moan at how deliciously Cosmo’s hips felt against his throbbing clothed length.

“Do you blame me?” Cosmo whispered back, clinging to the taller toon as they rocked against each other. “I couldn’t be normal when I knew I was gonna have you in bed with me tonight…”

“Oh, I promise I’ll make this worth the wait,” Sprout huskily murmured before suddenly jerking his hips up hard. Cosmo squealed, arching his back as he felt lips press against his own, before traveling to his cheek.

Cosmo’s legs wrapped around Sprout’s waist, getting him seated more comfortably as hot kisses began to drag across his skin, descending down from his cheek to his neck. Cosmo bit down on his lip, humming his little moans and squeaks while tilting his head away, giving Sprout better access to his neck. Their rocking didn’t stop, steadily yet slowly moving against each other as the heat between them grew warmer and warmer.

Sprout dragged his mouth across Cosmo’s neck, pressing firm kisses randomly wherever he went. He loved how his friend squirmed in his arms, shaky breaths and hummed whines falling from those soft lips. When he found a spot to settle down on the side of his neck, he kept his focus, pressing firmly up and down. The pastry’s hands slid to the strawberry’s back, gripping at his shirt tightly as his eyes squeezed shut.

“Mmh… That tickles,” Cosmo giggled a little, before suddenly gasping. A warm tongue slowly dragged up his neck, making him moan as a wet trail painted his skin.

Sprout kissed his way back down, bringing his attention back to the spot where Cosmo’s neck and shoulder met. He parted his lips to begin nibbling lightly at the skin, feeling how Cosmo began to tense, legs squeezing a little tighter around his waist. It made the squirming cutie in his lap giggle again between soft intakes of breath, his hips slowing down due to being distracted.

Sprout suddenly bit down, his teeth digging into the skin slightly, an adorable squeak coming out of Cosmo. The taller toon kept it in, beginning to suckle lightly as his tongue lightly swirled in a circle. Cosmo moaned again, fingers gripping tighter to Sprout’s shirt as a fresh hickey began to form over the other faded ones.

“Hah… Ngh… It’s like you’re trying to eat me,” Cosmo joked, but it earned him another harsh bite. He squealed again, his cunt soaking more in his panties. He couldn’t tell if it was the dry humping or the hard biting that was getting him more turned on.

Sprout started to travel across his neck again, leaving bites and kisses whenever he could. He was eager to find a perfect spot, clamping down on the skin and sucking at it like he was famished. He slowly but surely left new bruises and hickeys on his friend’s neck, his cock throbbing in his shorts while Cosmo kept whining so sweetly for him. Even though the cake roll’s hips had stilled, too overwhelmed by the attention given to his neck, the strawberry didn’t slow down. Sprout kept rubbing his hard-on against Cosmo’s clothed pussy, wanting him to feel how much he wanted him.

Sprout’s hands started to move, but they kept squeezing firmly as they ascended. Cosmo wriggled when the touch brushed against his sides, particularly ticklish as pink hands kept going up and up. There was no mistake where Sprout was headed as his fingertips began to poke underneath Cosmo’s shirt, moving up his sides slowly. Sprout pulled away from Cosmo’s neck with a hot breath, eyes opening to admire the new marks he left on the pastry’s neck. He leaned in to kiss one of the new bruises.

“Can I take off your shirt?” Sprout asks, kissing Cosmo’s collarbone through the fabric.

“Yes, please. Do whatever you want,” Cosmo breathed out, feeling himself get more heated by the minute.

Sprout’s hands slipped deeper inside that tight shirt, marveling in the soft warm skin underneath his fingertips. He always loved groping at Cosmo’s body, feeling how soft and pliable it was. His friend had such a gorgeous figure, committing every little dip and scar to memory. It was all mapped out in his head at this point. He could tell which part was which just with his eyes closed. If Cosmo allowed him to, Sprout would actually kiss every inch of his body, showing his best friend he’s someone who deserves to be worshipped.

Cosmo hummed a soft noise when his shirt began to ride up, feeling air begin to hit his exposed skin. His eyes closed, sighing as Sprout left little kisses on his throat, descending down to his collarbone. The taller toon leaned forward slowly, gently urging Cosmo to lay down. Cosmo’s back hit the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly as Sprout loomed over him, pushing his shirt higher and higher. The tension in the air nearly felt electrifying.

“Arms up, please,” Sprout commands gently.

“Please?” Cosmo repeated with a soft laugh.

“I’m a gentleman,” Sprout simply replies, his hands stilling for just a moment.

“Yeah, ‘cause a gentleman would keep teasing me all night when he knows I want him,” Cosmo snickered, poking his finger at Sprout’s chest playfully.

“I told you I’d make it up to you,” Sprout pouted, feeling a little ashamed for teasing Cosmo all night.

“I know, I know. I just think you’re cute,” Cosmo leaned up to press a kiss right between Sprout’s eyes.

Sprout felt his heart skip a beat, a warmer feeling different from arousal flaring up inside him. Something he’s felt many times before. He pushed it down, wanting to forget about it so it didn’t ruin the moment.

Cosmo finally listened, his arms going up and giving Sprout the confirmation to keep going. Sprout wasted no time, pushing that shirt up and over, sliding it off his arms. Cosmo’s globes spilled out, bouncing slightly as they were freed, like they were dying to get out after being in such squeezing fabric all night. Sprout’s eyes feasted on his chest, his breath getting caught in his throat as he took in the sight of his friend’s smooth, round orbs painted in a dim white glow from the TV static. When his eyes found those dark nipples, he had to swallow the saliva that pooled in his mouth.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when those pretty things were suddenly blocked from his eyes. Cosmo’s arms came up to cover them, looking away with a warm face as he felt strangely vulnerable underneath such a burning gaze.

“You know I hate it when you stare.”

“Ah, shit. Sorry, Cosmo. I just…” Sprout cleared his throat, feeling his own face getting hot.

Sprout gently but firmly grabbed Cosmo’s arm, his eyes searching for any hesitation or discomfort. But all he saw was an eager but flustered look, glancing up at Sprout as he gnawed the inside of his cheek. The strawberry gently pulled his arms away, pushing them down so he could see his chest once again.

“I’m sorry for staring. You have… uh… a v-very nice chest,” Sprout mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You see them all the time,” Cosmo chuckled, shaking his head.

“And they always look gorgeous,” Sprout replied with no hesitation, the sudden regaining of boldness making Cosmo tense.

Sprout tossed Cosmo’s shirt aside, leaving it to be forgotten about on the floor. He leaned down, beginning to press soft kisses to his neck, before dragging down his collarbone. Cosmo exhaled through his nose, eyelids fluttering closed when hot lips descended in between his boobs. He squirmed and arched his back when the kisses grew firmer, his hand reaching up behind him to grab onto the pillow he laid on tightly.

Sprout made his way to Cosmo’s left boob, still kissing along his way before stopping right above his nipple. He breathed hotly against it, the sensation making Cosmo arch his back again, yearning for some attention. He’s already teased the poor thing enough tonight.

He leaned down, his tongue darting out. He made contact with the sensitive bud, slowly running the wet muscle up over it, pressing down firmly. A hummed moan escaped Cosmo’s lips, feeling Sprout’s tongue go down only to lap up the nipple once again. Sprout was convinced he was imagining it, but he couldn’t shake off the slight sweet taste coating his tongue, which somehow got sweeter whenever his friend squirmed at each slow lick.

