#brian x reader
Does anyone know where to watch Fast food nation for free? Please I’m being serious I need more Paul Dano
Imagine…
Taking a bath with Brian. (Fem!Reader)
(For@tawneybel. Sorry this took me a billion years to post.)
You could tell Brian was stressed when you got home. Although he greeted you kindly, you could practically feel the tension coming off of him. When asked about it, Brian insisted that it was nothing. He was fine.
Whatever it was, he wasn’t ready to talk about it.
“Brian, come here.”
“What is it, Y/N?”
“Come take a bath with me.”
Although the tub was small, the two of you were able to squeeze in close. You had enough room to play around a bit. Brian loosened up as the two of you joked with one another - your banter soon turning more flirtatious.
(NSFW BELOW THE CUT)
The flirting lead to your mouths meeting hungrily. Brian ran his hands along any part of your skin he could easily reach - your back, your arms, your legs. He cupped your breast in one hand and let his hand creep up into your hair with the other. He audibly gasped when your hand went between his legs. His dick hardened quickly at your touch, and he started to loosen his grip on you the longer you jerked him off.
“Scoot up a little, and lean back,” you prompted. He didn’t want to move from you, but did as you asked. “Can I?” He knew what you were asking, and nodded in a euphoric haze.
Your fingers pumped inside of him while you stroked his cock in tandem. His eyes were shut tight, and he leaned back to let out a loud moan. His hands gripped the sides of the tub as he groaned out your name.
After he came, Brian slumped forward and twisted his body so that he could rest his head on your shoulder. His breathing gradually slowed and he wrapped his arms around you the best that he could in the narrow space.
‘He’s certainly going to sleep well tonight.’
Tag List: @raith-way
What’s on Your Mind?
Request: anon
Song inspo: Say It To My Face — Maty Noyes
Summary: Q seems to absolutely drive you up a wall. But the thing about him that drives you absolutely insane: the way he makes you feel. The more you suppress it, the more irritable you are. Everyone has their limits, and so do you. The truth will be revealed
Warning: Smut ahead!
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When you took this job, you weren’t sure what you were signing up for. Working for someone who made your stomach twist in an animalistic way wasn’t what you had in mind at all.
You were his assistant. The one needed to keep tabs on his emails, organize all his appointments, ensure he’s paying attention during meetings, and the one who filtered information to him. It irked you how disorganized he was and he seemed to have a disdain for you as well. You were constantly at creative rifts in the road and bickering about how to handle a variety of situations. Some days he tempted you to just put in your two weeks and leave, but something continuously compelled you to stay. Something in your gut made you stay and stopped you from ever placing that pretty piece of paper that said ‘I quit!’ down onto his desk.
The thing that made you the most upset: the fact that his smug aura was attractive. You often found yourself at a crossroad between telling him off or telling him that you wanted his clothes off. You went with the former, using it as a shield to hide all those hidden feelings. When you wanted to punch his teeth in, you really just wanted to grab his face and smash your lips together and kiss so hard that it would suck the soul out of his body. When you wanted to strangle him, you wanted it the other way around. Hand on your throat as skin on skin contact would echo through the office. When you bit your lip, half of it was to hold your tongue and the array of colorful language that you would have loved to release on him. The other half: holding yourself back from saying what you were truly feeling deep down and behind all the aggression.
You kept quiet for this long, but sometimes it felt like the most difficult hidden aspect of your job description: do not fuck your annoying boss. If anything, it felt like rule number one.
But it felt like every day, that rule became harder and harder to follow. The line between employer and fuck buddy started to become blurry.
It was quiet in the office and as per usual, Brian was late. Already you were irritated and wanting to sock him in his teeth, but you kept quiet and tried to enjoy the peace of the temporarily silent office space. The other guys would occasionally walk past, greeting you and making small talk, you asked where Brian was and it seemed that they were just as clueless as you.
“Probably hung over.”
“He’s probably stuck in bed with his cats. Those guys move for no one!”
“There was an accident on the road here so maybe he’s stuck in a bit of traffic?”
Excuse after excuse and it only seemed to pester you more. You weren’t mad at the other guys, you were mad that he couldn’t seem to even give an answer to you AND his own best friends.
When he finally walked in, he looked fine and put together. No indication of a hangover, no sense of urgency, nothing.
