Dallas Winston x CrybabyBrat!reader
Synopsis: You really didn’t know when to stop, when enough was enough. When you bit off more than you could chew, and suddenly here you were crying into the sheets while Dallas fucked the brat out of you
WARNINGS: spanking, slapping, dacryphilia, edging, smut, p in v, brat taming, cussing, toxic Dallas, manhandling, degrading, choking, mocking, Dallas is a big meanie head
A/N: I have got so many requests for more with crybaby!reader and brat!reader from my two oneshots with them, so I decided to combine both! Hope yall enjoy. (Also I will be soon coming out with a fanfic titled “Time Will Tell.” I will be posting the first three chapters on here soon)
“Oh fuck you!” You jab a finger at him, “You fucking piece of shit!” The argument stemmed from nowhere. A meaningless argument where both of you were yelling for no apparent reason except to screech and throw empty insults at each other.
All day had been like this, starting from morning till now early evening. You purposely tried to set Dallas on edge, trying to rile him up. Some days it just felt right to. Like your mouth knew before your brain did. The birds were singing too quietly, the cars not running rampant down the roads, the day too settled, too peaceful. Dallas’s life was calm for once on a bright day, and you couldn’t have that. Snipping at him more, yelling at him for useless things, giving him straight attitude all with a sly grin on your face and a sick gleam in your eyes, watching as the water started to bubble.
“Oh, you wanna have that attitude with me?” Anger brewed from both of you, popping like firecrackers.
“Says you—you always have something to say about me, or what I’m fucking doing with a snippy tone,” you shouted back.
You chuckle, laughing right in his face with a shrill laugh, “Watch my mouth? Okay, tough guy—“ you push on his chest. He takes a half step back, steam brewing out of his ears and nose like a wild bull. Eyes blazing hot. While you smile and laugh as you watch him increasingly get angrier, pushing each button over and over.
“Would you shut up already!”
“No, I’m not gonna shut up! That’s all you want me to do—never let me talk!”
“Cause every time you open your mouth a bunch of shit comes flying out! All you do is bitch and yell at me!”
“You’re such a fucking asshole!”
“You wanna call me an asshole? Huh? You got a lot of fucking nerve you know that!” A deep line creased between his brows, spit flying out of his mouth as his eyes sharpened like a knife, flaring at you.
He paused, “You think this is funny?”
You snuffed your giggle, trying to pull it under tissues of muscle, pulling and tugging to keep it under your lip, “No.”
His eyes narrowed like a snake, stepping closer, “No, what the fuck was that? Why you laughin?”
“I’m not laughing,” you lied straight through your teeth. Masking your voice with a faux innocence that sliced right through the air like gliding along a knife’s rim.
Dallas’s upper lip snarled, looking down at you. Those beady eyes looked up at him, thick lashes fluttering as the little corner of your mouth twitched upward.
“I don’t have a problem,” you say in that same tone, your words sliding around like a python hissing through its fangs. Each syllable drawing out longer than it should, your eyes crinkling as each breath of air excites anticipation in you.
“Aww, me? I piss you off that much?” You were starting to bite more than you could chew. Not noticing the air rising with heat and an uncrackable tension that tightened tighter and tighter. All you could feel was the blood pumping through your chest the righteous pride you blatantly basked in, all to your amusement.
“Is someone angry cause I pissed them off?” you cooed, tilting your head closer to his face, and jutting your lip out for extra measures.
His jaw tensed, and he spat out, “God you’re such a bitch.”
You gasped, “I am?” You flaunted your chest out, tilting your head back to look up at him. Pushing him more and more to the very edge, his face all twisted with a dark seated look of fury. Deeper than anger, deeper than plain annoyance. His knuckles tucked tight into his palms, turning white. Your thighs squeaked together as your panties stuck to your dripping cunt. God, he was so hot when he was mad at you.
“Yeah, you are,” he said between clenched teeth, the branch in the fold snapping in half. He reached behind you, grabbing a fistful of hair.
You gasped, feeling the follicles on your scalp being pulled on and tugged tight, “You really wanna act like that?”
A glint of fear passed through your eyes, morphing into plain enjoyment as your thighs rubbed together, “Ooh tough guys all mad,” you grinned, playing right in his face like a kitten laughing in the jaws of a wolf.
He yanked you by your hair, dragging you to the bed as you squealed and kicked him just to give him trouble. He threw you on the bed like a rag doll. His breath came out quick and hot as he stared down at you, holding on tight to your ankle.
