Ring My Bell
Ominis x f!reader
Words: 3,492
Trope: pet play
MDNI 🔞
Your husband Ominis has developed an intense infatuation with your choice of Halloween costume and when he finally has you alone, he intends to show you just how thoroughly you've held his attention all evening.
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It started as a Halloween costume and a passing joke. When you and Ominis first moved into your London townhouse, you were insistent on throwing a Halloween party, inviting all of your old friends from school and some of his new colleagues at the Ministry. The party went off without a hitch but the most memorable part of the evening was Ominis’s reaction to your choice of costume, rather one particular detail of it.
You dressed as a black cat. Donning little fuzzy ears, a tail tied to your waist, and a collar. The dainty black ribbon was adorned with a tiny metal bell. When you emerged into his study to show your dear husband your costume, he stiffened visibly before you even made your way closer to him.
“What’s that noise?” He muttered, brows knitting slightly.
You froze a moment, halfway to his desk. Your fingers instinctively reached up to your neck, holding the bell in place to subdue the noise.
You and Ominis had been married and living together for months and friends for many years, but you still sometimes made silly mistakes that didn’t take into account his blindness or his hypersensitivity to sounds, smells and touch. He was often overwhelmed by loud or insistent noises and suddenly the bell at your throat felt like another careless mistake.
“Oh, it’s just a collar. I decided to dress as a cat for the party.” You explained. “Does the noise bother you? I can take it off if it-”
“No.” He interjected quickly before catching himself. “I-I just mean you needn't change your costume for me…and I don’t mind the noise.”
His voice softened into its usual affectionate warmth that he always gave you when he spoke again.
“Here, come show me.”
He rolled back in his leather desk chair, motioning for you to stand in front of him. As soon as you were within reach, his arms wrapped around your hips, pulling you to him. His pale cheek rested against the deep black velvet of your dress.
“Soft. I’m sure you look lovely, my dear.” He murmured sweetly.
He placed a lingering kiss to your stomach before loosening his grip on you.
“Here, feel my ears.” You said excitedly, leaning down towards him.
His hand hovered a bit over your head before his fingers brushed one of the fuzzy black ears. Before he could hide it, you saw his eyes widen just a bit at the sensation. He tentatively petted the ear, schooling his expression into mild indifference.
“Cute.” He noted, pulling his hand away.
You narrowed your eyes at him, not convinced.
“You like it…”
“Is that a question or an accusation?” He rebutted, leaning back into his chair.
“Neither. An offer, perhaps…”
The tips of his ears were already turning pink but now he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The two of you were never the wild types back at Hogwarts, but something about being married now and living in this new home together had made it increasingly difficult to keep your hands off of one another as of late.
“You’re a devilish little witch, you know that?” He murmured, trailing his fingers against the edge of his desk slowly and likely remembering how he took you right on that very spot just a few days prior.
“I do, actually.” You answered with a bratty sort of smile.
He shook his head but your suggestion clearly had an effect on him. When you finally turned to leave and head down to finish setting up, his voice called to you on your way out.
“Keep the little outfit on after the guests take their leave.” He said calmly, a small smile lingering on his lips.
The night unwound in laughter, familiar faces and old stories. The drinks flowed freely and Sebastian had been feeding Ominis a steady supply of whiskey, insisting he celebrate the purchase of his first home properly. Even in his rare, tipsy state you still caught his head tilting in your direction as you played the role of dutiful hostess, buzzing around the room and leaving the tiny, metallic chime of your bell in your wake. His attention never fully left you.
When the final guest departed with a wave, and the front door finally clicked shut for the final time, his hands were already wrapping around your waist, pulling you to his strong, broad chest.
“Ominis!” You teasingly swatted at his arms but they only wound around you tighter, his fingers digging into your sides slightly.
“My little kitten has been busy playing hostess tonight. Her husband is feeling rather neglected.” He murmured against the nape of your neck.
His lips pressed against the satin black ribbon just slightly and you could smell the spicy firewhiskey fanning across your skin as he spoke.
“Oh what a tragedy. What am I to do to get back in your good graces, Mr Gaunt.” You teased.
