BrandontheLover one shots

Jealous boyfriend

Word count: 1.098

Last updated: 7-5-2022

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I know I was supposed to upload way earlier but I was busy and also didn't really have any time or inspiration to write so, uhm. Apologies, but here is the new chapter, finally.

Also if you haven't already, please do check out my other stories about the other husbands <3

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'Who was that?' Brandon asks you after he walked up to you again. 'Who?' you ask confused. Your eyebrows furrowed together. 'They were checking you out,' Brandon says, he looks around the room, not making eye contact with you. 'I-' you try but he cuts you off. 'Dude in the black shirt? Probably thinks he looks really cool. What did he want?' he says, waiting for your answer he finally looks at you. 'He just came up to me. Asked if I wanted a drink,' you mumble. 'And?' he asks, 'And, what?' you look at him confused. 'What did you say? Did he want something?' he asks, pushing you for an answer. 'Asked if I wanted a drink. I said no' you answer him as you hold up a half full glass for him to see. 'Didn't tell him you had a boyfriend?' Brandon asks, an eyebrow raised. 'No,' you say, 'And why is that?' Brandon asks. 'Didn't come up,' is all you had to say. Brandon rolls his eyes. 'Come on, he was hitting on you and you don't tell him you have a boyfriend?' 'I said I didn't want his drink and he left, like, almost right after. So no, didn't tell him.' You take a sip from your drink so you wouldn't have to look at Brandon. 

'Maybe he left because he saw me coming,' you heard him say. 'Yeah, sure,' you say, and almost immediately regret it after. 'What? Am I not allowed to be jealous of some random guy hitting on my girl?' he says, voice slightly raised. 'He was just talking to me,' you say in a defensive tone. You know Brandon gets jealous or overprotective quite easily. And although it may seem like you don't like it right now, deep down you do. You think he looks really hot when he's annoyed and what happens after is usually also very enjoyable. 'He was pretty much eye fucking you! Did you not see him stare at you?' Brandon looks down at you, forcing you to make eye contact. You feel your cheeks heat up and you hope he won't be able to see you blush because the room is dimly lit. 'I don't know... I thought he just wanted to talk,' is your reply. 'It's a bar, sweetheart! Plus you look fucking hot in that outfit, so I can be almost sure he was not just talking to you,' ,he states and lets out a deep breath in a way to calm himself down. 'You like this outfit, that's why I put it on,' you say, looking down at your dress. It may be a little revealing, but you think it looks really good on you, and so does Brandon. Judging by the amount of times you had to stay home to help Brandon out with his 'problem'. 

'I like it when you wear it at home, for me only. Not when every dude here can look at you the way I do.' He pulls you in by your hips, so you're standing closer to him. 'You're mine. You got that?' Brandon growls. You can feel the warmth in your cheeks again. 'I know, I'm yours,' you tell Brandon, hoping to calm him down a little. He leans down to your ear and says 'I'm getting a refill, and you're coming with me so everyone can see you belong to me.' You simply nod your head and can't do much else but follow him since his hand is still on your waist. 'Do you want anything, babe?' he asks when he is at the bar, you shake your head no as an answer. He gets his drink a while later and you two walk back to the table. 

After you've sat down Brandon starts talking again and to your surprise he says 'I think I should give you more of those pretty marks on your neck. Maybe other places, so everyone can see you're taken.' And because of his demanding tone you start blushing again. You think he really does sound hot when he is all possessive over you, maybe even a little bit cute, but you can't tell him that. You can't think of anything to say to him so you just stare at him. 'What? Don't have anything smart to say now?' he smirks as he stares you down. You hum in reply and look down, fumbling with your hands. 'I can't wait to get home so I can fuck you on every piece of furniture we own and cover your pretty body in marks and bruises,' Brandon says before lifting his glass and taking another sip. He looks at you, waiting to see what you will do. If you will respond, or stay quiet again. 'Maybe you should hurry up with that drink then,' you say, still unable to look up at him, continuing to play with your hands. 'Hm, what was that, princess?' he grins. 'You heard me, hurry up.' You finally look up at him and make eye contact, doing your best to look confident. 

'Keep talking like that and I might actually fuck you right here, on this table.' You try your hardest not to look away from him. You can feel you cheeks heating up and you know Brandon can see it to, even with this little light in the bar. Brandon doesn't say anything about your red cheeks and chooses to finish his drink instead. He takes a big chug and nearly slams his glass down on the table. He stands up, putting his hand out for you to grab. 'Come on, we're leaving,' he states, not giving you a chance to say anything. When you don't put your hand in his he grabs it instead and makes you stand up from your chair. 'Already payed, follow me,' he says as he walks in front of you and drags you along by your hand. 

Before he lets you get in the car he pushes you up against the side and says 'Tell me you're mine.' You want to roll your eyes but you know it is going to get you in even more trouble so you decide to just answer him. 'I'm yours, you know that. I'm not gonna leave you, baby.' And with confidence found somewhere you didn't know you had you follow it up by saying 'Now get your ass in the car and get us home so you can fuck me.' Brandon smirks and slaps your ass before opening the door for you to your side of the car. 'Get in.'