Brian Thomas x reader: "Warmth"
summary: camping on a mission with Brian, on a particularly cold night
PiV, finger sucking, brian is sweet
Camping out during a mission was less than desirable. It was muddy, cold, and humid all at once, and things only got worse when it came time to sleep.
So, when Brian suggested you both take a stop for the night in the middle of a forest with no motel in sight, you had no choice but to agree. It would be hours until you reached your destination and Brian could only drive for so long, he was only human after all. And, of course, he was prepared in the most annoying way possible; he brought a tent and two sleeping bags.
“It’s just for a night, Doll,” he reassured. He knew from the way you grimaced at his original proposal that you’d be less than willing to go through with it, but he knows you’re even worse when tired.
Brian kept driving until he “felt” the perfect place to stop and set up camp. He parked his truck slightly off into the depths of the forest, right next to a small clearing. It was smooth, and just big enough for his shitty tent. He turned to you, flashing his usual toothy grin before speaking, “You wait here, Dolly, yeah? Get some rest after a long drive. I’ll get ’cha when I’m done.” Honestly, you were tired. Of course, you just sat in the passenger seat the whole trip, but listening to Brian’s mindless rambles about something he and Tim did or something random he’d been thinking about drained the life out of you.
You looked up at him, nodding softly, before he got out of the truck. You heard him walk to the back of the truck, pulling the raggedy tent bag out, along with the rolled up sleeping bags. There was something so domestic about the situation, especially compared to your life, where chaos was constant. Brian rolled up his sleeves, taking the tent out of the bag, along with the rods. He’d done this a million times before, probably with Tim, but not with you. Matter of fact, this isn’t the only “new” thing you and him are doing as of late. For a year or so now, you and Brian had been in each other’s proximity, offering the occasional smile or “Good morning”, but it seemed like a new element was added into your relationship. You went on missions with Brian and Tim, but now, it was usually just with Brian. And on those missions, you would talk for hours. You originally thought he wasn’t a man of words, that it was all up for interpretation, but now? You knew Brian as if he’d given you a handbook about him.
Not only would you go on missions together, but you’d stay in motels, go to diners occasionally, and he’d always open doors for you. At first, you assumed it was the standard where he came from, maybe his way of displaying “chivalry”, but something about it felt different than the usual politeness. Not only would he open the car door for you, but he’d offer you his hand. Then, when you arrived at wherever you were going, he’d get out first and do the same thing. He really did treat you like his doll. The strangest thing about it all was that you liked it.
This newfound closeness proved its existence, so much so he started calling you ‘Dolly’ somewhere along the way. He said something along the lines of, “You’ve always got that hair done up with a nice pretty outfit- just like a doll.” The nickname stuck, and something about it felt so intimate. You couldn’t deny that Brian was an attractive man, his gap-toothed smile and his subtle southern accent adding a sense of unique attractiveness, but the way he came up with a nickname just for you made something inside of you flutter.
After about five minutes, Brian was already almost done setting up the tent. You couldn’t help but notice that he’d kept stealing glances at you, before quickly refocusing on the task at hand. He looked almost flustered, shrugging his shoulders to ground himself, letting out a sigh.
He finished setting up the tent, doing one last walk around, pushing on the rods to ensure their stability. He placed the sleeping bags next to the entrance before making his way back to the car, opening the passenger door. He gently cupped the left side of your face, rubbing it softly with his thumb, before whispering, “How’s my girl? Cold?”
You leaned your head against his hand, finding comfort in how warm it was. His hand was big and rough, but always gentle.
“…A little.” You admitted, looking up at him. He chuckled, taking his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders carefully. “There you go,” he mumbled, “That’ll help.”
Suddenly, he leaned in, his musky smell immediately surrounding you. He seemed to hesitate before gently brushing your hair away with his hand, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. He lingered there for a moment, before pulling away. “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” he promised. He walked back to the tent, leaving you there, flustered.
He began unrolling the sleeping bags, still looking back at you from time to time. You watched him disappear in and out of the tent, laying down each sleeping bag. After a few minutes, he walked back to the truck, tent bag and sleeping bag covers in hand, placing them back in the trunk. He walked back to the passenger door, opening it, and offering you his hand. “It’s warmer in the tent,” he assured.
You took his hand and stepped out of the car. The cold night’s chill brushed against your face, causing you to shiver. Brian shut the car door before wrapping an arm around you as you walked to the tent, rubbing up and down your arm to warm you up.
He gestured for you to get into the tent, which you obliged. He was right, it was warmer in there. You settled on one of the sleeping bags, bringing your knees to your chest, trying to conserve the warmth. Brian followed in after you, lying down on the sleeping back next to you.
“We’ll get up early tomorrow,” he began, “maybe find a nice diner, yeah Doll?” He turned his head up towards you, grinning at the way your eyes lit up at the mention of an actual breakfast rather than whatever food was stashed in his truck.
