#then we finished @ 3:20 and then i RAN home and my siblings were stuck outside 4 40 mins bc neither o them had their keys..

[userblaney]

that was AWFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[disasterdeacy]

Forbidden Fruit: Part One

A/N: This is going to be the first of a two part series! Hopefully I will have Part Two out in the next week or so, because I’m travelling to Australia this coming Thursday so I have a lot of prep, but hopefully I’ll have some time to write up part two in the next few days or while en route! Just let me know what y’all think of this one, and remember to reblog and comment! Pairing: 1998!Brian May x Reader Word Count: 7.5k Summary: Y/N is Jimmy May’s best friend in the entire world. So when she’s unable to return home for the 4th of July, he does what any good friend would and offers to have her come stay with him at his Dad’s place for the weekend, the whole thing culminating in a BBQ that would rival any her family ever threw. Little does Brian, or Y/N, know, this weekend will be memorable for more reasons than the burgers and sparklers.  Warnings: Infidelity, Age Gap, 18+, Y’all This is Just Disgusting I’m Sorry

To say that Y/N was having a bad day, would be like saying that there were a few people living in London. An understatement of the highest degree. The 20 year old Archaeology student was lying face down on the floor of the living,to of the flat that she shared with her best friend Jimmy, an Enya CD playing at full blast from the boom box near the fireplace. That’s how Jimmy May found her when he returned home from his final lecture of the semester.

The sight made him chuckle as he sat his book bag down, before walking over to Y/N and lying down beside her on his back, hands crossed over his chest. The two young students had been best friends since their very first day of university 2 years prior, when Y/N, an Archaeology and Medieval History major from America in need of friends, was assigned to sit beside Jimmy May, an undecided major from London who was also in desperate need of friends.

Y/N had stuck out her hand for him to shake, a bright smile on her face, her brows furrowing in confusion when he’d just stared at her hand. “Oh shit, y’all do shake hands right?”

Jimmy had just laughed loudly and nodded, taking her hand in his and shaking firmly, seemingly solidifying their friendship. While most people assumed they were together romantically, the sheer thought of that made bile rise in the the two young adults throats. They did love one another, but their relationship was nothing more than that of siblings, and that’s exactly how they wanted it to stay.

 Y/N groaned when she felt Jimmy lie down beside her, knowing that he was waiting for her to explain why she was having a slight mental breakdown in the middle of the living room.

“Can’t go back to the States for the Summer, which means I’m not going to be able to be with my family on the 4th..”

 She had received a call from her parents earlier that day saying that they’d not been able to get her a plane ticket for her trip home, which meant that she was stuck in York for the remainder of the summer.

Y/N didn’t exactly mind this, she loved York, loved being in the UK, but she also had never not been home for her family’s annual 4th of July BBQ, aka her favorite part of the year.

Her aunt and uncle had a huge pool, so the entire family would pile into their house and spend the whole day gorging on watermelon and burgers, veggie for her, and getting sun poisoning while her grandmother made homemade ice cream. The fireworks were her favorite part though, and Y/N and her younger cousin would always sit in the pool in their doughnut floats and watch as their dad’s and uncles attempted to light the fuses without managing to blow off a limb. It was her absolute favorite thing in the entire world and now she wasn’t going to get to experience it, all because of a mix up with the airline.

 Jimmy knew how important Y/N's annual trip to see her family was, the promise of seeing her family was the only thing that helped her get past the final semester of classes, now that had been taken from her, and it broke Jimmy's heart. Sitting up, he reaches over, rolling his best friend onto her back, frowning when he sees the forlorn look on your face.

"Shit love, are you alright?"

Y/N just sighs, a sad smile on her face.  She was completely heartbroken and beyond upset, but she knew it wasn't anybody's fault, you can't control when an airline cancels your ticket the day before you're supposed to leave.

"Its alright dude, shit happens, shit sucks, but it happens."

She had always been more of a glass half full kind of person, and this situation could be so much worse, so Y/N wasn't about to complain. She was still going to see them in December, and hey, at least she still had family to go see.

The two were quiet for a while, Y/N on her back staring at the ceiling, Jimmy sitting straight up, chin in his hands, a look of concentration on his face.

Y/N knew that look all to well, and she didn't like it at all. It meant Jimmy was thinking, and when Jimmy was thinking, and things happened. Sitting up alongside her best friend, Y/N raises her eyebrows, suspicious look in her eyes.

"You're thinking really loud Jim, what's up?"

He laughs, jumping off of the floor and running to the kitchen before she can question him further.

If Y/N had known what Jimmy was doing in the kitchen in that moment, she probably would've tackled the phone away from him and forbade him from ever using it again...

 Windlesham, Surrey

3 July 1998

 Jimmy had neglected to tell Y/N just how insanely large his dad’s house was. Sure, she’d figured it was going to be relatively large, it was the house of a rockstar, she didn’t expect it to look like it belonged to a CPA from Chester.

However, this was on another level of insanity.  It was an absolutely gorgeous Tudor revival style home with at least 10 bedrooms rooms, situated on a few acres of land, a pool smack dab in the middle of the spacious back yard. This was honesty her dream home.

Jimmy laughed at his best friend’s slack jawed appearance beside him, taking her bag from her as they ascended the stairs.

“Trying to catch some flies love?”

Y/N only reached over and smacked him on the shoulder the same way she did her brother anytime he decided to be a brat.

“I doubt there’s ever been a single fly in this house before James.”

