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You and Ponyboy had been friends for as long as you can remember. Ponyboy had been the more emotional and smart one, while you were the more creative one of you two. Because of this, it didn’t take long for you guys to become friends and get close.
Pony had invited you to his house after school, seeking help with his studies. Sodapop was busy, and Darry had already permitted you to go over to Ponyboy’s house. It was okay as long as he didn’t catch you two doing anything he didn’t approve of.
You and Ponyboy sit down at a table in his kitchen, and you guys pull out notes from the previous session. You begin to explain everything to him, but you notice he isn't paying attention. Instead, he was zoning out while he was listening to you talk. Underneath the table, you slide your leg against his to catch his attention. It was pretty obvious he was spaced out.
You lean over, a hair away from his ear and whisper, “Hey, are you listening at all? This is stuff we both need to know for tomorrow’s test. Stop thinking about.. whatever you’re thinking about and pay attention to me.” Since your breath was right against his sensitive spot, he immediately jumps, startled before looking back at you.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m listening.” He responds attitude-ish, which causes you to poke his cheek. He smiles slightly before looking down at the notes.
“Why weren’t you responding then?”
“Umm..”
“Exactly,” You grab his chin, diverting his attention onto you. “Listen.”
“Y-Yes, ma’am.” He clears his throat, looking more attentive and flustered. He’s extremely obedient to you, especially when you put your hands on him. You’re allowed to do this without it being weird or him getting upset because of how close you guys are. He does this to you too sometimes, but he mostly takes it.
“What were you even thinking about anyways, Pony?” You ask, genuinely curious as you notice his ears getting red the longer he looks at you.
He clears his throat, adjusting his position. “Nothing important. Can we just start studying,” his head falls shyly, before slowly picking up to look at you. “Actually, could you scoot closer for a second?”
“Why?” You scoot over anyways, sitting directly next to him, thighs touching but no mind to it.
His greenish-gray eyes attend to you, his chest rising with a slight shake. Lately, he’s been looking at you this way, noticing things about you he’s never noticed before. It makes his stomach tingle. An unfamiliar feeling to Ponyboy. It drives him crazy. He’s not sure what it is, but every time he gets that tingly feeling in his stomach, it’s because of you. Ponyboy gets very fidgety.
“I.. it’s just.. lately, I can’t stop-” He pauses, letting out a trembling breath. He bites his bottom lip, his big, puppy-like eyes turning up to you again. “Nevermind. I’m sorry. Keep studying, keep going, please.” He sounds so needy. So desperate.
You notice how his eyes and pupils go big, raising an eyebrow. “You okay? You seem really nervous. You know I’m here for you.”
You lose his attention once again. “Yeah, I’m fine,” He lies, glancing at you and then the papers. “Seriously, just keep tutoring me.” His leg bumps against yours underneath the table. “Please.” His voice cracks.
You hold your head up, elbow on the table. You decide to tease him. “What if I don’t?” You tease him slightly as you slide your leg gently against his.
His breath hitches at the gentle feeling of your thigh against his once again, his face flushes. He grips the pencil tighter unconsciously, trying to keep his control. That tingly feeling in his stomach feels lower and stronger than usual. “Don’t tease me.” He mutters, his voice turning shy. He looks up at you with those puppy-dog eyes, they look pleading. “I’m serious. We need to study.” Even as he says this, it feels like his leg is pressing even closer to yours.
“You’re not moving away.”
He hears this and his throat bobs slightly as he swallows hard. His leg is still firmly pressed against yours. “We’re supposed to be studying.” He argues weakly, his body language and feelings displaying something that contradicts his words. His knee begins to bounce slightly, indicating his nervousness. “Stop looking at me like that. Please.” he sounds so damn breathless.
“Like what?” You smile, knowing he only reacts with attitude at your teasing. But today he isn’t doing that. He’s acting like a needy boy. You match the bounce of his knee.
His words come out with a small gasp. “Like you’re trying to make me-” He cuts himself off.
“..I’m not trying to make you anything, Pony.” your voice sounds especially gentle on his name. You hold his eye contact. The air between you two is firing up with something unknown, something neither of you have felt with each other, or anyone else before. His leg stops bouncing, pressing against yours firmly; intimately. His eyes give you a silent challenge. His breathing is shallow. Pupils blown wide as he studies your face.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what, hm? Use your words, Ponyboy.”
His eyes flash with something. He feels this ache growing, spreading. “Stop. please.” His voice cracks slightly, he’s begging now. He’s never doing that. But that’s what you both want, you can see it in each other’s gaze.
“Hmm..” You continue staring at him, challenging him. He feels completely stuck, his breath catching as your eyes stay locked on his. His face is burning now, his control crumbling rapidly. He pulls away from you slightly, breaking the contact between your legs. Pony drags his hands down his face dramatically.
“You know what you’re doing.”
“Hm?”
His hands fall onto his lap. His eyes follow to hide his red face. “Yes, hm.” he sounds frustrated yet desperate at the same time. Once he finally looks up, you notice his eyes match his tone of voice. “I can’t study like this. I literally cannot think when you’re looking at me like that. What are you trying to do?”
“I’m not doing anything, Pony.”
His eyes narrow at your calm response suspiciously. “Nothing?” he sounds strained. Abruptly, he leans forward, closing the distance between you two. You can feel his warm, gentle but stressed breaths against your lips. “Then why do I feel like I'm losing my mind?”
You reach your hands up suddenly, threading your fingers through his soft brown hair. You breathe against his lips, “you’re okay.” you see his eyes flutter closed when your fingers make contact with his scalp. The feeling of your gentle words and digits on him make his ache worse. He recognizes that the ache is getting so strong, becoming nearly painful. His eyes fly open at this realization. Staring at your lips. You begin to gently scratch his scalp.
