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Aug 24, 2025

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Dummy

Sebastian x F!Reader

~ 18+ ~ MDNI ~

Word Count: 11.5k

Warnings: dumbification, misogyny, dirty talk, degradation, praise, name calling, daddy kink (just a sprinkle), weed / intox, manipulation & gaslighting, baby talk, filming, choking, biting, mention of somnophilia, established relationship, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Synopsis: Smut - Sebastian would do anything for you, his sweet girlfriend. That includes dumbing you down and forming you into the perfect toy. For YOUR pleasure, of course.

A/N: Thank you sweet anon for giving me a pass to drop everything else and write this <3

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“Can I cast a protection spell?”

The corner of Sebastian’s pierced brow raises, his eyes dropping to your feet before raking across your body so meticulously that you squirm under his gaze. Of course he notices, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a smug grin.

He’d picked your outfit out for you, even if you hadn’t realized it. He’d conveniently run into you just an hour ago, throwing out an absentminded comment that he was looking forward to seeing you at five for DnD. “Five?!” you’d gasped, to which he nodded, like it had always been at five. He’d looked down at you, feigning confusion with tight-knit brows and his lips pressed together as you told him you were so certain your plans were at six. You took him at his word, though, scurrying home before he could get another word in. Sebastian knew you’d be in such a rush to change out of your work clothes and hurry over to his place that you’d be searching for anything easily accessible. Before he’d left your house that morning, he’d dug through your dresser, pulled out a hoodie and jean shorts and thrown them on your bed. Sure enough, you sit on the floor of his room in exactly that. He’s not sure what you chose to put under that hoodie, the zipper high enough that he can’t see any neckline of an undershirt, limiting the possibilities to a bra or a tank top. The intention was that you would wear nothing beneath the flimsy little zipper holding your sweatshirt over your chest, but he’d have to wait to find out if you’d done so.

“You can, but it only lasts one turn. There aren’t any enemies around yet.” Maybe if you’d sit still and pay attention instead of getting up to grab another chip or take a sip of water every other minute, or talking to Sam about absolutely nothing and interrupting Sebastian, you’d have noticed. This shit was a lot smoother when it was just him and Sam. But no, you had to butt in despite his backhanded protests, and he didn’t have the heart to look his girlfriend in the eyes and tell her no. He could look her in the eyes and say a lot of other unspeakable shit just fine—in fact, it turned him on. But somehow, without the potential for his insolence to evolve into sex, he’d lost the ability to be anything less than a pushover with you.

You hum, eyeing the table like an answer will appear on it if you just stare hard enough. Surely you can still feel his and Sam’s eyes burning into you. Seconds pass, and nothing. You clear your throat. “Can we move to the next room?”

“We can, but we haven’t even explored this one yet.” Sebastian runs through his whole annoyed monologue once more in his head. He really needs to figure out how to say ‘no’, or at least turn banning you from DND night into something sexual. That, he could likely do.

A big sigh falls from your lips and you bend your knees, pulling them into your chest and wrapping your arms around them. Your ass peeks out from the short hem of the denim you wear and Sebastian can’t help but lick his lower lip, his tongue flicking over the ring stuck into it. Sam pipes up. “What if you check out the chest in the corner?”

You nod quickly, clearly thankful for the suggestion as you take it immediately. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

Sebastian looks down at the notepad in front of him, notes jotted down messily regarding details of the campaign he’s running. “It’s locked.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, slinking further into yourself. He almost feels bad for you. It’s only your third time joining them, and you always seem to have trouble understanding how to best participate. It sure doesn’t help that Seb looks at you sideways every time you open your mouth. “Look for a key,” Sam prompts.

“Where?” Seb pries.

“On the shelf?” you say hesitantly.

He nods, scouring the notes. In truth, he disregards most of what he’s written down when it’s your turn. Can’t give you a win, just in case you let it get to your head. “No key.”

“Can I break the chest open?” Sam jumps in, taking over your turn. You don’t seem to mind.

Sebastian nods. “You break it open, finding a vile of bright blue liquid inside.”

“Can I drink it?”

“You drink it, and you can feel yourself grow stronger. It’s an attack boost.”

“Sweet!” Sam celebrates.

“Anything else you want to do in here?”

“Nah, let’s move on.”

“Can I cast a protection spell first?” you ask. Seb looks toward you, eyes squinted. “I feel like we’re about to get attacked.”

“Alright, you cast a protection spell.” No use in fighting you. If you want the fucking spell so bad, you can have it. “You walk through the next door, finding a bedroom. The evil king is asleep, his sword leaning on the nightstand next to him.”

“I sneak up and grab the weapon.”

“Roll for stealth.”

You grab the dice, shaking it between your enclosed palms before throwing it across the table. The three of you watch as it spins, landing finally on ‘two’. You eye Sebastian nervously.

“You tiptoe toward the king’s bed, but you don’t notice the step up as you near it. You tumble to the ground, landing on your hands and knees with a thud. The king startles awake, instinctively reaching to his sword.”

“I rush forward and stab him with my own sword,” Sam rushes out. Always the knight in shining armor.

“Roll for accuracy.”

Sam rolls, and maybe the dice is cursed, because it lands on a mere ‘four’. “Shit.”

“You miss, and the king grabs his sword.”

“Protection spell!” you shout.

Sebastian shakes his head. “You have a three-turn cooldown.”

You look helplessly at Sam who can only shrug. “I push myself away from the king to buy time to cast a protection spell.”

“The king is too fast for you, stabbing his sword through your throat as you’re trying to get to your feet.”

“Ouch,” Sam mumbles.

“The king pulls his sword from your limp body and turns his focus to the warrior.”

Sam outlines his solo plan of attack, rolling as Sebastian prompts him to, and the curse of the dice evidently subsides as you lean back against the wall behind you, out of the game for tonight. Sebastian sneaks glances at you when you’re not looking, your eyes so sad and dejected from your failure. He’d tried to tell you to save the protection spell. It’s almost like you should’ve listened to him. He knows best, after all. Sam, however, has luck taking on the boss by himself, eventually defeating him, though he nearly loses his life in the process. Sebastian concludes the game after Sam’s close victory.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Y/n. We’ve been playing for years and I still lose half the time,” Sam says, clearly picking up on your sour mood now that he’s not so distracted. Sebastian begins packing up the game, biting his tongue. Sam’s been playing pool every Friday for years, and he loses every time. Maybe the man just isn’t that skilled.

“Thanks, Sam. Good job.”

“Thanks! Same time next week?”

“Yep. Six,” Sebastian confirms.

“Six?” you ask. “But it was at five today.”

