cw: SMUT, use of a vibrator☺️, edging☺️, teasing, use of pet names, orgasm denial, i..think that’s it
as chris pulled you into the nearest bathroom of the house hosting the party you were at, your heart was pounding. you knew you were in trouble. all night, you’d been mouthing off to chris and rolling your eyes, which has definitely taken a toll on his mood.
he shut the door, pinning you up against it. chris grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. you can practically see flames set alight in his eyes, and this made you…aroused? yeah, chris was mean sometimes, but it turned you the hell on. and he knew that.
“you’ve had a big mouth all night, ma…where’s it gone?” he teases lowly. you’re still speechless, avoiding eye contact at all costs. “hey—yeah, look at me when i’m talkin’ to you.” he demands, his raspy voice compelling you to obey and look up at him. something about his expression looked different. he’s got something planned for you, and you know it’s not gonna be good.
you can see those mischievous gears turning in his head as he starts to speak again, “you’ve been keepin’ me on edge all night with that attitude of yours, haven’t you, angel?” chris teases. you weren’t aware he was expecting a vocal answer until he gives your cheeks a painful squeeze, still holding your face in his hand.
“y-yeah..” you squeak, making a confident grin creep across his face. oh no. “yeahh, that’s right. so y’know what i think? i think it’s my turn to keep you on edge, ma. you pickin’ up what i’m throwin’ down?” he rasps.
your eyes widen. you’ve never been edged before, let alone by chris. you were nervous to say the least. you knew he’d show you no mercy…but as you thought about it, you began to notice the familiar heat pooling between your legs as you nod in response to his question.
“good. y’know…i found y’little vibratin’ wand thing…think that’ll do it for ya, angel?” he asks, tracing his thumb on your bottom lip. you look up into his eyes. they may be the lightest, brightest blue you’ve ever seen, but that dark glint always finds it’s way into his eyes. “let’s get outta here, then. cmon.”
chris leads you out of the house and you can just imagine how exhausting your night is gonna be.
chris ushers you into your home with a slap on the ass. you both get inside and chris immediately starts talking. “alright, go on upstairs, ma. y’know how i want you.”
you respond with a nod and scurry up the stairs to your shared bedroom. you strip, tossing your clothes off to who knows where. you sit on the bed, awaiting chris’ arrival. chris comes in, holding something familiar in his hand. your stupid vibrator wand from the bathroom cabinet. your heart drops.
“hey, ma. lookin’ nervous over there,” chris chuckles. he drops a pair of fuzzy handcuffs on the nightstand and your eyes go wide. “i-i’m not,” you falsely protest, your voice coming out shakier than you wanted it to. “sure you aren’t, angel.” chris chuckles again.
he sits down next to you on the bed, trailing his hands all over your body. “you’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.” your face flushes and you look away. he grabs your face and turns it back to him with a grin. he leans down, going to town on your neck. whimpers leave your mouth as he trails dark bruises all down your neck and down to your collar bones. he moves down to your bare breasts, circling each of your nipples with his tongue, leaving a trail of fire in it’s wake.
chris sits back up, admiring how you’re now marked up for him. he hums in approval as he reaches a finger down to your sopping pussy. “soaked, angel.” chris teases, running his finger up and down through your slit agonizingly slow. you squeeze your eyes shut just before he pulls his hand away and the tense silence is replaced with a soft buzzing. you knew what it was.
you feel him trace the vibrating wand along your inner thighs, not reaching your core just yet. your clit throbbed with need, and you knew you needed to say something. “please, chris…”
he pauses, a smirk evident on his face, “please what, ma?” he knew exactly what you wanted. he just wanted to make you say it. you whine, not wanting to speak it out loud. chris cocks a brow at you, dragging the wand further away from your pussy, closer to your knee.
“n-need it…on my cl-clit…please…” you mutter in embarrassment, your face flushing red. there’s no way he’s making you do this. chris chuckles at that, hovering the wand in the air just above your clit. “like this, baby?” he teases. you whine, shaking your head. chris then presses it down onto your clit, allowing the vibrations to finally flow through you. instinctively, your legs try to close, but chris is quick to fix that, pinning your thighs open. “no, ma. you don’t need restraints, do you?” your eyes widen as you vigorously shake your head.
chris rubs slow circles around your clit with tip of the wand. you whimper and whine, squirming with each vibration. chris uses his other hand to hold you still.
“you need to stay quiet for me, angel.” he mumbles, turning the vibrator up a notch and increasing the pressure. his little circles become faster, causing moans to spill from your lips. “i…i c-can’t!” you whine. chris fakes a pout, faux sympathy dripping from his voice. “oh, you can’t? i think you c-can, baby.” he mocks you. chris knows you have a very hard time staying quiet, so watching you struggle like this was pure nirvana for him.