“So sick of your attitude—yelling at me, tryna piss me off just to rile me up,” he grabbed you by the waistband of your pants, yanking them down along with your underwear.
You squeaked, squeezing your thighs together so he wouldn’t see how your pussy was completely soaked.
A low grunt vibrated from the base of his throat as he tugged at your flesh, digging deep into the meat of your thighs, prying them wide open and pinning them down to either side of the bed. Your cunt was open and bare, glossed over your whole cunt with glistening wet slick.
Heat crawled up your neck, your body twitching desperately, trying to pull your legs back together from Dallas’s heated judging glare, staring right into your pussy.
He landed a smack right onto your bare pussy, your slick wetness sticking to his fingers, “You getting all horny, watching me get mad? You’re such a fucking slut.”
He landed another sharp smack right onto your clit, making you jolt and rip your legs out of his grip, snapping shut. The smack pulsing with its own heartbeat onto your flushed skin, only getting you wetter.
“Take your top off,” you stared at him with wide eyes, heat rising fast to your cheeks as your poor clit still buzzed from his slap.
“Take off your top,” he repeated slowly, “Or I’m smacking your pussy till it’s raw.”
You huff and take off your top as he quickly tugs his shirt over his head, unbuttoning his pants and shucking off both pants and boxers to the ground.
Instantly he was on you, climbing over you, grabbing at any piece of flesh he could. You tried pushing him away, shoving at his chest as he pried at you like an animal ripping open its prey. He shoved your face into the mattress, squishing your cheeks till they bunched up.
“Stop squirming,” he took his hand off your face and yanked you up by your neck, “Wanna piss me off just because she wants me to give it to her rough. You couldn’t fucking ask? Huh?—“ he smacks your lips when you don’t answer fast enough, “You suddenly don’t know how to use that big mouth of yours cause you sure know how to use it to tick me off.”
Your body quivers under him, his thumb pressing deep on your air flow as he wraps his hand around that tiny throat of yours. Strands of messy hair stuck to your face as suddenly all the bratiness and attitude you have dwindled.
“Huh? Huh?” He said louder, smacking your cheek as you panted heavier, stuck with your legs tangled into his, and your back into a mean arch as he held you by your neck.
“Fuckin whore…” he grumbled and threw you back down, rolling you over so your ass is to him as he smacks it over and over, leaving big red handprints on each cheek.
“Da-dal stop! O-w!” You whine, twisting the lower half of your body to roll back over and escape his spiteful hand.
He grabs a hold of the side of your hip, digging into the flesh there and holding it down against the bed. You squirm and try to reach behind you pushing him back, but it’s no use. He grabs both your flying hands and holds them in one, moving them so he can smack your butt ruby red.
“Yeah? Good. Better hurt from the shit you wanna pull just so you can get your stupid cunt wet.”
“Can’t believe I gotta put up with a brat like you, either whining and crying at me to stop, or yelling and being a lil bitch so I can give it to her rough.”
He pried open your cheeks dragging two fingers down your slit and plunging into your hole, grasping at how wet you are. He almost gags in disgust, “God, soaking my hand from me beating your ass. Haven’t even put my cock in you.”
He smacks your ass again, reaching in between to smack your pussy as well, making your whole body shudder as your head falls deeper into the mattress.
His cock rests on your red swollen ass, spitting beads of pre cum from his tip making your skin all sticky.
You shivered as he ran his tip through your folds, making your whole body shake from the double sensation of his cock, and the buzzing, stinging pain on your pussy and ass, intensifying the pleasure by several degrees.
“Ohhhh…fuck—“ you whined, face twisting in white-hot pleasure as your brain buzzed like shudders beating against the brick in a furling storm.
He pressed deeper, drawing deep whoreish moans straight from your throat, making you dip your head into your arms and whimper.
He smacked your puckering hole with his tip, tap tap tap, watching as it clenched, desperately trying to pull him in.
He laughed, “You need it, baby?”
You nodded your head sheepishly.
“What? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Yes!” You begged out at the side of your arm, your face flushed with red as the mocking words and the whore he was making out of you began to embarrass you. Pressed deep into the mattress with his handprints all over your backside, his insulting laugh, and the way he was completely humiliating you.
You bit off more than you could chew. And he was making sure you knew it.