“Glad you finally showed up,” You mumbled as you continued reading through contracts and permits that needed to be in order once filming started back up for the guys.
“Sorry sweetheart, hope you didn’t do too much work without me,” He spoke sarcastically. The way he said ‘sweetheart’ made your stomach absolutely churn and your face heat. You pretended to show no reaction as you went back to your work.
“I hope you know that because you were late were gonna have to stay late… again.” Disdain in your voice and he sat in his chair and skimmed through some of the papers waiting for him. He leans back with a smirk as he starts reading the papers in his hand closer, and you catch each other’s eye. You quickly avert your own back to your work and pretend that didn’t happen.
The rest of the day went by and the area slowly grew quiet as each of the guys made their leave because they finished what they needed to. Sal had come in asking if Brian wanted to go out for a few drinks, but as he saw the look on your face, Brian chose the safe answer: staying in to finish what he needed to. You lightly nodded your head and went right back to work, and he did the same as well, though, slightly more irritated than before.
You could see a noticeable tension building in him with each paper that you slid to him. It was like getting a child to finish their incomplete and missing assignments. You knew it was for the better this way.
His concentrated look, the way his lips pursed together, and the stern look in his eyes was getting you worked up in a way that started to irritate you. You started looking the same way he did, and little did you know that he caught a glimpse of it and found it just as attractive as you did with him.
“Brian. I told you to keep these papers in order of when the episode airs so it’s easier to refer to and file. How many times do I have to go over this?” You reorganized the papers for what felt like the hundredth time and grabbed paper clips.
“You told me to just read through and ax whatever bits or hand write bits in, you said nothing about organizing them!”
“I had them that way for a reason, Brian.” With a huff it went deathly quiet. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him eyeing you out. You couldn’t clearly make out the expression on his face as you forced yourself to continue working on whatever was in front of you. Shuffling through the papers your mind wandered and you could still feel his eyes on you. Your face felt hot but it was another thing you attempted to ignore.
“I feel like you hate me sometimes.” He said quietly.
“Hmm?” You questioned wanting to hear what he said one more time.
“I said I feel like you hate me sometimes,” He said once again as he placed his pen down and leaned against the arm of his chair, directing his entire attention on you. When you looked at him, a single eyebrow was raised and he had a foreign look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite understand, but it made all your hairs stand on end in anticipation.
“You know, I don’t hate you…” Your face got even hotter as you saw a slight smirk growing on his face. “I don’t. I get frustrated because you do things without thinking. It’s my job to keep you organized and on track and it feels as though sometimes you don’t listen. It grinds my gears, Brian.” Everything inside of you starts to threaten to pour out, endless words pounding at the floodgates, begging to be released. It’s even harder to say all of these things when the office is barren of others, leaving the two of you as the sole solitary individuals trapped within its confines.
“Then if you don’t hate me why do you always act like you don’t like being around me or that you do hate me?” He kept prying and prying and answering more questions. You felt trapped and it all came to a boiling over. It was aggravating you because it seemed almost as if he knew the answer but he wanted to hear it directly from you.
“Because I have feelings for you, okay?!” You turn to him as you spout your confession, bellowing it so it lingers and echoes in the room. You feel as though it’s hard to swallow and as though the heat in the room got intense. A nervous sweat breaks out all over your body and Brian says nothing for a moment and has a dastardly grin on his stupid face.
“Oh… So that’s what it’s been, huh, sweetheart?” His voice changed rapidly in tone, and he finds it all incredibly amusing to see you suddenly become so small so quickly after always being this seemingly huge obstacle in his way all the time in the office. He pulls your swivel chair in closer, one of his hands resting on an armrest, the other on the backrest of it, leaning you back so that you’re looking up to him and he’s looking down on you.
The tension was incredibly thick, your heart was pounding at a rapid speed as his eyes fanned over your entire being. You felt exposed, vulnerable, small. But something about this sensation was so incredibly thrilling, you clenched your thighs together and your hands rested one upon the other on your lap. This is the attention you had craved for so long, but never would you have thought it would be within the environment that you were currently situated in.
You fell silent, stumbling over something to say to answer him, but nothing coherent could be formed.
