Master (Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x Reader)
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Pairing: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x Reader
Prompt: Maid/butler fetish | Glove kink & “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.”
Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞
Intended Audience: Female Audience
Word Count: 2,745
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Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.
Author’s Note: I am once again posting way too late (too early in the morning in my case, yikes). This ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would. Enjoy day 12 of @xxsycamore’s kinktober event!
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Mozart had beautiful hands.
It was something you were always reminded of whenever you watched him play, long fingers stroking the keys with such effortless grace. They were somehow even more beautiful encased in fine black leather as they were now, hiding the pale skin and sinewy tendons underneath.
Acting as a maidservant at one of the rare parties held by Le Comte, you helped Sebastian with food and drink circulation while Mozart played for various members of the Paris elite. Even though Sebastian had made it clear you were to move as quickly as possible, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t linger in the room a little longer than you should have just to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend, so in his element.
The practiced, amicable smile he reserved for social events was firmly in place as men and women flocked to him, drawn by his music as well as his ethereal beauty. You looked away quickly when a woman dripping with green jewels had the audacity to lean over his shoulder as he sat at the piano, giving him a generous look down her dress. Lips painted sinful red, painted nails curled around his shoulder as she smiled at him and you turned away completely. She wasn’t the first to have tried to make a move on the handsome musician tonight and you doubted she would be the last. You tried your best not to let your annoyance show on your face as you offered a nearby couple a refill on their champagne, biting back the frown that threatened to tug your lips into a sour line.
“(Y/n).”
You jumped at the sound of your name, spinning around to find Sebastian bent to your shoulder. He blinked at your expression, no doubt catching a glimpse of the chagrin you’d tried so hard to hide.
“Is there something you need?” you asked quickly, pasting on a smile before he could pull you aside to question you over your sudden change in mood.
His mouth opened before closing just as quickly, obviously put off, but he only asked, “Can you bring more wine from the cellar? We’re starting to run low in the kitchen.”
“Of course!” Delivering the champagne bottle into his waiting hands, you strode from the room briskly, happy to be away from the lights and noise for a few minutes at least. The scent of perfume was starting to become cloying, clouding your reasoning.
What you didn’t notice were the lavender eyes that followed as you left the room, want swirling in their depths.
The cellar was quiet as you descended the steps and passed rows of bottles, inspecting each for more of the wine le Comte had bought for this particular occasion. Your fingers circled the sealed caps, nails drumming along glass bodies. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly, closing your eyes for a minute. This was better. You could breathe down here and, even better, you didn’t have to watch other women throw themselves at your boyfriend.
Usually you loved these parties, the lights and dancing and fairy-tale atmosphere, but not tonight. Maybe you should’ve accepted le Comte’s offer to let you skip waitservice duty, but you would’ve felt bad otherwise, leaving everything to Sebastian.
“(Y/n).”
You squeaked as, for the second time that night, someone startled you out of your thoughts. Only when you spun around this time, you were met with the man you wanted to see the most, his gaze strangely intense as he took you in.
“Wolf!” you breathed his nickname softly, his presence lifting a weight you hadn’t realized had fallen over your shoulders and easing some of the pain in your heart. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be upstairs?” Despite your words, you didn’t want him to go. You wanted him to stay here in this dim cellar with you and forsake the rest of glittering society with its glittering women.
“I wanted to see you,” he spoke, his voice deep and affectionate. The teasing edge in his voice told you that you weren’t fooling anyone and a helpless, genuine smile crossed your lips as you sighed, letting the rest of your disquiet evaporate as the warmth in his voice washed over you. “Let me hide down here with you for a bit?” he asked, leather-clad fingers lacing with yours and squeezing tenderly as he leaned his forehead against yours.
You didn’t bother biting back your overjoyed smile, blushing under the sheer adoration in his gaze as you nodded. Returning your smile with one just as bright, Mozart’s eyes moved on to your dress.
“What are you wearing?” he chuckled, reaching out to grasp the edge of your lacy sleeve. Black and white, the three-quarter length sleeves and skirt were edged in expensive lace and a wide ribbon wrapped your waist, tying back into a large white bow at the small of your back. White buttons dotted your spine and if you looked closely the ebony fabric shone with subtle patterns, silky to the touch. While lovely, it wasn’t meant to draw attention, the square neck and long skirt exceedingly modest.
“Le Comte and Sebastian suggested I wear it for tonight.” Stepping back, you lifted the skirt in a half curtsy, turning to the side for his inspection. “Why? Does it look weird?”
“It doesn’t suit you at all.”