“Mm, I have a few ideas…” He began pulling you backward, deeper into the home.
He placed a sloppy trail of kisses against your neck, just above the collar, nearly stumbling into the vestibule in his drunken clumsiness. The two of you didn’t make it to your bedroom. Instead, he opted to pull you into the open door of his study.
The little bell at your throat chimed when he pinned you against the wall. His lips began traveling up to your jaw, leaving whiskey laced kisses on your skin.
“Are you going to be a good little pet for me?” He whispered against your ear.
The heavy, demanding weight of his words were a shock to your system but they stirred a warmth deep in your stomach. Seeing your quiet, passive husband so thoroughly emboldened by the heat of his desire for you was a marvel.
“Yes.” You gasped as his teeth teased your pulse point, just beneath your ear.
“Good girl.” He murmured. “I could hear your every move all night. It nearly drove me mad.”
“See, I knew you liked it.” You muttered amusedly.
In response to your teasing, he sank his fingers into your hair and pulled downward until you had no choice but to sink to your knees before him. The show of force stole your breath.
Bracing your palms against his thighs, you looked up to see the pure beauty of an undone Ominis Gaunt looming over you in such a rare, domineering fashion.
“Of course I did,” He began, already tugging at his belt. The sound of leather and metal cracked through the quiet room. “Knowing exactly where my wife is at all times is an indulgence I didn’t know I craved until tonight.”
When he finally pulled his thick, pulsing manhood free you didn’t waste a moment, licking across the weeping, blunt head. He groaned, bracing his hand against the wall above you as you collected a bead of sticky, sweet precum with your tongue.
“That’s it, show me exactly how a good little pet pleases her husband.” He urged, voice raspy and strained.
His other hand reached down, lingering on the soft fur of your cat ears before cupping the back of your head to pull you closer. Your fingers could barely wrap around him fully but you grasped him in your hand anyway, nuzzling your cheek against his throbbing length. The contact against your skin made him squeeze his eyes shut.
You studied his every tremor, every hitch of his breath as you continued to tease him. His blonde strands hung down towards you and his pale cheeks and neck were flushed red with firewhiskey and warm desire. You placed little feather light kisses up the length of him slowly, darting your tongue out to lick the little beauty mark he had on the right side of his shaft. Every movement of your head filled the room with the little chime of your collar.
“Naughty girl, don't tease me.” He groaned through gritted teeth.
Pushing him just a little further, you trailed your tongue from the base of him, up to the underside of his sensitive head. His fingers gripped onto one of the fuzzy black ears fastened to your hair. He used it to tug your head back from him, making the bell swing against your throat.
“If you think you can tease me like this in my condition and not face the consequences, you’re a very foolish little witch.” His voice was a low, gravely warning. “Open for me, pet.”
His commanding tone and rough touch only served to make your mouth water in anticipation. You parted your lips obediently, looking up at his focused expression through your lashes. He kept his grip on your ear as he guided himself toward the inviting, wet warmth of your mouth. His head fell back, exposing the small cluster of beauty marks under his jaw.
“So warm…” He murmured in a haze as he slid past your lips and across your tongue.
His other hand came down to grip your other ear as he urged you to take more of him. You let out a muffled noise, bracing your hand harder against his thigh as he hit the back of your throat. The mingling noises of your bell and your muffled little whimpers were like a symphony to him.
“Take it, kitten. All of it.” He grunted.
He began guiding your head up and down him slowly at first, the little bell singing out to him every time he bottomed out against your throat. His composure had been thoroughly shattered and he no longer cared to play the role of gentle, doting husband. He held onto your little cat ears like a predator subduing its prey.
Each time he pressed into your lips, it was slicker as your mouth pooled with saliva.
“Messy girl.” He murmured, voice deep with an animalistic lust.
His hand moved from your ear to cup your face. His thumb pressed into the corner of your mouth, collecting a droplet of excess drool and smearing it across your flushed cheek.
“Up.” He muttered, sliding from your mouth slowly.
He helped you rise to your feet, spinning you and pressing your chest against the wall.