She rarely used his whole name, saving it for moments like this when he was seriously grinding the last root of her final nerve, and she barely had a nerve left for him to grind... all of them were currently being used to try and keep her from throwing up the lunch her and Jimmy had eaten in Cambridge.

Why was she so nervous again? Oh right, because she was stood outside Brian May's house, where she would be staying for the next week, because her best friend, who also happens to be his son, decided that the best course of action to cure her small sadness was to ask his father to host them and throw a BBQ to rival Y/N's family's.

Brian had enthusiastically agreed to his son's idea, having never met the young woman who he couldn't seem to shut up about.  For a long while, the older man had assumed that the two youngsters were together, but after asking Louisa about it after she'd met Y/N at Chrissy's and received a loud laugh in return, he was positive that they were only the closest of friends, with a relationship more akin to the one Jimmy had with Louisa and Emily.

Sadly, he wasn't home at the exact moment the two arrived, which caused  Y/N to sigh in relief.  She didn't even know who Jimmy's dad was until the two had been friends for almost 6 months, only finding out when she met his sister Louisa when she came to visit and began to talk about an Uncle Roger and Uncle John. To be honest Y/N had felt like a bit of an idiot for not making the connection, knowing that his dad was a musician and his name was May, but Jimmy had just laughed loudly as the realization hit. He still teased her to no end about it, and had been taking her as they entered the house, cackling as she slapped his arm when he asked if she was going to pass out when she met him.

"Oh fuck you Jimmy, it's not funny!"

Y/N had been embarrassed enough when she found out that her best friend was Brian May's son, mainly because of the times she'd completely fangirled over Queen, Brian in particular, in front of Jimmy, and now he was just eating up the fact that she was about to meet him. He'd even placed a bet with Louisa on how long she could last without losing consciousness.

"Don't know love, it's pretty fucking funny to me. My sweet innocent little best friend wants to fu-"

Thankfully a green human shaped blur tackled Y/N to the ground, surprising Jimmy enough to stop him talking before he could finish his sentence.

Laughing loudly as she hit the ground, Y/N wrapped her arms around what she assumed was Louisa, only to find out that it was the youngest May, who was laughing just has hard, her arms firmly around the older woman's waist.

"Em! God, You're getting strong, and, a-are you wet?

Y/N laughed even harder when she saw that the 11 year old was wrapped in a lime green beach towel, water dripping from her dark curls onto Y/N's previously pristine white sun dress.  Emily just laughed and nodded against her friend's chest.

" Yeah! Lou and I were swimming when we heard the car pull up, and I missed you so I just jumped out and ran in. "

She was talking 1,000,000 miles a minute, which wasn't exactly weird for an 11 year old girl, but it still caused Y/N to laugh.

"Did you trail in half the pool while you were at it?"

Y/N nodded towards the puddles of water standing on the tiles of the kitchen floor, giggling when the young girl scurried off of her lap, cursing quietly as she unwrapped her towel from around her to clean up the mess, allowing Jimmy to pull his best friend from the floor.

"Why don't you let your brother do that so you can show me the pool?"

Wiggling her eyebrows at Emily, Y/N extended her hand to her, smiling widely when the 11 year old accepted it happily, throwing her towel at Jimmy before she pulled Y/N out the patio door and towards the pool.

Like the rest of the house that she'd seen, the pool was amazingly ornate. Pure white stone lined the path to it, and surrounded the edge of the crystal blue waters where Louisa was lounging on a pink float. The diving board and slide were just begging to be used, but seeing as how she was in a dress, Y/N resisted the urge to utilize either one of them.

Despite being absolutely pressing petrified to meet Brian, Y/N was overjoyed to see the girls again. She hasn't seen the two youngest May kids since November the year before when their mom had invited Y/N to her home for a little Thanksgiving dinner since she hadn't had one in 2 years. Chrissy was an actual Angel and Y/N had never felt so welcome before, that week had been one that she would always remember fondly, and she just hoped that this one would also go down in her memory bank.

Laughing loudly as Emily jumped into the pool right beside Louisa, absolutely saturating her with water, Y/N sat down on the edge of the pool watching as the older girl dunked her little sister under the water, screaming bloody murder the whole time. The noise from the two girls was so loud that Y/N didn't hear the tell tell noise of a car pulling up, nor the sound of a door opening, nor the sound of feet running up to her.

One minute she had been yelling at Emily to "fight like a girl!" and the next she was underwater, eyes burning with the sting of the chlorinated water.

Popping up out of the water gasping in shock, Y/N started treading water, glaring at the side of the pool where Jimmy was stood laughing like a goddamn hyena, well it looked vaguely like Jimmy, she couldn't exactly tell with her eyes squinted like they were.

"JAMES MAY YOU ABSOLUTE CUNT!"

She yelled out, voice full of amusement despite the angry words. Louisa and Emily were also laughing, holding onto the pink float for dear life as they watched Y/N flail around, brushing her hair from her eyes as she yelled at their brother.

The two girls started to swim over to her, trying to assist their friend, when they noticed the tall figure of their dad walking towards the pool, an amused look on his face.

Brian had just returned home from the shops when he'd heard the ear piercing scream coming from the pool, and he immediately slipped into dad mode, dropping the bags in the kitchen before taking off towards the pool, fearing the worst.

Only when he stepped onto the back patio and heard a very distinct American accent did he smile and breathe a little. He had been looking forward to the arrival of his son and the American girl who had some how managed to teach Jimmy how to properly fold is socks and boil an egg, but when he'd woke that morning to find the fridge completely empty and his daughter's "dying of starvation", Brian groaned and headed out to the shops, determined to be back in time to meet Y/N when she and Jimmy arrived. However, Anita had insisted on coming with him, and that had turned what would've been a 20 minute excursion into a 2 hour social call.

