Reader x Emil Steilsson - It's Easy Pleasure

Lukas was walking down the hall, his oh-so chic, golden, cross phone pressed against his ear.

“Of course I want that much butter… Do I sound insane to you?” He hissed into the phone.

There were only two topics that would muster up emotion in the blonde, whether it be the slightest twitch to the corner of his mouth or an eyebrow raise, it was bound to be there.
Those two things? His beloved butter, coffee…

and his little brother, Emil.

He was forever treating Emil like a little child. Lukas always considered his brother as a ‘late bloomer’. No way was he going to be giving his brother up to the harsh, mature world out there. He had a big brother duty to fulfil.

“EMIL!”A girly voice cried out.

Lukas froze in his tracks and slowly turned his head towards where the shriek had come from. Was that (Y/N)?

“A-Are you ok?!”

Oh, there was the proof. That was Emil’s voice dripping with worry and coming through the closed door to his room.

“Wait… that’s meant to happen? Uh, I mean, ‘course! That’s meant to happen.”

“Go easy on me, will you? I told you this is my first time.”

“It’s mine too, don’t worry. I always thought about trying this out. I know I can get a little carried away but-”

Emil was interrupted by giggles from (Y/N) following with a rather sultry comment.

“Forget being gentle. Let’s do the hard core stuff.”

*PING*

The golden phone dropped from the sweaty palms belonging to Lukas as he made a mash dash down the stairs to grab that darn Dane. He couldn’t quite trust his own ears. How could his lonely, innocent, little brother be with a girl in there? Of course Lukas knew Emil liked to mess around and do childish competitions with (Y/N) but he hadn't hadn’t heard of Emil getting a girlfriend. Big brothers were meant to know everything about their younger counterparts! They were alone with each other and clearly preoccupied (it sounded like that anyway). As much as Lukas didn’t want to admit it, he needed the Dane’s help to try and decipher this kind of talk. Maybe he just heard wrong?

“Mathias?” Lukas called, half way down the stairs.

“Luuuuk-gah!” Lukas took hold of Mathias’s neck tie and tugged on it with force to shut him up.

“So obnoxious and loud. You should really take my advice and buy a clip on tie. Just shut up and come with me.”

Before a recovering Mathias could even react, he was pulled towards Emil’s door. This time, they didn’t even have to get close to know what was going on.

“That’s it Emil! Right there. Hold it, I think I’m gonna-"

“Not now. I was just enjoying myself. I thought I was meant to be the one who didn’t last long?” There was a hint of a smirk being carried along in his voice.

Mathias broke out into a grin, oblivious to the fact that Lukas was suffering acute anxiety about whether he should interfere or not.

“Look at that out of character statement.”

“Why did we have to do it on the floor, Emil?”

“Guess he really is a different person when he’s with others.

“Just move a little to the left…”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not his big brother though.”

“Hey, the Dane was right! It does feel better when…”

“I taught him so well.”

If looks could kill, there would be one less Dane in the house.

“We should interfere. See? This is why I say leave Tino or Berwald instead of you on shopping days. You’re just hopeless in life threatening situations.”

“I got caught before me and that kid had a foam axe battle… I’ve been banned from that store ever since. Oh come on, lighten up. You want to break it up just because Emil’s finally bagged someone? He’s becoming a man! Just because he gets more than you do doesn’t mean you have to be jealous.”

“Didn’t you bring a real axe to the fight though? It’s not really fair on the little ki- Stupid Dane, you’re distracting me. I'm done with wasting time, I’m going in.”

Lukas mentally prepared himself and wasted no time on flinging open the door to expose both Emil and (Y/N) to the men standing outside.
Nothing could have prepared Lukas and Mathias for the sight in front of them.

“Oh, hi guys!” (Y/N) said with a sweet smile upon her face.

Dressed in some nicely fitted, black yoga pants and a (F/C), fitness tank top, she was on all fours, wrists aligned with her shoulders and back arched, while her butt stuck out behind her. Emil was awkwardly kneeling behind her, hands hovering over (Y/N)’s backside and cheeks flustered. It was almost as if he didn’t quite know what to do with himself let alone with his hands. But the part that they couldn't quite process? Both were fully clothed yet panting slightly.

“Me and Emil were just doing some hard core yoga poses! Neither of us have done this before so we thought we’d make a competition out of it and see who backed out first. Turns out Emil’s quite the yoga master, isn’t that right?”

(Y/N) turned around to look at an alarmingly red Emil who quickly stuttered. “U-Uh huh! Are you sure my hands are meant to go on your butt though?” He added in a small voice.

“My back, you dumby!”