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Oh my yum 🤤🤤

pervy!bsf!chris x innocent!bsf!reader

᧔•᧓ content warning: smut, innocence corruption, degradation, roleplay (reader wears a schoolgirl outfit), nipple play, oral (f!receiving), fingering, dumbification, (dare i say some brat-taming action?)

᧔•᧓ summary: chris returns the pair of underwear that he stole from you, but you catch him putting them back

requested/inspired by this ask, this ask, and this ask ᧔•᧓

dividers by @/bernardsbendystraws

Creeping

chapters: | 1 | 2 |

It was late Monday afternoon, and you were perched at the edge of your chair, still in the same outfit you'd worn to class, a plaid mini-skirt and a white button-up. You were sitting at your desk, scanning your textbook and taking in all the information you could for your upcoming tests.

You were scribbling down some notes in the margins of your paper when your phone started to vibrate, and you glanced down to see your best friend's name lit up on the screen. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, your heart hammering away in your chest, as you answered.

"Hey Chris," you greeted him, trying to sound like you weren't as excited as you were while you pinned down the page of your textbook with your elbow. "Hey, I think I may have left my hoodie there the other night," he started off.

"Oh yeah?" You asked, peering around your room with a perplexed look on your face. You were certain he hadn't, considering you had just deep cleaned the night before. "I don't know, Chris. I don't think it's here."

"Well, I'm in the area. You mind if I swing by and check?" He wondered. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth at the thought of seeing Chris tonight, but it quickly faded when you remembered how much you had to get done. You let out a disappointed sigh.

"I don't mind. I just have a lot of homework to do with finals coming up and everything, so you shouldn't stay for long. Last thing I need is you distracting me and keeping me from getting my work done," you snidely remarked.

"Who? Me? Distract you? Never," Chris sarcastically replied. "Whatcha working on?" He asked, a bit of curiosity in his voice. "I'm just doing some reading for my psych class. We're studying the psychology of human sexual behavior," you told him, trying to hold back a smirk although he couldn't see you.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, his voice laced with lust. "Maybe I could help you study. I know a lot about sexual behavior." You giggled and rolled your eyes. "Just come up when you get here," you responded before ending the call.

Chris smirked to himself after you got off the phone with him. He wasn't just casually in the area, and he wasn't exactly coming over to look for a lost hoodie, but rather he was trying to replace your pair of underwear he'd stolen the other day before you noticed they were gone. Little did he know that you already had, especially because they were your favorite pair.

He pulled up to your house a few minutes later, his tires coming to a stop as he threw his transmission into park and cut the engine. As he approached your front door, he felt around in his back pocket for your panties.

He gently brushed his fingers against the silk, making sure they were easily accessible, so he could just quickly drop them off somewhere in your room discretely. He turned the doorknob, letting himself in, his heart racing as he remembered the last time he'd walked up to your room unannounced.

As he approached your partially-open bedroom door, he found himself hoping to find you in another compromising position despite the fact that he knew you were expecting him. He peeked in through the opening in your door, gently tapping on the wood with his knuckles to keep from startling you.

You swiveled around in your desk chair to face Chris, your face lighting up as you did. You were in a black and white plaid skirt that barely hit the middle of your thigh, a collared white polo shirt, and your hair in two neat french braids. Fuck, he thought silently to himself, admiring the way you looked just like a little schoolgirl who was working on her studies.

His eyes danced over your features and your body, remembering how you looked the other day when he caught you riding your pillow. Images of you rocking your hips back and forth flashed in his mind - your eyes screwed shut, your pink lips parted, and your sweet sounds filled the air while you desperately grinded against your bedding.

"I'm telling you, Chris. I've torn this whole room apart. Your hoodie isn't here," were the first words you said to him before you went back to chewing on the eraser of your pencil as you studied your notes, tearing him out of his daydream.

"Tore your room apart looking for my hoodie?" He asked, wrinkling his brow and wondering how you'd gotten the place looking so neat again in a matter of minutes. "No, I tore it apart the other night. I was.. looking for something else. Just an item of clothing I misplaced," you told him, pulling your gaze away from his.

