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winchester-fantasies · 4 years

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Be Mine

Summary: Sam and Dean agree to help Garth out with a case. They’re both surprised when he introduces them to his younger sister, and Dean is instantly drawn to her.

Word Count: 3368

Warnings: smut, fluff, shy reader, virgin reader, crack (or at least attempted lol), age gap, some swearing, Dean’s POV

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size!Reader

A/N: This was written as a request for @prettysourabbie : Hey beautiful I know you’re not taking requests right this second but this bop of idea came to my mind and you’re writing is awesome! Can I request dean x plus size Garth younger sister reader where dean and Sam meet up with Garth on a case and that’s where dean meets her, she is super quirky and dorky and dean starts getting feelings but she a virgin? Smut, fluff , goofy ness haha sorry if this sounds super awkward turtle haha you’re a bop of a writer!! 💕❤️😊😆 Thanks for you request, pretty lady!! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this one, so thank you for being so patient!! I hope you like it! ❤❤

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“Hey, Garth,” Sam said, his deep voice breaking through the silence.

Dean glanced up from the book that was open in front of him, watching as his younger brother’s brow furrowed in concentration as he listened to the other hunter.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Sam said, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. “We’ll be there. See you soon.”

Dean sent his brother a questioning look as he hung up, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Garth has a case,” Sam said. “Vamp nest. Needs backup.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Dean said, closing the book. He was more than happy to get out. He and Sam had been cooped up in the bunker since they’d come back from their last hunt and Dean desperately needed some new scenery away from endless research.

“Get your stuff, and I’ll meet you in the Impala,” Dean said, scooting back from the table and grabbing Baby’s keys off the tabletop.

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A few hours later found the boys entering the small town of Fredericksburg, Texas. Dean drove down Main Street slowly, taking in the tiny shops and quaint storefronts. “Where did Garth say to meet him?” Dean asked, leaning forward slightly to gain a better view of his surroundings.

“Uh,” Sam said, taking out his phone and pulling up his texts. “A diner on the corner of Main Street.”

“Well, that’s freakin’ helpful,” Dean huffed out but soon slowed down as the diner came into view, neon sign advertising the best pancakes in all of Texas.

They alighted from the car, taking a quick look around before making their way to the entrance. A small bell tinkled as they entered, and a busty, red-haired woman greeted them both with a toothy grin.

“Sam! Dean!” Garth’s unmistakable voice called out from behind them.

Both of the boys turned to find Garth in a booth in the back of the diner. Sam raised his hand in a quick wave before they made their way over.

“Hey, guys,” Garth said, sliding out of the booth and giving each of them his famous hug. “How’s it been?”

“Uh, been good,” Sam said, slipping into the booth in front of Garth, Dean joining him. Garth was about to say something when footsteps drew near the table, causing all three men to look up.

It was a young woman, cheeks slightly flushed and eyes cast down shyly. “Sam, Dean,” Garth said, once more sliding out of the booth. “I’d like you to meet my sister, (Y/N),” he continued, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

“Your...your sister?” Sam asked incredulously. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Yep,” Garth said proudly, looking down at her affectionately. “Been my sister my entire life.”

“Hi,” she said, smiling at both Sam and Dean.

Dean couldn’t keep his eyes from traveling her entire length. She looked to be several years younger than Garth and the total opposite of the lanky man. But she was beautiful, with her thick thighs, hourglass figure, and supple breasts. She was the epitome of what Dean had always imagined a woman to be, and he couldn’t not let his eyes wander just a little.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Garth sliding back into the booth with (Y/N) following close behind. Before any of them could continue speaking the red-haired woman from the front sauntered up to their booth, whipping out a small notepad. “What can I get for y’all?” she asked.

They ordered before Sam and Dean turned their attention back to Garth. “So we’re dealing with a vamp nest?” Sam asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Garth said, eyes wide and mouth set in a thin line.

“Biggest one Garth’s ever seen,” (Y/N) added, face just as serious.

Garth nodded his agreement. “It’s just outside of town in an old barn,” he said. “Me and (Y/N) scoped it out a few days ago. There’s no way just the two of us could’ve handled the whole nest.”

“Well, I’m glad you called us,” Sam said. “More than happy to help.”

Dean nodded, smirking as (Y/N) met his gaze. Her cheeks immediately turned pink and she glanced to her lap. He’d never seen another woman blush as much as her, but goddamn if it wasn’t the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

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The day passed quickly with Sam and Dean helping Garth and his sister get ready for the hunt the next morning. Dean had made sure to sit by (Y/N) as much as he could and whenever he couldn’t he’d made a point to ask her questions about the case. Although she wasn’t as talkative as her older brother, Dean soon realized she was knowledgeable, being able to tell him information off the top of her head faster than most hunters twice her age and with more experience under their belts. She was nerdy by every definition of the word, but Dean couldn’t help but admire that about her. Not to mention it was sexy as hell.

By the time evening rolled around everyone was exhausted and ready for some much needed relaxation. Garth and his sister spent most of the night in the boys’ room, drinking and swapping hunting stories.

“That’s why you don’t get out of the salt circle, sweetheart,” Dean mocked good-naturedly when (Y/N) recounted her and her brother’s most recent and worst encounter with a vengeful spirit they’d ever experienced.

“Oh, shut up!” she yelled. Dean flinched when she raised her hand and swatted his shoulder, but they both burst into laughter a second later.

(Y/N) was still laughing when she got up from the floor where she and Dean were seated in front of the coffee table. “I think I need another drink,” she said. Her foot caught the edge of the table leg as she started around it and she fell face first to the floor with a heavy thud.

“Oh, my gosh! (Y/N), are you okay?” Garth exclaimed.

Dean moved quickly to her side, leaning over her when she finally turned, a worried expression in his green eyes. She cracked up once again, rolling onto her back. Dean followed suit once he realized she wasn’t hurt, both of them laughing so hard their bodies shook. Dean lost control and fell to the floor beside her, the back of his head resting on her outstretched arm.

(Y/N) covered her eyes with her other hand as tears rolled down her face. “Why is everything so funny?” she gasped between her laughter.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” Dean wheezed. “But maybe you’d better rethink that drink.”

“Yeah, maybe so,” she said as another fit of laughter assaulted them both.

