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Your legs quivered as freshly manicured nails dug into his shoulders. Tear after tear ran from your eyes, sniffles heard from where your head laid on his shoulder. His tip nudged your cervix, as deep as he could go.

Harry was always on top, always fucking you until you were completely stupid. You were always on your back or on your stomach, weakly clawing at his arms and whimpering his name. That was what the two of you liked, but then you decided to get confident.

“I bet I could ride you better than you can fuck me,” you had said. The confident smirk on your face made Harry want to tear his eyes out.

Harry was never one to back down from a challenge though, so now he had his back against the headboard, sitting there as he watched you cry as you tried to ride him. He was too big, and every movement you made felt like too much. He just sat there, arms crossed as he watched you quiver.

“Harry, Harry, please..” you whined. Tears ran over your puffy lips, cheeks flushed. He looked at you, visibly amused by the sight before him.

Yet after minutes passed and you had hardly gotten in five real bounces on his cock, he was a little frustrated. His arms uncrossed and his fingers dug into your hips.

“I thought you were confident, hm? Ride me better than I can fuck you?” His head tilted as he guided you up and down on his cock. Your body just fell forwards, cheek pressing against his pec. He grumbled and wrapped his arms around you tighter, lifting his hips to fuck himself up into you. “Fucking useless,” he grumbled.

The short whine that was pulled from your lips from the insult made him smile. You felt it against your own skin.

“Dont cum unless I tell you to, got it?” He mumbled. No response came from you, so he tugged your head back to look at him. One of his hands met your cheek. The skin turned red where he hit. “Got it?” he repeated more sternly. You nodded. Good enough.

He kept your head tugged back to see your face as the tears dried on your cheeks. His cock twitched at the sight of your glossy eyes, seeming so out of focus. He was focused on his own pleasure, but he felt your walls flutter around his cock. You were close? Already? He huffed and made quicker, shallower thrusts, not granting the pleasure of those deep thrusts.

At that pace, he was going to cum first. As he felt his own climax begin to wash over him, he rammed his cock back all the way in, his tip brushing your cervix once more. The almost pained gasp that came from the intrusion was enough to set him off. His cum filled the warm space to the brim, the space that he had fucked himself into until he knew no other man would be able to make you feel that good.

Before you were able to climax as well, he pulled himself out of your hole. His tip landed two mean smacks to your clit before he picked you up and set you aside.

Now that he was in charge of his father’s business though, the stress he experienced increased tenfold. The hours he spent doing paperwork, trying to figure out what the actual fuck was going on, was really getting to him. One day, as he was sat in his office, hunched over the desk, you walked in. You carried a glass of water in your hands, meant to be for yourself. The glass was placed on the desk and he downed it in a second. No use in protesting now.

“Youre overworking yourself, Harry,” you said. He leaned back in his chair and nodded.

“I know, but this is important.” His hand stretched out to take one of yours. He kissed each knuckle twice. Your free hand ran through his hair, which he leaned into. A slight smile curved your lips at the sight.

“You’re so tense,” you whispered, the words seeming to leave your lips as a sigh. You pulled your hands away from him to rest on his shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots of his muscles. He groaned softly and leaned back a little more, slouching. Rounding his chair, you stood in front of him. “Are you coming to bed soon?”

“No, no. I can’t. Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be a while.” He frowned and put his hands on your hips. You nodded and walked to the door, taking the glass with you. Your fingers curled around the doorknob and then you halted. A thought crossed your mind.

“Then can I do what I wanted to do… here?” You turned around again to look at him. His brows furrowed slightly, but he nodded. Crossing the room quickly, the glass hit the wooden desk once more. His eyes followed your every move curiously until he saw you kneel.

“Oh- you meant that?” He gasped slightly. A short nod was all that was given as a response as your fingers moved to tug off the belt he wore with his suit. His hips lifted so you could pull his trousers down as well. His boxers followed. His cock hardened under your touch, twitching slightly as it rose to its full glory. Soft lips pressed kisses along his shaft, tongue darting out to press along the veins that ran up it.

Initially, Harry believed that your actions wouldn’t distract him too much, that maybe it could just be like a massage but… on his cock. It had been a long time since they had the chance to have sex, so he definitely forgot how good it was. After his tip touched your tongue, it was over. His balls strained.

Manicured nails dug into his thighs slightly just to ground herself as you took him into your mouth. His eyes rolled back briefly before opening again to be able to watch. The taste of his precum as it seeped into your mouth seemed heavenly in a way. So foreign, yet so familiar.

