Cuel and Unusual Punishment
pairing: lestat de lioncourt x reader
summary: lestat riles you up on purpose so that you'll take your anger out on him using a new toy that he bought especially.
warnings: 18+, minors dni!!
smut tags: pegging, fingering, rimming, oral sex, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation
word count: 4207
He was being a fucking brat. The reason why didn't matter. It was something new every day, anyway. Sometimes It felt like he was doing it on purpose, making sure you saw him doing or heard him saying something especially annoying. And you tried to ignore it. You really did.
"Is something upsetting you?" He asked, while preparing for bed, beginning to strip himself of his clothes. As if he didn't fucking know.
"Now why would you think that?" You hissed, removing your makeup from the day.
"You have said barely a word to me since I came back from hunting, mon cher." He pointed out.
"I'm tired." You told him, not sparing him even a glance. He took that as a challenge.
"I've missed you." He told you, approaching you where you sat in front of your vanity. He put his hands on both your shoulders, slowly stroking the skin there with his thumbs. The smallest of goosebumps were left in their wake, and you knew Lestat could feel them. You saw him smirking slightly at you in the mirror in your peripheral vision, but your eyes stayed glued on yourself. Smug motherfucker.
"I'm right here, Lestat." You sighed.
"That's not what I meant." He kissed the top of your head, then the crook of your neck. "Missed having you. Being with you." He purred between kisses. "Yes, so much so that you've been so kind and mindful of my feelings. That's what I've been feeling all day, 'missed.'" And now that you'd finally admitted your irritation, he pressed hard right into that open wound.
"If you hate me so much, then leave me.” He snapped, taking his hands away from your shoulders and backing up a few feet. “Go make a fledgling of your own. But you and I both know you won't." He crossed his arms in a tight knot across his chest. He knew that for some reason, one you couldn't even fathom, your heart belonged to him, and even through all his unbearable behaviors and habits, your adoration for him never waivered. And that was, perhaps, more maddening that all the things he did, combined.
You were seeing red. Why did he have this power over you? Why did you want to grab him from the front of his shirt and kiss him? Why did this magnetic energy exist between the two of you, pulling you to him and him to you? It tugged on your heart and your mind painfully, so you didn't fight.
You turned around, staring at him with furrowed brows for a few moments. In his silent blank expression, he dared you to do something, anything. And then, before you could really think about it, you got up abruptly and paced over to him, grabbing his undershirt right at the hem and pulling his face to yours. Your lips collided with his, almost violently. Your hands were frantic on each other, desperately seeking purchase on your clothes. You managed to slide off the white undershirt from his body, and then pull his pants and underwear down.
He stepped out of them, and you kneeled at his feet, taking his cock into your mouth all at once, looking up at him with angry eyes.
"Yeah, that's right. You act so upset, but by the end of the night, you still end up on your knees for me." He said smugly, caressing your head. And that was the last straw. You pulled off of him, and stood up, taking several steps away from him.
"I could stop right now! Leave you hot and bothered! Do you want that?"
"You've missed fucking as much as I have, mon cher. You're flushed even now. Your heart's pounding."
"I fed less than an hour ago." You tried to explain, crossing your arms and looking away from him, but he wasn't buying it.
"You're addicted to my touch. You can't breathe without it." And you hated that pompous tone of voice.
"Yeah, I'm so hooked on you that I'm gonna fucking leave. Prove to you I can." You huffed, heading for the closet.
"You can't."
"You wanna fucking try me right now?" Steam came off your words, as you spun back around in his direction.
"You know what? Don't- just..."
"What?!"
"If I am upsetting you... then maybe you should take your feelings of anger.... out on me."
What? Oh.
He was such a fucking brat.
He'd been pissing you off on purpose. Pushing you in all the ways he knew would get to you the quickest, hoping it would be enough to make you abandon self-control. And you felt so stupid.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"It doesn't matter what I like, it matters what you do. Don't you wanna punish me?" Fucking liar. He wanted this. He's been wanting it.
You thought about it for a second. God, you wanted to wipe that smile off his stupid perfect face.
"I have a gift for you."
"You chose a funny time to give it to me." He rolled his eyes and sighed, before kneeling beside the bed and retrieving a box. You waited for him to explain, but he only started at you for a few beats before rolling his eyes.
"Jjust open it." He stood back up and handed it to you. You gave him a questioning look before taking the box and ripping the top off it.
It was.. it was a harness. And a sex toy. The harness itself was black, but the toy was a deep blood red.
"You want me to use this... On You?"
"Only if you'd also like it. You were so angry with me, you still are. Don't you want to have me in this way, to make me submit to you?" He tried to rein it in, to appear cool-headed and unaffected, but he was excited. You could hear his heart beat quicken. A faint tint of red covered his skin- blood sweat.
"Would you? Submit? We've messed around with it before, but never..." You trailed off.
