WIP
tw. smutty stuff, no proofreading, 3 a.m.
Tiny needles pricked the small of her neck, the hairs raising at the feeling.
She turned her head slightly, lifting her chin just enough to catch sight of him—Chris—already staring right at her. She popped her head down behind the couch quickly like a wack-o-mole, feeling as if she's been caught.
Chris loomed from the corner of the room, barely making an effort in the conversation that he was earlier partaking in.
He was staring at her, his girl, who was talking to some random guy he had never seen before. His jaw ticked, brows drawn down so sharply they nearly shadowed his eyes, and his usual smile was replaced by a snarl.
"Yo man, you good?" Nathan raised his brow, gesturing Chris to take the blunt.
he didn’t respond. He didn’t even look away. He simply stood, turned, and walked off.
...
" Oh my gosh! I've never met anyone who wasn't... well, a literature major—like myself—to know about Tess of the d'Urbervilles," her cheeks were nearly burning her face, hot from the alcohol she was babysitting and the stuffy living room they were in.
The boy across from her was in one of her lectures; he's the one who actually invited her to this party.
" Yes, it's actually one of my favorite books, Tom Hardy is a fuck—"
"Sorry, kid, I gotta pull her away for a minute." Chris’s voice was deep and intimidating. he grasped her wrist, firm and nearly bruising. Before even hearing an answer from either of them, he rushed her to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
...
She was pushed up against the door in a second, his head anchored right next to her ear, whispering absolute filth.
" Why are you acting like you don't have a man, hm? You just gotta go around acting like a fucking slut, right?" His hand roughly dove underneath her skirt, finding absolutely nothing covering her cunt.
" You really are a fucking slut ____" he let out in a low groan, his fingers continuing to jack hammer into her cunt.
"N-no, Chris, I'm not, I promise," her hand clawing at his back, trying to stop herself from rubbing her swollen clit.
The room became hot, sticky, and full of sex, pure fucking sex. He loved treating her like this, like his own personal toy.
He rutted against her thigh ruthlessly, trying to release the buildup of cum in his swollen cock from hearing his fingers thwop from her slick. eyebrows knitted together, and eyes lidded in bliss
" get on yer knees _____" He let his hand fall out of her sopping wet cunt. His eyes were empty, and they looked down at her in complete lust and desperation
"W-what?" Her mind was scrambled trying to register.
"Get on—" his hand landed on her shoulder, pushing her onto the ground, "your fucking knees".
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