One Shot Book (Danti/Septiplier)

Be Rough With Me

~ Danti One Shot ~

2410 Words

Anti dresses up to make Dark jealous...
* Really, REALLY, Rough Smut ('Cause They're Demons Ok) *

Third Person POV:

A skirt, fishnet leggings, a crop top, and many eyes. Just about everyone was looking at his boyfriend. It wasn't ok, and Dark wasn't going to let Anti get away with it.

So, there they were, the smaller of the two pushed against their bedroom door, hands above his head locked in a tight grip, lips attacking his neck, and moans leaving his lips. He'd achieved his goal, Anti had been hoping to make his boyfriend jealous enough to show his rough side.

"D-Dark, please," Anti gasped as a hand squeezed his pudgy thigh.

It stopped, the kissing and touching, "What did you just call me?"

"D-Daddy," the younger demon corrected.

A hand gripped his jaw once the name left his lips, glowing red eyes staring daggers through him, "Tonight you call me 'Sir', you treat me with respect, slut."

Whimpering, Anti swallowed and nodded meekly, "Ye-Yes, Sir."

"Good to know you can still follow orders. I'd say you're a 'good boy', but after tonight I don't think you deserve the praise," the grip on the smaller's jaw was released, red eyes scanning his thighs and collar bones with a lip bite.

"No, S-Sir, I-I'm a good boy! J-Just for yo-you!"

"Who'd you dress like this for? Me? Or everyone else?" Dark's lips brushed against his boyfriend's ear. "Such a slut. You probably dressed up for everyone, didn't you? Bet you just wanted the attention, huh? You'd probably love to let all those filthy men touch you. None of them could make you feel the way I can, could they, kitten?"

The deep, slightly scary, intimidating tone of his own boyfriend's voice made the smaller whimper, "N-o, Sir."

Dark bit down on the smaller's neck, probably harsh enough to draw blood, but Anti didn't mind, in fact, he thrived off of it. They had established a safe word, if it ever became too much, but it has never been used. It was never "too much" for Anti. Hell, Anti would let his boyfriend fucking throw him around like a toy and still love it. The red eyed demon knew of Anti's thirst for pain, and he found it sexy, although his soft side made sure that he ran the younger a bath right afterwards, cleaning him up and making sure he was ok. Anti loved to be abused, loved to hurt right after sex just so he'd remember it the next day. There'd be bruises all over his porcelain skin, pain radiating throughout his body, and he'd love it. He'd even encourage it, challenging Dark to be a bit rougher, which is why he'd dressed up, to make his boyfriend do unspeakable things to him.

"Answer my question, who did you dress up for?" Growled a voice in the smaller's ear.

"E-Everyone," Anti confessed. "I want-ed the attention. W-Wanted everyone to want m-me."

"Fucking whore," Dark gripped the younger's thigh, squeezing hard, hard enough to leave bruises from his fingerprints. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, pleasure you so much you won't be able to get me out of your head for fucking months. Get on the bed."