"Let me be completely and totally honest with you." He said, kneeling slightly so he was eye level with you and he put his hands on your elbows. His eyes were hooded and he licked his lips. Then he leaned in so his mouth was at your ear.
"I want you to fuck me so hard, I can't even think." You gasped at his words. "I want you to take all that anger, all those pent up feelings, and hurt me with them." "This whole time, you've been acting this way, so that I'd- so that I'd fucking punish you?"
"Maybe." You could feel his smile on your neck as his lips met with the skin there.
"And I thought you were a brat before." He moved his head back to look you in the eyes. You were gonna give it to him, he could see it, even if he couldn't read your thoughts anymore. He looked too happy about it. So you turned him around and pushed him onto the bed, face first.
He laughed breathlessly at the suddenness of it, but he took his cue to go onto his hands and knees regardless.
"What's the point in punishing you if you enjoy it?" You asked him, slipping off your nightdress over your head. He looked back at you over his shoulder through his lashes. You grabbed the harness and strap-on from the box, feeling them in your hands for a few moments. You dropped the harness at your feet and stepped into it, pulled it up. You put the silicone cock in place, then tightened the harness against you.
And Lestat looked like the fucking cat that got the cream.
You kneeled onto the bed behind him, shoving his head forward. He didn't get to look at you.
He was shaved completely between his legs, a beautiful sight. You rubbed your thumb against his hole, which twitched around nothing. You were surprised with your sudden confidence, but welcomed it. You had touched him here before, just never with a toy. Never like this.
"Already fucking desperate for it." You teased, spreading his cheeks to fully reveal the tight ring of muscle.
"I'm always desperate for you." He breathed.
"Spread yourself for me." You instructed him, and watched as his chest fell into the bed and his hands came backwards to hold his cheeks open. Tasting him was irresistible. You blew onto the fluttering hole, pulling a gasp from Lestat, which morphed into a whine when you began to lap at him. He shivered as your tongue pressed against him.
You pulled his dick back from between his legs so you could slowly jerk it while you licked him, using the spit which dripped down from his hole down to his cock as lube. You felt as he grew from hard to harder under your fingers. Your other hand joined your mouth, and you backed away for a moment to spit on his hole and then you used it to press into him with a single finger. He clenched around you, pulling your finger in.
You made sure to keep your movement on his cock slow, allowing your hand to merely ghost around him, as to not get him close to that edge too soon. And it was driving him mad. He tried to keep his mouth shut for as long as he could, and you could practically see him shaking with the effort.
"You're teasing." You could hear how tight his jaw was clenched in his stiff tone of voice.
"Yes, I am. You deserve it." You retorted, moving your face away from his hole. You put another finger inside of him. He spread his cheeks even wider, inviting you to go faster, harder. And knowing that's what he wanted is what persuaded you to go even slower. Impossibly slow.
"Mon cherie, please! I'll do whatever you wish, just stop this incessant teasing!"
"I like you begging. But if you want me to really touch you, really make you feel good, you're gonna have to do better than that." You smirked, leaving your fingers inside of him but taking your hand away from his cock.
"Please! Please! I'll be so obedient. So good for you. I'll make you cum over and over with my mouth if you wish it! But I need you- need to feel you inside of me." His nails began to dig into his own skin where he continued to hold his cheeks open for you, no doubt out of frustration.
Deciding his begging was satisfactory, and ignoring the tingle of arousal it caused at the bottom of your stomach, you added a third finger inside of him after spitting on his hole again. He moaned in satisfaction, slightly pushing his ass further into the air.
But you didn't want to prep him too much. You wanted the first push of the strap into his tightness to burn just a little. You knew how good that felt from when Lestat fucked you. So you took your fingers away and leaned over him to open the drawer in the dresser to the right of the bed. Your tits pressed up against his back and the strapon was pressed against his sex.
"Finally.” He growled, crazy with need. You grabbed the oil in the drawer and pushed it closed, roughly. And then you sat up, opening the small glass jar and turning it upside down a foot or so about his hole and watched it drip onto his pink pucker. He gasped when the cold liquid hit his skin.
You turned the jar right side up and screwed the cover back on and threw it next to his head on the bed. You grabbed the toy at the hilt and rubbed it against him a few times before pressing into him, faster than he was expecting, forcing a shocked shriek from his lips.
His hole tugged on the toy, clamping around it.
"Relax, Lestat." You whispered, dragging your nails from the back of his neck to his waist, just hard enough to raise goosebumps, where you let your hands settle and caress. You kissed trails up and down his back, sucking on the skin occasionally. And slowly, the thrusts became easier and smoother. When you felt no resistance, you began to quicken and roughen the pace. He went from making small breathy sounds to moaning in abandon.
"You're such a slut for this aren't you?" He didn't reply, too choked up on his own sounds of pleasure. So you dug your nails into his venus dimples, causing him to bleed.
