based off rory culkin's depiction of euronymous, not the real øystein aarseth!!
euronymous comes home stressed from rehearsal, taking it out on you.
themes include - spanking, choking, light bondage, oral (m!receiving), afab, female genitalia mentioned, degradation - use of the word bitch, slut, whore, orgasm denial, knife play - getting fucked with his knife, praise, dom!euro, sub!reader, hair pulling, dacryphilia, breeding, p in v, biting.
euronymous is very mean in this, this might not be for everyone:((
øystein had been gone for a couple of days, his band insisting that they all focus on the production of their music. øystein hated the thought of you being on your own, being defenceless if any danger was to arise. thus, he'd made you stay at his apartment.
you were sleeping in his bed, wearing one of his t-shirts which was obviously too big for you and your favourite panties. the covers were lazily draped over your body as you lay on your stomach, the window of his bedroom wide open to let the heat escape.
it was around 2am when øystein pushed open the door to his apartment. with a sigh, he dragged a hand through his hair and threw the musical equipment he was carrying on the sofa.
with a creak, the bedroom door opened and øystein stood by the doorway. he gritted his teeth as he saw you, his eyes traveling from your exposed legs to the fully open window.
he'd told you so many times. when you were sleeping alone, keep the windows shut. what if someone was to climb in?
silently, he kicked his boots off and slid off his leather jacket, letting it clang against the wooden floor as he walked to his drawers.
you stirred from the noise, lifting your head and squinting your eyes as you looked at the dark shadow across the room. "øystein?" you murmured, face etched with sleep.
he didn't answer you, roughly pushing the clothes inside his drawer aside in search of his favourite items.
you sat up at his silence, rubbing your eyes breifly. "are you okay?"
finally he turned to you. you were barely able to make out his facial expression beneath the dark of the room, but something about his silence told you he was angry.
"go back to sleep," he mumbled, his voice low. "i'll be a few minutes,". he wanted you asleep before he gave you what you were asking for - or so he thought you were asking for.
oblivious to the objects he held in his hands, and still half-asleep, you shrugged and decided you could just ask him what was wrong in the morning. you lay back down against his pillows, snuggling your face into the covers of his bed.
he watched you for a couple of moments, leaving the room to act busy until he heard your soft breathing again.
he walked over to you, gently sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you. he stared down at your face, then down to his ridden up shirt and the exposed skin of your legs. "stupid girl," he muttered.
"fucking stupid.." he whispered.
he placed his hand on your upper thigh, his thumb stroking the delicate skin there. "baby?", he spoke, feigning gentleness - like a calm before the storm.
you stirred again, opening your eyes. you groaned quietly as he woke you up for the second time, eyes landing on his face. "what?"
with his other hand, he gripped his knife and brought it up to brush some strands of your hair away from your face. "what did i tell you about that fucking window?" he murmured, dragging the flat side of the knife down your cheek until it rested against your throat.
you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, too tired to even tell what he was talking about. "what are you talking ab-" you murmured before he shut you up.
he huffed a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head. his black hair fell in front of his face, making him look almost ominous. "i guess i didn't make it clear enough then, did i? my pretty angel need to be taught a lesson?" he asked rhetorically, already taking his hand away from your thigh to get his handcuffs instead.
"øystein.." you whined quietly. "can't you wait until the morning? i'm tired," you mumbled.
he grabbed one of your wrists, despite your resistance and locked a cuff around it. "you think i give a fuck?". he tugged you further up the bed, wrapping the handcuff around one of his bedposts and then securing your other wrist so that your hands were up and bound.
you shivered as the covers slipped away from your body, looking up at his face.
he stood up and roughly shut the window, his voice a low murmur. "what if someone came in? saw you sleeping like that?" he spoke, eyes glancing down to your half exposed body. "or did you want that? i leave for a couple of days and you turn into a whore, huh?"
your breathing shallowed as you listened to him. you'd always enjoyed how rough he could be, but right now he seemed genuinely serious. you shook your head, tugging at the handcuffs. "n-no? i was just too warm.."
he shook his head, tapping a finger against the cold metal of the knife he held in his hand besides him as he walked over to you again. "you should've listened to me.." he cooed, stopping above you.
he dragged the tip of the knife up along the skin of your inner thigh, until it scraped against the edge of your panties.
your eyes flickered nervously between the knife in the middle your legs and his face. you couldn't deny the heat that began pooling between your thighs, mixed with the slight fear and exhilaration of him actually hurting you.
