The Sweet Brother. {Rosinante x Reader}

Making Up With Him.

Your intention was just to stop his nose from bleeding. 

During the cuddle you had gotten some blood in your hair, Rosinante had apparently tripped upon entering the apartment, which explains the thud that woke you up previously so you offered to clean him up. 

But it would seem that when you call him 'Rosi' you awaken a more lustful side to him.

Your trembling fingers lightly brushing over the various scars that decorate Rosinante's strong chest, his muscles twitching under your touch and a soft groan escaping his lips as he thrusts into your much smaller frame, your teeth pinching your lower lip in attempts to remain mostly quiet. 

Of course it's not an easy feat, Rosinante's size is just as impressive as his height, even while he's being careful not to harm you, he still drives you crazy. His movements mildly slow as you gradually adjust to his length, his beautiful eyes observing every detail on your body as his warm hands caress your hips before rolling up toward your breasts, groping and kneading them while he leans in close to your ear.

"You're so beautiful." His voice only slightly strained due to pleasure as he begins thrusting gradually faster, drawing a stifled gasp from your throat despite your best efforts to conceal it, his fingers pinching at your nipples and lightly tugging on them while he leaves a trail of butterfly kisses along your jawline before finally moving down to your neck. 

Your hands sliding around to his back as his chest presses lightly against your own, you can feel more scars underneath your fingertips, old slashes and burns alike but somehow it just excites you more. One hand slipping up into his damp unruly hair while the other explores his marked skin, your moans becoming harder than ever to control as his hips slowly begin to roll quicker and more aggressively into your warmth, your body jolting with each stride and managing to rock the bed in the process and little huffs and gasps of pleasure tumbling from your lips every so often. 

"I love the little sounds you make." He impishly teases, his hot mouth latching onto your nipple to muffle his own groans as you finally begin to follow the rhythm of his thrusts with your hips, your walls contracting around his length and a knot starting to form inside your core.

He's driving me crazy!

Apparently he can be just as sinister as his siblings in some ways.

Your vision blurring for a brief moment as he hits a certain spot inside you, sending your mind spinning as your entire body twitches, an uncontainable mewl tearing past your lips, it would seem he has found yet another way to make you crumble. 

"Rosi--!" It takes some willpower to stop yourself from calling out the blonde's name too loudly, biting back your moans as your back arches and legs instinctively spread for the man, it felt so damn good, you want him to do it again and again. 

Of course he picks up on that immediately, his hands slipping down to your legs and pinning them apart as his movements become much more vigorous, hitting that same spot each time and increasing the speed and brutality every stroke, your body as well as the bed rapidly rocking with each movement, the knot inside your core tightening to the point of burning as you finally lose control, sharp moans blaring from your lips as often as breaths as your hips struggle to keep up with the blonde's thrusts, your skin burning with pleasure as you helplessly squirm beneath him. 

Despite his harshness though, it still feels amazing. Sweat soaking your face and chest as you submit to the treatment, your nails clutching onto his strong shoulders as your small body jolts beneath his, however he soon grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, a deep lust in his eyes as he watches your expressions change with each tremor.

At least he appears equally as dishevelled; his body just as sweaty as your own, his damp hair sticking to his face and his lips slightly ajar as lust-filled huffs escape his throat, you can feel him twitching every now and then also. He's close. 

A strained smirk etching into your features as you lock eyes with the man, your hips still struggling to keep up with his own movements but you still try, your breath ragged and voice a mere whimper as you stamper out; "Y-You feel so good, Rosi...~"

Immediately snapping the man's composure, his grip on your wrists noticeably tightening as his thrusts become more violent, slamming into your warmth with full force and drawing a loud moan from your lips, your vision hazing as lust spirals. 

The only sounds left in the room are your helpless squeals of pleasure, the bed rocking and the mattress squeaking, as well as a deep groan from Rosinante every now and then. The coil inside your stomach seemingly bursting as a relentless mewl escapes your lips, your back arching madly as your lover thrusts once more inside you, a gasp escaping his throat as he pulls out suddenly while his climax hits, his warm seed spurting out onto your stomach as he pants heavily, slowly laying himself down beside you on the bed as he catches his breath. 

The both of you take a few moments to float down for your highs, Rosinante being the first to eventually sit up, his cheeks still flustered and hair messy as he reaches for his cigarettes. 

"Let...Let me light that for you." Your voice still airy as you sit yourself up also, having to use his broad chest as a slight support though, gaining a small smile from the blonde in return as he hands you his lighter. 

Your fingers still somewhat trembling as click the light, holding the flame a safe distance from the blonde's face and hair whilst still making sure to ignite the cigarette, flopping back down once your task is done however due to extreme exhaustion. 

Your head leaning against his pec whilst your finger traces one of his many scars, a content smile gracing your lips as you press a soft kiss to the blemish. "Am I forgiven yet, Rosi?"

"Hm?" You don't miss the mild amusement in the man's tone as he hums, it's interesting how such a small sound can carry so many emotions. "I didn't know there was anything to forgive so...yes." 

"You're far too sweet." A playful pout gracing your features while your fingers softly caress yet another scar, a flicker of intrigue shining in your eyes as you watch goosebumps appear across his skin at the contact, it would seem this scar is in a sensitive place.

Your gaze soon trailing up to watch the blonde take a drag of his cig before he flicks the ash in a glass dish on the bedside table, a slight tiredness in his eyes as he stares off into space, though his expression seems peaceful, perhaps the most relaxed you've ever seen him.

Which is saying a lot since this man is quite a relaxed person by nature.

He's actually quite beautiful.