She and Dean sat up as they finally caught their breaths. Sam and Garth sat on the couch staring at her and Dean as if they had both lost their minds.

“Fuck, I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time,” Dean said, wiping away a tear at the corner of his eye.

“Neither have I,” (Y/N) confessed. She gripped her stomach. “But I’m definitely gonna have a six pack by morning!”

Dean chuckled as he rose from the floor and helped her up. She yawned once they were both on their feet again. “I’m tired now,” she chuckled. “I think we’d better head to bed.”

“Yeah, us, too,” Dean said as Garth rose from the couch and came to stand beside his sister. Sam stood, too, and came to Dean’s side as everyone said their good nights, Dean staring out the door a few seconds longer than he probably should have, staring after her and her swaying hips.

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Dean was entranced as he watched her move with almost uncanny agility, her movements fluid and almost graceful. She swung her blade with solid accuracy, taking down two vamps in a matter of seconds. She had a mind for the research part of hunting, but she was just as good a hunter in the midst of battle.

She might have been shy, but she had a fire in her that burned brighter than any sun ever could, and Dean found himself being drawn to her even more. He couldn’t help but sneak glances at her in the back seat where her and Garth sat as they headed back to the motel after the hunt. She looked out the window, staring off into space, grimacing every once in a while, her hand holding a handkerchief against the wound on her arm from when one of the vamps had shoved her to the ground that had been littered with broken glass. But she was stoic and a total badass. Dean had to give her that.

Garth and (Y/N) went to their room to patch themselves up as Sam and Dean did the same. It wasn’t too long before Garth came to their room. “I’m gonna go get something to eat,” Garth said. “(Y/N)’s pretty weak after all that. You guys want anything?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Sam answered for the both of them. “I’ll go with you. See you in a bit,” he told Dean as he threw on his coat and grabbed his phone.

Dean sent his brother a small smile as he stepped outside with Garth, shutting the door behind them. Dean turned back to the laptop in front of him, following up on a few things regarding the nest and looking for any potential cases. Dean soon lost track of time and it wasn’t until he looked at his watch that he realized just how late it really was.

He glanced to the door thoughtfully before pushing back from the table and exiting the room. He turned down the sidewalk that led to Garth and (Y/N)’s room. Maybe he was being too worried, but he wanted to check in on her; make sure she had everything she needed.

He stopped at the door to their room, raising his hand but pausing for a moment before he knocked. It was a few minutes before he heard the deadbolt turn and the chain being removed from the door. It opened, revealing (Y/N) in a tank top and pajama shorts, hair piled on top of her head. “Oh,” she said in surprise. “Hi, Dean. I thought you were Garth.”

Dean chuckled before silence fell between them. Dean shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back on his heels as he contemplated just what to say. “I, uh, I wanted to make sure you were alright,” Dean finally said.

“Oh, thanks,” she said. “You, um, you wanna come in?” she asked, stepping aside to allow him entrance.

Dean smiled and stepped through the door. He watched her walk back to the bed by the wall, climbing in and sitting cross-legged. Books were spread out in front of her, each one presenting some monster, myth, or creature that most hunters knew very little about - well, except for Sam and Dean; they had encountered nearly every monster a hunter could.

Dean let out a low whistle as he walked over to join her, (Y/N) moving over enough so that he could sit beside her. “These all yours?” he asked, gesturing to the books.

“Yep,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know how nerdy it is,” she added with a chuckle. “I just...well, I guess I just love research.”

Dean smiled. “Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart,” he reassured. “In fact,” he continued, scooting a bit closer to her, their hips touching. “I think it’s incredibly hot.”

Dean saw her swallow, her eyes wide as she searched his face. “R...really?” she asked.

“Mhm,” Dean hummed, leaning towards her slowly. She still looked a bit shaken, but she didn’t move away which Dean took as a good sign. He paused when his face was just inches from hers, lips so close he could feel her breath on his mouth. She closed her eyes and he took that as his cue, closing the distance.

It took her only seconds to really respond, kissing him back firmly. Dean snuck an arm around her waist while he raised a hand to cup her cheek.

The kiss ended all too soon for his liking, but his breath hitched when he saw a smile on her face. “That...that was unexpected,” she said with a soft giggle. “But nice.”

“I’d like to do it again,” Dean admitted. “If you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” she said almost shyly, her hand reaching for the back of his neck and initiating the kiss this time. Dean leaned into her, hands falling to her waist as he gently lowered her to the bed, his knee slotted between her legs as he held himself over her.

He slid his tongue over her lower lip, and it didn’t take long for her to open up to him. She tasted like coffee and...was that cinnamon? Whatever it was, he couldn’t get enough.

She shifted slightly, her hip pressing into his growing cock, and he couldn’t help but break the kiss with a low groan, his eyes falling shut for a fraction of a second. “Sweetheart, I need you to tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he said breathlessly. “Because if we continue I don’t know that I’ll be able to help myself.”

Dean opened his eyes to find her staring up at him, blush on her cheeks and her eyes swimming with remorse. “Wh...what’s wrong?” Dean asked hesitantly. “I’m...I’m not making you uncomfortable am I?”

“No!” she hurried to reassure when Dean moved to roll away from her. “No, it’s not that….”

“Then what?” Dean asked gently, brushing a stray strand of hair off her brow.

“It’s just...well, I’m a virgin,” she said quietly, her cheeks turning even redder and her eyes casting down.

“Oh…” Dean said, realization dawning on him. He could’ve kicked himself for asking something of her that he just assumed she had experience in. “I’m so sorry,” Dean said, disengaging himself from her side and climbing off the bed.

“Wh...where are you going?” she asked in confusion, propping herself up on her elbows.

“Look, (Y/N),” Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really like you. Like a lot. And I want you - probably more than I should. But...sweetheart, I can’t take something that’s not mine to take. Besides, you wouldn’t want someone as old as me.”

She didn’t respond, instead climbing off the bed and coming to stand in front of him. “Dean,” she said softly, raising her hand to run her fingers along his jawline. “You’re not old. I mean, yes, you’re quite a bit older than me, but we’re both adults. Besides, you look pretty good for an old guy,” she teased, drawing a frown from Dean.