"maybe i should give you what you want, since you wanted to be such a whore?" he questioned. he got on the bed fully now, sitting on the lower half of your legs and trapping you.
"øystein i wasnt...wasn't being a whore," you murmured, trying to sound as convincing as you could despite the dampening of your panties.
he leaned forwards, pressing his lips against yours to make you be quiet. his kiss was rough and deep, like he was releasing every frustration into your mouth.
meanwhile, he turned the knife around, tucking the sharp of it away in the palm of his hand so he didn't hurt you. you felt the handle of it slipping under the lace of your panties, dragging along your slit.
your thighs twitched, a small whimper escaping your lips.
øystein pulled back, flicking on a lamp on his bedside table and looking down at the handle of the knife. his eyes narrowed slightly, bringing it up so you could see it - the handle of it wet from your pussy.
"what's that then?" he asked you.
your lips parted, unsure of what to say to him. your eyes followed his hand as he revealed the sharp of the knife again, using his other hand to pull the fabric of your panties away from your hip as he cut them off you.
he threw them on the floor, adjusting how he was sat so that he could part your thighs a little more. "is this what you want?" he murmured, looking between your exposed pussy already dripping and your embarrassed face. "to get off on my knife? you fuckin' whore?"
you pressed your lips together, your whole body beginning to feel warm. your skin began to tingle with need and your breathing shallow. "øystein.." you murmured.
"don't move," he mumbled, using his thumb and forefinger with one hand to spread your pussy and the other holding his knife tightly.
you whimpered quietly, trying to stay as still as possible. your thighs jolted a little as you felt the cold, flat side of the metal tap against your clit. you bit down hard on your bottom lip, keeping your eyes shut.
øystein moved carefully, not actually wanting to hurt you, just wanting you to remember - he was the one in control.
after a few more taps, he tucked the sharp blade of the knife away into his palm again and pressed the handle of it against your pussy.
"tell me you want it," he spoke lowly, eyes glancing up at your face.
you nodded your head, tugging at the handcuffs. "please, i want it.." you whispered.
øystein felt his cock harden in his jeans at the sight of you, licking his lips briefly. "stupid bitch," he mumbled as he pressed the handle of the knife inside of your pussy.
you gasped at the stretch, different to anything you'd felt before. his fingers or his dick were warm and familiar. but this, this was cold and hard. you felt the ridges and intricate design on the pattern of the knife scrape gently against the wet walls of your pussy as he pushed it inside of you.
your restrained hands balled up in fists above your head, trying to stay as still as you could to avoid injury - although øystein was already very careful.
small moans began spilling from your lips as øystein set a steady rhythm, sliding the handle of his knife in and out of you with ease.
you were just beginning to get lost in the pleasure he was giving you before he pulled it out abruptly. you whined softly, eyes landing on his face.
he took hold of your jaw roughly, pressing the pad of his thumb against your lower lip to open your mouth. he pushed the handle of the knife into your mouth, making you taste yourself on it.