Your heart dropped at his words, stricken eyes blinking at him as he frowned. “What? Why?”
Your lover didn’t answer, just stared at the garment in annoyance, contemplating.
“Wolf, why?” you said again, brow furrowing. You at least deserved an explanation as to why he didn’t like it if he was going to be so straightforward with you.
“Other men are wolves,” he finally admitted, face twisting in displeasure. “You haven’t seen the way they’ve been drooling after you, thinking you’re just some pretty maid they can have their fun with.”
You were silent for a heartbeat, processing, and then peals of laughter echoed off the walls as you bent, trying to muffle your snickering with a hand.
“W-Why are you laughing? This is serious!” Mozart insisted, his fair cheeks flushing pink.
“That’s why you don’t like it?” you giggled, letting him wrap his arms around your waist possessively. Your hands slid up his chest, tangling around his neck, and your fingers played idly with the white hair at the nape of his neck as you leaned up to kiss his chin. “You know that’s silly, right? I’m yours and you know it.”
“But they don’t,” he pouted, capturing your lips in a surprisingly deep kiss. Swallowing your surprised moan, his tongue slipped into your slick cavern, fighting yours for dominance. You didn’t realize you were moving until wine bottles clinked against your back, pressed up against the shelf.
“Wolf…” A string of saliva connected your lips when he pulled away, pinning you with lust-darkened eyes.
“You look delectable,” he husked, gloved hand caressing your cheek. You leaned into the buttery leather, gasping when his other hand groped softly at your behind through your dress. “Such a cute little maid, waiting for me to gobble her up.”
“Are you sure?” you asked breathlessly, pelvis pressed to his. You didn’t want him to leave. You really didn’t want him to leave. But he would definitely be missed upstairs. Who knew if people had already gone looking for him...
Hot lips grazed your jaw, traveling to your neck, and all thoughts of others disappeared. “Forget them,” he ordered, making you shiver as he dragged his fangs teasingly across the column of your throat. “Focus on me and me alone.”
“Yes...Master.” It was daring, using the title outside of the regular confines of your bedroom, but your gamble paid off as he inhaled shakily, his grip tightening on your body.
“So that’s how you want to play it?” he challenged, making you yelp as he left a vicious hickey in his wake. Satisfaction shone in his eyes as he pulled away, taking in your flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, swollen lip caught between your teeth. “Very well.”
Your legs trembled as he pulled away, taking a few steps backwards until he sat on a crate, patting his lap expectantly. “What are you waiting for? Come here.” What else could you do but obey as he crooked his finger, beckoning. Hands shot out to grab your hips when you were within reach, dragging you on top of him to straddle his waist.
“Wolf,” you moaned as his hands slid up your stocking-clad legs, pushing your skirt out of the way. You yelped, jolting, as a second later, his hand landed on your ass, a reprimand. His hand slid up your neck to grip your jaw, gentle yet forceful as he brought your face to his.
“That’s not what you call me, maid,” he growled and shoved his tongue down your throat, dominating his territory. Your thighs shifted, trying to rub together as arousal dampened your panties, and Mozart bucked under you, grinding the bulge in his trousers against your core.
“Ah! Master!” Your back arched as he allowed you to grind yourself down on him, his hand reaching to pull the ribbon holding your hair back undone.
“Will you be a good girl for me?” he purred. “Make me feel good?”
“Yes!” You nodded eagerly, clutching him to your chest as you gyrated, desperate for more friction.
“Beautiful,” he purred, burying his fingers in your loose hair and pulling your head back to expose your throat. “I’m going to ruin your body for anyone else,” he breathed against the sensitive skin, licking his lips.
“My body belongs to you, Master,” you mewled, frustrated tears beading at the corners of your eyes. You needed more. Needed to feel him inside of you.
He laughed low and pleased, the sound vibrating against you. “That’s correct. Such a smart girl my willing little maid is. She knows exactly who she belongs to.”
Leaning back on his palms, his eyes flicked to his belt and the obvious erection tenting just beneath it. “Take it out,” he demanded. Your hands shook as you did as he asked, undoing the buttons of his trousers and reaching in to wrap your fingers around soft, pulsing skin, firm beneath your digits.
A deep moan sounded from his chest as you stroked him, circling your thumb around the swollen tip as he leaked precum. Flushed with blood and need, Mozart’s cock was a shade darker than the rest of his pale form, and he knew exactly how best to use it to bring you pleasure, having unraveled you on it countless nights.
