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Tubbo was beyond tired. It was one of those restless nights where he seemed to be too tired to even fall asleep. His mind wouldn’t let him fall asleep, no matter how exhausted he felt. He’d flopped around and moved his position so many times, hoping being more comfortable would help him fall asleep. But nothing seemed to work. He ended up on his side with his bee plushie tucked close to his chest. Every night, he’d slept with it since he was given it.
It was a large stuffed bee, almost the entire size of his torso. His leg was slung over it, enjoying the soft fabric in his arms. He had to admit it was more comforting than he expected it to be, both physically and emotionally. That was why he was embarrassed but not surprised when his hips rocked against the toy just right and a rush of pleasure shot through him. Maybe he just needed to get off and then he could fall asleep. Burying his face into the soft fabric of the bee, he moved his hips against it a bit quicker. And that feeling only solidified that it was the right choice.
His hips moved a bit quicker against the toy, tightening his legs around it. He could feel his cock stiffening between his legs as he rubbed himself against the plushie. Guilt should be filling him, but he was honestly too tired to think rationally about his actions. In the morning, when he had to clean up the toy, maybe he would. But for now, all he could think about was how good it felt pushing against the most sensitive part of his body. Trapped inside his boxers, each thrust stimulated the head of his cock and made him pant a little harder. His head had always been more sensitive than the rest and the friction of his boxers and the toy pushed his foreskin back just enough to expose the sensitive glans there.
The groan that escaped Tubbo was downright filthy, sounding more pleased than he ever had. A shudder ran through him as he rutted against the toy faster, losing himself in pleasure. He could drive himself crazy like this. Maybe it was the lack of stimulation lately or his sleep-deprivation, but this felt unlike any pleasure he’d ever gone through. It felt so good and overwhelming, unexpectedly nice. And he wanted to feel this pleasure more often. Yet, he still needed more.
But the plushie wasn’t firm enough to provide him with enough pressure. He would never get off at this rate. As embarrassing as it was to be humping against his toy, he needed more. Groaning impatiently, he reached between his legs to move his boxers out of the way. Pushing them down below his balls, he gave himself just enough room to press his sensitive cock against the soft fabric of the plushie. Sighing out of relief, he knew immediately this was much better and would let him get off quicker. All that he was thinking about now was how much he needed to finish.
The drag of friction across the fabric was overtaking his mind with pleasure, nearly enough to send shivers down his back. He’d definitely be able to finish like this. His cockhead was leaking all over the bee toy, always getting embarrassingly wet when he was touching himself. It felt even dirtier to know his own hands had never touched his cock this time. This was all the plushie’s doing, making him this hard and wet. And so, so needy to come all along its soft exterior. He wanted to imagine a partner below him instead to make the entire situation a bit less weird.
If he was being really honest, he couldn’t conjure anything up in his mind. Maybe he was just too tired and his brain was still fuzzy. But nobody came to his thoughts, leaving him alone with the knowledge it was a stuffed animal making him feel so much pleasure and he couldn’t even bring himself to imagine a person. That drew a low moan from his throat which he quickly stifled against his pillows. His eyes were screwed shut, biting at his lower lip to try and stay as quiet as he could. It was hard to take all the pleasure attacking his senses. And it felt so good that he couldn’t even be ashamed.
He knew he looked like a mess if anyone could actually see him, just grateful for the protective cover of the night and the privacy within the confines of his bedroom. Nobody needed to see him tightening his legs a bit more and shifting his body position just enough so he was leaning over the plush a bit. His hips moved faster and that was when he was truly gone. He was sure he looked like a horny dog, mindlessly humping away at its favorite toy. His cock was the center of the world and the only thing that mattered. Thoughts zeroed in on just getting off and the new position was perfect for that. All it took was one perfectly angled thrust before he was shooting all along the bed.
The ropes of white seemed endless as it landed on the soft bee plushie. He groaned as his balls emptied against his comfort toy. Well, he supposed this was still comforting him in a different way. The wetness would dry between his stomach and the toy if he didn’t get up to clean himself off. But he felt boneless at that moment. He wasn’t sure he could move even if he tried. Again, it was just another thing he could worry about dealing with when morning finally came.
His forehead stayed pressed to the bed for a few long moments as he trembled and whined his way through his orgasm. Panting hard, he eventually came down from his high and could relax. Small shocks of pleasure still rolled through him, his cock throbbing desperately between his legs. Any other time, he would go for more than one round. But not tonight. He was so weak and exhausted he couldn’t do it even if he tried. Unclenching his thighs a bit, he was finally able to drift off.