Seb looks over at Sam, exchanging a pointed glance. He’d roped Sam into his little game earlier, hardly giving him any information on what his goal was, insinuating that it was just a harmless prank. Sam shakes his head. “We started at six.” He says it slow, like it should be so obvious to you. Sebastian fights back a chuckle. It’s fun to toy with you on his own, but having some backup from a third party is extra devious.

“I swear it was five…”

The three of you are quiet for a moment before Sam finally musters up, “Math is hard. It’s all good.” You look down at your feet, your face all scrunched up like you’re trying to figure out where your brain went wrong. “Well, I should get going.” Sam stands, grabbing his hoodie and shrugging it back on. “Night, guys.”

“I should go, too,” you mumble, climbing to your feet.

“How ‘bout I walk you home?” Sebastian offers as Sam’s shuffling up the stairs creaks across each of the wooden boards. You nod absentmindedly, heading toward the door. Seb grabs some stuff off his dresser, throwing them into the pocket of his hoodie and following after you.

As you step outside, Seb stops you from turning, nodding toward the lake. “Wanna stand out here with me for a bit?” You follow his lead, probably assuming he wants a cigarette before taking off. He pulls out his lighter, but instead of reaching for the carton in his pocket, he grabs a tightly rolled joint and lights up the end of it. He takes a hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs with a familiar burn. “Tough game.”

“You didn’t do me any favors.” Feisty.

“What a bad DM I would be if I did. Can’t play favorites.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to make me die.”

“I tried to help you, babe. You wouldn’t listen. I still saved you from a lot of bad decisions.” You huff. Seb sticks the tip of the joint back in his mouth, holding it steady between his lips as he wraps his arms around you, pressing the side of your face to his chest. He reaches up to grab the joint between his fingers, breathing out the smoke he’d inhaled. “‘m sorry, princess. I’d love to baby you, but you have to listen. You think you know better than me? You couldn’t even remember what time we started playin’ tonight.”

“You’re right… maybe it’s just not my day.”

Seb rubs his free hand over your back, in part to warm you up in the cool breeze coming off the lake, but primarily in a half-hearted attempt to comfort you. “Your head’s probably tired. You can turn it off, y’know. Let me take care of you.”

You look up, studying him like you’re searching his face for bad intentions. God knows you’d never find ‘em in your state even though they’re plain as day. His pupils big, irises forming dark rings around them, tucked under heavy lids, looking down his nose at you held tight in his arms. He flips the joint around in his fingers and brings it to your own mouth. You seem so caught off guard by the action, the funny smell that hits your nose as he holds it close, that you hardly notice the tip nestle between your lips. Sebastian demonstrates for you, breathing in deep and holding his breath. You follow like a good little girl, the smoke filling up your lungs. You hold it until Sebastian exhales seconds later, only releasing a small cloud as your body has absorbed so much of it. You sway a little in his grasp like your action has already caught up to your brain.

He takes another hit, his tolerance evidently a bit higher than yours, then snuffs it out against the tree next to him to save the rest of it for later. “C’mon,” he says, pulling his arms away and grabbing your hand to guide you back home. You keep a consistent foot behind him, making him feel like he really is leading you as you stumble along, trying to slow him down to make the movements a little easier on your faltering brain. When you reach the front of your farmhouse, he brings you right to the door and steps aside. You stare at it for a moment. “Got your keys?” he asks with a pointed stare.

“Oh. Yeah.”

You stick your hand in one of the pockets of your sweatshirt, pulling out everything contained inside of it instead of just your keys. Lipgloss, a couple loose coins, and some earbuds tangled in the grooves of your house key. You stare at your full hand for another few seconds before fishing out the shiny metal and poking it at the doorknob, consistently missing the keyhole. Sebastian grabs it from your hand as you start to giggle, finding it funny how poorly you’re doing at this simple task. “Gimme, babe. I’ll do it for you.”

You huff again when he gently pushes you aside, shoving the key into the hole and twisting the lock open in two seconds flat. He swings the door open for you, letting you walk through first and following you in. “Are you stayin’?” you wonder. He closes the door behind him, flipping the lock into place.

Sebastian watches you lean against the wall, struggling to unlace your shoes and eventually resorting to trying to kick them off, your toes slipping over the backs of your heels uselessly. “Sit down. Let me help you.”

You stalk over to the couch, sinking into the cushions and sticking your legs straight out. He follows, undoing the laces for you before pulling them off your feet and setting them by the door. “Stayin’?” you ask again, shortening the sentence like it pains you to have to remember all the words all over again.

“Might have to, doll. Can’t even figure out how to undress yourself.”

“I’m fine, m’head jus’ felt light.”

“If you say so. I’ll stay a little longer to make sure you’re okay.” He sits down on the couch next to you, beckoning you onto his lap. “How was your day?” You list off the chores you did before this evening, sparing most of the details, before returning the question. He shrugs. “Work kind of sucked. Spent all month working on this new engine for a client company and they came back to me today with all these extra requirements.” His fingertips absentmindedly play with the zipper of your sweatshirt, pulling it a couple inches down, then an inch back up, chipping away at progress without you thinking anything of it. He’s always been a bit fidgety, never able to sit too still unless he’s deeply invested in something. “I’m going to have to rebuild the coding and shift half the features to a new code language. Not only that, but I have to account for all these extra variables that they just gave me.” He sticks his index finger under your sweatshirt, having gotten it open to your chest. He lifts his finger, pulling the fabric up with it, revealing your bare tit and sending a rush of chilly air over it that puckers your nipple. Seb sucks in a breath at the sight before trying to remember what the hell he was talking about, assuming a frustrated front once more to conclude his story. “I mean, have you ever heard of a damn engine that has HRT targets? Fucking ridiculous. What’ll they think of next? Want me to have it communicate with Pluto while I’m at it?”

When his gaze focuses back on your face, your lips are pressed into a slight frown, your eyes big and doe-like. You still hadn’t noticed all his antics, too busy trying to focus on the words he spoke. Usually he tried to talk about his work in plain language, knowing most of it would go right over your head if he didn’t. Tonight, though, he prefers you confused. You sigh, brows furrowing as you look up at him. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”

“t’s okay. We can talk about something else. Aren’t you warm?” Before you can answer, Seb pulls the metal zipper of your sweatshirt further, down to the top of your stomach. “Are you wearing a shirt?”

You gulp, the sudden barrage of questions catching you off guard. “I was in such a rush, I— I couldn’t—”

“Shhh, shh. It’s just a yes or no question.”

