The house was mostly quiet when you had gotten off work. It wasn't uncommon for you to just come straight to see Bobby after work, since the others were usually out and about in the afternoon or at work. You knew he was likely out too, as you liked to surprise him when he got home. You sat down on the living room couch, about to watch TV when you heard a noise from upstairs.

Meanwhile up in Bobby's room he was sitting in bed, hands covering his face. He was so embarrassed, but so hard. He hadn't gone out to go skateboarding today with Charlie like he usually would. Instead he had been thinking about you all day, and he knew he was hard as rock. Bobby bit his lip before slipping a hand under his boxers, keeping his eyes covered with the other hand as he imagined you touching him instead. Of course, he didn't know you were downstairs. Slowly he bucked his hips up into his hand, loving the slow tension he was building. Shaky slow breaths and quiet little whimpers made his lip quiver. He needed more than just his hand right now.

He pulled his hand off his aching hard on reluctantly before pulling his boxers and pants all the way off. His body leaned over to his nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling a bottle of lube out. He didn't do this often, he wasn't usually this needy but his body was aching more than usual. He had a plush bunny on his bed, a gift you'd given him to match his bunny themed hoodies that you thought were cute. He'd gotten attached to it, enough so to use it when he needed you. He'd originally thought it disgusting of him when he looked up how to sew, and made a pocket in the stuffed bunny for what he was going to do. But with time he became more ok with it, after all he was doing it because he wanted to be buried in you instead.

Carefully he poured just enough lube onto his hand to slick his cock up, before sliding his cock against the pocket he had made in the plush toy. He let out a sharp gasp at the soft welcoming sensation, wishing it was you instead of this soft toy, but fuck it felt good. Bobby had always been so sensitive to every little sensation, so even just the act of fucking into a plush toy had him whining and biting his lip, hips already shaking from the sweet sensation. Of course, he didn't stay quiet for long. A particularly loud moan from his room caught your attention.

Quietly you made your way up to his room, just the thought of him getting off and trying to keep quiet had you stirring inside. Your sweet precious Bobby couldn't keep his hands off his cock right now, and he usually was so much better about waiting for you to get home before begging you to let him touch himself. As you made your way to the door you could hear him so clearly now. Each creak of the bed, his whines, the slick of the lube and each plap of his thighs against the plush. You could tell he was achingly close, and wanted to see him finish, so you pushed the door open. “Baby? You didn't wait for me to get home?” you cooed softly, knowing that would get his attention so quickly.

“Oh fuck I- oh my god-” Bobby stammered out, his hips stuttering as his face flushed so hard that even his neck and ears were burning red. “D-dont look- oh God please don't look” he pleaded, tearing up and embarrassed to no end, but he couldn't stop now. He was right on the edge of his orgasm. You, of course, didn't listen and walked further into the room, with an almost too innocent sounding tone.

“Bobby, is that the bunny I gave you?” your hand trailed along the side of the fabric toy, squeezing it gently and adding to the friction of him bucking into it. “Well don't stop now, clearly you're enjoying yourself.”

“N-no please I d-don’t want you to see me like this.” He whimpered, but as he tried to cover his face with one of his hands, you tugged it away so you could see the way he was crying from embarrassment and stimulation. He looked so cute with how red his face is, and the way his tears streamed down his face. He had just the most adorable pout on his lips, but his moans made it almost impossible to keep that pout.

“So you want it to stop then?” As the hand you held around the toy tugged it off him, causing him to gasp as the sudden cold of the room spread across his exposed cock. You had managed to pull the toy off just as his orgasm had hit, his cock leaking out cum onto the bed sheets and your hand. He just stared in shock for a moment, unbelieving that you had just ruined his orgasm like that.