tags: f!dom reader, degradation, mean! reader, unprotected sex (don't even think of doing this), riding, p in v sex, sadism, slight violence, implied lack of lube (do better, that definitely hurts)
tldr: after getting sick and tired of your new husband's big mouth, you become determined to find a way to shut him up and teach him a lesson.
“You plan to produce an heir with this?” You sneer, feigning disappointment as your new husband covers his face in shame. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you weren’t even moving. It should be a crime to be this small!” You couldn’t quite make out what he was saying as he whined and writhed beneath you, but you were sure you heard him begging you to stop your laughing. How could you, when he’d done such a 180? You almost didn’t recognise him!
“Where’s the man that said he’d make a woman out of me, is he on vacation?” He seemed almost teary-eyed now, as if the embarrassing memory of his past bravado was too much to bear. You preferred him like this, speechless. In fact, the view of him beneath made you think the marriage might actually work. You giggled to yourself, the self-proclaimed successor of the Zenin clan had never looked so cute. He wouldn’t even make contact with you, neither eye nor physical, as you bounced up and down on him. You had a mind to place his hands on your hips, if only to force his hands away from his blushing face, but something about him still trying to appear in control made you hesitate. It was a nice attempt, really. Watching him try to be the big, strong man.
The sight made the burn in your legs easy to ignore, he just looked cute as a button. Moaning like a bitch in heat, so red he looked sunburnt. If only everyone could’ve seen him. They wouldn’t have been able to help themselves either.
“I know I was wrong, but do you have to be so mean?” Mean? Sure, you had teased him, but surely he didn’t think this was mean. He hadn’t seen mean. Not yet. After all he’d put you through, leading up to your sham marriage, surely he didn’t think this was as far as you’d go. Calling him a tiny, limp dick was nothing.
“Mean? You haven’t seen mean yet, would you like to?” You could’ve sworn you actually caught fear on his face, as he rapidly shook his head. At this your movements completely stopped, and you pulled yourself fully away from him. After taking in the image of him completely fucked dumb before you, you grabbed him by his poorly bleached hair. Making a note to get him a new conditioner, if he even used one.
His eyes couldn’t help but meet yours now, as you continued to grip his hair with one hand and tightly hold his face with the other. He was slightly drooling but could do nothing about it, you wondered how long the shame of this night would haunt him. You hoped it’d be forever. Momentarily, he looked down but didn’t do it for long after you once again forced his head up. It was obvious he longed for your heat to return, but he’d asked for mean, hadn’t he?
“I’m s-sorry, please forgive me. And please don’t stop,” He whined out. It had been fun, truly. If it wasn’t for his off comment, you probably would’ve never stopped. But, unfortunately, he just had to spoil things with his big mouth and remind you of exactly who he was. A fuckin’ idiot. One who was so desperately in need for a punishment, and perhaps a gag. That’d be nice, wouldn’t it. A way to finally shut him up and use him how he was intended to be.
“You just never shut up, do you?” Once again, you caught an expression of fear flash across his face. It was a sight you’d do well to commit to memory. You knew you’d see it again, but the first time was always the best.
You relinquished your grip on his hair, as you felt around the bed for your panties. Upon finding them you looked at him once more, with his mouth agape, panting like a wanton dog. Smiling, you shoved your panties in his mouth and released him completely, before pushing him back down against the mattress.
His chest rapidly raised and fell, as his body somehow got progressively redder. Maybe you had read him wrong, his fear now resembled anticipation. If he thought this night would be fun, you’d make him wish you’d struck the fear of God into him instead.
You leaned back and licked your middle and ring finger, as you peered down at him through a sneer. He’d be sure to learn who was in charge today.
“Seems like I still need to teach you a lesson.”
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