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You were panting heavily, blood steadily dripping from your nose onto the canvas below your feet. Your opponent groaned loudly, though you could barely hear it through the monstrous sounds of the night. The screaming of the audience and the yelling of the referee all mingled in your head to make one big cacophony of noise that was never-ending, not to mention that the guy on the floor boxed your ears earlier. Your fist was raised high in the air by the ref as you spit some of your blood that had caught in your lips to the side, a big vermillion smile on your face as you eyed the lights and cameras, announcer screaming your win to the world. 

You bounced on the balls of your feet, waiting for the train doors to open, heart pounding out of your chest as you ignored the dull, throbbing pains around your torso. It felt like every nerve had caught flames and was in turn running rampant. You nearly sprinted out of the iron doors when they opened and headed home, trying to get the leftover adrenaline out. Your shoes cushioned the light run, wind hitting your face and catching against your clothes. Entering the building you frowned, not even feeling winded despite jogging four city blocks. Riding up the elevator you cracked your knuckles, doing calf raises and eyeing the growing numbers of the floors. With a ding and flash of the small light above the doors, they opened, eyebrows furrowing when you didn't see the usual sight of Alfred's cheery face.

"Bruce?" You called, dashing upstairs. He wasn't in your bedroom but called back "In here!" from the study, much to your reassurance. It wasn't exactly like him to get kidnapped but you never know... this is Gotham. Shedding your shoes at the door, you walked up behind him, pressing a sweet kiss to his temple. He turned, rising and holding you in his arms, smiling into the smooch. "Hey, baby." You mumbled as his hands grazed over your chest and arms, "You looked great out there." He mused, rocking slightly with your body. "Did I, now?" You perked an eyebrow up at him, smirk complimenting it. "Other dude got some good hits in though..." You hissed slightly as he experimentally gripped you tighter. "Let me see." He said, studying your wounded flesh. Slipping out of your jacket and T-shirt you leaned up against the desk behind you, watching his calculating eyes and exploring fingers work over each bruise and mark. "At least this time the guy didn't pull a knife on you." He noted, poking a bruise. You made a pained gasp, lightly smacking his hand away. "I suppose, but you prodding at me ain't much better." 

A rare smile at that, "Seeing you out there..." He trailed off, eyes full and staring off into space. He had this weight in his pupils, a smolder beneath the dark color, as if he were playing out images in his head. You sat up, rising to your full height and looked down at him, closing the distance between you two. You laid your cheek on his head, desire just oozing from his figure under you. "Hmm?" You wondered if he could feel the heat from your body, heart beating wildly. "That look in your eyes that you get... standing over the other person..." He gazed up at you with heavily lidded eyes, your hand pushing against his chest and leading him back to a nearby bookshelf. Your knee slotted between his legs, hand snaking around his waist to pull his clothed torso to yours. "Sweating... bleeding... fuck." He moaned, hips grinding into your knee, tongue working miracles against Bruce's jaw. 

"Darlin'... god," You trailed off, a low groan vibrating against Bruce's collarbone. "Say it, please." Bruce leaned back into your hand on his jaw, holding him in place. "I need you so fucking badly, I can hardly stand it." You punctuated this with a small bite to his neck, feeling him squirm under you from the teasing. "May I? Please, darling..." He was already nodding feverishly, "Be rough, please, I'm begging you. Use me all you need." You smiled, baring your teeth and kissing him sweetly on the lips. "Bedroom. Now." You were hot on his heels, nearly ripping his shirt off of his skin from behind, throwing the door closed. He was breathing hard, his pretty face red with blood flow and oozing desire. Pulling him in by the chin and lower back, your mouths were hot on each other. You didn't waste any time, having him whining and writhing under you in no time. His hands palmed at your abs, groaning needily at the way the bands of muscle moved every time you ground into him. 

