Sexy Saturday 12/28/2019

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and has a Happy New Year! This is the very last Sexy Saturday post before 2020 – can you believe it?! Thank you to all you wonderful fans for making 2019 so amazing! Now – onto the smut! Another Kinktober prompt from the vault: angry sex!

Warnings: NSFW/angry rough sex/closet abuse


Jimmy wanted angry sex. He wanted Cold to fuck him with hate and bitterness, to fuck him and punish him, to thoroughly use every inch of him in total thoughtless fury.

The problem was…

It was apparently very difficult to piss off Boss Cold.

Jimmy had tried little things: leaving his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, elbows on the table during dinner, chewing with his mouth open.

He got disgruntled glares, firm corrections, but none of the unbridled rage he was seeking. Cold had definitely earned his icy moniker, his anger rarely palpable and only a cool, aloof annoyance permeating through. It wasn’t enough.

It was time to take desperate measures.

Jimmy found himself standing in front of Cold’s closet, staring into a veritable wonderland of pressed suits and silk ties. Everything was arranged meticulously by color and style, little shelves for his nearly paired shoes, and small intricate compartments for tiny things like sock garters.

It was flawless, pristine, organized beyond belief;

A perfect target.

Jimmy reached out, lightly batting the suit closest to him like a cat. He quickly withdrew, watching with wide eyes as the hanger fatally rocked, promptly depositing the jacket onto the floor.

He was struck with an immediate surge of guilt, his instincts drawing him down to pick up the suit.

No, he told himself firmly. It was too late to back out now. He could do this.

One by one, each suit crumpled to the floor. Jimmy even knocked down the shoes and tipped all the ties along with them. He left every shelf and rack completely bare, gleefully shutting the door and hopping into bed.

He shuffled out of his clothing, knowing that Cold would be home soon from a meeting with his Gentlemen. He grabbed lube from their bedside table, eagerly slicking his fingers and plunging them inside of himself.

He wanted to be ready, certain this would be enough to finally stir up Cold’s wrath.

Jimmy was getting so carried away he almost didn’t hear the bedroom doors open. He quickly threw the lube back in the drawer, pulling the blankets over himself, smiling innocently at Cold as he strolled inside.

Cold immediately froze, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. He frowned at Jimmy, asking slowly, “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Jimmy replied breathlessly, grinning slyly.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Cold drawled, glancing around carefully trying to figure out what was out of place. Finding nothing amiss, he walked towards the liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink, looking back at Jimmy, accusing, “You’re up to something.”

“Maaaybe,” Jimmy teased, squirming eagerly beneath the blankets.

Cold rolled his eyes, taking a long sip of his drink and asking dryly, “Let me guess. This is another attempt to make me angry so you can have your ‘hate sex’?”

“Yup,” Jimmy replied gleefully, “and I think I’ve finally done it.”

“Doubtful,” Cold hummed thoughtfully, poking around his dresser and quickly peeking into the bathroom. He looked around the bedroom again, his eyes falling to the closet.

Jimmy smiled, batting his eyes sweetly.

Cold scowled, gulping back his drink and slamming it down with a bang on top of his dresser. He stalked toward the closet, whipping open the door and stepping inside.

Jimmy listened intently, catching a soft growl and a very exasperated sigh.

Then nothing.

He frowned, sitting up as several more seconds of silence ticked by. He was worried for a moment that his plan hadn’t worked. Maybe it really was impossible to tick off Boss Cold.

Cold slowly stepped out of the closet, carefully removing his jacket and letting it fall to the floor.

Jimmy gulped, his cock twitching at his thigh. He had never seen Cold so careless with his clothing before, not once.

Cold tilted his head, grunting as he popped his neck, his eyes closing softly. He appeared calm, but Jimmy could see how tense his shoulders were and when their eyes met, he knew he had succeeded.

Cold was absolutely enraged.

Jimmy licked his lips, asking coyly, “Something wrong?”

Cold was on him with a fury Jimmy had never seen, his pants ripping at the seam as he forced the zipper down. He pushed Jimmy onto his back, forcing his legs apart as he hissed, “You little fucking brat!”

Jimmy couldn’t help but groan, gasping as Cold’s hand curled around his throat. It wasn’t enough pressure to take away his breath, only what was necessary to keep him pinned to the bed.

