brat tamer | schlatt 18+
a/n: we’ve seen the results. are we surprised? maybe a bit. do i want to see schlatt be a fuckin brat so i can break him? oh yes. this is a lil late, but it’s here! unedited and written while im at work. please enjoy!!
warnings: calling schlatt jay, sub!schlatt, brattamer!reader, f!reader, hair pulling, edging with a vibe, praise, slight bondage, very slight overstimulation, ruined orgasm
schlatt’s on his knees, his hands bound behind his back. he scowls up at you. despite the look on his face, his cock is straining in his pants.
“you done?” he asks. “got your fun out of it?”
you grip his hair, forcing his head back. he hisses in pain as his cock twitches. he would never ever say it out loud, but he absolutely loves this. giving you an attitude so you can put him in his place? yes PLEASE.
“are you done being a brat?” you ask. “because i have all day.”
your eyes narrow. you know that you can both do this for as long as it takes. you’re both stubborn and willing to make the other person work for your submission. schlatt is always pushing boundaries to see what he can get away with. even if his hands are bound by his own belt.
schlatt complies, and you grin. you know exactly how to break him down. as you turn, schlatt weighs his options. if he runs, he would probably fall. if he doesn’t, he gets to see you mad. which is hot.
as you turn back, schlatt’s eyes widen. in your hand is a vibrator. it’s been used only once, but it was the longest day of schlatt’s life. he acted up, telling you to shut it while he was gaming. so, in return, you made him almost cry from being edged.
you smile as you unbuckle schlatt’s pants, slowly sliding them down his legs. his cock strains against his boxers as a little wet spot forms at the head. you palm him over the fabric and his hips jerk forward as he groans.
schlatt forces himself not to move as you pull his boxers down. he’s so hard that his cock slaps his stomach as his boxers slide down his thighs. the head is an angry red and there’s precum beginning to leak from it.
without a word, you unbuckle the belt from schlatt’s wrists. you push him back, making him fall onto the bed. schlatt watches you, his chest heaving. he knows better than to utter a word.
“arms up,” you nod to the headboard.
you secure his wrists to the headboard with the belt again and schlatt’s cock twitches.
“please…” his voice comes out hoarse. “‘m sorry.”
“bit late for that, isnt it?” you ask, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and kneeling between his spread legs.
as your hand wraps around his cock, schlatt lets out a groan. his hips jut up and his eyes are glued to where you’re slowly, so painfully slowly, stroking him. he’s dizzy, and you’ve never looked so hot. as your thumb grazes his tip, his thighs shake.
“baby, please,” schlatt gasps.
“baby, please!” you mock. “begging already? i haven’t even started yet!”
after schlatt’s cock is lubed up, you place the vibe on. it’s a small bullet vibe that you attach to the underside of his cock with a small cockring. it’s remote controlled, so you can sit back and relax while schlatt begs for mercy.
the vibe whirrs to life, and schlatt tugs on his binds. the sensation is already just enough to bring him to the brink. he thrusts, humping against nothing. it’s pathetic, really. watching your boyfriend so desperate. it’s a rare sight, but you eat it up every time.
as his squirming and moans get more desperate, you turn the vibe off. schlatt slumps, breathing heavily.
“fuck,” he groans, laying his head back. “you’re evil.”
you say silent, but cock a brow. evil, huh? you can show him evil. you turn the vibe on high, watching as schlatt’s back arches off the mattress. his hands are red from how much he’s pulling at the belt on his wrists. you make sure to keep an eye on it, because as much as you wanna teach schlatt a lesson, you want it to be safe.
“holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” schlatt pants, and that’s your signal to turn the vibe back down.
“i can’t believe you’re close already.” you giggle. “so desperate to cum already, jay?”
schlatt nods quickly. “yes!” he begs. “please, i’ll do anything.”
“take the vibe for a while longer.”
as the vibe is turned up again, schlatt lays his head back. he wanted this, didn’t he? he wanted to push your buttons and make you mad so you’d punish him. but he wants to cum. he doesn’t want to sit on the edge for hours. but more than that, he wants to please you, so that outweighs his need to cum.
about three more rounds of him being brought to the brink, tears are stinging schlatt’s eyes.
“pl-please,” he begs. “can’t take anymore. won’t act up again.”
he looks at your smile, which would usually warm his heart. instead, it fills him with fear. you look so sweet and loving, and it makes the situation even worse. your sweet little smile contrasting with the evil device you control in your hand? he’s done for.
you reach up and grip schlatt’s chin and he nearly cums on the spot.
begs and pleas spill out of schlatt’s mouth, cut off by moans as the vibrator increases in intensity. his balls tighten and his back arches.
“please baby please i can’t do this much longer please,” schlatt mumbles incoherently as his orgasm builds.
“go ahead baby,” you muse, running a hand down his chest. “let it all out. cmon. cum for me.”
“fuckfuckfuckfuck!” schlatt gasps.
the second you see him start to cum, you turn the vibrator off. thick ropes of white shoot as far as schlatt’s throat as his mouth hangs open in a silent scream. you grin as he comes down from his high, chest heaving.
“you ruined it,” he whines softly.
you take the vibrator off of his cock and replace it with your hand. your thumb swipes over the now hypersensitive head, making schlatt buck.
“please!” he whines. “no more!”
“you have another one in there baby,” you tease. “i know you do. don’t you wanna be a good boy for me?”
schlatt nods, squeezing his eyes shut. if he focuses, he can cum again and you’ll let him go. your hand goes fast, jerking him off. it’s too much. he’s slowly crawling to an orgasm. then, you grip his balls. with a few soft squeezes, schlatt cums again.
his hips snap up into your hand as his cock leaks pathetically. you lean down and lick some of the cum off, smiling as schlatt cries out. you undo the belt around his wrists and kiss them.
“so good for me.” you mumble against his skin.
your kisses trail down his arm and then go to his face. you kiss his nose, his sweaty forehead, and his lips.
“i love you,” you whisper. “you did so good. im so proud of you. my pretty boy.”
schlatt flushes and wraps his arms around you. you lay down, bringing his head to your chest as you run your hands through his hair. aftercare is always essential, and schlatt always needs to be held after you’re done with him. it makes him feel so good that he did so well.
“love you.” he mumbles, kissing your chin.
you smile, kissing him again. as much as he gets on your nerves sometimes, you love him so much. you wouldnt have him any other way.
