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ā requested . smut . arguing. toxicish!brian . situationship. when i write for toxicish!brian i think of his beard era š«¦ .
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another guy texts you while you're with brian and he canāt help but get upset.
Brian held your phone in a tight grip, the screen still glowing between the two of you. the argument had started innocently, really. you had been curled up against him, half asleep with your phone forgotten beside his thigh. a notification buzzed. without thinking, Brian reached for it, intending to pass it back.
then he saw the name. a manās name.
his jaw tightened before he even realized it. by the time you noticed, he was already reading just enough to know the conversation wasnāt about work or some random delivery notification.
now he stood a few feet away, your phone still in his hand.
āWho is he?ā
you sighed, crossing your arms. āSeriously?ā
āIām asking you a question.ā
āAnd Iām wondering why youāre asking it.ā
Brian scoffed. āDonāt play dumb.ā
āIām not.ā
āHe texts you this late?ā
āSo?ā
āSo?ā his voice rose. āYou were literally lying on me.ā
you stared at him for a long second. he had absolutely no right to ask those questions. no relationship, no claim over you.
still, you answered. āHeās a friend.ā
Brian let out a humorless laugh. āA friend.ā
āYes.ā
āThe kind that sends you heart emojis?ā
you snatched your phone from his hand and glanced at the screen.
āIt was one emoji.ā
āIt was a red heart.ā
āIt was attached to ācan't wait to see you.āā
āstill a heart.ā
for a second, he looked away, breathing hard through his nose as if he was trying to stop himself from saying something heād regret.
you almost smiled. you were getting under his skin. and, admittedly you liked it.
āWhy are you reacting this way?ā you asked, tilting your head.
he scoffed, taking a step back. āReacting like what?ā his voice was sharp. āLike someone who cares?ā
āYouāre not my boyfriendā you stated.
āIām not.ā his voice rose slightly.
āThen stop fucking acting like it.ā you snapped back.
Brian stared at you, chest rising and falling.
āAnd you know what?ā Brian shot back, eyes locked on yours. āIf I ever decided I wanted you completelyā¦ā he took a step closer, jaw tight. āYouād still be here.ā
and that's all it took. the silence, the way he just stood there, arms at his sides like he couldn't be bothered.
"I'm done, Brian." your voice came out firm, and final.
he didn't say a word. just ran a hand through his hair and let out a long, exhausted sigh.
"Fine" he said
"I don't need you" you bit out, eyes stinging, even as you said it. even as your chest begged you to take it back.
you both stood there, your breathing uneven, his hands flexing at his sides like he was holding something in.
"you don't need me?" he asked, eyes narrowing at you, like he didn't believe a single word, and maybe because you didn't believe it either.
"ā¦ but you're gonna be the one apologizing later for how you're acting right now."
that made something in you snap. you took a step toward him, close enough to see the bit of hurt in his eyes. "you seriously think I'm the one who needs to apologize?" you whispered, taken back.
he didn't move.
"fuck you. we're done" you snapped, voice tight and angry as your fists landed against his chest.
Brian barely flinched. "Yeah? fuck me and we're done?" he bit back, his voice low, rough. his hands shot out, grabbing your wrists, not hard, just enough to stop you, to hold you in place "you really mean that?"
"Yes" you said, nose practically brushing his "I mean it."
"okay. we're done" he said. just like that and it gutted you.
he looked upset in the worst and best way. hair messy from running his hands through it, eyebrows drawn tight in disbelief? anger maybe, lips parted like he wanted to say more but couldn't get the words out, his chest rose and fell fast.
you hated how good he looked like this. you hated that his hands were still on your wrists. that they were warm, that you weren't pulling away, that you didn't want to pull away. you hated how close you were, how you could smell his cologne.
"I fucking hate you" you whispered
he lips curved into a faint smile, but his eyes were too shiny for it to be real. "no, you don't."
and maybe you didn't. you could've kissed him right there, maybe you should've. maybe you wanted him to fuck you right here, right now, drunk on anger and desperation. maybe you wanted his hands somewhere else, gripping your hips instead of your wrists, maybe you wanted him to remind you that in his own way you were his, that no argument could undo what you two were.
you meant it when you said you hated him, and he meant it too when he said you were done. the words were final. they cut through everything you and Brian had. and yet neither of you moved.
then slowly, he let your wrists go, only to bring both hands up to your face. his palms were warm and firm but gentle as they cupped your cheeks.