"you gonna use this pretty mouth on me, baby?" he muttered, pushing the handle of the knife further down your throat. "show me what a good slut you are," he continued on. you gagged a little, tugging at the handcuffs as you tried nodding your head.
a small grin formed on øystein's face at your struggle, watching as you gagged around his knife. he thrusted it inside of your throat purely for his own satisfaction. "what was that? can't hear you," he said mockingly.
you whimpered around the handle of the knife as his other hand made its way to your pussy, fingers rubbing punishing circles over your swollen clit.
your hips bucked up into his fingers, body tightening and moaning embarrassingly loud.
the rough handle of his knife slammed into your uvula with every thrust, his fingers sliding down and inside of your pussy - matching the rhythm of the knife in your mouth.
your thighs were shaking already from how fast he moved, your body writhing beneath him as he ruined you. tears began brimming your eyes as your throat began to hurt, the pain only serving to make the pleasure pooling through your lower abdomen more intense.
øystein felt his cock pulsing under his jeans, groaning quietly to himself as he watched the tears building in your eyes. he curled his fingers inside of your pussy, dragging them roughly along your sweet spot. "crying?" he muttered, his pace not faltering. "this is only what you deserve, what all whores deserve..".
finally he pulled the knife out of your throat. gasping for air, you coughed, swallowing the saliva that had built up at the back of your throat. yet just as you thought he might be giving you the chance of a sweet release, he pulled his fingers out of your pussy too.
he let the knife fall onto the bed carelessly, his hand wiping the couple of tears that fell from your eyes. he leaned closer, pressing his lips against where your tears were - but as per usual, just as you thought he was being nice, his hand came down hard on your cheek, slapping you. "stop crying.. you look pathetic," he mumbled, thumb soothing the now red skin of your cheek.
he reached up to move your hands, taking the small chain of the handcuffs from around the bed post. you whimpered quietly as you felt the blood rushing back to your arms, wrists still tightly secured by the metal.
"touch yourself," he said simply, standing up from the bed to remove his clothes.
"øystein.." you murmured hesitantly, feeling slightly embarrassed.
he dragged a hand through his hair, earning another sharp slap against the skin of your thigh whilst simultaneously spreading them. "do you ever fucking listen?" he spoke, grabbing your wrist and making you touch yourself.
a quiet sigh left your lips as your fingers brushed over your clit, shivering as he watched you.
øystein pulled his shirt over his head, then unclasped his belt. he paused before he threw it on the floor, placing it on the bed incase he decided to use it later on.
you were biting down on your bottom lip, fingers moving faster over your clit as you watched him undress - masturbating to the sight of him.
his cock was hard, tip already leaking as he kicked off his boxers and his eyes finally landed on you again.
his hands were rough as he grabbed and manoeuvred you, sitting himself down on the bed and you on your knees on the floor in front of him.
he licked his lips as he looked down at you, running a soft hand through your hair. his fingers trailed down to your throat, squeezing.
your eyes were up on him, your heart slamming against your ribcage as you sat silently in anticipation. your throat already ached from his knife, so the thought of his cock instead almost made you squirm.
"open," he said as his fingers landed in your hair again, gripping the strands tightly. you whimpered almost immediately at the pain of his hand, quiet murmurs of his name falling from your lips.
his other hand held his cock, tapping the wet tip against your bottom lip. he pulled your head closer, sliding himself over your tongue with a quiet moan.
øystein loosened his grip in your hair, letting you take initiative and wrap your lips around his cock. his thighs twitched beneath you at the sensation of your warm mouth wrapping around him. he let his eyes flutter shut, murmuring intelligible praises.
"f-fuck that's it.." he groaned quietly, guiding your head to take him deeper. "come on, you can take it," he whispered, unable to stop the way his hand pressed against the back of your head.
you whimpered softly around him, your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing as he took control. the vibrations of your whimper traveled along the length of his cock, making him buck his hips up into your throat.
he was trying to be nice, let you do it on your own, but you just felt so good. he groaned softly as he wrapped his other hand up in your hair too, moving your head along his cock.
his tip brushed against the back of your throat as he fucked your mouth, quiet groans falling from his lips. you swallowed around him, saliva building up on your tongue as he fucked himself up into you.
one hand moved to press against the back of your head, the other reaching for his knife and pressing it against the soft skin of your throat. he looked down at you, the sight of you gagging and trembling with his cock shoved down your throat making him push his hips harder inside of you.
your jaw was beginning to ache and your throat stung as he used you. your own hand slipped down between your thighs, moaning around him as you rubbed soft circles against your clit - trying to distract yourself from the pain in your throat.
