it's almost cruel how much he's teasing you, dragging out the foreplay so that when he finally splits you open with his cock, you’ll be oversensitive and whiny;

your hips buck up as his tip catches your swollen, throbbing clit. his large hand presses against your lower stomach, holding your hips down, essentially preventing you from gaining any stimulation that's not given to you explicitly by him.

he's in control and he knows it, even if you don't believe it yet.

“y’know, the more you squirm, the more m’gonna tease you.” he cocks his head patronisingly, "could jus' leave you here; wet, begging."

“you wouldn’t.” you falter slightly at his words, bratty facade slipping before regaining composure again. “maybe you’re the desperate one…”

chris’ tongue prods the side of his cheek as he scoffs under his breath. “oh, so we’re doin’ this, huh?” he raises his eyebrows; unimpressed.

with a sudden movement, his large hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you down the bed so that your feet dangle off the edge.

“fine. y’wanna be a brat? m’gonna treat you like one.”

“open.” he forces your legs apart, baring your pussy to him; even wetter than before. “messy little cunt.” he mutters, tongue clicking against his teeth as his hands run up and down your thighs; surprisingly gentle for the way he was acting before.

but before you can launch another quip at him, his hand comes down sharply, delivering a small slap to your cunt, making you jolt with a mixture of pleasure and pain as his fingers brush past your clit harshly.

"fuckin' pathetic."

and with that, he's sinking to his knees.

he doesn't ease you into it like he normally would; he licks a flat, broad stripe across your centre, holding your hips down in an iron grip as they try and chase his mouth.

he’s eating you out mercilessly. tongue dragging sloppily through your folds, up towards your clit as he sucks it into his mouth, swirling his wet muscle around the swollen bud, giving it occasional tortuous flicks.

your lips part, badly-muffled whines slipping from them as you relish in the pleasure chris is giving you. your hands reach down to grab at his hair, tugging on the roots as his teeth graze your sensitive clit.

all of a sudden, he stops.

“did i say you could touch me?”

“no, but—”

his head gives one small but firm shake. “no. so don’t touch me unless i give you permission. y’don’t get to have what you want after all that bitching before.”

you release his hair from your hold, letting your arms fall pathetically at your sides, leaving you exposed as your bratty attitude finally crumbles.

“that's my girl."

chris' face splits into a cocky grin at your submission, knowing he's got you wrapped around his finger. he pats your cheek gently, signalling for you to open your mouth. you obey dumbly, and before you can protest, he gathers saliva into the forefront of his mouth and spits, letting it land on your tongue.

"swallow it."

the dirty command has you clenching around nothing as you swallow his saliva obediently.

"such a filthy girl. all mine."

before you know it, your hips are elevated, held multiple inches off the bed by chris’ strong hands. judging by the angle, you can tell what he’s about to do.

his tip of his stiff cock catches your entrance again, but you know better than to complain again. you have to have patience.

without warning, he sinks the rest of the way into you, filling you with one smooth, deep thrust. he starts moving, drawing his hips back until only the head remains before slamming back in, making your body jolt up the bed.

he does it again—this time faster—before gaining a steady rhythm. every thrust has you sliding up the bed, clutching at the sheets as lewd moans and cries of his name mingled with curses tumble from your lips.

after a minute of this, chris is getting pissed off. “fuckin’— just stay still.”

his thrusts stop completely as he adjusts his position, wrenching your legs up over his shoulders, and before you can ask what he’s going to do, he’s pounding into you, arms wrapping around your thighs.

“o-ohh f-fuckk chris!! don’t stop! right there, please—”

chris’ eyes drift down to where you’re connected, seeing the way your pussy has stretched to accommodate him, and the sight makes his stomach muscles contract. just as he tears his eyes away, he spots something else; the convexing of the flesh on your stomach that appears then reappears with his thrusts.

“fuck, look at that ma. i’m in your guts.” he pushes down on the bulge, extracting a loud moan from you as the pressure intensifies. “goin’ dumb on this dick.”

it’s not long before you’re whimpering and babbling that you’re going to cum, pussy clenching around him like a velvet vice as he continues to hit just the right spot

sure enough, within the next minute, you’re coming on his big dick. your cunt spasms with every wave of your release, milking him as he works you through the orgasm by toying with your clit.

by the time you’ve come down, you finally realise. he hasn’t come; dick still throbbing insistently inside of you, clearly ready for at least one more round.

he's going to have so much fun playing with you.

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you knew it was harmless teasing, that they'd never try to make a pass at you in earnest, especially not with chris watching. but it still made you slightly flustered, so you reached up to twirl a piece of your hair between your fingers, a habit you had had since childhood that always calmed you down. you occasionally glanced over at chris, trying to hint for him to join in the conversation so you didn't feel like so much of the attention was focused on you.

what you didn't notice was the way chris was watching you, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed as they flitted between your hand playing with your hair and your doe eyes as you looked up at the guys. you lifted your knees up a little, giving chris a direct view of your panties beneath your dress, and he had no doubt the others could catch a glimpse, too. but what pissed him off most was the way you kept looking back at him, as if making sure he was seeing this bullshit.

after a minute or so more, he spat out the toothpick he was idly chewing on and dragged you by your wrist to get up off the table.

you barely had time to realise you were on your feet before chris was tugging you out the garage entrance and down the street to nancy's house.