“Why so silent now?” He takes his hand that was resting on the arm rest and brings your face closer to his, “didn’t know someone who always had something to say could be at such a loss for words for once.” Just like that, his lips were on yours. You could no longer resist all the urges you fantasized about so often as you brought your hands to his face and pressed his lips harder to yours. Tongues were intertwined and melding together and you hummed at the sensations you desired for so long.
“So this is how I can get you to shut up, huh?” you joked with a devilish smirk once you both finally pulled away only to reattach them and kiss him even harder than before. His hands rubbed on your thighs and gripped at your buttoned up blouse. It was a quick jolt, buttons were flying in all different directions, leaving your chest exposed. “You dick head. You’re so impatient.” He grunted as lips reconnected. He grabbed you by your thighs, slid you off of your chair, and into his lap. As you shifted in his lap, you could feel his throbbing cock through the layers of his pants. The sensation elicited a moan from both of you.
“You sure you want this? I don’t have a condom…” He said in a quiet husky voice. You were so pent up and needy that it irritated you.
“You talk at the worst times. I’m on the pill, just touch me already.” Without another thought, his lips trailed from your lips down to your chest, taking your breast out of the cups of your bra and trailing his tongue all around your nipple and areola. The hot, wet sensation of his mouth on your tits made your hips come to life as you began to grind your hips against his hard on. Hums of his moans were traveling through your skin as he left love bites all over the exposed skin. His hands were gripping at your hips. “Fucking hell Brian.” You moaned out. Your skin was tingling for more, and it seemed he was too.
“Sweetheart, god, if you keep that shit up I won’t last. You gotta stop.” You heard his pleas but continued anyway. His forehead was stuffed between your breast as his eyes were half lidded and trained on your pussy that was continuously running over his clothed hard on. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he whimpered.
“Why would I stop when you keep eliciting the sexiest, pathetic little moans?” He grunts and suddenly you were on his desk, his face was buried in your neck, and he was quickly undoing his belt.
“You just can’t fucking listen can you, doll?” A belt buckle had never sounded so erotic before this moment and you were quickly falling into submission, something you never thought possible as you were always having to baby him and boss him around in the office. “You act so cocky all the time, I think it’s time I show you who’s in charge now.” He reaches under the hem of your skirt, pushing it above your waist so that your naval was readily exposed for him. He quickly tears a hole into your panty hose and moves your panties to the side, exposing your soaking wet pussy to the cold air of the office space.
There was no patience in this act you were about to commit. Quite frankly, you didn’t even want to wait any longer than you already had to indulge in the sinful sensation that was fucking your employer. There was something so taboo, so thrilling, so erotic. Like something out of a naughty novel that you had read before. A fantasy you wanted played out so bad, and all of it was coming to fruition.
His cold middle finger dipped into your wetness, making you buck your hips in an aching motion that was you physically begging for more contact. He pulls his finger away, looking at the finger that was now soaked in your needy juices.
“Look at how fucking wet you are and I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” His finger is placed upon your lips, you part them and suck on his finger, reveling in the taste of your own nectar on your taste buds. All the while, you help with the final steps to getting what you truly craved: undoing his zipper and fishing his cock out of his boxers. Your eyes glimmered at the sight of it and a smirk stretched across his face seeing your reaction. “Say what’s on your mind sweetheart.” He guides the tip of his cock to your soaking wet pussy, teasing you with the head that made you tilt your head back and whimper. “Look at who’s making the sweetest most pathetic little moans. Tell me how much you want my fucking cock in you. Go on. Say it. Nice and loud for me doll so I can hear.” The taunting only made you hornier and needier. The banter you were so accustomed to was having its effects, and hell did you love how you were drowning in the lust.
“Fuck, Brian, shut up and fuck me, please! I just need you to fuck me already!” You have your legs wrapped around his waist, begging for him to sink into you, aching to feel the stretch of your pussy taking him to the hilt.
“Atta girl.” He said huskily. Slowly, inch by inch, he was sinking into you with a groan, “fuck you took me so easily. You’re an eager one, huh, sweetheart?” The sensation had you crumpling papers in your palm and your back was bowed in pleasure.