“That’s enough,” he grunted from between gritted teeth. “Show me that pretty cunt. Show me what’s mine.”
Rising to your knees, you bunched your skirts in one hand, reaching down to pull your panties to the side. Your folds glimmered faintly in the candlelight and you mewled as soft leather parted you, his middle finger circling your clenching entrance. Mozart didn’t seem to care that your wetness darkened his gloves, staining it with your essence. “M-Master...please...hah...fuck me. I need it so bad. Please.”
“Patience.” His thumb pressed lightly on your clit, rubbing just enough to tease. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough.”
He spent a few more minutes drinking in your moans and pleas, committing the sight of your disheveled, lustful state to memory. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now,” he groaned, heart thumping heavily with desire for you. Mozart had witnessed your beauty while in the throes of pleasure countless times, but it still made his chest swell seeing how good he made you feel, how much you longed for him. None of the men he had secretly wished tragedy upon would probably ever know you belonged to him, but if any of them so much as tried to touch one hair on your head they would find out just how cold and cruel he could be.
Tugging you forward, he positioned the tip of his cock against your entrance, circling, gathering your juices until they dripped down the appendage. Steadying a hand on your hip, he helped you sink down on his cock, a shiver wracking your bodies when you were finally fully seated. Slowly, you rose up again before dropping back down, your pace gradually increasing as you bounced on his dick and half-formed praises of how good he felt spilled from your lips. The thick vein that ran down the side of his cock rubbed your walls just right, sending fantastic jolts through your body with each drag in and out.
Mozart’s fingers dug into your hips in an iron grip as you moved, eyes trained on the intoxicating sight of his dick disappearing in and out of you. A loud moan broke from his lips when you circled your hips, making him buck and curse beneath you.
“So tight,” he panted, bringing you down harder in reward, making you scream as he impaled you on his cock. “So fucking tight. I can feel your cunt sucking me deeper, so pathetic and desperate.”
You whimpered at his filthy words, feeling your wetness drip down your inner thighs, probably staining his pants. Your thighs burned with the force of your bounces, your pussy clenching against the cock stabbing deep inside of you, and the lewd, squelching sounds of your fucking echoed off the stone walls, filling your ears. The coil in your belly was beginning to tighten, signaling your approaching climax.
“You’re getting wetter,” he observed. Indeed, a milky ring was forming around the base of his cock, and he watched as more of your essence seeped from you with a swipe of his thumb over your clit. “Are you going to cum soon?”
“I-ah...yes...yes, Master.” You nodded, lips parting around each shaky breath you took. Your breasts bounced within the confines of your dress, sensitive nipples pebbled and scraping against the fabric of your corset. “Please...mmh!...Please, make me cum!”
“Where do you want it, meine liebling?” His hand pressed into the small of your back, making you whine as the angle of your grinds changed and his cock slid against your clit. He could feel himself getting closer as well, balls tightening with the urge to paint your walls white.
“Inside,” you begged, core throbbing at the need to be filled. “Fill me with your cum.”
Smiling, he gripped your hips and lifted you up, vampiric strength slamming you back down. You screamed his name as you came, regardless of who might hear, your walls clamping down around him in a vice-like grip. Tearing your sleeve off your shoulder, Mozart sank his fangs into your flesh, drinking deep as he shuddered and came within you, granting your wish.
Milky white seeped out around him as you came down, aftershocks wracking your form as he took a few deep swallows of your blood. The pleasant, mindless oblivion of your orgasm lifted slowly, white hair tickling your cheeks as your lover held you tight against him.
Your hand cradled his cheek as you pulled away from each other, his tongue darting out to catch the last drops of your blood on his lips. “Mmh, I love you,” you murmured against his mouth, trading sweet kisses.
Smiling into your kiss, he replied, “I love you too, schatz.”
Your panties put back into place, he set you down on trembling legs, your thighs rubbing together against the stickiness threatening to seep out. A smug smirk appeared on his face as he watched you, fixing his own disheveled clothing. You shot him a half-hearted glare, but the expression morphed into a smile as he attacked you for another kiss.
He was welcomed with cries of relief and happiness when the two of you returned to the party, a few more bottles of wine in your arms. Before he disappeared back into the melee, he sent you a knowing glance over his shoulder, a secret only the two of you shared. To anyone else looking at him, it was as if nothing had happened, except there were mysterious new stains on the expensive leather of his gloves.
Meanwhile, you were grateful to Sebastian for not questioning you over the awkward stiffness to your movements as you walked, trying desperately not to let your lover’s cum spill down your leg as you tended to your duties.