Now, he was slowly approaching the pool, arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows raised in amusement as the curses that were being thrown at his son reached his ears. Well, the girl certainly had a mouth on her.

" I swear to god Jimmy, when I get out of this goddamn pool, your skinny little ass is MINE! "

Y/N was expecting an equally abusive retort from Jimmy who was stood in front of her from what she could see past her hair, not a loud laugh from her left.

Jerking her head over to the source of the noise, Y/N managed to swallow a sizeable amount of water, coughing loudly before swimming over to the side of the pool closest to her, which just so happened to be the side from where the laugh had come from.

Clutching onto the side of the pool, she began to attempt to lift herself out, not realizing that she had to actually have upper body strength to be able to do any sort of physical activity.

Brian couldn't exactly get a good look at the girl swimming towards him until she was struggling at the side, her pitiful attempts to lift herself out making him laugh louder. Jimmy was doubled over beside the lounge chairs on the other side of the diving board, Louisa and Emily holding onto the pink float laughing equally as hard. Deciding to be a decent human being, Brian bends down, still laughing, and grabbed her hands.

"Right then love, up ya get."

He immediately regretted his actions upon seeing her...state of dress. Brian’s eyes widened when he took in the soaking wet young girl’s appearance, she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Her hair was dripping wet, flat against her face, but he could still tell that it was thick and beautiful. Her eyes had yet to meet his as she attempted to steady herself on the pavement, a small laugh falling from her mouth as she glared over at Jimmy.

Shit, even her laugh was beautiful.

Brian's eyes then drifted naturally down, cock responding fast to the images that his hazel eyes were sending to his brain. This young woman, this 20 year old girl, his son’s best friend, was wearing what had at some point before her trip into the water, probably been a very pretty white sundress. Now, however, the fabric was clinging to her skin, exposing every single curve, lump, and bump on her body... and more over, exposed the dark green fabric of her bra and light blue fabric of her panties.. for some reason, the fact that she wasn’t wearing matching underwear made him smile, showed that she was still a young woman, someone who wasn’t concerned with matching her panties to her bra.. he liked it a lot. Shaking his head a little in self disgust, Brian gently dropped Y/N’s hands, not wanting to seem creepy.

 The action jerked Y/N from glaring at Jimmy, her eyes looking up at the person who’d helped her out of the pool for the first time since she’d been “rescued”. She didn’t know what she was expecting when she looked up, I mean, who else could’ve been the one to pull her out of the pool but Brian?

However, the moment her eyes met Brian’s, Y/N swears her entire body sets alight.

Ever since she was a young girl, around 10, she’d had the biggest crush imaginable on the curly haired guitarist. Her mom was a massive Queen fan and had facilitated her daughter’s love of the band, and Brian, and had bought her absolutely any poster, album, T-shirt, anything she wanted.. god, if her mom could see her now. Eyes wide, Y/N took in the appearance of the man in front of her.

Shit, he was hot.

Sure he was almost 51 years old, 31 years her senior, but she would’ve never known just from his looks, he was as beautiful a man as she’d ever seen, and the hormones coursing through her body as his eyes stared into her’s were enough to kill a goddamn horse. His hair was still as dark as ever, famous curls bouncy and framing his face perfectly. And god, his FACE... He had aged like a fine burgundy, and much like her favorite red, his gaze was leaving her feeling warm and slightly dizzy.

There were a few well placed smile lines around his eyes, which were on full display as he smiled down at the young woman, eyebrow cocked at her wide eyed expression, a look which caused a red hot blush to erupt onto her face and all down her chest.. Fuck, she might as well have been naked standing in front of him with as much as her dress was covering.

His eyes were dark, predatory almost, as he looked down at her expectedly. The young woman simply cleared her throat, smiling shyly up at the older man, sticking her hand out to him.

"This certainly wasn't what I was imagining our first introduction to be Mr. May, but thank you for rescuing me."

Brian waved away Y/N's hand, instead electing to wrap his arms around her, pulling her into a hug, his hands trying to disobey his mind and move further down her body.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let a beautiful young woman like you drown! The men of Britain would never forgive me."

Y/N laughed, a shaky little thing it was, but honestly nobody in their right mind could blame her for the instability in her voice, not when a black tank top clad Brian May's hands were dangerously close to her ass,and with her dress being soaking wet like it was, she could almost feel the callouses on his fingertips against her skin.

"Um, thank you Mr. May... but, I don't think the men of Britain would dare do anything to harm you. You're a national treasure."

It was Brian's turn to blush, something he hasn't done in a few decades,but for some reason the attention from this gorgeous young woman was making him feel things he hadn't felt in a long, long, time. Chuckling, Brian reluctantly pulls away from the hug, remembering that his children were watching the two of them, and that Anita was only a couple hundred yards away inside the house.

"Now that is some high praise coming from you Y/N. I can see why Jimmy had kept you hidden from all of us heathens..."

Turning towards his son, Brian's hand brushes down Y/N's  shoulders, coming to rest at the small of her back, fingers splaying out as wide as they could. He was desperate for as much contact with her as possible, and if absolutely disgusted him to no end.

Jimmy took great offense to his dad's comment, claiming that he wasn't hiding Y/N away from the May family, simply "protecting them" from her insanity. Had it not been for Brian's hand seemingly burning into her skin, she probably would've retorted with something equally as witty and biting, but in that moment, the poor woman couldn't even remember what color the sky above her was, much less think of something sarcastic to say to her best friend.