“I’m going to reward you for being so obedient for me.”
His hands were already gathering the soft velvet of your dress up over your hips. The little cat tail that was fastened to your waist fell to the side along with your skirts. He let his fingers linger against the thigh garter holding your stockings up, studying the undergarment by touch.
When his palm slid across the swell of your bottom, he squeezed the soft flesh lightly before pressing his large hand to the small of your back to bend you over for him. You let out a long, ragged sigh, bracing your palms against the green floral wall paper in front of you.
“My beautiful wife… my perfect little kitten.” He murmured almost dreamily as his long fingers trailed across the hem of your panties. “So ready for me.”
He trailed a single finger up the damp heat of your core through your panties. The bell jingled when you shuddered.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night…” He muttered.
His hand slid up your side and your arm, coming to rest on top of your hand and pinning it to the wall beside your head.
“Ominis please.” You whispered, a frantic desperate sound.
“Please what? Tell me what you want, what you need.” He murmured, brushing the weeping tip of his manhood against your panties.
“Stop teasing me.” You whined, wiggling your bottom back against him.
He halted your needy writhing immediately when his other hand locked onto your hip with a pressure he normally never allowed himself to handle you with. The lack of restraint stole your breath. He leaned closer behind you until his lips brushed against your ear.
“And you’ve been teasing me all night with that little bell and those fuzzy little ears of yours. You knew what you were doing to me, naughty pet.”
He began to move behind you, pressing his length against where you needed him most, with only a thin layer of lace and cotton separating your union.
“Please.” You whimpered softly, unable to bear another moment without him inside of you.
“Say it. Tell me, where do you want your dear husband to stretch you?” He commanded, voice low and raspy.
“Ominis…”
You squeezed your eyes shut with embarrassment. You and Ominis had been married for months now and friends for many years, but you had never heard that soft voice of his speak with such vulgar honesty before. Something about using such filthy language with him felt forbidden somehow. Your hesitation did not grant you mercy, it only urged his growing desire to see you break for him.
His fingers at your hip curled into the waistband of your panties, finally peeling them down your thighs and leaving the damp material bunched around your knees.
“Do you want me…here?”
You sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed the swollen tip of his cock against your asshole, just hard enough to cause a teasing pressure.
“Ominis!”
Your free hand shot behind you instinctively, pushing against his chest but he quickly caught your wrist, pinning your hand back to the wall. The commotion caused the little bell to ring out frantically.
“Tell me.” He repeated.
He was more insistent now. A rare tone you'd only hear him use when discussing work, his family or when Sebastian had taken his antics a step too far. But he never directed that cold authority that every Gaunt is seemingly born with towards you. It didn’t scare you, rather it made you relish in your ability to push him past the point where he could hide behind a mask. This was your husband finally claiming what he wanted without apology or hesitation and it was beautifully wicked.
“I…I want you in my…pussy.” You finally admitted, the words quiet and meek but true.
Keeping one hand resting firmly on top of yours, he used the other to guide himself from your ass down to where you needed him, already coating himself in the arousal seeping from your core.
“That’s my good pet.”
When he finally pushed himself between your swollen lips, he let out a shaky, broken breath behind you. As he sank deeper into the familiar, tight warmth of your body, his fingers curled around yours at the wall, squeezing tight enough to ground himself. The sheer intensity of his desire was overwhelming his senses.
The soft chime of the bell as he began to move within you filled his chest with a sick, hot satisfaction more intoxicating than any whiskey or potion. The fluffy cat tail brushed against his fingers as he gripped your waist tighter to pull you back against him.
“Do you feel that?” He choked out, finally beginning to find a slow rhythm within your clenching walls. “Tell me how it feels to have your husband stretching you open.”
The sheepish reluctance from moments before was replaced with desperate urgency for more as his weight filled you completely.
“It feels so…good.” You whispered, a small and broken plea for more of him.
He responded to your quiet admittance with vigor. His fingers dug into your waist as he began pulling you back quicker. The bell swung against your throat, punctuating every hard thrust and serving as an incentive for him to dig deeper, harder.
