Brat - Eric Coulter x Reader
Pretty much just 4k of smut
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Warnings: just straight up smut, BDSM dynamics, control & overstimulation, a touch of dacryphilia?
The air was cool, refreshing, even if a little moist. Damp metal railings cooled my elbows, and warm air crackled past my lips. I tapped the joint once to watch ash fall through to the dark void below. I relished in the cool air on my legs and stomach and arms while the smoke warmed my face. I could still hear the faint echoes of the music at the late-open club far away.
Looking left, then right, each side looked the same. A wirey metal bridge leading across to a tunnel dug into the middle of a wet, cave-like chasm. On one end, silence. A huge, arching hallway leading to acres and acres of underground gymnasiums and practice halls. On the other, the bridge led to a splitting hallway leading to homes, recreational areas, shopping, offices, and most significantly- the far-off lights flashing green and red and purple and blue to the beat of an old pre-war pop song. My head was bobbing involuntarily to its own beat as I watched the tip of my joint light a bright orange in the near-black chasm.
“What did I tell you tonight?” A deep voice boomed. He wasn’t so much loud as his voice was heavy and projected intensely, making a smile creep up my lips.
“I was hoping I’d run into you here.” I couldn’t help but look from boot-to-toe through my lashes at the very distinct silhouette approaching. Through the few lights hung far on the cavern walls, I could barely make out the reflection of Eric’s piercings and his entertaining scowl. I took one more hit straight to my throat, my eyes glazed over the dark jeans hanging over barely-visible dark boots, and swiped my tongue across my teeth as the man stomped his pointed eyebrows right in front of my face. I could smell his cologne, the whiskey on his breath, and the perfume I had rubbed off earlier. He nearly had me pinned to the railing.
“Answer the question.” His voice was calm, strict.
“You told me a lot of things tonight,” I held the tip to the corner of my lipstick, careful not to smudge the dark red pigment with the burning cone. I frowned a little. “But none of them were that you liked my outfit.”
It was true, the dysfunctionally short leather shorts that barely covered my ass and the cropped tank tied up behind my neck wasn’t usual for the leader to see me in, but I knew what he referred to.
“I told you, if you were to embarrass me out in public tonight-” I could hear his hands grip the rail and creaking it- pulling himself closer to me, “-you’d suffer a suitable punishment.”
My hands rested carefully behind me, just between his on the cool metal. I was nearly nose-to-nose with the square-jawed, tattooed, gelled-hair man towering over me now. “I didn’t embarrass you, you’re the one who said we’re public now.”
Eric’s rough hand gripped the corners of my jaw with gentle fingers, ones that warned me what was coming. “You’re not going to have that cheeky smile for much longer. You like making a show for everyone rubbing all over me at a party?”
“I didn’t see you stopping me.” I shrugged. He still held my chin in his hands. “Weren’t those your hands all over my ass?”
“Of course they had to see what’s mine.” I felt a hand on my hip, my back shook the cold railing, and Eric’s hand tilted my head up farther. I could see his face just barely in the dark, enough to make out him staring me down with an equally dark smile. “But I am a man of my word.”
“Ooh, a Candor,” I raised my eyebrows up and down. I could feel his body heat sending hot waves against my torso and legs, and the railing behind still contrasted with cold metal. “So, what’s this punishment I’m supposed to be scared of?”
Fingertips pressed tighter against my jaw as I felt Eric’s breath up near my ear. I could help but hold onto one of his belt loops and pull him in tighter. “Now you’re going to give me my own show. You’re going to sit on my face until you cry.”
I felt him smile against my cheek just barely, and I laughed softly. “Yeah, right. Good luck.”
“Oh.” It was filled with mocking sympathy, and he looked me in the eyes from several inches above again. “You have no idea what you’re in for, do you? Be at my apartment at one. Do. Not. Be. Late.”
I smiled again, then nodded. Eric wordlessly turned and walked off. His boots echoed with each footstep back to the rock-solid ground. I waited for him to disappear, dragged another long puff of thick air from my dying joint, and flicked the finished tip down the void.
