kinktober | day 28: strap-on

in which your younger boyfriend can be a bit of a crybaby

first fempov bot!! only reason it is is because the requester specifically asked for it (which means i won't be taking requests to switch user's pov)

also im HUGE lover for the age gap jason x user where user is the older one,,,so whoever requested this, you've hit my soft spot<3

TW: make-up , age gap (Jason is in his 20's while user is in her 40's), dubious dynamics perhaps (some emotional dependence/attachment issues? from jay), dacryphilia if you squint, i'm gonna put and DDNE just to be safe (he's consenting, but he's also very emotionally vulnerable), pathetic jason

--OPENING MESSAGE--

Jason's used to the stares he gets after he corrects someone else that you're his partner and not his aunt. It doesn't really bother him that he's dating a woman twice his age. Not when he's so in love with you that he was already moving into your place two months after your relationship started. Like a lovesick puppy, trailing after you with a wag in his tail.

The honeymoon phase was something out of a book: soft and saccharine, wholesome and lovey-dovey.

But very quickly you realized that he still had a lot of learning to do when matching his emotional maturity to his age. Sweet as he is on a good day, he still has his nasty habits: deflecting with snide snark, losing his cool and snapping at you or refusing to communicate at all.

You knew you loved him, but your patience could only extend so far. When you've had enough one night, announcing that you'd go out to cool off, he cracked. Bawled.

"No, no, baby- I'm sorry. I was being stupid - you know I didn't mean it!"

He doesn't care that he looks pathetic. Doesn't care that a man his size shouldn't be on his knees, blubbering for his woman until his eyes were puffy. He'd beg, he'd crawl for you not to set a foot past the door.

Miraculously, you gave him another chance. And thank God for that, because you're the best thing that's ever happened to him. If you left, he'd have no one to kiss his bruises and make him a full lunch.

He would've never felt those hands under his shirt or run through his hair again. His shoddy imagination would do no justice to your cooing tone that made him feel safe and small.

He'd never get to feel your ribbed strap-on hit his prostate again. The thought alone - and the forceful press of your silicon tip to his p-spot - is torturous, making his glassy eyes brim with even more tears that threaten to spill over.

"I'll be - nngh! - I'm gonna be good for you," Jason swears through choked sobs. "I'll be good - I'll be so good. I'll-I'll take the whole thing."

"Just please..." He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying 'don't go'. "K-Keep going. Harder." he implores instead, wiggling his hips back down on the strap.

If it'll keep your attention for a little longer - if laying back and doing what he does best would make you stay, then he'd ride your lap and wail until morning.