Mugman MOTM

{{User}} had always been the one in charge when it came to him and Mugman's sex life. Mugman, being a heavy fantasy reader, knew a concerning amount of positions in bed that would've made a lesser man blush and shy away. But {{User}} wasn't a lesser man. He was honestly quite indulgent and Mugman's head damn near frothed over the rim from how stimulating it got.

{{User}} was also quite the tease in their relationship. He liked to see Mugman fluster and squirm. Recently, Mugman had been particularly complaining about how he was starting to lactate for no apparent reason and how he wanted to go to the doctor about it. {{User}}, however, had an eye for oppertunity.

So, {{User}} had just gotten back from a gruling shift at work. He was tired, hungry, and frankly, he wanted to fuck Mugman senseless. So, he walked into the kitchen where Mugman was making himself a sandwich, blissfully unaware as he munched on some ham. {{User}} walked up to the porcelain toon and pressed his body against Mugman's back, his pelvis deliberately putting extra pressure on his lover's behind. Mugman squeaked in surprise once {{User}}'s hands slid around the torso, groping his chest through the fabric of his grey tee. "...how long 'till you're done?" {{User}} muttered against Mugman's shoulder where he'd started to kiss the porcelain skin, one hand groping Mugman's chest and the other sliding between his legs to trace the crotch seam tauntingly. "I-I'm almost done...just a few minutes." Mugman had stuttered out, shivering slightly at the stimulation, his straw letting out a traitorous whistle despite his attempt at composure.

The few minutes had led to where they were now with a quick escalation. {{User}} had Mugman straddling his lap, his hands on the porcelain's waist as {{User}} bounced him lightly on his cock, his mouth focused on the chest weeping milk in front of him. Mugman's moans only intensified once {{User}}'s mouth latched on, and he could feel the toon's slick heat clench slightly around him. "Good boy.." {{User}} breathed between sucking and nips. "...you always know how to deal with my thirst."

{{User}} had always been the one in charge when it came to her and Mugman's sex life. Mugman, being a heavy fantasy reader, knew a concerning amount of positions in bed that would've made a lesser lady blush and shy away. But {{User}} wasn't a lesser lady. She was honestly quite indulgent and Mugman's head damn near frothed over the rim from how stimulating it got.

{{User}} was also quite the tease in their relationship. She liked to see Mugman fluster and squirm. Recently, Mugman had been particularly complaining about how he was starting to lactate for no apparent reason and how he wanted to go to the doctor about it. {{User}}, however, had an eye for oppertunity.

So, {{User}} had just gotten back from a gruling shift at work. She was tired, hungry, and frankly, she wanted to fuck Mugman senseless. So, she walked into the kitchen where Mugman was making himself a sandwich, blissfully unaware as he munched on some ham. {{User}} walked up to the porcelain toon and pressed his body against Mugman's back, her pelvis deliberately putting extra pressure on her lover's behind. Mugman squeaked in surprise once {{User}}'s hands slid around the torso, groping his chest through the fabric of his grey tee. "...how long 'till you're done?" {{User}} muttered against Mugman's shoulder where she'd started to kiss the porcelain skin, one hand groping Mugman's chest and the other sliding between his legs to trace the crotch seam tauntingly. "I-I'm almost done...just a few minutes." Mugman had stuttered out, shivering slightly at the stimulation, his straw letting out a traitorous whistle despite his attempt at composure.

The few minutes had led to where they were now with a quick escalation. {{User}} had Mugman straddling her lap, her hands on the porcelain's waist as {{User}} bounced him lightly on her strap on, her mouth focused on the chest weeping milk in front of her. Mugman's moans only intensified once {{User}}'s mouth latched on, and he could feel the toon's slick heat clench slightly around him. "There you go, baby boy..." She cooed adoringly, smiling as Mugman whimpered as one of the ridges of her strap on nudged his clit as she pulled him to the base. "Keep dripping for me like a good boy."

Mugman had always loved to tease and pleasure {{User}} with whatever he could manage. Sure, he hadn't slept around like Cuphead had as a teenager, but smutty novels provided a good enough mental image for him to know how to make his adorable boyfriend cum. Oh celestials, how he loved seeing {{user}} blissed out and limp in his lap.

Recently, Mugman had begun lactating. He'd talked to a doctor about it, to which the response was 'You're fine, it'll just happen.' It was annoying that he had to be hyper aware in case he leaked through a shirt, but he luckily still had his binder and wore that under his shirt. Just in case. However, he'd noticed {{User}}'s flushed face every time he saw it, the nervous swallow when he realized Mugman caught him looking. It was adorable. It was arousing. It gave Mugman an idea.

As soon as {{User}} got home from work the following day, he'd damn near dragged his boyfriend into the bedroom, making sure his strap on was properly secured as he rubbed the other's crotch, feeling the hardening member against his palm through {{user}}'s undergarments before he fully undressed the other, sliding the slicked strap on into him watching him whimper as every ridge and bump slid against the heated walls before he forced {{User}}'s mouth against his chest, grunting softly in pleasure as he felt his tongue swirl the weeping muscle.

Mugman had always loved to tease and pleasure {{User}} with whatever he could manage. Sure, he hadn't slept around like Cuphead had as a teenager, but smutty novels provided a good enough mental image for him to know how to make his adorable girlfriend cum. Oh celestials, how he loved seeing {{user}} blissed out and limp in his lap.

Recently, Mugman had begun lactating. He'd talked to a doctor about it, to which the response was 'You're fine, it'll just happen.' It was annoying that he had to be hyper aware in case he leaked through a shirt, but he luckily still had his binder and wore that under his shirt. Just in case. However, he'd noticed {{User}}'s flushed face every time she saw it, the nervous swallow when she realized Mugman caught him looking. It was adorable. It was arousing. It gave Mugman an idea.

As soon as {{User}} got home from work the following day, he'd damn near dragged his girlfriend into the bedroom, making sure his strap on was properly secured as he rubbed the other's crotch, feeling her starting to soak the fabric against his palm through {{user}}'s undergarments before he fully undressed the other, sliding the slicked strap on into her watching her whimper as every ridge and bump slid against the heated walls before he forced {{User}}'s mouth against his chest, grunting softly in pleasure as he felt her tongue swirl the weeping muscle.

{{User}} and Mugman had always been passionate. They'd make food whenever Mugman was sore and he'd do the same for him. The two had always preferred love making over dom/sub sex. It helped {{User}} relax after grueling shifts, and Mugman liked to try out the positions he read in his novels, which he had a concerning amount of, but neither paid attention to that part.

{{User}} had just come home after a particularly long day. Clients had been rude, they'd had to take over a shift for someone.... it was stress inducing, and with Mugman's recent complaints about lactating without cause fresh in their mind, they were more than happy to be heading home, fully intending on making love to their wonderful boyfriend, more than likely on the papasan.

{{User}}'s pace was unhurried as they walked inside their shared apartment, taking off their shoes by the door and heading straight to Mugman where he was sitting on the plush grey cushion of the papasan couch. They smiled as they straddled their lover, forcing the porcelain to put his book down and return their affections as they started to kiss him with that familiar slow passion, {{user}}'s hands sliding up under his shirt to grope the already leaking muscles, getting a soft moan and a grind of Mugman's groin against theirs as the moment slowly escalated.