#𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 ꒰ 01 — '23 ꒱

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꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! overstimulation + squirt training, "so thoughtless, its adorable." ꒰ sebastian michaelis x bimbo!reader ꒱: fingering, orgasm control, older english writing ꒰ sorta kinda ꒱, mention of a womb tattoo, dub-con? ꒰ 2.6k+ ꒱

"𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦." the words of a father oftenstick with his daughters, regardless if he's a goodparent or not. you should've listened, learned yourlesson. but no, you were just a stupid little girlcaught in a tradegy. a little girl who had returnedfrom a "buisness trip" with your father, only to bemet with england's new serial killer! who had takenbyour family as victims.

"non mihi ignoscat dominus, sed praesidium peto. ad inferni profunditatem vocat anima mea, 《 me tibioffero 》. serva me. serva me. serva me." random words to you, an offer of a contract to another.

you were ignorant to speak words you know nothing of out of desperation. you were even more idiotic tolook upon the...man? shrouded in darkness. idiotic tobeg and plead to person decorated in leather heelswith a face you could not see. idiotic to agree to thewords coming from its predatory grin. idiotic to not only offer your soul, but your body to it.

but the warmth that thing gave you, felt good. the warmth of that darkness sucked you in, covering you in a cloud of corruption you'd gladly accept anything to keep your mind off of it. to keep your idiot brain from thinking about something hard. something tragic.

its palm met your bellybutton, with a whimper fromyou, the glimpse of its grin signaling to you it's enjoyment in the situation. it must find you pathetic, humans are by nature pathetic. it's be no surprisethat a being from hell, an entitiy that feasts on the souls of the mortals upon earth, would find that pathetic nature amusing.

your vision went blurry, and pain struck your abdomen. a foggy memory followed from there and suddenly, here you are now with a demon, going by the name 'sebastian michaelis,' working for you as your loyal butler.

"my lady, the rooster calls! up now." you hear hisposh and professional voice speak. the shwing! of the curtain holders sliding against the rods fills your ears. the bright sunlight following soon after.

the groan that left your lips must have been amusing to the demon, for you heard a chuckle leave his lips. "must you laugh at my misery?"

the feeling of his silk gloves against your bare skin makes you jolt. the cold feeling es of his gloves foreign on your previously covered thigh. the tips of his fingers lightly glide up your skin, beginning to hover when your nightgown covers you. "you have business to attend to, my lady. your morning bath has already been prepared," his voice has a hint ofamusement in it.

a familiar grin finds his face when you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, reluctantly leaving the satin sheets with a glare.

you moan in satisfaction from the warmth of the water, sinking in the basin carefully, letting the waterswallow your body. "my, look at that! there arepleaures to wakening in the morning," sebastian's tone remains professional while adding a sarcastic undertone to it. however, the sarcasm in his words isn't reflected by his actions.

his teeth catch the tips of his gloves, pulling the bothof them off in a smooth motion. he kneels next to the washbasin while rolling up his sleeves.

with the warmth "sebastian" should not have, his hands carefully glide over your skin, the soap imbued sponge being rubbed into your skin. "what exactly, on today's cumbersome schedule?" you question softly, eyes closed as his hands glide inbetween your legs, gently washing your inner thighs.

"well, that "cumbersome" schedule is of importance today, my lady." a smile of amusement is present on his face when he explains, another groan of loathing leaving your lips.

stepping from the bath, he surrounds you with a warm towel. as delicate as ever, he helps you dry off, patting your skin as if it was as fragile as glass. his eyes tend to linger over your skin, a certain glint of hunger (you miss) in them. it seems he doesn't acton whatever desires may be festering as he simply grabs your chemise and slips it over your head.

while discussing the day with him, you absentmindedly lift your arms and turn around as the corset comes in to view. you slightly whimper when he tugs on the strings. "must this meeting be mandatory for me? there's no need for me, i am only a trophy of my father's," the words that leave your mouth begin to sound whiny to his ears. "now, my lady, im sure he's only cautious after that incident," sebastian responds, his voice getting farther as he bends down.

with a tap to your calve you lift your foot, knowing he's slipping on the garter belt suspender. you bend forward, resting your arms on the counter befor eyou when you feel his hands touch your feet delicately. the silk of the stockings on your skin feels familiar, although the process seems a bit slow.