“No.” You look guilty. Sebastian wonders why. He’s seen you naked so many times, he’s lost count by now. Maybe it's because you’d both spent the evening with Seb’s best friend? He doesn’t think he’d really care if Sam saw you naked, though. Having a hot girlfriend is just another thing Sebastian is better at than Sam, and he’d love another opportunity to rub it in his face.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you. His calloused fingers slip through the gap, settling on your tit. He squeezes at it, your nipple being pinched between his digits as he enjoys the soft squish of your breast. “Slip this off,” he says, his forehead pressing to the fabric covering the shoulder closest to him. You let the garment fall down your arm, exposing your other breast to him and he dips down, letting his teeth sink into the supple tissue of the top of your tit, then moves to take your taught nipple between his teeth, running lightly over it before his tongue begins to lap over it.

“Seb,” you moan. “Feels so good. You’re so good—”

“Baby, quiet.” He has to pop off your nipple to get the words out, huffing out of frustration at the forced interruption. “Don’t wanna hear you talk unless I ask you a question.”

“But—”

His fingertips pinch around your nipple, tugging it just enough to pull a yelp from you. “Enough. Don’t wanna hear from your stupid slut brain again, okay? Let your pussy do all the thinking for you. It’s better at that, anyway. D’you understand, doll?”

No response. Sebastian gives you a pointed look. “Yes,” you finally whisper.

“Should we see what she has to say?” You nod, biting back a pout.

Seb stands you up between his legs, working the button of your jeans back through the hole in the denim, tugging your shorts down your legs and helping you kick them off your ankles. He sits you back down in his lap, your back to his chest now. His fingers slip down the front of your panties, not wasting any time in slinking down to your cunt and gathering all the wet he knew would be waiting for him there. “She likes it, baby girl. Your cunt is so much smarter than your brain, yeah?”

“Yeah, Seb.” Your hips wobble over his crotch as you adjust on him, the movement a clear attempt for some friction on your achy core. He brings his middle finger up to stroke along your folds, mere millimeters from your clit, but he makes a pointed effort not to graze it yet. Your hips move more, trying to catch his growing denim-clad bulge against your pussy.

“I grabbed something for you. Wanna see what it is?”

“Uh-huh.”

Seb pulls out the other thing he’d grabbed from his dresser. Your little vibrator. He’d snagged it around a week ago when he came over one morning and found it buried among your bedsheets, still shiny with an orgasm from the night before. You didn’t think he knew that you had it. You didn’t think he knew that you used it on nights where he wasn’t sleeping in your bed, fucking you silly before you passed out. You couldn’t sleep without an orgasm anymore, so you picked this up to fill the gap when Seb was gone. You were so messy trying to keep the secret. You told Abby about your purchase one night at the saloon when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. Then, you left it for him to find, knowing he would be over early in the morning to see you. So forgetful and airheaded. He’d known all about it.

He can hear your lips part like you’re about to say something seeing the vibrator in his hand, his arm snaking back around your waist. You don’t form any words, and he wonders if you’d thought better of asking where he’d gotten it, like maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that he’d just picked one up at the store identical to yours which had gone missing. You don’t want to risk the chance of telling on yourself if he hadn’t really known about it yet. He rubs the tip over your slit through your panties, giving you a moment of teasing before he flicks the switch of it on to the lowest setting. You jump, leaning further into him as it teases your clit through the skimpy fabric of your underwear. “Want more, doll?” You nod. “Want me to put it against your soaked cunt? Stick it down your panties and watch you grind on it? Is that what you do when you’re alone?”

The chance that he’s still naive to your antics disappears, but you don’t seem phased now that it’s pleasuring you for the first time since you’d lost it. “Mmmm, mm-hmm.”

“D’you think that’s something you should’ve asked me about?” he asks as he slips it past the waistband of your panties and between your folds. It’s angled to hit both your clit and your tight weepy hole. Your fingers grab at his sleeve, holding tight as he grips it, firm and unmoving in his hand. “Don’t you think I’d wanna know that my baby girl is cumming without me?”

“‘m sorry.”

“Yes or no question, pretty girl.”

“N-no.”

“No? You don’t think I should know about that?”

“No— Yes, I mean, yes!”

Your poor, silly little brain is working overtime to put together a single coherent thought now. “I’m sorry, it was dumb of me to ask what you thought. Y’don’t have any thoughts beside how good it feels when I control your vibrator for you. Isn’t it so much better than when you do it?”

“Yeah, Sebby,” you breathe, that annoying, affectionate little nickname for him coming out in a whiny moan. He hates it most of the time, but now, with your brain turned off for the night, it’s extra affectionate. It’s trusting, naively so, as he can’t think of a worse person to trust with your body. He’s got nothing but bad intentions and naughty ideas.

“What’d you do without me after I took it? No toy to stick between your thighs and cum on. Did you fuck yourself on your fingers?” You nod against his chest.

Sebastian flicks the intensity of the vibration up a notch, positioning it right to your clit, his other hand feeling up your slit through your panties. He can feel the vibrator tip poking against the fabric from the inside, all slicked with your arousal. Helpless bucks of your hips send shocks of pleasure over his cock, even despite the muffled sensation through the stupidly thick denim covering him. He imagines slipping his cock out of the waistband and sitting you up just enough to nestle it into your sweet folds, settling you back against him until it pushes into your greedy hole and you cockwarm him as you pulse around it, the vibrator getting you so fucking horny. He can’t, though–he knows he can’t. He knows he needs to exercise more self control than that. He can’t give you what you’re asking for so quickly, and he can’t push himself as far as he’s about to push you.

“Gotta tell me when you get close, ‘kay, puppy? Gotta know so I can keep you nice and dumb.”

“Mm-kayy!” You sound so goddamn excited for his plan and it warms his heart to see you happy. Too bad it won’t last much longer. He moves back to your tits, keeping the vibrator pressed tight to your clit and bumping it up one more level. His fingers roll your hard nipples, giving you an extra tough pinch each time you jerk against the vibration being delivered straight to your clit. He begins to move it up and down, a little extra friction adding to your pleasure, the tip teasing entry to your hole with each push across your slit. He bets it feels so good, that intense motion buzzing around the little ring of your pussy, teasing you so good but never breaking past the invisible boundary. Your back arches, tits pushing into his hand as your fingers snake into his hair and pull at it as you start to consistently grind over his lap. It’s like you think you can get that vibrator inside you if you move at just the right time. Unfortunately, there’s a reason it’s not being fucked into you—Sebastian doesn’t want you to get too carried away just yet.

“Getti’ng close,” you gasp at a particularly harsh rub of the vibrator. He wishes he was facing you right now, wishes he could see your face as his thumb flicks the vibrator off as soon as you get the words out. Your hands fall hurriedly to the toy, fidgeting with it, trying to pull it from Sebastian’s hand. “Sebby, please, turn it back on!”

“Uh-uh. Silly girl, you thought I’d let you cum? Such a dumb little slut.”

“Seb,” you plead in response.

