Caught in the act - Dio x Reader (NSFW)
Summary: Thinking Dio, your master, is away, you're masturbating on his bed and rutting on his pillow. You quickly, however, find that's far from the truth.
Reader is afab.
1635 words of pure horniness
CW: Masturbation, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, biting & blood drinking- like come on, he is a VAMPIRE
Inspired by this GEM
https://arvandus.tumblr.com/post/652504841642475520/icarus-overhaul-x-freader
🔞 NSFW, MINORS DNI! 🔞
You shouldn't have been doing this.
You shouldn't have been doing this and you knew it.
Yet here you were, doing it.
"Dio... A-ah!"
You had absolutely no excuses but, even so, you were in Dio's chamber. Alone. Without permission. On his bed. Naked. Pleasuring yourself. Using his very own pillow to create the friction you so much desired between your legs.
Every part of your current actions were screaming "forbidden" but their scandalous nature only turned you on more.
More, you wanted more.
The vampire's natural scent permeated the entire room. Having your head pressed into his pillow- half to muffle your whines and half to smell him more, tricking yourself into thinking he was there- was intoxicating, to say the least.
You rubbed your crotch on the soft material and dragged your fingers in and out of your core with unparalleled vigor. Letting out moan after moan and sweating all over, you were getting close. You held your eyes closed, picturing your Lord was the one bringing you pleasure. His image in your mind was all it took to push you over the edge.
"Ohh, Dio.. Fuck."
You collapsed on your stomach, trying to calm your staggered breathing.
You could imagine in graphic detail the consequences of getting caught but it didn't phase you in the slightest- and in a way that terrified you. It was almost like you wanted to get caught. Like you wanted your Lord to see you in such a state.
With that, you couldn't help yourself. You once again began to drag your clit against his pillow, further coating it in your juices. You arched your back in bliss, giving a show to a nonexistent audience.
Or so you thought.
"What do you think you're doing, darling?"
The whole world went still and your blood froze in your veins. You had no feeling of your lower body- apart from your ever-aching pussy. The very subject of your sexual fantasies, Dio, had caught you in the act.
You had served him for long and were never one to disappoint. He had even gone as far as calling you his "favorite servant" on occasion- your heart fluttered at the memories. Perhaps, he'd kill you without humiliating you too much in return-
"If I'm not mistaken, I asked you something."
You gulped; your throat was dry.
"How... long have you been here?"
"Does it even matter? Answer me."
Fair point.
"I... I'm sorry m-my Lord-"
"Look at me when you're speaking." His tone was as cold as it could be, demanding, but it was nothing less than the greatest melody you'd ever heard.
You meekly gazed at Dio from behind your shoulder. Though it remained unspoken, he found eroticism in your timidness; like an exquisite dish that was being handed to him with trembling hands.
"Please forgive me, Lord Dio. I know it's wrong but... but I couldn't control myself!!" You blabbered breathlessly, "So I'm b-begging you, don't ki-"
"Hmm," He hummed and you could have sworn he sounded bored, if not for the dangerous glint in his eye and his fang showing from his upward-curled lip. "Where are you manners, (y/n)? I don't remember telling you to stop."
"Excuse me?" you felt light-headed.
"You're not one to leave a job unfinished, are you? So go on, come for me."
You couldn't believe your ears. Dio had just- he had just asked you to...
"But- but... Dio!" You protested, your cheeks flaring. He couldn't be serious, right? Right?
"This is an order." His tone was non-wavering, definite.
Wrong.
You sighed, ready to submit to his desires. What Dio wanted, Dio would always get and you weren't one to defy him- not now, not ever. It was't like you didn't want to continue what he had interrupted, anyway. Shutting your eyes and sliding your hand between your legs, you tried to focus only on the sensations you blessed yourself with, ignoring the intimidating presence behind you.
It was silent, save for the sound of your fingers dipping in and out of your folds, your heavy breathing and the occasional whine. You were purposefully being more quiet than usual- than moments before- for reasons obvious enough.
"Naughty, aren't you, my (y/n)? Making a mess on my bed, on my pillow."
'My (y/n).'