You were too embarrassed to tell him that you were actually searching for an elusive pair of panties that seemed to have grown legs and walked off on their own. Shit, he thought to himself upon realizing you already knew they were missing.

"Well, I'm still gonna just peek around if you don't mind. Maybe you missed it," Chris replied, wandering further into your room and trying to make his search seem genuine. He reached into his back pocket, about to take out your underwear and shove them into a crack in your dresser drawer when he heard your voice from behind him. "Chris?"

"Yeah?" He asked, whipping around to face you, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. "Are those.. my panties?" You wondered aloud, gesturing towards the pink silk that you saw poking out of his back pocket. "What?" He asked, pretending to not understand what you meant, taking a few steps closer to you. You narrowed your gaze at him.

"Chris. You heard me. Why do you have my panties?" You asked, your face growing hot with embarrassment. "Don't worry. I washed them for you," he sweetly replied, dodging your question completely and reaching into his back pocket to hand them over.

He'd washed them twice actually.

He couldn't help himself that morning when he woke up with a hard on fueled by dreams of you. Your panties were just right there, and he couldn't control himself when he'd gotten the idea to jerk off using the soft, pretty fabric. He'd busted all over them in a matter of minutes, resulting in him needing to run them through the wash again before returning them.

Of course, he wasn't going to tell you that, but he knew exactly what he'd done.

You snatched them out of his hand, stuffing them into your desk drawer. "Why do you have them?" You huffed, furrowing your eyebrows and cocking your head to the side.

"C'mon. You know. The only reason any guy would take your panties," he replied in a low, quiet voice, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. "And what reason would that be?" You wondered, still not understanding his motive.

Although you were a virgin, you weren't clueless. You'd seen porn, and you'd masturbated, but you didn't understand why your best friend wanted your worn panties.

"I wanted to sniff them," he chuckled, taking another step closer to you. His blue eyes pierced through you, and your face grew hot under his scrutiny. "Chris! Gross! Why would you do that? They were dirty. I wore them. I.." you started to say, but your voice trailed off.

You didn't want to admit to what else you'd done with them on.

"You got off while wearing them?" He interjected, finishing your sentence. Your jaw dropped, your eyes widened, and your hand flew up to cover your open mouth.

"I have a lot of work to do. Your hoodie isn't here. Thanks for bringing back my panties. They're my favorite pair," you told him, pretending that he hadn't just said that. You peered back down at your textbook, getting back to your assignment and hoping he'd drop the subject, take the hint, and be on his way.

However, he was having a little too much fun with you.

"I can see why," Chris chuckled. "They're soft and pretty. I bet they felt really good rubbing against you when you were riding your pillow, hmm?" Your eyes widened as your gaze flicked back up at him from your work. "How do you know about that?" You shot back in a defensive voice, trying to figure out exactly when he snuck in and took them.

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have," he started off his sentence, innocently biting down on his lip and faking an apologetic tone. "I left my phone up here, and I came up to get it. I would have tried harder to get your attention, but you looked like you were really enjoying yourself. I didn't want to disturb you," he told you as if trying to paint it like he did you a favor by peeping on you through the crack in your door.

"You're such a fucking creep, Chris! Oh my god," you huffed. "But you were the one moaning my name while you were getting off, so what does that make you? A little slut?" He hissed, taking another step forward, leaning down, and gently tucking a stray strand of hair that had escaped your braid behind you ear.

You looked at him silently, your features softening, unable to hide how much you liked being called that.

"In fact, I bet you're turned on right now," he softly cooed, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand, his piercing blue eyes boring into you. "I am not," you scoffed, turning your head away from him. "Yeah? Then let me smell you," Chris smirked, reaching down and fiddling with the hem of your little plaid skirt.

"You can't tell something like that from my scent!" You exclaimed, whipping back around and narrowing your eyes at him as you batted away his hand. "Watch me," he lustfully replied, kneeling down in front of you.