You pushed him off of your lips with your hand around his throat, feeling his windpipe and Adam's Apple against your palm. "Knees." Bruce froze for a second so you tightened your hold on him, "Now." You muttered. He let out a little whine at that, sinking down to his knees to become at eye-level with the growing weight in the crotch of your pants. "Yes, sir." He said, your hand moving from around his throat to grip at his hair. Bruce mouthed along your dick, open-mouthed kisses being pressed along your length while his capable fingers quickly worked at your belt, snatching it off you. "Someone's desperate, hmm?" You mused, massaging his scalp while he pulled your waistband down, moving back to sit on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of you, chest heaving as he licked a thick stripe up your length, watching your head dip back with a soft groan. "Atta boy."  You leaned back on your hands, idly watching him work, voicing your appreciation. "What a good boy you are for me, Bruce." He moaned around your dick at that, the vibrations of his throat only bringing you closer. He smirked and looked up at you defiantly as if he knew exactly what he was doing. "Oh, what have we here?" You cocked an eyebrow at him, hand tangling once again in his hair, stroking him. "Someone needs to be knocked off their high horse, I think." You pushed his head down on your cock, groaning lowly at the small gagging noises coming from him as he gripped your thighs but made no moves to stop you. "That's what I thought." You pulled him off, a line of saliva still connecting his lips to your tip. "So fucking beautiful... You look so gorgeous like this. A wreck..." You murmured in reverence, wiping his dark red lips and kissing him, savoring the way he hungrily returned your energy.

Breaking away from him, you let Bruce resume his work, taking all of you in one go. You helped him a little, holding his hair off of his forehead and using it as leverage. Your other arm steadied yourself, though due to the prolonged exertion it shook slightly, you supposed in your next moves you'd favor your other bicep. Your groans and curse words became more frequent and longer in nature, your grip on his scalp slowly tightening. "I'm- fuck don't you dare stop." Bruce groaned at your pleas, upping his efforts. "Goddamn look at you..." Praise was spilling from your lips easily now, your core muscles tightening as Bruce's nails dug into the flesh of your thighs. You came with a long groan, satisfaction racing through your body. You felt Bruce swallow around your size, licking up any drops he missed. 

"So eager..." You smiled, pulling him up into your lap before twisting and throwing him under you. His hands naturally fell above his head as you caged him in, sucking at the skin of his chest while your fingers worked at his pants. His hips stuttered into your hands, need just dripping from his features. "Please, please." He whined, back arching into you. "Easy, doll." You smirked at him, yanking down his sweats. You rose, walking to the nightside table and pulling out a sheet of fabric. "Come here, precious." He stood quickly, mirroring your action as you sat down on the floor, pulling his back against you so you were both facing the same way. Your hand snaked around his waist, teeth biting into the skin of his traps. You gathered the dark fabric in your hands, bringing it to his head and tieing it across his eyes, tight enough to not move but not enough to hurt. You smiled, wrapping a hand around his throbbing size. He gasped in surprise, having not seen it coming, whining lowly and lolling his head back to fit into your shoulder behind him. 

You returned your arm to around his waist, securing him against you. "It's only fair, hmm?" You cooed in his ear, listening to the pathetic whines and pleas for more leaving his lips. You made a noise of slight annoyance, bringing your hand up to his mouth. "Suck." You rasped in his ears, taking no time before swirling three fingers around in his mouth, drool spilling from the corners of his lips. "Good boy." You purred, gripping his cock with added fervor, working him relentlessly. He moaned loudly, your arm keeping him in place as his hips bucked sporadically, "Please don't- aagh- stop. Fuck, please keep going." You smiled, "Who am I to deny my pet?" You mused aloud, wrapping a strong hand around his throat as he got closer. "So quick to come for me, already? God, what a good fucking slut you are, look at you." Purring into his ear, he nodded quickly, moaning out shamelessly. 