Then, he pressed the tip of his tongue more firmly, slowly circling it and making it glisten under the dim light. He latched on without warning, enclosing his lips around it before beginning to suck on it.

“Ah! Oh, Sprout,” Cosmo moaned, the first time he said his name like that tonight. Sprout wanted to hear it screamed to the high ceilings of gardenview.

Sprout kept applying suction, his tongue still poking and prodding at Cosmo’s nipple. One of his hands trailed to the pastry’s neglected tit, groping at the globe firmly and massaging the nipple with his palm. He shuddered when Cosmo moaned again, the sound soft but still so delicious. The strawberry hummed in satisfaction when he felt the bud harden in his mouth, knowing he was doing something right.

Sprout pulled away, exhaling shakily before switching breasts. He was immediately on the other, flicking his tongue against the center while his other hand pressed two fingers to rub the nub he just lavished in attention. A mix of a squeal and a whine came out of Cosmo when Sprout latched on again, suckling just as hungrily as he wanted to touch every soft part of him.

“Sprout… S-Sprout, please. Can you move a…” Cosmo’s trailed off, but Sprout knew him so well. He knew exactly what he wanted, and what he needed.

Sprout shifted slightly, leaning back to admire his work for just a moment. Cosmo’s nipples—flushed, glistening, and a little swollen. He’d stare longer, but Cosmo was waiting for him.

His lips found that sweet skin again, leaving tingles as he moved down and down, brushing them over that soft paunch. Sprout hoped he didn’t overdo it with the kisses, he just couldn’t keep himself off. He had yet to hear any complaints.

Cosmo was already spreading his legs when Sprout pressed the final kiss right above the waistband of his panties. The taller toon stared at it, seeing the wet spot that had spread all around. He wiped away some drool dripping from his lip with his hand, clearing his throat.

“Were you like this all day?”

Cosmo immediately nodded, propping himself up on his elbows, resting them behind him. He looked down at the head between his legs, squirming slightly.

“I had to change a few times,” Cosmo admitted.

“Oh, wow. You were that excited, huh?” Sprout chuckled, earning him a huff from his friend.

“Seedly, I swear, if you keep stalling, I’m kicking you out of this room.”

Ouch.

Swallowing down the snarky, playful retort, Sprout gripped the sides of Cosmo’s panties. He tugged them down, eyes glued to his crotch as he took in the sight with a held breath. His cunt was beautiful, glistening and ready as it was finally exposed, something the strawberry had been fantasizing about all day. A string of slick arousal formed, connecting from those cute little star panties to Cosmo’s wet folds, disappearing when the fabric was pulled farther away. Sprout subconsciously licked his lips.

“Holy fuck,” Sprout muttered, eyes widening in awe.

He practically yanked those panties down the rest of the way, tossing it aside a little too harshly as it hit the wall before landing on the hardwood floor without a sound. Cosmo yelped when pink, trembling hands gripped his pudgy thighs, pushing them apart to get a better look at the dripping core that teased the strawberry to no end, beckoning him to dig in. The pastry’s heart raced upon seeing his best friend’s sudden excitement, the eagerness only making his entrance throb in anticipation.

Sprout always got excited to eat him out, even though he’d done it so many times before. This time wasn’t any different, Cosmo supposes.

“I’m sorry, it might be a little messy—” Cosmo cut himself off with a sudden yelp, feeling something hot and wet trail up his folds, making his brain blank for a moment.

“Oh, Cosmo,” Sprout spoke huskily, “Don’t apologize. Don’t you ever fucking apologize for this perfect little pussy.” Another long lap against the pastry’s folds made him gasp loudly.

The taste on Sprout’s tongue was a whirlwind; hot, tangy, a little sweet, yet so achingly real. The pastry certainly didn’t taste like a cake, but this was far better than any sweet he or his friend could have ever baked. It felt like a dream to have Cosmo like this, legs open and ready for his touch—craving for it. He savored it, greedily diving back in for more as he let his tongue slide up his cunt for another addictive hit of flavor. The strawberry wondered if this was another vivid wet dream of his, ones he’d have during the rare nights they couldn’t have sleepovers. But hearing Cosmo whine, wordlessly begging for more, not saying enough yet saying so much brought Sprout back down to reality. His best friend needed him now, and he had a job to do.

Keeping his hands gripped on Cosmo’s thighs, Sprout continued to run his tongue up the wet slit, lapping up any juices that leaked from his hot core. Sweet, soft moans filled the air as he tasted, taking in the endless gush of arousal that blessed his taste buds. His eyes were hooded, keeping his gaze fixed on his best friend’s face as he was only just beginning.

“Yes, fuck… Ngh… I needed this so bad,” Cosmo whined, sitting up as he looked down at the strawberry. He watched as Sprout shifted closer, nestling himself between those plush thighs he held open.

Cosmo bit his lip, breathing shakily through his nose as Sprout’s tongue pushed harder against his folds. It was threatening to push through, yet pulled back just before it could hit a good spot. It kept the smaller toon squirming and tense, building up his need. One hand rested on the mattress below, balling up the sheets in his fist while the other went down to grab at Sprout’s leaves. His fingers brushed through them, gentle at first, before twisting them in his fingers, firmly grasping at the messy leaves. He pushed Sprout’s head closer as his hips bucked forward, ready for more as the strawberry shuddered.

“Go a little deeper, please,” Cosmo begged softly, still trying to push his friend’s head closer.

Sprout was more than happy to oblige.

Still holding onto those star-freckled thighs, he pushed them up, hiking his legs over his shoulders for a better angle. Then, they slid from his legs to his hips, gripping his soft sides as he ran his thumbs in little circles on the flesh, kneading it teasingly. He pulled Cosmo closer, letting himself press so close, almost to the point of suffocating. Sprout opened his mouth a little more, gripping the pastry’s hips when he finally pushed his tongue inside, shooting in without warning.

Cosmo shrieked at the sudden action, his eyes widening as his back arched. On instinct, his soft thighs squeezed shut tightly, right on Sprout’s head. The strawberry’s eyes widened as well, tongue retracting with a gasp as his cheeks were smushed together, trapped between such a pillowy-soft touch.

The pastry’s face heated up, realizing he accidentally clamped his legs shut on his poor friend’s head. He immediately parted them, a heavy exhale falling from Sprout’s lips as Cosmo’s heart twisted in guilt and shame.

“Oh my god—Are you okay?!” Cosmo started to panic upon seeing the dazed look in his friend’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to do that! It just h-happened! I’m so sorry! It was an accident, I swear—”

“Do it again.”

Cosmo shut up in an instant, watching Sprout’s dazed look never change, even as his red face started to grow even redder.

“W-what?”

“Oh, please, do that again,” Sprout groaned, eyelids fluttering slightly.

To Cosmo’s surprise, Sprout’s hands found their way to his thighs again, pushing them together to press against either side of his face. Before Cosmo could properly respond, his hips were grabbed roughly once more, and he was pulled towards Sprout’s drooling mouth. That tongue pressed inside once more, going deeper this time on purpose.