"sebastian?" his ears might have been focused on you; however, his eyes, they were trained on the spot in between your plush thighs.

the position at which you positioned yourself gave him a few of those pretty plump lips. you were always so...inviting and eager to help. surely you wouldn't mind allowing him to fulfill a desire of his. one of his hands slides up the curve of your back, pushing your chest and stomach further against the counter.

you feel that hand slowly trail back down, slidingunderneath the chemise you were wearing to rest onyour ass. his thumbs glide lightly against your foldsbefore spreading your ass, giving him a better viewfrom on the floor.

while you couldn't see his face, you were well aware he licked his lips. after all, it had been a moment since you allowed the "bedding privileges" you agreed on when the contract was first made. therefore, you relaxed, letting him touch and observeyour "virgin cunt" all he wished to. although, the ideaof being watched so closely, looked at as an toy caused a familiar feeling a warmth to trail down toyour abdomen. "s-sebastian," you mumble, wanting to say something.

"sh, sh. give me a moment," he shushes you smiling at the jolt you make when his breath touches your skin. his soft lips pressing gently against your lower ones.

the tips of his fingers move to the slower part of your folds, spreading them to see your little squeezing around nothing. "such debauchery, you've barely been touched." his words get sent straight to your pussy as you start to relax further into his touch. "you said i had a-a meeting today..."

his touches are slight, nothing too rough as his fingertips brush between your folds. "well, my lady-" it's calm until he shoves in index finger to the knuckle in your cunt. the yelp of surprise from your lips makes him smile, your body tensing. "its in two hours, we have time."

at his words your body relaxes. it always makes him smile at how quickly you could switch to being downrght stupid.

such a strong woman completing her job until sebastian utters words of her freedom and suddenly she's no longer a woman fighting for power, she's a harlot giving up her power.

his finger slides along your walls, your body relaxing against the counter. with every languid moment, it became easier to slide in and out, with evey movement your slick covered his fingers. it was adorable how wet you became from such a small action, it only made him want to play with you more. "i wish to have some..fun, my lady. may i?" i wish to see what else i can plant in that pliable mind of yours.

it was a stupid question really. the both of you knew the answer. the familar purple glow of the contract mark came from beneath your navel, a heated feeling begins to fester in your abdomen, thighs pressing together.

"yes!" your response was immediate, the slight crack in your voice amused him. the pleasurable feeling from his finger leaves you along with a whine. you feel him snatch the garter belt suspender down, the tight feeling from the corset loosening as he tugs onthe strings. the peices fall to the floor, his hands on your hips turning you around.

his eyes glow red, pupils like a serpant as he looks up at you. you feel the softness of his wide hands ruband up and down the back of your thighs. "i haven't made you squirt, have i, my lady?" he mumbles against the skin of your inner thigh.

one of his hands pushes up your chemise, a familiar glint of hunger in his eyes when sees the contract mark.

he knows how you feel as the purple circle glows. he knows your insides are throbbing with need and his presence is drowning you with feelings of desire. every thought you had starts to evaporate in the sea of his aura. it was if he was a drug to you, a drug that beckoned the mortal desires an unmarried should not have for her butler. but the drug was sweet, it made your knees weak and your clit throb, it madeyour pussy wet and needy for anything to be slipped in it.

"n-no?" you weren't sure if he was actually asking for answer, but you answered with another question actually, you weren't sure what he meant. what was he going do to you?

"an answer wasn't needed, my dear mistress," he words are soft, his breath lightly hitting your skin. sebastian begins standing up, lifting the fabric from your body as he does. and without a word you lift your arms and let him, the curves and softness of your skin now unfiltered to his eyes.

his hands rub and squeeze your curves, your breasts, your ass. "such a beautiful body, it'd be a shame not to use it." his hands grab the back of your thighs, just under the meat of your ass to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.

the texture of satin spreads up your back as he sets you down. "i believe your ready for my fingers. you are as wet as a harlot."

the only response he gets is a whine that turns into a moan when two of his lithe fingers slip into your cunt. they curl against the gooey ribbed spot, sending a wave of pleasure through your thighs andup to your chest. the tight coil in your stomach snapped and you release on his fingers.

it was embarrassing how quickly you came. simply from the touch of his fingers, although sebastian knew better. whether or not that pretty head of yours thought about it, his touch was actually a drug toyou.

when that contract was made, your body was his and he could choose whether to rile you up or not. his saliva, his touch, his presence was a literal drug as he consumed you. the throbbing contract mark over your womb increased the feeling. "sebastian." his name left your lips as a whine.

he didn't stop his movements, continuing to stroke your walls with care, his lips trailing up the inside ofyour thigh. his teeth graze your skin and his touch is like fire.

as if reminding you that you would burn in hell. that your decision years prior would come back to haunt you through the "man" fucking you with his fingers.