Your grip tightened, both around his length and throat. You choked off a couple of his groans, biting into his shoulder to restrain yourself. He was quivering, bucking wildly into your grip as he came, coating his torso and your hand evenly. You let go of his neck, massaging it as you rode him out through his orgasm. "There's my good little whore, my good boy." You murmured in his ear, watching him shiver deliciously under your grasp. "Do you need a second?" You questioned him, watching for a reaction. He shook his head, breathing harshly. You smiled at that, jerking away from him and pushing him down by the back of his neck into the carpet. "Good, I wasn't going to give you one anyway." You lied smoothly, though his reaction was everything to you as he whined, feeling his oversensitive length against the rough texture of the floor. You pulled him up a little by his hips, slipping a still-slick finger into him. 

"So loose, already? Wow." You noted aloud, adding a second one easily. Your fingers brushed up against his prostate and he nearly screamed, the loss of vision adding to the pleasure and surprise. "Don't hide anything, darlin'," You got closer to his ear, leaning over him, "You won't be able to hold anything back soon enough." And with that you worked your ring finger in, curling up and relentlessly stimulating his prostate. He was moaning wildly like a common whore, hips rolling into your hand, lips parted. Pulling out, you admired him in this state. You tried to commit the picture to memory, his lips parted in bliss, hips eagerly awaiting yours in the air. "So... so pretty." You muttered, rolling a condom on. 

Lining yourself up, you didn't touch him, keeping the element of surprise. He made a noise telling you to hurry up before suddenly you yanked his head up by his blindfold, thrusting all the way in in one go. At this, you shared a prolonged moan, the desperate warmth around your cock just fucking sinful. He rolled his hips back into you, groaning until he was cut off by his head being held sideways into the floor, you using the leverage to fuck him wildly into the floor. He rested a palm on the carpet in front of his head while the other helped him thrust back into you, moaning and calling out like his first time. Your shared first time. 

He was too lost in pleasure to even form a complete sentence, just incoherent noises spilling from his lips and drool dripping down his chin to pool around his mouth. He arched his back, the new angle earning him a husky groan from behind, the abuse on his prostate never-ceasing nor giving him time to adjust and gain his bearings. "So needy..." You commented, pulling and pushing your full body weight into him, the desperate cries for more all you needed. "Harder- god, please, just fu- ahn!" He yelped when you gripped him by the shoulder, flipping him over and staring him down, raising his legs and nearly folding him in half to do something new. This drove him wild, drool running down the side of his mouth complimented by the small wet marks where his eyes would be on the blindfold, choked moans and cries escaping his throat. You smirked, leaning over him and kissing him on the forehead, fucking him into next week. His back arched higher and higher in the buildup of sensations, brain incapable of perceiving nor thinking about anything other than you. 

You agonizingly slowly traced your hand down his flexed abs, tripping on the high of realizing you were the one causing him to writhe and tremble like this, crying out like you're the last he'd have in his life. Finally reaching his dick, you stroked roughly, a stark contrast to your slow path down his body. Not having been expecting it, he let out a choked cry, biting into your shoulder in an attempt to slow down his orgasm's barrelling approach. He reached up to your back, clawing down your skin with his short nails. The bursts of pain were sending you on a whole new high, you couldn't help but let your head sink down for a second, moaning loudly into his hair. He came suddenly, painting both of your lower stomachs with the fluid. "Don't stop." He managed through choked noises, bathing in the unsettling but ecstatic feeling of overstimulation. Your thrusts easily became sloppy, it was hard not to come quickly after him with the way he pulsed around you, the heat something you fucking dream of...

Soon enough you were panting over him, feeling a slight trickle down your back as your blood mixed with the sweat of your labor. Bruce was nearly limp on the floor, snatching off his blindfold you took in his face and nearly came again right then and there. His eyes were nearly all the way rolled back into his head, cheeks bright red, lips parted in a soft 'o', stunningly blissed out. "You still with me, Bruce?" You met his eyes, tilting his chin to meet you. He smiled, "Mhmm!" Kissing him softly, you fell in love for the thousandth time with the softness of his lips, the graceful fall and arch of his cupid's bow the stuff of gods. He deepened the kiss, already giggling as he felt you harden inside him again so soon. "Use me." He repeated, begging you. "Fuck." You gasped, tasting and savoring those words on his tongue. 