Luckily, she didn't have to think of anything, as the patio door opened a few seconds late and Anita walked out carrying a large coal colored towel, a smile on her face.

It made Y/N sick to her stomach.

Not because she didn't like Anita, no she rather liked her to be quite honest, but the thoughts running through her head about the woman's partner were obscene. Never once in her 20 years on Earth had she ever thought that she would be in this situation...not that she was in any situation at all, yet. But if Brian didn't remove his hands from her back soon,Y/N was going to abandon all of her morality and fuck her best friend's dad, partner or not.

Thankfully, Brian noticed Anita and quickly, albeit reluctantly, removed his hands from Y/N's back, electing to shove them into his pockets to avoid raising any suspicion from the red haired woman walking towards the pool.

"I've brought you a towel love! Seems like Jimmy would have at least had a little foresight to collect one for you before he decided to send you for a swim."

Anita was smiling from ear to ear, swiftly wrapping the plush fabric around Y/N's shivering shoulders, bringing her in to place a small kiss to her cheek in greeting.

"You poor dear! You're absolutely quivering!"

Oh she didn't even know the half of it...

"Bri, love, take the poor girl to her room and let her get warmed up, that fabric might look amazing when dry, but when wet, it's absolutely useless."

The older woman then turned her back to the two and headed back to the house after giving Jimmy a rather stern look, which he simply rolled his eyes at.

Wrapping the towel around her shoulders tightly as she could, Y/N chuckled a little, she wasn't cold at all, in fact she was absurdly warm. The shuddering of her shoulders, shaking of her hands, had been caused by a wetness, just not the one Anita had thought.

Brian's mind had gone straight for the gutter as soon as his girlfriend had suggested he take Y/N to her room, imagining her creamy legs thrown over his shoulders, cunt pulsing against his tongue. Fuck, he needed to stop, his jeans were tight enough as it was without the added strain of a swollen cock.

Clearing his throat, Brian slaps a smile onto his face, turning to Y/N, extending his arm for her to take.

"You heard the missus love, let's get you out of those wet clothes. "

He wasn't sure if he had genuinely meant for his words to sound so suggestive, but when he looks over at Y/N 's face and sees the scarlet blush covering her skin, Brian can't help but send the young woman a wink, unaware that he had just managed to decreased her life expectancy by a good 7.4 months.

Trying to act completely unaffected by Brian's actions, Y/N happily accepts his arm allowing him to lead her up the trail from the pool towards the house. The back of the house was just as gorgeous as the front, the Tudor style architecture even more grand than the bits in the front. Looking up just a little, Y/N gives Brian a gentle, somewhat shy, smile.

"I absolutely adore your house Mr. May, the style is one of my favorites."

Gaining just a bit more confidence, Y/N allows herself to scoot closer to Brian, until her hip is right against his as they ascend the stairs. The action seems innocent enough, but Brian knows differently, he's seen this move countless times over the years, and seeing this beautiful young woman, who he absolutely should not be thinking of in the way that he was, use it? While excited that she might not mind him being so close and intimate, he's still felt a bit disgusted and ashamed of himself for thinking the things he was..

Still, her innocent little compliment about the house made him smile down at her, canines grazing his bottom lip as he does so.

"Thank you dear. It's not too shabby, four walls and a place to lay my head down at night."

The two share a little laugh as they enter the house, Y/N reluctantly removing herself from his side so he could open the door for her.

"I'd say it's a bit more than four walls Mr. May, it's absolutely stunning, and I can only hope to live somewhere like this one day."

She's not actively trying to butter him up, but when Y/N sees the slight blush on his face at her compliments, she can't help it.

Brian knows he's as red as a beet, he can't even hide it, but the young woman's compliments were just having an effect on him that he didn't foresee. He wanted her to keep giving him compliments, to keep paying him as much attention as humanly possible.

The older man shoots Y/N a wink, bending over to grab her suitcase from the kitchen floor where she's dropped it when Emily had come barreling into her. Y/N tries to protest, insisting that she's perfectly capable of carrying her own bag, which Brian simply smiles at.

"Oh I have no doubt about your abilities my dear, but my Mum didn't raise me to allow a young lady to carry her own luggage."

He gives her a gentle smile, walking back over to her and placing his hand on the small of her back, lightly pushing her in the direction of the stairs. The two are quiet during the walk to the stairs, Y/N too busy trying not to pass out to speak. Brian, however, is desperate to learn more about the young American.

"So love, Jimmy said you're an Archaeology student? How in the world did you pick that up living all the way across the pond? "

He's genuinely curious, Y/N can tell, and that makes her heart feel as if it's going to burst right out of her chest. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, she smiles brightly, a small laugh escaping from her throat.

"My mom is a history professor at the university back home, and when I was younger she took me to Scotland because she was supervising on a dig, and I just fell in love with it. Medieval archaeology is a lot less explored than classical, so that gives me a whole world of possibilities. There's just so much history  that we've yet to unearth, and god, there's just so many stories that haven't been told yet. There's something about being the first person to hold an object in hundreds of years that just makes me tingle. "

Y/N was so focused on her little spiel about archaeology that she didn't notice Brian's intense gaze, because if she had, she probably would've melted into the floor.