"W-what are you doing?" You asked, peering down at him wide-eyed as he slowly hiked up your skirt, his fingertips brushing against the tops of your thighs. Your legs involuntarily fell open, inviting him in.

His stubble tickled the soft flesh of your inner thigh as he neared your heat, holding eye contact the entire time. He deeply inhaled, your arousal filling his senses. "Shit. You want it bad, don't you?" He replied without even touching or looking between your legs. "What?" You sharply replied, considering denying his claim for a moment. "How can you.. tell?"

Your heart pounded, and you grew even more wet at the thought that Chris could tell, on some level, what you were thinking about. You could feel his warm, labored breath hitting your clit through the fabric, and it made you shudder. He chuckled, paying attention to every subtle response.

"You smell different when you're turned on," he whispered, pressing his nose up to your panties and deeply inhaling your scent again. "Chris. That's so weird," you replied softly, feeling somewhat violated and wondering just how many times he'd deliberately sniffed your underwear.

Your mouth said it was weird, but your body language said otherwise.

You sunk further down into your seat, and Chris gave you a mischevious smirk from between your legs before leaning forward and gently kissing you through the damp fabric of your panties. The sensation made you jolt.

You tipped your head back, letting out a soft whine as you felt his soft lips against your clothed cunt. You gripped the arms of your chair, curling your fingers around the material and biting down on your lip as a look of desire washed over your face.

Chris pulled away, his eyes locked on yours as a dark smile spread across his lips. "I thought you had a lot of homework to do," he teased you, "or are you being a naughty little schoolgirl, hmm?" He reached up and gently tugged on one of your braids.

Your breath hitched in your throat, unable to give him a response, but he could tell he was driving you crazy. Chris hummed against the inside of your thigh as he lightly kissed your soft flesh again.

He started unbuttoning the top button of your shirt, his wandering hand slipping inside your top as he gently squeezed your breast, the pad of his thumb brushing against your hardening nipple. His touch was electric, sending a current of energy throughout your entire body with every carress and every word.

He undid the next few buttons, the white fabric falling open to reveal your tits. "Wow," Chris whispered, leaning forward to take one into his mouth. His soft, pink lips latched onto your stiff nipple, and you moaned as his tongue gently flitted over your sensitive bud. He started gently sucking and humming against your chest, your body relaxing into the wonderful feeling.

"Look at these! They're so pretty," Chris cooed, gently squeezing them with both hands, his mouth alternating back and forth between both the right and the left. "I thought you weren't gonna distract me," you whimpered, secretly hoping he wouldn't stop. "Then don't get distracted," he chuckled against your breast.

"Chris. I can't concentrate when you're doing that," you whimpered in a bratty tone. "Don't worry about me. You just keep being a good student and study," Chris demanded with a dominant edge to his voice.

You obediently nodded, your breath caught in your throat as he reached up your skirt, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your black cotton panties. You stabilized yourself on the arms of your chair, placing your feet on the ground below you and lifting your hips to help him take them off of you.

He slowly pulled the fabric down your legs, discarding them carelessly onto the floor. "C'mon. Pick up your book and start reading to me. Prove to me that you're actually learning something instead of just being a dumb little slut who daydreams about my cock all day," he taunted you, his words alone nearly sending you over the edge.

He lifted up the front of your skirt with a mischevious grin and roughly spread open your legs. His fingers jabbed into your supple flesh as he admired your wet cunt, licking his lips like a starving animal. You pulled your book off your desk, holding it up with shaky hands, but you couldn't take your eyes off Chris and the way he was teasing you, gently blowing cold air over your clit.

"C'mon. Quit being a little slut, and focus on your work, huh?" Chris purred, digging into your thighs so harshly that his fingers started to leave red marks. You nodded your head eagerly as you tried to focus your vision on the text. "Naughty little thing. You're drenched," he rasped, his mesmerized gaze fixed on your glistening folds as he spread them open with his fingers.