She sobered again, her fingers playing with the buttons on his flannel. “Plus it’s not really your place to tell me what I want,” she said. “It’s mine to decide who I give it to. And Dean, I want you to be my first. I like you, too, like a lot. And as stupid and cliche as it sounds, I’m drawn to you in a way I can’t explain.”

She stood on tiptoe, raising herself up till her face was parallel with his. She paused right before her lips met his. “Please,” she whispered against his mouth.

That was all it took and before Dean could register what was happening they were on the bed, clothes discarded and strewn around the room. She was sprawled out underneath him, her soft skin and plush body tantalizing under his fingertips.

He kissed her with wild abandon, getting lost in the feel and softness of her mouth. He could’ve stayed there forever, just kissing his life away, but a roll of her hips reminded him of his almost unbearable need, and he broke the kiss to climb off her to rifle through his wallet for a condom.

He tore open the packet, taking it out and sliding it over his length with trembling fingers before hurrying back to her, climbing over her beautiful body. He reached down between her legs, his fingers running over her core. Her folds were wet, slick coating the insides of her thighs. She was more than ready for him, but he couldn’t resist rubbing her bundle of nerves. Her head shot back, and she shut her eyes as a moan filled the air and she gripped the sheets. She was beautiful when she let go like this, and Dean continued his ministrations, intent on drawing more of those alluring sounds from her that made his cock twitch in desire.

She was beyond responsive to him and it was only moments before she came, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream, body quivering, and legs closing around his hand as the pleasure became too much. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum,” Dean murmured as he disengaged his hand from between her thighs, crawling up her body to settle between her spread legs.

Her skin was sweaty, cheeks flushed, and eyes glowing from her high. She laughed breathlessly before leaning up to kiss him. “You sure you want this?” Dean asked softly.

She nodded, biting her lip. He groaned at the sight before turning his gaze to between their bodies as he began to push into her. She closed her eyes, her brow furrowed at the first hints of discomfort. “Hey,” Dean whispered, her eyes snapping open to meet his. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

She nodded before he kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth to distract her as he continued his course, pausing every few seconds to allow her walls to accommodate him. He finally pulled away from the kiss as he bottomed out, teeth sinking into his lower lip. She was beyond tight, squeezing him so hard he had to take several deep breaths to keep himself from cumming right then and there.

“You ready for me to move?” Dean asked once he’d composed himself. A nod was his only answer so he pulled out almost all the way before plunging back in, setting a steady and slow pace. She hummed at the feeling, hands flying to his shoulders.

Dean buried his face into the side of her neck, kissing her before sucking small hickeys into her skin. He didn’t care who saw. He wanted everyone to know she was his.

It wasn’t long before he felt his muscles tighten, and he could tell he was right on the precipice of release. He reached between their bodies, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing back and forth furiously, determined to make her cum before him.

“Dean…” she whimpered, fingers digging into his skin.

“C’mon, babygirl,” Dean grit out as her walls started to flutter. “Cum for me.”

She came seconds later, his name tumbling from her mouth in broken staccato. He helped her ride out her orgasm, his own coming shortly after.

He pulled out once his heartbeat began to slow, and he fell to the other side of the bed. He glanced over at her, damp hair plastered to her face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight.

“(Y/N),” he said quietly, running his knuckles over her thigh. She turned her head to look at him, a contented smile on her plump lips. He swallowed, fighting the urge to get lost in her again. This was something he needed to get out. “Listen, I know we just met and all, but…. I don’t want this to be the last time this happens….”

She grinned, rolling to her side, her hand coming to cradle her head as she propped herself up on her elbow. “Neither do I,” she admitted. “I wanted my first time to be with someone I trusted and who I really liked.”

Dean smiled, turning over to face her. “So does that mean you’ll be mine?” he asked hopefully, hand falling to her bare hip.

She smiled softly, moving closer to him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Anything You Ask

A/N: Okie, so quite a few people, like 7 of y’all requested an early 70s Bri fic, and like 4 of those requests were specifically asking for Tenerife, so HERE YA GO! S/O to Tori @meddows-taylors for helping me with this in our RP, ilysm bitch. Word Count: 13.9k (y’all idk) Pairing: Brian May x Reader Time Frame: 1970 Summary: Y/N and Brian have been friends and research partners for 2 years, but on a trip to Tenerife, everything changes Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Unprotected Sex, Like, Graphic Unprotected Sex, Wrap it Before You Tap it, Someone Get These Kids Some Gatorade and a Ciff Bar.

God, you hated planes, trains, busses, fuck, and at this point absolutely anything that wasn’t a stable mattress in a cool room.

The plane ride from London to Tenerife had been long, hot, cramped, and extremely uncomfortable, but it hadn’t been uncomfortable for the reason most people would think. No, it had honestly been quite roomy despite the cramped nature. It was uncomfortable because you had been sat next to resident shy boy, probable love of your life, and angel faced baby, Brian May.

The curly haired boy and you had been friends for a little over two years, meeting in your first PhD level course after graduating from Imperial with our Bachelors. You’d been instantly intrigued by the man, the way he dressed screamed “Extrovert with a wild sense of humor and definitely could rock your world when given the chance” and yet, when you spoke to him that morning, he couldn’t even hold your gaze, his long fingers instead focused on picking fuzz off of the red velvet of his trousers.

Brian May was an enigma wrapped in a goddamn paradox... and you are 347% certain that you are head over heels in love with him. When the two of you had decided to do a joint dissertation on the radial velocities of zodiacal light, you both knew that you would be spending an insane amount of time together, most of it in Spain. You had been overjoyed at the prospect, desperate to spend as much time possible with the sweet demure boy, and yet here you were. Your body was practically on fire as the two of you headed to our hotel, where Brian had only managed to get a single room, cramped in the backseat of the taxi we’d hailed from the taxi rank outside the airport.

His hair smelled like orange blossoms, that’s all you could think… fucking hell, you were definitely screwed this trip.

Brian’s foot taps against the floor of the taxi, his long legs cramped in the small car as he tries to give you as much room as possible. He’s chewing nervously at his thumbnail as he watches the scenery go by. He was beyond excited to be here in Tenerife with you to work—you were a bloody genius and he admired you greatly. He knew the two of you would have an amazing time and do incredible research.

But he was also dreading it. Because you were the smartest, prettiest, funniest, loveliest person he’d ever met and he could barely even look at you without getting flustered! Roger teased him about it endlessly, but he couldn’t help it.