øystein held your head still, pressing the knife harder against your throat as he leant back slightly, fucking himself up into your throat.
"oh fuck..fuck.." he murmured, his hips stuttering as he felt his lower abdomen begin to tighten.
he noticed your hands between your thighs, throwing the knife aside so that he could grab your wrists.
"fucking slut...you don't- oh fuck... you don't get to do that," he said gruffly. he held your hands against his thighs so that you could no longer touch yourself, fucking into your throat harder now as a form of punishment.
your eyes watered even more, a couple of stray tears falling from them as he abused your throat.
he knew it was hurting you, but he was so close..
"i'm almost...almost there baby, shit... doin' so good for me.." he mumbled. he stared down at you, wanting to try and push you a little bit further. he let go of the handcuffs, letting your wrists drop down into your lap. his thumb and forefinger moved to clamp over your nose, your breathing completely restricted.
you whimpered louder around him, the vibrations making him moan louder too as he felt the pleasure pooling and tightening in his abdomen.
"fuck, fuck.." he whispered, forcing your head down until your nose was pressed against his crotch.
he groaned, holding your head there as he rocked softly now into you. his warm cum coated the back of your throat, making you gag once again, desperate for a breath.
the second you felt his grip relax, you immediately pushed away from him. your hands landed on the floor in front of you to steady yourself as you gasped for air, coughing. you breathed shakily as you finally regulated your breathing, wiping your spit away from your chin with the back of your hand.
he breathed heavily through parted lips, his cock still hard as he pumped it slowly with his hand whilst looking down at you.
he took hold of your jaw and made you face him, blue eyes piercing through yours. he tugged you up to a standing position, slamming his lips against yours. his tongue was immediately pushing past your lips, teeth banging together.
he stood up too and pulled away, using his knee to push you so you were on the bed instead. he finally removed the handcuffs from your wrists, throwing them somewhere on the floor behind him.
"lay down," he murmured, following suit after you and crawling above you.
he slid his hands up your shirt, his lips finding yours again as his hands traveled along the skin of your torso up to your tits.
now that your hands were finally free, you placed them on his shoulders, gently squeezing them as you kissed him back.
your shirt was quickly discarded onto the floor, and you looked up at him with hesitant eyes as you saw him holding his belt.
"øystein...please dont'," you murmured.
he looked at you with mock pity, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he dragged the cold leather of the belt down your chest. "you don't listen to me otherwise, you're just a whore...my whore, so you're going to take it," he said with a low tone, gently slapping it against the skin of your abdomen. he smiled as you flinched, continuing on. "and you're going to like it.." another slap, "and after, you're going to thank me for it,"
øystein knew you'd use your safe word if you really didn't want it, but honestly? he just loved how you looked when you cried. it brought him some kind of weird satisfaction to know that he was the mere cause of all of your emotions.
he shifted you so you were laying on your stomach, your bare ass exposed to him.
you exhaled a shaky breath, your hands already gripping the fabric of the pillow beneath your head as you awaited your spanking.
he ran his hand over your ass, the cold metal of his rings a stark contrast to your hot and flushed skin.
then, out of nowhere, the slap of his belt against your ass echoed around the otherwise silent room. you whimpered quiet pleas and utters of his name, your skin stinging.
"for having the window open," he mumbled.
another slap. you shut your eyes, your whole body flinching away from the leather belt. the studs on it only added to the sting which was burning along your ass.