The pastry yelped again, his thighs closing once more from the sudden jolt. Sprout’s eyes nearly rolled back as he got to work, using his tongue to explore Cosmo’s hot, wet cavern. It eagerly swirled and lapped along his inner walls, trying to coax more juices from its depths to give him more sweet nectar to drink up. Cosmo threw his head back with a loud moan, his fist tightening in his friend’s leaves as he was finally relieving the ache that haunted him for hours.

“Mmh! Y-yes! Sprout, that feels so g-good!” Cosmo gasped between whiny moans, jolting and tensing with each brush of that hot muscle against his center.

Sprout was in heaven, eyes fluttering closed as he relaxed in the sensations coursing through his body. He was hungry, noisily suckling up Cosmo’s slick arousal as his tongue dove in deep, trying to touch every inch that would make his friend squeal. His reward was the occasional squeeze of those soft thighs on either side of his head, the pressure making his bulge throb insistently in his pants. It took everything in him not to start humping the bed for any kind of friction, getting way too excited to just be eating Cosmo out.

With the sound of encouraging groans and pretty little ‘please’s, Sprout increased his ministrations. He ran his tongue more insistently along this cunt’s walls, making Cosmo buck his hips for more relief. The strawberry’s fingers dug into his soft hips, leaving slight marks as he drew his tongue back, before pushing it inside. Cosmo shrieked again before breaking off into a low groan, pulling those leaves tighter to anchor himself. That little trick earned Sprout another squeeze to his head, making him groan lowly as well.

Sprout got the hint. Keeping his eyes closed, he began to repeat the action. Slowly retracting his tongue, letting it leave tingles inside Cosmo’s cunt that made him shudder, before suddenly shooting forward once more. It elicited a gaspy moan from his lips, tugging harder at Sprout’s leaves that made the strawberry wince. A wet spot formed at the tip of Sprout’s bulge, pre-cum staining the fabric as he pleasured his needy friend.

“Oh, fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” Cosmo joked between gorgeous whines, turning his head down to watch Sprout steadily tongue-fuck him.

Sprout continued this pace, pulling and pushing inside of Cosmo’s core as he reached as deep as he could go. He knew he could get way farther than this, but that was for later. For now, he tongued the pastry roughly, relishing in Cosmo’s physical reactions.

When the cake roll’s hips began to buck back and forth while his whines grew higher pitched, he knew his friend needed more. Sprout redoubled his efforts, moving his tongue back and forth faster as he lapped up whatever juices oozed from that perfect pussy. Cosmo moaned loudly, his hips still moving back and forth, like he was trying to fuck himself on his best friend’s pumping tongue.

“Yes! Y-yes! That’s it! Fuck, keep going!” Cosmo encouraged, his hand trembling as it tugged harder on Sprout’s leaves.

Unexpectedly, Cosmo’s legs started to move, coming close together. Before Sprout knew it, those legs had wrapped around his head, keeping him locked and trapped in place as Cosmo lost himself in the pleasure. Sprout shuddered and his cock ached, groaning loudly as his face was squeezed so tightly. The vibrations of the taller toon’s groans traveled through his tongue and coursed through Cosmo’s core, making him shudder and cry out.

Sprout picked up the speed, relentlessly sliding his tongue in and out of that tight passage. Cosmo’s pudgy thighs squished Sprout’s face so tight, making the strawberry’s vision blur for a moment. The pastry’s eyes squeezed shut, whining out his cries of ecstasy as each thrust of Sprout’s tongue sent jolts of heat throughout his entire body.

Sprout only retracted his tongue to dart upwards, pressing and flicking against Cosmo’s swollen clit. He immediately jerked, gasping out a yelp as the sensitive bud was stimulated, pushed and rubbed in all the right ways. His head felt like it was spinning as Sprout pushed his tongue back inside his pussy again, deciding to alternate between lavishing attention upon his sensitive clit and warm inner depths. Cosmo’s breaths became heavier as the warmth in him grew hotter, knowing he was reaching his end.

“Sprout…! Ah! Sprout, I’m about to—”

When Sprout pulled out to close his lips around Cosmo’s clit, that’s when he lost it. One gentle suction on the bud sent an electrifying shock through him, a strangled yell escaping his throat. Hot, white cum flooded from his core, spurting against Sprout’s waiting mouth. The strawberry’s head was squeezed even tighter, making him see stars as he groaned hotly, his head yanked back by his leaves so he could taste every drop. He lapped up at Cosmo’s release almost desperately, not wanting to waste anything as he noisily slurped it up.

Heavy panting filled the room as the atmosphere began to calm down, the two of them dazed yet buzzed with excitement. Sprout was still comfortably nestled between Cosmo’s thighs, eyes hooded as he lazily licked his lips, the last of his friend’s sweet release. Cosmo leaned over him, his hand loosening their grip in the strawberry’s hair as he looked down at the mess between his legs. He wasn’t just talking about the cum dripping down his thighs.

Sprout’s eyelids began to flutter again and Cosmo remembered his thighs were still secured around his head. He parted them, watching Sprout take in deeper gasps of breath as he groaned, smiling slightly as he came back to his senses.

“Hey, come on. Just a little longer.”

“Sprout, you looked like you were about to pass out.”

“And?”

Cosmo rolled his eyes with a smirk, shaking his head affectionately as he ruffled the leaves on Sprout’s head. The strawberry’s smile grew, leaning into the touch as he enjoyed the tender gesture. He pressed a kiss to Cosmo’s inner thigh, letting go of his soft hips as they moved to press against the mattress. He pushed himself up, sitting on his knees as he used the hem of his shirt to wipe away whatever slickness was left on his face.

“Ew,” Cosmo grimaced, watching Sprout use his shirt like a napkin.

“What? You want me to use your blanket instead?” Sprout snickered, wiping the drool that had dribbled on his chin.

“I have a tissue box on my nightstand. It’s right here, dork,” Cosmo huffed playfully, gesturing to the small box resting neatly on the wood.

“Oops. Well, it’s fine. I wasn’t gonna keep this on for much longer anyway,” Sprout shrugged, the end of his shirt still bunched up in his grip.

“Oh, good.”

Before Sprout knew it, he felt the hem of his shirt being grabbed too, freezing as the fabric was tugged off his shoulders and leaving his torso bare.

“Cosmo? What are you—”

Sprout was cut off when a hand pressed against his bare chest, pushing him back. He fell backwards with a startled yelp, hitting the soft sheets beneath him. The pastry climbed over the taller toon with a smirk.

“That was a dramatic reaction,” Cosmo teased, hands resting on either side of Sprout’s head.

Sprout shook his head to snap out of his shocked daze, his eyes widening as his face grew a deep shade of red. He had just registered the fact he took off all of Cosmo’s clothes while he got him off, meaning he was completely naked. His gaze traveled down his friend’s body, admiring the gorgeous, plush skin under the dim white glow of the TV behind him, no part of his body left hidden for him to take.

The strawberry didn’t think his pants could get any tighter.

“Now, it’s your turn,” Cosmo beamed, leaning down to start pressing kisses to the taller toon’s neck.

Sprout shuddered, gnawing the inside of his cheek as the touch made him weak. He felt Cosmo get settled, seating himself right on his bulge, his bare pussy against his clothed cock. He bit back a groan as his hand came up to press against his friend’s shoulder.