“Don’t argue.” He holds you in place until your hips still and your impending orgasm starts to get further out of reach. Just as your breaths even out, he turns the vibrator back on, holding the very tip of it to your clit. You cry out, slumping further down on top of him and bringing your heels up to rest on his knees. The angle gives him so much access to you, your thighs spread nice and wide. Sebastian moves the toy over your clit like he’s drawing circles with a marker, imagining how your puffy clit looks being pushed around by the motion. His lips attach to your neck, using his free arm to hold you to him like it’s a seatbelt. “Tell me when you need to cum,” he reminds you rather sternly.

It takes you fractions of the time it first took to get you there, the direct pressure to your clit and already having been so close making it hard for your body to take the pleasure for very long. You begrudgingly tell him you’re gonna cum and he pulls the vibrator out of your panties to a string of whimpers.

As you come back down, Sebastian prompts you to get up and straddle him. He guides one of your knees between his legs so his thigh sits between them and you gaze down at him, eyes practically glazed over with lust. “Want you to ride my thigh, can you do that?”

You nod, holding onto his shoulders as you lower yourself until your core meets the denim covering his thigh. Your hips move in circles, the soft silky material of your panties catching on the rough denim and sending shivers down your spine as it delivers friction to your clit. He can practically feel the arousal soaking into his jeans already. His hands fall to your hips, letting you take on the bulk of the work, but forcing your hips down on him every once in a while to keep you on your toes. He closes the space to kiss you, his mouth kind at first as his lips move against yours, but the moment your mouth falls open in a gasp, he switches. His tongue prods between the gap of your lips, lapping over your own tongue and sucking in your sweet spit. You can’t hold back your moans, your hips stilling as you struggle to focus on more than one action, so he takes over for you, guiding your core up and down his thigh as he bounces his heel on the ground, the movement giving you a little extra friction as it meets you halfway.

When Seb pulls back, his thumb quickly takes his mouth’s place. You let it enter your mouth, closing your spitty lips around it and sucking as he continues to move you over him. “Can barely suck my thumb on your own. Your brain is so foggy, huh?” You nod, lashes fluttering so innocently like you’re not getting off to Sebastian grinding you across his denim-clad thigh. Like your tongue isn’t swirling over the tip of his thumb as if it’s the head of his cock. Like you’re not making a fucking mess on his jeans right now. “My poor, stupid little whore. ‘t’s so hard to focus when you’re not getting cummies, huh?” You pout around his digit, nodding again. “No one has it harder than you, baby girl. Just wanna cum on daddy’s thigh, don’t you?”

“Please.” With his thumb stuck between your lips, it comes out all muffled and messy, more like “pweah” and he chuckles. You’re not willing to work much harder than that to get the word out.

“Wanna cum in your panties and let daddy lick it all up for you before he finally fucks you.” He can only imagine burying his face between your legs after so much edging. You’re soaking through the spot on his leg that you straddle now, even through your panties. Gotta be fuckin’ dripping for him now.

“Mmm-hmmmm.”

He pops his finger from your mouth, stroking it over your cheek and spreading your spit over your skin. “Sorry, doll. Not yet.” You groan, falling into him and burying your face against his neck. Sebastian strokes up and down your back, slipping beneath your sweatshirt to lightly run his fingertips over your spine. “Doin’ good so far, might let you cum tonight. You can keep being a good girl, can’t ya?” Another bratty whine, muffled against his collarbone. “Can’t you?”

“Yeah.”

He smiles, pride swelling in his heart. “Atta girl.” He sets you back up, unzipping your sweatshirt the rest of the way and opening it so your tits fall free, right in front of his face. “Issa good thing your tits are so pretty, princess, ‘cause your brains aren’t gonna get you anywhere.” Sebastian kneads at one of them, tilting his head to the side as he watches your face. You sway, so difficult trying to hold yourself up. He realizes he might need to let you lay down—seem to be getting so stupid that your muscles are giving out on you. He pats the side of your ass, rather begrudgingly as he was really enjoying the view. “Go get undressed and lay down in your room.” He’ll see if you can still follow a simple instruction.

You take a few seconds to climb off him, steadying yourself back on your feet before disappearing down the hall to your bedroom. Sebastian tears his hoodie off, his shirt coming along with it, fumbling with his jeans until he gets them unzipped and slips them down his legs. Even against the dark fabric, the wet spot you left behind on his thigh is clear as day. He throws his discarded clothing into a pile on the floor of the living room, grabbing only his phone and your vibrator, and heads to your room to find you with your panties around your ankles at the edge of your bed, sweatshirt laying near the door. So close.

Sebastian grabs the soaked fabric, ripping them the rest of the way off. He rounds the side of the bed, adjusting your pillows so they’re more vertical than horizontal—ready to prop you up so you don’t have to worry about sitting up all on your own. He shoves the couple items he’d brought in underneath one of them. You don’t even need his instruction, settling into the pillows and watching him expectantly. He slides his boxers off, cock springing free. The force of the elastic band slipping off his tip has it smacking against his stomach the moment it’s released. He climbs over you, kneeling at your sides, cock twitching in front of your lips. You open wide for him, waiting for him to feed his cock into your patient mouth. He holds it down, the blood filling into it trying to force it upright against his grip. “Tongue out.”

You let it fall from your mouth like a good whore as you lay waiting for his dick to fill up your throat. Seb can’t keep you waiting long, not looking like that. He glides his tip over your outstretched tongue, letting the fat tip press past your lips, forcing them wider as they reach the thickest part of the head. He angles down, running the slit at the tip of it along your tongue. You close your lips around him to swallow down all the precum that had puddled there. As soon as you get a taste, you open back up, tongue hanging down toward your chin. “Taste good?” You nod, eyes flickering up to his as you plead for more with just an anxious look.

Sebastian finally pushes his hips closer, letting your tongue reach his shaft. He keeps going even when your eyes flutter closed and he meets more resistance. Your soft, plush throat is so tight against the head but he gets through, letting it envelop the entirety of the tip of his cock as your nose squishes into his pelvis. He stills, letting the pleasure wash over him as your throat pulses, trying hard to swallow down more of the precum that had dripped from his cock. The back of your throat reminds him of fucking his dick so deep into your cunt that he pokes at your cervix, all soft and squishy and wet and warm, and fuck—your mouth’s cunt really is almost as good as the one between your legs. Not as smart, though. “Y’look so fuckin’ cute like this, doll.”