I checked the watch on my wrist. Bead bracelets flew across the face. 12:32. Plenty of time.
The next phase of getting back to the bar, washing the smell off my hands, closing my tab, and meeting back with my friends was a blur of scenes. First I was in the bright-lit tile bathroom, where the LED bulbs reflected obnoxiously off black and grey tiles where drunk party-goers spilled water and drinks. The hallway was filled with dark patches of making out couples, people talking, people crying, and an entrance back to the club areas. Through a set of glass doors, I grabbed the silver handle for balance as I stared out for my group. People I didn’t know, people I didn’t know, people I kinda knew, people I didn’t know. I made my way up to the raised bar area, terribly designed to be up four or five giant black steps on raised platforms. Or seven, I lost count. I closed out my tab, received my points card back, and made one more look for the group I came with. Nothing. I’d see them at work eventually.
The walk back through the hallways was the perfect time to catch my deep, cool breath and find my footing again. I still staggered slightly through the echoing hall, past the occasional talking couples or chatting smokers. My heeled boots padded gently past everyone, around corners, and past the general residencies.
I followed my muscle memory back up to Eric’s apartment. Do. Not. Be. Late. was running through my head. My heart was skipping, and my foot almost joined as I smiled a little to myself. Flashbacks and fantasies were running through my head at warp speed while I tried to walk at a normal pace up more stairs and through renovated hallways.
I stopped at a navy blue door. It was nearly black. I checked my watch again. 12:58. I pulled my boots back, and tried not to swing around too much. I calmed my lungs to silence my breath.
I checked the watch again. 1:01. I held my fist up near my head, paused for a few more moments near the door, then finally knocked three times.
“Open it.”
What greeted me was another dark room. Not nearly as dark as the chasm, but a warmly-lit minimalist apartment with barely any decoration to reflect the soft yellow lamps. There were, however, a couple candles burning on the end tables that had just been lit in the past several minutes.
“That’s already how you’d like to start this?” Eric sat on a leather black couch across the room from me, stoic and colossal as usual. His spread knees bent at a perfect ninety-degree angle with his arms stretched across the back of the couch. He still stared at me with fire, and I once again looked up and down what appeared to be perfectly-tailored black jeans and a tight black tee that pulled on his bicep muscles and showed off the dark linework on his arms.
“Like what?” I frowned and shut the door behind me. “You told me to be here, I’m here.”
“Two minutes.”
“One minute.” I crossed my arms.
“If you knew that, then you knew you’re late.” His piercings arched up with his eyebrow. “When I give you a command, that’s what it means.”
“Well,” I said thoughtfully, kneeling down towards the edge of the couch. “You weren’t great at getting me to do what I was told during initiation,” I inched closer to his boots on the floor, “You aren’t good at getting me to listen at work, unless I feel bad about saving your face,” I sat directly in between his knees now, “I’m not sure why you think it would work well now.”
Eric grabbed my chin again, barely leaning forward to address me from above. “Because next time you wear those little shorts, you won’t need to shake your ass on me to have proof you’re mine. The pretty red marks will do the job just fine.”
I smiled up at him, leaning my face into his hand as my own hands stroked up the tops of his thighs. Eric leaned down slowly again, until my eyes were half-open and I could just barely feel his lips nearly about to touch mine. My hands reached where the denim waistband dug into his skin, pressing my fingers into him. I felt Eric’s mouth move, and opened to see that plotting smile. I frowned.
“You’re not getting anything until you pay that late penalty.”
I looked up through my lashes and tried to look innocent, brushing my hands over his jeans more thoroughly. “What will you do to me?”
“Come lay down.” He snapped, pointed up, then at his lap.
I pushed myself up by my arms. “Really?” It was laced with curiosity.
“Now.” He was nice enough to place one of the black throw cushions where my head belonged, how gracious. He sat back with his open hands. I lied across his lap, arching my back and pressing my stomach against his thighs. I could already feel a hard tent digging against my hip, and bore down as if I was just getting comfortable. Eric gave a swift smack to my ass.