“Hey, Cosmo, it’s fine—”

Sprout gulped as a firm kiss was pressed under his chin.

“R-really, don’t worry about me.”

Cosmo immediately froze, pulling back to look down at Sprout with furrowed brows.

“What do you mean?” He asked, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

“You don’t have to get me off. We can just skip to the main part,” Sprout replied. He tried sitting up, but Cosmo immediately pushed him back down by the chest.

“Uh-uh. We’re not doing that until you’re taken care of too,” Cosmo stated firmly, a serious frown on his face.

“But—”

“No buts! I can see how hard you are. I’m gonna take care of it,” Cosmo’s tone only got more stern.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to bother with it. I’ll be fine when we start—”

“Sprout.”

The strawberry winced at the way his friend had said his name—one that meant business. He immediately shut up.

Cosmo’s stern gaze softened as he took the hand that was pressed against his shoulder, holding it with both of his own hands.

“You take care of everyone else all the time. You always worry and fuss over the wellbeing of others, but you never think about yourself.”

“But that’s my job—”

“I’m not finished,” Cosmo cuts him off. “You neglect your own needs way too much. Even when we fool around, you always tell me you’re fine when you’re done getting me off.”

Sprout stayed silent, eyes darting away as his lips went down into a little frown. It was true. He’s always looking out for others, but no one really looks out for him. He guessed he didn’t really deserve it—making sure his friends are happy and healthy took a lot of effort. He didn’t have time to worry about his own silly self.

“You’re allowed to be selfish sometimes. Helping others at the expense of yourself really wears you down, and I hate seeing you think your own needs as unimportant.”

Cosmo brought Sprout’s hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of his palm. The gesture made Sprout’s heart beat rapidly, and that warm feeling came back again.

“So, don’t lie to me. I know you want to be relieved too. I’m returning the favor, not just because it’s the respectful thing to do—but also because you deserve it. Someone like you deserves to be taken care of.”

Wow. Okay.

Sprout was speechless, eyes still wide as he looked up at Cosmo, hand twitching as it rested in his friend’s gentle hold. He saw nothing but sincerity in those eyes, not breaking eye contact to show how serious he was. Sprout felt that warm feeling flourish again, making his heart flutter as it made his face warmer. He pushed the feeling back down again, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

He knew Cosmo was right. He always made sure everyone had what they needed, forgetting or even downplaying his own needs so he can use more time to make everyone comfortable. Sprout just didn’t really hold himself to the same standard. He was the caretaker, the concerned friend, the shoulder to cry on. It would be uncharacteristic for the main toon known for his kindness and overprotective nature to want to be tended to just as he did to others, even if it was just for a little while.

Though, honestly, the offer had come up many times. Cosmo would always remind him to rest, to take a break from helping all their friends when he was overdoing it. And he overdid it a lot. The only time anyone would ever see him actually taking the day off is if Cosmo forced him to, through physical means or simply by begging with the cutest pout.

Did he hate it?

No. It felt good to be looked out for, knowing someone had his back while he was there for his friends.

Sprout’s tense shoulders began to relax, letting Cosmo guide his hand back down to rest on his sides. His friend really was sweet, wanting things to be fair, no matter how insistent Sprout was that he’d be fine. Cosmo smiled triumphantly, knowing the stubborn strawberry was letting himself enjoy things for once.

“...Okay. Maybe I sort of want you to suck my dick,” Sprout admitted softly, looking away with a bit of a shy smile. “If you only want to.”

“Of course I want to, dummy,” Cosmo teased, before moving down again. Another kiss brushed against his neck, making Sprout shiver a little. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

However, just as Sprout started to loosen up, a sharp pain shocked him in his neck. He gasped, jumping at the sudden sensation before it hit him again, a new spot on his neck sharply hit. Cosmo’s teeth were sinking into his skin before releasing, his hot breath making the taller toon shiver. The pastry kept moving about, nipping and tugging at his sensitive skin, making Sprout let out embarrassingly high-pitched whines as he squirmed underneath.

“How am I supposed to relax like this?” Sprout chuckled, swallowing a squeak when Cosmo pulled at a small patch of skin with the edge of his teeth.

“By taking it,” Cosmo smirked, running his tongue soothingly against a reddening mark.

“I thought you were supposed to make me feel good.”

“I am.”

Cosmo’s eyes flicked down towards Sprout’s crotch with a knowing grin, subtly addressing the tent in the strawberry’s pajama pants. Sprout’s face felt hotter as he knew he couldn’t deny the obvious arousal bubbling inside him. Cosmo giggled upon watching his face grow a deeper shade of red, pressing a kiss to his jaw… before nipping harshly. Another shaky breath left his lips as his friend descended once again to Sprout’s neck, eager to decorate it in his love bites.

The teasing nips and playful tugs on the skin on his neck made Sprout continuously shiver at each contact. His eyes were shut, his breath hot and heavy as Cosmo acted similar to an animal, biting and marking wherever his lips could go. The pastry would travel fast, lips dragging across his skin, before randomly clamping down on whatever spot he could find. The bites always made the taller toon moan softly, wave after wave of exciting tingles coursing through his veins as he practically melted under his friend’s jaws.

Occasionally, Cosmo would latch on for longer, keeping his teeth locked in place before he began to suckle at his skin. It was always rough, as if he was trying to drink the energy from him to fuel his growing hunger, something Sprout used to never expect seeing from a calm, gentle toon. The near desperate latch was always short, lasting for a few seconds before Cosmo would let go, wildly trying to find a faded hickey to darken once again. It still made Sprout dizzy, exhaling hotly as he realized just how nice it felt to be devoured. Cosmo didn’t even savor his taste; he greedily took whatever he could, biting over and over, like he was trying to get a taste before anyone else had the chance.

The nips started to go down and down, sudden tugs and quick soothing kisses gliding over his collarbone and crossing over his chest. Sprout tilted his head away, lips parted to whine in need as he arched his back into the sensation, silently begging for the feeling to go lower. His fingers dug into the bedsheets, gripping the soft fabric tightly as his legs parted. His hips started moving up and down, bucking into the air, his cock aching for some attention.

“Touch it, please,” Sprout gasped when a particularly hard nip tugged at the skin of his lower stomach, groaning as Cosmo kept his grip for a moment longer than usual before letting go.

Cosmo’s fingers hooked on the waistbands of Sprout’s pants and underwear, pulling back slightly to watch his bulge throb. Not wanting to keep his friend waiting any longer, he tugged it down his legs, keeping his eyes glued to the strawberry’s crotch.

A thick, red length immediately sprang out once the constricting fabric was pulled away, standing tall and proud as it bobbed slightly. Cosmo bit his lip in excitement, pulling off Sprout’s shorts and underwear the rest of the way until it slipped off his legs, hanging off the side of the bed lazily. Sprout sat up but stayed seated, looking down at his erection with a bit of embarrassment as he watched his friend ogle at the sight of his very hard cock.

“You don’t have to go down all the way,” Sprout felt the need to reassure Cosmo.

“I’m going to pretend I haven’t sucked you off hundreds of times before and say thank you, Sprout,” Cosmo replied, shaking his head in amusement.

“I-I’m just saying! Don’t feel like you have to take all of it!” Sprout’s brows furrowed, feeling the back of his neck heat up in shame mixed with genuine concern.

