prompt : !requested! reader’s been a brat all day at school to her boyfriend, leading to an unexpected visit that makes the reader regret ever doing so.
warnings : SMUUUUTTT , minors dni! dom!sebastian obv, usage of daddy, drooling, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, kink undertones, talking back, face fucking/slapping. all that wonderful stuff.
A/N : big thanks to the lovely @karamelcoveredolicity for the gifs as always ! <3 this is gonna be longer than i expected so buckle up baes 🫶🏻 posting this for my girlies still obsessed with Sebastian Kydd. i had so much fun writing this, hope y’all enjoy !
Maybe you were being unfair with how you were treating your boyfriend. Maybe you had a reason you just couldn’t put your fingers on yet. Maybe you just wanted to see his reactions to your multiple snarky remarks. Too many maybes to care about. Suppose you didn’t need a reason, you just wanted to piss him off. Most likely that, you didn’t have time to dwell, just time to think of ways to make every response worse than the last. You knew you shouldn’t be testing his limits but you couldn’t stop. His reactions were too gold to do so. If only he knew he was giving you just what you wanted.
It was nearing the end of the day and you could just tell Sebastian has had it up to his limit with you. Trying to frantically trap you in corners that you always wiggled your way out of. A smirk was perched perfectly on your lips when he stopped trying to get you alone. That’s how you knew you did it. You were sure of it. It was too bad you thought he couldn’t do anything about your actions. You knew your family was coming over for the long weekend, you knew he wasn’t allowed in your house per your mother’s orders.
You were sure that you had gotten away unscathed when he kissed you goodbye, his lust-written orbs lingering down at your frame as you practically skipped away from his hold. If only you knew what he was planning. He knew just how to finally get you alone, when you least expected it. He always knows how.
You let out a sigh as you scanned over yourself in the mirror, a baby blue flowered dress towering over your curves that your mom insisted you wore. The material covered everything she had deemed as ‘a distraction’ when your extended family shouldn’t be looking there anyways. You were too busy deciding rather or not to just fake sick, ditch the dinner all together, ditch having to show your family around the house, that you didn’t notice the hands that were snaking around your waist.
You yelped just as you noticed, eyes peering up at Sebastian in the mirror above you. His hands smoothed down the front of your dress, a small hum ringing out in your ear as he looked over the material. “You pick this out, baby? Does you no good.” He whispered against your skin. His face never changed from hours before, the same fire hidden behind his iced out eyes, same voice. Same rasped firm voice. Shivers ran down your spine as his hands snaked under your dress to rub at your inner thighs, his chin rested on your shoulder. A chuckle escaped from his lips at the way you were now so frozen in your place - no immediate remark that could make him topple over the edge. How could you when he was doing the very action that shook you up every. single. time.
“N-No, daddy.” You stuttered out, chewing at your bottom lip as you snapped your hips back into his, a small slap to your thigh following. His hands ran up to brush against your covered clit, a small sigh passing your lips.
“Oh, now you wanna’ behave.” He snickered, removing his hands from your thighs entirely, running his hands up your arms to slip the straps off your dress. You did it - you sent him over the edge. A part of you screamed to stop right there, to submit fully before you got yourself hurt, the other part wanted to see just as far as he was willing to go to shut you up. You could never pick the right side that he wanted you to.
“Who said I was behaving?” You spun around, a sly smile glued on your face as you placed with the top buttons of his shirt sliding them through your fingers.
“Unless you want me to take you right here and make you look like the pretty lil whore that you are, I’d behave.” His hands found themselves gripping your hips, his knee bucking up beneath your dress and hitting the exact spot that you needed. You mewled, a smirk curling along Sebastian’s lips at your reaction. He knew he had you, then and there. His hands rubbed up your figure, taking in every covered curve of your body that he never seemed to get enough of.
“Don’t threaten me with what I want.” You met his gaze, his hands gripping tightly against your hips, pushing you harshly against him. He supposed he was threatening you with exactly what you wanted, your game you’ve tested out more than once wasn’t at all hard to pick up on. He didn’t say anything just yet, his smirk never wiping off his face but only growing if that had even been possible. His blown eyes met yours again, raising a hand up to grip your chin. His knee bucked up into your dress again, a strangled whine popping out of your mouth, your head falling back against his chest, your fingers gripping at his shirt for dear life.
“You’re cute. Trying to act tough when you know you’d let me do whatever I wanted to you.” He leaned down to whisper against your lips, ghosting over your own, his hands working on sliding the straps down of your dress. “Now..” He continued his work, sliding the material off of your body completely letting it pool right at your feet. “Is my baby gonna behave or will I have to deny her what she really wants, hm?” He finished, taking the time to admire your figure. You weren’t prepared for him coming over, no fancy new lingerie set you always wore for him, but he didn’t mind a thing. He admired everything you wore, you always made it work, he’d insist probably every day he lives. That’s how you knew you had him wrapped around your finger, no matter how you acted, upon many other reasons you could name by heart.
You shook yourself out of your daze, swallowing a shaky breath as you thought about your next move. Your confidence in never breaking your attitude seemed to disappear with every passing minute you didn’t answer. You clutched onto his shirt, your eyes trailing up his chest and glued themselves onto his lips. You took your time to step out of your dress, kicking it feverishly to the side while your fingers worked your way on the task of unbuttoning his dress shirt. He only let your shaky hands get halfway before using the back of your neck to push you to your knees. He wasn’t letting you control, especially when you hadn’t let him all day, that’d be too easy on you.