A low, unconscious whimper slips past his lips at the feeling of your nails gently scratching another sensitive spot. You notice his eyes rolling back slightly. You feel the way his head presses into your hand, like he needs more. “Don’t..” He pleads, but it sounds like he wants you to keep going.
“Why don’t you do something about it then, loser?” You tease him with name-calling. You’re still oblivious to the ache in his lower belly. Once he registers the degradation and attitude, he slowly raises his head, looking at you with a desire that wasn’t there moments ago. Before you get to react, his hands fly to your waist, gripping firmly. He leans in, his lips crashing against yours, his lips move desperately and clumsy.
You pull back, shocked. You stare into his eyes. They’re wide and needy. His soft lips are parted as he breathes heavily. You take his vulnerability to your advantage. You like it. “Did I say you can kiss me, Pony?” his pupils dilate, nearly filling his whole iris. A needy whimper escapes at your question. He knows he disobeyed, but he needed you. He also knows that right now, his whole purpose is to listen to you. You lean closer as you question him, your breaths mingling. He’s never really been so pleading before, not even for you. But right now, he’d get on his knees just for you to kiss him.
“Please,” he begs, voice cracking. “Please, let me kiss you. Or kiss me.” His hands tighten around your waist, as the ache becomes even more painful. His eyes fall to his lap, finally figuring out what this painful ache is. He’s had erections before, but never this painful. He’s so fucking hard for you. He can see his outline through the denim. Your gaze follows his, your eyes landing on his groin. You notice the outline, and he sees that you’ve caught him. His cock twitches through his jeans at the attention. You revert your attention back to his heavy-lidded eyes, surprised by his arousal.
To be fair, you never imagined Ponyboy in a sexual way. You’d always just tease him, maybe it was flirty. Neither of you minded it, so him getting hard because of you is just insanely… arousing. Your breathing begins to get a little labored. “Ponyboy..”
“I can’t control it. I’m sorry,” he whines. “I need you so badly.”
…at this point, you know what to do. You know what you should do, anyways. You need to relieve him. You lean in, your lips basically a centimetre away. Your breath mingles with his, making contact on each other’s lips. “You know, I never thought you’d get like this because of me, Ponyboy.” He lets out a shaky breath at the sound of his name so softly on your lips. This isn’t sexual. This is intimate; this means something. Not out of lust, but you want to please him. You want to be his and you want him to be yours. “What do you need me to do, hm?” your hand rests on his crotch, right over the bulge. You can feel it throbbing, even through the thick denim.
“Y/N…” he whimpers, his hips bucking into your hand. You can feel his breathing getting even heavier on your parted lips. “Please…”
“Come on, Pony. Talk.” Your hand tightens around his boner, rubbing your palm against it gently. You see his eyes roll back, a small moan slipping out. His head falls back, leaving his neck exposed. You immediately take advantage of the sight of his neck, leaning in and pressing your tongue against his neck. You feel him buck harder against your hand. “I said use your words, I don’t hear you.”
“God, g-god yes… please…” he whines, his hips rolling even harder. He can barely form coherent words at this point. The feeling of your gentle and wet mouth on his sensitive neck is way too much for him.
“Good boy. There you go.” you breathe the praise against his neck. You feel his dick twitch even harder against your palm, your movements speeding up. Suddenly, he grabs your wrist and leads you to his room nearby. You have no clue what he’s about to do.
Once you guys get to your room, he slams the door, locking it with shaky movements. He stands in front of you, his bulge still prominent through his jeans. He’s breathing heavily, holding eye contact. “Do you wanna..? I can.. Go on top or… you-”
“You on top. Please.”
That’s all it takes for you to grab his arm, pushing him onto his mattress and climbing on top of him. He sits up against the frame, staring at you with such adoration; you couldn’t imagine ever being looked at with. You feel him throbbing underneath you, and you begin to move your hips. You grind your hips slowly, making sure he’s okay with everything. His mouth falls open, breath labored. His hands move to your thighs, gripping tightly.
“Harder… faster…” he pants.
You begin to move firmly and faster against him, his hips snapping up in time with your rhythmic movements. His eyes flutter, breathy whimpers coming out of his mouth. One hand moves to his throat, and the other rests on his chest. “You like that?” he nods rapidly, one hand moving from your thigh to yours around his neck, tightening. He’s implying he does want you to choke him. You grip his neck; firm enough to feel but loose enough to breathe.
He starts bucking his hips sharply, soft whimpers and whines escaping. You feel yourself getting wet at the fact that you’re pleasing this boy and the little noises he’s making. Your head falls back as you grind harder.
“Y/N, I-I’m gonna… it hurts… I think I’m gonna cum…” he cries out desperately. He can feel a wet spot forming on his crotch. It’s an uncomfortable sensation with the denim pressing against the pre. You grip his neck tighter, and feel the wet spot against your core grow. You know what to do now. You dry hump him quicker now, gripping his throat even tighter.
“God, you’re doing so good, Ponyboy.”
He cums. That was the last straw. The praise and the grip around his neck was way too much for him, so he finished. With a final hip thrust against your core, he cums with a violent tremble that passes through his whole body. You feel the warm liquid through both of your guys’ clothing. You loosen your grip on his neck, and finally stop grinding when he’s no longer trembling; trying to milk him as much as you could.
You smile down at him, seeing the visible effect you had on him. His hair is disheveled, his chest is moving up and down rapidly, his eyes half-lidded with leftover desire while he looks at you. “Come on, Pony, you worked me up and I didn't even get to cum.” You giggle a bit.
“I’m sorry…” He whines
“It’s okay, Pony.” You lean down and press a kiss to his lips.