Suddenly, something wet shot up his rigid shaft, making his sensitive cock throb as he cried out, his hips jerking forward pathetically. Cosmo had licked a stripe up his sensitive length, looking up at Sprout with hooded eyes.

“You have nothing to worry about. I’ve got you,” Cosmo reassured, smiling up at Sprout in a way that made his heart race.

With a deep breath, the strawberry forced himself to relax, trusting Cosmo to take care of him. When the pastry saw that Sprout calmed down a little, he took it as a sign to continue.

Cosmo repeated what he did, leaning down to find the base of his length before pressing his tongue against it. He slowly dragged it up, leaving a wet trail as he went. Sprout exhaled shakily, his member twitching in pleasure as he couldn’t help but press his hips forward a little more. It made the pastry’s smile grow, going lower again to run his tongue along the aching flesh.

Sprout couldn’t look away, eyes fixed on Cosmo’s lips as he tasted him. He groaned softly, his cock throbbing when the side of his length was licked up, tracing a vein and mapping out such a sensitive thing. The strawberry noticed how his friend’s lips seemed to glisten slightly, wet from saliva as his mouth hung open to let his tongue out. He watched how Cosmo traced up his sensitive skin almost delicately, creating a dizzying sensation that was enticingly sensual, yet bordering on loving.

A bead of pre-cum formed at the red cockhead, slowly dribbling down the skin. Cosmo moved his tongue up once more, going higher to catch the clear liquid. He lapped it up, his tongue prodding slightly at Sprout’s slit, like he was trying to coax more out of him. The taller toon tensed, fists tightening in the sheets as he moaned out again.

The pastry continued to gently lap at the tip, getting whatever pre-cum he could on his tongue. Then, he pressed a kiss to it, feeling it throb against his lips with a little smirk. His mouth opened once more to dart his tongue out, slowly circling the sensitive head and making Sprout shudder and moan a little louder.

Sprout stopped focusing on Cosmo’s lips when his eyes flicked a bit more up, startled to see the smaller toon was looking directly at him. He was still smirking, eyes lidded as he paid attention to his leaking tip. Sprout looked away immediately, biting back the whine that threatened to escape him as he felt a little too vulnerable.

“You’re so sensitive… You always were,” Cosmo murmured against his skin.

“Please don’t tease me,” Sprout whimpered, his hands trembling slightly as they gripped the blankets.

“I’m not,” Cosmo giggled, pressing another kiss to the tip. “It’s a good thing… It makes me want to do more.”

A breath caught in Sprout’s throat when Cosmo definitely started to do more, wrapping his lips around his tip while still swirling his tongue around it. The taller toon arched his back, a needy moan falling from his lips as one of his hands gripped the back of his friend’s head. His fingers were trembling, holding back the urge to push him down, to take more of his dick. He needed something around it so badly.

Thankfully, Cosmo got the hint. Relaxing his jaw and opening it a little more, he pushed down, his hot and wet mouth finally engulfing Sprout’s hard cock. The strawberry moaned loudly, throwing his head back as the tightness around his length felt so gratifying.

“Ah… Fuck, yes,” Sprout groaned, feeling Cosmo gag slightly at the halfway mark.

The pastry decided to build himself up to taking the whole thing, only getting down halfway on purpose. They both knew he could take more, but Cosmo didn’t want this to end just yet. Gripping onto Sprout's quivering thighs, Cosmo began to enclose his lips tighter around the meaty shaft, pulling up until just the tip remained in his mouth. Then, he descended again, making his jaw relax to take it in his throat.

Sprout spread his legs wider subconsciously, moaning shakily as something so tight and hot was wrapped around his throbbing length. He swallowed the saliva that built in his mouth, arching his hips to silently plead for more. Cosmo’s eyes closed, lips stretching as he went down again, using his throat to massage the rigid length moving in and out of his mouth. He took in breaths through his nose, taking in half of his friend’s dick and trying to work his way to take more. Inch by inch, Cosmo would go down just a little more, gagging with effort but determined to do so.

The trembling first started in Sprout’s thighs, but it slowly started to spread throughout his body. He panted heavily, brows furrowing as he was starting to whine out, gripping Cosmo’s head a little tighter. The stimulation felt amazing on him, craving for more attention. It was taking everything in the strawberry to not lose control, holding back from pushing his friend down all the way and fucking his throat like he was nothing but a toy.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Cosmo let out a soft moan, the vibrations from his throat shooting through Sprout’s thick length. He cried out and slammed his hips up in reaction, making his friend choke harshly.

“A-Ah! I’m sorry!” Sprout whimpered, forcing his hips down and allowing Cosmo to take a breath. “Are you okay? Oh my gosh, I’m terrible. You can stop if you—“

Without any warning at all, Cosmo suddenly pushed down harshly, moaning lewdly as his lips went past the halfway mark. Sprout groaned loudly as he watched in awe, seeing his friend finally take him all the way down to the hilt. The pastry was looking up at him with dilated pupils, teary-eyed but intense, trying to encourage him. He rubbed Sprout’s inner thigh, moaning again around his length, urging his friend to use his throat.

Sprout let himself go once he got the green light. He immediately gripped Cosmo’s head tighter as he pulled back, only to sharply thrust upwards. He shuddered as he moaned loudly once again, eyes squeezing shut as he relished in the sensation of being fully taken in. He started to move, pumping his hips up and down so desperately, whining in between heavy breaths. Cosmo was gagging harshly, his eyes pinched shut as well while his throat was being used.

Honestly, Sprout would’ve felt bad upon hearing those whiny gags and heavy breaths. But he was feeling selfish at the moment.

“Oh, fuck. Cosmo, h-holy shit,” Sprout groaned, thrusting his hips back and forth rapidly as he fucked upwards into his friend’s throat. “Please. I-I’m sorry, I need this—Please hold on a little longer. Oh my gosh—“

Drool dribbled down from Sprout’s lips as he felt like he was in heaven, repeatedly jerking his hips up into such a warm, engulfing cushion. Cosmo’s throat was constricting beautifully around his thick cock, making the strawberry snap his hips faster, his balls starting to smack against his chin. Cosmo let him use his face, knowing his friend definitely needed it, wanting him to get off any way he wanted to. He let out muffled moans between harsh gags, his cunt starting to wetten up again as he rubbed his thighs against each other.

(He knew it was just a taste of what was going to come afterwards.)

Heat started to boil deep inside of Sprout, bubbling and spreading rapidly with each sharp thrust of his hips. He let out more whimpers and whines, gritting his teeth as his cock began to pulse, pressing as deep as he could.

“I can’t—Mmh! You’re gonna have to swallow it!” Sprout cried out.

He pushed Cosmo’s head all the way down, pressing his face against his pubic hair as his length erupted inside his warm throat. He shakily drew out a moan, fingers digging into his friend’s head as they were coated in Cosmo’s melted frosting. Ropes of thick hot cum shot down his friend’s throat, making Cosmo choke as his eyes rolled back. His throat contracted slightly, trying to swallow down whatever he could as Sprout held him there to take in every drop.