When the taxi pulls up to the hotel, Brian unfolds himself out of the car, immediately going to gather the bags. He gets yours, too, smiling bashfully at you. “No, I’ve got it! You go in and get the room keys.”

He can’t help but look you up and down as you walk away from him, before he quickly averts his eyes from your ass, feeling guilty.

‘Jesus, Brian. Control yourself.’ He scolds himself as he follows you inside, strategically holding the suitcases in front of his lap...

A large smile and small blush overtakes your face upon Brian insisting on getting your bag. Goddamnit, could he be anymore perfect? You hold up your hands in mock surrender and headed inside the hotel, sighing in relief as the AC hit you like a brick. Tenerife was hot, it was July, and you were NOT about to sweat your ass off in front of Brian for the next, who knows how long... you’d not exactly booked return flights.

Strolling up to the front desk you smile at the attendant, giving them Brian’s name and expecting everything to be in order. He’d called 4 months earlier and booked a double room, just to save some money, you’d been the one to suggest it.. just.. hoping that maybe, JUST MAYBE Brian would finally see you in the same light that you saw him, if he was forced to room with me.

“Hola! Um.. reservation for May.” The lady at the desk simply smiled you, opened her book, highlighted the aforementioned reservation, handed you two keys, and wished you a good time. Everything seemed all nice and normal, until you arrived at the door to the room. Brian was already there waiting for you, sitting languidly on your suitcase, picking at his nails. He hadn’t noticed you.

“You know, you’re going to end up ripping your nail clean off if you keep doing that Bri. “

His head shoots up to look at you, loose curls bouncing, and he stands quickly—just narrowly missing smashing his head against the door frame.

He blushes like mad, though he grumbles at you, at least the banter was safe and familiar territory.

“I can study the stars without a thumbnail.”

He jokes, but stops picking at it in order to move the bags out of your way as you unlock the door.

He walks in, stopping short when he sees the single bed

“Oh.”

Christ, he’d forgotten all about it, they’d booked this trip so far in advance. God, he had to share the bed with you. Fuck. Maybe he could take the floor? No, that would seem rude. And weird. Friends shared beds all the time, right?

You roll your eyes at Brian’s comment, shaking my head a bit as you opened the door, mouth dropping a little in shock when you see the single bed. Oh fuck, you’d completely fucking forgotten it wasn’t a fucking double room.. You completely sympathized with Brian’s little oh, because that’s.. um....

“I-I can go down and see if they have another room if you want.. if they have a double room?”

You really didn’t want to, you wanted to sleep in the same bed as Brian, wanted to.. god you just wanted to fucking cuddle with him! How lame is that.

“I-um, I don’t mind it, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, I completely understand..” You are leaning against the bathroom door, picking at your own nails now.. a little nervous for what he was going to say.

He shakes his head quickly, not wanting to cause any problems “No!”

The word is nearly squeaked out, and he takes a moment to clear his throat, trying to seem calm. “No, this is fine. As long as my feet don’t hang off the bed.”

The joke is a weak one, but he’s thankful that you huff out a soft laugh. He sets the bags down and looks at you; it’s obvious you’re nervous. He looks at his toes “Be honest with me, Y/N, I can pay for another room, really.”

Your eyes widen slightly and you move from the doorframe to stand in front of him, taking his hands in yours..God his fingers were so long..

“No! No, I-I want to sleep with you!”

You mentally cursed yourself for the way that sounded, and while it might’ve been true, that didn’t mean you should’ve yelled that out loud!

“I-I just mean, I don’t mind at all Brian... “ You let out a light chuckle, trying to redeem yourself and make your words seem less creepy.

“As long as you don’t mind me cuddling you like a baby koala while I sleep, I’m perfectly content with the hand that we’ve been dealt... and anyway, if your feet hang off the bed, mine will too.” God, you were still holding his hand, he probably thought you was some kind of freak.. he was too good for you anyway, too... perfect.

His cheeks are bright red he knows, but he nods, chuckling a little. “Not if I koala cuddle you first.”

He smiles at you, trying to salvage SOME of the situation. Looking warily over at the bed, he rubs his neck sheepishly, blush only deepening when he thinks of you pressed against him in the morning.. Clearing his throat, he claps his hands together, making you jump just a little. “I mean it looks nice at least.”

You breathe a little sigh of relief, blushing like mad when he mentions cuddling you. God, he was the single most adorable human being to ever walk the planet, and he really didn’t know it did he?

“I’m willing to place cold hard cash on the fact that we’re going to get some serious sleep on that bed Brian. “ Winking at him, you make a run for the bed, throwing yourself on it, a moan falling from your lips as the comfort envelops you. “God, Bri, come feel this bed, it’s orgasmic.”

Brian bites his lip at your moan, yelling at himself in his head to CHILL OUT!!!! He strides over, trying to pretend he was confident and not freaking out at all. When he flops onto the bed, however, he can’t help but groan, his body relaxing into the mattress. “Goddamn.”

Stretching out he smiles, pleased to find that he actually fit on the bed. Laughing at his reaction, you nod into the pillow and flip onto your stomach, eyes trained on Brian’s almost angelic profile. His unruly hair was fanned out around his head in an almost halo way, eyes closed, lashes dancing over his cheeks, his nose.. god, the amount of times you’d fantasied about having his nose prodding your clit while he ate you out.. stop it!

God Y/N, you need to calm the fuck down.. there’s no way someone like him would like you, no fucking way, but.. he did blush a lot around you... lose his ability to speak..

Pursing your lips, you dare to scoot a little closer to him, boldly taking his hand in yours and bringing it close to your face to inspect. “Ya know Bri, it’s almost not fair that your hands are so pretty.” Hey, you were gonna shoot your shot, and if you needed to bounce off the court, you would.. You only just wanted to get him flustered, make him want you as much as you wanted him. God, he was probably a Virgin, and for some reason that fact just... fuck... it was so hot.

He startles a little at your touch, turning his head to look at you, hazel eyes wide. “Uh, Th-thank you. I take care of them, you know, because they... they get messed up when I play. The guitar I mean. I don’t use a pick.”