Pulling out, you watched him make a dissatisfied sound at your absence before smiling widely as he saw what you pulled out of the dresser. "Wondered when these would make a guest appearance." He giggled dumbly, holding his hands out for you to cuff him with the leather. "Nuh-uh, brat, c'mere." You stood, bringing him with you and seating him on the bed. You made out with him messily as you fastened them around his wrists behind him. He arched his back into you, pleadingly grinding into your cock. "We'll get to that in a second, Doll." You smiled, arching an eyebrow. You rubbed more lube into his ass, trying to make your rough treatment a little easier on his body. Can't have Batman not able to walk, can we? You groaned softly at that picture, the idea of Bruce out patrolling and being slowed down by the pain in his lower back was nothing but delicious. You raised him onto his knees before guiding his hips back down, his sweet moans filling the air as you filled him up again. "Ride me." You commanded, taking the strong flesh of his hips into your hands and helping him support his body weight, quickly rising and sinking on your length. He groaned huskily into your neck, forehead resting on your shoulder. 

He took charge, quickening his pace and mouthing along your trap muscle, sucking into the skin and sinking his canines into you occasionally. You thanked him, gripping his back and eventually sliding your hands down once again to his waist, aiding him. "Fuck... I never was too good at th-" You cut him off by shoving him down onto the bed below you, keeping relatively the same position just now horizontal. "Shh... you've done so well." You smiled and resumed your earlier devilish pace, slamming into him and wrecking his insides. He arched his back on his hands which were still behind him, loving every second of control you had over him. You nearly snarled at the way he was so desperately taking you, whining out every time you pulled back only to thrust back and force stars in his eyes. "Look at you, Bruce. World's Greatest Detective reduced to a fucking plaything on my dick. You take me like you were built for fucking, god, look at you." 

He'd later say that nothing you'd ever said during sex before had gotten him so hot and bothered, it was evident in the way he cried and clung onto you. "Fuck yes, anything for y-you!" he whined, shuddering under you. His groans and begging became higher in pitch, tears falling from his pretty eyes, completely clouded over with pure lust. "My little whore..." You moaned in reverence, growling into his neck, carving into his throat with your teeth and leaving him absolutely covered in red and purple marks that would stay there for weeks. Anything to remind him. "Mine, mine, mine." You mumbled into his hair, driving him home.

Bruce came with your name on his lips, something he knew drove you wild, quaking and spasming under your harsh thrusts before you came with him, an elongated groan ripping out of your throat. You milked every last fucking drop out of him, licking away the strings of drool from his chin. He was panting while you unlocked the cuffs, watching him sigh as he relaxed his body and sunk into the soft mattress. You tossed the condom wrapper away, kissing him gently on the cheekbone. 

"I don't think you've ever... fuck, babe, I've never seen you like that before." Your head dropped with shame and a little embarrassment, "Wouldn't be surprised if you never let me touch you again, I don't know exactly what came over me, I-" He sat up, taking your hand, "Hey, look at me, baby. Don't apologize for anything, remember who asked for it? Besides, I'd do it all again if it helped you." He leaned into you with a mischievous smile, "Not to say I don't love being fucked like a street whore," You smirked at that, "I love you. The manhandling was hot." You could feel how red you are, the heat of your cheeks burning. You rose from the bed, grabbing the nearby wet towel and wiping off the dried come from your abs, moving to clean him next. 

You took extra care wiping off around his sensitive areas, rubbing an anti-bacterial gel into the bites that broke a little skin, sealing them with a kiss and smile. "Could you swipe over my back real quick?" You asked, turning around and handing him the towel. He gasped softly, "Damn, babe, I'm sorry." Your quizzical noise was cut off by a loud hiss, the towel stinging over the open wounds. "They aren't deep, most of them are already completely closed." You nodded, "Man, I got you good, didn't I?" You laughed at yourself, taking the slightly red towel back from him and departing again.