I laughed softly. “That was kind of embarrassing.”
Smack! My breath caught in my throat. Pain stung my left ass cheek, and a kind of whiny moan escaped.
“Better?”
“Mm,” I tried not to sound defeated.
“Take these off.” Eric snapped the leather booty shorts against my skin. He guided my hips up with my hands as I arched up, nearly putting my ass in his face to pull the shorts down and off. Eric did the rest of the work pulling them off my legs. He hummed. He snapped my black thong against my ass. I grumbled.
“Keep count,” he ordered.
Crack!
My butt stung again. Barely above a whisper, “One.”
“I can’t hear you.”
Smack! The right side. I could kind of whimper a “Two.”
“Get to five.”
Snap!
I couldn’t help the soft moan. The hot sting was just barely painful enough to wake up my body, and I could feel even more heat between my legs. “Three.”
Smack! I tried not to wiggle my ass around and beg him to touch me. “F-Four.”
“You shouldn’t be enjoying this.”
Smack! He grabbed my butt hard after the last.
“Five,” I was still airy and whiny. I pressed harder against his hand on my skin.
“Aw, you took it so well,” Eric still spoke with almost a condescending tone. “If only this was your only punishment tonight.”
I hummed, starting to grind tiny circles in his lap with my hips. “What do you want me to do next?”
Eric held a handful of my hair and pulled me back. I stared out into the space above his couch and focused on his breath in my ear. “First off,”
Smack!
I yelped. I wiggled my hips around in painful shock of the unexpected spank. I whined at Eric.
“That was for being late on purpose. Now, I want you naked on your knees on the bed. Go.”
Next thing, I was pushing off my knees to stand up. Now in just my tight top, a thong, and the heeled boots; I paused before deciding to make a show out of untying the bow on the back of my neck as I walked away, pulling the straps of my shirt all the way down before disappearing behind the bedroom door. I was quick to pull off the tiny piece of lace around my hips, untie the boots, and hop up onto the wide grey-sheeted bed to wait. I was brushing my hair out with my fingers and fixing my calf-high socks for minutes before Eric finally swung the door back open. I leaned forward in my W-sit, staring at him up and down as he entered shirtless.
My tongue swiped over my teeth with every inch I took in of him. Eric’s well-carved muscles were decorated with the most intricate geometric mazes and shapes and designs across his arms and torso, reaching up his neck. I felt a wet spot growing on his sheets as I watched how each part of his body tensed and rippled with each step, down to his unbuckled leather belt. The black denim rested low on his hips and he swung them towards me wordlessly, that intense stare back on me. I chewed on my bottom lip and leaned forward, fighting the urge to grab his waistband and pull him towards me.
Eric leaned in, so close I could almost reach out to kiss him, and paused with an arched brow. “I thought I said naked?” He flicked my sock against my skin. It made my leg pull out and press me harder into the wet spot. I frowned. “They’re cute, so I’ll let it slide this time.”
“You haven’t told me what you’re gonna do to me.” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“If you’d been listening instead of being a brat, you’d know I did.” Eric gripped my face in one hand again, tilting it to the side. “You’re going to sit on my face until you cry for me.”
I laughed like I had for the first time. “Is that a challenge? I’ll bet you tap out before I do.”
Eric had an evil smile on his face. “You’re not going to enjoy this like you think you will.”
He walked around and flopped on his back next to me, making the bed squeak. Before I could process it, he grabbed my knees and pulled my legs closer. I whimpered as I fell back and tried to keep my balance. Eric pulled my legs over his chest as easily as I was a toy. My brows raised in surprise, not sure how to react. I tried to adjust myself safely on either side of the man’s square shoulders, but his arms wrapped around each leg and pulled me in close to his jaw.
“Now you sit there and look pretty for me.”
