Punishment - Brahms x Reader Smut
Warnings - smut, obviously, bondage, slight cnc, cunnilingus, fingering, voyeurism, edging, begging, and daddy kink
About - Y/N just tries to get some alone time, but punishing Brahms is fine with him as well.
An- Heyooo! This is the first smut Ive posted publicly, so dont be to harsh on me lol.
Words - 1.4k
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Malcolm decided to stay for dinner tonight, and as always, Brahms decided to act like a brat about it.
At every turn, he would appear out of the walls and bring you close, rubbing his hand between your thighs, whispering things into your ears, begging you to stay with him, and you would have to walk away every time, having to act normal while reminiscing about the things you wanted him to do to you.
By the time you were able to retire to your bedroom, it was 9 pm, so sadly you would have to go without Brahms and just go with yourself for the rest of the night.
You quickly hopped onto your bed, your fingers desperately rushing to the wet folds between your legs, pining for release. You started rubbing your clit and fingering yourself, feeling the knot in your stomach build up. Right as you were about to cum, you heard a soft whimper from the other side of the room, and then dead silence. Your heart excitedly beat, knowing exactly who was watching.
You stood up and smirked in the direction which you heard the sound, and crossed your arms, tapping your foot in annoyance
"Oh, Brahmsyyyyyy. Come out, won't you?" You said in a sing-songy voice.
You watched as the tall man came out, anxiously placing his hands over his crotch area, pants hurriedly pulled up.
"You've been a bad boy, haven't you?" You said in a scolding tone, raising your voice slightly. You tried acting your best like this wasn't turning you on, but how wet you were spoke differently.
"N-no." He stuttered.
"But you have! You were just watching me do naughty things while you were supposed to be asleep. And, you just lied, didn't you?" You stepped forward, looking up at him.
"I'm sorry!" He apologized.
"No, bad boys need to be punished, dont they?" You smirked.
"I'm sorry, I'll be a good boy!" He whined as you pushed one of his hands away, biting your lip at the sight of his bulge.
"Hmm, well this tells me different." You smiled, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and bringing him over to the edge of the bed.
You pointed to the ground and he kneeled.
"If you finish what you interrupted, maybe I'll let you finish." You smirked, sitting down in front of him.
You slowly slid off your pants and underwear, tossing them to the side while Brahms eyed you like you were fresh meat and he was a starving dog.
Despite him straining to do as he pleased, he stayed still and obedient as you took off your shirt, a little faster this time.
You spread my legs rubbed one finger over your clit, antagonizing him. He huffed childishly at you forcing him to wait. He knew you were purposely teasing him, and he was falling for it.
He looked in your eyes and groaned, the tent in his pants looking as if it was ready to burst out at any second.
You nodded and moved your fingers. He immediately lifted his mask just enough so that it wouldn't scratch you, and excitedly leaned in. He moved his tongue with almost no rhythm, but still hit the perfect spots enough that pleasure quickly arose in you.
You grabbed at his fluffy brown hair, pulling him in closer. It felt a little selfish making him do all the work, but you couldn't reward him yet, he had been a bad boy, hadn't he?
His pace grew rapidly, as if he really was devouring you, and you latched your legs around his head, tightening your grip on his hair. Your breath grew shaky and soft whimpers melted out of his mouth. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten until it was almost unbearable
"I'm, i-am gonna cum Br- Ahms!" You said wave after wave of your orgasm passed through your body as Brahms continued until you eventually pushed his head away, panting.
"Was I a good boy?" He asked innocently, and you could see him smirk a bit and then lick his lips before pulling his mask back down.
"V- very." You panted, still somewhat recovering.
You shakily stood up, and Brahms followed.
You ordered him to take off his shirt for you, and he did, as you savored the sight of his well-built body.
"Your such a good boy for Daddy, aren't you?" You remarked and his face flushed. Even the tiniest bit of praise was enough to send him off.
"Y-yes!" He said excitedly, as you pushed him onto the bed and pulled off his pants, his cock springing out. Even though you had seen it before, there was still a rush whenever you did, the size of it somehow always surprising you.
You walked around him, slapping his hand away when he tried to touch himself. You picked up your shirt that had been lazily tossed aside and grabbed his wrists, tying them tightly behind him. No way you were letting him take control tonight.
You climbed over the bed and began stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace, and his hips bucked, desperately trying to get more friction. You immediately removed your hand away from him, relishing in the panting, hot mess of a man beneath you.
"I'm in control today. You had your fun while Malcolm was here, didn't you?"
He nodded, and you smiled, praising him for listening to you.
"Good boy." You whispered, and he rewarded you with an almost pornographic moan, leaning his head back.
You lifted up his mask slightly, just so that his lips would show. He still disliked having the mask off, but didn't mind if it was up just a little.
You straddled yourself over his rather large legs and leaned in to kiss him, before slowly pulling back. You began stroking him again but at a slightly faster pace this time.
Not too long later, you heard small whines and moans pass his lips.
"You're doing so good for me." You muttered into his ear, and he set his head down in the crook of your neck.
A louder whine escaped his lips. You listened to his breathing, as he got a bit louder, practically holding himself down so he wouldn't accidentally buck his hips into your hands.
Just as he started getting shaky, you let go, and he groaned in frustration. You felt a bit bad for toying with him, but it was also fun to watch him struggle against you, forced to do whatever you wanted him to do.
"P- please let me finish Daddy-" He panted, and you decided you could stop being so mean to him.
"Maybe." You smirked, rubbing your thumb against his lip.
You stuck two fingers into yourself, readying yourself as you hovered over him. Slowly, you pushed yourself down onto him, his entire mass filling you up with that familiar mix of pain and pleasure as you began moving up and down,
As you moved faster, the sounds of both of your moans filled the air.
"C- can I come now please Y/N?" He asked practically begging.
You were close to your orgasm as well, so you agreed, moving faster against him. You held onto his shoulders, ignoring your previous dominant character, as you just focused on making him and yourself feel good, the sound of skin slapping and shaky breathing only fueling the intensity.
"I'm g-gonna, cum!" You cried out.
"Y/N!" He moaned, his voice sounding like pure gold.
Both of you climaxed at the same time, as he clung tight onto the sheets, filling you up to the brim.
After the two of you had finished cleaning up, he wrapped his arms around you.
"B- Brahms, you have to get ready for bed. Again." You said, struggling in his bear grip.
"But can I sleep with you tonight?" He whined, pulling up the bottom of his mask to kiss your head.
"But we have to-" You began, trying to not give in to his pleas. He would become spoiled if you just gave him everything he wanted, and there were already rules set in place.
I've been a good boy though! You said so yourself." He begged, and you sighed.
"I- you're right. But just for tonight, okay?" You sighed, resting your head on his chest.
He thanked you and picked you up, laying down in your bed. As soon as you rested your head down onto your pillow, the exhaustion hit you like a bus. You curled into Brahms's chest, enjoying the warmth as you slowly drifted to sleep.
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