Bobby was trying to get Kitty to relax. She was tense, wound up tighter than a drum. Her fingers drummed out a nervous beat on her bedspread as he leaned against the wall, watching her. He could see the tension radiating off her, the way her shoulders were bunched up, the way her eyes kept flicking away from his. It was adorable, but also worrying. He'd never seen her like this before.
"Kitty, I don't know what's going on, but you need to relax." He pushed off from the wall and moved closer to her, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. She flinched away from him, her eyes going wide.
Kitty Pryde was sitting on her bed, her legs crossed as she listened to Iceman talk. She was wearing a thin white tank top that showed off her slender figure, her nipples poking through the fabric. She couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious as she had listened to him talk about his relationship with Rogue for ages earlier.
"Bobby, what are you doing here? You're dating Rogue." She accused, her voice shaking.
"Well, I just don't know what to do," Bobby said, running a hand through his hair. "I love Rogue, but sometimes I can't help but think about you."
Kitty's heart skipped a beat. She had always had a bit of a crush on Bobby, but she never thought he felt the same way. "Bobby, you're dating Rogue," she protested again.
"I know," he said, taking a step closer to her. "But I can't help the way I feel. And right now, I feel like I want to kiss you."
Before Kitty could protest, Bobby leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She froze for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then she melted into the kiss. His lips were soft and warm, and she couldn't help but respond.
Bobby deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. Kitty moaned softly, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair. She could feel her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wet.
Suddenly, Bobby pulled away. "Chill out, Kitty," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I want to show you something."
With a grin, Bobby used his powers to fasten ropes of ice around Kitty's wrists, tying them to the twin bedposts. "Ta-da!" He laughed.
Kitty turned bright red, though with anger or embarrassment Bobby couldn't tell. "Bobby!" She hissed at him.
"Relax, Kitkat," he teased infuriatingly, "we're just two friends chilling out together."
"Friends don't tie each other to the bed, Bobby." She pointed out, her eyes narrowing.
"I can untie you, if you want." He offered, taking a step towards her.
"No," she answered instantly then flushed bright red. Definitely embarrassment this time.
"Good." He grinned, reaching out to brush a stray lock of brown hair out of her young face.
"Now, let me help you relax." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. She tasted sweet, like cherries and something else he couldn't quite place. She protested at first, her lips pressed tightly together, but he didn't let that deter him. He teased her lips with his, nipping at them gently until she opened her mouth to him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers as he explored her mouth.
He could feel her body relaxing beneath him, her muscles unknotting as he continued to kiss her. His hands roamed over her body, skimming over her curves as he memorized every inch of her. She was perfect, soft and warm beneath his hands. He could feel her nipples pebbling beneath her shirt, and he grinned against her lips.
"See, Kitty? I told you I could help you relax." He murmured, pulling back from the kiss.
"Bobby, I…" She trailed off, her eyes wide as she looked up at him.
He moved down her body, pressing kisses to her neck, her collarbone, and finally her breasts. He nipped at her nipples through her shirt, making her gasp and squirm beneath him. He could feel her body heating up. He grinned, his eyes meeting hers.
"See, Kitty? You're relaxing already." He murmured, sliding his hand down her body to cup her pussy through her jeans. She moaned, her hips bucking up into his hand.
"Bobby, please." She begged, her voice husky with desire.
Bobby reached out and touched her tank top with his ice-cold fingers. Kitty gasped as the fabric turned to ice and froze to her skin. Bobby chuckled and continued to tease her body with his icy fingers, tracing patterns on her skin and making her shiver.
"Bobby, what are you doing?" Kitty asked, her voice trembling with a mix of cold and arousal.
"Just having a little fun," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so hot, Kitty. I want to cool you down."
He reached behind her and untied the knot that held her tank top in place. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare breasts. Bobby's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, his cock growing hard in his pants.
"Fuck, Kitty," he breathed. "You're so beautiful."
Kitty blushed at the compliment, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her body. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, she had never felt so turned on.
Bobby reached out and cupped her breasts, his ice-cold fingers sending shivers down her spine. He teased her nipples, making them harden even more. Kitty moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands.