Cum dribbled down from Cosmo’s mouth, mixing with spit as he wasn’t able to gulp down everything—despite desperately trying to do so. Sprout hummed a little whimper, his grip loosening on Cosmo’s head as his cock spurted the last of his spunk inside the pastry’s throat. His chest heaved, breathing heavily in and out as his eyes opened, looking down at the smaller toon with a flushed face.

Gently, he urged Cosmo off with a hand, snapping his friend out of his daze as he was so caught up in keeping himself at the hilt. Cosmo pulled off with a shaky gasp, panting as he licked up the cum on his lips as Sprout’s palm was against his cheek. His cock slipped from that hot mouth, softening and utterly spent.

“See?” Cosmo chuckled breathlessly, eyes a little glazed over as he smiled dizzily. “Don’t you feel better now?”

Sprout laughed softly, running his thumb against one of Cosmo’s cute little star freckles. “I do. Thank you, Cosmo. I’ll try to… let myself get tended to. Just once in a while.”

The pastry was satisfied with that answer, but he wasn’t done yet.

His eyes flicked down to the strawberry’s softening cock, coated in trails of cum. Surprising Sprout, Cosmo went down, gently grabbing the shaft and holding it up. He put his tongue against the thick substance dribbling down his length, lapping it up as Sprout shuddered.

The taller toon watched as Cosmo started to clean him up, sensually dragging his tongue along splatters of spunk and replacing it with slick spit. Sprout bit his lip, trying to hold back a little groan as he started to feel the sensation in his cock return to him. His shaft began to stir to life, twitching underneath the wet muscle that gently cleaned him off. It started to stiffen again, perking up with each twitch of his cock as Cosmo drank up what he couldn’t swallow.

After a few moments, Sprout’s length was hard again, aching with need once more. It was Cosmo’s intention, evident in his little grin as he pulled away, watching as it was ready once again.

The two of them locked gazes and already knew what to do.

Cosmo got up, pushing himself off of Sprout as his heart was racing with excitement, lips parted in little breaths. He laid back on the mattress, head rested against his pillow as Sprout sat up, the atmosphere buzzed with eagerness. He was above his friend as he was now on his knees, looking down at the pastry with nothing but raw desire. His cock stiffened more when he saw Cosmo’s eyes mirrored his own, craving him just as much.

“We should’ve gone to sleep hours ago,” Sprout said simply, watching Cosmo spread his legs open for him.

“I wasn’t going to sleep without this,” Cosmo replied with a knowing smile, giggling a little as Sprout aligned his member with his dripping cunt.

“Well, after we do this, we definitely should sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow,” Sprout poked Cosmo’s chest playfully.

“First of all, ow,” Cosmo huffed, rubbing his tit to soothe how Sprout poked it a little too hard. “Second of all, can’t we sleep in just a little late?”

“You have baking lessons with Boxten tomorrow.”

Cosmo put a hand over his eyes, smiling as his face turned a deep shade of brown in embarrassment. “Shit, that’s right. Since the one today was… uh… cancelled.”

Sprout smiled back, putting his hands on either side of Cosmo, steadying himself against the bed. “And whose fault is that?”

“Hey! I apologized already!”

“Sorry, had to,” Sprout chuckled.

He was about to press inside when Cosmo’s voice stopped him.

“Wait. I have a reason to wake up early. What about you?”

Yeah. Why did he have to wake up early?

Truthfully, he had no reason to. Nothing came to his mind when thinking about the agenda for tomorrow.

But he wanted to wake up with his best friend. He didn’t want to miss a moment with him, even if he could score a few more hours of sleep and relax in the fact he didn’t have anything to do. Something as dull as groggily sitting up and stretching his tired limbs in bed, sharing the same mundane experience of simply waking up in the morning sounded quite appealing. If Cosmo would be there, he’d want to be there too. That’s how it always was, and how he wanted it to be.

Oh, jeez, that didn’t sound normal.

Sprout didn’t want to just wake up with him—he wanted to do everything with the pastry by his side. They already were attached to the hip and found a great deal of comfort and understanding in each other that was somehow lost on the other toons. They’d get it, but no one could understand like Cosmo did. The thought of exploring new things and settling into a routine that more intimately involved each other made Sprout’s head spin, sharply intaking a breath of air as his eyes widened ever so slightly.

There was a reason why Sprout wasn’t fooling around with just anyone. This benefit in their strange friendship was a new territory they both wanted to try out. They didn’t go to anyone randomly—they came to each other. They agreed to try it once, and if they didn’t like it, they’d drop it immediately. But if they did, they’d continue. The two obviously liked their hookups a lot, but either outcome of the situation didn’t matter to Sprout. He held a significant amount of trust for Cosmo, and he knew the feeling was mutual. Whatever was laid out would happen.

This stark realization, however, was something Sprout was unsure he’d like to share with Cosmo.

“...I have to clean my closet,” Sprout made up an excuse, stammering slightly.

Cosmo’s brows raised in surprise, a soft intrigued ‘ohhh’ leaving his lips. “All by yourself? Wow. I didn’t expect you to finally be responsible for once.”

Sprout almost didn’t register Cosmo’s words, trying to ignore how his face felt extremely hot now. “Hey, that stings,” Sprout joked.

“Sad but true. Good thing, because I was planning to do a surprise check tomorrow,” Cosmo smirked cheekily.

Sprout shook his head in amusement, moving his hips forward until the tip of his cock brushed against Cosmo’s slick entrance. It made the smaller toon tense, breath stuttering as he regained focus, ready for the deep plunge.

“So… are you ready?” Sprout’s voice took a softer tone.

“You know I am,” Cosmo’s voice matched Sprout’s.

That fuzzy feeling was flaring up again, and Sprout didn’t think he could douse the flames of his heart as easily as he was able to earlier.

Without another word, his hips pushed forward, his thick length finally breaching Cosmo’s tight cavern. Strained grunts cut through the air as Sprout kept going, slowly burying whatever he could inside of Cosmo until the pastry was tensing just a little too much. Just like he did with his mouth, Sprout decided to keep it in halfway, just to ease them both into it. He knew very well Cosmo could take more, and probably would start begging to.

Cosmo kept his legs parted, biting his lip as the ache deep inside him was finally starting to fade, dissipating when Sprout’s cock took that dive and rubbed against his inner walls way more nicely than his friend’s tongue did. Trembling brown hands found pink shoulders, clinging tighter as a mix of dull pain and hungry, greedy pleasure filled his every thought.

“Does it hurt?” Sprout managed to grunt out, studying Cosmo’s face carefully.

“I’m not a virgin, Sprout. I can take it,” The pastry snapped.

“I know, but I still want to check,” The strawberry spoke gently, keeping a kind tone.

“...I know you know. I’m sorry,” Cosmo murmured. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I just really need you to move right now. Please?”

Sprout leaned down, brushing his lips against Cosmo’s forehead. “Of course. I’m sorry for making you wait.”

With that, Sprout withdrew his rigid shaft, pulling all the way back until just the tip rested inside. Then, he surged forward, making sure to only push in half of his hot organ. The cutest little moan came from Cosmo, who gripped his shoulders tighter as Sprout repeated the slow back and forth of his hips. Sprout made sure not to go too slow, not wanting to tease his friend any longer as he kept it steady, letting Cosmo feel the way his cock had become so accustomed to his fluttering core.