You jolted at his low voice- at his choice of words, his sudden possessiveness- and the feel of his lips on the back of your ear, suddenly feeling all the more aware of the juices running down your upper thighs. You hadn't noticed him approaching you.
He was so close, pressing his warm, bare chest on your also bare back as you were working yourself.
So close yet not close enough.
He started kissing the tender flesh of your neck and soon your orgasm washed over you for the second time that night.
"Mm good girl," He hummed and you could feel his member pressing harder on your ass. "Again."
"What?" you whipped your head back in shock, "But I just.. I'm still sensitive-!"
Dio ground his hips against you for an answer, leaving you no choice but to turn back to your abused clit.
This time he was kind enough to help you reach your peak. Snaking his hands under your shirt, teasing and squeezing your breasts for all they're worth while licking and sucking at the side of your neck, his assistance was much appreciated.
As you were reaching your peak, it hit you; after your every orgasm, Dio would aid you more and more.
With a particularly hard bite on your skin, you came undone- again- with a moan, your whole body shuddering.
"You know," Dio began, stroking the top of your head, "I had been waiting for this moment. I could have taken you whenever I pleased but it's more rewarding seeing you break. It took you long enough."
He... wanted to see you like this? Dio, who could and would have whoever he wanted, craved for you in particular? This revelation was flattering, to say the least.
"Me too!" You said with a little more enthusiasm than intended, feeling the embarrassment creep in at once. "I had been fantasizing about you touching me for so long, my Lord. So, if you please..." you turned around and looked up at him with those innocent eyes- as if you hadn't just now begged for absolute filth; god forbid! You, innocent?- and bit your lower lip.
Dio laughed and dug his head to whisper in your ear, his hot breath fanning all over the side of your face.
"Since you're asking so nicely, I might as well indulge you."
With a push to your chest, you found yourself laying back on the bed, cold silk sheets contrasting the warmth radiating off both your bodies.
His generosity, however, didn't come without a price.
The vampire dragged his fangs across your skin, making goosebumps rise on their way, as if to prepare you for what was to come, in case his hunger-filled gaze wasn't self-explanatory. Without warning, he let his teeth sink in your soft flesh. From there on, there was no return. He continued biting down on you; ravenously, voraciously, insatiably. He was considerate enough not to actually drink from you, only break your skin and lap up the emerging blood, making you jolt in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Completely helpless and feeling giddy, your ragged breathing was the only thing you could do, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
After what felt like forever, Dio's hand finally found its way between your legs, at last rewarding you for being so obedient, and your breath hitched in your throat; his fingers were considerably larger than yours, reaching places inside of you you couldn't even dream of doing yourself. It made you so much more impatient for what would likely come next.
He set a pace that had you whimpering and shuddering with every one of his movements. He alternated from going agonizingly slow to ramming his digits in you, all while stimulating your (swollen) clit with his thumb, making you lose your mind and any composure you had maintained until then. It was a wonder you didn't rip the sheets with how you were clutching on them.
It had only been a few minutes and you were about to burst.
"Right there! A-ah, Dio, I'm going to-"
He pulled his hand away, right when you needed him the most.
You were about to complain when you realized. Your eyes blew wide in want as you watched him in a daze lowering his head towards-
"Ngh!" he dragged his warm tongue from your hole, all the way up to your clit, proceeding to suck on it and flick it mercilessly with his tongue; you couldn't stop your legs from trembling. You curled your fingers around his golden locks, tugging on them, leading him on.
Watching him focusing solely on your pleasure, having control yet serving you, was such an intimate sight. You finished in his mouth, writhing under him and heart swelling with contentment.
You closed your eyes, laying breathless on his bed. When you opened them again, he was still hovering over you, his lustful gaze ever-present.
You gave him a weak smile, your heart racing with both fear and anticipation.
"Am I going to die after all?"
His shoulders began shaking and soon, his deep laugh reverberated throughout the room. He gave your cheek a tender kiss, pulling down his pants. If these actions alone didn't make your heart skip a bit, his following words certainly did. Words that signalled the night was far from over.
"Only a little, my dear. Only a little more." [1]
[1]Reference to "le petit mort", a French expression meaning "the sensation of post orgasm as likened to death".