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You bite into your sandwich, all alone in the lunch room. It isn't so often that you have your boyfriend, Sonar...or as you're learning to say, Victor, around with you for lunch. In fact, you're pretty sure he's on the clock right now... saving lives, being a badass.
You wonder if he's thinking of you right now. Yknow while he's saving the world and stuff--
Your name is called and your eyes snap to the figure in the doorway. Robert Robertson. "Oh, thank God, you're here."
You smile at him as you try to swallow your bite real quick before asking: "you found me. What's up?"
He sighs, "we need your manifestation powers."
You rise quickly. Holy shit. There must be serious danger if he's looking for backup from other dispatchers to go onto the field. "What is it? Where's the emergency?"
"Sonar got handcuffed to the squat rack in the gym basement--"
Are you kidding me?
You instantly deflate. "Huh?"
"Coop handcuffed him. Can you go free him? It would take too long for a locksmith to get over here in time." Robert smiles sheepishly, "it's not like, an urgent emergency... but y'know...convenience."
You give him an unimpressed look. "Lead with that next time."
He chuckles out shyly. "Sorry."
You shed your jacket and walk past him. He jogs up to you.
"Hopefully there won't be a next time, right?"
You can't help but scoff at his naivety. "You'd think that'd be the case."
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You clomp down the stairs to the gym basement. The place is dimly lit, as are most rooms that Victor enters first. If not completely dark, of course.
"Oh, are you here to rescue me, gorgeous?"
You are still navigating your way over to him when you say: "Coop handcuffed you... why?"
He sighs out, before murmuring. "She promised me boobs."
You laugh out, finally coming within his view. He feels his heart pickup at the mere sight of you. His lovely girlfriend. With that lovely laugh. And those lovely boobs.
"And you thought...Coop of all people would show you her boobs?"
Victor shrugs his free shoulder. "Can't a man hope."
"No," you laugh out, "unless that man wants to be handcuffed to gym equipment."
He shrugs again before saying sarcastically, "oh, I dunno. I've gotten used to it. It's kinda comfy here. In fact, I'm pretty sure the loss of blood circulation to my hand will soon feel quite soothing."
You playfully roll your eyes and start fishing for the piece of cloth in your pocket. It's how your power works; you need to work with an actual piece of material to form other objects with your hand. Only the left one, though. Weird. The cloth quickly becomes an everything key.
"Jeez, alright, I'm coming."
"In my mouth, I hope."
You give him a look, but the goofy grin on your lips betrays you. "Nasty; oh my God."
"You love it though."
You say nothing. You're already too obvious.
You decide, though, that the little shit won't have the last laugh. You approach him and slide your knee between his legs, until it basically kisses the bulge in his pants...for leverage, of course. You feel a hitched breath from his snout that is now against your collarbone.
Victor says your name. Confused but definitely not upset.
You ignore him and raise yourself up to the metallic bar; you steel yourself against your propped up leg thus forcing your knee harder against his crotch and sending your boobs into his face.
"Oops," you murmur, without actually meaning it. "Sorry."
Victor wraps his free hand around your waist and lodging you in place by firmly gripping your ass. Simultaneously, he buries his face further in your chest, wriggling himself as close as can be. You hear him sniffing your perfume too.
"God, I don't forgive you," you hear his voice muffle out.
You giggle, despite feeling an ache of emptiness between your legs, as you watch his cuffed hand strain against the metallic ring.
"Why not?" You tease him, as you dally around uncuffing him.
"Because," he's started licking at your shirt desperately. "I need both hands to grab your boobs. And you're taking forever to release me."
You smile, lowering your hands to play with the fur on his pinned ears. Immediately, he nuzzles into your hands, revelling in the softness of that action. "What a shame."
"Uncuff me... please."
A shiver of delight rips through you. And yet, you pull away, completely off the weight bench to just stand in front of the bat-man.
He whines out your name. "What the hell?"
You take in his neediness and his dick that is really putting the zipper of his dress pants to the test. He looks sooo delectable when he's like this.
You simply start undoing the buttons of your SDN shirt, tantalisingly slow.
