Corpse Husband x Reader Oneshots

Distractions

smut warning

quickie, breeding, praising, degradation, aftercare

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(Corpse's POV)

I sat on my stream, laughing along with my friends as we played Phasmophobia. 

I heard a slight creak, the light from the hallway spilling into my dark studio. It was my girlfriend. She slid into my lap, her arms around my neck as she watched me play without saying a word. 

"It's already 1 am." she mumbled into my ear, kissing behind my ear. 
"Come to bed." 

Her arms slid down from my arm to my hands, lacing her fingers with mine. 
She knew exactly what she was doing... and it was working. 

"Baby, give me a minute..." I said quietly, moving away from my mic.
"Please? I need you..." she said, her thigh high socks sitting over her knees and her skirt sliding down towards her torso as she moved against me.

Fuck, she was so hot. She knew how to get what she wanted.

"In a minute, babe.." I said as she pushed my hair out of my eyes. 

"Please?" she pleaded again, her voice soft and innocent sounding.

I sighed, a tightness growing in my pants. 
"Please, sir..." she mumbled, kissing the soft skin on my neck as her hand was still laced with my free one.

My breath hitched. Fuck, she was so cute, but she was a little devil when she wanted to be.

"Fine." I said quietly, trying not to let the mic pick it up. 

"I'll be right back, guys." I said into the mic, before pausing my stream.

I picked Y/N up, and bent her over the desk dominantly.

"W-why so rough?..." she said innocently. 
"Well you want to act like a whore, you get treated like one." I said. 

"I- I dunno what you mean..."
"Don't play stupid with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"I'm sorry..." she said as I pinned her arms behind her. 
"Too late for that now, doll. Now take it like the little slut you are, hm?" 

She whined softly as I lifted her skirt.

"No panties?" I said, seeing her bare ass. 
"Hm..." she groaned simply.
"You really are just a little whore, aren't you?" I chuckled, taking my belt out of my jeans.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked softly.
"Shut up." 
"Yes sir..."
"Good girl. Don't question anything, just take it." 
"I... hm..." 

I folded my belt, hitting her ass with it. 
She let out a gasp, and then a moan. 

"Did that hurt, angel?"
"Y-yes.."
"Good. Because your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt you tried to pull in front of my friends." I said, leaning down and whispering in her ear, hitting the left side of her ass with my hand.

She let out another moan, the sound being pure bliss to me.

"Count." I said, smacking her ass with the hard leather of my belt again.

She hesitated.

"Count." I repeated, smacking her harder.

"One..."

I smacked her again and again... all the way until she got to ten. Her ass was bright red and already bruising, now a mixture of a red and purplish color.