"wait, why aren't you--ngh!" the speed of his fingers increase, his other warm palm sliding gently over your navel as if to "soothe" the intense pleasure yourreceiving from the strokes of his fingers. a sigh leaves his lips at your words. i know that brain of yours isn't entirely functional, but your ears have been perfectly fine up until now," he insults you, a hint of condescension in his voice.

despite how rude his words were you could only whimper, taking his insult like the good girl you are.you speak, voice quiet and soft, "i didn't...hear."

his eyes catch the shy movement of yours, the corner of his lips twitching as he sees just how cloudy your eyes look. "i suppose i should tell you if im knuckles deep in this pretty little snatch, hm?"

sebastian is so cruel. you suppose its in his demonic nature, but a familiar ignorance made you think he wouldn't be. and you were wrong as words leave his lips. his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, the squelching noises of them sliding in and out fillingyour ears. you knew you were stupid for thinking otherwise when he laughs at you while explaining he won't stop. he'll "train" your pussy to squirt for him. no matter how many orgasms he has to ring out of you.

"so thoughtless, its adorable." you hear his words you hear what he says when he pulls the nth orgasm from you. however, you can't seem to process it. has it been just minutes, or hours? a light sheen of sweat covers your body, the sheets are damp beneath you, your slick coating your inner thighs and his hand.

his hands, god fuck, they don't get tired! they continue curling and pressing as you twitch, your pussy forever sucking him in with wants of more.

your eyes are dull, blankly staring at whatever object across the room, a cloud of pleaure fogging your mind. "i could do anything i wanted to you, and you wouldn't have the mind to even process it," he chuckles, leaning forward to hover over you. his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"mortals are so fragile. but so delectable when they break."

his lips smash against yours, his serpentine-like tongue sliding between your parted lips. his mouth drinks your moans, despite being aware the entire manor knows what their master is engaging in. its eems some visits will have to be made.

"n'more!" regardless, your sloppy pussy calls him in. "nooo." regardless, you lean into his touch and archyour back."'s 'nough!" regardless, you moan to your heart's content, you greedily swallow whatever taste, whatever touch of him you can get.

"greedy," he growls into your mouth, his fangs nipping at your bottom lip when he pulls away. a choked and disappointed whine leaves your lips at the loss.

the pathetic whimper turning into a sort of scream. his free palm presses down your navel, the fingers occupied by your cunt hook against the gooey ribbed spot inside of you. and he won.

you scream, hips convulsing and legs snapping shut around his hands. your mouth in a perfect 'O' and back arched as a different feeling overcomes you. like a bunch of pressure dropping in your stomach you squirt, wetting his clothing and the sheets. a string of whimpers and incoherent words leaves your lips.

tears stream down the sides of your face you reach another climax. he hears your gasps of air, as if the pleasure stopped your brains ability to tell you to breathe.

"my lady," his voice is smoother, calmer than the tone he had before. one of his hands breaks free from the confines of your thighs rubbing up and down the valley of your breasts. "breathe, its alright."

his gentle shushes and coos grant you the ability to breathe again, gasping for air. "good girl." your eyes focus on him after the praise, finally able to understand what just happened. his hand and sleeve is soaked, your thighs glistening from the clear liquid, and all the while that familar hungry grin remains on his face.

"i'll do the honours of cancelling the meeting."

꒰ n: it was good in the beginning, at least ithink so. and it got worse lmao. i think its kinda cringy...but! i finally did i day! that's a plus. i hate this one sm😭 also, rough latin translation: the lord may not forgive me, but i ask for protection. my soulcalls to the depths of hell, "i offer myself to you." save me. save me. save me. ꒱