Specops x reader smut

Chapter 4-Discipline

After the protest, Richie walks home and Brett drove you to your place. Your stomach is in knots and you can't help but feel guilty. You didn't mean to hurt him, you just thought he was being silly and wanted to push his buttons a little. Your mind raced with different punishments, from bondage to edging to the classics. You roll up to your small, plain apartment. Brett gets out and opens your door, always a gentlemen even when he's angry. He gets back in the car and you head up to the front steps. 

You try to move quickly, going room by room and grabbing what you need. Some tea from the kitchen (they only had coffee), your favorite cuddly blanket from the living room, toiletries and a small makeup bag from the bathroom, etc. You end up in your bedroom, pausing. How long would you be staying? You try not to overthink it. They have a laundry room, bring enough for a week. But is a week too long? You'd hate to show up with tons of clothes and make it seem like you're moving in or something. With a groan, you grab a few t-shirts, shorts, a dress, and some nicer underwear and pajamas. 

You're about to head out of the room, running through all your items in your mind. You bite your lip, looking at your bedside table. Slowly you step over and open it. Your quarantine buddies sit there, a 9 inch vibrating rabbit and small 4 inch dildo. They've served you well and you have no idea where this week is going. You figure "better safe than sorry" and pack them as well. Now certain you have everything you could possibly need, you head back out and climb into Brett's car.

Brett drives slowly and carefully back home, glancing at your bag every few minutes. When your just a minute or two away, he takes a breath. "Y/n, you were naughty today. And I think you need to be punished. Do you agree?" Even now, as he's angry with you, he remains caring and listening to you and your needs. He makes you feel so safe, and you nod without hesitation. It's been a while since you've flirted, but you try to make your voice sound sultry. "Oh Brett I agree." Your sultry voice comes off more sarcastic and you wince as Brett's blue eyes cut into you. "You should really start behaving." He says, words gentle but voice firm. 

"Make me." You whisper, heart pounding. The car slows as he parks in the driveway. He turns slowly to you. 

"What did you just say to me?" You swallow. If you're already being punished, you might as well be a brat while you take it. Steadying your voice, you repeat yourself, louder. "Make me. Make me behave." 

He stares at you in complete disbelief. He's gripping the steering wheel hard. He grabs your bag, gets out of the car, and opens your door. He looks so dominant and powerful as he stands over you in his riot gear, you feel faint. You'd be scared if he wasn't so hot and caring. He has one hand holding your door open and the other holding your bag.

He leans forward, blocking your exit and filling your view. "Oh you'll be behave. You'll be lucky if you can walk tomorrow." He growls. Your hearts pounding in anticipation. No one's every spoken to you like this and you can't get enough of it. His energy was magnetic and everything he did seemed to turn you on. As far as you were concerned, he could do anything he wanted to you and you would love it. 

Brett turns around and heads into the house, hoisting your bag like it's nothing. You follow in his shadow, meekly waving to Richie, who's scrolling through twitter and laughing loudly at thirsty tweets. He waves back, hardly noticing your demeanor. You sigh, accepting your fate, and walk up the stairs and into Brett's room. He drops your bag in front of his bed and pulls of his riot gear, slowly this time. He turns and closes the distance between you in just a step. His seven foot frame radiates power and his woodsy scent surrounds you. 

He reaches his arm behind you, slowly pushing the door shut and locking it. You vaguely hear Richie laugh downstairs, but you can't even process the sound. 

In an instant, Brett has you shoved up against to door, kissing you harshly. He bites your lip and you moan into his mouth, already feeling a wetness grow. He kisses you feverishly, moving from your mouth to your neck as he gropes and claws at your shirt. He pulls it off aggressively, pushing your bra to the side and taking a nipple in his mouth. He sucks it softly, then bites it, causing you to cry out. It hurts but the aftershock feels incredible. He picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a rag doll.

He doesn't miss a beat, laying you on the bed and ravishing your chest. You whimper and cry for more, and Brett obliges. He pulls off your pants in one swift movement, and tosses your bra aside. He takes your nearly naked body in for a moment before pulling off his boxers and letting his fat cock free. Your panties are soaked as Brett hovers over you. "If you make a noise, your punishment will be far, far worse." Brett warned, slipping off your panties. Eyes wide, you nod quickly. 

He moves you to your hands and knees, then grabs a small paddle from his bedside table. He puts a cooling lube on your ass, then spanks you once with the paddle. The heat from the spank and chill from the lube make your ass tingle as you stifle a cry. He pauses for a moment, being nice and letting you recover for a moment. He spanks you again, and no longer waits for you to recover. He goes to town, spanking you hard and pinching your nipples at the same time. It takes everything you have not to scream out as he turns your ass into a bright red, swollen, tingly mess. Finally he stops and rubs more of the cooling lube on. The hot and cold is driving you crazy and you bite your lip hard to repress a moan. 

"Good girl, taking her punishment so well." You let out a careful breath "It's not over though. That charade in the car certainly earned you more than a few spanks." Your eyes widen again, wondering what he'll do to you. He moves to whisper in your ear "This is your first punishment, I'll go easy. Mostly easy, that is."

He flips you over so you're laying on your back again, chest heaving and mind racing. With no hesitation, he slams his massive 11 inch cock into you. You let out a strangled yell but he puts his hand around your neck, gently choking you. You've never taken a dick this big. He lets you adjust then starts to slowly rock in and out of you. You grab a pillow to stifle your moans. His dick hits your g-spot with every thrust and practically taps your cervix. Your eyes start to water as he speeds up. Your pussy was stretched and worked to it's limits, but you were so wet there was almost no friction or resistance. Your whole body tensed and all you wanted was to let go, or even just be able to moan. 

Eventually he pulled the pillow from your face, letting you know it's ok to be vocal. You let out everything you'd held in. He didn't let up, occasionally changing rhythm but always plunging his full 11 inches into you. Your moans and the loud sound of his balls slapping against your sensitive ass filled the room. You could tell he was close as he began to tense up. He tightened his hand slightly on your throat and used his other hand to play with clit. This sent you fully over the edge, giving you a breathless, high-pitched gasping orgasm. 

He still didn't stop, pounding his cock as far into your pussy as it could go, leaving you howling and gripping the sheets. He shot his load deep in you, then sucks away at your clit until you cum again. He's determined to punish you even with the pleasure and continues to lick your clit and finger your pussy until he's forced another two orgasms out of you. You're completely exhausted and over-stimulated, clit throbbing and whole body twitching and covered in sweat. He was panting as well, quarantine had him out of sex-shape too. 

You heard a familiar laugh outside the door and flush bright red. Obviously Richie heard you! Curse these thin doors and this stupid "open floor plan". Richie knocked softly, and Brett glanced at you. The same question plagued both of your minds. 

Do we let him in?