title : am i on the naughty list, monsieur?
oc / pairing : alphie d'amour and
donnie lavigne (d'avigne)
trigger warnings : nsfw themes, smut

DAY SIXTEEN : " am i on the naughty
list , sir ?

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I KNOW I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO SMOKE INSIDE the apartment, but I would rather stay in the cool, shaded apartment rather than go smoke in Donnie's van outside. It was warm, and it already took forever to cool off in the van. That was one thing I hated about California. When it was supposed to be winter, it was still at least sixty degrees outside. The sun had just set, no snow on the ground. It was hard to have Christmas spirit when there were barely any clouds in the sky and no snow on the ground.

It was just me and Donnie in the apartment at the moment. Dodie and Drago took Juno to the local Christmas fair. I didn't even know they had one of those. But, Donnie hated anything Christmas related, and I was too scared of roller coasters, so we stayed. It was nice, getting a little bit of alone time. Though, I had a different plan in my head as to how we were going to spend it.

Donnie was quiet. He was in his room with the door shut. I found that awfully suspicious, but it was Donnie, so I let it go for a while. He hadn't touched me in a couple hours, and I was craving it much more than I was craving the cigarette that was in between my fingers.

"Alphie?"

It was like as soon as he popped into my head, he called for me. I swear he's reading my mind sometimes. I took the cigarette from between my lips, blowing out the smoke almost immediately. He called me by my name instead of his pet name for me. I knew then that something was up.

"Yes, Mon cher?" I responded back.

"Could you come here for a minute?"

I was at the end of my cigarette anyway. I put it out, leaving the end of it in the ashtray that sat on the coffee table across from me. I immediately got up from the couch, quickly making it to the room. Or, at least, the door, anyway. I opened it, carefully walking into the room.

"What did you──"

I stopped. I couldn't even finish my sentence. There Donnie was, sitting right in front of me on what was now our shared bed. I noticed the Santa hat first, but then I noticed the clothes. Or── rather lack thereof, other than the red panties and the fingerless gloves. they were made like Santa's gloves, fur at the ends of them. I closed the door behind me, and that's when Donnie flashed his signature smile at me.

I felt my face grow hot. Usually, Donnie isn't the one for costumes. Well, maybe on Halloween. But, the sexy Christmas attire sure did catch me off guard. But ... He looked good in it.

I tried to find my words. "Hi ..." I managed to say back to him, "Hi── Hello."

Donnie motioned me to come over with his finger. I moved over to him right away. He looked up at me. His eyes got me every time. Emerald green, shimmering from whatever leftover light that was coming into the room. He grabbed my hand, practically pulling me onto the bed.

"The elves told me to give you a personal visit," Donnie said to me.

He's in character. That was cute. It made me smile. I'm pretty sure I look a little dumbfounded. I am. Because I didn't expect anything like this. But, I'm quick to play into it.

"Oh? Did they, now?" I asked him, almost amused, "they've been talking about me. What have they said?"

"Oh, you know. They are very concerned about you," Donnie said back, "about your behavior."

"My behavior?" I questioned. The more I look at him, the tighter I feel down there. As flustered as I am, I still make sure to play along. For some reason, it peaked my interest. Maybe because Donnie had never done anything like it.

Donnie hummed in confirmation. It made something stir inside of me. Even now, I still don't know he does. I still don't quite understand my reactions, my feelings. It's not entirely new anymore, but it still felt new.

"Am I on the naughty list, monsieur?" I asked him.

I'm surprised those words came out of me like it did. It was inevitable. The opportunity was there and I took it.

"You are," Donnie said back to me, "you have been very naughty lately, Monsieur D'Amour. And I think that you need to be taught a lesson."

He was so close to me. It made me feel all tingly inside. That's the only way I can describe it to you at the moment. Glittering green eyes staring straight at me. The tension is so thick, you could probably cut it with a knife and end up with two halves, maybe even more. And then he whispered to me.

"Take off your clothes."

My heart started to pound faster. I stood up. I barely even remember doing that, but I did. "Oui, monsieur," I let out breathlessly, before taking off everything, from the shirt to my boxers. The only thing I have on now is my crucifix that's on my neck. Why? Well ... I don't know anymore.

I feel exposed. I always do. It's something that I have to get used to. For some reason, when Donnie looked me up and down, admiring every part of me, it always made me feel a little better about myself. He knows every imperfection on me. Every scar,  the birthmark on my left shoulder blade, all of it.

He grabbed my hand, pulling me toward him. He practically manhandled me into position on his lap. My instant reaction is to giggle. It happened almost every single time, like I had some sort of schoolgirl crush (and honestly, it still felt that way sometimes, I was just happy he looked my way most days).

"Oh, you think this is funny, do you?" Donnie asked.

I can't exactly see, though I hear him grab something. I don't know what it is, not yet, anyway. I immediately identified it when he moved my hair away from my neck with it. I knew then it was one of the paddles that he liked to use so much.

I felt the cool surface run down my back. Its coolness causing my breath to hitch. I bit my lip, knowing what's about to come. The paddle finally made it to it's desired location. I could feel the circular motions, slightly warming up one cheek (and by that, I mean ass cheek, duh).

