#bri.request

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I👏🏻NEED👏🏻SOME👏🏻BRIAN👏🏻SMUT

A/N: You didn’t say what type of smut and I’ve been wanting to write some post-argument, bratty Bri smut soooo… Here you go lmao!

(Also I really like how this turned out so I’m adding it to my masterlist)

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The argument had been stupid and petty, and you both knew it. But still, an hour later, Brian continued to sulk, ignoring you completely. You were about to give up when you had an idea.

You approached where he sat on the couch. “If you look at me, I’ll blow you.” You said, just loud enough that Brian could hear you.

He shook his head, keeping his face turned away from you. “No.” He snapped, but then couldn’t help but look over at you, just a small sideways glance.

“I’m sorry, did you just acknowledge my presence?” You asked sarcastically, then moved to stand between his legs. He kept his eyes trained on the ground, so you dropped to your knees, letting your hands rest on his thighs.

He took a shaky breath, trying to continue ignoring you.

“Bri, baby, I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want us to be fighting.” You said. “I want us to be doing other things instead.”

You could see his resolve soften, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you up so you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. He ran his hand up the back of your neck and into your hair, tugging gently.

You rolled your hips against his crotch for some friction. He pulled your face down to his, your lips crashing together. 

“What do you want?” He asked. “Hmm, babygirl? What do you want?”

“You, Bri.” You whispered.

“And what do you want me to do?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Want you to touch me, eat me out, fuck me, anything Bri.”

He let go of your hair. “Get up.” He said quietly, then added, “Pants off.”

You stood and shimmied out of your jeans. His jaw clenched.

“Sit on the table.” He managed, gesturing towards the kitchen.

He pushed your legs apart gently, and mirrored your position from earlier, standing between them.

His fingers ghosted over the crotch of your underwear. His touch was so light you could barely feel it.

“Do something.” You whined.

Brian lowered himself so he was kneeling between your legs, and began pressing open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs, taking his time.

“You’re such a tease.” You complained, feeling him smirk against your skin. Finally his mouth found your clothed clit. He bit it gently through the fabric and you bucked your hips, inhaling sharply.

“You need to stay still if you want me to continue, doll.” He said, voice low.

You could only nod as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic of your panties and pulled them off you.

“Use your words.” He teased, thumb beginning to circle your clit.

“I’ll hold still.” You managed, your heart rate increasing as Brian’s movements became faster.

With that, his mouth was on you, licking your folds deeply. Your hands found his hair, getting tangled in the curls. You tugged slightly, and he pulled back.

“Babygirl, I’m going to need you to stop doing that,” he said.

“And if I don’t?” You ask with an innocent smile.

He didn’t answer, just pulled you to the edge of the table and leaned up to kiss you. “Bedroom.” He whispered, and the two of you fumbled to the bedroom door, hands never once leaving each other’s bodies.

He pushed you onto the bed roughly, smirking down at you.

“Just fuck me already.” You complained. “Or shall I do it myself?” You let your hands trail down your body and began to rub your clit.

“Fuck no.” He growled, grabbing hold of your wrist, halting your movements. “That’s my job.”

He moved your wrists above your head, holding them easily in one hand, while his other hand pushed his boxers down. He pumped his length a few times before teasing your entrance with the tip.

“Fuck-” You moaned as he pushed into you.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” He groaned, speeding up. He let go of your wrists, grabbing onto your waist instead. “Fuck babygirl.” He moaned.

You dug your nails into his back, surely leaving scratch marks, but he didn’t seem to care. You could tell his orgasm was creeping up on him by the way he’d started to buck his hips, going deeper and deeper.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m close.” He panted, moving a hand to circle your clit so you’d reach your climax together.

Your legs began to tremble, and he could tell you were nearly there. “That’s right baby,” He said. “Just like that. Come for me.”

You obliged, your walls clenching around him which spurred him on. A moment later, you felt his cock twitch as he finished inside you.

As he pulled out, you smirked up at him. “I forgive you.” You teased.

“I don’t think I apologized.” He said sarcastically, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

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THANKS SO MUCH for the incredible shout out on my Deaky breeding kink headcanon 😭 you’re so sweet!! If possible I would love #50 with Brian (and even better if it’s the reader’s first time to ever do that)!!!

omg 😭 You’re welcome sweetheart! Omg I love your work so much! That Deacy breeding kink HC literally killed me it was so hot omg! And thank you so much for sending in a request, I’m so glad you’re the first person I get to write a HC for; it’s very fitting, since your work is what inspired me to do this!

(Also, I up you from reader’s first time with face riding to reader and Brian’s first time with face riding)

(Here’s a link to the list of prompts!)

50: Face Riding (w/ Bri)

Bri would be a little nervous to suggest the idea, because neither of you had ever tried anything like it before

sex with Brian is natural, comfortable, and like second nature 

you’d have reached a point in your relationship where you didn’t even realize when your clothes were off, everything was just so fluid

and it’s nice

really nice

but Brian gets it in his head that he wants to make you feel good in a new, unexplored way

so you’d be making out one night, both of you already half-undressed, when he’d pause mid-kiss and pull away

“what’s wrong?” you’d ask

and his face would go bright red, and his voice would be so low and timid, and he’d say “want to try something new, love. want you to ride my face.”

and your core would clench, just at the idea

he’d watch your face carefully for your reaction, and you’d smile, a little shyly at him and nod

and even though you’d been together for awhile at this point, he’d be so relieved that you were okay with it

and then he’d waste no time flipping you over, so you were on top, your legs straddling his waist

and he’d hook his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, tugging it down

you’d kiss him a little longer, stalling because even though you trust him so much, you’re suddenly feeling a little nervous about the idea

and he can sense your nerves, and starts whispering reassurance against your lips as you kiss him

“you’re so beautiful for me love, i love the way you taste, ‘wanna make you feel so good”

and you slowly gain confidence, and Brian’s hands are big and firm against your skin as he pulls your hips up toward his face

he looks so excited, his pupils dilated as he rests his head against the pillows, watching you