He starts to grind against you, his tip angling different ways and stretching your throat. He keeps going until you gag, an impressive few seconds. He runs his hand over your hair in silent praise, pulling out nice and slow before he fucks a more comfortable length in and out. Your tongue glides up and down the underside of his shaft as he works himself in your mouth, providing extra attention to the line of taught skin just under the head of his cock. It drives him fucking wild when you tongue it, all sensitive under your flicking motions. He grabs the back of your head, forcing you off the pillows enough to take over the motions as his hips still. “Does your mind feel a li’l quieter with a big cock down your throat?” You mouth the answer around him, the vibration sending a shiver from his cock all the way up his spine as his head nestles into your throat at just the right moment. He takes it as a yes. “Stupid little whores think better when they can’t talk. You jus’ needed something thick ‘n throbbing to suck on.” He shoves your head all the way down his length, your back lifting entirely from the pillows he’d helped prop you on. You’re good for a moment, taking it down your throat, but your hands soon press to his thighs, trying to push him away. He lets you go so you can catch your breath, falling back on the pillows with a soft thud. “Isn’t sucking my cock what pretty girls like you were made for? Maybe y’need more practice.” You should be able to throat his dick until he’s good and done with it. No use in a dumb cunt who can’t.

“‘m sorry.” Sebastian could almost feel bad for you, seeing how pathetic you are with spit still dripping off his cock, lines of it sticking to your lips. But a good slut wouldn’t apologize with her words.

“Try again. Touch yourself for me, keep edging while I fuck your mouth.” He waits for you to snake your hand down your body, pausing to toy with your tits before settling between your thighs and running a finger over your slit. It slides through with such ease that he can only imagine how wet you’ve gotten since he’d last played with you. Sebastian sets one hand against the wall in front of him, using his other to hold his base, prodding at your mouth with his dick and spreading your drool across your face. You’re really starting to look like a stupid whore: naked, stroking your pussy, sticking your tongue out to lick at his tip whenever it’s in reach, letting him make such a mess over your face. When he sticks himself back in your warm mouth, you suck without a second thought—as if you ever had a first. He presses his other palm to the wall, leaning into it as he fucks into your mouth, sneaking glances down his toned, tattooed torso to see just how good you look with a throat full of cock. So good he has to tell you. “Pretty girl.” Your eyes flick up to his. “Never looked more beautiful.” He can tell by the way your tongue laps over his tip and runs under the ridge of it that you like the compliment, and shit, he’ll tell you over and over how fucking pretty you are if that’s the thanks he gets for it.

Sebastian never wants to pull out of your sweet mouth, but as you start getting messier with his cock, he can tell that you’re getting closer. After a particularly sloppy suck followed by the vibration of a moan around him, he pulls back and eyes you. “‘m close,” you finally say, and it’s like you know what he’s going to do the way you try to take him back into your mouth immediately after the words come out. He doesn’t like that. He doesn’t want you to anticipate, to dread. He wants you to be in the moment and not worry your pretty little head about what he’s gonna do next. That’s not for little girls to worry about.

He pulls off, though, stepping back onto the ground beside you. His finger points to your hand, hard at work, and gestures upward. You pull away from your abused clit with a sigh. Sebastian kneels at the side of the bed, patting the spot right in front of his face. You hurriedly sit up, swinging your legs off the bed to hang to either side of him, your sweet cunt right at eye level for him. He looks over it, literally dripping with arousal. Your inner thighs are coated in it. You’re a goddamn mess, just as he’d been hoping. “Baby girl, tell me honestly…” Seb grabs your thighs, dragging you even closer to the edge. His nose is hardly an inch from your clit, his breath blowing over you. Must feel cold, all that air brushing over so much wet. You shiver in response. “Is all this from hearing about how dumb you are?”

You bite down on your bottom lip. “It’s—”

He bites at your inner thigh. It’s light, just a warning. “Yes or no. Don’t try to use all your big girl words. Are you this wet ‘cause it makes you horny when I tell you that you’re a stupid slut made for me to use?”

“Yes.”

“Tha’s a good little bitch. Gonna help clean up your mess.” Seb pushes your feet back up, heels digging into the edge of the mattress as you lean back on your palms. The position puts you completely spread out in front of him so he can close the distance, his tongue dipping inside you without any other warning. He laps up the arousal filling your cunt before moving to your slit, licking a solid line up it and stopping to flick over your clit. “So swollen, baby,” he comments. “Extra sensitive.”

“God, yes,” you sigh, your fingers threading into his hair. “Wanna cum on your face.”

“I know, sweet girl. Daddy still wants to play with you, though.” He sucks over the nub, soft at first, letting the chilly metal of his lip ring tease between your folds.

“But I’m so cloooose!”

“No whining, doll. Can’t let you cum yet. Don’t you wanna help me feel good?” You nod so enthusiastically at the question. Yeah, course you do. He licks one solid line up your slit, collecting what’s left of your arousal and replacing it with his spit. Seb stands, positioning his cock up against the tight ring of your pussy, letting you soak his tip as he teases your entrance. Your eyes light up. That’s what he wants to see. A dumb girl so fucking happy at the idea that she might finally get her cunt filled with his cock. He keeps you waiting, though. Why would he make it so easy for you? Silly girl. You really haven't learned any lessons yet.

Sebastian grabs your throat, tightening his fingers around the sides of your neck just enough for you to feel the lack of blood flow to your brain. You sway in place, but he keeps hold of you, preventing your shaky arms from letting you fall backward. “Gettin light headed? Don’t need blood up there anyway. Nothin’ to fuel.” Your eyes flutter closed for a moment, and when you open them, fuck—you look so genuinely mindless and it fuels all the nasty words swirling around in his mind. “You’re my brainless fuckdoll. You were put here to keep my dick warm. Your mouth isn’t for speaking, it’s for sucking. Your clit isn’t for getting you off, it’s for keeping you in line—ditzy and ready to serve your purpose when I tell you to. You’re so good at it when your cunt is leaking for me, aren’t ya?” It’s like a new wave of arousal has hit you, gushing from your cunt and slobbering all over his cock as he rocks against your entrance.

When he lets go of your neck, you fall back to the bed. You throw your arms over your head, fingers digging into the sheets and clamping down on them. His hand presses to the small of your stomach, thumb nuzzling between your folds to toy with your clit again. He lets his hips fall forward, inch by inch, until the thickest part of his tip finally pushes into you and sits just inside. You gasp as he enters you, back arching under his touch. From here, he can so easily watch you start to come undone under his touch, your tits rising and falling as you suck in uneven breaths, your lips parting and your eyes getting heavy as he pushes you closer to another orgasm, knowing full well you won’t get to reach it. It’s like a mere touch to your sensitive spots can get you there now, having been brought to the edge so many times without the promise of release. And now, with the tip of his dick inside you, he can feel the way you clench on him with each flick of the nub sitting a few inches above. You moan, extra high-pitched and pornographic, and you look at him with that pathetic, pained look, silently pleading with him to keep going.

Sebastian takes his hand away from your clit, but the thick head of his cock stays tucked snug inside your cunt. “Don’t cum. Hold it in.”

