St☆rgirl

You desperately rocked your bare core against Clapton’s thigh, needing more help than you were getting from just this alone. "Clapton please, I'll be good" you whined, looking up at him desperately. 

He pays you no mind, carrying on with what hes writing, little fucker, muttering a dismissive "I'm busy doll."  You whimper in response, rutting yourself on his clothed thigh, repeatedly brushing your clit against it. 

The friction was delicious and it did make the coil in your stomach tighten, but it just wasnt enough. All you wanted was his big fingers thrusting into you. You let your eyelids flutter shut, and you brought a hand up to your breast, playing with your nipple and whimpering softly. 

You think about how his fingers usually feel inside you, stretching you out deliciously as they curl upwards inside your spongy walls, making you writhe beneath him. 

This brings you closer than you were, rutting yourself mercilessly against his thigh and whining and whimpering loudly, begging him to touch you. "Clapton please, just a little bit of help please" 

Your eyes widen in surprise when he shoves his free hand in your mouth, but then you suck on his fingers as if they were his cock, listening to his low voice. "Be quiet, i told you i was busy and you couldn't wait an hour, its my thigh or nothing doll" 

The sound of his voice and his fingers in your mouth are nearly enough to drive you over the edge. You suck his fingers harder, sinking your teeth into them as you finally manage to cum all over his thigh. 

“Peter!” You call, walking into you and your boyfriend’s bedroom. Holding a bag in your hand, you lean against the doorway of your bedroom. Peter sets down his phone, smiling at you.

“What’s in the bag, babe? Nothing better than my smokin’ hot girlfriend, i bet,” Peter retorts with a smirk. He speeds over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Peter pulls you down to the bed, nuzzling his face into your neck. You push him off with a smile, only to receive puppy dog eyes.

“You’ll see, speedster,” You smile, pulling out ties and a ball gag. Peter’s eyes widen and a smirk paints his face. Peter undressed before laying down on the shared bed, a wide smirk on his face.

“woah, woah, woah, just speedster? Babe, i’m the speedster, and you know it!” Peter challenged with a smile. You smirk and roll your eyes as you wrap black leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists, securing them down to the bed afterward.

“Open, Peter,” You order, preparing to shove a black ball gag in his mouth.

“So babe, what’s this gonna be like anyway-?! mmph-!” Peter started, eventually getting drowned out by the gag. He bit down on it, laughing softly.

Soon enough, you step away, admiring your work. Your semi-dominant boyfriend, tied down to the bed with a ball gag in his mouth. He struggled quickly, moving around in the restraints with his mutation.

You put a hand on his chest, dragging it down to his flushed, throbbing cock. You slide your fingers over his wet length, flicking the tip softly which solicits a muffled whimper from Peter. He looks up at you, whimpering like a puppy. Sweat beads on his forehead as pre-cum drips from his tip. You pull down your sweatpants and panties, throwing them onto the floor. You straddle him, making him whimper even louder from behind the gag, his neck arching upward as he whimpered. You slide your wet heat over his tip, not moving any further than the tip. He whined loudly into the gag, bucking his hips upward to try and enter you further.

Peter groans sharply into the gag as you tease him. He bashed his head against the pillow, closing his eyes as he groaned. You finally dropped fully onto his dick, skin slapping together with a sharp SMACK. Peter let out a loud groan into the gag, his eyes shooting open as he arched his neck up again. He tried to call your name through the gag, ultimately failing. You rode him, moaning loudly as your fingers twisted in his silvery hair. You cupped his face, smiling down at him as you rode him. He whined into the gag, tears welling in his eyes as he clenched his fists.

Peter lifted his shaking, clenched wrists as far up as he could, considering how limiting the bonds were. He yearned to touch you, kiss you as you rode him. He let out a soft sob into the gag, whining as you pulled up and pushed down, riding his cock. Peter’s body tensed up before he inevitably shot his cum into you.

You stop straddling him, switching your position so you’re kneeling next to him. You grab his throbbing, leaking length into your hands, pumping it up and down. His skin stretched softly, tighter and looser as you pumped and played with his dick. Peter whined, his eyes closed. He kicked his feet quickly in his bonds, his hands trying to reach out again. Tears well into his eyes again as you pump his cock faster. Overstimulation filled his body as he let out a slight sob into his gag. You lean down, kissing his cheek before you continue pumping his dick.

“Just one more time” You coo, pumping faster, knowing he was close again. His breaths came in hitches and his eyes widened, letting out repeated whimpers into the gag.

“Just cum one more time and we’ll be done,” You say, kissing his throbbing tip as you stroked him.

(inspired by a lil convo i had w/ @slutforgarlogan !!)