If Brian had thought that he was infatuated with this young woman before, hearing her speak so passionately and intensely about Archaeology, seeing the sparkle in her she when she mentioned telling the stories of the forgotten, he was thoroughly invested now. She wasn't just a pretty face and an incredible body, no, she was intelligent, articulate, a scholar, just like him, and it only made him want her more.

She looked up at Brian when she finished speaking, heart pounding when she noticed the look he's giving her. Laughing bashfully, Y/N runs a hand through her hair, wincing just a little in embarassment.

"God, I sound like such a nerd don't I?"

Y/N had always been insanely self conscious about her intelligence, and had been greatly admonished for flaunting it when she was younger, and did God's sake she was talking to Brian May, one of the most intelligent men alive.

Brian only laughed lightly, reaching over to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm a nerd too love, so you're in good company."

Letting his hand fall down to her shoulder, Brian clears his throat, a little taken aback by his own actions. Y/N just smiled at his touch, heart still beating wildly.

"You're just being sweet Mr. May..."

She trails off, hands clutching the corners of the towel around her shoulders, her fingers dangerously close to his.

Brian's breath hitches in his throat, eyes never leaving hers. He knows that he could stay like this all day, staring into her eyes. They were gorgeous, just like everything else about her, so innocent and full of curiosity, he wanted nothing more than to see them wide underneath him as he fucked deep and fast inside of her, making them clench shut in pleasure as he brought her to her peak...

"Um, why don't I show you your room yeah? That way we can get you out of those wet clothes."

He's desperately trying to suppress the feelings that he was experiencing, wanting to just put Y/N in her room so that he could just breathe. Moving his hand back down her back, Brian smiles down at Y/N, pushing her gently up the stairs ahead of him.

Y/N let out a small laugh, nodding her head before heading up the stairs, swaying her hips a bit more than she usually would've, but who could blame her? She had her childhood crush, a goddamn rock legend, behind her, leading her up the stairs of his home. Plus, the wet fabric of her dress was tight against her ass, so she knew that Brian was getting a show.

Brian had to bite his bottom lip to keep from letting the moan that threatened to escape out, his eyes trained to Y/N's  ass as his hand gripped the handle of her suitcase so hard his knuckles turned white. Fucking hell, her ass looked like it was made for him, fat and jiggling with every step. Her hips were swaying just enough to tease him, making his cock swell in his skinny jeans, fuck he should've worn something less constricting.

Thankfully it doesn't take too long to reach the top of the stairs, and Y/N halts her movements, waiting for Brian to reach her and guide her to her room. Originally, Brian had thought to have her stay in the room beside Louisa's, but now that he's met her, now that he was fully lusting over her... He wanted her closer. Smiling down at her, Brian takes the lead, walking one door down from him and Anita's room, pushing the door open with his hip.

"Here we are love, home sweet home."

Y/N laughed lightly at Brian's words, taking in the room. The bed was large, way larger than her own bed back in York, light colored wooden drawers lined the wall, and a beside table of the same material was on the right side of the bed. It was obviously a guest room, but it was still extremely nice, and Y/N felt perfectly at home.

"Its beautiful Mr. May, thank you so much for letting me stay here, you have no idea how much it means to me."

She was being as sincere as humanly possible, even without the obvious interest that Brian had taken in her that made her heart and cunt throb, the fact that Brian had been so welcoming and open with her made Y/N feel extremely happy and less homesick.

Brian let's out a happy sigh at her words, placing her suitcase on the bed before sitting down on the bed and patting the spot beside him, beckoning her to join him. Y/N happily accepts and has to stop herself from practically running to him, gently sitting down beside him, hands in her lap. Her obvious interest in him made Brian feel young again, made his hands sweaty and his brain foggy.

It also made him feel far bolder than he usually would have.

Reaching over, Brian takes Y/N's hand in his, turning it over so her palm was facing the ceiling, before tracing his fingers over the soft skin, eyes trained on his movements.

"You don't have to thank me love, you're Jimmy's best friend, he loves you as much as he loves Lou and Em, so I as far as I'm concerned, you're family.."

His voice is soft and assured, just like his movements against Y/N's skin.

"Although, I have to admit, if I'd known how stunning you were, I would've asked Jimmy to bring you around sooner..."

He knows that he's being inappropriate, that she might not take his advances in the way he was hoping, but he had to try, wanted to try...

Y/N is in shock at his actions and words, not a bad shock, just, pure and genuine shock. His calloused fingertips feel like heaven on her palm, movements gentle and deliberate.

"I-I.. stunning? Mr. May, I'm n-,"

She isn't even able to finish her statement before Brian's lips are on her neck, featgerlight movements causing the young woman to let out a qtuiet whimper.

"Brian... Call me Brian, Y/N."

His hands move to her thigh, thumb rubbing circles onto the delicate skin as he moves back, standing up off of the bed, smirking at the noise of surprise that escapes Y/N's mouth.

"B-Brian..."

Her voice is weak, eyes wide in desperation, begging for him to continue. He'd given her a taste of him, a fraction of what was to come, and as much as she liked what she got, she hated being teased.

Brian smirks, leaning forward, hands on either side of her thighs, eyes dark and full of mischief. As much as he wanted to just go ahead and fuck her into next week, he knew he couldn't, at least not here... Not now.

Placing a kiss to her cheek, closer to her lips than her cheek, Brian stands straight up, walking towards the door, speaking loudly, as if to throw the scent off of what the compromising position they'd just been in.

"Dinner will be ready soon love, I'll send Jimmy to get you when it's finished. Mine and Anita's room is right next to you, so if you need anything tonight, don't hesitate to ask."

