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“Are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah… Sure.”
“Repeat what I just said.”
“No idea.”
“You just said that you were listening.”
“I am.”
Chris groaned and gave your thigh a small slap.
“What?”
Chris shook his head at you a little bit annoyed but also amused by you.
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“Are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah… Sure.”
“Repeat what I just said.”
“No idea.”
“You just said that you were listening.”
“I am.”
Chris groaned and gave your thigh a small slap.
“What?”
Chris shook his head at you a little bit annoyed but also amused by you.
“Honey, this is important.”
“I know.”
“So pay attention, please’”
“Okay.”
Chris grasped your chin in his hands as he pressed a kiss to your lips. He had only just pulled away when he uttered the words.
“Good girl.”
Chills went down your spine and you immediately felt hot especially down south.
“Now, be good and listen. I’ll go over it once more.”
“Mhmmm.”
Chris started talking about his new alarm system he had installed in his house.
It’s not like you were deliberately trying to misbehave or…. At least not intentionally. It’s just that- it’s hard to concentrate when Chris is talking to you. You couldn’t help yourself as you looked at him. The smallest things about him drove you mad. You adored his freckles, every one of them. You made a mental note to kiss them each day.
‘God, get a grip’ yeah? Not really, Chris was just something else when looking at him. As he continued talking about the details, your eyes wandered, taking in everything despite trying your best to listen.
You would get lost in his eyes as you pictured him hovering above you as he slammed into you again and again. His piercing blue eyes staring down at you as he took you apart.
You lost it completely when focusing on his mouth. That mouth brought you so much pressure. The way he could kiss you and bring you to your knees. How he would take one of your nippels into his mouth. Either it be small cat licks or suckling on them.
Nothing however beats the way he’d go down on you. Never had you experienced someone like him. He was insatiable when it came to eating you out. A relentless man. He made you cum so many times, edging you on to the brink of tears.
You also loved the color red on him. He looked good. Most colors suited him but red and blue was just sinful when decorating his body.
Your eyes moved down towards his groin area. Your mouth watered as your core throbbed. Your eyes flickered back as the sound of fingers snapping brought you back to reality.
“You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”
“Ehhh, the code is my name?”
“Cute - please try to keep up.”
You gave him your best doe-eyes and batted your eyelashes at him as you moved closer to him. Hands sliding down his chest to his thighs.
“I’m trying… It’s just so hard to concentrate when you look this good.”
“Y/N.”
You could hear the slight warning in his tone nevertheless he didn’t move to stop you as one of your hands cupped him through his pants.
“You’re just too distracting. I can’t help it.”
“You said you’d be good.”
“I am being very good.”
You placed lazy and sloppy kisses along his jaw down to his neck.
“You think this is how someone behaves well?”
“Mhmmm.”
Your hand rubbed him through his pants. You quickly felt him grow hard. Feeling pleased with yourself, you pressed your body closer to his. He leaned back against the wall next to the alarm panel now forgotten.
“What am I going to do about you?”
Leaning on your tiptoes, your teeth pulled on his earlobe.
“Anything you want.”
Chris grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you to him. Just as your lips were about to touch, he fisted his hand in your hair keeping the distance between you. A moan left your lips. Desperate to get closer, your hand dipped into his pants. You were just about to take him into your hand when he pulled on your hair. Hard.
“Tsk tsk… Only good girls get to touch.”
“Chris.”
A breathy and pathetic moan as you rubbed against him trying to relieve yourself from the aching.
“You haven’t been a good girl, have you?”
“…no.“
Once more, he tugged hard on your hair.
"Didn’t hear that. Wanna try again?”
“I haven’t been a good girl.”
“Why?”
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as one of his hands cupped your sex. Instantly you tried grinding on his hand only to receive a smack on your ass.
“Now, tell me why.”
“Because I didn’t pay attention.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m a slut.”
“Yes. Whose?”
“Yours.”
You felt Chris’ chest vibrate as he let out a low growl. Chris rubbed you against your jeans, by now you were sure you’d already soaked through both your panties and jeans. You were a whimpering mess.
“So how do you plan to make it up to me?”
Your eyes shifted down to his now rock hard cock straining against his pants. He followed your eyes. Chris let out a low chuckle that sent chills down your spine.
“Oh no, baby. I don’t reward bad behavior.”
“Please. I’ll be good.”
“If only… Seems like I have to teach you a lesson.”
Before you knew it, you were hanging upside down slung over his shoulder. Your face dangling in front of his ass. Your eyes sparked as you reached to-
“I’d think twice before doing that… Or it’ll cost you 15 lashes.”
You didn’t dare to move as Chris walked towards his bedroom. Chris threw you on the bed and stood by the foot end of the bed looking down at you. So eager, so desperate and so willing. Reaching down into the bench, he pulled out a pair of cuffs and a whip.
“Now you remember this the next time I ask you to pay attention.”
“Yes.”
You got up, kneeling in front of him, extending your wrists to him. You felt the leather tip of the whip under your chin making you look up.