"I fucking mean it" he repeated, jaw clenched "we're done."
you didn't respond. what was there left to say? you felt it, whatever you had it was slipping, had already slipped. so all you did was look at him. quiet and defeated. but still wanting him.
you reached up and placed your hand over his, your thumb stroking the back of it gently, and then you leaned in soft at first. a hesitant kiss, slow and unsure but when you felt the way his mouth trembled against yours, how he didn't pull away, didn't want to, you kissed him again deeper this time, rougher.
he didn't hesitate to kiss you back harder, his hands sliding down from your face to your hips, pulling you closer. you stumbled backward, lips still locked, teeth clashing slightly until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed.
you let yourself fall back onto it, your body bouncing lightly against the mattress and Brian followed, moving over you. his hands were on your thighs, your waist, your jaw anywhere he could grab. he wasn't usually like this.
Brian always held you like you were something to be cared for, something to take his time with, not something to be claimed. this was different. he was rough, frustrated, and needy.
his mouth moved down to your neck, sucking marks into your skin, his breath heavy against you. his hands tugged at your clothes. seeing this side of him, feeling it, made something low in your stomach twist.
he didn't kiss you. he didn't do that tender shit he used to when he had something to prove or wanted to be sweet.. Brian wasn't your boyfriend. never was and you could see that written all over the glare in his eyes when he tugged his boxers down, cock already stiff and angry like the rest of him.
"Fuck, look at you" he muttered, palm cupping your breast, fingers pressing hard through your damp panties. you twitched under him. his thumb dragged slow and mean across your clit, not teasing. "you like this, huh? all this screaming, throwing shit, acting like you're done with me... and you're wet."
his eyes flicked up and caught yours. you tried to keep your expression firm, tried to hold that glare but your legs parted instead, a little wider, a little needier.
"you want me to apologize?" he muttered low, voice rough against your neck as he leaned in, lips brushing over your collarbone. "beg you back? or you want me to fuck it out of you?"
you arched off the mattress in response and that was all he needed. your bra unclasped behind your back with one flick. cold air hit your nipples before his mouth did, and the second his lips wrapped around one, tongue warm and wet and a little too rough, you gasped. his teeth grazed the sensitive bud.
your panties didn't come off. he hooked a finger into the side and yanked them aside, not even bothering to push them down your thighs. two fingers. those fingers, the same ones that used to coax you soft and slow, slid right through your pussy, wet and aching and already open for him.
"Brian-" you choked out, hips rocking against the pressure. he didn't slow, didn't look up. just curled his fingers and pressed deep, the heel of his palm grinding into your clit.
"don't 'Brian' me now" he muttered, curling those fingers again, deeper, meaner, "you wanted this. you started this."
you had. you'd told him that you didn't need him, then pulled him into a kiss. and when he looked at you, with the bit of hurt in his eyes, he kissed you back harder.
now his hips slid forward, cock hard as it brushed against your thigh. his hand gripped your hip, he slid in easy, but the stretch still stung, your body taking him like it always did. he pulled you onto him with each thrust. your legs curled tight around his waist, ankles locked behind his back, forcing him deeper with every movement of his hips. his cock dragged along the warmth of your pussy, filling you again and again until you didn't know whether the tears in your eyes were from the sting of it or the ache in your chest.
"still tight. still so fucking perfect." Brian hissed through his teeth.
your hands scrabbled up his back, nails biting into the sweat slick muscle there as he hovered above you, his face close, too close. you could see everything in him betrayal, hurt, want, his brows furrowed and jaw clenched as if he wanted to hate you so badly he could choke on it. but his body didn't lie. his body still loved you. knew every place to press, to fill, to claim.
"fuckk." you moaned, voice cracking, legs tightening.