One hand was twisting around the parts of him that wouldn’t fit into your mouth, while the other held his balls. They were full and painfully heavy, needing release. He was so very sensitive. The light fondling of his balls had his thighs quivering just slightly as his nails dug into the fancy wooden desk in front of him. There was a call on the phone.

“Motherfucking- mmh..” he moaned softly and denied the call. But they called back again and again. The feeling of your tongue against his cock was too good to let go of though. His fingers threaded into your hair, taking control of your movements as he picked up the phone. “Osborn,” he grunted, doing his best to sound put together. His eyes squeezed shut in focus and he leaned back in the chair, pushing your head down on his cock.

The conversation he had over the phone wasn’t registered by your mind as his hand kept your head pushed down. The smell of him was overwhelming as the light hairs around his base tickled your nose. It seemed like hours until he hung up the phone and released his grip. Removing your mouth from him briefly, you coughed to catch your breath.

“You ok, baby?” He murmured, not realizing what he had really done. You didn’t seem to realize either though. With one more blink and a breath, he was back in your mouth. His thighs tensed and you felt his balls squeeze in your hands. “Shit- fuck.. hold on-“ he grunted and his back arched slightly. Harry always prided himself on not cumming fast, or having his shit together when he did.

Not this time.

With a buck of his hips and a drop of spit running to his balls, he came. “Shi… mm!” He muffled his noise with a hand over his mouth. While he was still spurting cum right down your throat, the door to his office opened.

“Mr. Osborn? Peter Parker is here,” his assistant said. Harry nodded, keeping his hand over his mouth and lowering his head. The assistant was confused at the nearly crosseyed expression Harry had on his face, so he just backed out of the office.

Harry grabbed a tissue from his desk and touched your cheek. “Spit,” he said softly and held the tissue near your mouth. Your lips parted to show your mouth empty. His cum was swallowed.

Harry took a moment and just stared at where he expected to see a pool of his cum and then cleared his throat. He set the tissue on the desk, moved his hair away, and then helped you out from under the desk. But then he spun you around and pinned you to it. His pelvis pressed against your ass.

The decision to drop out was supposed to be one that you were going to bring up to your parents, since that was just… right. Instead of that going as planned, Laird spat out the news during a car ride. There was a huge argument happening between everyone in your family, and you were just thoroughly unimpressed with Lairds decision.

To sort out the issues between the two of you, you tugged him into your shared bedroom.

“Laird! Why did you tell my family about university? That was supposed to be my decision. Not yours,” you said, looking up at him. He frowned and took a step closer, seeming a bit guilty about the whole situation.

“I know, I’m sorry. I was just in the car with them and… it just kind of slipped out, man. You know me!” Laird responded, doing his best to justify his actions while also not angering you further. He stuffed his hands into the shallow front pockets of his low rise jeans. His thumbs stayed outside of the fabric. “I thought it was something we could like… talk out.” His eyes stayed locked on you, and he gave you a sheepish smile.

“Its not. Not this time.” Your arms crossed over your chest. He took a step closer, removing his hands from his pockets. The idea to put his hands in them now seemed pointless. He reached out and cupped your cheek.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure it’ll work out, baby. They can’t stay mad.” He murmured. “You look so sexy though, absolute boner-bait.” He smiled, that stupid smile that made his eyes disappear.

“That wont work tonight,” you told him firmly. He hummed and leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Is that working?” He murmured against the soft skin.

“No,” you responded, your hands somehow on his chest. His head tilted and his lips located new skin on the right side of your neck with an exaggerated and muffled moan. “Ok, maybe a little bit.” Your initial answer changed quickly. Then the left side. His hands reached around and slid from your shoulder blades down your spine, and eventually to meet your ass.

“Lemme make it up to you, you know I’m sorry,” he whispered, head lifting just slightly. The nod that came from you in response was hardly registered by your own mind, but he caught it. His hands squeezed the muscle and he lowered himself slightly to be able to pick you up. Your back hit the stupidly big bed just a few moments later.

His fingers ran down the outsides of your thighs and then moved back to the button keeping on your bottoms. He kissed the fabric beside it and tugged it loose before dragging the clothing off of your body. The way his eyes seemed to roll back as his nose pressed against the soft, thin fabric of your panties, didn’t go unnoticed. His fingers gripped your skin a little tighter as his lips parted to press kisses to your skin through the cotton.