"chris, what's going on?" you asked, entirely baffled and pulling back in an attempt to resist his driving pace.

he charged on in silence. once you were home, he dragged you past the living room where nancy was sitting in front of the blaring tv, completely oblivious to the fact that you had even entered the house. chris brought you straight down into the basement.

he locked the door behind you and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. his silence was getting unnerving, so you took the opportunity to try and get some answers out of him.

“chris, are you upset with me? i don't understand what's—”

“come here.” his voice was calm, too calm for his behaviour moments earlier, and it only served to make you extremely uneasy as you stepped forward to stand in front of him.

you let out a yelp of surprise as chris gripped your hips and bent you over his lap in one swift motion. 

"think you're funny, huh?" chris drawled as he flipped your dress up to expose your ass. "flirtin’ with the guys in front of me like i'm fucking blind? showin’ them your fucking panties like a little slut?"

you immediately felt your cheeks burning. was that really how it looked? could chris not tell how flustered you were, how you were silently praying for him to intervene? 

your thoughts were interrupted by a harsh smack. you screamed, mostly from the sudden shock, and tried to squirm away, but chris pressed his free hand on the small of your back to keep you down.

"who do you think i am, huh?" another smack.

"chris, i swear i wasn't—"

you were cut off by another smack. chris laughed, but there was no humour behind it. "nah, way too late for excuses now. gotta take what's comin', doll."

you had no choice but to stifle your screams and protests as chris continued with your punishment, spanking you with a firm palm until your butt was raw and throbbing. he squeezed and rubbed the tender skin every now and again in a half-hearted attempt to soothe you.

you didn’t know how to react — you knew chris was trying to punish you, to teach you a lesson, and even though you knew you were innocent, you couldn’t ignore some part of you that… enjoyed it? no, that couldn’t be. enjoyed wasn’t the right word. it just had you whining and squirming beneath him, your pussy twitching and aching for a redirection of his attention. that was all.

once chris was satisfied with his work, he tugged your panties down to your mid thighs and spread your legs slightly, giving him just enough space to drag his fingers through your soaked folds.

"she's wet for me, baby. don't tell me you liked gettin' put in your place like that."

you couldn't speak, only letting out small gasps as chris continued gathering your slick on his fingers.

"filthy girl." he gave one last smack, this time to your pussy, causing you to gasp and jolt forwards. 

chris pushed you off his lap, leaving you standing in front of him all sore and confused, your legs trembling. he mocked your bewildered expression. "what? don't tell me you thought you were getting something out of this? thought i'd be takin' care of you after all that?"

you couldn't fight the tears that started to well in your eyes. "chris, please... i promise i wasn't flirting— i just didn't know how to react… wanted you to say something…"

you tried to bend to his level and wrap your arms around his shoulders, only to be pushed back by a firm hand. you gasped as his coldness, and now you really couldn't hold back your tears.

he hated to admit it, but seeing you sob before him was really tugging on chris's heartstrings. he couldn't watch you for too long before sighing in resignation and patting his thigh. "come sit."

you immediately stepped forward and perched yourself on his knee, hiding your face in his neck as you continued to sniffle and whimper. chris let out an exaggerated sigh and rubbed a slow hand up and down your back. "what are you crying for? y'really wanna get off that badly?"

when he felt you nod against his neck, he continued. "go on, then."

it took you a second to realise what chris wanted you to do, but as soon as you connected the dots, you started to rut your bare pussy against his thigh, relishing the feeling of the rough denim of his jeans against your skin.

soon your little cries turned to moans, and you were gripping on to chris's shoulders for support as you picked up the pace.

chris had his chin resting on your shoulder and his hand planted on your back under the guise of offering you comfort, but really he was watching the movements of your ass as you shifted back and forth on his thigh. the way your dress was hiked around your waist was giving him the perfect view of you, and he started to grope at fleshy fistfuls of your ass, suddenly finding himself feeling greedy and desperate to have his hands on you. he could feel his cock hardening in his jeans.

you were far too preoccupied to notice any of that, pressing yourself down harder on his thigh, rocking your hips with increasing speed until you reached your peak, soaking his jeans with the evidence of your pleasure as your loud, desperate whines filled his ears.

chris could feel the liquid of your release seep through to his thigh. he let out a guttural groan and spanked your ass one last time as he felt his cum spilling out into his boxers. untouched.

he gasped as the hot, sticky ropes soaked his underwear. this had never happened to him before. you sat up to see his flushed cheeks and gaping mouth, his chest rising and falling erratically fast.

"chris, did you just—"

"shut. up.”