[NSFW Content Warning]

(POV: 2nd Person)

You know this is wrong, you should be telling him to stop but, the way his fingers trace over the folds of your pussy — you can't help but want him to touch you more. The heat you feel radiating through your skin reaches your cunt, where he begins fiddling with your wet lips — god he's such a tease.

With pleading eyes, you look up at Brahms. Fluttering your eyelashes and mouthing these words slowly to him, " Make me cum."

Brahms is hesitant at first, even though this was his idea to begin with. The cautious look in his eyes tells you that this was not part of his plan. Did he really think you would've stopped him there?

He exchanges a couple glances at the driver through the rear-view and then back at you. Not trusting you to keep your mouth shut, he tells the man, " Do you mind turning the volume up a few notches? I really like this song..."

The man nods, playing the radio louder until it's just enough to block out some noise.

Getting you prepared for what's to come, Brahms places a finger up to the lips of his mask to remind you to keep quiet.

After giving him a nod to show that you understand, Brahms' long and slender ring finger dips inside your slick pussy. Your hands tighten around the material of your dress as you try to hold back your moans. Slowly, his finger starts pumping in and out of you. Keeping a steady rhythm — he adds another finger to taunt at your messy hole. When Brahms presses his palm harder on your clit, your eyes close shut and a whimper escapes your lips. Quickly, Brahms wraps his other arm around your shoulder to hide your face in his neck. The shaky breaths that hitch in your throat vibrates onto his skin.

When Brahms feels your cunt mercifully sucking his fingers in, he picks up the pace. The overwhelming pleasure, added on with the fact that Brahms is finger fucking you for all his worth, has you defeated. Your whole body begins to jerk until finally, you let it all out, squirting over Brahms' fingers. He releases his hand from under your dress, putting his soaked fingers in your mouth, you suck and lick them clean.

The rest of the ride goes by quick after that, and when the taxi pulls up in front of the house, the driver turns his neck to look back at the both of you. Your both sitting up with your backs straight — hands placed together in your laps. You give a sheepish grin, acting as if you hadn't gotten finger fucked in the back seat of this man's vehicle just moments ago.

" Thank you for the ride," Brahms says as he hands the driver the remaining money left in his pocket.

Upon entering the house, Brahms closes the door after you. He leans his back against it and you both just stare at each other without saying a word. Thinking about what had just taken place, one corner of your mouth quirks up. It starts as a small chuckle at first and then turns into hysterical laughter. As Brahms watches you, he joins in shortly after. With a hand over his stomach and body slightly hunched over, his shoulders bounce up and down as if he's been trying to hold it in as well.

You wipe at the tears forming in your eyes and when you both calm down, the two of you decide to get ready for bed.

You walk through the foyer together until you reach the stairs. Usually, at this point, you each say your 'goodnight's' before parting ways. He goes into his lair in the wall while you stay in the upstairs bedroom but, this time, Brahms decides to walk you to your room.

" Okay, this is my stop," you say as you both reach the door, " Get a goodnight's rest, yeah?"

You wait for Brahms to say something back but, he doesn't. Instead, he just stands there.

" What's wrong?" you ask.

" I was just thinking..." he hesitates, " Maybe I can stay with you until you fall asleep."

Feeling touched that Brahms still wants to spend more time with you — you feel your heart skip a beat, " I'd like that," you respond.

You twist open the door to your room and enter with Brahms.

" Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I'll join you on the bed after I get changed," you say, taking off your shoes and socks.

Brahms nods and was just about to sit down until he notices you struggling to unzip your dress. He walks up from behind you, offering a helping hand, " May I..." His voice trickles down the nape of your neck.

You nod, and he unzips the rest. Feeling the air meet with your bare back, you shiver slightly.

" I had a lot more fun at the party than I expected," Brahms speaks, " I never thought I'd step foot outside again."

" It means a lot to me that you went... I know how difficult of a decision it was to be out in public again," You say, " I'm proud of you."

His hands fall onto your shoulders, tugging your dress down, " I know I should be telling you this more often but, I'm so thankful for you... No—," He shakes his head, " I'm more than thankful..."

Brahms slides your dress down to your ankles, leaving you in only your bra and panties.

" Y/n," he calls.

You turn around and look up at him. Your body squirms under those intense dark green eyes of his. As if in slow motion, he raises one hand to gently cup your cheek. You immediately turn your head a bit so you could nuzzle Brahms' palm, the tenderness of the gesture makes you melt.

" I'm madly in love with you, Y/n," Brahms says, voice soft and sincere, " But, you knew that already didn't you?"

