Slasher x Reader Drabbles & Imagines ||Requests Open||

🔪~Beware the Malcolm~🔪

Brahms Heelshire x Reader
⚠️Penis Warning Beware⚠️

"Brahms~" you moaned out as one of your hands rests by your side while the other one held onto Brahms's shoulder tightly, desperately trying to brace yourself against the window as Brahms rutted into you. His length rubbed against your walls deliciously before hitting your sweet spot over and over again with every thrust. "Brahms!" You repeated louder hand pressing against his shoulder as you tried to push him back. The pressure between your legs became too much while your head simultaneously lulled back resting against the glass behind you.

The chill of the glass was a strange feeling against your bare ass and back when compared to the warmth spreading throughout your body.

Slam- Beep.

You jolted before looking over your shoulder in a panic, you could see Malcolm getting out of his car arms full of groceries. "Shit- Brahms I~" the man's hands gripped your thighs before giving a hip-shattering thrust that had you slam against the window that miraculously was still intact. Worried, you looked over your shoulder to see a concerned Malcolm who was looking around the house confused.

Despite your worries, Brahms continued bucking into you an amused look in his eyes as you looked over your shoulder worried that Malcolm would look up and see the both of you. "Let him see, then he'll stop touching you," Brahms said in your ear, making your eyes go wide.

Oh- god, you arched off the glass both hands flying to the glass as your thighs clamped tightly around Brahms's hips stuttering his movements momentarily. "Shit-" you whimpered out as your high hit you hard leaving you a moaning mess.

You rushed to get your clothes back on as Brahms watched you, amusement dancing in his eyes. "[Y/n]?" you heard Malcolm call from downstairs. "Coming!" shooting Brahms one last glare you made your way into the kitchen where a flustered Malcolm stood.

Malcolm was quick to help you put away the groceries before you saw him out. "Tell the chap upstairs hello." Malcolm said as the front door closed.

"He didn't touch you at least." Brahms mused as he stood beside you as smug as ever.