Him. │ Brahms Heelshire x femreader

Goodmorning!

You woke up to cold air hitting your face. To your surprise, it was just the window. A window that you can perhaps escape from and run away. Your mind was empty-minded and didn't think anything of the window being open. You were also surprised that you were in bed with Brahms so you don't even have a chance to escape. You were sore from yesterday, you would love to do it again but a part of you was ashamed and just wanted to escape from his grip.

While you were daydreaming about your "epic escape", Brahms was looking at you for a good 5 minutes until he decided to hug you from the side which made your body quickly jump. You had completely forgot that he was there and had to act like everything was fine.

"Goodmorning, Brahms." You greeted him while hugging him back and giving him your beautiful smile. You have never seen Brahms' face and if you ever would, you would simply faint.

Brahms answered in his child voice with a "Goodmorning to you too, darling." He then rubbed your waist and got closer to you so your bodies were against eachother. You didn't mind it cause you were so sore and tired. You got on top of him and layed down, brushing your hand on his porcelain mask. You decided to lay small kisses on his chest and neck so you could peek at the window and think about other plans so you could finally fucking escape!

You could choose to stay with a murderer and fuck him all night, but a part of you wanted to escape so why not risk it? Too bad Brahms saw you looking at the window and knew exactly what you wanted to do. He took his mask off and put it on the small table beside the bed which left you shocked. "Brahms..." you stopped for a good minute before saying "You're beautiful..". He gave you a cute smile that made you also smile. Though half of his face was burned, it was still pretty. It was better now that you weren't talking to a porcelain mask.

To make you stop thinking about trying to escape, he smashed his lips on yours, kissing you and tasting you like it was his last meal. You kissed back, hesitant but still into it since you had no other choice. Both of you were a breathing hot mess in bed.