“Laird, don’t tease. Not tonight.” The words slipped out a bit needier than they were supposed to. He nodded, but he obviously didn’t actually comprehend what you said. He kissed your clit through the soft colored garment. Your hips lifted slightly to his face, bumping his nose. That seemed to be what woke him up.

His head turned and his lips pressed against the inside of your thigh. He bit, just an affectionate gesture that sometimes slipped out. Then his hands moved back up your sides, desperate to feel whatever bit of you that he could. His sharp breaths that left his nose could be felt against your skin, as if it hurt him to breathe.

“Thank you,” he murmured. His fingers hooked on the edges of your panties and he pulled them down. The action was agonizingly slow. Laird seemed to relish in the sight. Your head lolled to the side, your leg on that half of your body closed slightly as you attempted to get a better view at him. He was laying on the bottom half of the bed, his hips twitching into the mattress. He was getting off to this.

Once the panties were off, your eyes followed the movements of the hand that held them. He stuffed the cloth into his back pocket. The only thing preventing you from pointing it out and probably calling him an idiot was the feeling of him press his face into your warmth. The moan that rumbled out from his throat was louder than your own.

His mouth opened and he let his tongue fall onto your folds, prying them open with the muscle. His eyes shut as he readjusted his body slightly to get at a better angle. One of his arms wrapped around your hips, tugging your body against his face. The satisfied whimper that he dragged out of you made his hips stutter against the mattress. His other hand found your clit. His thumb rubbed slow circles against the bundle of nerves.

His tongue slipped from between his lips and delved inside of you, swirling to try to get as deep as possible. Your knees closed around his head as he moaned against your core, desperately sucking at your hole. The obscene noises made by your connected bodies were some of the worst you had heard. He pulled back slightly and ran a lick up your folds, moving his thumb briefly away to allow him to suck at it.

“Holy- fuck! Laird-” your fingers curled into his hair, trying to pull him away, but your legs closed and hips lifting to keep him close. He groaned softly against your skin. His lips locked around your clit, sucking and swirling as his fingers moved under his chin to locate your hole once more. “Wait-!” You almost said, but his pointer finger dipped inside. The digit found its way knuckle deep embarrassingly fast.

A few thrusts of the singular finger and he added in his middle, hand shifting to allow quicker and deeper movements. The words that bubbled in your throat all faded to nothing. No thoughts were even allowed in your mind except for him.

The bed shook underneath the two of you, and neither were sure whether it was due to the trembling of your own body under his touch, or due to the way he pushed his cock against the mattress through his jeans.

The way his fingers and mouth navigated your body was better than you could’ve dreamed. Just a few short seconds later, the tips of his fingers located the g-spot. The short cry that was torn from your lips and the buck of your hips was enough of a sign for him. He continued those same movements, not allowing a single moment of rest.

Not until he felt the squeeze of your thighs tighten around his skull and tasted your release on his tongue.

The comedown from your climax seemed never-ending as he dragged his tongue from the top to bottom of your folds until he was sure he tasted it all. The light grey comforter seemed black. His arms wrapped around you and tugged you up to the headboard.

Your eyes wandered curiously down to the bulge in his jeans, which looked very uncomfortable. He stood up from the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Where are you going?” You sat up a little straighter. He pointed at the washroom and down at his jeans. You shook your head. “Come here, I’ll help.”

Laird didn’t make you repeat yourself twice. The jeans and boxers fell from his hips immediately. He nearly ran to the bed and moved next to you. He was harder than a rock, and every breath he took had his cock twitching. You tapped his tip, and he jolted. Using the precum that had gathered at his base, your fingers wrapped around his cock. His legs were shaking even when you weren’t moving.

He always did cum pretty fast, but never as fast as he did then. One stroke and his abs were tensing. Two more and his head fell back with a guttural moan. His cum spurted onto his chest and all over your hand. He didn’t seem ashamed in the slightest. There was no reason to be ashamed anyways. He was just very into you.

As the two of you sat there on the Alaskan king, neither said a thing. His cock softened on his abdomen, your clit ceased to throb. Lairds head turned.

At first, it was fine. Brock enjoyed his girlfriend’s teasing behavior, but then it got to be a bit much. Under the table, she had her hand on his crotch, palming at the zipper to try and just get him to give in. Eventually, he did, but not how she wanted. His fingers curled around her wrist and pushed her hand back to her lap. She looked at him. Everyone was too engrossed in their own conversations to notice.

