for requests!! may i req a gender neutral reader x brant nsfw where its just him being excessively affectionate to reader? leaving lots of kisses on their neck, and face, not letting them say/think bad things about themselves during sex, reminding them that he loves them regardless, lots of kisses and physical affection? also creampie + overstim to the end of that just for fun, but its ok if you're not comfy with that! agjsgd sorry if this is super. wordy.
!! i wont be mad if this doesnt happen, im just happy to read your pieces regardless ^^)/✨
Hi! Sorry I took so long with this request, thank you for sending it in. I had fun writing it. Don't worry, it wasn't super wordy at all I have been given entire essays before lol. Thank you for all the nice comments you have left on my works, i love going back and re-reading them you're so sweet. I hope you enjoy this :)
Comments/reblogs highly appreciated.
cw. smut, penetrative sex, creampie, slight overstimulation, gender neutral reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact
Brant’s voice was sticky sweet as he cooed your name, each syllable dripping from his tongue like warm honey as he purred it against the shell of your ear.
“Come on, let me see your face” Brant gently requested.
Your skin was boiling under the palms of your hands as you covered your flushed face, pretty, soused lashes fluttering over the swell of your round cheeks. You peeked up at him between the gaps of your fingers, only to be greeted by his charming smile which only served to further fluster you. You wriggled beneath him, which proved to be an unwise choice when a jostle of your plump hips allowed Brant’s cock already seated deep inside to slip just that little bit deeper. You both shared a sharp gasp, the sound whistling through your teeth as you caught the plush skin of your lip between the hard pinch of your canines. Your skin was clammy, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as you twisted between silken sheets that did little to help ease the inferno knotting in the pit of your stomach. The back of your thighs rested on the top of Brant’s as he leaned closer, your stretched hole clenching tighter around him as pearls of your arousal slipped between your thick legs as they parted further around Brant’s hips. You let go of your bruised lips to catch a shuddering breath.
“Don’t be shy” Brant encouraged. “You make the cutest faces.”
A soft noise of embarrassment mixed with a light protest tickled the back of your throat when Brant’s strong hands wrapped around your wrists, fingers calloused and weathered by the years spent at sea. You didn’t put up much of a fight as he continued to tug your hands away from your face, the tip of his nose brushing against your chin as you came out of hiding.
“I do not” you countered, your hands falling back to the mattress with a light thud as Brant them beside your head. You timidly licked your lips as you averted your gaze. “Nothing on my body is cute” you added with a murmur.
A loud squeak fell from your parted lips when Brant suddenly smashed his lips into your cheek, your soft skin squishing under his touch. You were peppered with kisses, the hairs on the nape of your neck frazzled as soft wisps of his dark locks tickled your heated skin. Another sharp inhale of breath and you almost choked on a pathetic whimper when Brant’s hips dug deeper into your plump skin and you could feel him lodged in the deepest parts of you.
“Don’t say that about yourself” Brant gently reprimanded, trailing his lips over to yours to place a chaste kiss on the swollen skin. “You’re beautiful to me.”
His hands trailed down your plump body and he emphasised his words as he grabbed the soft pudge of your round belly, letting the pudge spill between the gaps of his fingers until you writhed with sordid content. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, pulse droning loudly in your ears at his affirmations. You were a little ashamed you had let your private thoughts slip in such an intimate moment but it was hard not to be vulnerable around Brant. He made it so easy. Like you could tell him your deepest, darkest insecurities and he would still look at you with that dazzling smile and that soft gaze that could calm any storm brewing inside of you. He knew that your deep seeded insecurities were not easily uprooted, but Brant was patient and he would never tire of telling you how much he adored you and the way you looked; over and over again, as many times as it would take.