"Yes! I'll be anything for you!" He squawked in response, biting into the pillows.
"As long as you're the center of attention right? You don't care how I treat you as long as I give you attention? That's why you've been acting like a brat?"
"Mmph!" Lestat whimpered, back arching further, ass rising into the air. Unable to resist, you spanked the right cheek, grabbing it after to fuck into him better.
"I could degrade you, humiliate you, and you’d love it. Wouldn’t you?" Your nails jabbed into his skin gently, leaving pink marks in their wake, stark against his smooth pale skin.
"Oui! Je te veux juste. Want everything you'll give me." His voice was rising as you thrust into him faster still. Right hand still on his ass, you used your left to roughly grasp his hair to haul his back against your bare chest. He gasped as it happened, but he rested against you when he realized what you were doing, letting his head lull back onto your shoulder.
You kissed at his neck, slowing your hips. He tried to kiss you, but you yanked on his hair, eliciting a delicious groan from him.
"I didn't say you could kiss me." You told him, resuming your gentle sucking and biting at his neck. You could taste the blood intermingled with the sweat adorning him.
"Je suis désolé." He offered, afraid you'd grow cold on him. Afraid you'd pull out and leave him desperate and wanting, like you threatened before. He couldn't bear the idea of it. He needed you. You kept him in that position for a little while, stoking the flames of his growing desperation. Your hands went to his chest, barely touching his nipples. So hard, pretty and pink for you. You rubbed your thumbs in circles over them, before alternating to pinching, and that made him make the most gorgeous sounds. But then, you started growing tired of it, and decided he didn't deserve your gentle kisses or touch.
"You're only ever polite when you want something." You bit hard into his neck then, with your dull human teeth, abruptly pulling the strap out almost all the way before pushing into him again. Hard. Your hips snapped against his. You pushed his face back down into the mattress and he yelped in surprise.
He was moaning into the pillows, shameless and uncouth, his hands digging into the silk sheets at his sides. You held him at the pretty incline of that ridiculously small waist of his to prevent him from pushing back onto you. As much as the idea of him fucking himself onto the toy enticed you, opening himself up like a perfect little whore for you, you would decide how he would feel pleasure tonight, not him.
Which is why, when he tried to sneak one of his hands between himself and the mattress to touch at his painfully neglected cock, you retaliated by pinning both his hands behind his back.
"Please, mon cher, I need you to touch me there. Please! I'll be good for you. I promise." He looked over his shoulder as best as he could with his arms pinned, brows furrowed. He looked pathetic, lips swollen from the harsh kissing from before and from him biting them. His hair was a golden halo around his head.
"Turn around." You ordered him, sternly, releasing his hands from your grip, and he smiled big, revealing his fangs. He eagerly flipped onto his back, and spread his legs wide for you. His hips arched into the bed, and he put his hands above his head. He looked positively sinful like this.
Your left hand rested on his thigh, and you trailed the right from his right knee to his inner thigh to his hole. Pink and puffy from being fucked into with your strap, it quivered under your touch, giving into the pressure your finger applied easily, tightening around it as it pushed inside. The muscles of his stomach fluttered from the sensation of it.
"Still so tight for me." You crooked the finger so it would brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him.
"Mon dieu!" His legs fell impossibly wider, trembling a bit.
"Aw, baby, your legs are shaking." Your left hand, still on his thigh, rubbed it gently, forgetting for a moment that you were supposed to be mad at him. He bathed in the unexpected kindness you offered him, mouth gaping and letting out little gasps. His eyes were scrunched closed, and he looked too beautiful. And your rage dissipated into desire momentarily, so you took the opportunity to surprise him with your mouth.
You closed your lips around the head of his dick, so red and swollen at the tip. His head snapped down to look at you, watching you bob slowly on his length. And when you added another finger inside him, alongside the first, his eyes rolled back into his head, which collapsed back onto the pillows.
"I won't.. I won't last like this. It's too much." You could tell he struggled to speak. To think.
"You going all dumb on me already?" You smiled at him after releasing his cock from your mouth with a pop. He nodded feverishly, empty headed and pleasure filled.
You sat up, positioning yourself between his legs. You slid the strap-on into his hole again, as much as you could. You drove in and out of him a few times, before spitting down on his cock and taking it into your hand.
"You treat me so well. Make me feel so good." He voice was so broken and frantic now, a far cry from the smooth confidence he usually excuded.
"You have a funny way of showing it most of the time." You argued, starting to allow your hand to drift away from his dick, but he grabbed it before it could get too far and he led it back. "I'm sorry! Please! I'll be so good for you! I'll be-" He moaned so sweet then, in reaction to a particularly deep thrust. "I'll be your good boy." And so you kept your hand between his legs, swinging your wrist up and down his length, tightening your grip so it was on the verge of being painful.
