Oneshots

Tw: praise, degredation, spanking, slight tempature play, biting, slight cnc (consentual-non-concentual)

“Did I say you could talk to another guy, little fucker?” He says, throwing me onto the bed. I know better than to try and talk back, so I shake my head no, “No, sir.” I mutter, and he scowls. “I hate when you mutter. Get on all fours, now.”

I scramble to do as told, and he climbs into the bed behind me. His hand runs up the back of my thigh, sliding my sundress up to my waist as his fingers hook under the band of my underwear. He pulls them down, teasingly slow, and mutters a curse under his breath. He gets them down to my knees, and he lets them go, “You’re so fucking wet, little monster. All that after I barely touched you? Pathetic.” And a hard smack lands on my ass, hard enough to leave a bruise.

I whimper, and I can hear the smirk in his voice as he says “I’m gonna fuck this tight, pretty little hole. And your gonna take it like the good fucking queen you are, little fucker.”

I bite my lip, my thighs trembling. His cold rings bite into my skin as he holds my hip with one hand, the other unzipping his jeans. I clench the bedsheets as I feel the tip press against me as he leans over me. “You're gonna take it like a good girl, and you’ll thank me for every drop.”

He pushes in, fast and quick. I cry out, and he chuckles, both hands coming to hold my hips. He pounds into me, deep and rough to the point I see stars. I moan as he finds my G-spot, and he abuses it; my eyes roll to the back of my head as my moans grow louder. He leans his forehead on my shoulder, biting it as he goes impossibly deeper.

I clench the bedsheets, my back bowing under the pressure as he brings one hand around to press down on my lower stomach. “You're taking me so well, little queen.” He mutters, feeling himself move inside my stomach.

My head rests on the bedsheets in between my hands, and I whimper and cry out in pleasure. He chuckles, and goes harder. “Awwwe, came already?” He tuts “Bad girl.” And another sharp smack rings out, making me tremble harder.

He gets faster, eventually burying himself deep as he cums, and he collapses against me. I collapse to the bed, and after a few moments he sits up and pulls out. I lay there, breathing heavily as he goes and gets a wet cloth. After he cleans both of us up, he lays me in bed and disposes of the cloth to the laundry bin, coming and laying beside me.

He holds me, stroking my hair as he kisses my forehead gently. “You did so good, pretty little thing. So good for me. You took it so well.” And I smile softly, yawning. “Get some sleep, you need it.” He says, and I nod, laying against his chest as my mind goes black from exhaustion.