Sprout couldn’t stay quiet, enjoying how snug his dick was pumping in and out of his friend’s soft, velvety cunt. He moaned softly too, digging his fingers into the bedsheets as he held himself up above Cosmo. It anchored him to reality, making sure he stayed in check before he’d do something embarrassing—like moving a little too roughly, or accidentally admitting feelings he had just had an awakening about just moments prior.

“Always so tight,” Sprout groaned, plunging into Cosmo’s depths in a way that made the smaller toon arch his back. “Oh, Cosmo… Fuck…”

Sprout’s head craned back, trying to swallow back the noises of pleasure that threatened to spill from his lips. He kept pulling and pushing, hearing Cosmo moan out each time his member surged forward. The air became warmer, a bead of sweat identically forming on both their heads. The pace was sweet but mind-numbing, both of them getting the fix they were deprived of.

“Hah… Ngh… Can you go a little fa—”

Cosmo couldn’t even finish his sentence when Sprout suddenly jerked his hips, a strangled whine coming from his own mouth. The strawberry was starting to push deeper, allowing more of his throbbing cock to be swallowed inch by inch. A shiver jolted through Sprout’s body, groaning as he wanted more of his length to be engulfed. He wanted it all buried deep inside, to make it take every part of him, to accept him wholly and utterly. He tried not to get too carried away, his body trembling with effort as he held back from snapping.

“Ah! Just like that!” Cosmo encouraged in a needy whine. His plush legs came up, wrapping securely around Sprout’s waist as if trying to urge him deeper.

Fueled by Cosmo’s words, Sprout moved with increasing intensity, bucking his hips more wildly. He allowed himself to let loose just a little, rocking in circular motions. Each thrust of his hips made Sprout more and more aroused, knowing he was the cause of his friend’s sweet whines and moans of ecstasy. He decided to look down, opening his eyes as he took in the sight below.

Cosmo was something to behold. He was looking up at him with glazed over eyes, perfect lips open as the greatest melody ever heard danced from his throat. He wanted to hear it ring in his ears, unable to make out any sound other than his wails of delight. His face was still flushed, maybe even warm to the touch, complimenting his colorful star freckles perfectly.

He couldn’t even start with that body. It was laid out so neatly on the bed, staying put and ready to take on whatever Sprout could give him. His chubby figure was shrouded in darkness, highlighted by the white glow of the long forgotten TV. It made him look so tasty, illuminating his features and marks Sprout had made sure to leave all over him. His globes—still swollen and sensitive—were bouncing with each snap of the strawberry’s hips, moving up and down enticingly enough to make Sprout want to sink his teeth in again.

“You look so g-gorgeous,” Sprout moans hotly, eyes scanning Cosmo’s body up and down. It fixed on his wet cunt, watching how it stretched around his thick length. “Like, really fucking gorgeous.”

“Sprout,” Cosmo whined, his hands starting to move. He shakily wrapped his arms around the taller toon’s neck, bringing Sprout down closer.

“I’m serious,” Sprout breathed, face scrunched up as he moaned out, his hips moving faster. “I can’t l-look away. You look so b-beautiful when you’re taking me like this…!”

As the sounds of their lovemaking got louder, Sprout felt his self control slipping. It was cracking, taking blow after blow the more Cosmo eagerly took him, showing him just how much he wanted his body. He wanted to show Cosmo too, make him see—no, feel how crazy he drove him. How he barely lasts a second whenever he remembers he’s got someone this amazing yet somehow so real as a friend.

More than a friend…? Sorta friend…? Companion…?

All Cosmo could do was cry out so nicely, completely flustered and flattered by Sprout’s words. That was all okay with the strawberry, wanting Cosmo to let go of anything occupying his mind. When they got frisky like this, he would make sure to be a good friend, requiring nothing but Cosmo’s eagerness as he would bring him to the brink of bliss. Just as Cosmo tried to formulate a sentence, Sprout pulled all the way out before suddenly slamming deep inside, making the pastry shriek.

Sprout yelled out, surprised by his own actions. It was the final thread, snapping harshly as he couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped himself to his elbows, keeping them on either side of Cosmo’s body as he aimed to keep the energy. He pressed his body closer, their figures colliding as if they were trying to fuse as one. Sprout cried out again as he started to buck like an animal, plowing in and out like his life depended on it.

“Ohhhh, fuck, yes!” Cosmo drawled out, squeezing his arms tighter around Sprout’s neck as his moans filled the air. “Oh my god! Yes! Sprout, you’re going so r-rough!”

Sprout was just as loud as his friend was, shaky and husky moans mixing with Cosmo’s as he rammed his cock viciously inside that tight cavern. The bed was starting to creak underneath them, joining the erotic symphony of their high-pitched voices and chants for more.

“I can’t s-stop,” Sprout croaked out between whiny grunts, gritting his teeth as his elbows dug into the mattress to keep him up. “I can’t f-fucking stop! Ah! Take it, Cosmo! Please, take it! Take it all! I really n-need you to!”

Cosmo’s response was another loud moan, his thighs managing to squeeze even tighter around his thick cock. Their mixed slick arousal dribbled down between them, making the rough pace easier to keep as Sprout was able to slide in and out with barely any effort at all. This all came naturally; wanting Cosmo and every part of Cosmo was a natural feeling.

Their bodies began to glisten, slick with sweat as the brutal pace continued. The room filled with their desperate gasps and shaky moans, losing themselves in each other once again. Sprout was like a madman, crying out and shaking like a leaf as he rocked his hips down into such a warm, tight cunt. Cosmo was barely able to think, drooling while he kept shrieking out a jumbled string of ‘yes’s as he laid there and took every brutal thrust that went hilt-deep. When that cock hit his cervix, Cosmo almost screamed, gasping loudly.

Cosmo didn’t need to say anything as Sprout knew what he hit. He pressed their foreheads together as his hips were now moving in a blur, balls lewdly smacking against Cosmo’s ass while he aimed for that sweet spot again. He relished in how his friend would grip him tighter, making his eyes roll back as incomprehensible whimpers and cries rung in his ears. This was the kind of closeness he couldn’t enjoy with anyone else. There’s no way anyone else felt this good, and honestly, he didn’t want to find out if it was true.

They weren’t even dating, and yet, the thought of pursuing someone else felt wrong. Like a betrayal.

“Cosmo…” Sprout breathed out, biting his lip to muffle a low moan.

“Yes, Sprout?” Cosmo keened, struggling but managing to focus his gaze on Sprout.

Sprout looked down at Cosmo, gulping the lump in his throat. The feelings in him were swirling around wildly, boiling hot and nearly burning his insides as he let it control his body. His mouth opened to let himself groan, but he tried to speak, his lips quivering as he tried to find his words.

“I…”

I love you.

“C-Cosmo… Ngh…! I just… I wanted to s-say…”

I love you so, so much.

His hips stuttered, his words dying in his throat. Cosmo’s brows furrowed, eerily observant, even when his guts were getting rearranged.

In a surge of frustration, Sprout shot down, sinking his teeth into Cosmo’s neck. Cosmo threw his head back, crying out as his teeth dug in as deep as it could go, leaving a nasty dark mark like he was trying to take a bite out of him. Sprout used it as leverage, gripping tightly and refusing to let go as he pounded into his pussy like an animal. The pastry was into it, a loud moan following his whine of pain as it mixed with his ecstasy.