He knows he’s rambling but he can’t stop. He’s staring at the way your hand is holding his; at how close your lips are to his skin. Lowering yourself a little closer to him, your chin almost resting on his shoulder as I play with his hands, you dance your fingers across the cool skin. Raising your eyes to his for a second, you feign surprise. “Last time I saw you play, I knew something was different with you.. no wonder your hands are so... hot.” You lean down to place a kiss to his calloused finger tips, eyes never leaving his, your tongue darting out to lick at his middle finger just a little. The way his face was flushed, chest heaving, his mouth wide open, you immediately knew that you had him. Hook, line, and sinker.

But you couldn’t give him everything he wanted now, everything you wanted.. no... you had to play this out, make him beg. So, placing one final kiss to his knuckle, you flip over in the bed, pulling the covers over you. “Think I’m gonna take a nap, okay Bri? Just wake me if you need something baby.”

Brian swears he stops breathing for a second, mouth hanging open, cock chubbing up in his corduroys. He’s dead still when you roll over, it takes him a minute for his brain to reboot. Rushing out a hurried “okay,” mentioning something about taking a shower, he hops from the bed stumbling into the bathroom. He shuts the door and turns on the shower, then frantically works at his belt, his hands fumbling. God, he needed a wank and he needed it NOW. He was embarrassingly hard, just from your fleeting touches... it was a little pathetic.

You can’t help but smile at Bri’s frantic escape to the bathroom, warmth pooling between you legs as you hear his belt hit the tile flooring of the bathroom. He wasn’t exactly a quiet man, his whimpers and moans seeping from behind the closed door of the bathroom.

Sure, he had turned on the shower, but he was obviously far too horny, too worked up, to know that his noises were far louder than he had intended for them to be. Deciding to continue your torture of Brian, you slide out of the bed, out of your clothes and bra, and back into the bed in nothing but your panties. Brian let out a choked sob in the bathroom, and a few moments later, the shower shut off, making you smile and turn over onto my stomach, ass on full display for him as you feigning sleep. He desperately tries to be quick and quiet, just doing the job efficiently before cleaning up, scrubbing his hands clean. He stares at himself in the mirror for a moment, cringing at his flushed cheeks. But he has to come out of the bathroom sometime. So he steadies himself and walks out..he’s nowhere near prepared for the sight he’s greeted with. Brian stares at your ass, then trails up your bare back, noting the lack of a bra. He digs his nails into the meat of his palms, begging his body to behave. Maybe he’d go read in the lobby or something. Somewhere he could distract himself from you. He doesn’t know how to make a move, or if you even want him to. And if you wanted to nap, he didn’t want to get in the way. Hearing the sharp intake of breath come from the doorway of the bathroom, you have to stop yourself from smiling into the pillow, determined to continue acting as if you were asleep, wanting to see what Brian would do. But for a long while, he didn’t move, only stood at the door You could feel his eyes on you, burning your skin as he just stared... He really was clueless wasn’t he?

Mentally groaning, you flip over in the bed, still feigning sleep, exposing your breasts and clothed pussy to him, moaning a little as you did so. “Uh.. B-Brian..”

You’re sure to make your voice as breathy and sleep ridden as possible, attempting to make him believe that you were simply dreaming... just HOPING he would react.

“Jesus.” Brian whimpers the word out loud, his voice breaking. He’s telling himself to give you privacy, to look away—if you’re asleep, you’ve not consented to him seeing and hearing all this. But it’s like he’s transfixed. I mean, fuck, he’s never even seen a girl’s tits before now. He’s still, hardly breathing, his cock making a valiant effort to get hard again. Finally, he steps forward, trying to be polite. He grabs the throw blanket at the end of the bed and pulls it over you, but not before trailing his fingertips over the soft skin over your ribs, right under your tits. He can’t help himself, trying to convince himself it was just him tucking you in.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as Brian pulled the blanket over you, his fingers dancing along your ribs, so innocent, yet causing your whole body to feel as if lightning was running through your veins in the place of blood. While you were a little disappointed that he’d not made an obvious move on you, you couldn’t help but be absolutely enamored and amazed at his actions. Most men would’ve just absolutely went to town, but not Brian.. no, he was far too sweet for that, and it made a colony of butterflies take up residence in your stomach.

Curling into the blanket that Brian had wrapped around you, you open your eyes just a little, smiling up at Bri’s wide eyes. “Come lie down Bri, you have to be dead tired.. take a nap with me love.”

You turn over, facing his side of the bed, just wanting him to be with you, sleep with you in the most innocent way imaginable. He just nods, no hesitation when he obeys you. He’s still nervous, but you looked so soft and sleepy and pretty. So he takes off his shoes, socks, and belt—but leaves his pants and shirt on. Then he clambers onto the bed beside you, on top of the covers facing you. He doesn’t want to cross a line he shouldn’t, so he just nuzzles his head into the pillow, eyes trained on your face.

Feeling the bed dip next to you, you open your eyes just slightly, smiling as they meet Bri’s own hazel ones. “Come here silly boy, I told you I wanted to koala cuddle you.” You curl up further to Brian, resting your head on his chest, tucking yourself firmly under his chin.

Hesitantly, he wraps an arm around you, trailing his fingertips up and down your back. It’s a bit before he finally relaxes, but he does, eventually pulling the main blanket over both of you “Comfortable?”

You moan a bit at the feeling of Brian’s delicate ministrations on your back, his calloused fingertips felt like pure sweet sin. “Y-yeah, you’re very cozy Brian.”

You place a chaste kiss to his neck as you nuzzle your face further into him, surrounded by the smell of orange blossoms. “Smell so good Bri...” His breath catches, heart speeding up at the feeling of your lips on his skin. He pulls you tighter against him, his other hand coming to rest on your hip.

Brian hesitates before slowly slipping his fingers under the waist band of your underwear, just resting his hand on the bare skin of your hip, not daring to do anything else. “Th-thank you.”

His mind whirls, trying to come up with a reasonable response to your compliment “It’s my, uh, shampoo. My friend told me it would be good for curly hair.”

You chuckle against his skin at his awkward endearingness. “Maybe you can let me borrow some yeah? That way my hair can look and smell as nice as yours..”

You allow your hands slid down a little, resting on his bony hip, much like his hand was resting on your own... not so bony hip. He sucks in a breath at my action, his fingers digging into your hip, causing you to wrap your legs around his.