“Behave,” he said firmly. Y/N glanced down at her hands and then held onto his. He thought she had given up for the time being, but she hadn’t. She pulled his hand under her dress.

“Please?” She attempted to give him puppy eyes in hopes of getting what she wanted. Instead, she got a quick smack to her clothed pussy. She jolted and her fingers curled around the armrest of the chair. Still, no one looked. “You’re being mean, Brock.” Her eyes narrowed on her boyfriend. Brock shrugged.

“Wait until we get home and maybe I’ll give you what you want.” He went back to eating his food. Y/N huffed in frustration as she also continued to eat. Her mind was elsewhere though. All she could think about was the man beside her. For the next few hours, she continued her attempts to get him to just leave the party.

“Brock- Brock, please! We’ve been here for hours, please. Let’s just go home,” she begged. Brock shot her a frustrated glare, then he took her wrist in his hand. He made it look as if he was just taking her to show her something, but he yanked her into the washrooms. He slammed the stall door shut.

“Seriously? You can’t wait a few fucking hours?” He hiked up Y/Ns dress and ripped off her panties. Seriously, he ripped them. He shoved the destroyed panties into the ladies container behind them. Y/N looked up at Brock with her bottom lip sucked under her top teeth. He scoffed.

“You finally gave in?” Her voice was teasing as she put her hand on his chest. He shook his head. Then he shoved two fingers into her mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded. She obeyed. Her tongue swirled around his two thick fingers as he watched her, his eyes dark with anger and lust. Finally, he pulled them out from her lips and then without warning, he pushed his middle finger right up into her pussy. She jolted.

“Brock!” A moan escaped her lips and he pushed his palm against her lips. She whimpered, knowing her lipstick was sure to smudge onto his hand and all over her face. He stared at her as he shoved his finger up into her until only his knuckle was outside.

That one finger couldn’t bring her over the edge or even close to it. He pushed his pointer finger inside of her as well. Her eyes rolled back and she clawed at his arm, moaning against his hand. He looked purely unimpressed.

“You know how much of a little fucking who’re you are? Begging for me to leave a party just to fuck you?” His lips brushed against her ear as he kept his left hand clasped over her mouth. Y/N let out a whimper at his words. “Is this enough for you? You won’t get anything else.” He bit down on her earlobe and she shuddered.

Brock felt her pussy flutter around his fingers and begin to tighten as she neared her orgasm. He continued pumping his fingers into her until he saw her eyes begin to roll back. He pulled them out. He could hear her sobs from behind his hand. Brock pulled away from her and straightened out his suit.

“Zuko, love, take a break,” she whispered. His bicep flexed under her hand, showing his annoyance. “Just for a minute. If you’re just angry then you wont be able to get it.”

Zuko glared at her and took in a sharp inhale as he tried to calm himself down for a second. He showed no interest whatsoever in stopping. Her hand slid down his arm to touch his hand.

“Five minutes, Zuko. It’ll hel-”

“Stop it. I don’t need your help! You’re not a fire bender, so what do you know?” Zuko growled as he yawned his arm away from her. Y/N winced and stumbled backwards, looking down at her wrist. “Just… go and sip tea with my uncle or something.”

Y/N stayed silent and then nodded, walking away quickly. She was holding onto her wrist. She did indeed go and drink tea with Zukos uncle. He was a good man. Zuko was out on the deck of the ship for a few more hours. His mind was filled with thoughts of Y/N at this point though.

He took a seat on the side of the ship where there was a small spot to sit. He looked down at his hands. They were shaking. Zuko thought back to the way he talked to Y/N earlier and he dropped his head into his hands. Total guilt.

Zuko thought back to what had been said. He thought of the quiet insults that he had muttered afterwards. Then he thought of the pained look on her face. He had no clue what had happened to make her look that way.

A few short moments later, Zuko left his seat and walked over to where he knew that she would likely be. He knocked lightly on the door before going in. It only took a few seconds for his eyes to land on her. She was sitting on a small couch, her knees pulled up to her chest and a book rested in her hands.

“Y/N?” Zuko said her name cautiously as he walked over to her. She glanced up and gave him a small smile. “Hey, I’m sorry about earlier.” His voice was quieter than normal.

“Hm? Oh, no. I understand. Its fine.”