“Then take it, my little pet.” He grunted. “Take all of it.”
He let himself bottom out within you, his hips meeting the swell of your bottom with a rhythmic clapping as he began to move with more urgency.
“Ominis…” You whimpered, back arching to meet his every thrust.
“You sound so pretty for me.” He murmured.
With a movement as graceful and predatory as a serpent, his hand slid from your waist, reaching around until his fingers brushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Ah!”
The combination of sensations mixed with the rhythmic ringing of the bell was all growing to be too much for your body to handle.
“That's it, sweet girl, let it out.” He murmured gently, a startling juxtaposition to the predatory roughness in which he was taking you.
His fingers moved in tight circles against your clit as he continued to drive into you with relentless certainty. When your thighs began to shake and your knees were growing weak, you reached back with your free hand once more to push at him, a silent plea for mercy he had no intentions of giving you tonight. Instead of pinning your hand back to the wall, he folded your arm, pushing it to the small of your back and leaving you completely vulnerable for his use.
“Don’t fight it, pet.”
He used the new grip on your arm to dig into you harder, pushing your sweat slicked face into the cool wall in front of you.
“Just take it. Be a good kitten and take it.” He grunted.
“I can’t!” You cried out.
Despite your desperate plea for a reprieve, your body betrayed your true desire. He didn’t let up as your walls clenched in frantic spasms around him, pulling him even deeper. The proof was evident. The rhythmic chiming of the bell and the sound of him pounding against your backside were now interrupted by the lewd, wet squelches of your union as your arousal began to spill from your body freely.
The slick only served to aid him in his relentless pursuit to bury himself so deep inside you, that your every thought and every breath would belong to him and him alone.
“Ominis please!”
The thick, heavy weight of him pulsed as you finally reached your peak around him. White hot ecstasy radiated from your stomach and out to your limbs, making your toes curl in your shoes. He didn’t retreat, only slowing down for a moment as your hips shook against him.
When your knees began to buckle, he pushed you up against the wall, pinning your body upright. He was a man driven so close to the brink of his own undoing, he moved with a primal sense of urgency now.
His breath fanned across the nape of your neck as his heaving chest pressed into your back. He let go of your arm, his long graceful fingers wrapped firmly around your throat instead, forcing a small gasp from your lips. The little bell of your collar settled between his fingers. When he began to move again, he was chasing his own release with a singular focus.
With every quick thrust into your weeping core, the bell called out to him, tapping against his fingers and pushing him further towards the precipice.
“Tell me you want it.” He groaned desperately into your ear. “Tell me you need it.”
Your body was in a state of total overstimulation as he seeked to consume you completely. Your jaw hung slack and you almost couldn’t form the words he was desperate to hear but his fingers tightening around your throat choked them from you almost involuntarily.
“Fill me! Please Ominis.” Your voice rang out, a broken and needy whimper.
The plea was all he needed to drive himself over the edge. With a final heavy thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in your wet, quivering heat. His fingers gripped your throat, stealing the breath from your lips. You could feel him impossibly deep, twitching and pulsing as he began to spill himself inside of you. A loud, strangled groan escaped his lips and thick waves of his seed flooded your core.
He slumped forward, sweaty blonde strands ticking the nape of your neck as he rested his forehead there. His grip on your throat melted into a gentle caress. The only sounds filling the study now were your shared frantic breaths as you both struggled to come back to Earth. He remained buried deep and still pulsing, unwilling to leave you empty of him just yet.
Finally, he moved, releasing the ironclad grip he had on your hand to wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent.
“I love you, my sweet beautiful wife.” He murmured almost dreamily.
“And I love you.” You whispered, still slightly breathless.
After your hearts had returned to a normal rhythm, he placed a gentle kiss to the side of your neck, right on top of the black satin of your collar.
“You will wear this more often.” He spoke softly now but it was a suggestion, it was a command.
His infatuation with the little collar forced a breathy chuckle from you.
“So I was a good kitten for you then?” You teased lightly.
“The best kitten.” He corrected, placing another lingering kiss to the satin.
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