He made the swift motion of starting to undo his belt, letting it slap on the floor, his hand bending down to raise your chin up, making your lidded eyes look into his own once more. “How about my pretty baby shows me how much she wants to behave after today, hm?” He purred, a noise that slowly turned into a chuckle as your head nodded even before he could finish his sentence. He let you sink your fingers into the sides of his pants, you knowing to never break eye contact unless he said otherwise as you pulled down his pants that he stepped out of right away.
His hand moved to grasp a big notch of your hair in his fist, forcing you to break contact with his orbs, watching you intently as you tugged down his boxers. You wasted no time as ever before your lips wrapped themselves around his tip, his hand coming up to force your head down all the way giving you barely any time to adjust to him. He hissed from above as you flattened your tongue around him, taking in the pretty sight in front of him. You were leaning back onto your feet, drool running down in a glistening strand along your chin, your mouth hung open to use however pace he pleased. You were captivating to him - as always. But he wasn’t planning to allow you to see what you do to him - you haven’t proved that you actually wanted to behave just yet.
“Good, good girl..” He cooed out, using both his hands to scoop all your loose hair up, using the new angle as leverage to thrust himself in and out of your mouth, your eyes looking up at his with your innocent glossed over look sported in your orbs. He could’ve lost it there, but he couldn’t. Not so early, he knew you were trying everything in your book to get him to be nicer to you. He wasn’t allowing himself to budge - you hated every second. His pace on your mouth became vigor, his head thrown back in bliss as he used you to his liking. The more he bucked his hips, the more he was pushing himself over the edge.
That couldn’t happen. He couldn’t give you what you wanted.
He pulled your head off of him harshly, pulling your body up from your hair, and pushed you on the bed. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it elsewhere, he wasn’t looking. “Was very rude of you to keep talking back to me today, baby.” He spoke, dipping his knee on the bed to set himself up to hover over your figure. You could only look up at him and nod, biting your swollen bottom lip as you awaited what he would say next. He hummed lowly, a slow finger tracing the inside of your thighs to the hem of your small underwear, hooking his finger in the material. “Nothing to say for yourself, princess? No words left in that pretty little head of yours?” He let your underwear slide down past your legs, discarding them quickly around the room just like his shirt.
You could only whimper, his finger now dipping itself in your wetness, dragging a line up your pussy. He let the slick rub up to your belly, trailing his finger up to your bottom lip so you could taste what was left on his finger. “You were so lucky I didn’t pull you somewhere and just fucked you right there.” He rasped, pushing a middle finger into your eager hole, taking your breath away and making it hitch into your throat and your back inched up from the bed. He snickered at your eagerness, dipping down so his head was in between your thighs reaching up to enclose your legs around his head.
He flicked his tongue slowly onto your clit, looking up at your position as he slowly started to pump his middle finger inside of you, curling his finger upwards to get the spot you yearned for the most. He detached his lips from your clit, harshly snapping your hips down to meet the bed so he could make you feel all of what he was making you endure. When you least expected, his finger pushed out of you slowly and he replaced it with only his tip.
You purred this time, your bottom lip popping out to pout. You wanted more of him and he knew that’s what made him let out probably the evilest of chuckles against your skin. “What’s wrong baby?” He pushed another inch. “Not getting what you want?” He smirked as he slowly started to inch into you. Your head tilted back on the pillow below, eyes fluttered closed as he was finally all engulfed into you, walls tightening around him.
He let out a hiss at the feeling. His hand raised up to slap softly across your cheek, fingers gripping under your chin. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, baby.”
You opened your lips to speak, his sudden violent thrust of his hips cutting you off and making your lips press up against themselves. Your whines cut off any of the thoughts you could’ve had further, your knuckles white with how hard you were clinging onto the sheets. Your toes curled from beneath you as he buried himself deeper inside, hitting the spot he always knew full well how to hit by now.
You yelped, jolted from where you were laying, his hands guided themselves to your hips pinning them down to the bed as he started to rut into you. your body hit the mattress with a thump with at every thrust, he let your head fall against the pillow this time, sweet sounds escaping your lips in an angelic chorus, disregarding your family that could be calling your name at any minute.
“Feel good, baby?” He whispered low in your ear when he knew the answer, he just missed when you said it. But he knew you couldn’t. That’s what made the smirk never dissipate from his face.
“Mmm. Yes, daddy..” You mewled a response, eyes locked shut as he never stopped his pace on you making your walls squeeze tight around him. Only a short moment went by before a knot in your stomach began to form at his brutal thrusts.
“Shh, baby.. I got you. Let yourself go.” He spoke slightly below your ear. With the go, you arched your body and came all over him, your clit pulsing as you became undone.
“That’s my good girl..” He groaned, burying himself as deep as he could go before following suit, spitting out a mumble of praises. You smiled slightly as you let him chase his high, pulling out of you.
“I could do that all day, you know.” He mumbled against your lips before diving in for a soft kiss, your hands rubbing along his chest.
“Well I guess I have to rile you up more often.” You giggled softly, making him shake his head.
“Now, i didn’t say that. Get down there before your parents catch you, yeah?”
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