“ch-chris, i really can’t—“
he looks down at you with a smug expression. “oh, i’m sure you can manage it, angel. if you can’t control your voice, i’ll just have to stop. and we don’t want that, do we?” he teases. you whine at that. as much as this was pure torture, you didn’t want it to stop. at least—not yet.
chris turns the vibrator up the the 3rd level, and this really gets you going, you’ve got one hand over your mouth, struggling to keep quiet, and the other hand gripping chris’ bicep for all the support you can get.
chris chuckles darkly at your struggles, watching you convulse and try to hold back your whimpers. your legs start to tremble a little more prominently as you feel your orgasm approaching. chris seems to notice this too, increasing his efforts. “getting close, ma?” you vigorously nod, the pleasure becoming more and more intense.
“‘m gonna c-cum, chris!” you moan out, but just as soon as your orgasm was approaching, it was taken away by chris switching off the wand. you whine.
“mmm, no you’re not, angel. only good girls get to cum, remember? it’s gonna be a while before you’re gettin’ what y’want, baby.” chris taunts, that devilish grin still plastered across his face.
with a disappointed whimper, you come to your next realization.
this is gonna be a long, exhausting night.
a/n: hi hi! short lil chris smut cause i got this idea last night and had to write it before i forgot about it! mean!chris and sensitive!brat!reader are definitely going to be a new au on my blog, so send in stuff about them!
Fuck. There you were again—lying on your back taking in Chris’s dick. His rapid speed in which he fucked you was something that you would still have to get used to.
In and out—and out and in. Back and forth all over again constantly—Chris’s face was very flushed…but he almost seemed like he looked angry. Which you knew he was, you were the cause of it.
“Fuuck baby.”
Chris pulled his dick out of your tight pussy, with a steady motion of stroking the thick member up and down—he then spread your legs more.
“Shake that pussy for me—don’t fucking close your legs.”
Your body was already worn out from the first three orgasms he gave you with just his mouth alone. As you sat up a bit, Chris smirked as you begin to hold the back end of your thighs while simultaneously wiggling your hips. The movement allowed your thighs to gently clap as your pussy leaked.
“Mhm.”
Was all that left Chris’s wet pink lips as he slammed his dick right back into you. Earlier you had been unknowingly sitting a bit too close to Matt as you guys watched tv, this obviously annoyed Chris. The part that really riled him up was when, as you got up to leave(with Chris’s orders) Matt’s face was practically in your ass because of the short skirt you wore.
“Chris I said I was sorry—.”
You felt Chris’s dick slam deep inside so hard that it reached your cervix. As you tried to focus on your breathing due to being overwhelmed—Chris began to rub your clit but ever so slightly stopping when you almost came.
Chris flipped you over so now you rested on your stomach. He loved ass—he loves seeing the way your ass clapped hard as his dick pounded that tight hole. His hand reached down to grab ahold of your hair, making a fist while your body curled up against his chest.
“Yeahh?? Talk shit with dick in you.”
Your eyes started to water from how mean he was being even though you knew deep down you secretly enjoyed it. Chris smacked and smacked your ass till it felt like his hand print would be left behind. As he let go of your hair Chris would then wrap his large veiny hands round your neck.
“C-Chris…I wasn’t talkin—.”
This only made Chris let out a low laugh beside your ear before kissing your cheek. He knew you weren’t dissing him—he could feel how much you would tighten around his dick as he degraded you in some way. Chris started to kiss your neck softly—showing that he was still the same loving boyfriend you knew and had.
“Mmm right here. Shhhh shhh i’m here.”
Chris’s strokes were still fast as your ass clapped even hard but because of his soft spoken tone, paired with his gentle actions—you couldn’t do anything but cry and kiss him back.
You fell softly onto the bed again when Chris released your neck. The sounds of your pussy letting out wet queefs as Chris pumped slowly in and out of it only made him get closer to climax. Chris took his dick out every now and then to rub it between your ass cheeks and back of your pussy—stimulating you as your fucked our body laid there.
“Almost there…thaaats it.”
You let out soft moans that almost sounded like whimpers—your voice was tired as you just knew that you had to just lay there and take Chris’s dick. He smacked your ass one last time before speeding up again—his dick started to make your body become stimulated from inside as your cunt rubbed into the bed which gave double stimulation.
“Chris…I can’t take it.”
Just as you said this, both you and Chris started cumming hard. He wore no condom this time because he was in such a rush to put you in your place and admittedly—you liked the feeling of his huge thick white dick feeling up your tight wet cunt with his kids.