"Yes!" You were fucking him with deep slow thrusts now, your hand a fast blur on his cock in contrast.
"Want you to come for me, baby. Can you do that? Can you be good slut and cum for me?" Your voice was belittling and praising all at once and he got off on it, pulsing in your hand. He hummed out a response, drowning in the pleasure, unable to speak.
You kissed him, passionately, and he gasped into it. Your lips trailed to his neck, and you allowed your fangs to protract before biting into him. He nearly screamed at the sensation. He came, hard, shooting red stained ropes onto your hand and his chest. You stroked him firmly through it. His blood tasted sweet with his orgasm. You suckled on the wound for a few seconds before pulling your mouth away, and your strap out of him.
You lifted your hand to your mouth to taste the blood infused cum. And then you slid backwards off of the bed before slipping off the harness.
Lestat was still coming down from his orgasm. His heart was pounding, albeit slower than before, and slowing more with every passing second. You laid next to the left of him on your side, head propped up with your arm. Your other hand trailed your fingers from his eye brows, down his nose, to the small crevice in the middle of his bottom lip. When his eyes opened, his pupils were still blown.
For a second he thought you were done.
Your right hand flew to his cock, and began tugging on it.
"Cher, I can't.. I-" His nose was crinkling and his brows were creasing. Poor baby.
"You'll take what I give you." You told him, as he grabbed into the sheets with one hand and onto you with the other.
"So- ah! I'm so sensitive." You used his cum as lube, not letting it go soft. Why put quick vampire refractory periods to waste?
"I know, baby, I know." You were talking to him so mean now, mocking him.
"But you're just gonna take it aren't you? You're gonna let me do it, because you love me and you want my attention."
"Yes!" He squeaked, trying not to let his body convulse. How cute. He was trying so hard to be a good boy for you. His chest muscles tensed and flexed with the effort. He buried his face in your neck, making cute, pathetic little sounds.
"I want you to come again for me." You told him, moving your hand faster.
"I don't know if I can." His voice was muffled as he spoke against your skin. "Not this soon after-"
"You will, because I told you to."
"Okay... Okay." He would say yes to anything right now. His brain had short circuited, and he couldn't muster even a single thought.
You kept stroking him, and he kept whimpering into your neck, growing louder and louder. He was getting closer already, again.
"You gonna come again for me baby?"
"Mmm!" You smiled, watching his cock as you jerked him quicker.
"Gonna-!" At the last second he ripped his head from the nook between your shoulder and neck to watch his cock cum. You pumped it as it shot all over himself again. He was trembling and was moaning, so girly it didn't even sound like him.
You took your hand away, and lapped at it again, tasting the blood. You used it to wipe Lestat's hair from his blood-sweat covered forehead. He was panting, mouth open wide.
"You did so good for me. So good." You caressed his forehead as he came down from his orgasm.
"I love you." He whispered through the heavy breaths.
"I love you too. But you're still a brat."
He laughed at that.
"I promised you something..." His throat worked, hoarse, "something about me using my mouth to make you come, over and over." His fangs had retracted, and he smiled, eyes still closed. "Yeah, I think I remember you saying that." When he finally did let his eyes fall open he looked so breathtaking. Cheeks red. Eyes glossy, small red tears in the corners. Blood on his lip from biting it so hard. And then, suddenly, he kissed you, grabbing your face with both his hands. You laughed into the kiss, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he pushed you onto your back.
He kept kissing you, just on your lips for a short while, before letting his mouth travel to your nipples. He alternated between the two, using his fingers to play with the one he wasn't sucking. And just when you felt you couldn't take anymore, and you needed to be touched between your legs, he moved his body there.
You stared at him, looking up at you with wide eyes, and you buried your hands in his hair.
"My beautiful boy." He looked like an angel. Or maybe, more accurately, a devil. He was perfect.
He kissed your inner thighs gently, before giving your cunt a lick from bottom to top. You sighed from the pleasure. He took your clit into your mouth and suckled at it, using one of his hands to finger you all the while.
"You're so fucking wet, cher." He parted from you for a second to whisper, amazed. You hadn't even noticed, too distracted and consumed by giving Lestat pleasure to think of your own. He kept at it, sucking your clit, occasionally giving it very gentle nibbles, and fingering you. You got lost in it. In him. And with the images from a few moments ago devouring all your thoughts, him writhing as you fucked into him, him spreading his hole for you, him cumming so beautifully twice, it didn't take long for you to get close yourself.
You told him when you were on the edge, and he quickened the pace just a bit, to push you over. Those few seconds before it hit were divine, heightened by Lestat humming against your clit. And then you came, hands clutching into Lestat's golden waves.
He didn't stop, not until your body felt limp under him. Your eyes were shut tight, and Lestat surprised you with another kiss.
"Well, that's one."