V Oneshots (Devil May Cry 5)

Dirty Little Secret

He looked at me and smirked, and quickly used his cane to pin me to the wall, his hands on either end of it, and I behind it.
  "V, what the hell are you doing?" I said, shocked.
  "You want me? Beg. Tell me how much." I looked down at the cane in confusion.
  "I--" I started to say, but was quickly cut off. My mind immediately went to my diary, and what I wrote. It was supposed to be for my eyes only, so I didn't care that it was childish to own one, much less write actual secrets in it.
  "I wasn't asking." He got a much more serious look on his face and cocked his head to the side slightly. I jerked my head up to look at him, and my eyes widened in surprise at his behavior. What was going on with him? I looked around the van for a split second, waiting for him to say he was kidding, but he was completely serious. I looked into his eyes and blushed.
  "How did you find out?" I whispered.
  "Oh, let's just say a little birdie told me. Told me how you wished me to use my cane something like this, and what else? Oh yes... Leave my mark all over your body so everyone would know I had been there. Not to mention all of your other desires. Now... I believe I gave you an order." He looked down at me and growled.

I felt a mix of embarassment and thrill because he knew my dirty little secret. I accepted my fate, and decided to obey him. I took a deep breath and looked him in the eye again.
  "Please..." I started.
  "Please, what"? He said smugly and smirked at me.
  "Please... Use me as you wish. I crave the feeling of your cane hitting the back of my legs. I crave your rock hard cock inside my wet cunt. Please... Give me that." I managed to get it all out somehow. Normally, I'd never be able to look someone in the eye and say those things, but being around him was... different somehow. I had the confidence, but lacked the shame of knowing I was going to be used as a slut for a man. Or I just didn't care. I heard a low growl escape his throat as he threw his head back and pressed his hips into mine, allowing me to feel just what my words did to him.

He ripped the cane away from my chest, and yanked me onto the couch.
  "Ow, fuck." Was all I could get out before lips came crashing into mine. A ravenous tongue forced its way into my mouth, and down my throat. Hands groped over every inch of my body, ripping open my thin shirt, and tearing off my skirt. He shoved two long fingers inside my slit, startling me. He quickly pressed his other hand to my mouth before I could yell. He moved in and out of me at lightning fast speed, trying to make me wet enough for him, while I held my breath as to not moan too loudly. His lips found my neck, and he sucked with great force, leaving a deep red love bite.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he threw his jacket off, and quickly stepped out of his restrictive jeans. He lined his cock up with my soaked hole, and slammed into me.
  "Aah!" I cried out without thinking there could be consequences.
  "Tsk, tsk. You shouldn't have done that. Flip over. Now" He slammed into me once more, and then pulled out. I flipped over for him as quickly as I could. I was on my hands and knees, awaiting his next move when I felt a sudden dull pain on the back of both of my thighs. I winced and jumped from the pain, careful to not say anything about it.
  "Now look what you've gone and done... That will most certainly leave a bruise in the morning. But, you did take it like a good girl." He sighed in disappointment as he talked. He lined himself up with my now dripping cunt once more, and slammed into me again.

He ran his hands up my back gently, suddenly digging his nails into my back and using that to support his entire weight as he thrusted relentlessly in and out of me, his hard thick cock hitting my cervix time and time again. As painful as it was, I kept quiet, even through the tears that streamed down my face.
  "I'm merely giving you all you wished for in that sick little book of yours. You should be grateful and enjoy yourself more." His words came out raggedy from his rough thrusting. My only sensations were his nails digging into my skin- surely causing me to bleed, his cock pounding my cervix with no remorse, and the sounds of my wet juices. My body was betraying me, making it seem like I liked what he was doing.

  "You've been a good girl. I'm nearing my end here. You'll take every drop of my thick cum, won't you?" He asked, even though it wasn't truly a question. He slammed into my wet cunt once more, much harder than before. He groaned quietly as he unloaded himself into me, making me his.