Summary: Chris’ sweaters….Just sweaters being stolen.
Warnings: Language. Implied smutty ending.
Word Count:865
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Chris didn’t mind it. You had a thing for his sweaters. You actually both had a thing for sweaters. You often wore his clothes but his sweaters were another thing. You would normally always ask if you could borrow one of his shirts or blouses before taking one. With the sweaters, not so much.
It wasn’t unusual for Chris to discover one of his many sweaters having disappeared from his closet. Then often you’d strut around his house wearing just the sweater that he was missing. No, he didn’t mind you wearing his sweaters. You did look good in his clothes, especially the sweaters.
Summary: Chris’ sweaters….Just sweaters being stolen.
Warnings: Language. Implied smutty ending.
Word Count:865
Author note : I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
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Chris didn’t mind it. You had a thing for his sweaters. You actually both had a thing for sweaters. You often wore his clothes but his sweaters were another thing. You would normally always ask if you could borrow one of his shirts or blouses before taking one. With the sweaters, not so much.
It wasn’t unusual for Chris to discover one of his many sweaters having disappeared from his closet. Then often you’d strut around his house wearing just the sweater that he was missing. No, he didn’t mind you wearing his sweaters. You did look good in his clothes, especially the sweaters.
Something primal in Chris lit up each time you left the house wearing some of his clothes. He felt pride in knowing that you were flaunting your stuff but while wearing what was his. Anyone could see that it wasn’t your own clothes but someone else’. Meaning you were taken. Off limits. You were his as much as he was yours.
One Monday, you were about to leave for work when something caught his eye.
“What do you think you’re wearing?”
“A sweater?”
“Yes, that much is obvious… But whose sweater is that?”
You send him a coy smile playing with the hem of the white sweater.
“Yours?”
“And were you going to ask if you could borrow my favorite sweater before stalking off with it into the early morning?”
“… yes?”
Chris gestures to you, waiting.
“Can I please borrow the sweater?”
Chris smiles, dimples showing.
“Hmm.”
“Chris.”
“Come here… And ask me again.”
Chris motioned for you to come closer, patting his thigh. Instantly, You perched yourself down on his strong thighs. Your body molded into his like clockwork.
“Now, what were you going to ask me?”
“May I please -”
Chris cut you off before you could finish your sentence. His lips on yours. Your hands grabbed onto his face pulling him even closer. He smirked into the kiss, feeling your enthusiasm and vigor.
Finally, feeling pleased with himself, he pulled back from the kiss. His fingers tracing your delicious and now swollen lips.
You playfully nick one of his fingers. He let out a small groan. You looked dangerous like this. Hair in disarray which was his fault. His sweater that reached past your thighs and some stockings to go with it.
You coyly sucked on his thumb, enjoying how he squirmed underneath you.
“I take that as a yes?”
“Yes, it’s a yes… Of course.”
“Thank you, love.”
Chris kissed you deeply once more before you reluctantly got off him, needing to leave for work.
Another time, where you’d ‘stolen’ one of his sweaters. You were propped up on his bed, reading something on your laptop. Legs bare, and the sweater barely covered your sweet bottom. It must’ve ridden up at some point. Not that Chris had any plans of telling you. No, this was simply a sight to relish in.
Chris stopped in the doorway, taking in the sight of you in front of him.
“If I had known this about you, I would’ve given this thing a second thought.”
You didn’t look up from the laptop when you responded.
“What?”
“I didn’t know I was dating such a little thief.”
“Thief!? Excuse me?”
“Which one of us actually owns that sweater?”
“Which one of us has actually stolen this sweater from the costume department at their work?”
You had him there. You both knew it. Your little smirk let him know.
“I mean… I wouldn’t be walking around calling someone else a thief if I were an even bigger thief. That’s just dumb and if so then I believe I should reintroduce myself. I’m a kettle, you must be the pot?”
“Mhmmm.”
Chris crossed his arms in front of him.
“But if it bothers you so much… I’ll just take it off.”
You close your laptop and lean back, sitting on your haunches. Never breaking eye contact, you reach down, and slowly slip the sweater off your body. Chris’ mouth waters as he discovers that you’re almost completely naked underneath. Except for some skimpy panties he’d bought you. He felt his boxers tightening as he continued staring at your body.
You threw the sweater at him. Chris caught it easily. He could still smell your scent on it. The smell was both sweet and absolutely intoxicating.
“There…Are you happy now?”
“Very -You do seem cold, tho.”
Your nipples hard from the cold air. Still looking composed and cool, you leaned back, resting on your elbows still looking at Chris. Your legs slightly parted now, ever so inviting.
“It would seem so.”
“Can’t have my girl getting cold.”
“Care to help out? Seeing how it’s your fault that I’m now oh so cold.”
“Happy to.”
The sweater was quickly discarded on the floor and long forgotten as Chris made his way over to you. You spread your legs wider, welcoming his body as he laid down on top of you. You shivered as your nipples touched his firm chest. He had every intention of making sure that you didn’t get cold. It was safe to say that you were nowhere near getting cold that night.
