One-Shot Collection

Brat Taming - Shinsou x Reader

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP AND ARE ADULTS

CW: Brat tamer Shinsou, dom/sub relationship dynamic (meaning there are known boundaries established already), daddy kink, spit kink, some choking, sensory play, knife kink, degradation, light praise, light bondage, edging

Hitoshi hums in the doorway as you slip into your dress. You glance back at him and your face flushes when you see his eyes scanning your body from the floor up. His lavender eyes land on yours and he gives you a wink. That signature smirk paints his features and you can't help but melt a little. He walks over to you and helps with the zipper in the back of your dress. Shinsou kisses your shoulder softly and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back into him.

"Toshi we need to get going if we want to get there at a reasonable time," you say, eyes fluttering as he kisses up your neck and places a kiss on your jaw.

His hand roams up your body, caressing every valley and curve of your frame. He cups your face and turns it to plant a kiss on your lips. He hums into your mouth and you sigh, leaning back into his solid chest.

"Hitoshi," you groan against his lips, pressing your forehead into his.

He sighs and pulls away gently. One of his thick purple brows raises at you and he clicks his tongue. "Maybe I changed my mind about going out," he says.

You roll your eyes and turn back to the mirror, fixing your hair. "We're going out."

He chuckles behind you and leans against the door frame of the bathroom, watching you with eyes full of passion and desire. "Is that so? Someone is feeling frisky tonight."

"You told me you were taking me to dinner so I got all dressed up. You're not backing out of this now," you scold.

"Mhmm, and you look stunning, doll. However, I don't recall a time when I let you call all the shots," he remarks. "And if I say I've changed my mind and I'd rather spend the night ravishing you, well then I think you should be a good girl and listen."

You whip around and look at him with a scowl. "Hitoshi, I am about two seconds away from eating you if you don't feed me."

He laughs and holds his hands up in defense. "All right, all right, but you're only getting a pass because you're hangry," he says in a sing-song voice.

Shinsou saunters over to you and pinches your side. You try to stifle the giggle that bubbles up from your chest. He grins and you pout at him, crossing your arms over your chest. He kisses your head and dips down a little lower. His breath against the shell of your ear sends a shiver up your spine.

"Although I think it's important to remind you who's in charge here, kitten," he purrs into your ear. He grips your chin and turns your face to look at him. His eyes darken as they study you like prey. "Straighten up that attitude or I'll have to do it for you."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," you coo, raising a brow at him.

He swats you on the ass, causing you to yelp in surprise. "I mean it, behave," he growls through clenched teeth.

You avert your flustered gaze and nod, grabbing your cardigan and exiting the bathroom. He follows you out and the two of you climb into the car. You click your seatbelt and rest your elbow against the center console, propping your chin up in your hand.

Hitoshi glances at you and shakes his head. You're exuding a bad attitude and it makes his skin crawl. He wants to correct your brattiness. He wants to make you apologize while his cock stretches out your cunt, reminding you that you are his and he expects you to be a good girl for him. He shifts in the seat, focusing on the road.