BLACK CLOVER SCENARIOS/ ONE SHOTS

GIVE ME ATTENTION~ YAMI [LE]

IMAGINE: GIVE ME ATTENTION~ YAMI X READER [LE]
Requested: Yes. I can't remember who requested it and I couldn't find it. So if you requested this, you can either let me know or not. Up to you. 
Warnings: This is a lemon so ofc it's gonna be spicy. Like really spicy. 
Enjoy!
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(y/n)(l/n) was the definition of a brat. A needy brat at that. A brat that just always need attention. 

She hated it when her boyfriend, Yami, didn't give her said attention. Just like he was doing now. 

(y/n) pouted when she saw Yami reading that damn newspaper instead of paying attention to her. She was right beside him after all!

She leans in closer and places her head on his shoulder. When she didn't get any reaction from, she started placing small little butterfly kisses on his neck. A little sign that she would usually give him when she wanted attention. 

The only response, however, was him letting out a sigh and moving away a little. This caused (y/n) to angrily pout. 

'Fine then!' She thinks to herself. 

She immediately pulled away from him, crossing her arms and turning away from him. 

It was a couple minutes before (y/n) heard the newspaper being slammed down on the table and an annoyed sigh leaving Yami's lips. 

"God damn it, woman. What do you want? Can't you let a man smoke a cigarette and read in peace?" Yami growls. 

(y/n) only lets out a 'hmph' as her answer.

A tick mark appears on his forehead. Yami hated it when (y/n) acted like a brat. It honestly just made him want to put her in her place. 

"Look at me (y/n)." He says, but she doesn't budge.

Yami sighs once more before placing his hands on his knees and pushing himself up. He was about fed up with her bratty attitude. 

"Fine," he says bending a little to scoop (y/n) into his arms, "if you're going to act like a brat, then you're going to be punished like one." 

(y/n)'s eyes widen from his actions and his words. However, she still didn't say anything. Keeping up with her bratty attitude. 

It didn't take long for Yami to get to his room and throw (y/n) onto the spacious bed. 

"Strip. Now." He commands, but she only narrows her eyes at him. He narrows his eyes at her, his glare much more intimidating than her. 

"If you don't as I say, your punishment it going to be much worse." 

Still, she stood her ground.
Yami sits on the edge of the bed, grabbing onto her wrist to drag her where he sat. She was basically sitting in his lap now. 
"Look at you," he says grabbing hold of her chin with a tight, "you're going to wish you didn't have that attitude." 

Before (y/n) could even utter out a word, he pushed her down so she was laying in his lap. (y/n) bit her lip, knowing what was about to happen next. 
A gush of cold air soon hit her bare bottom as Yami pulled down her bottom. 

"You're going to count for me, alright?" 
She only nods her head. Yami growls, gripping onto her (s/c) flesh tightly. "Use your words." 

"Y-yes." 

Slap.

 The sound of his hand hitting against her soft skin echoed around the room. 

"Yes, what?" 
"Yes sir." 
"Good." 

Another slap echoed through the room, "one, sir." A small whimper left her mouth from the burning feeling she felt.

She was constantly biting her lip, so she could stop the loud cries from escaping her mouth. However, it was getting harder to do as he slaps started to get harder. She knew that her ass was red and raw, just how Yami liked it. Of course, (y/n) would be lying if she said she didn't like it either.