“c’mere love” he whispers, and that’s all it takes for you to sink down onto his face, where his lips eagerly await you

you’d never guess that he didn’t have any experience with face riding, from the way his tongue sinks into you so easily

the sound of your sighs would spur him on, and he’d pull your hips down closer to his face so he could have better leverage

and he’d maintain a level of pressure on your hips, his long fingers pressing into your skin

and you’d get progressively louder as his tongue picked up pace, and you can feel him smirking beneath you, even letting out a soft chuckle which makes you moan from the vibrations

and you’d try to make sure you weren’t suffocating him, but he was making you feel so good

one of your hands falls from its grip on the headboard to tangle in his hair, and you start to rock your hips against his face

his nose rubs up against your clit in the process, and you very nearly come right then

and curses start falling from your mouth and Bri can tell that you’re close, but he doesn’t go easy on you - just speeds up his movements

he’s sucking at your clit, the mix of pressure and heat driving you wild

the sounds you’re making against him are absolutely lurid and it turns him on so much to know that he’s making you feel that good

and your legs start to shake

his hands tighten around your hips, helping keep you steady as you reach your high

and as you come down, his tongue slows down, teasing you a little

you’re absolutely exhausted

you don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your life

and you collapse in bed next to him, already plotting how to properly say thank you ;)

and he asks with an unusually cocky smile “was that good for you love?”

and you flash him an extremely satisfied grin

“you have no idea mr. may”

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can you write about mornings with brian may? just cheek kisses and playing with hair and it’s just really fluffy djfjdjdjd

I’M SO SOFT ABOUT THIS

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Brian shifted in bed next to you, rolling on his side so his sleeping form was facing yours. Sunlight was beginning to stream through the closed blinds. You’d only been awake a few minutes, but we’re unwilling to leave your peaceful sleepy boyfriend.

Without really meaning to, you reached out and brushed your hand through his curly locks. His eyelids fluttered open and he flashed you a tired smile.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

He reached out to run his thumb over your lips. Such a familiar gesture, yet it never failed to send warmth to your cheeks.

“Mmmm,” he hummed quietly. “So beautiful.”

Your hand moved from his hair to the side of his face. You regarded him fondly. “I was going to say the same about you.”

He laughed. “Good morning.” He said, lifting his head from the pillow to lean over and place delicate kisses against your cheek, then your temple, then your forehead. “What a woman to wake up to.” He spoke slowly, still in the process of waking up.

“Love you, Bri.” You said softly.

“I love you too, angel.” He replied.

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COULD YOU USE 90 AND 77 TO WRITE ABOUT BRIAN MAY AS WELL

OH MY GOD YES!

77: You got a cute butt.

90: Scoot over.

You took advantage of your day off work to join Brian at the recording studio, making good use of the small couch Freddie had insisted on leaving just outside the booth. You sat cross legged and pretended to read, though after awhile you abandoned the act completely, setting your book to the side in favor of ogling your boyfriend.

His long fingers moved fast across the neck of the guitar and you let your mind wander to the other uses of those fingers.

“Alright, let’s take 5.” Freddie said, and Brian strolled our of the booth.

“How do we sound darling?” he asked.

“Excellent as always love.”

“I do agree!” Freddie said triumphantly. “We sound delicious.”

Brian crossed the room to you and nudged your leg with his knee. “Scoot over.”

“Do I have to?” You asked, letting your eyes roam his body quite obviously. “I’m really enjoying my view. You got a cute butt Mr. May.”

“I’m always trying to say that to him darling!” Freddie exclaimed, making you laugh.

You caved, inching over so Brian could join you on the small couch. He sat close to you, brushing your hair away from your ear so he could whisper, “You’ve got a cute butt too.”

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Could you please write something super smutty about Brian inspired by the Resurrection song ? That guitar solo really makes me 💦 thnks xxx

oh there’s a mood! okay so this little blurb is pretty much all based on the line “I’m gonna ride, ride the night into the morning sun” because jesus christ that’s really hot. (also this was a little longer than I thought it would be oops)

you and brian have both been really busy with you respective jobs, and haven’t had much time to see each other. when you get home at night, you’re both too exhausted for sex, and have recently just been falling asleep, only to rush out the door the next morning. then one day, bri’s had enough. he misses his girl, the feel of your skin against his, the sounds you make when he’s got you moaning beneath him. so he takes matters into his own hands. He makes sure to leave band practice early, telling freddie he can’t stay any later than he has to. 

When he hears your keys in the lock, he rushes to open the front door. “Oh! Bri! I didn’t know you’d be home!” you say, startled.  He doesn’t say anything, just crashes his lips against yours, pulling you into the apartment and letting the door swing shut behind you.  He roughly pushes the coat off your shoulders, letting it hit the floor.  You let out a small laugh, surprised (and turned on) by his actions. He backs you up against a wall, one knee between your legs. “I’ve missed you so much lately baby,” he says. “need to feel you again.”  He kisses you again, his tongue against your teeth. You let out a whimper as he lifts a hand between your legs, snaking his fingers past your underwear, sliding easily into your wetness. You hadn’t realized how long it really had been since the two of you had touched eachother like this. You could feel him getting hard through his pants, his hips rolling forward into you, keeping pace with the movement of his fingers. “Baby, baby” you pant, lifting one of your legs to curl around him, pulling him closer. He takes his fingers out of you, watching as you hold his hand to your mouth, sucking your juices off his long fingers. “Shit babygirl” he says under his breath. “Are you ready for me?” he asks, pulling himself free of his boxers. You eye his length and nod, waiting for him to push into you, and he does, pushing you back against the wall, even harder. His thrusts are sloppy at first, desperate to feel you, but soon he develops a measured rhythym, your spine hitting the wall with every thrust.  You pull his shirt over his head so you can dig your fingers into the skin of his back. “Fuck bri, just like that, fuck” you say, voice high and full of ecstasy. He reaches down to run his thumb over your clit which sets you off even more, bringing you to climax in a matter of seconds.  He finishes soon after you, and gives you a kiss before saying “I made dinner. Let’s eat and then go for round two.. and three..”