You clenched around nothing as Chris' words reached your ears. He smiled deviously at how submissive and responsive you were. You cleared your throat, getting ready to read from the introduction. "Sexual human behavior is a complex and multi- oh!" You were cut off by the soft feeling of Chris' tongue swiping over your clit.

You shuddered, clutching your book to your chest as you peered down at the boy grazing between your legs. You watched for a moment, soaking in the feeling of Chris slowly and gently running the length of his tongue from your cunt to your clit, but he wasn't letting you get away with not obeying him.

"I didn't say stop, did I? Start over," Chris sternly responded, his angry stare reaching yours. You slowly nodded and brought your eyes back down to your psychology textbook. "Human sexual behavior.." you started again, but you felt the blue-eyed boy wrap his plump lips around your clit, and you bit back a moan as you felt him gently suckling on it.

You squirmed around in your seat a bit as he held you in place. "You're not gonna do a very good job on this test if you can't focus while under a little pressure, are you?" He smugly asked you, pulling away for a moment. "Start over."

Before you could pick up where you left off, Chris suddenly spat on your pussy, and your whole body tensed up as you sharply gasped. You felt his saliva slowly dripping down your fold as he darkly chuckled from between your thighs, knowing he was driving you crazy.

"Human sexual behavior is a complex and multi-faceted aspect of human experience that is influenced by biological, psychological, social, and cultural factors," you managed to rush through the sentence, your voice trembling as Chris attached his lips to your sensitive bud again. You took a deep breath before you started the next sentence.

"When focusing on the psychological factors," you stopped again, gripping the cover of your textbook tightly as Chris gripped the edge of your seat, pulling you closer to him, "we must look at the motivation behind sex." You felt your breath involuntarily quickening as Chris explored you with his tongue, slowly licking up and down your slit as he teased your hole.

"Keep reading, naughty girl," Chris whispered before returning to his long, gentle licks. "Sexual desire - oh, Chris - is driven by - mmm - pleasure, intimacy, and procreation," you managed to get out, struggling to keep your concentration.

"Hmm. Interesting," he hummed before taking your clit between his lips again. "Chris, I don't know if I can do this," you whimpered, clutching your textbook to your chest again and tipping your head back, your eyelids fluttering closed.

"Such a bratty little thing. I should give you detention for not doing as I say, hmm? Keep reading," Chris purred, his warm breath hitting your heat. You shuddered, looked down at your book, and started reading from it again. Chris sped up the flicker of his tongue, and you gasped as you felt his middle finger pressing up against your hole.

Without hesitation, he pushed it inside, your jaw dropping as he inserted it to the knuckle. He started pumping in and out of you, pulling more desperate sounds from you while he continued to work his mouth on your most sensitive area. You peered down at the page, the text beginning to blur as your eyes lost focus.

You stumbled over your words, struggling to get through each sentence, your mind swirling with several thoughts, not one of them having to do with the homework you needed to get done. The longer Chris' relentless assault on your tender pussy went on, the less thoughts you had at all until you were a pathetic mess, babbling incoherently and squirming around in your seat.

"My pretty schoolgirl going all dumb on my tongue and my fingers?" Chris asked in a tantalizing tone, smirking against your most sensitive place, but you were too fucked out to answer or give any sign that you'd even comprehended what he'd said at all.

Chris gripped the seat of your chair, pulling you closer to him until he was devouring your pussy whole, softly nuzzling against your clit as more broken syllables and whimpers fell from your lips. You couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't focus on school right now, not when Chris was teasing you like this.

You pulled the textbook against your chest again, your gaze falling to the boy who was knelt between your legs, his blue eyes flickering up at you with a lustful glint as you started grinding against his face.

"Don't look at me, little slut. Look at your textbook. What are you gonna tell your professor if you don't finish your work, huh? Too busy getting your sweet pussy eaten?" Chris cooed in a condescending voice, gripping your hips to keep you still. "I don't think he'll think that's a very good excuse.."

Chris' words added to your pleasure, especially the way his breath ghosted over your hole while he spoke them. You shuddered at the sensation before lifting your book again in your trembling hands, your shaky voice struggling to get through the paragraph.