"last time" he groaned, like he was trying to convince himself as much as you "this is the last fucking time."
his hips thrusted forward again, and again, your tits bouncing with each thrust. the headboard hit softly against the wall behind you. this was not making love, not even trying. he fucked you like he wanted to ruin what was left between you.
he grabbed your thigh suddenly, yanked it higher over his hip, his pace slowing just enough for him to adjust and thrust even deeper, cock pressing hard into you.
"say it" he demanded, staring down at you, sweat dripping from his brow to your chest "say it's the last time.
but you couldn't, you wouldn't.
your mouth opened and all that came out was nothing. you stared up at him, your bottom lip trembled slightly.
his jaw tightened "you never fucking listen."
and then his fingers found your clit, rubbing fast, too fast, two fingers slick, working tight circles as his cock fucked into you over and over.
his hips didn't let up not for a second. he fucked into you with that angry rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last, and your body, your desperate body met him every time, thighs tightening around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.
"Mhmm- don't stop"
"I won't" he panted, "going to fuck you till you feel me tomorrow."
you whimpered, arching into him, your nails leaving red crescents down his shoulders as the wet slap of your bodies grew louder, messier.
"yeah, like that"
and he just grunted, sweat rolling down his chest as he fucked into you like it was the only thing that still made sense.
he leaned down until his lips brushed your ear, "gonna cum already" he groaned, his hips slowing just slightly as your pussy tightened around him "fuck- you always feel this good."
he gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging in, holding you down as he fucked into you harder, chasing that feeling. his name was a sob on your lips.
and then it hit, your sweet release. your pussy clenched around him, milking him, holding him there.
"fuck." he groaned deep in his chest, voice cracking as he finished with you, cock twitching inside, buried as deep as it could go. his spilled into you with a low, helpless moan, his face twisted up in something halfway between ache and relief.
his body collapsed over yours, breath ragged in your ear. his head dropped to your shoulder, hair damp against your skin as he nuzzled instinctively into your neck, as if he hadn't just told you this was the end and the last time.
you wrapped your arms around him automatically. your legs were still around his waist. his cock still inside you, softening slowly, and you could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, like it didn't want to go either
your bottom lip trembled. your throat tightened so hard it hurt to swallow. you blinked up at the ceiling, and the room blurred again not from pleasure this time.
the room was quiet now, Brian's weight was still on top of you, his cock soft inside, his breath brushing against the wet curve of your neck where he'd buried himself, and neither of you moved. wouldn't.
his fingers traced the side of your breast absently, slow. you weren't sure if he even realized he was doing it. his cum slicked your thighs, warm and sticky, smeared between both your bodies.
āIām not doing this shit with you again. Iām not going to sit here wondering who the fuck youāre talking to every time youāre with me.ā he muttered against you, words muffled by your collarbone.
you just nodded. because if you opened your mouth now, you weren't sure what would come out. a sob, an apology you swore you'd never say again. maybe both.
his hand slid down a little, palm wide against your side, the way he used to hold you when he was falling asleep.
you'd said you didn't need him. you'd said it twice, just to make sure it hit. and he'd looked at you, truly looked and said "really?ā
and maybe that was the worst part. that he was right. that no matter how much you hated the way he only seemed afraid of losing you when you finally accepted you never had him, how much you resented the way he let you know his body, never his heart, or how if he ever decided he wanted you you'd still be there, maybe you did still need him. Brian. the man who now lay on top of you, silent and breathing heavy, whose own tears were soaking into your neck. you hadn't realized until now, until the cold sting of it mixed with your own.
neither of you said a word. every time Brian threatened to walk away, it sounded more like a warning to himself than it did to you. like if he stayed another second, heād cave. the truth was, his heart ached a little every time he kept pretending he didnāt want this. for his own selfish reasons, he refused to call himself your boyfriend, refused to give you what you kept asking for. yet somehow still expected you to respect the line heād drawn, still expected loyalty that he had never earned. he knew that and it hurt just as much as it pissed him off.
Brian shifted slightly, just enough to press his nose deeper into your neck. you could feel him breathing you in like scent might outlast all the other things that wouldn't.
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