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92 fits Bri so well 💕💖

I always reply to requests in order, but I very nearly broke that rule for this ask - I’ve been so excited to write this one. A few of the prompts on my list were meant for specific boys and this was 100% meant for Bri 💖💖 You’re the first person to ask for one of the prompts I added in hopes that someone would request a certain boy, so thank you!

92: Look! Fireflies!

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You and Brian had taken full advantage of being in the middle of nowhere at Ridge Farm, going stargazing almost every single night while the boys were recording their latest album. Away from the lights of the city, the stars were so clear.

It was the last night, and you were thinking about how much you were going to miss the crisp night air of the countryside and the sound of crickets when you went back to the city.

Naturally, you and Bri stayed out even longer than usual, sharing a blanket and body heat as you watched the night sky. Brian pointed out some of his favorite constellations, his face pressed close to yours so you could see where he was pointing.

It was almost one a.m. and you were wondering if it was dangerous to fall asleep on a roof. You were having a hard time keeping your eyes open. As much as you wanted to continue appreciating the skyline, you couldn’t help but bury your face in Brian’s shoulder, breathing in his familiar smell. 

He smiled fondly at you, kissing the top of your head. You stayed like that for a long time, nearly asleep, pressed against Brian’s shoulder.

You’d nearly drifted off when he shook you gently. “Look!” He whispered excitedly. “Y/N, look! Fireflies!” 

Your eyes fluttered open to find starlight buzzing all around you. 

Brian’s face was illuminated in a pale yellow light. “Beautiful,” you said, referring more to your boyfriend than the glowing bugs.

You watched his excited face, your heart full of fondness. He looked over at you, smile never leaving his lips. “They came to send us off.” He said, lifting your face gently to his to give you a gentle kiss. “They came to say goodbye.”

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Omg 9 + 32 with Bri pleaseee

Okay I’m doing them separately, so I’ll start with 9 & do 32 asap!  Thank you for the request angel! 💘

(Here’s a link to the list of prompts!)

9: Actually Getting Caught (w/ Bri)

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Bri had only been on tour for a month and a half, but it felt like so much longer than that

during a brief break in the schedule, the boys returned home to rest before heading onto the next part of the tour

you met them at the airport, and you and Brian were all over each other immediately

Freddie was the one to interrupt

“i’m having a party tonight darlings, and you simply must come”

you and Brian both tried to hide your disappointment

you’d really just wanted to spend the night pressed up against eachother, making up for all the lost time

but you relented, mostly because Brian whispered in your ear “if we hurry home, we can get one round in before the party”

and you did, the sex frantic and sloppy, each of you grabbing at the other as if it was the last time you’d ever have sex

you both came quickly, after so many weeks apart

and then you were in a cab, on the way to Freddie’s place, Brian’s thumb tracing lazy circles up the inside of your thigh.

you press your legs together ever so slightly as his hand wanders upwards, past the hem of your (quite short) skirt, partly to give yourself friction, and partly to warn Brian not to try anything in the backseat of a cab

once inside Freddie’s, Brian can’t think of anything except the feeling of your skin against his

and he just has to have you, he doesn’t care if it’s in the middle of the party

you’re deep in conversation with Deacy; he’s telling you a story about tour, when Brian comes up to you from behind, wrapping a gentle hand around your shoulder

and you can feel his semi pressed against your ass

you smirk to yourself, pressing ever so slightly into him, egging him on

he sighs ever so softly, but you listen to the rest of John’s story

and then, finally, you excuse yourself to the restroom, hand brushing against Bri’s crotch ever so slightly as you go

needless to say, he follows you upstairs and into an empty bathroom

and then he’s got you pressed up against a tile wall, one of your legs hooked around him, and his hands waste no time trailing down your body, slipping up your skirt to pull your panties to the side

“already soaked for me, hmm love?” he says breathlessly

and you just nod, letting him move quickly, knowing he’ll be slow and gentle with you later, once you’ve both gotten over the horniness

you help him undo his belt, watching with your lip between your teeth as he shimmies his pants down his legs

you let your own underwear fall to the floor and move to sit on the counter, your skirt pushed up around your waist like an afterthought

you spread your legs so Bri can stand between them

he rests one hand flat against the mirror behind you, using the other to position himself at your entrance

“ready?” he says, as if he even has to ask

you give a quick nod and he pushes into you, his head falling into your shoulder

his breath is warm against your skin

as he starts to pump in and out of you, he reaches down to rub your clit

he’s barely started to thrust when the door handle turns

you feel like it happens in slow motion, the door swings open, and Roger’s blond head stumbles into the bathroom. already he’s the drunkest person at the party

Brian freezes, mid thrust, his eyes wide

instinctively, you wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer against you like a shield

“oh shit!” Roger says with a laugh “get it boyyyy” he slurs, and stumbles back out of the bathroom

you and Brian look at each other for a moment, before you both burst out laughing 

needless to say, neither of you gets off at the party, but you’re some of the first people to leave

and when you get home,

fuck

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are u still taking requests? if so, what about when reader asks bri to tie her up and something goes off in him and he bangs her quite hard and she’s so happy or someth

I’m always taking requests darling! Please feel free!

Okay this ask is really hot and really fucks me up, like imagine one night you’re lounging on the sofa.  Bri is in your arms, both of you slightly buzzed, and he asks in a low voice if you have any fantasies he doesn’t know about. You let the liquid courage get the better of you and laugh, saying “I think it’d be really hot to be tied down and let  you have your way with me”.

Brian’s head whips around to look at you, his gaze snapping up to your face. “You’re serious?” He asks, watching you with sudden clarity, despite the wineglass on the table beside him.

Your face goes red and you stare at your lap. “I’m sorry, nevermind- I shouldn’t have said-”

“No no no,” he cuts you off. “I think it’s hot.”

You look at him to see a dangerous smile hinting at the corners of his mouth. “You do?”

He turns around to face you and pushes a stray piece of hair away from your face. “Mm-hmm” His hand drifts to your mouth, and he pushes two fingers past your lips, over your tongue, watching you intently as you suck on them. After a few second, he pulls them out of your mouth, trailing his hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your skirt, pushing it up slighly and rubbing you over the fabric of your panties.  You let out a shaky breath at the pressure, but before you can even moan, he pulls his hand away. “Get up” he says, voice low, and you follow him silently, as he leads the way to the bedroom.