His voice lowers, more intimately.

"Absolutely anything..."

Sending Y/N a wink, he taps the door frame and walks from the room, still smirking widely. Y/N is breathless on the bed, completely dumbfounded by what had just happened.

She somehow manages to change out of her dress and brush her hair, slipping on a new bra and underwear under a yellow sundress. Her eyes are still wide, breathing shaky when Jimmy comes.to get her for dinner, not even noticing how shook his best friend was.

Dinner went by without a hitch, Brian was relatively silent, stealing small glances at Y/N while she laughed and joked with his kids, throwing her head back in laughter every time Jimmy would bring up something regarding some party in Nottingham. He didn't hear a damn thing regarding the party, focused solely on the creamy skin of her neck, remembering how soft it was under his lips, imagining how it would feel to sink his teeth into it...

He was so focused on his fantasies that he didn't notice the four run off upstairs as soon as they'd placed their dishes in the sink, only becoming aware of their absence when Emily came bounding back down the stairs, running out the patio door dressed in her swimsuit, followed by her brother and sister, and finally Y/N.

His head pops up when he hears her asking Anita if she needed any help with the dishes, his mouth going dry when he takes in her appearance.

She'd changed out of her sundress, and into a black one piece that accentuated every single curve of her body.

Anita had adamantly refused to allow the young woman to help any, stating that Brian was washing the dishes tonight, and that guests didn't do household chores, which made Y/N chuckle before she nodded her head and headed out of the patio door, turning around to steal a final glance at Brian, smirking as she noticed the deep blush on his chest.

He had always liked having the window over the sink overlooking the pool, in the past it had given him the ability to keep an eye on the kids, which gave him a sense of security. However, it was now only giving him a fucking hard on as he watched Y/N play in the pool.

Brian knew this was wrong, knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way, that he shouldn’t be looking at his son’s 20 year old best friend in the way he was... But seeing her straddling the diving board of the pool, her fat ass barely being contained by the black one piece she was wearing, her thick thighs jiggling every time she laughed and threw her head back.. the way her breasts.. god, her large, perfect, delicious breasts seemed to spill out of the top of the nylon fabric..

 It was a wonder he hadn’t cum in his pants yet, just watching her swim and play around with his daughters.. it was borderline perverse, he was SPYING on her.

 That’s not how it had started out, but the dishes had been washed and rinsed for going on 20 minutes, and the whole time he has just been stood at the window, slack jawed and leaking cum all over the silky fabric of his athletic shorts that he had changed into after their encounter in the guestroom. 

 The straw that ended up breaking the camels back for Brian, what caused him to break down and sprint to the bathroom to take care of himself before anything embarrassing happened, was Y/N standing up off of the diving board, bending over in a mock bow before jumping straight into the water, laughing loudly as she swam over to the ladder, stepping up out of the pool... water dripping down her body, her PERFECT body.. curvy waist, hips that Brian was desperate to bruise with his fingertips, tits that were begging for his mouth, thighs that he needed to smother him while he feasted on her cunt, an ass that deserved to be spanked raw.. all covered and dripping in water, teasing Brian, making him feel progressively more horny with every drop he could see fall between the valley of her breast, and as such, made him feel progressively more disgusted with himself..

 But he didn’t care, he wanted Y/N, needed her, but he couldn’t have her.. not right now at least... his hand would have to do for the time being, until he could get her properly.. and based on the teasing wink she sent his way through the window, it wouldn’t be too long now.You

Outside, Y/N had been putting on a show for Brian, trying her best to make herself appear as appealing as possible on the diving board. When she pulled herself out of the pool, her eyes immediately went to the window, a wide smile pulling at her features when she sees Brian move from her view after she sends him a wink.

Her mom had raised her to be bold, to go after what she wanted, and that's exactly what she did.

Turning her head towards the four people at the pool, Anita had joined them a few minutes after Y/N had walked outside, the young woman quickly mentions running inside to go to the bathroom. Jimmy made a comment about just going behind the bushes, to which Louisa had thrown a beach ball at his head for.

Y/N chuckled and ran towards the house, excitement and anticipation building in her stomach, the feeling bubbling over when she closed the patio door behind her. Heading up the stairs, she tip toes towards the closed restroom door, mouth dropping slightly as she heard the obscene and obvious noises of Brian jerking off inside. Smirking, an idea popped into her head,  so she ran off to her room, grabbing her discarded underwear before returning to her spot beside the door, eagerly waiting for

Inside the restroom Brian was lost in his pleasure, one hand wrapped firmly around his aching cock, shorts not even pulled down, his cock simply pulled out above the waistband. His other hand was clutching the counter top hard, eyes clenched tightly shut as he imagined that his hand was  Y/N's tight cunt clenching around him. He runs his thumb over the tip of his cock, letting out a small whimper at the immeasurable pleasure he was feeling. Yes, he was absolutely disgusted with himself, jacking off to the image of his son's 20 year old best friend coming apart underneath him, her head thrown back in ecstasy as his cock hammered in and out of her.. But he didn't fucking care. He and Anita hasn't been doing too well recently, and as such, he'd not had sex in quite a few months.  But, even without the issues with Anita, Brian was certain that he would still be in the same position; his cock throbbing in his hand as he threatened to spill his seed into the sink of his bathroom.

It didn't take him very long before his balls tightened painfully, and rope after rope of hot cum spurred from his cock, painting the grey marble of the sink white as snow. The noises that came from his mouth were absolutely pathetic, whiny and bitch like, and his knuckle was white against the counter as he bent over, milking his cock for all it was worth.  