"Non, monsieur," I said back to him, though the other giggle that escaped my lips revealed the truth.

I felt the paddle come down. Cool air mixed in with the impact. It stung only for a bit, but it made me shudder. The noise I make is inevitable. I could feel the whine escape my throat. It's loud, too. It made me flush in embarrassment, biting down on my lip in attempts to muffle myself from getting any louder.

"So, you wanna lie now, huh?" Donnie asked, his voice low.

The paddle comes down again, the pain is a bit sharper. I yelp, mainly out of pleasure and not pain. My hands slightly grip the bedsheets. I already know I'm in for a long night. But that was okay, I had more than enough time right now.

I felt the paddle go from one cheek to the other, same circling motions as Donnie talked to me. Or reprimanded me, whatever you want to call it. He moved onto a different topic.

"You're a naughty, naughty boy, Mon lapin," Donnie said to me, "teasing me like that. I'd say, that this was your way of asking for this. Ain't that right, chéri?"

Before I could even respond, I felt the paddle come down once again, the same stinging sensation on the other cheek. I suddenly remembered earlier today. I did distract him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing his bass. I gave him neck kisses earlier, just enough to catch his attention. And then I'd go to do something else.

It had been a cat and mouse chase all day, and I had initiated it. All because I wanted attention. I couldn't help it. The way his hands moved on that bass made me wish that his hands were on me instead. And ... Well, I got my wish, right?

"Oui, monsieur," I said back to him, and I felt the paddle come down again, another noise escaping from my lips, "you weren't giving me attention."

"Oh, you little salaud de l'attention," Donnie said, almost amused. His voice still low, it's a little gravelly, rough. It sent shivers down my spine. He basically called me an attention whore.

"You want me all to yourself. Well, we'll train that out of you," he told me.

Donnie slightly turned me over. I'm looking at him again. Looking at him never failed to take my breath away, or make my face flush. Especially with the stupid smirk on his face. Well, it wasn't stupid. It was pretty. Very ... Very pretty. I'm so distracted by it, I almost didn't hear what he asked me.

"Cuffs or rope?"

It was a question that he asked every time. Depending on how I felt, I picked one or the other. But, today it took me no time to pick. I knew exactly what I wanted.

"Cuffs ..." I answered.

I wasn't expecting it, but he took me off his lap,  picking me up bridal style for about a minute before putting me back on the bed. I watched him as he went through that first hidden drawer of his closet. That's where everything was. I found it by accident a couple years back, and now we use just about everything in that drawer.

He grabbed the cuffs. They're a leather pair, red embroidery on it. They're his favorite pair to use on me. And frankly, I like them too. Maybe a little too much? I didn't expect to like them as much as I did.

Donnie came back to me. "Arms up."

I immediately put my arms up. He started to put the cuffs on my wrist. "You know the safeword?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"And it is ...?"

"Red," I answered.

Donnie gave an approving smile. "Good," he said back to me, before kissing my forehead. It made my heart melt almost immediately.

It doesn't take him long at all to pretty much get back into character. He was already driving me crazy, and the feather tickler wasn't making it any better. He traced it down my chest, down my thighs ... God, he was so patient, I didn't know how he did it.

"Arrête de me taquiner," I said to him.

Donnie raised an eyebrow at me. He tsked, shaking his head at me. "I don't think you're the one making demands here, Mon lapin," he told me, as he moved the feather closer to the most sensitive area there was.

My breath hitched. I could feel myself squirming, and he was barely touching me. Just thinking about that, it made me whine out. I don't know how much more I could take. I felt like my brain was turning into mush the more he did this. And Donnie could tell, too. I knew from the way he was looking down at me.

When he figured I had enough of the feather tickler, he set it down to the side. The next thing I knew, he was putting my legs over his shoulders. Donnie got into position, crawling above me. He lined himself up, slowly putting himself inside of me. I heard a breath escape from him, the same time one escaped from mine.

He started slow. Painstakingly slow. God, what a dick. Teasing me in more ways than one. At least he's actually taking the effort to fuck me.

He started to kiss my neck. My body was starting to feel hotter than I was before. A shaky moan escaped from me, butterflies filled my stomach as his hands finally roamed from my waist to my thighs. That's where he put them the most, and I didn't mind it. Not one bit.

The next few kisses on my neck turn to bites. There's another moan, louder than my last, and my face grows hotter. I don't know the difference between embarrassed or the heat anymore at this point. It could've been either. He bit me just enough to draw blood, and I let him taste it off me.

"So sweet," Donnie said to me, "unlike that bratty little attitude of yours."

"Eh bien, peut-être que tu devrais prêter attention à moi," I sassed back. It made Donnie bite into me even harder, I whined out.

I tried to pull my arms down. I heard the clinking of the familiar chain. Fuck. I forgot I was handcuffed to the bed. I couldn't pull him closer to me, I couldn't hold him. Donnie chuckled lowly, and there's a shiver coming down my spine at that moment. He's still thrusting into me, though he sped up only a little bit. It's still driving me crazy. So much, that it's making me squirm again, the sound of the cuffs going off again.