He pulls a tie from the closet and walks over to where you’re standing by the bed. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He asks, his mouth close enough to your face that you can feel his lips brush your ear. You nod, your throat tight with anticipation. Brian shakes his head. “I’m gonna need a little more than that from you babygirl” he says.

“I’m gonna be so good for you, Bri” you say softly.

“That’s what I want to hear.” He says, and pulls you closer to him, kissing you before biting your lower lip roughly.  He pulls away to slide your shirt over your arms. “Get on the bed for me, okay love?” he says and you comply, climbing atop the covers.

He straddles you and takes both of your wrists in one long-fingered hand. “Arms up babygirl.” He says, and secures your wrists to the headboard tightly with the silk tie.  When he’s done, he smirks down at you, admiring his handiwork. “Look at you so helpless for me” he says, hands trailing down your chest to the top of your panties. His eyes have a darkness you’re not used to as he studies your body.

He pulls your legs apart and looks up at you. “This okay love?” He asks. You nod, heart racing from the position you find yourself in. And then he pulls your panties to the side, licking your folds ever so gently. You buck your hips up to meet him, but he pushes you down with a firm hand, hard enough to leave a bruise. “I don’t think so doll” he says in a warning tone, and returns to leaving light kisses between your legs, just enough to keep you on edge, until you’re moaning and desperate beneath him.

You pull at the restraints, letting out a whimper as he pushes his tongue ever so slightly into your pussy. “Please” you whimper. “Please Bri please”

He pulls away from you, smirking. “Please what, princess?”

“Please touch me, fuck me, anything. I need more.” you say.

“So greedy.” He teases, but indulges you by pushing a finger into you, curling it upwards. He moves it in and out at a painstakingly slow pace and you find yourself rolling your hips upwards again.

“Thought I told you not to do that doll.” he says, pulling his finger out of you. You whine at the loss of contact and watch as he slowly lifts the finger to his lips, licking it clean, and never breaking eye contact with you. 

You push your legs together for a little friction, any type of relief and pull on the restraints again, muttering under your breath “Fuck me”.

“What was that? What did you just say?” He teases, still not touching you.

“Fuck me” you repeat louder, adding on “Please.”

That’s all it takes for him to be on top of you again, sucking marks into your neck and pushing your panties all the way off.  He shimmies out of his jeans and pushes your legs apart again, aligning himself at your entrance. “Are you ready for me?” he asks and you’ve barely nodded when he grabs onto your shoulders for leverage and thrusts into you, hard and deep. You let out a scream and grip onto the restraints around your hands tightly as Bri thrusts in and out of you with more energy than ever before.  His chest is pressed up against yours, your faces touching as he pulls you closer to him so he can fuck you as hard as possible.

“Fuck! Just like that!” You moan which sets him off even more as he pulls in and out of you at an unbelievable pace.

As you near your highs together, his thrusts become more frantic, and he’s absolutely panting in your ear, cursing under his breath.

“Bri- Bri I’m gonna come” you warn him.

“Me too babygirl, come for me, come for me” he says between heavy breaths, and you let go, riding out your high as Brian continues to thrust deep inside you.  Feeling you clench around him sets him off even further and he cums deep inside you, still gripping your shoulders tightly.

You’re both panting messes as you finish, and he slides out of you, reaching up to untie your arms. Your wrists are red from tugging so hard at the restraints, and he kisses them softly. “That was amazing” he says, and you trail your thumb across his mouth.

“Thank you” you whisper, resting your head on his chest.

(Okay not all of my little request drabbles will be this long but this one really got to me holy shit wow that was much longer than I intended it to be, I’m gonna go take a cold shower now bye)

(Also after this I really only want to write Bri smut forever and ever)

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are you taking requests? if you are can you do something about sleepy horny bri?

oof yeah this really fucks me up, like imagine him half asleep next to you in bed one night, and his hand is resting innocently on your chest, more out of comfort than anything else, but then you move a little bit and your shirt falls a bit lower so his hand is resting on your skin, right at the top of your cleavage. “Mmm baby, you’re so pretty” he’d say, his voice quiet and a little raspy. His eyes would keep opening and closing slowly, his lips slightly parted. You’d smile at him, watching the hair around his face flutter as he breathed in and out steadily.  A moment later, his hand would inch further down your shirt and he’d tighten his grip on your skin ever so slightly. “Bri-” you’d whisper, leaning over to catch his lips in your own.  He’d cup your chin in his free hand, pulling you closer to his face and continuing to feel you up with the other.  “I love you so much” he’d say, pulling back slightly before kissing you again. You could feel yourself getting warmer and gently moved to straddle him. You ended up practically lying on top of him for a moment, before he’d flip you over onto your back, leaning over you, letting one hand travel down your body, between your legs. “Are you wet for me love?” He’d ask quietly, and you’d nod.  “Want you Bri,” you say. “Want you in me.” And he’d give you a slow sleepy smile before pushing his boxers off and slide into you gently, letting out the softest moan as he did.

(see below for a very good bri picture)

also if you want a little smutty drabble (or any queen drabble at all really) feel free to hit up my inbox loves!

(Like I imagine sleepy Bri having his mouth open like this picture)

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that was so nice,,, i just might have to request another x maybe one with a slightly submissive bri? you suck him off and tease him and he becomes a whimpering mess

:+) glad you liked the other blurb love! this prompt really got me going oh my gosh it might be my favorite bri thing i’ve written.

oof this is so hot like imagine the other boys are coming over for dinner but bri looks so good and you know you have to have your way with him before the night’s over, so while he’s checking on the food, you sit on the kitchen counter, letting your legs fall open just slightly so he can see up your skirt, but he pretends not to notice, just focuses on the food. “bri” you purr “come here”, and he rolls his eyes at you but walks over to where you’re still perched on the counter. you wrap your legs around his waist, rolling your hips against his belt, not lending him any friction, merely putting on a show. his hands find your waist, pulling your chest against his and you kiss him for a moment, only to pull away slowly, licking his top lip as you do. “do you need help with dinner?” you ask, feigning innocence as his eyes are still focused on your lips. “no, it’s almost ready.” he says, leaning forward to kiss you again, but you push his shoulder back and hop off the counter. “i forgot to set the table” you say, hand brushing ever so slightly across his semi as you scoot past him. “you’re such a tease,” he says under his breath. “you have no idea,” you reply, smirking.

you all but ignore brian when the boys begin to arrive, greeting them with hugs and cheerful conversation. bri is quiet and disappears to get the food from the kitchen, casting you a look as he goes. you grin back at him and he shakes his head. you’re sure to sit beside him at dinner, despite his attempt to sit between freddie and roger. 