“This okay? You’re just too irresistible to not wrap myself around.” You place another kiss to his neck, closer to his ear, your voice soft and gentle, not wanting to scare him away.

Brian’s eyelids flutter shut when you kiss him again, and he shudders, pulling you closer by your hip, breathing shallow. “Y-Y/N” His voice is airy and soft, almost desperate. “Y/N, what.... what’s going on?”

When you shift, your bare breasts brush against his chest, and he’s embarrassed at the whimper his lets out. He’s wearing a T-shirt but he can still feel the hardness of your nipples.

Brian’s soft voice pulls you from your mind and your lips from his neck, eyes meeting his a little shocked by his question... Hell, you didn’t even know what was going on... Well, you did, but honestly, you’d not given much thought to what was going to actually happen if he wanted this. Sitting up just a bit, you rest your breasts completely on his chest, your eyes never leaving his.

Taking a deep breath, you decide that you’d might as well spill your feelings, you were practically naked on top of the poor boy... One would think that would be plenty for him to see what was happening, after all, he was the most intelligent person you knew.

“Brian.. love, I think it’s pretty obvious what’s going on... I’m trying to seduce you.” You drop your lips to his, barely grazing the pouty objects that you’d been so enraptured by for months.

“As long as you’re.. as long as you’re okay with that...” He’s frozen for a moment before he nods, curls swaying.

“Y-yes I’m... that’s okay.” He closes his eyes, embarrassed by himself “I just, I’m—I’ve never, uh...”

You just know that your face is red, not out of embarrassment, but out of sheer arousal and desire to fuck this poor innocent boy into next week. God, he WAS a Virgin..

Sitting up completely, not even bothering to cover yourself, you glue your hands to his face, fingers caressing his bright red cheeks. “Hey, look at me Bri.. it’s okay.. it’s.. um..”

You chuckle a little breathlessly, surprised that he’s gotten you so excited and wet by just telling you that your initial assumption was correct. “It’s fucking hot Brian. I think everything about you is fucking hot, but.. this,” Sucking in a breath, you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips once again, the feeling of utter pleasure and relief that maybe he felt the same way about you flooding your system.

“I’ve wanted this for so long Brian.. wanted YOU for so long.”

His brows knit, completely surprised by your confession. “Really?”

The poor boy simply couldn’t fathom that you’d actually want him—especially with him being a virgin. When you nod, his hand on your hip tightens a little.

“I’ve wanted you too. Ever since I met you. I just... didn’t think you’d ever go for someone like me.” He leans in, trying to glean up some confidence, and kisses you softly, wanting more than just the teasing pecks you’d been giving him.

You sigh into Bri’s kiss, a bit surprised by how.. well he was doing.

The kiss was soft, delicate, and yet it still made your insides feel like hot soup. His pillow soft lips were pressing into yours a little harsher as you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, your tits brushing against his chest. Your lips never left his, and his hands never left your hips.

“We’ll take it at your speed Bri okay? And if you decide you don’t want to continue, or you would just rather cuddle.. that’s perfectly fine with me too.. I just,” You nuzzle your nose against his as you speak, hands moving to his hair, pulling just a bit at the roots. “Want to be good to you.”

Brian nods, groaning a little when you pull his hair. “Th-That feels good.”

His voice is soft, and his cheeks are pink when he looks up at you, eyes roaming your body “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

His hands squeeze your hips gently; he just liked the feel of them in his palms. They fit perfectly.

You sigh into his touch, his long delicate fingers rubbing circles over your hips.. You weren’t exactly small in any sense of the word, definitely not as small as Brian, you were a meaty girl. You had curves, belly rolls, you jiggled. You’d also never been self conscious over the way your body looked, but for some reason Brian’s soft fingers, and even softer gaze was making me feel on a different level. Placing one final kiss to his lips you lean up.

Careful not to rest all of your body weight on his legs, instead you balance your body on your own legs. He really was a tiny thing wasn’t he, and you just... weren’t…

“I-uh, I’m sorry if I’m not what you imagined your first time would be like.. I know I’m not exactly Twiggy or Jane Asher, but, um, I promise I’ll try and make it as memorable as possible.” Brian scoffs, pulling you down to sit on his legs.

“I don’t like them, I like you. You’re... fuck, Y/N, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever fucking seen.” His hands slip up over your sides, feeling your curves, the slight give of your skin. “You are like a goddamn renaissance painting... I’d be honored to feel you..”

His lips move to your neck, pressing light kisses to the delicate skin, desperately wanting you to see yourself as he did, a goddess. “As long as you don’t mind that I’m a fucking skeleton.” It’s partly a joke, partly a real concern. He was bony and knobby everywhere it seemed; much too tall and awkward for anything.

You can’t help but heat up under his gaze, the way he was staring at you, the way his hands were gliding over your skin, feeling you completely. It made you feel far more special than you’d ever felt before. Scoffing at Brian’s words, you lean over and pulled him into a sitting position, you firmly in his lap, his back against the headboard of the bed, arms tight around you.

“You’re the cutest man in the world Brian May, and thinking about your little “skeleton” body all red and sweat under me has gotten me off more times than I care to admit.” Your hands were in his hair, gently massaging his scalp, fingernails just barely scraping the skin. You wanted to tease him, to get him all nice and worked up. “Have you ever seen a woman like this before Bri? Ever been able to... touch, and taste one?”

Brian moans at your touches; at your words. Never in a million years would he have thought you—YOU—would be into him. ANY of him. But hearing you say you’d imagined him? Jesus, he could feel his cock becoming interested already, even though he’d just wanked ten minutes ago. He tries to keep his voice steady when he answers your questions, eyes slipping shut.

“N—No, I’ve not... I’ve never.... I’ve just k-kissed before.” Smirking down at him, your hands fall a little to cup his cheeks.

“Hey, look at me pretty boy.” You move him to look into your eyes, smile never leaving your face. He was so goddamn cute, and you couldn’t believe he was allowing you to do this, that he WANTED you to do this.. “I want you to use this as an opportunity okay? I don’t want this to just be a fuck and done thing, I genuinely like you Bri, wanna be with you... be your girlfriend, meet your parents, make you shitty veggie loafs.”

