The Game (Bruno Mars Imagines)

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You sit on the edge of the bed in your hotel room in New York late at night to take a break. Bruno is in the middle of promoting Unorthodox Jukebox. After each day's end, he has been going out with the Hooligans to party and celebrate.

Reaching down to touch yourself, you feel your hot and wet juices that you've been working on for a while. Your vibrator is still on but you know that if it goes anywhere near you, that you're going to explode all over the comforter. Closing your eyes as you lay down for a moment, you try to lose the feeling so you can build it back.

The mattress dips, forcing you to slowly open your eyes and see his. He cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses you at an upside down angle. You let out a high-pitched moan, making him laugh. Holding his hands on top of your arms, he is pinning you and yet, you are comfortable.

"Why you playin' by yourself?"

You smile, still out of breath from before.

"I wanna play too," he whispers into your ear.

"But Bruno I'm..." You begin to mutter between pants as you scrunch your fingers in his hair. You know that you're not ready for The Game. You're way too far for that.

"Do I have to remind you of the rules?" Bruno growls as his finger lays across your lips.

"No."

Bruno sits your body up, wraps his arms around you, and a holds you for a few minutes. All of the sudden, he chuckles with a lower-than-usual voice. He picks up your vibrator, making you very nervous. As moves it closer and closer to you, you whimper.

"Don't worry, baby," Bruno said, turning off the switch. "I'm not going to use it...yet.

Placing his hands on your stomach, he tickles his fingers down, resting his palm on your center. Your hips buck a little bit.

"I think my fingers can do a much better job."

His fingers explore you the further south they travel, oozing in your juices. Every noise that he makes is directed right into your ear.

"Mmmm..." he moans. "Baby you've been playing for a while, haven't chu?"

"Yes," You moan back.

"Well then I guess...that tonight the difficulty setting for The Game is going to be...difficult...for you," he says, inserting one finger inside you.

"Fuck..." You mutter, tilting your head down.

"Especially since you did this to me last time..."

"What?" You ask.

"Don't pretend you don't know," he laughs, "...because now the tables have turned. Now you're the one who's vulnerable."

"Bruno..." You whisper.

Bruno tightens his grip around your waist as he begins to pump one, two, and finally three fingers inside and out. You fidget and move up, in order to force his fingers deeper inside you, brushing up against all the right places.

"Damn baby...relax. You know," he says slyly, "If you cum right now...then I'm just going to have to get you close again...and the second time...you're not going to be able to cum at all...as you watch me. That wouldn't be very nice for you for the second time...now would it?"

"No..."

"I know you're already very close, baby...but that's all your fault for playing without me," he says, kissing your bare shoulder.

Bruno pulls his fingers out, resting his hand on your center once again, still applying some pressure, which drives you insane. He caresses his fingers all over your body, finishing with a massage on your back. You whimper, aching for his touch.