“how are things going in the studio, fred?” you ask, scooting your chair closer to brian in what looked like a simple adjustment of your seat. you felt him stiffen beside you as freddie began to answer.  

“oh things are going phenomenally darling,” freddie said, grinning. “no one’s even locked themselves in a cupboard.”  

“hey!” roger protested, but he was smiling.

under the table, your hand crept into the waistband of bri’s pants. you watched his grip tighten on the spoon he was holding as you slowly ran your hand down his length, rubbing your thumb over the tip. he inhaled sharply, jaw twitching.  the other boys were still making jokes about the latest album, and you knew usually bri would have joined in, but he was busy staring at his plate, having already given up on trying to eat while you were jerking him off below the table. 

“bri, everything alright darling?” you asked, voice dripping with fake concern. everyone else looked over at his flushed face.

“yeah,” he grunted. “yeah, just bit my tongue.”

freddie made a sympathetic sound, and then went back to laughing with rog and john.  when they were all distracted, bri looked over at you, glaring. you batted your eyes at him and pulled your hand out of his pants. there was still a little precum on your thumb, and you sucked it off, maintaining eye contact with him all the while. you could just barely hear the whispered “fuck” under his breath.

you didn’t acknowledge him for the rest of dinner, striking up conversation with john instead.  when the boys had finally gone, brian shut the door behind freddie and turned to find you already waiting. “what was all that about?” he asks you, and you drop to your knees in front of him. 

“no more questions baby,” you say, pulling his hard on out of his pants and licking a stripe up the underside. his head fell back against the door and he let out a shaky breath. you smirked, continuing to lick up and down his length, pausing when he tangled a hand in your hair. “nuh-uh” you say, pushing his hand away. “you’re not in charge tonight love.”

he complies, putting his hands behind his back. you return to leaving slow, gentle kisses along his length as he grows harder. you can hear a soft whimper in the back of his throat as you fully take him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. he shudders, pushing his hips forward. you pull back, letting your lips make a popping sound as they disconnect from his cock. “what am i going to do with you, my needy boy?” you tease.

“please. please.” he says.

“please what baby?” you ask, standing so you can unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders. your nails trail up his chest. “what do you want?”

he whines as you dig into his skin. “want to come, want to feel you around me, please, let me come-”

your tongue invades his mouth, cutting his begging short. you pull him over to the couch, straddling him and hovering for a moment above his hard on.  “ready love?” you ask and he can only nod, watching with eager eyes as you pull your soaked panties off and lower yourself down onto him. you both moan at the feeling, relieved after so much anticipation.

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do an angsty Brian x Reader where they both like each other but neither of them want to admit it and then Bri finds out the reader has been self harming. I’ve been going through a really tough time lately and reading fics like that help calm me down. If you’re too uncomfortable writing about that I totally understand!

Hi love, I can definitely give it a shot, my apologies if it’s crap.  While I’m here though I do want to include a link to a list of Suicide Prevention Crisis Lines, and encourage you (and anyone else who is going through a rough time right now) to get the help you need. Talking to someone about what you’re going through might not fix everything, but could help you feel a little better.  I know it’s cliche, but things really do get better, and life is worth living, I promise.  Hold on darling.

Warnings: self harm + mentions of suicide

Drabble below the cut, just in case.

The walk between Brian’s apartment and yours only took about 5 minutes, a fact that made it easy to justify frequent visits.  Brian had just raised his hand to knock on your door when he heard a loud crash followed by a muffled “Shit!”  He smiled to himself and knocked, ready to tease you for being a hot mess.  But his smile transformed into a look of concern when you opened the door a few seconds later, your eyes red rimmed and teary.

“Bri-” You said, your voice breaking.  His arrival was unscheduled, but you were glad he was there.

“Woah, hey, what’s happened?” He asked, pulling you into a hug.

“The vase fell-” You began.  “I was trying to put the dishes away and I bumped into the table and the vase of flowers fell and completely shattered.”

“It’ll be okay, it’s just a vase.  Here, I’ll help you clean it up.” He said, following you into the apartment where shards of glass had exploded all over the floor.  There was a pool of water too, and the aftermath of what had once been a bouquet.  He began gathering the flowers from the mess, hands carefully avoiding the glass.  “Watch your feet” He said, pointing to a shard of glass you’d very nearly stepped on.

As you bent down to pick it up, the sleeve of your shirt rode up your arm slightly.  

“Are you hurt?”  You looked up to see Brian’s eyes trained on the inside of your wrist, where the skin was still healing from a recent relapse.  When you didn’t answer right away, he asked again, “Y/N, are you hurt?”

You looked away quickly, pulling the sleeve back down over your wrist.  Brian abandoned the flowers and crossed the room to you, gently grabbing onto your hand and lifting the sleeve back up, exposing your wrist again. His eyes traced over the cuts and you could only watch with a sick feeling in your stomach as he realized they weren’t from the recently shattered glass.  You dropped your gaze to the floor, embarrassed.

To your surprise, he did not let go of your hand, and when he spoke, his voice was strangled with emotion. “Did you do this to yourself?” He asked.

You could only nod, and you could hear him make a sad, strangled noise before he said “Y/N, how long? How long have you been doing this? Why?”  His voice was choked up and you couldn’t look at him, so instead you stared at the floor.

