request: “Would you be willing to write some ebbi lemon-y goodness? With like deepthroating and him whispering those dirty German phrases you were talking about? Please my crops are dry and this quarantine sucks, I will love you forever (´;︵;`)”
a/n: ebbi loves a good darling, especially one with a throat as tight as yours. rough sex, dubcon, oral, facefucking/deepthroating, cum drinking, daddy kink, spitting, degradation, praise, domination, kidnapping, lemon.
Every muscle in your back tensed, and your eyes grew meek as you slowly turned them upwards.
Ebbi was frightening. At every level, to every extent, you feared not only what he was capable of, but what he would think was an...appropriate punishment, if he felt you weren’t behaving the way he thought you should. He was strict, severe, and brutal, so when he gently talked you into getting down on your knees, you knew it was in no way a suggestion.
“You need to use your tongue.”
A snarky, shit-eating smirk split across his lips, even more intimidating when you were situated below him. Ebbi was a monster, you had no doubts about that, and he would do much worse than you could imagine if you didn’t deliver on what he demanded of you. So even though being in his presence was terrifying, you swallowed that fear and reached up to place your hands over his crotch.
He said nothing, and looked down on you with more intensity. You felt yourself starting to sweat.
“...Do you need a reminder?”
Ebbi stretched and cracked his neck, expression shifting into boredom--or, perhaps it was just dismissal--as you tugged on his zipper with trembling fingers, and fumbled with the button until you eventually got it undone. He had the audacity to scoff when you pulled his pants lower down his waist, muttering something under his breath that you couldn’t hear, but knew was an insult. The process had to continue, though, and by some miracle you managed to tug the waistband of his boxers down, and look on in a sort of disgusted awe by what you were faced with.
The smell was strong, a musk so potent it nearly knocked you over, and you could feel Ebbi’s eyes burning holes into your head as you took inventory of what he was packing. Thick, uncut, with a smooth head peeking out and dark, wiry hair that framed the base of it...your fingers brushed the underside almost by accident, and you noted how his thighs tensed as you did so, under the one hand that was keeping you steady.
“E-Ebbi...yo..you’re, um..”
He cocked his head, and looked at you in a mocking confusion.
He rolled his eyes, but this time it didn’t really feel as though he was as annoyed as usual. With a grip that was familiar and knew what it was doing, Ebbi reached down and took himself into his hand, and you watched with a shiver as his cock twitched to life and seemed to aim directly at you. Without a word on his lips, the fingers on his free hand reached around to sink into your hair, and propped up the back of your head so he could pull you closer...and instead of doing something outwardly terrifying, he shifted slightly, and gently tapped your cheek with the tip. You listened close and heard him mumble something again, but this time you had the courage to ask what he said.
“Na? I said you were cute like this.”
He went about, rubbing his dick against your cheeks and patting your nose, as if it weren’t a living appendage that was growing harder by the minute...and after letting you feel the veins running up the side by pressing it against your cheek, he held it out in front of you and prodded at your lips with the head.
“Open up. It’s time. You’re going to make your vati feel so good...”
It was soft, and you were too nervous and jittery to really process it, but a moan slipped quietly off Ebbi’s lips as he pushed past yours, moving slowly into the warm confines of your mouth. He was thick enough that there was little space to spare, and he just so nearly breached even deeper, the tip kissing the back of your throat…
“...See? Not so hard. Schätzchen...nnh, but I am for certain. Give me a look.”
Now, just about fully sheathed except for an inch or two, he had both hands free to cup your cheeks, tilting you upwards both so you could meet his eyes, and so you could feel the bulging of his cock trying to enter your throat. You were by no means an expert in German, but you knew a few words by now--”Na” seemed to be a bit of a vocal tic for him, a bit like “Right” or “Ok”, and you knew from a very brief chance with your phone that “Schatz” was a term of endearment, which he sometimes paired with other words that you didn’t quite understand. You weren’t quite clear on what “Vati” meant, but by the look he would give you when he said it...it was anything but good.
“Such pretty eyes...you like vati’s cock, don’t you? You like how it tastes?”
As if to encourage you to do so, he guided your head back so he could sit inside a bit shallower, and you could taste the precum already beginning to drip from his slit. At this point, it seemed a good time for him to pull out with a wet pop and tug his foreskin down with a skilled hand, the head finally coming to light completely and glistening already with your spit-shining. But before long he was pressing back inside, a groan pulled from his throat as he said something a bit gentler...but that far from meant he was going to be gentle.
