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"B-Bolin!" You gasp when he clamps his teeth down on a particularly sensitive portion of your neck. You writhe on top of the sheets, where you're sprawled out beneath him. Bolin releases his bite, chuckling breathily as he licks over the area to soothe it. You whimper brokenly.
He pulls away to look at your face, stunning you slightly with how drop-dead handsome he is. His dark brown hair messed slightly, the curl glued to his forehead by the thinnest sheen of sweat. A faint blush rests delicately upon his cheeks, contrasting beautifully with his glowing green eyes. He smiles at you lazily.
"Aww, was that too much for you?" He teases, dragging a pointed finger down the edge of your jaw before leaning in to steal a kiss. His plush lips envelope your own so perfectly, and you return the kiss with fervor, but he's pulling away again far too soon.
"Bolin, I need you…" you breathe out, pulling another playful giggle from him.
"Not until you ask nicely," he teases again, but you can feel his bulge pressing against your own groin. You can tell that he needs you just as badly. Only thing is, he likes to play with you first.
You groan in frustration as he just stares at you with feigned innocence, still refusing to take any sort of action already.
"Now, that didn't sound very nice at ALL," he says, grinding his erection just /slightly/ against you, causing your core to throb and dampen itself further. You want to grind back, to rub yourself off against him so you could just /cum/ already. But he's one step ahead of you, as if he can read your mind, and he catches your hips with both his strong, earthbender hands. You're rendered more or less immobile for the time being, while he continues to rut against you mercilessly.
"Bo…" your voice is coming out in a high whine now, reduced to near-incoherency, as all your focus remains on his erection against your throbbing need. If he'd just /do/ something already….
"Yes, beautiful?"
"You know what I want… don't m-make me beg. Please," you give him your best puppy eyes, silently willing him to just give in a fuck you already.
"I don't have to /make/ you do anything, (y/n)," he states simply, "because I know you'll cave. Because that's what obedient little sluts like you do."
You shiver at the nickname, unwilling to admit that it's turned you on impossibly more. But to Bolin, of course it's obvious because he /knows/ you - he knows your ticks, what your faces and gasps mean. Plus, a sudden heat has crawled up your neck and into your cheeks that has rendered you the most obvious shade of pink.
He decides to explore this newly discovered kink of yours. "You'll beg me because you'll be so desperate for my cock that you can't even think straight. Such a needy /whore/."
He punctuates the word with a light twist of your left nipple, causing you to flinch and moan. He keeps up the circled motions with that hand, while lowering his mouth onto your other nipple. You moan as he rolls the bud with his hot, wet tongue. He grazes his teeth ever-so-slightly upon the sensitive skin, making you jump. He smiles against your breast, and you'd almost hate him for it if he wasn't so Goddamn beautiful.
"B-Bolin, /fuck/."
He pulls away, looking you in your half-lidded eyes again. "Yeah? How can I help you?"
You wait a beat, then decide to swallow your pride. "Please, fuck me."
You're so turned on that you can't think straight - your body far too hot, pussy positively screaming for some more attention. You're so turned on by your boyfriend - by your sweet, and currently very evil Bolin - that it's almost painful.
"That didn't sound like begging. I don't know if you really mean it."
You groan and decide to take matters into your own hands - quite literally, as you're now reaching down to grab at his bulge, to pull him closer to you, /something/. But he's too quick, and he snatches your wrists up before you even have the chance to touch him. He pins your arms above your head, using his weight to keep them there. You're nearly surprised that, in your state, you didn't cum just from being manhandled by him like that. He looks down at you amusedly.
"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that being treated like a little bitch turned you on," he says in a sickeningly sweet voice that's just dripping with lust. He leans down to place his lips upon the shell of your ear, causing you to squirm. "Am I right? Do you like being my little bitch? My obedient slut?"
You choke a little bit, trying to spit out a response in your frenzied state. Your voice is very small when you can finally answer him.
"Y-yes…."
"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you." Fuck, why did he have to be so infuriating?
"Yes! Yes, I like it when you treat me like a bitch!"
He groans at this, verbalizing his own desire for the first time that night.
"Fuck, that's so hot. (Y/n), you're so fucking /hot/," he pants, grinding his hips against yours again. His grip tightens around your wrists, causing you to wince, but you're wetter than ever. You wouldn't be surprised if you were leaking onto the bed sheets, at this point.
"Please, let me fuck you. (Y/n), beg me to fuck you," he demands, though you can tell that he too is getting close to crumbling.
You decide that you both have waited long enough for this.
"Bo, please, /please/ fuck me, I can't wait anymore, I…" you take a shuddering gasp when he nips at your jaw, but you keep going, "I need your cock, I'm gonna go crazy, just please-!"
He cuts you off with a nearly animalistic growl, his cocky smile all but fading as he finally gets what he wants. He releases your wrists to pull himself out of his boxers, finally showing off the erection he's sporting. You look down at it hungrily - it's flushed, already leaking at the tip - and he pumps himself a few times before positioning the tip against your folds. He rubs it up and down your slit, making you involuntarily jerk your hips in your desperation to just be /filled/ already.
Then finally, /finally/, he's entering you slowly, until the skin of his hips meet yours. He holds himself there for a moment to let you adjust to his size, but you can tell by the way his arms are shaking on either side of you that it's taking all his resolve not to start immediately moving inside you.
The stretch burns slightly, but it's not long before you're motioning for him to start moving because /fuck/, you need this just as bad as he does. He pulls out slowly, before thrusting back in at a steady pace.
"Fuck, (y/n)," he groans, squeezing your hips, "you're so tight. So fucking hot."
You moan in response, babbling for him to go faster already, /harder/.
He holds your hips firmly in place as he fucks into you like he owns you. His eyes are squeezed shut and his broad chest and arm muscles quivering, as though the pleasure is overwhelming him just as it is you.
He switches the angle slightly, holding you to him and just grinding against your sweet spot, making you nearly scream.
"Right there! Oh fuck, Bo, right there, I-"
"Shh, I've got you."
He continues to abuse your g-spot, causing you to rhythmically clench around his member. You can feel the heat building in your lower abdomen, and you know you're close.
"I-I'm close…" you warn.
"I know, me too," he grunts, thrusting even harder. "Beg me for it. Beg me to let you come."
Fuck, this again?! Hasn't he had enough teasing? This must be torture by now, surely, but you find yourself so desperate to come at this point that you can't help but just cave and comply.
"Please let me come, Bo, please," you whimper, losing yourself to his assault on your body, "I need to come. I'll be good, I promise. I'll b-be good for you, just please…."
Bolin seems pleased enough with this. He places a thumb on your clit and rubs a few circles, and that's all it takes to undo you. You finally come, vision whiting out and the intensity of your orgasm overtaking you.
It's not long before your tightness around his cock sends him over the edge too, and you feel his hips jerking as he spills his hot seed deep inside you. He moans your name as though you're the only thing in the world that exists in that moment.
You hold each other now, just coming down from your blissful highs together and tracing shapes on heated skin.
Eventually, he pulls out, causing you to wince slightly. You feel his come dribbling out of you, which is definitely a signal to shower ASAP.
Currently, however, you find yourself to be trapped beneath Bolin, and he's giving no signs that he'll move anytime soon. You see his black lashes flutter shut, a dazed smile on his lips.
For now, you're content with holding him closely and drifting off into a short sleep.