His hands were warm as they cupped the sides of your face, lifting your head so your eyes met his.  He was crying and you felt your chest tighten with guilt. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

He shook his head. “No. No apologies.  I’m sorry I didn’t know you were hurting like this, I wish I could have been there to help you somehow, wish I would’ve realized sooner..”  He pulled you into another hug, fingers running through your hair.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, beginning to cry. And then you told him everything; how you’d been feeling so low lately, how you hadn’t self harmed in awhile but suddenly you’d started again even though it made you feel worse. You told him about everything that was hurting you, and he just kept holding you, listening to every word.

When you finished, he was quiet for a few moments.  Then he said, “You don’t have to work through all of this alone anymore, okay?  I’m here for you, whenever you need me.” He pulled away from the hug so he could look you in the eyes when he said “I love you.”

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Hi! I absolutely love your writing!! For the prompts, could I get a fluffy/smutty one with 4, 36, 82 with Bri. For some reason I thought they’d be cute together! 💘 Thank you!!

Thank u so much angel! I love this prompt combo!

(Here is a link to the prompt list, if anyone else is interested in requesting something!)

4: Is that my shirt?

36: You know that your book is upside-down, right?

82: Bite me.

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Brian was sitting on the counter, watching you make breakfast. You were dancing absentmindedly to the radio, and when you twirled around to grab a plate from the cabinet behind him, you caught him staring. 

“Is that my shirt?” He asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You nodded at him playfully. It was long on you, hitting mid-thigh, and you hadn’t found it necessary to wear pants with it. You liked sleeping in Brian’s shirts. He liked the way they looked on you even better than how they looked on his own tall frame.

You danced over to the stove, bending down to check on the food in the oven. The shirt rode up in the back, undoubtedly giving Brian a clear view of your panties.

Judging by the sound he made in the back of his throat, you were correct.

You straightened, turning to face him again. He’d quickly picked up a book, his face flushed.

It was endearing, really, how Brian always acted like he’d never seen you naked, no matter how many times he fucked you senseless.

You smirked at him. “You know your book’s upside-down, right?” You teased, and he looked at you, clearly embarrassed.

You crossed the kitchen again, moving to stand between his legs. “It’s okay if you were staring baby.” You purred. “I like putting on a little show for you now and again.”

“Darling, that was no little show,” He joked, and you poked him in the ribs.

“Oh, bite me, Bri.” You huffed in mock-anger.

“Oh darling, I plan to do exactly that.” He said lowly, pulling your face up to his, trailing kisses along your jawline, down your throat, across your neck.

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could i please request a bri smut blurb??? one thats just. soft and loving (but still hot lmao x)

i’m so happy i’m getting so much bri love today omg! (also i love soft!bri so much you don’t even know)

okay so he’d come home from tour and pull you into a tight hug at the airport, his hands running through your hair and kissing you over and over again, smiling against your lips, whispering “baby, i love you, i missed you so much.” and then in the taxi on the way home his hand would be on your knee, his shoulder pressed up against yours, trying to get as close as possible to you, both of you feeling electric to be back together after so much time apart. you practically run into the apartment, where he unbuttons your shirt, running his fingers along your bare skin gently, causing you to erupt in goosebumps. your hands are wrapped around the back of his neck as he starts kissing you deeper, and you can tell how much you both need this. “bri, i missed you. i love you so much.” you say, breathing him in.  his eyes are bright and full of affection as he cups your cheek in his hand. “love you too sweetheart. so much.” he replies, and then your hands are roaming each other’s bodies again, re-learning all the curves and lines. at some point, the two of you make it to the bedroom, landing feverishly atop the sheets. he pushes your legs apart with his own, leaning over you. “you ready baby?” he asks, and you nod as he slides into you slowly, stretching you open around him.  his eyes flutter closed and he presses his forehead against yours. “you feel so good love.” he says, starting the thrust in and out of you as he presses kisses against your hairline.

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Brian x Reader where the reader is in an abusive relationship and she starts showing up to recordings with bruises and cut lips etc. and Brian finally goes over to her flat and finds out what’s been going on and saves her? And maybe it can end with some Brian smut cause like, Brian May is 💦💦💦💦💦

A/N: Okay so I’ve been thinking for a long time about this ask bc I don’t know if it might trigger some people, but at the same time maybe it would help as a way to cope? I wrote a self harming reader one shot with Bri awhile back (as someone who has been suicidal in the past I can definitely say that type of fic has helped me in the past) So I decided to write this, but the whole thing is below the cut just in case. Please don’t read it if you think it’ll trigger you or be unhealthy for you to read, I really only mean this as something that might help people. If I’m wrong to write this, please let me know and I’ll just take it down. 

Here’s a link to a list of worldwide domestic abuse hotlines. Please reach out and get the help you need, and know that I’m here for anyone who might need a friend to talk to. ~Hanna

Warnings: Physical + Mental abuse, a little bit of smut at the end (? I guess)

“Alright, Y/N?” Brian asked, snapping you out of your trance. 

“Hm? Oh, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought I guess.” You said, forcing a smile. You’d been working as a PR assistant for Queen for 6 months, and loved your job more than anything, even though you knew it made your boyfriend mad that you spent so much of your time around the four guys in the band. Getting to sit in on recordings was just a perk of the job.  

“What did you think of the new song, darling?” Freddie asked you, and you were glad for the distraction. Brian’s attention turned to Fred.

“It was so beautiful, Freddie.” You praised.

“Don’t you think I sound like shit?” He asked flatly.

You shook your head. “No, but maybe you should re-record so you like how you sound.”

Behind him, Roger groaned. “Way to go, Y/N! We’ll be in the studio all day at this rate.”

That didn’t sound too bad to you, but you’d never tell the band why.  

“Alright, let’s go again.” Deacy said, trying to move things forward.

Brian was looking through a stack of papers. “Hang on, I’ve got a new idea for the guitar solo,” He said, frowning. “I know I wrote down the chords somewhere..” A second later, the papers toppled to the floor, going flying across the room. “Fuck!” Brian said, voice raised.

Your stomach clenched at the sudden volume and anger in his tone, but you quickly bent down to help him pick up the loose papers. The sleeve of your sweater rode up, revealing a handprint bruise across your forearm. This didn’t go unnoticed by Brian, who began to reach out toward you. “Jesus, Y/N, how’d that happen?” He asked quietly. 