“Come on, Y/N. I’m sorry,” he kneeled in front of her and took the book from her hands. Zuko set it aside and then held onto her hands. She pulled her hands away. Zuko frowned. “I didn’t mean to yell. I was just frustrated.”

“I know, Zuko. Its fine,” she said again and gave him another smile. He could see that she was partially lying and it pained him. His hand moved slightly and pushed up her sleeve. After she had left Zuko alone, she had put on a sweater. He looked at her wrist, then up at her.

“Did I do that, baby?” Zuko asked, mortified at the burn mark that spread from the start of her wrist to the middle of her forearm. She pulled her arm away.

“Yeah. Its nothing though. I’m fine. Stop asking.” She yanked her hand away, unhappy with his pestering. He nodded.

“Come on. Please?” he begged for her forgiveness. Y/N sighed and then reached out with her non burnt hand and then touched his cheek. She gave him a smile. A bigger smile than before. “Is that a yes, love?”

“Of course. Its not like I can stay mad at you,” she gave him a kiss on the forehead. He nodded and then stood up. He put out his hand for her, she took it. Zuko brought her to his quarters where he did his best to bandage her wound. He was no medic. “You know its not that big of a deal, right?” Y/N asked as she looked at him. He was standing between her legs as she was sitting on his bed. He was very focused.

“I feel bad,” he muttered. He brought her newly bandages wrist to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the middle. She laughed.

The next day, Zuko was back doing his practices with his aim. Y/N was sitting at the side, silently watching him. When she noticed that his anger was getting to him again, she stood up and walked to him.

When his teammates arrived at the Purdy household, Y/N was the one to welcome them in. They all sat in the living room for a while and hung out. They had some drinks and a couple of snacks before going in for dinner. It was the first time most of them ever really met Brock’s wife. She was wearing a nice dress. It wasn’t too flashy, but it was decently formal. Brock thought she looked gorgeous.

As the night went on, Y/N got more comfortable with everyone. She held up the conversations and kept them happy. Brock admired her for it for a while, but then for some reason, he got a bit jealous. She seemed to be focusing more on them than she was focusing on him. He wasn’t much of a jealous guy so it didn’t make sense, yet that didn’t really matter to him.

He did his best to make it look like he wasn’t bothered with how his wife was talking to his teammates, yet it was hard. He continued to converse with everyone, yet his eyes were almost always on her instead.

A few hours later, the very last of the men left the house. Brock immediately grabbed his wife by the wrist. His eyes narrowed on her.

“What was that, Y/N?” Brock hissed. She looked up at her husband, obviously confused as to what in the world he was going on about. She looked absolutely perplexed.

“What do you mean?”

“Flirting with my teammates? I expected better, even from you.” He muttered. She blinked, then she realized what was going on.

“Are you jealous?” She teased, nudging him on the chest. Brock huffed and looked away.

“No.” He retorted.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.” That went on for a while. Eventually, Brock lost his patience. He grabbed the end of her dress and tugged it up so it was bunched up around her hood. She gasped from the sudden and unexpected exposure. Brock touched the lace panties that she wore, then she ripped them into two. Y/N arched her back towards him.

“Brock, please…” she whined for him, desperately trying to pull off his belt or tie or just anything. Brock pushed her hands away.

“Shut it.” He growled into her ear. Y/N nibbles on her lip to try and keep herself quiet. It seemed like he wasn’t happy with that either. Brock’s hand went to her waist, turning her around before bending her over the nearest surface which was a couch this time. She let out a sharp gasp as the air was knocked from her lungs.

Brock yanked off his belt and this time, he didnt throw it aside. He wrapped it around her waist and tightened it.

His pants were the next to go, shortly followed by his boxers. His tip pressed up against her entrance, teasing it and also occasionally bumping against her clit.

Without warning, he shoved his way inside of her. The air was knocked from her lungs.

“Brock!” She cried and dropped her head. Her legs were shaking and her eyes were rolled back. He was being mean tonight. His deep thrusts started immediately, he didnt ease into it like usual. His balls slapped her clit and she could no longer even say anything. Her brain was complete mush.

One hand was holding onto the belt, using it as a way to drag her back to meet his thrusts. The other hand was on her ass, squeezing it. Brock leaned down, lips brushing against her ear.

“Could any of them make you scream like this? Hm?” Brock hissed into her ear. Y/N tried to respond to him, yet it was impossible. “That’s what I thought.” He scoffed and straightened back up. She always thought that she got more turned on when he was being sweet and loving. Maybe that was still the case. Yet she had never reached her climax as fast as she did now.