Cold roughly stuck two fingers in Jimmy’s hole, two quick thrusts to find he was already wet and open. He growled loudly, and Jimmy couldn’t decide if it was from pleasure or the anger knowing that Jimmy had been expecting this.

He shoved his cock in, one quick thrust and he was already balls deep. Jimmy cried out, the sting unforgiving in spite of the prep, his hands floundering to grab onto Cold’s shoulders.

Cold smacked his hands away, growling, “Do not touch me. You’ve lost that privilege, Mr. Poe. You’re going to stay very still, keep your hands by your sides and be my very own personal fuck toy.”

Jimmy gurgled, barely able to nod before Cold started slamming into him. There was nothing kind about the brutal pace, keeping Jimmy held down tight as he fucked him savagely.

The burn faded and left Jimmy moaning and sobbing in moments. His fingers dug into the sheets, tears in his eyes as Cold pounded his ass without mercy. His head was absolutely swimming, his cock leaking and bouncing against his stomach from every rough thrust.

Cold released his throat to slap both hands against Jimmy’s thighs, spreading his legs wide. “You’re not even fit to take my come,” he raged. “I’m going to bust all over your fucking face like the little brat you are.”

Jimmy whimpered needfully, his head bobbling obediently. Yes, he’d been bad. He had to be punished. His cries were hitting an entire symphony of broken octaves, wailing as Cold flipped him over on his stomach.

Cold shoved his face against the mattress, sinking his thick cock back inside of him without any care, the brutal rhythm starting anew. He twisted his fingers into Jimmy’s hair, leaning over him and hissing in his ear, “Is this what you wanted, Mr. Poe? To anger me so I’d fuck you like a whore?”

“Yes,” Jimmy moaned tearfully, screaming when Cold viciously spanked his ass.

“Yes, what?” Cold shouted angrily.

“Yes, sir!” Jimmy sobbed, yelping as Cold fucked him even harder, his hips certainly leaving bruises from the violent way their bodies were colliding. Relief never came, completely trapped by the ruthless hammering of Cold’s cock.

Cold was being downright cruel, Jimmy sobbing pitifully against the sheets as he took it all. He could feel Cold’s rage in the brutal way he fucked him, the mean way he smacked his ass and the thoughtless twist of his fingers through his hair.

Yes, this is what he wanted.

To be used, demeaned, punished.

Jimmy had been bad, he’d made Cold angry, and he had to pay for it. He couldn’t stop crying, the beautiful heat boiling in his body blurring his vision and making his loins ache. He knew Cold was getting close, the slam of his cock becoming erratic and frenzied.

Jimmy screamed again when Cold spanked his tender ass again with bruising force, bursting into a fresh fit of tears and wailing, “Oh, God…”

“There is no God here,” Cold snarled cruelly. “Only me.”

Jimmy cried, full of shame and bliss from being used so forcefully, his body submitting completely. He moaned desperately when Cold suddenly pulled out, snapping, “Roll over, Mr. Poe. Now.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy mumbled, struggling to turn and face Cold. He gasped when his hair was yanked roughly, finding the swollen and leaking head of Cold’s cock right in his face.

He opened his mouth, his lashes fluttering as the first hot spurt of come hit his cheek. The heat of Cold’s spunk was nothing compared to the blazing flush of his face, the liquid almost refreshing by comparison. He took every splash like a good boy, licking what he could from around his mouth and chin, peering up at Cold with wide eyes.

Cold’s grip in his hair relaxed, bowing down to tenderly kiss his forehead. He sighed haggardly, petting over Jimmy’s scalp where he had been so mean, snorting, “Are you satisfied now?”

Jimmy’s hole was raw and throbbing, his ass was on fire from the brutal spankings, and the come on his face was starting to congeal. Other than the ache in his dick, he felt absolutely fantastic.

“Not quite yet,” Jimmy teased breathlessly, humming softly as Cold began to clean him up. He pouted, asking eagerly, “Can I please come now?”

“After you’re done with your punishment,” Cold drawled, lightly bopping Jimmy on the nose.

“What?” Jimmy scoffed, blinking rapidly. “What’s left?”

“Cleaning up that awful mess you made of my closet,” Cold informed him with a quick kiss. “Obviously.”

Jimmy whined, but couldn’t help the crooked grin curling his lips. He was more than happy to accept his penance, agreeing dutifully, “Yes, sir.”

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