You both chuckled, remembering the fiasco 3 months ago. The sounds of his laugh warms your heart, it was light and sweet, just like him. “Touch me bri.. you can do anything you want to me baby okay? Just.. do anything you want, anything you’ve ever dreamed of doing, I’m a blank canvas, you’re the painter okay?”

His eyes light up at your words, though more the middle part than the end. “I want to be with you too. Truly.”

He beams happily, arching his neck up to kiss you. When he pulls away he has to double check with you. “Are you.... sure? I might... I might need some guidance. I’m sorry.”

His gaze flits away again, embarrassed with himself. But you tell him not to apologize, and he nods, chewing on his bottom lip with his sharp canines. He works up the courage to move his hands upwards to cup your tits, squeezing them lightly. He loves the weight of them in his hands, how hard your nipples are against his palms. His eyes flutter shut as Brian’s hands move to my breasts, his curious fingers dancing across your nipples just enough for the action to take your breath away.

“B-Bri...” You can’t help the way his name falls from your lips, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. Fucking hell, he might not be the most experienced, but what he lacked in experience he was sure as hell making up for in fervor. “K-keep going love, you’re doing so good. Such a pretty boy..” Brian fidgets at the compliment, not sure how he feels about it. It makes his stomach twist in a weird way—but he thinks in a good way.

He gauges your reaction when he gently pinches one of your nipples; the gasp you let out makes him think you’re enjoying it. He does it a few times, but frowns when he sees how red he’s made the little bud. Before he even realizes what he’s doing, he’s ducking his head to take it into his mouth, tongue lapping at it to soothe the sting.

Your head falls back when Brian attaches himself to my nipple, his tongue licking little circles around the bud. “G-god! Bri! Fuck baby...”

Your mouth is as wide as your eyes as you look down at him, his own hazel eyes full of innocent curiosity and something else. Grinding your hips against his, you gasp at the feeling of his cock straining under the zipper. “C-can I touch you baby? Are you okay with that?” His lips had moved to your other breast, hand moving into the back of your underwear, cupping your ass. He groans around your nipple in his mouth, squeezing your ass kinda hard. Jesus, you were so fucking hot. He couldn’t believe he was getting to do this with you... have you be his first, and hopefully his last. “Y-yes. Yes, you can touch, me, I’m—“

He pushes his face into the valley between your breasts, panting a little. “God, I love your ass. It looked so fucking good in the pants you were wearing today, I couldn’t help myself from staring.”

You can’t help the laugh that erupts from your throat at his words, dropping your head onto his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Yeah? You like my fat ass do you Bri?”

You trail your hands down his body, quickly unzipping his jeans and shoving your hand down his underwear, firmly grasping his cock... Your eyes widen slightly when you feel just his big he is... You certainly were NOT expecting that.

“Does my ass make your cock nice and hard baby? I didn’t take you for an ass man pretty boy.” Your lips were on his neck again, biting down just a little.

Brian nods quickly, his other hand slipping down to grip your ass too. “Fucking love it, I—ah!”

He cries out when you touch his cock, and he tenses, pressing his face into your neck. “Oh god—fuck, that’s—“ He’s trying to get ahold of himself, but Jesus, just you touching him felt incredible. He’s never had anyone else touch him before, and it... it was much different from touching himself “Yes it makes me h-hard, Y/N, bloody hell.”

Your lips don’t halt their assault on Brian’s neck, only sped up and sucked harder, desperate to mark him, to show the world that he was yours. His cock was positively throbbing in your hand, precum almost soaking you completely. “God that’s so fucking hot Brian.. my ass,” You reach around and grab his hands in yours, squeezing your ass.

“My tits,” You move his hands to your chest and repeat the action.

“My cunt...” His breath caught in his throat, and a whimper choked in his throat as you shove his hands down your underwear, the wetness of your vagina soaking both of your hands.

“They’re all yours Brian.. all of them.. just for you my sweet pretty boy.” Brian shudders, letting a long, drawn out whine fall from his lips. He rubs over your cunt with his palm, smearing your wetness around.

“God, Y/N... I—can you h-help me? I want to make you feel so good, please.” He is positively desperate, your heat and wetness was driving him insane. He knows about what to do in theory, but doing it in practice was daunting. He had no idea where to start.

Nodding frantically, you climb off of his lap and lie down beside him, whining a bit at the loss of his fingers. “Yes baby, here let me show you. Just watch what I do and when you’re ready, you just repeat what I do okay?”

Brian only nods, mouth wide, and you slip off your underwear, tossing the spoiled fabric into his lap. Turning around a bit, you fluff the pillows and settle myself down into them, squirming for a minute or so before you get fully comfortable, eyes never leaving Brian’s. His cock was straining against his pants, it didn’t look comfortable at all.

You move your hands between your legs, and use one to play with your clit, the other moving further down to play with your leaking entrance. “Bri, love, why don’t you strip down okay? I’m sure your cock would feel so much better if it wasn’t so... constricted!” With your final word, you plunge your fingers into your hot cunt, hips bucking off of the bed at the feeling.

“F-fuck! Are you watching sweet boy? Watch me closely honey. God, I bet your fingers are going to feel so magical inside of me.. they’re so long and delicate Bri.. c-can’t tell you how often I’ve watched you writing and dreamed about having them buried deep inside of my cunt!”

He moans, cock twitching in his pants. He wants to take them off but he can’t look away from the apex of your thighs, his mouth hanging open, breathing shallow. He watches you pump your fingers in and out of yourself before he finally speaks, his voice breaking. “I—I wanna... lemme try, please.”

Brian shuffles forward, huffing when you demand once again for him to take off his pants. He quickly discards his corduroys but leaves his underwear on, still a bit shy and way too focused on you. When you pull your fingers from yourself he’s taken with a fit of boldness, capturing your hand in his and bringing it up to push your two wet fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.

He moans at the taste of you, eyes half lidded as he brushes the tips of two fingers against your slit, dipping in a bit nervously. “Fuck! Brian, you dirty boy, come here baby!”

You pull your fingers from his mouth a bit shakily, unable to properly comprehend what it was that he’d just done. Goddamnit, you were the one who was supposed to be ruining him, not the other way around. Moving your hands to his face, you cup his cheeks and bring him forward, crushing his lips to yous, mouth falling open against his when his fingers slide inside of you. “B-Bri!”

