The Newbie ~ BigPuffer x Y/N

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭

A//N: Well uh warning, this whole thing is nsfw and pretty rough so yeaah.. ;)

"You better fucking behave, angel" he growls. "How about you make me" I snapped back with a smirk on my face. "Oh that's it" he picks me up and throws me on the bed. I let out a gasp and look at him.

Chris bites his lip, his eyes darkening as they look me up and down for a second before focusing back on my eyes. He walks up to me, trapping me in between him and his bed. His hands plant themselves on either side of me. "You like being a brat, hm?" he asks, a low growl following the end of the sentence. When I don't answer right away, He smacks my right thigh, a red mark forming in its wake. I gasp, it quickly turns into a moan as he pinches the area. "Speak, my love," he says. "You like riling me up til I snap and take it out on you, don't you?"

I nod, earning another smack for not speaking. I grab the arm Chris was leaning on, needing something to hold on to. I cross my legs, trying to ease the ache between my legs. "Oh no, no, none of that. You had them spread earlier for me, now you're going to keep them spread open for me," He growls, pulling my legs apart and standing between them. I instantly wrap them around his waist, trying to push him closer to me. He doesn't move however, keeping his ground.

"Stupid little brat," he says, smacking my thigh again. "All day, you've been such a brat. Even when I try to fuck it out of you, you continue to make me mad." "I'm sorry sir," I say, whimpering from the pain tingling up my leg. "Are you? You seemed to be having fun teasing me before, what happened?" He highly trails his hand up my thigh and under the skirt, fingers every so slightly slipping under my underwear. I tried bucking my hips, wanting this man to touch me in any way right now but he wasn't having it. He used his free hand to grip my hip, stopping me from moving. I whined, trying to move them again only to have Chris' firm grip keep me in place.

"What? You want me to touch you?" he asks. "If only you'd been good all day." "Please," I whine. "I'll be good, I promise."

Chris hums, both hands now resting on my waist as his fingertips softly dig into the skin there. He leans in close to my neck, placing soft kisses onto my skin. "Then be good for me then and take my pants off," he whispers, breath sending shivers down my spine.

I quickly get to work, undoing his belt and shoving the material down his legs. I trace the waistband of his boxers, the top of the deep V poking out just a bit from the top of the material. I look up at Chris, eyes filled with lust as they stare back at glossed over blues. "Go on, take them off too," He says. I do so, breath hitching at the size of him. "So good for me," he whispers, kissing my neck. I moan as Chris bites down, sucking a hickey in his wake as he moves across from one side to the other.

My fingers thread through his long hair. He grips your hips pulling me against him, moving his own hips against me. I push up against him, moaning at the feeling of him all over. Chris pulls away from my neck, finally pressing his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. "I'm going to make sure all of them know who you belong to," Chris whispers against my lips.

In one swift motion, He has me bent over his lap. He lands one hard smack on my right cheek, massaging the skin right after. I moan, pushing back into him earning a groan from the man behind you. Chris grips your hips, stilling you, making me whine. I feel him lean all his weight onto you, kissing behind your ear. "Gonna be good and let you get fucked on daddy's fat cock?" he whispers. "Yes, yes sir," I replied.

"That's what I like to hear." he growls

Chris leans back, admiring the sweet little thing so willingly laying underneath him. He pushes the already small skirt up over my ass, before ripping my underwear off. I yelp at the action as a cold gust sends shivers up my spine. "Be nice and loud for them love." With no other warning, Chris pushes into me, pulling me back against him. "Fuck you're so tight."

I gasp as every thick inch of that man filled me up. His pace instantly picks up, not giving me any time to adjust to the feeling. My nails dig intohis back, my hands looking for anything to help ground me. "God you feel so fucking good," He groans. I push back, meeting his thrusts. Chris throws his head back, cursing under his breath. He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he leans down to kiss and bite down on my neck.

"Fuck, sir," I cry, His unforgiving pace pushing me closer and closer to the edge. "Who do you belong to, love? Is it me? Or would you let Grizzy or Droid fuck you like this too? Oh don't think I haven't noticed how they look at you" Chris asks. I whine, shaking my head. "No, only you sir."

"No? You don't even want Grizzy in this pretty pussy of yours?" I whine as Chris slowls down a little, waiting for my answer. "No, just you sir. Only yours," I say. "Thats. Fucking. Right." Each word is followed by a hard thrust. "Please sir, please. I'm close," I say, pushing back to meet his thrusts once again.

"Fuck, me too love. Come for me," Chris mumbles, nibbling at your neck. With one more thrust, the both of you hit your highs. A satisfied smile spreads across my face, humming as Chris leans over you while he catches his breath. After a few moments, he lifts himself up, slowly pulling out. He chuckles, watching as some of his cum spills out of you. He pushes it back in, receiving a whine from me from how overstimulated me was.

"You ok, angel?" he asks, softly rubbing your back. "Mmm mhm." I chuckled. "Alright love, let's get you cleaned up a little." Chris pulls his boxers back on, stepping out of his pants, before walking off into the bathroom. He comes back with a wet washcloth, wiping me off. He takes the wash cloth back, dumping it into the hamper. He picks me up, he lays down on the bed, laying me on top of him. He pulls the blanket over the two of us, wrapping his arms around me. I sigh, feeling his fingers comb through my hair, softly scratching at my scalp once in a while.

Chris grumbles. "Don't ever pull something like that again," he warns. "I'll think about it," I reply. He rolls his eyes, the man too tired at this point to argue with you. Soon both our breathing evens out and sleep takes over. Hopefully no one will need their friends for a while...

A//N: so im gonna take a bath in holy water now, and u should too..nasty :3