You pulled your arm out of reach before he could even touch you and stood up abruptly, pulling your sleeve back down before he could get a better look. “It’s nothing,” You lied. “Got a little too close to the train door the other day, you know.”

He frowned at you, opening his mouth to say something else, but just then Freddie had called his name, and he retreated back into the studio.  You let out a shaky breath.

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A week later, Freddie was the one to confront you when you showed up with a split lip. “Darling, what’s happened?” He asked, studying your face.

You waved him off. “I was trying to pull clothes out of the wash and my hand slipped and I smacked myself. It’s nothing Fred, really.”

You didn’t notice Brian watching the whole exchange from across the room. He didn’t say anything to you all day, which was unusual for your friend, but you were too preoccupied with other worries to let it bother you.

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The next day, you called in sick. Brian was the one to answer the phone in the recording studio. “Hey, I’m really sorry, but I can’t be there today,” You said, voice wavering. “I’m- I’m sick.”

“Y/N,” He called into the phone before you could hang up. “Y/N, wait. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Bri. I’m just sick.” You said quietly.

“Can I bring you anything?” He asked. “Soup, something to drink…” He trailed off.

“No.” You said quickly. “No, there’s really no need. I’m sure I’ll be back to normal in a few days, don’t worry about it, okay?”

“Okay,” He said uncertainly.

“Bri I gotta go, okay? Just- tell the boys I’m sorry I can’t be there, alright? Please?”

“Alright.” He echoed.

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“I’m worried about Y/N.” Brian said. He’d pulled Freddie off to the side, and they spoke in low voices.

“I know.” Freddie nodded. “I am too.”

“She sounded so… Frantic when I offered to bring something over, it wasn’t like her.”

Freddie was quiet for a minute, then said, “I know it goes against what she said to do, but do you think.. Maybe we should go check on her?”

Brian nodded. “I’ll go. Maybe it should just be me, I don’t want to overwhelm her, you know?”

Freddie nodded. “Okay.”

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The flat was quiet after your boyfriend went to work, leaving you to cradle your face against an ice pack, hoping to minimize the black eye that was already forming. You didn’t know how long you’d be able to avoid the boy’s questions, especially with an injury so visible.

You’d just sat down when the buzzer by the front door went off, indicating someone was trying to get into your building. You sucked in a breath, walking over to use the intercom by the door. “Yes?” you asked.

A second later, Brian’s voice piped into your empty flat. “Y/N, it’s me. Look, I know you told me not to come, but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I’m worried about you.”

Your heart twisted. “Brian, please go away, I don’t want to get you sick!.” you said over the intercom.

“YN. Y/N, please.” 

Your heart was starting to race. You didn’t answer, and he didn’t say anything else, so you turned the intercom off.

A few minutes later, there was a persistent knock at the door. Your stomach tightened. “Y/N!” Brian shouted through the door. “Someone let me in the building, all you have to do is open the door! Please?”

Your hands were shaking as you unlocked the door, letting it swing open. Your gaze dropped to the floor, trying to conceal the bruise below your eye.

“YN, your face,” Brian said, his voice full of emotion. You couldn’t move as he put his hand below your chin, lifting your face up until you looked at him. “Did he do this to you?”  You couldn’t help the tear that fell down your cheek. Brian wiped it away. “Y/N? Did he?” Brian asked again when you didn’t answer.

You gave a shaky nod, more tears welling up in your eyes.

“And your arm the other week? And the lip, right?”

You nodded again, unable to say anything. “Bastard. I’ll kill him.” He said under his breath, but when he noticed that you’d started to cry even more, his focus turned back to you.  “Come here.” He said, pulling you into a gentle hug, letting you cry into his chest. “Come here, I’ve got you.” His hands were reassuring against your back.  After a few moments passed, he asked “Where are your clothes?”

“What?” You sniffed, not understanding.

“Where are your clothes?” He repeated patiently. “We’re gonna get you out of here, okay? You can stay with me as long as you need.”

You showed him to the bedroom and he guided you to sit on the bed as he haphazardly threw your clothes into a suitcase.

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You’d been to Brian’s flat many times before, but this time was different.  He’d tucked you into his bed, telling you he’d be sleeping on the couch if you needed anything.

“Bri?” You said quietly as he turned to leave the room.

“Mmm-hmm?” He answered.

You bit your lip, hesitating. “Don’t leave just yet, okay?” You lifted the covers, gesturing that you wanted him to be in bed next to you.

“You sure?” He asked softly.

You nodded, and he climbed into bed, lying on his side so you were face to face. You hadn’t really meant to, but found yourself inching closer to him, until your lips connected. For a moment, you thought you’d made a mistake, but then Brian’s hand reached up to cup your chin, pulling your face closer to his, his mouth moving against yours.

A second later he pulled back, watching you carefully. “Y/N, are you sure this is a good idea? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve wanted to do that for ages, but I don’t want to take things too fast.”

You smiled at him, reaching over to run your thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m sure.” You said, and he leaned back in to kiss you again, his hands moving to trail up your sides. You winced as he unknowingly passed a hand over a bruise on your ribs.

He pulled away, looking nervous. “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

You nodded. “Just more bruises.” You whispered, suddenly embarrassed.

“Can I see?” He asked carefully.

You nodded, sitting up so he could pull your shirt over your head. “Oh, love.” He said, voice full of aching for you.  There were bruises all over your chest, down across your ribs. He could see the start of a handprint shaped bruise on your hip, mostly covered by your pajama pants.

Brian trailed his hand softly over every bruise on your skin, careful not to hurt you.

You didn’t say anything, just watched his gentle fingers. It had been so long since someone had touched you so gently.

He pressed a kiss against a particularly nasty deep purple mark, whispering against your skin, “You’re safe now. You’re safe with me.”

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Hi! Imma be a taker a second time. And I chose 2 cus I could choose one when both sound so good. 59 with Brian and 60 with Gwilym please! For 59 could the reader have (if you’re ok writing it) an abusive ex they left but dude wants her back and is being all cute to draw her in(even if reader won’t in the end) please?