His soft tongue slid up, finally giving me some of that friction I was begging for. I whined when he rode directly over my clit, and then slowly back down over it. I whined again and wiggled around. Eric’s hands gripped harder into my thighs and pulled me down tighter. I tried to calm my breath as I felt his hot tongue drawing firm lines up, down, up, down, up, down. My clit begged for more and cried that it was too intense at the same time. When I bore my hips down, pure pleasure shot up my core. I moaned out openly, and Eric pulled me in further, encouraging me with his hands to ride against his face. His mouth enveloped my pussy, breathing hot air and grinding his tongue hard directly against my clit. My entire abdomen tingled, and I couldn’t help but melt into his arms rocking my hips on beat with his tongue.
“God, Eric,” I managed before I could get a deep breath. I tried to relax all my muscles and just enjoy the feeling; I knew if I came too soon, the overstimulation would make me lose this challenge. A few soft moans still blew past my lips.
The rough man below my legs decided now was the time to start playing tricks with his tongue, drawing perfect little circles over my clit and sucking on it and teasing my lips. I whimpered and threw my head back and fell harder against Eric as I was trying to both contain the amazing rippling feeling across the entire central part of my body and savor it at the same time. “Holy fuck, Eric, please, please don’t stop.”
I could only see the upper half of Eric’s square, fierce and pierced face below me, but he looked incredibly focused on the task directly in front of him. One hand trailed down to his perfectly-gelled hair, traced his eyebrow piercings, and rested on his temple as I hummed through the burning pleasure he caused between my legs.
I was trying so hard not to cum. It wasn’t that I ever had to ask, but if he was serious about going until I cry, that wouldn’t happen until after the overstimulation. I wanted to hold him there forever, grasping hard to my hips to pull me down against his face, playing with my clit with his tongue, moaning and grinding and tingling and melting into his touch before the orgasm exploded.
“Oh, fuck, please,” I whined like a horny cuckoo clock. My breath was getting faster. I was having difficulty calming it with all the flicking and swiping and licking Eric was doing. He just pressed against my clit so perfectly that I couldn’t hold it in.
My legs shook and trembled hard. All that pleasure in my stomach exploded and sent fire across my whole body. My head threw back and my eyes got stuck at the grey ceiling. I didn’t even have control of the loud, untethered moans ripping from my lungs. All I felt was hot, wet, blinding pleasure pouring from my folds and spiraling out across my body. One hand was resting back on Eric’s abdomen, the other gripping his hand on my thigh. I briefly wondered if he could even breathe. I was brought back on track by his tongue still dancing across my clit while my legs shook and spasmed against him.
It was so much. It was so good. I didn’t want him to stop, but every touch of his tongue left me frantic. I whined, wiggled, bucked, twitched, whimpered, and jerked with every bit of friction against his mouth.
“Please,” I squeaked. The overstimulation was beginning to take over, but I didn’t want to lose the battle. A hitched breath later, I was moaning and whining with my clit throbbing against him.
He wasn’t slowing down. I felt Eric’s hot mouth still rubbing hard against me, sucking, licking, drawing, grinding against my almost painful pussy. I cried out harder and instinctively bore my hips down more. This only made Eric swipe harder against my clit, completely soaked.
I leaned back farther, almost completely on his tough stomach now. I rocked back and forth. “Fuck, Eric!” I tried to last longer but my hand instinctively shot against the bed and onto his stomach, ripping myself from his mouth. I laid awkwardly and shakily against his abs, breathing in shallow sobs. I stared up at the ceiling with blurry, white vision, still trembling through every part of my body. I felt one hot tear roll out of the corner of my eye.
Eric pulled me down closer to his lap and sat up ever so slightly. I still lied back between his legs, barely processing his head leaning down closer to me. His hand turned my face to one side, then the next.
“What did I tell you?” He said with a cocky smile that just barely traced the corners of his lips. “I guess you’ll learn to listen next time.”
I whined in response, still riding the serotonin high. I closed my eyes and felt Eric shift, then grab my face again. I opened my eyes to see him directly over me now. His voice was soft as he eyed me, less intensely than before, but with the same hunger. “Now, what do you say?”