“I can’t,” you cry. You actually cry. Tears well up and make your half-lidded eyes all shiny, drops forming in the corners of them as your cunt squeezes sporadically around his tip. You’re trying so hard to listen, to be a good girl, and he knows that. Still, he watches you fail, your orgasm partially ruined by the removal of stimulation on the cute button resting at the top of your folds. Your pussy tries hard to suck in the rest of his cock to no avail and your hands reach toward him, trying so hard to grab onto him, but he stays just out of reach.

He’s never seen you look so guilty as you cum. So horrified that your body betrayed your mind. So scared of the reaction. He doesn’t blame you. There’s nothing good in store for girls who don’t listen to the rules. Sebastian’s thumb wipes the tears from your cheeks. “So hard not to cum when you finally get my cock in you, yeah?” You nod, your bottom lip pushed out all pouty. He wishes he could kiss it better, save you from the consequences. But that’s not how good whores learn.

He gives into himself, all the sick perversion swirling in his mind since he’d hatched this plan, sinking his cock into you until his hipbones dig into the backs of your thighs. His eyes roll back and he lets out a groan, guttural and primal. You were made to take his dick, and he was almost certainly made to stick his dick as deep in your cunt as he could. You welcome him in, soft and tight and soaked through from your orgasm. You whimper as his pelvis rubs over your clit, already overstimulated. Not a good sign. For you, at least—doesn’t matter to him how you take his dick for the rest of the night, so long as you take it. Sebastian grabs your thighs, lifting your legs up to sit against the sides of his waist as he uses them for support, rolling his hips back before driving back into you. “Shit, baby—how d’you stay so fuckin’ tight?” His head lolls back, eyes trained on the ceiling as he attempts to process how good you feel. You’ve never been so wet for him before, your orgasm never even given the chance to leak onto your thighs. It’s all getting stuffed further into you by the tip of his cock. He looks down his nose at you, tits bouncing with every thrust, hair pooled around your head. He leans in just enough to pointedly rub himself across your clit every time he bottoms out inside you. Your legs twitch in his grasp, your hands roaming up your body to pinch at your nipples. “Love watchin’ my slut get herself off. Don’t worry, princess, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to cum tonight.”

It’s so cute to watch your face start to fall, your hands freezing over your bouncing tits, as you start to register what’s going to happen. Enough thinking, though—Seb fucks hard into you, forcing a strangled gasp out of you, and you’re back to normal. He keeps his thrusts shallow for a while after that, paying special attention to your g-spot and you eat up the sensation, back arching, tits pushing against your hands. He watches them squish against your palms, jealous of you for getting to touch yourself like that. He swats one of your hands away, leaning in and inevitably sticking his cock deep into you, all to feel the pillowy sensation against his calloused palm. Looks so much better with his hand there, if he’s honest, tattooed with thick steel rings stuck on his fingers. His hands are bigger, covering more of your breast, pressing his digits into your skin and watching the divots as your tit makes room for his hand to squeeze at it. You squeeze tight on him and he curses his body for the mandatory refractory period that follows all his orgasms. How much fun could the two of you have if there were no limit attached to him?

“I’m close,” you tell him with that same dreadful look as before, afraid of what he’ll do in response to this news. Not pull out, that’s for damn sure. Even if he could muster up the self control, the time for edging has passed since you came on the head of his cock alone.

He lays into you, his chest pressing against you, warm tits squished into his ribs. “Gonna be a good girl and cum?”

“Can I, daddy?”

Sebastian grins, pressing his lips to your temple for a sweet peck as he picks up the pace, pounding into you. “Yeah, baby girl, lemme feel you.” You nod, ending the internal fight to keep yourself from the edge and letting yourself lean into it. Your arms wrap around his neck and he nuzzles into you, keeping a hand tucked under your knee to hold your leg up and keep the tight angle he has on you. Your moans fill his ear, so loud with your mouth right next to it. He listens to them grow more frequent, higher in pitch, until it starts resembling the porn he’d spent so much time watching before he met you. His own personal pornstar pinned under him, trying so hard to milk his cock with her pussy, and shit, he had to stop thinking like that or he’d let you. “Cum for daddy.” You gasp, freezing your grinding against his hips. “Fuck, yes, doll, jus’ like that. Let go, let daddy do all the thinkin’ for you. Yeah, baby girl, cum on daddy’s cock.” His hips start to snap in time with his fragmented words. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck! So fuckin’ tight. My cute li’l slut feels so fuckin’ good squeezin’ my cock.”

Before you can start to come down from your high, he pulls both your legs up to his shoulders, hiking them over so your heels rest on his back. He knows he must look devious, his eyebrows furrowed together and lips curled into a sadistic smile as he keeps driving his cock into you. And it’s so goddamn deep and tight from this angle, your cunt already feeling smaller from your orgasm, he wonders how he’s going to get out of this position without cumming. He keeps driving forward, leaning back up just enough to rub at your clit. You buck wildly underneath him, pawing at his chest. “Sebby, please—”

“You can take it, doll. You’re so good at cumming, show me how good you are.”

Your eyes roll back and he can’t help but grab your throat again, the sight of his hand wrapping around it too beautiful to pass up. Your mouth falls open, tongue lolling out. “You’re a naughty whore, aren’t ya? A little cocksleeve jus’ for daddy? Don’t answer, puppy, keep your tongue out just like that.” He leans across the bed, thanking Yoba that he’d had the foresight—or the sick idea—to grab his phone. His fingers scrape over it, trying to grab it without letting go of your neck, and he finally drags it out from under the pillow enough to wrap his fingers over it. Sebastian holds it above you, your vision still so blurred from your gaze being locked up on your lashes that you don’t even notice it as he snaps pictures. He’s gonna wank to that the second he’s alone again. Maybe he’ll set it as his fucking lock screen photo. It’s just so good, it would be a disservice to ever not look at it.

He throws his phone back to the side before you can notice it. “Wanna see you drool for me, baby girl. Want help?” You nod, like it’s an instinct to say yes to him, and he grins. Smacking you around, pulling your hair, calling you a slut; that’s all fun and good, but this? Breaking you down so you trust him unconditionally despite how badly he wants to ruin you? Fucking your brains out so you don’t have the good sense to second-guess that choice? It’s so much better to mold you into exactly what he wants right now. So, at your request, he rolls his tongue in his mouth, gathering enough saliva to let it fall from his mouth to yours with a harsh spit. You don’t even flinch, just let it run over your outstretched tongue as Seb watches it. He removes his hand from your neck, using his thumb to rub it along your appendage, dipping further into your mouth to gather more of your own spit and mix it together until a thick string of saliva sticks to his thumb after he’s removed it from your mouth. He leans down, forcing you into a mating press, capturing a sloppy kiss from you, sucking your tongue and wetting it further.