He takes a moment to steady his breathing, to come down from his high, before he sits up, tucking his softening, still throbbing cock back into his shorts. Gazing in the mirror as he washes out the sink, Brian is almost embarrassed at what he sees. His face is flushed, chest and shoulders as well, eyes wet with the tears of pleasure that had escaped from them when he came. He looked thoroughly fucked.

Sighing, Brian finishes cleaning out the sink, wiping his hands off as he takes a deep breath, steadying his breathing before he unlocks the door and swings it open, letting out a small gasp of shock when he sees Y/N standing across the hall from the bathroom, dripping wet, smirk on her face as she takes her eyes up and down Brian's body.

Fucking hell, he looked so good, Y/N's mouth was practically watering at his flustered appearance. Giving herself a mental pep talk, she pushes herself off the wall, one hand behind her back as she approaches the older man.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Mr. May, I didn't mean to scare you..."

She was quicker than Brian had been expecting, her arms wrapping around his waist, lips crashing into his bruisingly.

He let out a strangled moan, his own hands coming to rest on her face, cradling her cheeks in them, pulling her even closer to him, wanting to feel every single inch of her against his body. He had barely gotten the chance to his her back before she pulled away, smirking up at him as she leaned up again, teeth grazing his earlobe as one of her hands lowers to his ass, squeezing his cheeks before brushing them forward, slipping a hand into one of his front pockets, her lips never leaving his skin.

Y/N wanted nothing more than to keep kissing him, to shove him into the bathroom and ride his cock with enough force to break the porcelain of the toilet...but, she wanted to draw this out, to tease him like he had teased her earlier in the day.

Pulling away from him she tucks her panties in his pocket, letting her hand brush over his cock as she removes it, leaving the panties behind.

Taking great pleasure in the look of sheer shock and amazement on Brian's face when he pulls the red fabric from his pocket, Y/N bites her lip, brushing her hand through his hair, her eyes trained on his shorts, before she jumps away from him, moving to walk back down the stairs when Louisa calls up to her asking if she's okay.

"Yeah Lou! I'll be down in just a sec!"

Y/N smirks at Brian one final time, descending the stairs as she speaks.

"You might want to wash your pants Mr. May... You've made a bit of a mess." His eyes are still wide, breathing even more erratic, and his cock, his fucking cock was hard again, almost like he hadn’t JUST washed a bucket load of his own cum down the bathroom sink. Bringing the red fabric to his nose, he breathes in deeply, groaning as he smells Y/N’s most intimate scent.  Turning on his heel, he reenters the bathroom, locking the door behind him before stepping into the shower, repeating his previous action which much more furious and desperate movements, her panties flush against his face. Yeah, he was properly fucked.  Tags: @meddows-taylors @toomuchlove-willkillyou @brianmayoucease @leah-halliwell92 @goodoldfashioned-rogerboy @rogertaylors-lipgloss @mariekuuuuuh @unofficialbillnye @stephydearestxo @danamaleksworld @dereones98 @glasgowkisschelseasmile @awkwardangelshezza @bellamy1998 @psychosupernatural @warren-lauren @womanwithahotdogstand @oujiacallme @simonedk @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla @sam-mercurry-sixx @horrorsinwonderland

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holland’s scrubs  |  chapter one

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Med school. Four years of university, four more years of med school and two years of experience. It’s enough to drive a normal person mad, but for these 5 students, that was only motivation. They were pushed, pulled and hauled through test after test, initiation after initiation, and final after final, successfully graduating. Now, all that was left, was their two years of experience.

-

The footsteps were heard throughout the house, frantically moving from one room to another. Clothes thrown through doors, coffee spilled on the tile floor, bodies slamming into one another. The house was in chaos, screaming, body slams, spilled coffee. They were stressed, and they couldn’t deny it.

The Apple Watch around his wrist lit up, announcing the time. Only 5 minutes until they were due at the hospital for their first day.

“Shit, hurry up!”

Frantic footsteps traveled across the second floor, as the door was held open. Seconds later, bodies were in view of the front door, as he waited. A foot stuck out, as the other body tripped, tumbling down the stairs, to the foot of the door. Looking up, he quickly got up to his feet, running outside to the car, shoes in hand and jacket over his elbow. The others following close behind, the front door locked and the car unlocked.

Without wasting anymore time, they quickly got into their designated seats and drove off, hospital in clear view.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, everything seemed to be going smoothly. Doctors were starting their shifts, scrubs over their clothes, nurses at their stations, cases coming in. Nothing was out of place, except for the interns.

“Where are the new interns?”

“Uh, they’re late..” the nurse quickly said, eyes looking at the door, hoping they walk in, hoping they make their appearance.

“I don’t need this today. Page me when they get here.”

The doctor left, as the nurse stood by, confusion written across her face.

At that exact moment, they walked in. Their hurried pace matched their frantic faces, looking around as they quickly headed to their “changing room”, clean scrubs waiting for them in each open locker. Quickly pushing each other, they threw their belongings inside their lockers, before grabbing their designated scrubs and slipping them on. The room quickly filled up, as the rest of the interns started arriving, each mirroring their movements and quickly slipping on similar scrubs. Shoulders were bumped into, bodies were pushed, everyone frantically trying to get ready for their first day.

The same nurse peeked into their room, as everyone kept moving around. Sighing, she waved her arms around, before yelling, “Let’s go!”

Everyone ran out, following the nurse to the main waiting area, where doctors were waiting for the interns. As soon as they stopped, all the doctors crossed their arms over their chests, sighing in disbelief.

