TW: smoking, masochism, sugar daddy m!reader, mentions of sex, use of the term “daddy” as a term of affection, mentions of cigarette burns, hickeys and love bites, mentions of spankings and bondage, Dom/Sub dynamic, masochism, mentions of bdsm, age gap, sub!bill
Bill had a sugar daddy, well sort of, the older man treated him well, spoiled him, loved him, etc. but the best part was the sex. The sex was always sweet and gentle, always at a slow pace and never too much for bill unless he asked for more yet even then they had established safe words and a red, yellow, green system for when things got more intense. Yet even then the two were pretty vanilla in bed, the harsher things only really being overstimulation and such.
Bill had never had much interest in more extreme stuff, only a bit of bondage and basic things that he never acted on. Yet the night they were having sex and the older man dropped his lit cig on Bill’s back which triggered the most extreme orgasm bill had ever felt changed bill for the better. He began to research more extreme forms of bdsm and some sounding more appealing than others, spanking being one of them.
And so here they were, post heavy spanking and more gentle yet still harsh sex, both men basking in the afterglow as bill relished in the soft persistent sting of his punished ass, large red handprints being more prominent in some places over the stretch of reddened and now sensitive skin. His ass ached and stung, his frail body curled into his sugar daddy’s side with his head on his chest as the older man calmly smoked a cigarette.
The older man would occasionally flick his cigarette and let the sprinkles of ashes fall over bill before kissing his head, but bill didn’t mind, only laying there against him as his soft, warm breaths blew over m/n’s chest. Bills head tilted up to admire m/n, his sharp jaw, his stern eyes, his stoic yet somehow sweet expression.. bill loved him a lot, sure he was supposed the strictly be Bill’s sugar daddy, but the older man had a much stronger effect on him. Sure he bought him things and drove him places, brought him out to dinner and spoiled him rotten with luxuries, but the way he held and kissed bill, the way he swayed them slowly when he hugged bill from behind.. the touch and affection meant more. It was so domestic and sweet.. it made bill feel loved and appreciated more than any of his past relationships, and despite the small age gap bill was perfectly fine being with m/n for the rest of his life.
Bill was pulled out of his thoughts by a gentle pair of warm hands taking one of bills hands into his, his sugar daddy lifting Bill’s hand and observing the red marks on his wrists from where m/n had used his belt to keep Bill’s hands together so he’d quit squirming when being spanked.
“These hurt? I mean I know they’re a bit irritated but I’ll get you some ointment for them..” m/n stated softly, bringing Bill’s wrists to his lips and gently kissing the red friction burns which just made bill fall in love all over again.
“N-no… they feel fine daddy..” bill murmured, a pink flush obvious on Bill’s pale skin as he blushed at the way m/n treated him.
“You sure? You wouldn’t lie to daddy, would you?” M/n questioned, knowing the answer as he let go of Bill’s wrists and let them rest on his bare chest as they both laid there. Bill only shook his head, curling back against his sugar daddy’s side. The room was silent for a while, letting the two’s minds run wild in the allowed time.
Yet bill was brought out of his thoughts and romantic fantasies about Paris by a burning pain on his shoulder and a low grunt of ‘shit’ from his sugar daddy, his only response being to let out a moan as he quickly felt a gentle thumb rubbing over the small pink circle soothing the pain away. It was only when he saw m/n toss the stump of his cigarette into the ashtray on their bedside table that bill realized that his sugar daddy had just snuffed his cigarette on his bare skin.. and that he’d liked it..
It was a weird sensation sure, a cigarette burn wasn’t anywhere near pleasant, but it made his belly tingle and flutter and confused bill greatly as he looks up at m/n with large doe eyes filled with various different emotions. And the older man just chuckled at his confusion.
“So my boy likes pain? Yknow it was an accident but I would’ve done it sooner if I’d known you’d moan like that.” M/n commented like it was normal, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to Bill’s raven locks.
“Didn’t mean to burn my baby..” m/n cooed as he gently combed his fingers through Bill’s hair, pulling him closer to his bare torso. Bill couldn’t help but blush, unable to form words as his emotions clouded his ability to think properly, the poor boy was just too confused.
“It’s fine sweetheart.. I truly don’t mind it.” Bill looked up at the older man, only able to form a small squeak before m/n gently shushed bill and lifted him into his lap. He kissed Bill’s forehead when he whimpered, m/n’s grip having been just a bit too harsh on Bill’s poor thighs and ass that were a painful stinging red.
“‘M sorry baby..” he murmured as bill settled against him. “I’ll go get some ointment yeah? Then we can put on some pajamas and go to bed.” M/n gently pried bill off of him, getting out of bed and pulling a bathrobe on before leaving to get bill some ointment for his wrists and backside. Bill whined when the older man left, but ointment did sound nice… bill just curled up and slowly or more so quickly fell asleep in the warmth his sugar daddy had left behind.
“Bill? I got the- oh..” m/n stopped in the doorway, ointment in hand as his eyes fell upon a curled up bill snoring softly and sleeping peacefully. He sighed and put the ointment on the bedside table, stripping away his bathrobe and climbing back into bed with his boy. M/n couldn’t help but chuckle at the adorable sight as he scooped Bill’s frail, nude body into his arms and situated himself to where bill was laying against him in a half spooning position.
Bill awakened as m/n lifted him up and moved him, grunting and whimpering a small “daddy…” only for m/n to shush him softly.
“Shh… Go to sleep baby… we’ll talk in the morning..” the older man cooed, kissing Bill’s head as he pulled the blankets over the two of them. The two slowly fell asleep, bill wrapped up in his sugar daddy’s arms as he snored contentedly. It had been a long, long day and they definitely needed a good sleep.
HOORAYYYYY!! This is a bit rushed so forgive me but I’m happy with it. I’ve been feeling like dog shit so sorry for not posting, also recently realized Tokio Hotel makes my migraines hurt a lot less so that’s a plus. Anyway, luv u guys <3
Tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @cherry-rawr @billskeis and ofc @d0wn-in-the-morgue too
Oh and @divinelolita i thought you’d want to see this too :3
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