"for going to sleep lookin' like a fucking dirty whore,"
a quiet sob reluctantly left your lips, tears pricking at your eyes. the skin of your ass was red, small bruises already forming on your delicate skin.
by the fifth hit of his belt, you were fully crying. "øystein please...i-im sorry," you sobbed softly.
he bit down on his bottom lip, groaning under his breath as you pleaded with him. his cock was twitching in his hand as he slowly jerked himself off at the sight and sound of you.
he hit you with the belt once last time, purely for his own sadistic satisfaction before letting it fall onto the floor.
"now what do you say?" he said, his hand soothing the burning skin.
"thank you," you whispered, swallowing as you wiped the tears away from your cheeks.
he squeezed your ass, making you whimper again beneath him. "louder.."
"t-thank you! fuck, thank you.." you mewled.
he released a small sigh, turning you over so that you were laying on your back and looking up at him.
he leaned over you as his hands cupped your face. he stared down at you silently for a moment, taking the time to appreciate how pretty you looked with your cheeks flushed and wet.
he kissed your lips again, deeper this time, his cock already probing at your sensitive pussy. he groaned quietly against your lips, one of his hands dropping to your tits.
"need you.." he murmured against you, his thumb and forefinger squeezing your nipple. you moaned quietly into his mouth, hips bucking up into him.
you ran your fingers through his hair, tilting your head to the side as he pushed his tongue deeper inside of your mouth.
his hand on your tits trailed down to his own cock, grabbing himself at the base and sliding his tip along your dripping pussy.
you moaned needily, your hands trying to pull him closer.
øystein leant up, his other hand pushing your thighs apart so he could watch himself as he pushed his cock inside of you.
he didn't give you any time to adjust, his cock aching from how bad he needed you. his eyes fell shut for a moment, the feel of your tight walls wrapping around him sending him dizzy.
your body shivered beneath him as his cock impaled you over and over, your hands gripping his forearms at the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through your body.
quiet moans of his names were uncontrollably spilling from your lips, your hips softly grinding up to meet his thrusts.
his hand found its way to your throat as if it belonged there, restricting your airways just right.
he breathed heavily, his other hand moving to lift your hips up which allowed him to plunge into you at a deeper angle.
"fuck...needed this so bad" he whispered, staring down as your pussy swallowed him repeatedly.
you were a moaning, whimpering mess - your abdomen already knotting up and your pussy clenching around him. "please, please.." you whimpered, so close to the release you'd been thinking about since the moment he left.
he took his hand away from your throat to rub harsh circles against your clit instead, wanting to watch the way you squirmed around his cock as you finished.
your lips parted in a silent moan as the knot released, your back arching up into his chest. the pleasure pooled through every nerve in your body. you dug your nails into his skin, moaning softly beneath him.
øystein groaned at the sight of you, his body slumping forwards to bury his head in the crook of your neck as his hips began to lose his rhythm.
he bit down roughly against the curve of your neck, making you gasp and clench around him. he did it again in search for the same reaction, and your second clench finished him.
he gripped your waist with both hands, his hips stuttering as his cum filled up your pussy. "oh fuck.." he groaned quietly, rocking into you slower now.
your hand slid down to his back, breathing heavily as his pace came to a complete stop.
he lifted off you after a moment, his movements gentler now. he slowly pulled his cock away until only the tip was left inside, milking himself inside of you.
"øystein, stop it.." you whined quietly, knowing exactly what he was doing.
he pulled his tip out after another few moments, watching as his cum spilled from your pussy. the sight was almost enough to make him instantly hard again.
"you're so hot," he murmured, using a finger to push it back inside of you.
øystein had one arm around your shoulders as he lay next to you, the both of you still catching your breath.
"missed you," he spoke quietly, lighting a cigarette which rested between his lips with his free hand.
you sighed quietly, head nestled against his chest as your body began to inevitably ache. "i missed you too,"
he glanced down at you, running his fingers along the skin of your arm.
"i wasn't too rough, was i?"
a/n - i'm ovulating + somethings meowing