He lets out a groan that is a mix of impatience and happiness and just... horny. He rises a little from his sitting position as he watches the cotton shirt slide off your shoulders, and pool into a fabric puddle at your feet, exposing your pretty breasts that are decorated in a cute coral coloured lace bra.
"Fuuuuuck," you can basically feel the rumble in his chest in your core. You feel the heat between your legs stir. "Is that new? That has to be new, right? I've never seen that one before."
Whether it's new or not doesn't matter much, as you unclasp the back and let the item join your shirt on the ground. He reaches for you, obviously. There's a loud series of scrapes and clanks as he fights against the restraints.
You palm your own boobs and hum mockingly. Another whimper is pulled from Victor... what would his team think if they saw him like this? Like he would fucking care right now, he's so close to those tits that they're all that swarm his mind. Fuck his pride. God, fuck 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Why are you being so mean and teasing him like this? Instead of fucking him? And you have the nerve to smirk at him. Fuck, that smirk is hot.
"Fine, then, if you won't let me touch your boobs, can I at least kiss you?"
His heart squeezes at how your eyes soften at that request. Wordlessly, you approach and get into the same position you were before. Knee between his legs and hands cupped under his jaw this time. Your eyes... so sincere as they lock with his own. Without drawing your eyes away, you reach for his tie and wind it around your fist, pulling a willing Victor up and into your lips. And soon the two freaks are kissing. He has always loved the taste of your tongue as it slides wet and heavy against his own. You've always been a genius with that tongue of yours. Victor can't help but grind against your knee, desperate for any kind of attention to the part of him that throbs in need of you.
Once you moan, he takes his chance and uses his hand to grab at your boob. It fits perfectly in his hand, and he explores the full expanse of it, wanting to memorise how it feels with his fingertips.
"Sonar," you moan into his mouth. He gets the greatest ego boost when you call him by his hero name for some reason. That, combined with the warmth of your tongue, and the happy flutters of your heart that he's hearing, AND the fact that he finally touched boob(s) today, is making this one of the best days of the month so far. So, the only thing to do is buck a lot faster against your knee to celebrate, as he moans out your name.
"Victor," you moan out. Yes, oh fuck, yeah, he's such a victor right now. The next sound that comes out of your mouth is between a laugh and a moan, as you whisper out, "you cheated." kiss. "You said you were just going to-" Kiss. Kiss. "-kiss me. Not-" A long needy whine slips from your lips as he makes his way planting kisses down your jaw and neck. "-touch my boobs."
"All's fair in love and boobs-"
"I'm pretty sure that's not how the saying goes-"
Your back instantly goes stiff. Wait... that sounded like-
"Yeah, it's me, assholes." Robert's voice is faint as it comes from Victor's com. "You left the line open."
Your heart sinks to your stomach. "Ugh, fuck." Invisibility would be an amazing power to have right now.
"Yeah, what the fuck, man? You totally cockblocked me," Victor whines like a pouty child.
"Well, forgive me, lovebirds, but the whole reason you're both down there is for you to be unlocked... And it doesn't sound like that is happening." Robert clicks his tongue disapprovingly, "unless this is some kind of new technique I haven't heard of?"
You waste no time, as you fumble with the key to unlock your boyfriend. And despite the debauchery you both just engaged in, his now free hand rests gently and...kindly on your waist to steady you, the sweet brushing of his thumb against your bare skin helps to calm you a little. "Ah, s-sorry, Rob, I- I got-"
"Dick-stracted?" Robert sounds so over everything right now. You look at Victor, who flashes you a smirk and a wink.
"Uh...something like that."
"Look, just get him up here, right now, and I'll try to forget this ever happened."
"Well, Rob, if you'd seen her boobs, you wouldn't be trying to forget anything." You lightly smack the back of his head, and Victor quickly mutters: "we're on our way."
You slide away from him and make quick work of dressing yourself again. You rise up just in time to see Victor pocketing the handcuffs. "Dude," you say indigantly.
"What?" He says plainly. "Did you want me to give them back to Coop?"
That shuts you up immediately. "Fair point."
"And we could always use them again later tonight," he adds with a conspiratorial whisper to himself, as the two of you walk up to the head offices together.