Her eyes were rolled right into the back of her head, drool coming from her lips. She was too cockdrunk to even be able to do anything but just twitch. Her body completely gave out, so Brock released the belt and just held onto her hips to keep her from falling.

It only took a few more thrusts before he was nearing his finish as well. He grunted and his hands tightened.

“Damn- I’m gonna have to get you pregnant, yeah? I’ll show everyone who you— fuck— belong to.” Brock groaned into her ear and then pushed himself in as deep as he could go. For a moment, Y/N believed he had just shoved his way right into her womb.

Long spurts of his cum filled her, a short roll of his hips dragging more and more out. Brock held onto her tight and then slowly pulled out. He grabbed her before she could collapse.

Picking her up, Brock carried her to their bedroom. His cum was leaking down her thigh. He scooped it up on his finger and then pushed it into her again. She sniffled at the overstimulation.

Brock got her tucked in, then he ran off to fetch a glass of water. He brought it back for her and laid down beside her.

“Are you ok? I was a bit mean,” Brock whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She hummed.

“Hey! Back off!” Robby shouted. Both of them turned their heads to look at him. It seemed like this harasser knew who he was. He was scared. The boy immediately stepped away from Y/N. That didn’t seem to satisfy Robby though. “The fuck were you about to do, hm?” He got in the boys face, eyes narrowing.

“Sorry, I didn’t know-”

“You’re not supposed to be doing that anyways. Get outta here.” Robby growled and shoved the boy away, making his back hit the wall. Usually a fight would’ve started, but the boy had common sense. He knew what was the smarter option. He scurried off.

Y/N grabbed onto her boyfriends arm and pulled him to her side. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Of course. You ok?” He asked softly. Robby Keene was supposed to be one of the meanest out there, but with her, he was the nicest. His eyes were locked on her, filled with love and concern.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Robby stood at her side as she got her books, then he walked her to class. She was already a bit late. Robby’s next class was on the other side of the school, but it wasn’t really like he cared.

“Ill see you at lunch?” Y/N asked, leaning on the door of her classroom. Robby nodded. She smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before going into her class. Lunch was the next block.

The class seemed shorter than usual, although it was 80 minutes long. The second it was over, Y/N was on her way to go and find Robby. Instead of going to the cafeteria, she went right to his locker. He was a bit confused, but of course he was happy to see her.

“Come.” She took his hand. Robby bit the inside of his cheek and then closed his locker before following her. She spent a little while just talking to him about class, which he listened to. That was because she was waiting for the halls to clear out.

Once the halls were nearly empty, she tugged him right into the nearby janitors closet.

“What are we doing in here?”

“I just wanna thank you.” Y/N looked up at him and put her hand on his chest, pushing him over to the shelf. Robby looked down at her, brows knit together. He wouldn’t try to stop her, since it was what he wanted anyways. She tugged off his belt and then put it on the shelf.

Looking up at Robby, she pushed down his jeans. He clenched his jaw and his breath hitched as her hand wrapped around his cock. His eyes closed and he pushed up his hips slightly.

“Fuck- we’re gonna make a mess in here, Y/N.”

“I can swallow.” Y/N reminded him casually. He let out a groan at that. She narrowed her eyes and then pulled her hand off of him. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, shoving the lacy material into his mouth. His eyes snapped open and he looked at her. “You were being loud.” She smiled innocently and continued to jerk him off.

His eyes rolled back and he closed his eyes just for a moment. He heard her knees hit the floor and felt her hand let go of his cock.

Leaning forward, Y/N pressed a soft kiss to his tip. He bit down on her panties and let out a muffled groan. Her lips wrapped around him and her tongue swirled, pressing up against the veins of his cock.

Her hands fondled his balls, massaging them and urging him to cum soon. He didn’t want to though. His ego was a bit too big to let him cum so fast. Y/N took him fully into her mouth now, putting in more effort to take him all the way. She gagged on his cock.

The thick tip of his cock hit against the back of her throat. Saliva coated him completely. Her jaw was aching from how she kept it open to avoid her teeth grazing over him. Robby was a tough guy, but even he had some sensitive spots.

His hand went to the back of her head, gently guiding her movements. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at him, causing his cock to twitch in her mouth.

Robby’s muscles flexed and his abs rolled before he subconsciously bucked his hips up. Her nose hit his abdomen and she furrowed her brows and her eyes closed. With a few more rolls of his hips, he came.