“That would be nice,” you mumbled. “Maybe some pancakes.”
“Anything you want,” he teased. Though, the tease was only really in the delivery. You could tell Brian meant it, and that he wasn’t just talking about breakfast. His voice was syrupy sweet, no pun intended, and rarely held actual malice.
He pat his knee before sitting up, unzipping his sleeping bag. “Get in Doll, it’s gettin’ cooler. Don’t want the chilly air to steal you,” he suggested. You unzipped your own sleeping bag, and slowly crawled in. Brian leaned over, zipping it up for you, before doing the same for his own. You both settled down, letting out tired sighs.
“Wake me up if you need anything,” he whispered.
You let out a yawn, before mumbling, “Yeah, Bri…”
You weren’t sure how many hours had passed, but you woke up freezing. Nothing but pitch black and Brian’s quiet snores surrounded you, and falling back asleep would definitely be a challenge. You still had Brian’s jacket on, wrapped in your sleeping bag, but it proved ineffective. You couldn’t stop shaking, trying to hug yourself for warmth. You lay on your side, facing Brian, and subconsciously curled towards him. Your head bumped against his shoulder, and he began to stir awake.
Your eyes darted to his, your face beginning to flush with embarrassment. He let out a groan, rubbing his eye. “Something wrong, Doll?” he mumbled, voice raspy from sleep. He turned his head, eyes landing on your shivering form. He put the pieces together quickly and leaned on his side, pulling you against his chest.
“…Could’ve woke me up if you were cold,” he mumbled, tangling his fingers in your hair.
“F-Felt bad,” you stuttered out. He felt like a human heater, especially when you were so close to him this way. He let out a quiet chuckle, kissing the top of your head. He rubbed his hand up and down your back, generating warmth against you. You pressed your cheek against the heat of his neck, lips brushing against it. You felt his breath subtly hitch, grip tightening slightly. You paused, before pressing a gentle kiss against his neck, just below his Adam’s apple.
He swallowed hard, his hand coming to a halt on your back. “Can’t… Can’t just do things like that, Doll,” he mumbled, voice shaky, “it’ll leave me wantin’ more.”
You let out an almost silent giggle before pressing your lips against the same spot, admiring the effect it had on him. You continued kissing his neck, placing a trail of gentle kisses, till you reached his jaw. His lips were slightly parted, soft breaths falling from them. You pulled always from the crook of his neck, now being face to face with him. His eyes found yours, and he reached his hand up to hold your face. He slid his thumb against your lips before mumbling, “I always liked these lips of yours.”
Your eyes fluttered shut. The moment felt almost dream-like, and your heart was pounding. Slowly, Brian lifted your jaw, angling your lips in the direction of his. Tentatively, he pressed his lips against yours, his free hand finding the back of your head, holding it gently. The kiss was almost feathery, and you could feel Brian holding back. You pressed your body closer to him, letting out a quiet whine against his lips. You were no longer cold, Brian’s body was so warm, and his lips were even warmer.
Brian pulled away from your lips, pressing them against your neck. The sounds he was eliciting from you were so vulgar, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. He kissed a particularly sensitive part of your neck, grinning against your skin upon hearing your soft moan. Brian’s hand traveled down the side of your waist, till it reached your hip. He placed a rough kiss on your lips, mumbling something like, “You don’t know what you do to me.”
Your hand found his stubble-adorned cheek, admiring the warmth of it. He was so masculine, not just because of his looks, but because of his actions. You’d never known a man that treated you this way, and Brian didn’t even seem to know how well he treated you, which somehow made it better. He pulled away from the kiss, eyes staring into yours. He was slightly out of breath, but a genuine smile grew on his face, nonetheless. “Wanted to do that for so long,” he confessed. He held you tightly against him, stroking your cheek gently.
“Me too,” you whispered quietly, “Wanted to taste you.”
Brian let out a hushed chuckle, his hand leaving your hip and gliding along your thigh. “Glad you felt the same way,” he mumbled, hand sliding between your thighs. You lifted your thigh up in response, making room for his hand. He already felt the heat emitting from you, cupping his hand against your clothed sex. “Didn’t know my girl was feeling needy,” he grinned. “Need me to help?”
You let out a choked whine, nodding. “Yes,” you gasped, “Need you so bad, Bri.”
He pressed harder against your cunt. “Tell me,” he groaned, “Tell me how much you need it, Doll.”
Brian knew exactly how to work you, and it always left you breathless. You’d belonged to him for so long and you hadn’t even realized it, and god did it feel good. “Please, Bri,” you whined, “Please touch me, need it so bad. Need to cum.”
With each word you mumbled out, you could feel his hand twitch against you, making it obvious you weren’t the only needy one. He kissed your head and whispered, “Anything for you, Doll.”
His hands meticulously slid into your panties, and he let out a strained groan when he felt how wet you were. His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles. “This all for me?” he teased. You let out a mix of a whine and a moan, subconsciously grinding against his hand. “Fuck, it’s all yours Bri, all for you,” you whimpered out.