“Why don’t you cum for me again, cockslut? This is all you want, isn’t it?”

“S-sensitive.”

“Then it should be easy for ya. Stop fighting it.”

He watches your muscles relax, feels it on his dick. Seb pushes further inside you, faster, unhindered by your impossibly tight walls now that you’ve unclenched them. Still having his dick in a chokehold, but he doesn’t have to use so much energy trying to push through. He swears he can feel your cervix against his tip, taking the brunt of his thrusts with its plushy surface and it makes his fingers curl into the blankets around your head, staring so intently at you as he sucks air through his teeth with each motion into you. Your own eyes are trained on him, burning holes through him and his expressions seem to push you further toward the edge each time he opens his mouth to pull in a bigger breath or throws his head back at a particularly tight pulse around his cock. He wishes he could take a moment to appreciate you getting so turned on from the sight of him hovering over you, but he’s too caught up in your warmth to do the idea any justice aside from another twitch of his cock buried in you. “C’mon, fuckdoll, wanna feel you again. Wanna see how wet you get after the third orgasm.”

You squeeze your eyes closed, burying the back of your head further into the mattress and Sebastian takes the opportunity to lick at your nipples, biting around your breast and probably making you a little nervous that he might do the same to the sensitive skin sitting so close by. His teeth only graze over the hardened buds, sending shivers down your spine with each pass. You clench tight on him, heels digging into his back, effectively pulling him closer. His hips slow, focusing on slow and deep motions as his body pins you to the bed. “That’s it, jus’ like that,” he coaxes.

“You fuck me s’good,” you slur out, gaze shiny and glazed-over as your cunt wraps hard around his dick. He’s not sure he could pull out if he wanted to. Sebastian grits his teeth, moving to pin your hips to the bed so you can’t keep grinding so intoxicatingly around him. He tries hard to breathe through your climax, fighting to stay away from his own, biting into your outstretched neck and earning a yelp surrounded by high-frequency whimpers and moans spilling from your lips. He’s so goddamn close that he can’t even think about talking you through it this time, all the thoughts he wishes he could vocalize spinning around in his head while his dick twitches to the idea of them. You keep him there so unbearably long that when your legs lose the tension holding him in place, he has to pull out so suddenly and he’s sure the abrupt change in sensation alone is about to push him into the deep end.

Somehow, he avoids cumming all over your stomach, holding it in by the skin of his teeth. “Shit, baby,” he groans as he stands in front of you now.

“Daddy,” you pout.

“‘m sorry—fuck—your cunt feels too good, babe. I’ll fuck you all the way through your next one, ‘kay?” You eye his cock, upright and covered tip to base in your cum. He finally feels his mind start to come back, and he strokes himself a couple times for you. Is there a more perfect lube than a dumb slut’s cum? He sure can’t think of one. “Want you on your knees.”

You push yourself off the bed, about to settle to the floor, tongue licking over your lips to lubricate them for his dick. “No, no, on the bed. Face down.”

You fall back, settling into the grooves of the mattress with your ass up for him. He watches your cunt, so slippery that your whole slit shines with slick, and he takes one deep breath to center himself before kneeling behind you and running his cock between your thighs. He slips it into your pussy lips, and if he hadn’t just been balls deep in your cunt, he could’ve confused the two. So wet and warm, all for him. You stick your hand down to rub along the underside of his cock, thumb swirling over the head each time it rubs over your clit and emerges from your folds. It has the effect you probably wanted, him lingering a little too long with his hipbones pressed to your ass, his shaft humping across your abused clit longer and longer with every thrust. Finally, he pulls himself out of his haze, hips setting back further. The next time he brings them in, the tip of his dick catches on the entrance of your sweet pussy and he keeps going, pushing back into you, so painfully easy with all your arousal spread between the both of you.

Sebastian grabs the roots of your hair, using his other hand on your stomach to pull you up, your back pressing to his chest. He keeps one hand tangled in your hair to pull at the strands, your neck craning under the pressure. His mouth attaches to it, free hand settling on your clit as he rubs it furiously. He needs to go hard this time because he knows there isn’t a chance in hell that he lasts another five minutes in your cunt. Between laps and sucks at the thin skin across your throat, he mumbles, “Look in the corner.”

He feels your head move against his, your eyes falling on the mirror. You freeze as you watch it like you’re studying the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, and you should. Sebastian notices it every time he fucks you, how his cock feels like it fills you so full without pushing you past your body’s limit, how his chin tucks into the crook of your neck as he leaves marks across your throat from behind, how his arms are just the right length to reach down your torso to toy with the little nub between your legs. It turns him on thinking about how you were really meant to take his cock, and nothing else feels quite right. “So pretty when you’re getting fucked, aren’tcha?” You nod. “Give yourself a show, slut. I know you wanna grind your hips against my cock.”

His words bring you back down to earth, and you arch your back in time with his thrusts to force his tip further into you. You squirm against his talented fingers rubbing at your clit, throwing a hand over your shoulder to grip at his, muscles taught under your fingertips as they strain to work your core. “There ya go, like a fuckin’ pornstar,” he purrs, pausing his attack against your neck and sneaking a peak at the mirror. Your eyes are trained on it now like you can’t get enough, and he sure as hell can’t either. He stills, pulling back from you long enough to get a frustrated curse from you as he reaches across the bed. He’s back before you can look at what he’s doing, dick fucking deep into you again like he’d never stopped. He grips your neck with his left hand, your skin all freshly bruised and turning purple, before he holds his phone up to your side with his other, pressing record. You see it this time, but instead of freezing up like you did with the mirror, it only seems to spur you on. You push your tits out, turning your head to look over his shoulders, hand to the back of his head to bring him closer as you suck him into a sloppy kiss, tongues out of your mouths to make up for the distance neither of you can close from the angle. He bends his knees a little more, adjusting downward so his dick can fill you fuller, a straighter shot from his base to your core. “Tha’s my dumb little girl,” he mumbles, his hand resting on your neck falling to play with your tit as it bounces from the force of his hips. “You like it when I film you, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Wanna watch it and remember how good it felt to get fucked by daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Brain too dumb to think about it right now?”

“Yes.”

Sebastian has the delightful realization that you’re not even listening anymore, just agreeing with him. He knows better than you, and the lesson is really starting to hit home as you can’t even think about his words before simply saying the words you know you’re s’posed to.

“You want daddy to show his friends?”

“Yes.”

“Want him to prove how good you are for him?”

“Yes.”

“Wanna make ‘em all jealous while they watch you take my dick?”

“Yes.”

“Want him to offer you up to them so they can see how good your slut cunt is?”

