Bad Omens One Shots

*Attitude (Jolly)

Background - Based on a dream I had. You and Jolly are on a date, when he teases you. When you both return, you're in for a long night.
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You had gone out with friends, and tonight, your boyfriend Jolly had wanted you home by a certain time so he could spend some time with you. He was out for a while earlier in the day, so he didn't get to see you much today.

Unfortunately, you didn't arrive home until an hour after the time he wanted you back. As you got inside, you saw a peek of him in the living room. He was sitting on the couch, waiting.

As he hears you walking in the living room, he scoffs.

"I thought I told you to be back an hour ago." He says, getting up.

"I forgot, sorry." You reply.

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Forgot? You never forget stuff like this."

You roll your eyes. "Okay, so what? I didn't feel like coming home yet."

"Drop the attitude." He says coldly.

"And if I don't?" You ask.

"You're going to regret it." He says.

"I'm not scared of you." You reply.

"That's it." He says, before pinning you to the nearest wall.

You quickly turn your head away.

"Look at me." He demands.

"Make me." You sass back.

"Make you? Okay." He says, smirking.

Suddenly, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You avoid looking at him with your eyes. "Don't make me repeat myself. I said, look at me." He says.

You ignore his request, and he talks again. "Look. At. Me. Don't make me say it again."

Finally, you look at him and he looks pissed. You bite your lip, and Jolly wraps one of his hands around your throat.

You gasp, and he chuckles deeply. "Seems like someone needs to be put in her place. Hm?"

You don't say anything, and he kisses you harshly. Grabbing onto your legs, he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom that you both share.

Upon getting to the bedroom, he throws you on the bed, and tells you to get on all fours.

You hear the bed move behind you, and Jolly lifts up your skirt, you feeling his large hands on your bare ass. Turning your head to look at him, he smirks.

Turning your head back around, he smacks your ass, hard.

"That's for having an attitude with me. But I'm not done." He says.

You bite your lip, and he smacks it again. "Fuck!"

"My sweet girl hasn't been so sweet lately. I need to change that. Hmm, pretty girl?" He says.

This makes you moan, and try closing your legs, but of course he notices.

"Oh. You'd like that, huh?" He says, rubbing your skin with his hand.

"Please," You whimper.

He flips you over, and takes off your clothes. Then he marks your neck with hickeys.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gestures you to sit over his lap.

"Just take it, pretty girl. Don't have to count." He says.

Rubbing hand over your ass, he smacks your ass, which makes you moan.

After doing this several times, he finally stops. Tears are down your face, but you loved it.

He moves you so you're straddling him, and he asks you if you're okay.

"I'm more than okay, baby." You reply.

"Just afraid of actually hurting you, that's all." He says.

"You won't." You start to say.

Leaning into his ear, you start to speak. "Besides, I don't think you're done yet, are you? You have a very bad girl to tame."

He closes his eyes, and grips your hips. "Fuck, you're right."

Opening his eyes, he kisses you again. Then he flips you over, on the bed, so you're on all fours.

Getting behind you, he teases you with a finger. You whine as he does this. "Remember, this is a punishment. Be a good girl, I'll let you cum for me."

"I'll be good." You breathe out.

"That's more like it." He says, smiling.

He teases you more, then before you know it, you hear the sound of his belt coming undone.

This makes you more needy due to the fact that you needed him so fucking bad. You wanted to tell him to hurry up but you know that would backfire on you.

You feel him against you, then he slides into you. This makes you moan, and he grips your skin hard enough for bruises to form.

As he starts to move, he goes faster, and uncontrollable sounds leave your mouth. You were a babbling mess. What has this man done to you, you thought.

Suddenly, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls it.

You gasp, and he chuckles. "Where's the attitude now, huh? Can't speak, sweet girl?"

This makes you clench around him, and he groans.

"Fuck. You like it when I talk like this don't you?" He says.

"Pull...pull my hair...again..." You breathe out.

"Shit. You like that?" He says, biting his lip.

"Please," You whimper.

He smirks, and he pulls your hair again, making you moan.

"That's my good girl, my sweet, pretty girl." He praises you.

You feel yourself getting close as he keeps praising you, and he can tell. One of his hands move to your throat, squeezing it lightly.

"Fuck," You groan.

"C'mon baby, cum for me." He whispers in your ear.

After he says this, you whine before letting go, shouting his name as loud as possible. He releases shortly after you, gripping your hips tightly before letting go of you.

He lays next to you on the bed for a minute, and you open your eyes as he does this.

"Hi," You say.

"Hey stranger. You uh, wanna get cleaned?" He asks.

"That would be nice, yeah." You reply.

He smiles, then carries you to the restroom so you both can take a shower.

Later, as you're both back in bed and cuddling, you speak up.

"Hey, just so you know, I'm sorry about earlier."

He stops kissing your neck as you say this.

"You're all good babe, y'know I could never be mad at you, right?" He says.

"I know, just wanted to be sure." You reply.

He smiles, and continues to kiss your neck. For the rest of the night you're in his arms before falling asleep.