The breaking point was nearing. They were brought to their peak, voices getting hoarse and weaker as the knot inside them both kept twisting and twisting. Sprout didn’t slow his pace, even as his hips were aching, burning and ready to collapse. He was going to draw this out, and he hoped the orgasm was so mind-boggling that he could forget about his near-slip up.

It took just a few more relentless thrusts before the two reached their end. Sprout slammed inside to the hilt, burying himself as deep as he could go with a loud yell, eyes squeezing shut as his cock erupted. Cosmo followed in suit not too long after, his cunt clamping down so tight it was nearly painful as he shakily gasped. Their fluids mixed together, Cosmo coating Sprout’s hard length in his white globs of cum as Sprout shot spurts of thick semen into his friend’s womb. Sprout’s hips jerked with each spurt of his orgasm, wanting all of it to pool inside.

They both remained still as they rode out their climaxes, panting like dogs and whimpering occasionally as they had a lot to give to each other. The tension in the air calmed down, the burning fire in them both finally deciding to dim. They gazed at each other wordlessly, breaths starting to slowly even out as they got out all that they could.

When Sprout was sure the flow had stopped, he slowly pulled out, his cock softening as it exited. Cosmo’s cunt was gaping slightly, a flood of their mixed juices trickling down his thighs, puddling on the sheets and getting soaked in it. The strawberry watched, humming a noise of satisfaction as he knew that was definitely going to stain. That was a problem for future them to deal with.

“Are you okay…?” Cosmo mumbled, blinking away tears of overstimulation.

“Are YOU okay?” Sprout immediately replied, his voice a bit soft from how much his throat hurt from yelling.

“Oh,” Cosmo huffed, brows furrowing in lighthearted annoyance. “Sprout, come on. I asked first.”

“Well, I asked louder,” Sprout asserted, cupping his cheek gently with one hand. “Come on, you say first.”

“...I’m okay,” Cosmo replied, one of his own hands mimicking Sprout’s, caressing the side of his face.

“Good. Then I’m okay, too.”

Sprout leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Cosmo’s forehead. The pastry returned the gesture, giving a lazy smooch to his temple, pulling him down slightly.

That used the last of Sprout’s energy. With a dramatic groan, he collapsed, falling face-first into the space right next to Cosmo. His limbs were sore from holding himself up for so long, and don’t even get him started on how his hips felt.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Cosmo chuckled weakly, turning to lay on his side. His hand gently ran along his shoulder, lightly pressing his thumb into the flesh.

“Mhym bhackm hmurtms,” Sprout mumbled into the pillow, the unintelligible sound making Cosmo chuckle again.

“Oh, get over here, dork.”

Sprout didn’t need to be told twice, lifting his head from the pillow. He turned on his side as well, facing Cosmo, who already had his arms open. He shuffled closer, wrapping his arms around Cosmo’s soft waist as the pastry did the same, making him feel secure in his need to comfort and be comforted. He rubbed Cosmo’s sides slowly, hoping to soothe any ache he might have caused with his roughness from earlier. It was cute to feel Cosmo mirror his actions, caressing his sides with equal tenderness and care.

Lazy, feather-light kisses tickled his neck, knowing Cosmo was obviously tired. He looked down to see Cosmo’s eyes had already closed, just barely clinging on to consciousness. It made Sprout yawn, feeling the weight of sleep starting to crash down on him.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, a soft voice stopped him.

“Sprout?”

“Mmh?” Sprout hummed in response, peaking one eye open.

“What were you gonna tell me earlier?”

Sprout’s jaw clenched, feeling a twinge of panic shoot back again. He had hoped Cosmo had forgotten about it, but he never does. Sweet, caring Cosmo never forgets anything. He’s too good for him.

“I’ll be honest, I forgot,” Sprout chuckled softly, putting on his best fake attempt at admittance. “It was probably some awkward dirty talk.”

All that came from Cosmo was a hum, clearly too tired to deal with this now. He knew his friend would bring it up later, since he could read him like a book. But, he hoped it wouldn’t be any time soon.

“Goodnight,” Cosmo murmured, letting himself go.

Sprout’s arms tightened slightly around his best friend, pulling him closer against his body.

They were just friends. They had similar hobbies, got along very well, and patched up any issues whenever they arose. They tried new things together, because that’s what best friends do. If anything unexplored seemed too scary to do alone, they’d try it, hand in hand. These newfound feelings can’t flourish—no matter how long he’d hold it in.

Though, wasn’t sex just another experiment for them? It was another experience Sprout had wanted to try for so long. Something he constantly tried to throw away, because they were just friends. But here they were, bodies bare and vulnerable, snuggled up together under the sheets.

When did the lines between friendship and romance blur so much, it was unrecognizable what crossed boundaries anymore?

“Goodnight, Cosmo.”

Sprout reached back, grabbing the remote off the nightstand to switch the TV off. He dropped it in the space beside him, too exhausted to move any further.

He’d think about it later. He had to get up early to clean his closet, after all.

Chapter 2: dumb art I did lol

this came up in my head while I was writing and I thought it would be funny 

Chapter 3: NOT A CHAPTER BUT I GOTTA SHARE THIS (audio!)

I HAD TO SHARE THIS MY DEAR FRIENDS MADE AN AUDIO OF THIS FIC!!!!!! I CAME HERE TO LINK IT PLEASE GIVE IT A LISTEN EVERYONE!! ITS REALLY GOOD AND AWESOME AND I HAVE A BONER RN (doesn’t have a penis)

THEY DID AMAZING PLEASE SHOW THEM LOVE THIS IS SO SO SO SO SO GOOD IM GOING INSANE AAAUGRGRHRHDHE

idk if this is gonna link I rarely use ao3 take the link and leave

https://x.com/gayswissroll/status/1933210292668056044?s=46&t=lV8Jn0fJ5nyi-WQQD_P8dQ

also!! little update!!

im trying to write more over the summer since i’m off from work for the time being :] very slow progress will be made but im trying to get there!! be patient with me i don’t know what im doing 99% of the time

okay bye guys ^_^

(and if you guys want, you can follow my private account on Twitter @artiesquirt !! i kept myself anonymous so no one mentions my work on my main account since a lot of minors follow me there. but we’re all adults here. my private is mostly full of my nsfw drawings but I’ll occasionally have sneak peaks of my writings! tho i may vent sometimes and say nonsense. yay!!!!!)

-Vi

Notes:

im such a freak cuz a huge reason why this took so long to write is cuz i struggled with the buildup. i kept putting it off until i finally managed to write it out. i locked the FUCK in after finishing that part and just slid through the sex part LMAOOOO

so sorry again for the long wait!! work kept me busy, and i kept procrastinating !! this is the first smut i ever posted publicly, and i havent done too much of it before. i hope you all like it!!

shoutout to my friend vendetta who hears my brainrot and was the first to read this fic and my other fic. he is a freak ! he also wrote a REALLY YUMMY fic called Lost In The Woods you should totally check it out hhehehhehehehehe

as stated before, feedback is appreciated!! and let me know if i need to edit the tags! i never used ao3 much before LOL

and let me know if youd like more work from me!! I LOVE FRUITCAKE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

have a good day/night!!

-Vi

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of VI’S FRUITCAKE BRAINROT