You kiss the palm of his hand, " You really mean that?"

Brahms nods, " I can prove it... If you'll let me have you."

Hungrily, he urged his body closer against yours until there was not even a wisp of air between your bodies.

" Please, Y/n. Let me have you," he begs, desperate desire not only in his voice but, in his eyes and his touch.

Nodding, you were more than ready for this moment, " You can have me in every way you want. Just tell me what you need and it's yours."

" ...Let's start with a blindfold," He says.

You nod and break away from Brahms, digging through your closet until you find a silk robe. You undo the belt and hand it over to Brahms.

Before covering your eyes with it, he reminds you, " If you want me to stop at any point, let me know. Okay?"

You nod and next thing you know, nothing but darkness surrounds you as he wraps the belt around your eyes.

" Can you see me?" He asks.

You shake your head, " Nope, not a thing."

" Good," Brahms says, and then you feel yourself getting swept off your feet.

You gasp at the sudden movement and then relax when he places you on the bed gently. There, he unclips your bra and tosses it to the side, along with your panties.

On the night stand beside you, you hear the clanking of what sounds to be Brahms' mask. Moments later, you feel Brahms settle himself in between your legs. The heat of his body hovers over yours. What follows is a long silence. The anticipation keeps you on edge. Not knowing what he's going to do next.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands grope your breasts. Brahms massages them until your nipples harden and then, ever so carefully, he attaches his lips to your right nipple while he rubs his thumb over the other. As his tongue swirls around your areola, your breaths get heavy and your back arches in response.

" I want you inside me," You plead.

" Already?" He stops to ask.

You nod, desperately. Hoping Brahms would just fuck you right then and there but instead, he shakes his head, " I'm taking my time with you," he says, " But don't worry, love. I'll make a mess out of you later."

He continues to nibble on your tits before slowly moving down to your lower region. Brahms places gentle kisses on your knees, working his way up to the inner thighs, lingering on the joint where your thighs and crotch meet. His finger runs along your slit a few times, feeling your wetness. Brahms starts rubbing around your clit methodically, paying attention to your body language to see what pattern you enjoyed more. He vibrates his thumb just above your button, which forces a guttural moan of pleasure from you.

" Brahms," you whine, " I need more."

The heat from his breath rolls against the skin of your crotch as he asks, " Do you want me to eat you out?"

" Please," you say, spreading your legs wider to show him your now throbbing cunt.

With that, you feel Brahms' tongue as he explores in and around your pussy. When his tongue brushes against your clit, your excitement forces you to take a more proactive approach. You grip the back of his head and bury it in between your legs, ordering him to attack that sensitive spot of yours even more.

It turns Brahms on knowing how good he's making you feel, so he lets out a few moans that vibrate onto your pussy.

" Mmm," he hums, pulling away for a second, " You taste so good."

He goes back in for more, taking your clit in his mouth again, rotating between licking and sucking. When he starts gyrating his tongue at a quicker pace, your moans start getting more frequent.

" B-Brahms," you stutter, " I'm close."

There was only so much you could take. With your fingers still through Brahms' hair, you adhered his head deeper into your pussy.

" Fuck, your mouth feels so good," you cry out, " I think I'm gonna... Brahms... I'm..."

His mouth lets go of your clit to press against the lips of your entrance. Drinking you up as you finally release.

After, Brahms takes away your blindfold. And of course, when you see him, his mask is back on.

" You really know your way around there, don't you?" You ask.

" That's one of the perks of reading so much," He says, " You learn a thing or two."

Suddenly, you remember something Brahms had asked you before that you didn't quite understand until now, " Imagining something isn't the same as experiencing it," you repeat his words from the past, " You were referring to sex."

" Not just any sex," He says, " Sex with you. I've always fantasized about what it would be like."

" Well, now you don't have to imagine it anymore," You say, " Because I'm right here, ready to take in every inch of you."

" Is that so?" He asks as he begins taking all his clothes off. When he gets to his boxer briefs, you see how erect his penis is. It sticks up, nearly reaching his belly button, reminding you how big and girthy he is, " Are you sure you can fit all of this in that tight little pussy of yours?"

With a big gulp, you swallow the saliva stuck in your throat and nod.

" Okay then... Get up so we can switch places," He says, holding out his hand.

" Wait... What?" You say, taking his arm. Brahms pulls you up and then lays himself down on his back in the spot where you just were.

Kneeling beside him, you await for more orders.

" Are you just gonna sit there and stare at it?" Brahms laughs, " Get on top and ride me."