"Someone's getting impatient," Donnie teased.

I'm so close. I can feel it. I don't know how much more I can take. A stuttered sigh fell from my lips. At this point, he had moved on to kissing my thighs. That was a weakness. He knew that, he knew all of my weaknesses. All of my needs, my wants, my passions, my desires ... He knew how to push my buttons, and he knew how to do it well.

"S'il te plaît ..." I managed to let out.

Donnie raised his eyebrow. Another smirk started to crawl onto his lips. "Quoi?"

I don't want to say it louder than I have to. But knowing Donnie, he was going to fuck with me until I do. Mind games ... They were his specialty. At least that's what Dodie said.

"S'il te plaît," I said louder, "J'ai besoin de ..."

"Tu vas devoir être plus fort que ça, mon lapin," Donnie tsked as he kept pumping into me.

I moved my arms again. I couldn't help but to squirm. At this point, this was torture. I didn't know how I endured this long.

"S'il te plaît!" I was practicing begging at this point, "J'en ai tellement besoin."

"Hm ... Non," Donnie told me.

I bit my lips. "Mon cher," I whined out, "Je ne peux plus le supporter. S'il te plaît."

Donnie thought for a moment. Or he pretended to think for a moment. He didn't have a second thought about it. I knew that much. God, I'd have to stay like this. Handcuffed and hard. That sucked. But, I loved it at the same time.

"Non, I don't think you deserve to," Donnie told me, "Naughty boys don't get rewarded. Naughty boys don't deserve to cum."

I knew I was probably fucked. But one thing for sure. He did teach me a goddamn lesson, that was for sure. I looked into his eyes. I knew I had to sound convincing.

"Je promets, je serai sage," I begged, "S'il te plaît."

Once again he raised his eyebrow. He almost looked as if he didn't believe me. With every thrust, I was closer and closer to just letting it go. My hand tried to pull away from the bedpost again and I remember again that I can't. Another whine managed to get away from me.

"Tu seras un bon garçon? Tu promets?" He asked me.

I frantically nodded. "Je promets," I answered. It's like I'm almost out of breath at this point, "Je serai un bon garçon!"

Donnie slightly tilted his head, he was watching me, scanning my face. The way he's looking at me, another shiver down my spine as he gently touches the side of my neck, the side where he bit me. There was blood still there. His thumb has caught it. And while he kept thrusting inside me, he licked it off his thumb.

"Hm," he hummed, "I think I will let you off with a warning. There's still time to be put on the nice list."

He then leaned down, his lips to my ear. "But one more thing I hear from my elves, Monsieur D'Amour, and you won't be so lucky," he murmured, before practically growling the words, "cum. Now."

That was all I needed. I felt my body go limp. I'm whining out. I don't know how loud I am. I assume it's loud enough to where the neighbors can hear. I know I'm about to get weird looks when I go out tomorrow. I felt the warmness of the white substance leak out of me. My breath is shaky, and I'm attempting to catch it.

And about the same time I did, Donnie did, too. He came straight onto my thighs, which was to be totally to be expected. That's where it landed every time, not that I minded. Well, of course I had to get used to it. Which, that took a while.

The first thing Donnie did was clean us up. He knew I was weary about the mess. I didn't like it all that much. After that, he took the handcuffs off my wrists, my arms finally free from the bedpost. He put everything back in the hidden drawer before he came back to bed.

Once he was laying next to me, he pulled me close. The first thing he did was massage both of my wrists. While they did hurt, it wasn't as bad as the first time I was cuffed. I hadn't been used to it. And Donnie helped me out with it. He's been doing it ever since.

And then it kicked in. It was like I could feel the adrenaline drop. I started to tear up. I was tired. Donnie explained to me that it was normal. Something called ... What was it? Ah! Subdrop, that's what it was. With me, it happened a lot, and I didn't know why. Donnie said it was because I still had to get used to the whole BDSM thing.

It was like as soon as he heard me whine, he moved closer to me. He wrapped one arm around me. I could feel his hand stroking my hair. The other hand is trying my tears away. I sniffled, cuddling up to him as much as possible.

"You okay?" Donnie asked.

All I could do was nod. I was too tired to even speak. Donnie grabbed something from the nightstand drawer. He had started keeping packs of Fudge Stripe cookies in the drawers for after. He held the pack up to me. I only grabbed one. I put it in my mouth, but I don't chew. The cookie is just hanging there in my mouth. It made Donnie laugh.

"You're not gonna bite into it?"

I shook my head. I have a mumbled, "uh-huh." It made him laugh again. But I eventually bit into it anyway. The chocolate was starting to melt.

Donnie peppered kisses all over me. It made me smile through the tears that were currently rolling down my face. He once again pulled me closer, maybe even more than he has the first time. I wrapped my arms around him, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. Donnie continued to stroke my hair, and eventually, it was enough to put me into a deep sleep.

── ♡ ( AUTHOR'S NOTE ! )

── this is actually the first time i've written
smut, let alone in first person. i will now
dump my head in holy water─