Hi love! Thank you for your request! I’m going to write prompt 60 after this, and I’ll tag you and link here it as soon as it’s posted.

Link to the prompt list

TW: Mentions of abuse. (Below the cut, just in case.)

59: I won’t let you get hurt.

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“Who are the flowers from?” You best friend Brian asked.

“Will.” You said carefully.

Immediately, his eyebrows flew up. “Will?” He repeated the name, just to be sure.

You nodded, weary of Brian’s reaction. He was the only person who knew the truth about your ex.

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It was raining the night you left Will for good, and by the time you reached Brian’s flat, your clothes were soaked all the way through.

“Y/N!” He’d said, voice filled with worry as he took in the sight of you. His eyes fell to the rapidly forming bruise across your cheekbone.  When he reached out for you, you’d flinched away from his touch.

“I’m dripping all over your floor, I’m so sorry, I just- I didn’t know where else to go, I’m so sorry.” You’d sputtered, but Brian had merely shaken his head.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, let’s get you in some dry clothes, yeah? Then you can tell me everything. But only if you want to, only when you’re ready. Okay?”

He’d lifted your bag off your shoulder, then guided you to the bathroom, helping you out of your jacket. He looked away when he saw how tightly your tshirt clung to your frame, trying to allow you a little modesty. “You can borrow some of my pajamas.” He said gently, leaving you to finish undressing.”

After you’d showered and changed into his loose-fitting pajamas, you joined Brian on the couch. He held you gently in his lap, making sure you didn’t feel trapped. After a few minutes of his hand rubbing slow circles against your back, you let everything come spilling out: how the abuse had started, how it had gotten worse. You told him about the first time he hit you, and the fight you’d gotten in that night. Brian just sat quietly and listened to you, quietly promising he’d keep you safe from then on.

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“You’re not seriously thinking about going back, are you?” Brian asked, snapping you out of your daze.

You hesitated, then shrugged.

“Have you seen him recently?” Brian asked. 

You’d never been able to hide anything from Bri. Quietly, you managed, “We’re supposed to get coffee next week.”

“Jesus, Y/N, you’ve been talking to him again?”

“Just once. On the phone.”

Brian shook his head. “No. Nuh-uh.”

“Maybe he’s changed. Maybe things will be different. Better.”

Brian put a warm hand on your shoulder, looking at you intently. “Y/N, you’re not going. I saw what he did to you that night, I won’t- I can’t let that happen again.”

You were surprised to see his eyes wet with emotion. “Why?” You asked, voice barely a whisper.

“Because- Because the last time this happened, I promised myself I wouldn’t let you get hurt again.”

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Hello! I’d like to request a Brian x Reader smut😁 where the reader catches Bri masturbating and then it turns really really NSFW.

A/N: Okay so I wrote half of this and then tumblr deleted everything so I had to start over. Sorry for being so late with this, but I hope you like it. (Also I never know how/where to end smut, so with this one I tried a new thing of ending before the climax? But idk if that’s as satisfying.. Sorry).

(Warnings: Smut, obviously)

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When you got to work that morning, you noticed you’d forgotten your wallet at the flat you shared with Brian. You had run back quickly during your lunch break, thinking Brian would be with his bandmates.

You were distracted when you walked in, mind going through your to do list, trying to make sure you didn’t make another careless mistake, like leaving your wallet. 

You hadn’t expected to see Brian’s keys tossed haphazardly by the door. You smiled to yourself, thinking you’d surprise him. You kicked off your shoes and quietly crept into the apartment.

The door to the bedroom hun halfway open. As you approached it, you hear slight panting noises coming from within. As you looked through the doorway, you felt your face flush.

Brian was standing with his back turned, and though you couldn’t exactly see, you were sure he was working his hard length as his hips bucked forward to meet his eager hand. His breaths were ragged, and you could hear strands of expletives falling from his mouth.

“Fuck.” You said under your breath, just loud enough that he heard you. He jumped, his eyes wide as he spun to look at you.

“Baby- Shit, I didn’t know you were- Shit, I’m so sorry-” He said, stumbling over his words, his face going red.

“What are you apologizing for, hmm?” You purred, slowly stepping into the room.

His eyes raked over your body. “It’s just a lil’ embarrassing.” He said shyly.

You’d crossed the room to him by then, and trailed a finger up the exposed part of his chest. “Don’t be shy with me, Mr. May.” You teased, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “You can’t be shy after the way you had me screaming your name last night.”

You could hear his breath catch in his throat as you said it, his hand moving to rest on your hip.

You could feel your stomach clench with desire. “I don’t have long for my lunch break.” You said quietly, your hand moving to his still hard member. “Are you ready for me Bri?”

You could feel him twitch beneath your grasp. “Mmm-hmm.” He choked out.

“Good,” You said with a smirk, dropping to your knees and licking a thin stripe up his cock. His head immediately fell back, and his hand moved forward to rest in your hair, gently guiding you as you began to slowly suck him off.

“Fuck, angel, that feels so good.” He moaned between breaths.

You hummed, knowing the vibrations would quickly make him come undone.

You were right.

“Baby- Baby-” He panted. “You’d better stop if you don’t want me to finish right now.”

You pulled your head back, letting him slide out of your mouth with a slight pop.

As soon as he’d helped you to your feet, his mouth was on your neck, surely leaving behind a trail of purple bruises.  Meanwhile, his fingers pressed against your lips, and you opened your mouth, sucking slightly.

 He didn’t waste any time pushing your pants down with his other hand, then trailing his now-wet fingers across your underwear. “You’re plenty wet on your own, aren’t you?” He murmured against the skin of your neck.

“Brian-” You began, getting cut off as he pushed a finger inside you, another finger circling your clit. “Oh, shit.” You moaned. “Fuck, Bri-”

His movements became faster, encouraged by your moans. 

“Bri- Bri- Want you inside me when I come. Bri-” You panted, and he complied, sliding his fingers from your folds and slowly licking them clean. 

“You taste so good for me, baby.” He whispered.

And with that you were both on the bed, pulling desperately at each other.