Stevepop Oneshots

My traffic good boy (smut)

Soda- 22
Steve-23
Soda's POV:
We were in traffic, and it was gonna be at least thirty minutes worth. Saturday's no joke. I huffed looking out the window. When I felt something in my pants, I knew it was Steve and tried to ignore it. He teased my dick, until I was hard and then he stroked me, s l o w l y.

"Steve~ S-stop teasing~." My face was hot, I knew I was blushing. I want him to go faster, badly. I whimpered.

He kissed my forehead. "Do you want more, my Pepsi-Cola?" He smiled his sweet smile.

"Please Daddy?~" I clasped my hands together in attempt to beg.

"Ok Pepsi." His voice was soft, yet dominant. He stroked me faster, and faster every few seconds. I moaned, my body jerking softly, as I giggled and laughed. Pleasure filled me.

"Good boy Soda, your doing so Good." He whispered into my ear, kissing my neck.

It made me squirm, I loved it when he did that. When he told me I was a good boy. I liked being his good boy, it made me feel good.  

"Daddy~ can I cum?" I begged I needed to release badly but if I did too early, I wouldn't be his good boy anymore.

"Yes baby" I moaned his name as I came into his hand, which was in my pants.

He gave me a sloppy kiss as I panted.

"My good boy" he cooed.