You brought him some water to sip on while you ran to the bathroom, plugging the drain and running a warm bath. Lavender scented the room as you poured the bubbles in, giggling like a child as you watched them rise. Settling some assorted cookies and lighting some candles by the edge, you retrieved Bruce from the bedroom and carried him bridal-style into the bathroom, gently sinking him in the water. He marveled at you, "How do you manage to ruin me, twice, and keep enough energy to nearly effortlessly carry me around?" You smiled, taking your seat next to him, "Oh good, so you couldn't feel how much I'm shaking, that's wonderful to know." He smirked at you, flicking some water your way. You later massaged the shampoo into his scalp, feeling the way his entire body relaxed with you while he was in your care, the gentleness and intimacy of the act making your heart swell. 

"You think so?" Peter asks nervously, blushing from the compliment from his partner.

"I know so," you reply, a gentle smile gracing your face.

~~~~~

Peter was stood in the elevator, his foot anxiously tapping on the slightly metallic flooring. He lets out a long, deep breath, trying to control his anxiety.

The doors then open, on the penthouse of the Avengers Tower (formerly Stark Tower). Peter steps out and looks around the common room.

All of the Avengers were sat on the sofas and little chairs, lounging around and watching a Disney movie. Peter was amused slightly as he saw that Bucky was sat on Sam's lap as a joke (Peter could tell he just wanted to sit there-).

Peter then quietly clears his throat. It wasn't the best idea, as the movie was playing quite loudly, so nobody could hear him. He takes a deep breath and then loudly cough.

Everyone in the room jumps, even causing Tony to make his popcorn go flying. Everyone looks over at the teen, who nervously rubs his arm.

"Oh hey, Pete," Tony says, picking up a handful of his popcorn that had landed on his lap. "What're you doing here? It's not Friday yet."

"Sorry about scaring you all," Peter says quickly. He then replies to his mentor saying, "Yeah, sorry about coming earlier than expected Mr. Stark, but I wanted to talk to you. To you all."

"What is it, son?" Steve asks, smiling gently at the teen (no, Peter isn't actually his son, Steve's just old). Peter stays looking awkward and nervous, so he encourages, "It's okay, we're here for whatever it is, Peter."

"I'm bisexual," Peter blurts out. The room goes silent. He then quietly mumbles, "And I have a boyfriend."

Peter grips at his arm tightly waiting for some type of reaction, the silence dragging on.

"No," is the first thing said after minutes of silence. Unsurprisingly, it was Steve who had said this. Peter had kind of expected him and Bucky to react slightly badly towards this as they were from a different time period where they didn't accept gay people.

Peter then feels hope as he sees Tony going to say something. However it is shattered when the words 'I'm sorry Pete, but bisexuality isn't a thing' come out of his mentors mouth.

"What?" Peter whimpers, taking a step back in surprise and hurt.

"Tony, that's a bit harsh," Natasha says, glaring at the man. She then looks at Peter with a straight face and states, "However, that doesn't mean that you are Bisexual. You're just confused and need to find the right girl for you."

Peter shakes his head and turns back around to leave the penthouse, ignoring the calls from the avengers, especially the shouts and demands to come back and to stop being stupid.

~~~~~

Peter was sat in your lap, crying into your shoulder. You were gently shushing him and smoothing his hair, whispering in his ear it was okay.

"I'm really sorry, Petey, I pushed you into this-"

"It's not your fault," Peter replies, sniffling as he wiped his nose.

"And it's not yours either," you reply, gently poking his chest to prove your point. "They were wrong to say that and do that to you, I'm glad I was here waiting for you so you could come to me. Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened."

Peter nods and sniffles, wiping his nose with his hand. You chuckle softly and grab a tissue from your pocket (what? Peter cried a lot, you liked to be prepared!) and hand it to him with a smile. He smiles back at you and blows his nose.

"Better, Dumbo?" You ask, teasing him with the name.

Peter giggles and says, "Better, n/n."

You grin and then say, "uh oh, I see someone coming.." Peter looks at you confused, but you simply raise your hands slowly. Peter pales slightly before squealing and trying to get away from you as you start tickling his sides. He laughs and giggles, kicking and squirming on your lap. "Tickle monster!"

