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DAY SIX • WHOLESOME SEX (ft. brahms heelshire)

tw: gn!reader, sucky characterisation probably cause I was on my phone while watching the movies, belly bulge, inexperienced Brahms, technically you’re on top of him idk, no protection :(

“Brahms, hun…” you sighed, tapping his shoulder for the nth time that hour. “You’ve got to let me get up.”

It’d been like this for a while. He asked you to lay with him for ten minutes and didn’t let you go for an hour, almost two. This wouldn’t be much of a problem if you weren’t busy, but as his… well, nanny, as he called you, you had to make him dinner, else you’d both starve to death.

…

Maybe not to death.

But you still needed to eat!

“Five more minutes?” He begged, his faux voice soft in your ear. “Please?”

“It’s been almost two hours, baby,” you stroked his hair gently, “what’s up with you today? Is something wrong?”

He let out a breath, nuzzling into your chest comfortably. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? You don’t get like this often,” you noted, looking down at him with concern. “Don’t lie to me, Brahms.”

He didn’t reply for a moment, shifting a little in your arms, until you felt it. The thick, hard piece of flesh pressing against your thigh from underneath his pants.

“Oh.”

You found yourself speechless for a moment, contemplating on what to do with him now. On one hand, you had no problem helping him, on the other, you knew he enjoyed solving things on his own, at his own pace.

“Do you need help with it, love?”

Surprisingly, he was quick to agree, nodding almost eagerly after a short pause to process. He seemed to get excited at the idea of more than just a good night kiss for once.

He didn’t flinch like he did before, when you were both still getting used to each other, now happily receiving your slow, deliberate touches along his lower body. He was still nervous, as always, but didn’t hesitate so much, even going as far as pressing himself to you or guiding your hand to where he wanted you.

Actually, once you started to stroke him with the intention of getting him off, he stopped you.

“No,” he breathed out heavily, “want you,” he insisted stubbornly.

You froze in place, eyes flicking up to him. “Are you sure, Brahms? You don’t have to push—”

“Yes,” he reached for your thighs, “please?”

Well how could you refuse now?

“Sit up then, let me show you,” you instructed, gently untangling yourself from him to straddle his lap properly.

After a bit of preparation, you were able to warm yourself up enough to stretch yourself over the head of his cock. Despite trying to stay calm for him, you couldn’t help but let out a soft groan, burying your face in his neck.

“You okay?” You checked up on him through clenched teeth. “God, love, you’re big…”

He nodded, inhaling deeply. “Y—yes. Feels good.”

“I’m gonna…” you exhaled, feeling him sink further into you. “I’m gonna start to move, alright?”

With his confirmation, you lowered yourself on him completely. You could swear you saw a bulge in your abdomen as you did, but you didn’t have much time to stare as his hips began to twitch, moving almost automatically to meet yours.

You could feel his hot breath on your throat, teeth latching onto the delicate skin as he pumped in and out erratically, muttering jumbled compliments under his breath.

Your skin felt like it was burning under his touch, and you couldn’t help but curse to yourself as you moved with him, lifting off and coming back down in the same, irregular movements.

“Are you close, love?” You mumbled hazily, looking down at him through your fluttering lashes.

He whimpered in response, nodding quickly as he pistoned in and out of you even faster, desperate.

“Fuck, Brahms, wait—”

You cried out as you felt your muscles tense, pleasure rippling through your body in thrumming waves. He didn’t stop though, not until he came undone as well, mewls of ‘I love you’ falling past his lips until he was gasping for breath and there was a warmth spreading inside your tummy.

With one last exhale, he deflated against you, hiding his face in your chest, scruffy beard tickling your collar.

“Thank you. I love you, (#).”

“Love you too, Brahms.”