“This wasn’t actually as bad for a first day. I’ve had.. worse interns.”

“Eh, they could’ve at least tried to get here early.”

“Leave them alone, it’s their first day.”

The nurse cleared her throat, as the doctors stopped talking, before smiling at the interns.

“Welcome to your very first day, interns.”

The interns sighed, making eye contact with each other, realizing what this meant exactly. They were here, at the best hospital in the world.

Their very first day.

-

“Let’s go, interns. Hurry up. We have patients to check on, we can’t just stand around waiting all day.”

They hurriedly walked behind the doctors, as the interns were divided into 4 different groups. The group of 20 was split into groups of odd numbers, as the Holland siblings were placed in the same group, alongside Haz and another intern. All of them quickly smoothed down their scrubs, as the doctor assigned to them grabbed the patient’s file in their hands. Without missing a beat, they walked together to a patient room, knocking before entering behind the doctor.

“Oh, Dr. Grace-Johnson, it’s so good to see you again.” the patient smiled, as their family member sat by the edge of their bed.

“Lovely to see you again, Miss Jules.” the doctor opened the patient file, before handing it to one of the interns. “Miss Jules here just came back for a post-op check-up. We did waist implants, did cheekbone reconstruction and liposuction on the lips.”

“When was this?” Sam asked, as the doctor turned to him.

“3 months ago.”

“I’m feeling okay, Dr. I’m a lot better.”

She walked over to her patient, “Sit up please.” the patient did as she was told,”I’m just going to check how your implants look.”

Lifting her robe, she touched her patients’ waist, pressing on the implants, making sure they were still intact. “They feel good, healing alright?”

“Better than I imagined.”

“Great. I think we don’t need you to come in again, you’re all set. The bruises around your cheekbones should go away in two weeks, if not, just come back and I’ll take a look at it.”

She dismissed her patient, before turning and leaving the room. Stopping at the nurses’ station, she turned to her interns.

“All of you are in charge of at least 5 patients today. Do what I just did, and you should be fine.”

Pushing various files into their arms, she disappeared, leaving the interns confused and busy.

-

Sam was in his patient’s room when the parents came in.

“Katie, honey we’re here.”

“They gave her a sedative for the C.T. scan, so she’s a little groggy.”

They turned to him with concerned looks on their faces. “Will she be alright?”

The father interrupted his wife, taking a couple steps towards Sam. “Our doctor at home said that she might need an operation. Is that true? What kind of operation?”

“She’s, um, well, you know what? I’m not the doctor. I am a doctor, but I’m not Katie’s doctor, so I’ll go get him for you.”

Sam walked out of his patients room, heading towards his “assigned” doctor.

“Um, excuse me?”

She turned, looking at Sam with an annoyed look on her face.

“Katie’s parents have some questions about their daughter, should I answer them?”

“No, don’t. I’ll alert the doctor on this case, thanks for letting me know.”

She started to walk away when Sam caught up to her, stopping her footsteps.

“Wait, you’re not the lead doctor?”

“No, it’s been changed. Don’t worry, you’re still going to be doing check-ups.”

Sam sighed, nodding before he turned and left, heading to his next patient he needed to see.

-

Tom headed to the cafeteria, joining his brothers and fellow interns with his food.

“Worst 7 hours of my life.” he grumbled, grabbing his sandwich and opening the wrapper. “I’m stuck doing labs all day.”

“Well, at least you don’t have to be with Miss Teen Pageant patient. She’s complaining about not seeing who wins her crown.” Sam said, turning to throw a carrot at his brother, who only slapped it down and laughed. “What about you, Harry?”

“Well, I’m stuck down in the E.R, helping out the nurses with what they need.”

“Haz?”

“I’m on some doctor’s service but they’re not here, so I’m monitoring scans with our lead nurse.” he quickly replied, finishing the last of his soda.

“This hospital is going to be the death of me.” Tom sighed, as they nodded.

Harrison quickly turned to the rest, as he slurped his drink. “Did you hear? We have new mentors tomorrow.”

“What?” Harry asked, his face sporting a confused expression.

“Yeah. Apparently, they fired our doctor.”

“Wow. What did she do?”

Harrison shrugged, as Sam crossed his arms over his chest.

“Do you know who the new mentors are?” Tom asked, as Harrison nodded.

“I know what they look like.”

Sam, Harry, Tom and Y/n, the other intern, sat up, looking at Harrison impatiently.

“Tell us!”

“Alright, alright. One of the doctors, she’s short, like shorter than Tom.” Sam started laughing, as Tom huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s supposedly the best of the best, she worked with one of the other mentors and the famous retired doctor.”

“Who? Jensen?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn. I hope I get on her service.”

“Yeah, right. Wait until you hear the other doctor. She’s the best surgeon in the history of best surgeons. She actually went to UCLA and studied three majors.”

“No fucking way.” Sam sighed, knowing full well that it was rare. “That’s insane.”

“Harrison, you’re forgetting the details. What do they look like?” Harry asked, as Harrison nodded, shushing him.

“I’m getting to it. They actually both have brown hair, and brown eyes. One is taller than the other, I guess that’s how you’ll tell them apart. Oh, also the second doctor has glasses and blonde streaks in her hair. They both have face piercings, but one pierced the other’s nose.”

“That’s badass.”

“Wait until you see her ride though.”

Tom sighed, leaning back in his chair before rubbing his face with the palm of his hands. “I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

Only 41 more hours to go.