After a few minutes, Peter's sad tears had turned into tears of laughter. So you stopped and smirked at him as he was still laughing and blushing from the tickle 'fight'.

You lean down and kiss his nose, which makes him blush gently. then you start kissing all over his face, making him a blushing mess.

"Ksh, mission complete boys, ksh," you state, pretending you had a Walkie talkie, making Peter giggle at you and move up to cuddle up to you. You grin and gently smooth his back.

"And who are you?" A male voice says, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere between the two.

You look up and glare at the group who had approached you. The Avengers. The ones who hurt your boyfriend.

"What do you want?"

"We heard from security there was a random guy sat here, so we came to see who you were, and then we saw you touching up Peter," Clint says, glaring at you.

"Excuse me?" You state, shocked at what he had said, as you had hardly even touched your boyfriend, only holding his head and hugging him.

"Who. Are. You?" Bucky says, getting angry.

"I'm Y/n L/n, aka, Peter's boyfriend," you growl. You then hold Peter gently as you pull him closer, feeling extra protective over him as everyone starts yelling their complaints and how much they disagreed.

"What on Midgard is going on here?" You hear a booming voice call out.

Both you and Peter look over first. You see that the owner of the voice was Thor Odinson, next to him was stood a very pissed looking Loki.

"I think we both know what is happening here, brother," Loki replies, a muscle in their forehead spasming, almost comically. You would have found it amusing if not for the situation at hand.

Tony replies to Thor's question, ignoring Loki had said anything, "Peter is apparently 'Bisexual' and this random guy is his 'boyfriend'. I'm thinking he's a hydra agents and has brainwashed-"

"Enough!" Thor yells, glaring at Tony and the group. "How dare you make rude comments about these poor boys! Bisexuality is a common thing among Asgardians, Loki himself is one! Bisexuality is common amongst many things, even the animals on your own planet are bisexual, gay or any of the other LGBTQ community! You should not slander such a group, especially as they are such a huge quantity of the population, and not only of this planet or your species!"

The room was silent, even you included.

Loki walks over to Peter and gently pat's his head, their face soft and a gentle smile was placed upon their lips. "You are the Peter child, yes?" The brunette nods at the god, who smiles more in return. "Here is a little secret of my own that I've been keeping from everyone, that I shall share. It will mean that I'm joining you in, as Midgardians say, 'coming out'."

Loki then turns to the group and says, "I have something to say too. I, myself, am genderfluid. And I identify as a female today."

The room is silent again.

"I have a sister!" Thor says excitedly, picking Loki up and twirling her around. Loki smiles, happy Thor had accepted her.

"Woah, that's so cool, Ms. Loki!" Peter squeals, smiling brightly. "Oh wait, do you still want to be called that?"

having a ‘higher-up’ position in a large business was both a blessing and a curse. of course, the pay was great; more than what you’d make in other businesses with the same pay. but, having this position also meant that you’d have to be called away to do work in other places.

normally, that wouldn’t have been a problem for you. it only really became a problem when you began dating kim jiwon. having a healthy and stable relationship made it hard to leave when you needed to.

facetime calls, audio calls, and texting definitely come in handy during these times; it makes it easier to be away for so long.

it’s nights like these that were your favorite to spend with bobby while you were away; on facetime and enjoying each others’ presence.

“how was your day? i know you must be tired, it’s like 2am for you!” bobby mumbles, propping his phone on his night stand and sitting at the edge of his bed.

you smile at the way he worries for your well-being. “it was… good. less stressful than it could’ve been. and yea, it’s two here, but i’m only two hours ahead of your time, don’t worry baby,” you tell him, watching the why he tries to hide a smile at the pet name.

“good, ‘m glad. my day wasn’t too bad either, i had to go record some lines for our newest song but it all went smoothly.” he says, leaning on a pillow.