“...Suck, mein liebe. Show me how good my little...what do you call it? Ah, so--show me how good my little slut sucks me off.”
Even if he was playing at being loving before, that was definitely gone now--the venom returned to Ebbi’s voice, and he started to thrust shallowly into your mouth, just enough for you to feel the drag of his shaft along your cheeks, and the veins pulsing against your soft, slippery tongue.
You despised how cold his hands were against your face, and how his fingers slowly moved towards the nape of your neck, to lace together and keep a sure hold on you, so you wouldn’t have the chance to escape. The soft paps of his tip smacking against the entrance to your throat didn’t register at first...but when he dug his fingers into your skin and moaned as he pressed past the point of no return, your mind knew only fear and panic as you squirmed against his hold and scrabbled for purchase at his knees.
“Nnh, fick dich...hure, you fucking--scheiße! Zu eng…”
Ebbi’s nails scraped at the back of your scalp, making no effort to calm you down--and he just pushed deeper, precum dribbling at a steady stream down your throat, and your neck constricting like you were going to lose your lunch. You nearly had to force yourself not to gag on Ebbi’s cock, and in the end, it worked...at least, to the extent that he wasn’t going to kill you for choking half to death.
He somehow had the strength to chuckle, even when he seemed like he was ready to burst--and he didn’t wait for even a look to serve as his answer, and as soon as you stopped panicking, started to buck his hips slowly and watch as he disappeared into your mouth.
“Heh...sexy, you’re sexy in this way...I know you were made for this…sucking my co-ooh, my c-cock..”
His heels dug into the floor, and by the glimpses you caught between being face-fucked by your captor, you took notice to the sultry, half-lidded gaze he served you from above. The closer he was getting, the faster he fucked your throat, and by the grunting and the way he was throwing back his head in ecstasy, you had a bad feeling that end was coming soon.
“Wo? Wo willst du es? You want to drink it?”
You locked up at that, tears forming at not knowing exactly what he was asking, and in turn only making it more pleasurable for him as your throat clenched around his cock, which had already started to pulse and spit inside you. Ebbi seemed to cling to one last shred of self-control, though, as he latched on to the idea and thrust hard enough inside to leave a bruise, while a blood-chilling smirk spread across his lips once more.
“Trinke, schätzchen. Für vati.”
You barely had the chance to take a breath, much less understand what he was saying in that low, breathy tone of his...but it really didn’t matter, because then Ebbi was groaning out his pleasure in a way that didn’t require words, and holding you flush against his stomach so your nose brushed against his thin, coarse hairs. You jolted automatically as cum shot out in thick, heavy ropes into your throat, and slid uncomfortably down into your belly like a drink that warmed you to the touch...and it just kept going, his cock twitching inside you even as he moved to pull you off, stopping only to let off one last spurt of milky cream against your tongue, so you could taste his bitterness along with the salt of his sweat. In a babble of half-German and half-English, he mumbled something about sucking--and with tears still staining your cheeks, you made a weak attempt to lick up all the remnants of his abuse off of his cock, until he had finally pulled out and let you take a deep breath.
“Hah...oh, dear. Look at your sweet face...you behaved good for vati, didn’t you? I’m almost sad I didn’t cum all over your lovely expression instead..”
His scent was still dizzying, and after the trials you had suffered it was even more difficult for you to keep your balance, despite already kneeling on the ground. Fortunately, Ebbi seemed to be in too good of a mood now to care when you collapsed to the floor, and only laughed in a pseudo-jovial way when his name spilled in a trembly tone out of your mouth.
“Tired, are you? My poor schätz, all tuckered out...do you want a gift from me, my sweet? A reward for sucking me so well?”
With a fearfully gentle touch, Ebbi kneeled down beside you and brushed a hand over your cheek, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear in the process. Slipping his fingers under your chin he lifted you up so carefully, so as to make sure you didn’t move too suddenly, and gazed down at you with those dark, dread-inducing green eyes. He pressed his thumb to your lower lip, and smiled as you opened up at his silent command.
And he spit into your mouth.
“..There’s your present, now swallow it. And don’t forget this...vati’s going to want some more of this precious mouth, later.”