He let out a satisfied hum. His fingers found their way to your entrance, teasing it. He couldn’t help but want to drown himself in the way you tense up just from his touch. He slowly eased his fingers in, careful not to hurt you, but also to feel the way you stretch around them.
You grabbed onto his bicep, biting back a moan. He continued rubbing your clit with his thumb while curling his middle and ring fingers, trying to coax as many noises out of you as he could. “That’s it,” he grunted, “Grab onto me, I got’cha.”
“Touch me more,” you whined desperately. You’d never felt so pathetic, begging just to feel more of Brian was like a humiliation ritual, but it felt so good. His long, thick fingers kept hitting that spot inside of you that your fingers could never reach, and all you could see is stars.
“Tell me what’cha want, Darlin’,” Brian whispered, “Use your words.” His voice was only fueling your desire to cum, but you wanted more than just his fingers.
You paused out of embarrassment, before choking out, “Your dick, Bri, I need… Need you to fill me up.”
Brian grinned at your dirty words, pressing a sloppy kiss against your collarbone. Brian pulled his fingers out of you, slipping them into your mouth.
“Want it that bad?” he teased, “Then clean my fingers for me.”
It was a mix of humiliation and pleasure licking your own slick off his fingers. You felt them twitch in your mouth, presumably from him imagining something else replacing them. He kept his fingers buried in your mouth till your spit began to drip out of the corners of your mouth, seemingly mesmerized by the expression on your face. “Good girl,” he groaned. He pulled his fingers out, hands shooting down to you shorts. Carefully, he pulled them off, along with your soaked panties.
You lifted your hips in desperation. “Hurry, Bri,” you whined out, the heat between your legs aching to be delved in. Brian unzipped his jeans, taking his cock out of his boxers. His tip was already leaking with pre-cum, and you couldn’t help but notice the way it curved up.
“Patience, baby,” Brian mumbled out. “Let me take care of my girl.” With that, Brian climbed on top of you, leaning down to press a surprisingly tender kiss against your lips. “I’ll be gentle. Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”
You nodded needily. Of course, you didn’t really want him to be careful, you wanted him to fuck you stupid. To make you dumb on his dick, leaving you with nothing but the thought of him.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, before slowly sliding into you. You couldn’t deny his size intimidated you, but now? It felt like you were made for each other. Brian filled you to the hilt, letting out a groan. “Shit, Doll,” he breathed, “You’re sucking me in.”
You gripped his shoulders, longing for stability. His dick was effortlessly hitting the deepest parts inside of you, and each thrust made you clench. Brian leaned his head into the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses along your collarbone. It didn’t feel like a usual one-time hookup; this felt like something more, like real lovemaking.
“Feels so good,” you whined, lifting your hips in time to meet his. Brian grinned against your neck, placing a particularly sloppy kiss against it. “Taking it so well, Doll. So well.”
You couldn’t help but notice how he leaned back, drinking in your face. His face was full of genuine admiration, and you could tell by the way he slowed his thrusts into deeper, grounding ones, that he was feeling something foreign. His eyes filled with a kind of purity, like the heat of the moment had beautifully faded into something sweet. Your grip on his shoulders softened, and became a gentle caress. He reached a hand up to your face, holding your cheek.
“…Doll,” he mumbled quietly, “Knew I loved you at first sight.”
He pressed a kiss against your lips, cradling your face close to his. He didn’t expect you to break down and confess your own mutual feelings for him, it was just as if something inside of him told him he should tell you that.
Of course, it had been obvious that you both had love for each other, but hearing it directly from his lips made your heart flutter. Hopelessly, you pressed your lips against his. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, pulling away only to whisper, “Cum with me, Baby.”
You felt yourself clenching around him, and bit back a whine. Brian’s soft words and tentative strokes lulled you closer to your release. You leaned your head bad in ecstasy, your orgasm rippling through you in gentle waves. It coursed throughout your body, relaxing each and every muscle, only intensifying when you felt Brian filling you up. He let out a low whimper, staying inside of you, dragging on his own release.
You let out a whimper when he pulled out, sensitive from the loss of contact. Brian lay down next to you, pulling you flush against him. You felt his chest rise and fall rapidly, and brought a hand up to rest against it. His heartbeat was fast, and feeling it felt grounding somehow. Brian mirrored you, resting a hand against your chest to feel your heartbeat. Brian smiled almost innocently, rubbing his thumb against your skin. “Cute heartbeat, Doll.”
You let out a quiet giggle at his dorkiness, snuggling up to him. He rested his head atop yours, letting out a deep sigh.
You weren’t sure how things would be tomorrow, but for right now, you were going to savor every last bit of this moment.
oh my gosh my second smut post yay, still trying to get the hang of it hehe
(dividers are not mine, credits to XxRosemixX on pinterest)
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