𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 [ wlw oneshots ]

rehearsal mistakes [ tár ]

LYDIA TÁR X Y/N
word count: 1050
trigger warnings? smut, slutshaming,
dom-sub, praise kink, slight degradation

Why dont you get on your knees for me, dear?

— Once again from the beginning — female's voice hits your ears as you take your violin after short break during rehearsal. It's been good few hours since it started and it doesn't seem like Lydia, your conductor, wants to end it anytime soon. Your fingers and back hurt terribly and it gets even worse when you get back to playing Mahler's 5th once again, it doesn't take long until you accidentally start playing wrong notes, making the whole thing unclear. It starts sounding really bad, even though this are just your mistakes and to make it even worse, few seconds after you feel cold, full of hate stare. It's Lydia who's looking at you with death stare. She seems to be rather disappointed than mad, yet you still feel unsure about what she might do now.

— Y/L/N, my office after the rehearsal — Lydia says firmly and motions for the whole orchestra to start from the point where you messed up so you immediately start playing, it's not easier now. Your hands are slightly shaking, you can't focus at all - what if she kicks you out? She could do that without any problems and no one would say a thing. I'm completely fucked you think while playing. The woman's eyes never leave you as she conducts, it's a bit unsettling but weirdly exciting. After a while you catch yourself staring directly at the blonde, almost forgetting to keep playing, she gives you a sharp stare when she realizes it.

after the rehearsal

You start packing your sheet music, violin, bow and rest of the stuff when Lydia approaches you.
— My office, now, or perhaps you forgot? — she asks with a cold, mischievous smirk.
— No, I didn't — you say and follow Lydia to her office, leaving your things in the music hall. The older woman opens the door for you and after you come inside, she locks it. Lydia walks over to her desk and sits down, motioning to the chair in front of her where you sit on quickly. Conductor stares at you for few seconds before speaking. Her eyes wander over your whole body, making you slightly uncomfortable.
— I must say I'm not happy with your today's performance — Lydia says in her usual, cold, emotionless tone.
— I'm sorry, it's just... — you try to think of good excuse but she stops you.
— I do not want any excuses, understood? — you nod your head. This woman is making you feel weak. She's crushing you with her self confidence and attitude. — I want words, darling. — there it is, she has you wrapped around her finger. One simple word, enough to make you hers.
— Yes, understood — you mumble quickly.
— You know why you're here, don't you? — Lydia asks and when you don't answer immediately, she continues. — People who make mistakes should be punished, don't you think dear? And you made quite a lot of them... Too many for a single rehearsal... — Lydia says and her tone switches to something more playful as she leans closer to you, her fingers going through your hair. You blush slightly, hoping she won't notice. Of course she does, who were you trying to trick?
— Now... — she leans back in her seat. — why don't you get on your knees in front of me, dear?
Holy shit is the only thing that appears in your head. Is she being serious? She definitely is so you have no option but to obey her. You get down on your knees in front of her and she strokes your cheek softly before undoing her pants. She slides them down, revealing huge strap-on.
— You know how to suck like a good girl, don't you? — Lydia asks, stroking your cheek again. You hesitantly starts licking the toy, putting it into your mouth after a while.
— Dirty slut, eh? — Lydia grips your hair and pulls your head even further so the toy's edge is hitting back of your throat, tears form in your eyes. She forces the toy harder, her hand almost pulling out your hair. After a while when you're almost crying she pulls it put of your mouth and looks down at you.
— Take off your clothes, sit on the desk whore — Lydia commands and you do as she says, your hands slightly shaking, breath quickening and you feel arousal building inside you. You're wet, so fucking wet and you have feeling that Lydia won't be pleased with this. The woman positions herself between your legs, gripping tightly on your hip with one hand, another stroking your tight close to your wet cunt. Her eyes are focused on your face, she's piercing you with her cold stare, when she finally touches your folds, her expression slightly twitches. She keeps her hand in place for a while, slowly moving her fingers just to seconds later force them inside with shocking speed. You moan, your hands gripping on the desk's edge. Not even realizing when, Lydia brings you so close to your climax.
— I-I'm gonna c... — you try to say between moans but she cuts you off.
— No you're not, whore. — Lydia says firmly and pulls her fingers out, now forcing them into your mouth. You're way too shocked after the orgasm denial and you're not even listening at all.
— Open or I will have to force you — Lydia adds as she takes your chin in her second hand. You open your mouth and start sucking on the fingers. She smirks as she looks at you and she gently brushes your hair, before suddenly pushing you to the ground.
— Learned your lesson about making mistakes whore? — Lydia asks, forcing you to look up at her by grabbing your chin.
— Yes — you say softly, looking into her eyes.
— Good girl, I will see you tomorrow. Now get dressed and do not make me wait or I will lock you here for the night — Lydia chuckles darkly and walks out of the room. You immediately get up and put your clothes as you try to process what exactly happened and why did Lydia decide to punish you that way.

Yo, finally finished this. Maybe a bit trashy but I guess it's my first time writing stuff like that xx