“Thank you,” I squeaked softly.
“You took me so well, sweetheart.” Eric’s hand still gripped my lolled-back jaw, but his voice wasn’t filled with that sense of mocking. “Tell me what you want.”
I gathered the ability to open my eyes and look far up at him, resting my hand over his. I could still see that love of control in his eyes. I reached my face up, close to his. He finally leaned down and let his lips touch mine. It was soft, gentle, a massive contrast to his character. Then, I breathed out, “I want you to bend me over and make me beg for you.”
That plotting smile was back again. “I don’t have to make you do anything, you’ve done that all on your own.”
I didn’t have another chance to respond before Eric turned me over like a toy again. His huge hands grasped my hips and flipped them over, then pulled them towards him. Now in a prone position, I leaned back and let my hips grind my ass against his unbuttoned jeans. He was pressing his clothed boner against my drenched vulva, but then disappeared. Just as I could look back for him, I felt hands grab my thighs and yank me backwards. A quiet yelp displayed my shock as Eric pulled me to the edge of the bed. His repositioning came with an evil chuckle.
Suddenly, my toes were barely touching the ground. One of Eric’s hands was on my neck, just below my hairline, gently pushing my face to the bed. The other grasped my hip and pulled my ass to him. “Good girl.”
I whined and pressed harder against the jeans I could feel him shuffling off. “Already came, and still so desperate,” Eric hummed. “That’s my good little slut.”
I whined and backed against him harder. His dick now slid against my sore clit, and I twitched. Eric rubbed slow, but hard against my folds. I whined again, grinding to get him to go where I wanted.
“What is it, sweetheart?” That condescending tone was back. “What’s wrong?”
I groaned and wiggled against him more. “Please.”
“So whiny tonight,” he remarked, still teasing me. “Use your words.”
“Please, Eric,” I added as if that would get what I wanted.
“Please what?” Eric mocked from behind me. His fingers were gently teasing my entrance, making me somehow even wetter.
I groaned. “Just fuck me, Eric, for Christ’s sake.”
“All you had to do was ask nicely,” he taunted.
My breath hitched. The orgasm and soaking preparation I’d had still wasn’t enough to prepare me for the absolute raw force that immediately broke through my body. Eric was big- like extremely big- but I still hadn’t been prepared. I bit my lip and hummed lightly.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head quickly. “Please don’t stop, please don’t.”
I could visualize that evil smile on Eric’s face behind me as he pounded in again. I couldn’t stop the tiniest cry that escaped my lips. He pulled my ass up higher with each stroke, leaving my toes stretching to barely reach the floor. My hands gripped the sheets tighter with each hard hit, feeling his dick stretch my muscles out until they had to relax. Moans and hums brushed past my lips loudly again, and my head bobbed on beat with the creaking of the bed. Each hit to the inside of my walls made me feel like I was just gushing out my juices on him. My vision was tinging white again as he grabbed the hair at the top of my head and pulled back.
One hand still gripped the sheets. The other grasped his fingers over my ass, bouncing with each slam into me. My legs were shaking again, my hips, my stomach tightening. I became like dead weight, unable to hold my head up without him pulling my hair and unable to press my ass farther against him without his hand to pull me up. The noises coming out of my mouth were ungodly, and I was only encouraged when I heard deep, guttural groans tearing from Eric’s lips.
“Please, please, don’t stop,” I cried out. My jaw became slack and I lost control of my pleasure-burning body that erupted with waves of warm tingles and violent relief.
I was broken quickly from my trance when the dick inside me was ripped out, leaving me empty. I heard another hot, dark groan before sputters of wet, warm liquid shot across my back.
Eric’s hands disappeared for a moment, then was replaced by the feeling of fabric. A towel swiped across my back, and then his hands rested on my hips again.
“See, you don’t need to be a brat, sometimes you just need a good correction. Let’s get you some water.”
