Slasher imagines

Brahms

Smut warning ⚠️

All day you've felt stressed and exhausted, you just didn't know why. You slept well and nothing in the steps changed, so why were you so tired. Despite wondering for the reasons you didn't care at the moment. Right now you were in pure bliss. Comforting sheets laid beneath you as warm blankets hugged you closely. You laid in bed as you thought about anything and everything. That was until your thoughts wondered to a certain brown haired boy living in the walls. You had never seen him face to face yet you knew of his existence. At first it scared you, you wanted to escape, but you quickly realized that he wouldn't hurt you if you stayed and followed the steps in taking care of his doll.

It's been months since then and you were used to everything. But at the same time you were so busy with Brahms that you never had time to take care of your own needs. Sure you bathed and ate, slept and kept healthy, but your own needs. Before you moved in you never had a boyfriend, you always had to take care of your own sexual needs. It sucked but you decided that you didn't mind the loneliness you felt. It was one reason you took the job as a nanny. Simply getting away from it all and taking care of yourself, you were alone anyway so what would it hurt? At least that's what you thought before you took the job. Now you did have someone, sort of.

One thought led to another and you found yourself aching to be touched. Brahms was already put to bed so why not? You took the covers away from your body and guided your hand into your underwear. You gently rubbed your clit and sighed at your own touch. As you continued to rub your clit you wanted more, you needed more. So, in result, you finally pulled down your nightwear and panties. As soon as the cold air made contact with your pussy you moaned with pleasure and rubbed your clit more. Soon enough you entered one finger, then another. As you fingered yourself you slid one hand up your shirt to begin playing with your hard nipples. The pleasure felt so nice, it may of been exactly what you needed.

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Brahms lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He sighed in frustration and sat up from his bed in thought. He knew what to do, he could go check on you. He knew of your exhaustion and worried for you. You did well throughout the day despite your current state and he was glad for this. He liked you, truly. You may even of been his favorite nanny thus far. He was exhilarated to know you would stay with him, even if you knew of his existence. No he hadn't shown himself but that could come later, for now Brahms just wants to examine you and get to know you a bit better.

Brahms grabbed his mask and made his way through the walls, heading for your bedroom. As he came close he heard odd noises. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and hurried to make it there faster. Upon arriving he peered in through a 2 way mirror he had placed in there. Of course you didn't know about it, if you did you wouldn't have your pussy on display like that in front of the mirror. Brahms stiffened at the sight and felt his breathing become heavier, just the slightest bit. The view of your fingers pumping in and out and oh the noises you were making, it was amazing for Brahms, it was beautiful.

Not long after staring at the sight before him he felt a bulge form in his pants. He let out a low moan and unzipped his pants to relieve some of the pressure he felt. He had his hand hovering above his manhood, he really wanted to masturbate right here right now. He wanted to watch you pleasure yourself while he did the same. The thought itself made him so fucking excited. However, wouldn't it be rude or disrespectful for him to be doing this? Brahms felt as if it was a disregard of privacy, ironic seeing as that's all he ever does as he lives the damn walls and sometimes even watches you shower. Though this was different for him, this was something truly private. He had never once seen you show any signs of sexual activity so shouldn'the keep it that way.

As Brahms was about to take his leave and go masterbate in his own room, he heard a sound that sent true Shivers down his spine.
"Brahms" You moaned. The man in question froze in his tracks at the sound of his own name leaving your beautiful lips. He turned his attention back to you and continued to stare at your pussy as he himself pulled out his hard cock. The way your fingers moved or your back arched, it was truly delightful to witness. How beautiful you were. Brahms was already dripping with pre cum, he finally began to pump himself. He moaned though kept it low so there were no chances of you hearing him.  Moans mixed together as the two of you masterbated to the other.

Brahms gripped the wall in front of him as pleasure took over his body. How badly he wanted to be pounding into you right now, how badly he wanted your mouth sucking his hard cock. He whimpered and lost himself in fantasies about you. Oh so many things he wanted, he craved..

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As you bit your lip to surpress a rather loud moan in order to try to keep Brahms asleep, you heard something. It was quiet and barely audible, yet you heard it. It was a whimper that was most definitely not your own. It seemed to come from the mirror in front of you. You reluctantly stopped your movement and listened once more. There it was again. It was moans and whimpers coming from the mirror, no doubt about it. Was that Brahms? Oh goodness what if it was him? Then a thought crossed your lustfull mind. It was crazy but you were willing to take a risk. Plus you've never had action like this before and the thought of Brahms watching you masterbate turned you on even more. You continued fingering yourself, getting back into it, yet this time you had more in mind.

"Mm~ Brahms fuck me" You moaned. You knew he was watching you, you knew he wanted you. Your pussy was right on display for the no doubt touch starved man. Your fingers sped up and your hips buckled as your other hand gripped the sheets next to your head. Loud sinful moans left your lips and you kept repeating Brahms names in different phrases.
"Brahms"
"Oh Brahms please fuck me"
"Please, please, please Brahms"
Just what you knew would get him going. Just as you were about to cum you suddenly felt your hand be ripped away from your pussy. Rough hands gripped your thighs instead. Your eyes shot open to see Brahms standing between your legs with his hard cock ready just for you. His breathing was heavy as his chest rose and fell deeply. The grip he held on your thighs were sure to leave marks.

"You ask-" Brahms aligned himself with your dripping wet entrance and made final eye contact with you.
"-You get" He didn't waste any time in filling you up, saving no time for preparation or adaptation, he just began thrusting. How he's dreamed of touching a woman like this, now he's touching you. This had to be a dream, though if so he never wanted to wake up. Y/n was wrapped tight around his cock, his cock. Oh the thought made Brahms moan. You on the other hand hadn't had time to prepare for the sudden attack, you expected it to be painful, you realized that after only a few thrusts the heat in your core was too much.

You gripped onto Brahms back as he fucked you senseless, nails digging into his clothed flesh. Your moans were loud and so so sinful. There was no need to hold back, you both lived alone after all. Brahms tightened his grip on your thighs and pressed his face deep into your neck. The knot in your stomach broke and your cum squirted around the cock that filled you. You were lost in pure bliss, riding a long high on cloud 9. Brahms continued pounding into you, true that your orgasm was hot and he may of wanted to eat you all up, but he also wanted to finish. And that he did. At three simple words..

"I love you"