“Fuck-!” Robby let out a muffled groan, his eyes rolling back. Y/N swirled her tongue around him a few more times, urging him to give her more before she pulled off. A string of saliva connected them. She smiled and swallowed his cum before getting up to her feet.

“Good?” She asked softly, looking up as she pulled her panties out of his mouth. Robby cleared his throat and swallowed.

“Very. Lemme just…” Robby trailed off and pushed the pair of panties into his pocket. She knit her brows together.

“What are you doing?”

Brock dropped his head into the crook of her neck and just hugged her. Y/N ran her hands up and down his back to calm him down. He relaxed under her comforting touch and sighed deeply.

"I dont know what happened today," Brock whispered to her. Y/N frowned and then pulled away from him.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you played great tonight."

"I still lost."

"Brock, stop it." She touched his cheek softly. He subconsciously leaned into her touch. For the next little while, they just kind of sat together and talked. Y/N brought him a snack and a drink so that he had some extra energy, but he just wanted to be with her. '

Later that night, they went to bed. Usually after a game, they would have celebratory sex if the 49ers won. If they lost, usually it would either be just soft sad sex or angry sex. For tonight, it was angry. Brock was laying on the bed, looking up at his girlfriend with glossy eyes. He could not even think anymore. They had spent the past fifteen minutes just making out. Y/N had kissed his neck and jaw to the point where there was no way he would be able to cover up the hickeys. His lips were swollen up from their kissing. He looked flawless.

Y/N had tugged off his pants and his breath hitched. His boxers went off as well, yet she was still fully clothed. Brock reached over for her so that he could unclothe her as well, but she smacked his hand away.

"Ow-"

"You don't get to see anything tonight. It's your punishment for losing." Y/N put her hand on his lower stomach, her index finger moving along his happy trail, making some of the short hairs move out of their usual spots.

Brock groaned in frustration from her denial. He kept his hands to himself though and just stuck to watching her hands on his body. That was enough for him for now. Her fingers wrapped around his cock unexpectedly. Usually she would tease him a little bit more, but apparently not tonight. His hips bucked up into her hand. Her other hand moved to push down his hips and pin them to the bed. He let out a whine groan that just showed how badly he needed her.

She stroked him slowly, too slow for him. His chest was heaving, his abs were rolling. He wanted to be able to at least just fuck up into her hand, but she was making it impossible. Eventually her pace sped up a bit and he let out a sigh of relief. She wasn't too fond of that and that was when she knew what she would spend the next few hours doing.

The second Brock was even beginning to near his orgasm, her pace doubled in speed. His eyes widened and he choked out a moan.

"Wait- Y/N- I'm gonna cum-" Brock gasped out his words between moans and grunts. She knew though. The moment she felt his cock twitch in her hands, she pulled away. "No! Fuck you-" He nearly wailed as his orgasm was ripped away. His head fell aside and he held back tears. Y/N smiled.

"You didn't win the game. Why should you get to cum?" She touched his jaw and he looked up at her with watery eyes. She almost gave in. Almost.

Her fingers wrapped around him again and continued to stroke him. As last time, she brought him right up to his orgasm, but then she pulled away. He groaned out in frustration and screwed his eyes shut.

Hours went on like that. His cock was rock hard and just leaking pre cum uncontrollably. He had stopped holding back the tears long before and had let them fall. He didn't have a choice anyways. His mind had been turned to mush.

Eventually, Y/N started to feel bad. She started feeling bad when all she had to do was touch the side of his cock which usually wasn't even super sensitive and he started sobbing. She sighed.

"You can cum this time, baby." Y/N whispered and Brocks eyes snapped open, looking up at her as if he had just won the lottery. She smiled at his reaction and then started stroking him again. Brocks head fell back and he bucked his hips up into her hand.

She stuck to her promise. She let him cum. Not properly though. As the first spurt of cum left his tip, she pulled her hand away. His hips bucked up pathetically into the air and he choked on his moan. Y/N held onto the back of his head and made him look down at his cock. She made him watch as it twitched sadly and weak strings of cum left his tip, coating his thighs and abdomen.

It took a few minutes for him to calm back down. His cock softened and then Y/N laid down beside him, arms wrapped around him. Brocks heart was beating faster than usual still.

"You're a very mean woman." Brock muttered against her hair. She shrugged.

"I know."

"I'll get you back one day. You know that, right?" Brock promised more to himself. Y/N scoffed at the confidence in his voice.