“Yes.”

Sebastian smirks. He brings his thumb up to your mouth, now that he’s gotten everything he needs from it, and sticks it between your open lips. You eagerly accept it, sucking in time with the movements of his hips. Your tongue swirls around it, peeking from your mouth to reach the base of it, taking the length of his digit and coating it in spit. When he pulls it out of your mouth, he drags it down your tongue, letting the appendage fall from your mouth. He brushes through your hair, messing it up and admiring his work in the mirror just before reaching over to grab the other item he’d retrieved along with his phone. Your faithful little sex toy. Seb turns it back on, maxing out the setting and sticking it straight to your clit. You would’ve doubled over if not for his arms holding you in place just enough to prevent the reaction. You cry out his name, hips writhing, struggling to find some relief between his cock bullying into your pussy and the vibrator mercilessly buzzing against your clit. Having none to be found, you push against his wrist on your hip with no success. Instead, you grip it for dear life as your cunt tries to suck him dry. He might finally let it.

Sebastian stops the recording, throwing his phone across the bed to free his other hand up. He pinches at your nipples as his hips speed up, pounding into you and filling the room with the sound of your skin slapping together, the hum of your toy, and your whimpers. “Can you be a good whore and gimme one more orgasm?” You nod, pained, like it’s the hardest task in the world. He kisses your temple. “Let me cum in you?” Another nod. “Sweet, sweet girl. Your dumb-girl cunt makes daddy feel so good.”

You smile, head leaning back onto his shoulder. He can feel the vibration centered on your nub shuddering down his shaft, bringing him closer. If the way your pussy clenches at his cock is any indication, you’re getting close again, too. He rocks the vibrator up and down your slit, letting the tip buzz against his dick each time he pulls his hips back. “Lemme feel you, baby. Need to feel you cum your brains out on my cock so I can fill you up.”

“‘m so close,” you gasp, rolling against him.

“Yeah?” He holds you closer against his chest, mouth next to your ear. “This is your fourth orgasm tonight, all from being treated like the stupid slut you are. Are you embarrassed?”

“N-no.”

“Don’t sound too confident. D’you want daddy to tell you if you should be embarrassed?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“You don’t have the capacity to be embarrassed about your cunt getting so wet when you’re talked down to. Not when you’re just a brainless cocksleeve. It’s good that even with your limited abilities, you understand what you’re good for. You like that you’re just a toy for daddy, just like your vibrator is a toy for you. You move it, manipulate it to make you feel good, and daddy does exactly the same thing to you. You think your vibrator would be embarrassed? No, ‘cause that’s what it was made to do. Make sense?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Sebastian chuckles lowly, knowing you probably barely heard him over the sound of his cock plowing through your sopping wet pussy. You don’t need to understand, he’ll guide you in the right direction like he always does. “Put your face in the blankets now, sweetheart. Wanna pound you and watch your cunt get filled up.”

He hands the vibrator over to you, making sure you put it right on your clit after you’ve bent over, ass up in the air for him. He places his palm on the side of your face, keeping your eyes positioned toward the mirror so you can watch him finish while he degrades you. He repositions his cock at your entrance, driving it in until the tip hits against your cervix, pulling it all the way back out and repeating the process as you watch intently. Once you’ve exhausted the surprised gasps that fell from your mouth with each thrust, he sets a quick pace, hardly removing his cock now as his tip bounces off your cervix over and over. Sebastian settles a hand on your lower stomach, pushing down on it and moving in time with his thrusts, guiding your hips to meet his. His hand works your stomach, pressing like he’s trying to feel his cock filling it inside you. You moan out, louder and substantially more guttural, telling him he must be doing something right.

“Cunt’s so tight, baby girl. Show daddy how good you feel.”

“Gonna cum–” you groan between shallow breaths.

“Watch yourself cum. Watch daddy fuck you. Watch him cum in you.”

You nod, squeezing your eyes closed for a moment before sucking in more air and training your eyes on the mirror as best you can. He smacks your ass, grabbing down on your cute hips so tight you might wake up bruised tomorrow. As he nears his own orgasm, he uses them for support, his own hips faltering as he continues to back you into him. The slap of skin overtakes any other sounds, filling his ears and he groans, throwing his head back as your cunt spasms.

“Tha’s it, baby, take it for me. Yeah, take my cock in your sweet, dumb fuckdoll cunt. Lemme hear how fucking empty your brain is for daddy. C’mon sweet girl.” You cry his name with your final orgasm, and his cock twitches violently just a second later. Thick ropes of cum fill your cunt, combining with your own sticky cum, and you feel so impossibly wet. “Shit, baby girl– Fuck! Cum for me, don’t stop squeezin’. Cum your fuckin’ brains out. Don’t need ‘em, daddy’s gonna take care of you. Gonna breed my dumb little girl–” He loses the ability to speak for a moment, a deep groan interrupting his stream of consciousness. Sebastian doesn’t stop as he milks the cum out of his cock–he keeps fucking it into you, meeting your eye in the mirror, and you both look utterly primal. You’re so fucked-out, hair messy, lips swollen, tits moving in time with the jerks of his hips. “So fuckin’ cute takin’ my cock like that, princess,” he groans with a heavy sigh.

It takes a while for him to work up the motivation to pull out of you, but he does it, slow so he can feel every soaked inch of you. His cock is covered in both of your orgasms, and the moment the head of it pops out of your pussy, a flood of cum drips down to your clit and puddles onto the sheets below you. He rubs it through your slit and you jump forward, so overstimulated by now that you can’t bear another round. Unfortunate, because he’d love to fingerbang his orgasm back into you right now.

Sebastian decides to be nice to his dumb doll, though, letting you collapse onto your back in the middle of the bed and following close behind you. He pulls your head onto his chest, your ear against his frantic heartbeat as he recovers. His nails trace up and down your spine, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Did so good, sweetheart. Your head feel a li’l clearer now?” You nod, inhaling deeply as your eyelids flutter closed. “Tired?”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

“Why don’t you thank me for letting you cum before you pass out?”

Your eyes open, lashes fluttering up at him. “Thank you, Sebby.” You lean forward enough to kiss his cheek but his hand tucks under your chin, pulling you to his lips and settling into a long kiss. “Good girl,” he says as he finally lets you settle back in. “Gonna fall asleep dripping with my cum?” You nod again. “Okay, doll. That’ll make it nice ‘n easy for daddy to wake you up with his dick in you.” You open one eye inquisitively. “You trust me, yeah? Gonna let me decide what’s best for you?”

“Of course, daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. My dumb baby girl.” Sebastian strokes your hair, his fingers massaging over your scalp. “Get some sleep. Gonna need it.”

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A/N: someone plz request a part two so i can throw Sam in the mix

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