A soft hum fell from Brant’s lips as he cooed your name once more, the tips of his calloused fingers poking the soft skin of your stomach and hips, massaging his hands as he grabbed generous amounts of skin. It made your blood simmer hotly in your veins when his hips rocked forward and he finally settled into a slow pace, thrusting in and out of your body as the pleasure flushed to life in the pit of your stomach once more. Your rotting thoughts seemed to fizzle out after that, your mind sweat up in a dizzying, pleasant haze of lust as your head was emptied of every single coherent thought and you started to trust Brant’s words, possibly even believe him when he whispered sweet nothings until you felt all fuzzy. You couldn’t help but cry out from the mind numbing bliss.
“Shh, just relax and let me take care of you” Brant whispered, his scorching breath fanning against your skin and sending pleasant tingles to ripple along your spine.
His lips left a blazing trail as he kissed your neck, dipped his tongue against your clavicle and felt the pulse in your throat jump beneath the press of his mouth. Stars swirled in your wavering visions as you knotted your fingers between the sheets, hips bucking lazily and toes curling into the soles of your feet as your sex throbbed uncontrollably from the tortuous pace of his hips. You swear you can feel the weeping head of his fat cock dripping between your gummy walls, sticky threads webbing between the soft insides of your thick thighs as your whines filled your stuffy bedchambers like a siren’s melody. A pleased noise rumbled in the back of Brant’s parched throat when you squeezed him tighter, your moans increasing in volume when he twisted his hips in just the right way to have the tip of his cock catching against your soft spots. Another hum left you feeling dizzy as he squeezed your plump hips.
“So warm and soft” Brant mumbled, briefly catching your plump skin between his teeth before letting go. “Perfect, just the way you are.”
Your legs were starting to shake around Brant’s hips and you didn’t know how much longer you could last. The way he was dragging his hands along the dips and curves of your body, squeezing every part of you and touching sensitive parts that frayed the edges of your white hot nerves until they were shocking you. His pelvis knocked into yours, the flames of his breath curling in your lungs when he kissed you again, unrefined as teeth and tongue collided sloppily with yours. He squeezed your pudge again, rubbing tantalizing circles into your plump skin before he grabbed the back of your fat thighs and dug deeper into you, until you weren’t sure where you ended and he began. You choked on a hiccup of pleasure, tasting sea salt on the tip of your tongue before you lost yourself in the throes of your rapture.
Your orgasm was intense. One of the most intense you had ever experienced in your life as the knot in your stomach unfurled and your veins were flooded in white hot relief. When Brant cupped your still aching sex in the palm of his hand, it felt like he was touching a live wire, your nerves still tingling with life as your slick juices flowed down your quaking thighs in thick rivulets. Your mind was still blissfully numb but you were aware of how your abdomen tingled when Brant finally reached his end with a loud moan and his hot seed spilled inside you, filling you with sticky warmth until it was dripping out of you. His hips were shaking as he slowly pumped into you, stuffing you full as your body still buzzed. You struggled to catch your breath as overstimulation was quick to creep up on you, stealing one last pleasure high out of you when the last one had only barely just ebbed.
“Brant, sensitive” you rushed between rough pants. “Sensitive.”
You were finally given the chance to catch your breath as Brant went still inside of you, strong arms wrapping around your plump waist as you collapsed further into the comfort of your shared bed. The mattress squeaked into protest when Brant rested more of his weight against you, slowly peeling your trembling legs from around his waist and giving them a soothing pat.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
You nodded along to his words as he cupped your face in his hands, dabbing his thumbs under your wet eyes and wiping away the stray tears that clung to the edges of your lashes. His touch was a soothing balm and you flushed under his attention as he kissed the tip of your nose, a warm smile gracing his lips as his eyes sparkled under the dim light. The way he was looking at you made you question what he was seeing.
“What are you looking at?” you inquired, trailing your fingers over his chest.
He gave you a dopey grin. “Why you, of course, my love. You look so stunning. Like a flower blooming. Or the sunset at sea. Or-”
You had to pull him into a kiss to stop him because if you didn’t, you would have ended up a mess from his theatrics. One day you might get used to his endless sea of praises.