Bobby leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. Kitty gasped. She could feel her pussy growing wetter with every flick of his tongue.
Suddenly, Bobby pulled away. "I want to try something," he said, a wicked gleam in his eye.
Before she could ask what he meant, He produced a small ball of ice in the palm of his hand. Kitty watched as he shaped it into a pair of nipple clamps, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Bobby, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Just trust me," he said, his eyes locked on hers.
He reached out and attached the clamps to her nipples, the cold metal sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body. Kitty moaned and closed her eyes, her body trembling with desire.
Bobby chuckled and leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body. Kitty could feel her arousal building, her pussy growing wetter with every stroke of his fingers.
Her aching nipples dealt with now, he turned his attention to her lower regions once more. Kitty squirmed helplessly as he unbuttoned her jeans and slowly shimmied them down her legs. He peppered her thighs and calves with tiny kisses as he did so.
He smirked at her bright pink panties with a literal cartoon kitty face on them. "Cute," he teased as he eyed the almost naked brunette. "Bobby," she protested, writhing on the bed beneath him. He grinned. "Definitely need a photo of this."
"Don't you dare Bobby!"
He stroked her panties softly and she melted beneath his touch. "But they look adorable," he whispered, "just like you, Kitty."
He kissed her and his hand continued working her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. She moaned a little louder, he stroked a little harder. "Please," she gasped out.
"Please what, Kitty?" He asked.
His ice-cold fingers made her gasp with pleasure. He teased her, his fingers moving in slow circles around her clit. Kitty moaned and writhed on the bed, her body trembling with pleasure.
"Please make me cum." She gasped, her hips jerking up into his hand.
"As you wish, Kitty." He murmured, sliding her panties down her legs. He knelt between her thighs, his eyes locked on her pussy. It was wet and swollen, her lips glistening with desire. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. She moaned, her hips jerking up towards his mouth. He chuckled, pressing another kiss to her other thigh.
"Bobby, please." She begged again, her voice hoarse with desire.
"Patience, Kitty. Good things come to those who wait." He murmured, pressing a kiss to her clit. She moaned, her hips jerking up towards his mouth. He chuckled, pressing another kiss to her clit.
He could feel her getting closer, could feel her body tensing up as she approached her climax. He slid a finger inside her, curling it up to hit her g-spot. She moaned, her hips jerking up towards his hand. He could feel her clenching around his finger, could feel her getting closer. He slid a second finger inside her, curling them both up to hit her g-spot. She cried out.
Suddenly, Bobby pulled away. He flicked the nipple clamps cruelly and she whimpered. "I want to fuck you, Kitty," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Kitty nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. Bobby reached down and undid his pants, freeing his hard cock. Kitty gasped as she saw it, her body growing even wetter at the sight.
Bobby climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Kitty could feel his cock pressing against her entrance, and she moaned with pleasure as he pushed inside her.
Bobby started to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Kitty moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with pleasure.
Bobby reached up and tugged on the nipple clamps, making Kitty cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He leaned down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to fuck her. Kitty's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her whole body shaking as she came hard around Bobby's cock.
Bobby groaned, feeling Kitty's pussy clenching around him as she came. He couldn't hold back any longer, his own orgasm ripping through him as he filled her with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath.
"Rogue is going to kill us," Kitty finally said. Bobby raised an eyebrow: "only if we tell her. And I'm not untying you until you promise not to…"
Kitty looked up at him pleadingly. He smirked. "Do I have to spank you to keep you quiet, Kitty?" Her heart skipped a beat.
He whispered in her ear: "I was only helping you relax, Kitty. That's what friends do. And I can help you relax again anytime you want… as long as you don't tell Rogue."
Kitty swallowed. She looked up at Bobby with big puppy dog eyes and finally, she grinned.
"Bobby…" she breathed out, "I'm anxious about keeping a secret from Rogue. Can you help me relax again?"
Bobby grinned, trailing his fingers down her outstretched arms, feeling the soft goose-flesh, then running them up her sides. "Well now you mention it…"