In one mean shove, he thrusted all the way in you, ripping a scream from your throat. Your walls instantly clamped down on him, suffering at the sharp intrusion and shallowing him deep inside your cunt.
He groaned, slapping your ass to try and get your soppy cunt to release him, “Fucking greedy cunt.”
You whimpered, unable to unclamp from him, and buried yourself deeper into the linen sheets. With a tight push and pull he rocked his hips against you, each vein dragging and pressing against your walls. Feeling the way his balls hit your clit and his tip reach up all the way inside you.
Each drag made you dig deeper into your arms, softly biting your hand to keep the shaking moans and whines inside, ashamed of giving him the satisfaction of taming the little brat that gave him so much attitude. Dallas’s hands pressed into your hips, pulling you back and forth to meet his cock as slick gushed out of you like water.
Pleasure stimulated you into a deep dazed state. Forced to take Dallas’s cock as you lay there abashedly hiding yourself from the mess you put yourself in.
A tight yank of your hair gets pulled back, your neck instinctively following the tug, but you force your head down deep into the peaceful state of your arms.
Dallas gaps annoyed at you pulling away, then a big shit-eating grin spreads across his face. He leans down right next to your ear, “You getting shy on me?”
You can only whimper in your arms.
He chuckles, and shoves his face into the sweet cocoon you’ve made for yourself, biting your cheek, “Thought you wanted it? Acted like a brat, all for what? To get all fucking shy.”
You gasped, his hips were still rutting into you, small and fast. Pressing right into the gooey spot that makes your throat choke and close up.
He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing a little to watch your eyes dance open as you tried to gasp for air, “You sorry now for how you talked to me?”
You choked, spasming as you tried to suck in gasps of air, “Y-yes!”
He lightly loosened up his grip so he could hear that pretty voice of yours crack and whimper, “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry Dallas…”
“Yeah? You're sorry?” He cooed, moving up to grip your jaw and turn your precious face to him.
Your lip quivered, “Mhm…” you hummed shyly, trying to look away and hide in some crevice where you weren’t met with humiliation.
He hooks an arm around your waist and flips you over on your back. With the impact you go to turn your head away, pulling an arm up to shield yourself from his mocking stare.
Dallas pulled your arm away, pinning it to your side as he grabbed the base of your jaw, turning you to look at him, “You wanna start this shit then you ain’t gonna look away like a lil pussy.”
You let out a bratty whine, shrivel and high as it rings in the air, “Don’t start that whining shit—“
He presses his thumb right under your chin so you can’t look away, nowhere to look and nowhere to go. Making you look him in the eyes while he fucks you raw and dumb.
You let out a cry as his cock punctures right at that spot in the back of your pussy, lowering his hips to grind down right on top of your cunt.
“No-no oh fuck!” You close your eyes, arching your back as the pleasure vibrates through you like a drum.
He slaps your cheek, sending your eyes flying open, “What’d I say? Fuckin look at me.”
You huffed, lip jutting out in a pouty whine as he dug his fingers into your jaw, feeling it go stiff.
“Fucking stupid brat,” his voice is bitter and sharp like a blade, puncturing right at your heart. His mean words just so hurtful. Even though you deserved it for the way you’ve acted all day. Pushing him. Riling him up. Getting him mad on purpose just cause the day seemed right for it.
You whine again when his cock pressed right on that spot, making you gasp and push on his chest, trying to escape from the vast pleasure.
“No. Didn’t think it was too much when you were being a brat earlier did ya?”
You shake your head, refusing to talk as each thrust of his cock rips out a wanton moan. The pressure on your jaw and the ache of his cock inside you ruptures inside your brain, every bratty and rebellious bone breaking and decomposing. Turning you into a dumb brainless whore who can only think of taking his cock, “Nah, come on talk. You talked all that shit earlier, tell me how much of a little cunt you are. Use that big mouth of yours.”
“I—I’m a stupid cunt, don’t know when to-to stopp…mngh! Filthy fucking—whore, oonly need your cock.”
“There ya go, dirty ass mouth might need to wash it out with soap.”
Tears slipped down your hot sweaty cheeks, lashes all wet and pretty. Pussy spasming and creaming around him. Lying so complacent and perfect, cheeks all red, and clit all puffy from mean Dallas smacking it so many times. Your big eyes that were full of mischief were now filled with desperate wallowing tears. That little brat earlier was now gone, and now there was only a dumb little crybaby that lay sobbing on his cock met with the consequence of her own actions.
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