The couple headed back to their hotel and the moment Brock hit the bed, he had passed out. Although Y/N was used to their… traditions, she wouldn’t wake him just for that. Instead, she laid next to him and also drifted off to sleep.

The night seemed to go on forever, the hours seeming like days. Brock slept like a baby though. He was holding onto his wife and his head was on her chest. It was usually the opposite. Still, it was nice.

Once morning came, their alarm went off, waking them both. They had forgotten about the alarm clock and it had slipped their minds to turn it off the night before. Brock jolted awake and then nearly punched the alarm clock to turn it off. Y/N wheezed when Brock put his weight onto her.

“Oh- sorry, baby.” Brock mumbled and kissed her cheek. She simply hummed in response. Brock was basically laying on her still, but he had put more weight onto his arms so that he was holding himself up a bit.

“You were tired last night,” she whispered, “are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, a lot. Sorry I was so tired, I feel guilty.” Brock frowned and leaned down to kiss her. She let him.

“Its ok, I’m just glad you got some rest.”

“Let me make it up to you, Y/N. Please?” He smiled as he kissed along her jaw. She couldn’t turn down her husband. She moaned a response, so he kept going. His hands went to her thighs, tapping them and getting her to spread them. She did.

Brock groaned as he ground his hips against hers. They looked at each other and then Brock continued nibbling on the sensitive skin of her neck. Y/N arched her back towards him. His fingers hooked around her pajama shorts and then tugged them down. He sat up to throw them aside along with his sweatpants. Their shirts went next.

Both Y/N and Brock were still exhausted, but not too exhausted for each other. Brock held onto her thighs for a moment as he was pushing his cock into her. Y/Ns head fell back in a soft moan. He eased himself inside her until his tip nudged her cervix and his balls pressed against her ass.

He could hardly hold himself up though. His muscles ached and everything in his body was sore. Her legs were over his shoulders as he leaned down and put his nose into the crook of her neck. They took a moment to just lay there together and adjust before Brock made slow rolls of his hips. Y/Ns hands ran down his back and then back up to tangle in his hair.

Brock’s grunts and Y/Ns moans were all that could be heard. There wasn’t much energy (or any at all) in their movements, but every small thrust or slow roll was full of love. His mind was completely fogged over and he couldn’t think of anything except for her. Y/N. His wife. The love of his life. That was it.

Neither of them could last too long, it was too early in the morning and neither had the energy to try and fight off their orgasms. Brock had one of his hands touching her waist and the other beside her head to keep himself stable.

Brock’s hand on her waist drifted to her stomach. It ran over the parts of her body which one day could carry his child. He let out a groan at that. She let out a sharp gasp when he thrusted a little bit harder than before. Brock muttered an apology against her skin, but he couldn’t stop himself.

He was greedy. He wanted as much of her as he could take and that she could give. His groans and grunts got louder and she was muffling her moans in his collarbone.

Her legs twitched and Brock realized she was close. His hand moved from her stomach to flick her clit. She whined and instinctively tried to move away, but she couldn’t. Brock made sure of it. He wanted to feel her cum around his cock.

She whimpered and cried his name as her orgasm hit. Brock put his head next to hers and she was basically moaning into his ear. He could only get in a few more thrusts before he realized he was also nearly at his climax.

“Fuck- come on, sweetheart.” He grunted and his thrusts got a bit more irregular. She gasped and her nails dug into his back. He was babbling into her ear at this point, begging for her to give him a baby. To give him a son to raise in his footsteps. His eyes were screwed shut and his thrusts managed to hit deeper and deeper until he came.

It seemed as if he came straight into her womb. He continued with shallow thrusts, still not a single thought in his mind. Y/N pushed lightly at his chest and he leaned back a bit to look at her.

“Hm?” He hummed.

“Are you gonna pull out?”

“Dont think so.” He responded blankly. “I cant let anything drip, can I?” He teased as he pulled her close and had them move a bit. He laid on his back, she laid on top of him. It was easier for them both that way.

They just laid together like that for a while in silence before Brock spoke up.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, murmuring into her hair. As much as he wanted to just lay there with her, he had to make sure that she was ok.

“No, I’m not too hungry right now.”

“I guess you are pretty full.” He gave her waist a squeeze. Y/N snorted at his stupid joke.

“You’re a goof.” Y/N giggled softly as she rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Brock wrapped his arms around her and sighed.