"Jesus Christ, John!" You can hear Vriska yelling from across the apartment. She's visiting for a few weeks over the summer while class is out. She got here about five days ago.
You've discovered that she's hot when she's mad.
Like really fucking hot.
So you've been doing little things to get under her skin: pulling stupid pranks, leaving clothes out, making messes for her to clean up.
"Clean up after yourself! Jeez, you're such a fucking pig." You close your eyes and quietly groan to yourself from your place on the living room couch. God, the names are the best part.
"I'm sorry." You fail to keep the laugh out of your voice as you adjust yourself if your boxers.
"Fuck, John, sometimes you're so stupid."
The word resonates in your head and you moan loudly, hoping she heard it as the embarrassment takes a warm place in your gut. You hear her stomp her way to the living room, and you know she heard it.
"What the hell is wrong with-" She cuts herself off when she sees you, eyes lidded and a hand palming the bulge in your shorts. "Are you seriously getting off on this? You're a freak, you know that?" You whimper and nod and she saunters over to you, all anger gone from her tone and movements. "So that's why you've been such a brat? For me to tell you off like the bitch you are?"
"Yes, Ma'am." You choke on your voice and she actually grins.
"Ma'am? Ooooooooh, I like the sound of that." The bottom of her foot comes up to rest on your crotch, she presses harshly and you gasp, your head falling back and your eyes closing. She laughs wickedly. "You should see how pathetic you look right now. You're a fucking mess." You nod feverishly and buck up into her foot. "Jeez, John, I had no idea you were such a slut." A high whine makes it's way out of your throat.
"F-fuck, Vriska." She scoffs.
"Who said you could use my name? It's "ma'am" to you, moron."
"I'm s-sorry, ma'am." God, you're so close and she hasn't even done anything yet. Though, to be perfectly honest, you'd be happy just getting of like this.
"You should be." She rubs you harshly, her heel digging into your balls and the pain just adds to the pure sensation running over your body at her words. You start to pant and writhe and she snickers. "Are you seriously about to cum? Do you know how sad that is? You are trash, John Egbert, fucking useless."
At the last word, you seize up, cumming so hard that it brings tears to your eyes. Vriska generously rocks her foot against you as you ride it out, creating a wet spot in the front of your shorts, and inevitably, on the bottom of her sock. When you're done, she takes off her wet sock and leans into your face.
"Open wiiiiiiiide," She sings and you do, so she shoves the sock in your mouth. The moan you make is muffled as you taste the fabric mixed with the flavor of your cum. "Sit on your hands. You're not allowed to touch." And once again, you do as she says. She takes off her shirt and you see that she's not wearing a bra underneath. The pair of your boxers that she's wearing also come off and she sits on the coffee table in front of you, legs spread open in a tantalizing display. Her thin frame is ever so hunched, her dark hair slipping over her shoulders.
She starts squeezing her breasts, and you almost grimace as your dick twitches to life right back into the gross mess at the front of your pants. Vriska tosses her hair back, granting you a better view, leaning in to tease you. God, you wish you could join her caresses, but you know you can't. Like she said, you're trash, and she's a queen.
You swallow around the sock as one hand runs down her body, stopping at her inner thigh, scratching lightly before diving for her clit. She rolls her hips into her fingers and moans, dipping down after a moment to slip her fingers inside herself. Hey look at that, you're fully hard again and when she wipes the moisture on her fingers off on your lips you groan and wish with all your being that you could taste it. She sighs and brings both hands to her cunt, rubbing her clit with one and fucking herself on the fingers of the other. At the sight, you can't help but buck your hips up, body seeking some sort of friction.
Her palm smacks against her with the force of her thrusting fingers and her moans start to get throaty. The smooth circles of her hips start to stutter and grow erratic. She's close.
"Touch yourself for me, whore."
Your hands fly to unbutton and unzip your pants and you pull your sticky cock out, immediately starting a brutal pace. Both of your moans fill the air, hers sharp and yours muffled.
She comes before you, laughing airily and throwing her head back. She pulls her hands away and the threads of fluid that stick to her fingers are what sets you off.
You both come down and look at each other, she smiles and takes the sock out of your mouth before hovering her fingers in front of your lips. You take them in your mouth and suck, cleaning her off.
"Good boy." She sighs and pats your cheek, moving to join you on the couch. "Well, that was…"
"Awesome. It was awesome."
"Yeah, it was." She leans her head on your shoulder. "If you have anything else that you'd like to share with me, while I'm here would be the time to do it."
"I'll keep that in mind."