Random Oneshots

Scrooge: Young Scrooge x Reader *Smut*

Warnings: Sexual content, I am not responsible for you media consumption.

Mentions of bondage, blindfold, mistress kink, choking, overstimulation, begging,  unprotected sex, praise kink, degredation kink, Scrooge being a brat, reader is afab, dominant, and Scrooge is sub. There is also some squirting mentioned.

This is dedicated to  my beloved haddox.art on instagram. Jealousy sex.

"Look, love, I am sorry," Ebenezer said, holding my hand in his. I saw him talking with his ex-fiance Isabel, and I couldn't help the jealousy that grew within me. I felt insecure, I felt scared he'd leave me for her, I felt the fear again that I had with my own ex-fiancé.

"I need time, Ebenezer," I said, looking at my lap until I felt him lean in to whisper in my ear, "Mistress, I am sorry. I promise, you can punish me for being a bad boy when we get time to ourselves."

I looked at him with a strict face, grabbing him by the tie, "If you misbehave one more time, I won't let you cum at all tonigth, you naughty boy."

I had my hands around his throat, his wrists turning red from the restraints. I could see a tiny bit of a blush from underneath the blindfold, and I smirked to myself, going agonizingly slow and watching him writher beneath me, until only the tip was left inside me, and I slammed backdown, watching his entire back arch as he grunted and whimpered. "Mistress," he whispered, "Please, more."

"Shh," I whispered back, "You've been a bad boy, a very naughty boy, and you deserve to be punished." I squeezed his throat slightly again, going tantalizingly slow again. He tried raising his hips and thrust upward into me.

My hands went to his hips, holding them down as he begged for the pace to pick up. He breathing was short and ragged,  and I only felt even more aroused. I picked up the pace, chasing my own relief and speeding up, bouncing on his aching cock which was buried deep inside me. I had more plans for him later, but this would suffice for my current predicament. I felt him twitch inside me,  I bounced on his cock, chasing my own high and speeding up, occasionally grinding down on him, and I felt my own release come quickly, twitching with him still inside of me as I went to his neck.

I would relay all my sexual frustrations on him, and he would be fine.

As quickly as my orgasm came, I felt him twitch inside me. Still bouncing, I leaned forward, "Don't you even think about it, love. You don't deserve to cum, not yet."

Getting off his lap, I rummaged through the box of toys we had and found a dildo and strapped it on, adjusting him until his backside was in my view.

He whimpered as his hands rested on the edge of the bed, grasping for the sheets as I began thrusting into him quickly and watching him whimper. I fucked him hard from behind, watching the lubed up dildo enter his hole and smirking to myself, kissing his back up to his neck, biting on his skin and leaving hickies. His groans of pleasure spurred me on, holding with one hand around his waist and the other on his dick, rubbing it and watching him writher. His face was flushed, panting, moaning, crying, he was enjoying this. I kept thrusting into him and playing with his dick until I felt a sticky substance on my hand. Removing the dildo, I watched his shaking figure and admired it.

I laid him once more on the bed, but I myself wasn't satisfied yet. I climbed up to him, his face between my thighs, and I held his hair out of his face, smiling at his sweaty figure. "Use that tongue for something other than talking to your ex, love."

His mouth opened and I finally sat on his face, his tongue deep inside me, flicking at my sensitive nub. "That's it, you little boy. You're so hungry as if you haven't eaten in months. You greedy, selfish little boy. That's it-- oh don't stop, you greedy little shit. Going after your ex when you still have someone as good as me to feed you, to warm you, to  pleasure you? You little whore. Just suck on your mistress' clit, little whore. My manwhore."

I felt him hum into my pussy, and I barely sat straight up. I began riding his face, my hands going to play with my own breasts as I groaned in pleasure. The second his lips latched onto my clit, and he began sucking on it like no tomorrow, like a starved man, I let out the most feral moan I'd ever done in my life. I began grinding myself onto his face, my hands going from my nipples to the headboard, using that as leverage. My orgasm swiftly arrived and I pulled myself off him, going back to stuffing his dick inside my drenched pussy. His cock was hard and red once more, and I licked my lips as I removed his blindfold and gave my back to him, lowering myself onto his aching cock and riding like no tomorrow.

I moaned as I set my own pace, scraping my nails down his chest as I felt him buried deep inside me. I felt him tightened inside me, until I realised that he had squirted in me.

The cry he let out only confirmed my suspicions.

My hands went to his lower abdomen, riding still hard and fast, moaning loudly as I came again, all the whole admiring how he looked beneath me.

I leaned down and got my face in front of his, kissing him passionately.

"Take a breath, Ebenezer," I said, "The night is still young, and we've only just begun."