“i can’t wait for you to come home,” he whines, lips falling into a small pout. “i knowww baby, i’m ready to come home too but it’s only two more weeks,” you tell him, matching his whines. he chuckles, pout still on his lips.

the both of you talk for a while longer, although bobby couldn’t focus on the words you were actually saying, he was more focused on the way your voice sounded. the tired rasp to it and how deep it was, was like pure music to his ears, and before he knew it, he’d felt his cock rising with time. he snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you yawn, arms rising and tears springing to your closed eyes.

bobby looks sympathetic when you blink open your eyes, offering a soft but… somehow guilty smile?

“i know you’re sleepy, and it’s really late for you now but…” he says, letting his words trail off at the end.

“go ahead and say it, bun.” you urge, moving around in your bed and settling against your pillows.

“i- i’ve been good and i haven’t touched myself all while you were gone…” he begins, avoiding looking at you and instead folding his hands over his lap. “and i’m hard…” he mutters, finally lifting his eyes to glance at you and shivering when he sees the smirk that graces your lips and your quirked eyebrow.

“i haven’t been doing anything this entire time… what’s gotten you so hard, baby?” you ask, leaning your head on your fist and staring him down through the camera.

“you just-“ he begins and groans, hand swiping down his face in embarrassment. “your voice sounds so fuckin’ hot right now.” he finishes, hands pressing against his cheeks.

“pretty boy got hard just because of my voice?” you tease, knowing his liking for being called pretty.

“may i…?” he asks, pressing his thighs together. “go ahead, but you’re not cumming until i say so,” you tell him, liking the way his body relaxes in relief.

his hand reaches down toward his pants, palming himself over the thick fabric of his black jeans. his patience’s with that runs out quickly, and he’s whining softly as he tugs down his jeans.

he’s eager, hooking his thumbs into his boxers and tugging them down with his jeans.

a hand slips over his cock that’s slick with precum. “there you go, princess, just like that.” he suppressed a moan, moving his hand quicker, teasing the tip with every other stroke.

“you liked my voice this much to get off? so pathetic, bun, really.” you sigh, faux pout settling on your lips. “‘m not pathetic…” he whines, words getting caught in his throat.

you could tell he was getting close without him even having to say it, light moans escaping his parted lips. “stop.” you command, watching as he cries out pathetically, but stops his movement and let’s go of his cock completely and allows his fingers to clench the bedsheets.

his cock has an angry red tip that beads with precum. “you can do it one more time for me, can’t you, pretty? don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?” you patronizing, smirking lowly when he whines, tears forming behind his eyes.

“n-no, i wanna be good,” he whimpers. “wanna be your good princess…” he says finally, looking at you through his lengthened bangs. “just one more, and then you can cum,” you urge, watching as his hand slowly takes hold of his cock once more.

with his vacant hand, he reaches under his baggy hoodie, traveling up to his chest to tweak his left nipple between his fingers.

his moans increase in frequency and pitch, head tilting back. his hips rut up into his fist, the sound of his slicked cock squelching into his palm makes everything so much more obscene. tears roll down his cheeks freely, dropping down onto his hoodie.

an exasperated gasp leaves him as he removes his hand once more, breathing heavily as he edges himself. “you’re okay, pretty. doing so well for me. you can cum now, it’s okay,” you praise.

“thank you,” he murmurs softly, voice cracking from all the moribund he did only seconds before. he waits a moment until he decides his denied orgasm has faded away before touching his cock again.

he moves faster this time, the stimulation forcing moans out of him that, in any other circumstances he would’ve found embarrassing. he doesn’t care now though, only focused on being able to cum.

his hand swipes over his chest from under his hoodie, crossing his body to show his other nipple some attention.

“‘m so close-“ he whines, swiping his palm over his tip as choked gasps emit from him.

“you gonna cum, pretty boy? gonna cum all over your hand for me?” you coo. “yesyesyes- thank you i- ‘m cumming-!” he says, words slurring together.

only moments later, a long drawn out whine comes from him as he hunches over, covering his hoodie and his hand with his cum. his hand slows, slowly easing himself through his orgasm.

he pulls his hands away from his body, breathing heavily and flopping back onto the bed. “that felt so good,” he says after a few minutes, sitting back up and discarding his now messy hoodie somewhere on the floor.