You felt a warmth spreading in your lower abdomen as Chris slipped another long finger into your cunt and started curling them, rutting up against your g-spot. "Oh!" You yelped as Chris hummed against you, his lips closing in on your clit.

Your body started to spasm beneath him, nearly dropping the book you weakly held in your hands. Chris peered up at you, the way you were struggling to hold on, feasting his eyes on the sight of you in your little plaid skirt about to finish on his tongue and his fingers.

After a few more seconds of suckling on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your orgasm was crashing over you. Chris didn't falter in his movements, softly grunting against your pussy in satisfaction as you released onto his tastebuds. He slowed the pumping of his fingers, but he left them inside of you, still feeling the way you throbbed around them as you came down.

"My slutty schoolgirl. I wonder what your teacher would think if he knew you were creaming all over my fingers instead of studying your work," his lips curled into a devious smirk. "I bet he'd fail you for being such a dumb little slut."

You gave Chris an embarrassed smile, blood rushing to your cheeks as you tried to catch your breath. He withdrew his fingers, standing to his feet, his eyes still locked on you as you closed your legs and smoothed your skirt out back down over your thighs.

You couldn't believe you'd let Chris do that and while calling you such degrading names, too.

He gave you a smug smile as he took his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and humming in delight as he savored your flavor. He wiped his chin, that was glistening in your arousal, on the back of his hand. "I'll let you get back to your school work. Let me know if you find my hoodie," Chris winked, knowing damn well there was no hoodie to be found.

He ruffled your hair in a teasing manner, and you scoffed and rolled your eyes, trying to pretend that Chris didn't just have you stumbling over your words and finishing all over his face. After Chris left the room, you buried your face in your textbook, half-embarrassed and half-hoping he'd spontaneously turn around and take it a step further.

Chris trotted down the stairs and out the door, greeting your unsuspecting mother who had just pulled into the driveway and was starting to unload groceries. His blue eyes danced over her figure, appreciating the genetics that ran in your family as he headed towards his car.

"Hi, Chris. Leaving already?" Your mom called out to him, blissfully unaware of the names he had just called you upstairs as you came on his tongue. "Yeah, I just stopped by to look for a hoodie I thought I left here. She's got a lot of studying to do. I don't wanna distract her," Chris lied through his teeth, his lips curling into a smile as he reached up and innocently rubbed the back of his neck.

He gestured towards the bags in her trunk, silently offering to help carry them in. "Awh, Chris. You're so sweet," she replied, handing him a grocery bag. "Why don't you stay for dinner, sweetheart? We'd love to have you."

Chris was right about to thank her for the offer and politely decline when his phone started to vibrate. He peered down to see the name of the girl he'd hooked up with the other night while he was thinking about you, and even now, that was all he could do.

"I'm making spaghetti. Unless you've got somewhere to be," your mom motioned towards his vibrating cell.

After a few seconds of deliberation, Chris sent the call to voicemail, knowing exactly what the girl was calling for. "Nah, actually. I'd love to stay for dinner," Chris responded, his gaze raising to meet your mom's again. It wasn't like Chris to turn down a desperate girl who was calling to get her fix, but he didn't want to fuck anyone until he could have you.

"Let's get these groceries inside," your mom said, grabbing the remainder of the bags and shutting the trunk of her SUV. His eyes immediately dropped to her ass, watching the way her hips swayed as she made her way towards the entrance of the house.

"My daughter's so lucky to have you as a friend, Chris. You're always such a gentleman," your mom said as she turned around, glancing over her shoulder at the blue-eyed boy.

"Thanks, ma'am," Chris replied, getting off on the fact that your mom was practically inviting a wolf in sheep's clothing into her home to further defile her daughter. He followed her in through the front door, his smug grin never falling from his facial expression.

His phone vibrated again, but only once this time. Same girl. "Come over? I need you," her text read. Chris let out a sigh and rolled his eyes at her desperation. "Can't. Busy," he coldly responded, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

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