#batista

Brian moser x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k ish

An: so I hope I can reach an audience with this but oh well ! I really enjoy writing this idkkk when I’ll fully write smut (hopefully soon)

Warnings: Fluff, sexual tension but no actual smut and kissing.

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The only light in your bedroom came from your lamp and the faint glow of the streetlight bleeding through your curtains.

Your phone, face-up on your bed, silent.

Too silent.

You stared at it.

You shouldn’t be waiting for him.

You knew that.

Brian Moser was a bad idea wrapped in charm, danger mixed into his smile. He had this way of making the world feel smaller when he was around. Like it was just the two of you and everything else was background noise.

Your phone buzzed.

You grabbed it too fast, heart thudding like it had been caught doing something wrong.

Brian:

You awake?

You smiled despite yourself.

You:

Unfortunately.

A second later, your phone rang.

You answered before you could overthink it.

“Hello?”

His voice slid through the speaker, low and lazy, like he was already smiling.

“Hey. You sound lonely.”

“I am not lonely,” you said, lying automatically. “I’m… peacefully alone.”

“Mm,” he hummed. “Those are usually the nights you want company the most.”

You rolled onto your side, staring at the wall. “You don’t know that.”

“I know you,” Brian said softly.

Your chest tightened at that. He always said things like that like he had you figured out. Like he was picking out every single thing about you. That should have made you feel uneasy.

Instead, it made you feel seen.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Thinking about you in your room” he whispered.

After what like like hours you spoke.

You exhaled a quiet laugh. “Shut up.”

“Cute,” he murmured. “You laugh when you’re nervous.”

There it was again. That feeling of being gently, terrifyingly known.

You shifted on your bed, tugging your blanket higher around your waist. “Why’d you call?”

“Because I didn’t want you to fall asleep without hearing my voice.”

Your stomach flipped.

“That’s… unfair,” you muttered.

“I know.” His voice softened. “Do you want me to come over?”

Your brain screamed bad idea.

Your heart said please.

“It’s late,” you said weakly.

“So?”

Another pause, like he was choosing his words carefully.

“I won’t stay long. I just… want to see you.”

You stared at the ceiling, pulse racing.

“…Okay.”

His smile was audible. “Be there in ten.”

You barely had time to sit up before there was a quiet knock on your door.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you padded across the room and opened it.

Brian stood there in the dim hallway light, jacket half-unzipped, hair slightly messy like he’d run his hands through it on the way over. His eyes found yours instantly, that familiar spark lighting up his face.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You stepped aside to let him in, suddenly aware of how small your room felt with him inside it.

He glanced around, amused. “Your room always feels… warm. Like you.”

“That’s not creepy at all,” you said, trying to sound unimpressed.

He laughed under his breath. “You say that, but you let me in anyway.”

You shut the door behind him. The click sounded louder than it should’ve.

For a second, neither of you moved.

The air between you felt charged, like something was about to happen if either of you took a step closer.

Brian did.

Slowly.

Carefully.

He stopped in front of you, close enough that you could smell his cologne, feel the warmth of him.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, even though your heart was going feral in your chest.

“Yeah. Just… surprised you actually came.”

“I always come when you ask,” he said. “Even when you pretend you didn’t.”

Your breath caught. “You’re such an asshole.”

His lips curved into that crooked smile you hated loving. “And you’re still here.”

He reached out, hesitating just slightly before brushing his knuckles against your hand. The touch was light, barely there but it sent a shiver up your arm anyway.

“You’re warm,” he murmured.

“So are you,” you replied, then immediately regretted how soft it came out.

Brian’s gaze dropped to your lips.

The room went quiet.

Too quiet.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

Your answer was a whisper. “Yes.”

He didn’t rush it.

Brian leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away. When you didn’t, his lips met yours in a soft, careful kiss.

The kiss deepened naturally, your hands finding his jacket, fingers curling into the fabric as he stepped closer. His hands settled at your waist, warm and grounding, pulling you gently against him.

You kissed him back harder this time, emotion bleeding into it. The kind of kiss that said I missed you and stay all at once.

Brian exhaled against your lips, a quiet sound of relief.

“God,” he muttered softly. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”

You laughed breathlessly.

“Me too..”

Your chest tightened.

He searched your face, something vulnerable flickering behind his eyes. Then he kissed you again more desperate than the first time.

Eventually, you pulled back just enough to breathe.

“You can stay a little,” you said. “If you want.”

His forehead rested against yours.

“I do. But only if you’re okay with it just being this.”

“This is… more than enough,” you admitted.

He smiled, softer than you’d ever seen it.

“Good,” he said. “Because right now, I just want to be here with you.”

The words settled between you like a promise.

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close he still was. How his hands hadn’t left your waist. How the room felt smaller, warmer, like the air itself was leaning in to listen.

“Then stay,” you said quietly.

Brian didn’t move away.

Instead, his thumb brushed over your hip in a slow, absent motion that made your breath hitch before you could stop it. His eyes flicked down to your mouth again, like it was a habit he couldn’t break.

“You do that on purpose,” he murmured.

“Do what?”

“Look at me like you’re daring me to mess up your night.”

You scoffed softly. “Maybe I am.”

That did it.

He leaned in again, this time without asking, but slower than before like he wanted you to feel every inch of the distance disappearing between you. His lips found yours in a deeper kiss, unhurried but heavy with meaning. The kind that lingered, that pulled something low and warm into your stomach.

You kissed him back instinctively, hands sliding up his chest to curl lightly into the collar of his jacket. The fabric crinkled under your fingers as you tugged him closer without even realizing you were doing it.

Brian let out a quiet breath against your lips, something between a laugh and a sigh.

“You’re trouble,” he whispered.

“So are you,” you shot back, breathless.

His hand slipped from your waist to your lower back, guiding you back until you felt the edge of your bed against the backs of your legs. He didn’t push you down. He just stayed there, close enough that you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing.

The kiss slowed, softened, then deepened again like he couldn’t decide whether to be careful with you or not.

You broke the kiss first, resting your forehead against his.

“Brian…”

“Yeah?” His voice was low, roughened in a way that made your pulse jump.

“This feels dangerous.”

His smile was small but honest. “Most things that feel this good are.”

For a second, you thought he might pull away. Instead, he pressed another kiss to your lips, slower this time, like he was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth. Then another just to the corner of your lips. Then one along your jaw, light and teasing, not quite enough.

You sucked in a quiet breath, fingers tightening in his jacket.

“Are you trying to kill me or something?”

He huffed a soft laugh against your skin. “Relax. I’m being good.”

“That’s debatable.”

His lips brushed your jaw again, lingering just long enough to make your thoughts spiral. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were darker, his smile more restrained.

“Say the word and I’ll stop,” he said gently.

The care in his voice surprised you. It made the moment feel safer, somehow. More real.

You didn’t say the word.

Instead, you leaned in and kissed him again, your hands sliding up into his hair this time, fingers threading through it. Brian made a quiet sound at the back of his throat, something pleased and dangerous all at once, as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

The tension between you built slowly, like a held breath neither of you wanted to release. It wasn’t rushed. It was charged. Every small movement his thumb brushing along your side, the way your fingers tightened when he pulled you closer.

When you finally pulled apart, you were both smiling a little, breathless in that soft, giddy way that came from wanting something and choosing not to cross the line just yet.

Brian rested his forehead against yours again.

“You’re really trying to make it hard for me to leave.”

You smiled back. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”

His expression softened, something tender breaking through the edge of his usual confidence.