“God fuck you’re so fucking big Bri.” Your eyes met with his. Hair shagged in his face, dilated pupils signaling a carnal desire, and lip caught between his teeth as he exhaled a grunt through his nose. He could work you up without having to say or do much of anything, he was the modern day physical embodiment of eros in your eyes, and in this moment, he was all yours for the taking. You could feel his cock throbbing within you, and that was enough to make you pulse around him and pull a shaky sigh from his lungs. With a daring smile and a hunger for more, you spoke words that would send the both of you into oblivion: “Fuck me. Nice and hard. “‘Til I’m screaming.” You didn’t have to say anymore, for his smile already said what was on his mind.
He slowly pulled his hips away, just until only the tip of his cock was left in you, and then quickly snapped his hips right back. Just like that, you were seeing stars.
“Holy shit Brian! Fuck!” You screamed as you dropped to holding yourself up on your elbows.
“That’s right sweetheart, scream my name. I know you’ve wanted to. Louder. Say my name louder,” he said with a carefully enunciated tone. His hips continued to work just as hard as he experimentally angled himself until he found all of your sweet spots.
“Brian! Brian! Brian!” His name was the only thing you could seem to muster out aside from various moans as he worked his magic all over your body.
“Fucking hell you feel so good wrapped around my cock. Got me so worked up I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Papers were flying off the desk as he continued to pound into you, he was hovering above you as his hands rested at your sides to give himself leverage to continue his lustful onslaught. “Rub your clit baby, make yourself feel good while I fuck you.” You quickly listened, bringing your right middle and ring finger to your mouth, coating them with spit, and then snaking your hand down right where he told you. As your fingers circled your clit, as his cock hit you in all the most erogenous spots within you, you felt your climax building quickly.
“Brian, getting close, I’m gonna cum!” You confessed in a high pitch whine. His hips picked up in speed as he heard you cries, grunting and quickly losing his rhythm.
“Fuck baby, me too. Let’s cum together, okay? Cum with me please.” You nod your head in response. “I’ll count down from 10, okay, doll? We’ll cum together.”
“Yes! Yes! Make me cum Brian!”
10… You tried not to circle your clit so much as not to cum too soon, savoring the sensation and begging for it to last a little longer.
9… You saw the way his hair was beginning to stick to his sweaty forehead and the way his biceps shone in the fluorescent lighting of the office.
8… “I’m so close, fucking hell i’m so close Brian!”
7… “Fucking hell sweetheart your pussy feels so good on my cock.”
6… Lips were connected for just a moment, tongues swirled together to add to all the erotic sensations that flooded your nerves. The hot sensation of his mouth and the taste of stale coffee was a new shining memory forever stored in your head.
5… His thrusts were quickening at an uneven pace as the number lowered. It felt like an eternity, almost like a teasing sensation, but it would make your orgasm feel all the more satisfying as you held off from having him in your grasp for so long.
4… the heat was building as both of your moans were rising in pitch and an aching need for release was mutual.
3… His hands now were on your hips. As he thrusted, he brought your hips in. His cock was hitting you deeper and harder than it ever had, the way he was grasping at your hips was sure to leave marks, but you loved the thought of having markings only you knew about.
2… “I want you to cum… nice and hard for me…” Your eyes met his, and there was no tearing them away. He didn’t have to tell you to cum hard, you already knew you would.
1… Your fingers worked your clit as you finally reached the crest of the wave,
“Fuck i’m cumming!” You screamed as a flood of euphoria washed over you. Each pant was a moan as you reveled in the sensation. With one finally thrust, Brian was buried deep in you. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as warmth filled whatever space was left inside of you. With each spurt, you could feel him push deeper inside of you with a grunt.
“Fucking hell you’re pussy is squeezing the cum right out of my cock. Fuck that felt good.” His head was in the crux of your neck as his hot breath fanned on your shoulder as you both bathed in the afterglow of your orgasms.
When he pulled out, you could feel all of his cum slowly seeping out of you, and it honestly made you a little horny all over again. He quickly grabbed some tissues to help clean you up.
“I knew you couldn’t have hated me that much.” He said with a deep chuckle.
“You owe me a new shirt.” You say, blushing deeply as you try to fix yourself up a bit, “and I’m not reorganizing these papers.” You looked around at all the flung papers, the ones you crumpled up, and the ones you got some… juices on.
“No rude nicknames during any of those sentences. See, proof that you don’t hate me.” He started cleaning himself up and readjusting himself. You tried to hide your smile, but there was no use. “And a smile! I’m winning big today!”
Maybe you’ll hold off on putting your two weeks in…
indefinitely.
