BRIAN MOSER— fem reader.
mentioned: arguments, silent treatment, rough sex, brat/dom relationships, reader seen as soft(aka dolly aesthetic?),, light spanking(to ass, thighs, and vagina), use of good girl(i think), attempted somno, brian is a tit guy, reader is imagined to have bigger breasts
note: it's almost summer and i got a random feeling to write😭✌️
brian could handle a lot of things. he could handle yelling, hitting, back talk(barely). but what he couldn't let slide was being ignored, not being spoken to, little side glances you thought he couldn't see.
it was pissing him the hell off the way you thought he would just let you keep acting this way. it was getting on his nerves to say the least, and no type of advice he took from anyone else was helping.
'just tell her you're sorry, you were in the wrong.' cheap shit, you knew that trick.
'make-up sex.' didn't go well by a long shot, you wouldn't even look at him.
'buy her something.' you took it, but didn't seem like you even cared.
you were mad at him real bad.
nothing was ever good enough for you, and his self control could only go so far. the two of you lived together, and he couldn't take it all when he had to see you almost every single day.
sneaky touches when you bumped past him, the way you perked yourself up each time you had worn something revealing and decided to make the grand idea to bend over in front of him specifically.
so you were just doing this on purpose? alright, he understood, no problem.
he already wasn't in a good mood once he got home, slamming shit around— his shoes, his bag, his lab coat. his eyes looked around for you, he needed you so bad and if you were still on this ignoring him bull shit? you weren't gonna have your day any better than he was having his.
he opened the door to his room, his hand gripping the door knob seeing your position. one of your legs up, your ass out to full view in which the lace nightie you wore did no justice on covering up.
weren't you perfect, so unsuspecting and sleeping so peacefully as if he wasn't here losing his mind all over your bratty self.
his knee dipped the weight of the bed as he crawled onto the mattress, his hands coming to your hips to prop you up a small bit; your panties poking out to his view and rubbing up against the rough denim of his jeans.
he felt the way your body twitched a little, squirming a slight bit and a quiet groan giving him a reminder you woke up.
"mmhn, brian?" the way you looked back, eyes no longer filled with defiance, finally. your finger rubbing at your eye to make sure no residue was left, and you blinking a small bit so you could see him clear.
"hm," he hummed, already looping his fingers round your underwear and pulling them down to your thighs. your whole expression read 'what are you doing?' but you knew what the hell he was doing.
"you still mad at me?" his voice was agitated yet calm, his thumb coming between your thighs and rubbing to the middle of your folds, not yet putting his finger inside yet.
you couldn't even answer, your body answering on its own with the way you wriggled back into his touch. "what are you talking—"
his other hand slapped at your thigh, not too harsh but harsh enough. "don't give me that. im not in the mood." he spread your thighs a little more, moving your rear back up so he could have you arch the way he wanted.
yeah, the way he wanted. you were being bitchy for your own benefit, what about what he wanted?
"brian.." he gave another thwack, shutting you up. his fingers changed up position, his middle finger delving inside whilst his thigh would rub you a little.
"don't move your hips, if you do you're gonna make it hard for me." ironic, you could feel his dick at your leg as of now.
He wouldn't slow down, for gods sake could he slow down? you were hanging onto the bed for dear life, your whole body jolting upwards with each harsh thrust he gave. he practically made no noise, only a few small grunts but it was all so he could hear was you.
each little noise turning into a big one, the way you'd try to hide them only for him to thrust at a different angle and have you get louder.
now did he miss this, no more snarky shit just you melting into his touch and pushing your ass back onto him for more.
he had grabbed your shoulders, lifting your back up to his chest and moving his hands to palm and hold at your tits. your head leaning back onto his shoulder, and his lips kissing at your jaw and neck had you dripping on his dick.
his fingers tore at the fabric which got in the way of your chest, a surprised gasp filled with annoyance with the way he couldn't even take it off. "i'll get you a new one— ah..don't worry about it."
his fingers pinched at your hardening nipple, flicking it in different directions and rolling it in between his fingers.
"you just need to behave."