“you were so perfect… you always look so pretty when you’re about to cum,” you tell him, yawning again between your words. “stoooop,” he whines, cheeks reddening as he covers his face.

after he gets over his embarrassment, he snatches a few wipes from his nightstand and began cleaning off the cum on his hand and thighs.

he quickly stood up to change into some clean joggers before climbing back into his bed. he grabs his phone from the nightstand, plugging his charger in and then laying on his side to face you.

“you seem really tired, you should go to sleep, and ‘m sorry that i kept you up,” he pouts, looking at you with equally tired eyes.

jamie and that skirt. that damn skirt.

she’d been walking around your home for a few hours now, short skirt bouncing and waving with each step she takes. it just barely reaches to her mid thigh, showing off her pretty legs.

it’s hard to keep your composure. the both of you are playing a dangerous game; seeing who would crack under the teasing first.

you beckon her over to where you’re seated on your couch, legs spread, in a silent invitation.

jamie makes herself comfortable on your lap. the skirt she wears spreads across her thighs, hiking up and exposing the soft skin. she leans into you, a smirk playing along her lips.

your hands move to her lower thigh, pressing them open until they’re over your own legs. she gasps sharply, cheeks darkening.

“couldn’t handle it?” she asks, shifting slightly. you hum, smiling at the fact that she remains bratty even when you have her exposed and in your lap like this. “no, sweetheart, i can handle it, but can you?” shes about to make another remark, but she stops short when she feels your fingertips pressing against her inner thighs.

you press a kiss to her shoulder. “my pretty girl is all spread out for me like this, and still isn’t obedient.” you say against her neck. “where’s the fun in that? besides, i like it when you put me in my place,” she whispers, voice slightly strained.

your fingers dance over her panties, feeling the dampened material. “if you can be a good girl for me, then maybe i’ll let you cum,” you bargain, using your thumb to tease her clit through her underwear.

she whimpers, pushing against your fingers for more. “stop teasing me and get on with it,” she whines, hand gripping your thigh. “eager, aren’t we? i want you to beg for me, baby.” you tell her, and she scoffs, trying to deflect on how much she actually needs you.

“please touch me, i want your fingers, please,” she speaks up after a moment of silence. her cheeks are set aflame in embarrassment that quickly turns into arousal once you push her panties aside. “that wasn’t so hard, was it, pretty girl?”

she most likely has another quip lined up, but the thought slips her mind as she feels your fingers teasing her clit, rubbing tight circles along the swollen bud.

she attempts to close her thighs as your fingers move down and dance along her entrance. you press a finger into her slowly, curling it with every push. you add another, feeling her slick coat your fingers as they move along her walls. you move them faster, loving the way she jerks in response and can’t help but moan out.

she clenches around your fingers, moaning and whimpering softly at the feeling. your thumb rubs at her clit, the combo sending her into overdrive as he head falls onto your shoulder. her eyes fall closed tightly, mouth parting as moans flow through.

your other hand moves from her waist to under her shirt, reaching up to her chest. you use two of your fingers to tease her nipples, and she jolts into you as a response.

your lips attach to her neck, smirking against her skin as she moans. “you getting close, pretty girl? gonna cum all over my fingers?” you urge, and she can’t help but nod, mumbling incoherent pleads.

“yes, yes i’m so close,” she squeaks. you hum. “not so bratty now, are you? just my obedient baby,” you praise her,

you loved doing this, breaking down her bratty exterior, breaking her down, until she’s nothing but a mess of sensitivity begging to cum all because of your fingers.

she jolts, just about riding your fingers as she chases her high. “go ahead babygirl, cum all over my fingers.” you press them into her faster, rubbing against her g-spot.

her nails are digging into your thigh now, and with one more push of your fingers into her soaked cunt, she squeals and tenses up, thighs twitching as she came on your fingers.

you help her through it, gradually slowing down before pulling your fingers out completely. her eyes flutter open, and you can tell her mind is a bit foggy.