You can hardly breathe when he begins to run his fingers along your entire slit, his middle finger curling inside of you while his index finger tentatively brushed over your clit, sending your hips bucking into his hand, taking him further in.

“More baby please! Fuck mommy good with your fingers baby boy...” Okay yeah, something had DEFINITELY snapped inside of you as the words left your mouth, eyes wide in fear that he was going to repel in disgust. “Fuck Bri, I’m sorry I didn-“

His lips cut you off, bruising your own with the force of his kiss.. oh.. that was.. unexpected.. He kisses you hard, pushing his index finger inside you with his middle finger, starting to fuck you with them. His thumb toys with your clit clumsily, though he tries to find a rhythm the best he can.

He just wants to please you, and when he pulls away from the kiss, he sits back to watch himself finger fuck you, groaning at how shiny his fingers were. “God, you’re so fucking wet. Tell me who made you this wet honey?”

He teases you with his ring finger, pretending like he’s going to add it but then not. He doesn’t know if this is confidence or desperation, but he doesn’t care at this point.

“You! God Brian its you, you made me so wet baby boy!” You certainly weren’t expecting him to be so... confident. His teasing is almost too much for you to handle.

“Fucking hell Brian! Just fuck me baby please! I need you..” Your hands move to his hair, pulling hard, not caring if he was in pain. You wanted him, no, NEEDED him inside of you, desperate to feel his cock stretching you.

“Do you not wanna fuck me baby boy? Do you not wanna fuck mommy?” He curses, free hand quickly moving to grip the base of his cock through his underwear, his fingers stilling inside you. Fuck, he was already close, and your words, what you were calling yourself… it was having quite the effect on him.

“Bloody—Fuck, Y/N, I’m not... I w-won’t last.” He whines, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“I want to fuck you so bad but it won’t b-be good for you.” He’s worried all of a sudden, he doesn’t want to disappoint you.

Reaching up, you caress his face, pulling him down to press your lips to his, this time much more gentle and reassuring. “It’s okay Brian, it’s okay.. I don’t care if you last, I just want to feel you inside of me. I want you to cum inside of me, fill me up baby.” Nuzzling your nose against his, you run your hands down his back, slipping them into his underwear, grabbing handfuls of his ass. His hips were bucking into you, and you could feel how desperate he was, how much he needed me, honestly you didn’t care if he lasted.

You only wanted to be his first, to be the first and last woman he was ever with... Brian whimpers at your words, trembling all over. Pulling his fingers from you, he sucks them off quickly—and god, he couldn’t get enough of that—before pushing down his underwear, fumbling to get them down his skinny legs. He clenches the base of his cock again, trying not to get too overwhelmed. He leans down to kiss you again, more gentle this time as he awkwardly shuffles between your legs. “What’s uhm—what’s the best p-position?”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you pull his hips to you, groaning when you feel his cock rub against your folds, rubbing gently against your clit. “Like this Bri, just like this baby...”

You rub your hands down his back, nails scraping his pale skin. “Just breathe and take your time sweetie, I want you to do whatever feels good, and if you don’t last, it’s okay.. because when you cum inside of me?”

You lick a stripe up his neck, ending at his earlobe where you allow your teeth to graze him there, your breath hot on him. “I want you to eat it out of me baby...”

Brian lets out a little whimper at your words, his jaw clenching, hazel eyes turning fiery. He thrusts into you hard, pushing himself all the way in until his balls slap against you. He takes a moment, heaving in a shuddering breath, pushing his face into your neck. “Oh fuck, oh—Y/N. You feel... this is... “

He’s trembling, and he has to beg the universe to let him NOT CUM before he’s able to start thrusting. Your breath catches in your throat as Brian thrusts inside of you, his cock stretching you in the most delicious way, filling you to the absolute brim as his balls slap against you. His whole body is shaking as he whimpers into your neck, quiet whispers of pleasure falling into your skin. You move your hands to his face, pushing him up to look into your eyes, hands brushing his hair out of his face, holding it down. “Breathe Brian, easy baby, it’s okay, just breathe.”

You couldn’t even imagine what feelings he was having, what was running through his mind.. he’d just lost his virginity, on a bed, with a girl who was head over heels for him, in Spain.. he as probably losing his utter shit, and god, you were close to losing your’s if he didn’t move soon. Digging your heels into his ass, you push his cock further into you, his hips grinding hard against you, causing the both of you to gasp out in shock and pleasure. “P-please Bri, m-move for me baby.. I don’t care if you cum fast, we’ll work on it later.. we have all the t-time in the world!” Brian nods into your neck, taking in another shuddering breath. Snapping his hips in and out of you, he tries desperately to find a rhythm even though it’s shaky. He’s just moaning and whimpering out your name, hands flitting all over your skin. His hips finally get a bit more confident, snapping against yours with a bit more force, letting out little grunts as he does so. Brian could’ve honestly just lied next to you and made his little noises, and you would’ve been completely losing your mind. His little grunts accompanying his shaky thrusts, the way he was whimpering into your skin, it was setting your whole body alight. You could tell he was getting more confident with his thrusts, they were getting harder and faster, making your legs shake against his waist. You shouldn’t.. no, that would be too harsh....

Before you could stop yourself, you detangle your legs from round Bri’s waist, and in the blink of an eye, had them over his shoulders, his cock slipping deeper inside of you. Brian’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He cries out, shaking, leaning closer to you, gripping your legs tightly

“Y/N... god, I’m so close, I... you feel so fucking good.” His hips are moving at a ridiculous pace, sweat dripping down his neck.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh—“ Hips stuttering, he gasps out his words “God, I—where do I cum, I—” His head is spinning, blood pumping in his ears.

“I told you where earlier baby...”| You trail off in a moan, breath hitching in your throat as he slams into you harder than you’ve ever had anyone do. “I-inside of me pretty boy, I want your sweet cum inside of me.”

No, you weren’t on the pill, but sometimes life makes you take risks and honestly, the feeling of Brian cumming inside of you, the first time he’s ever cum WITH another person present.. it was too hot of an opportunity to pass up, and you weren’t ovulating... So, you decided to be a fucking idiot for once in your goddamn life.

Brian is already coming up with an apology to you in his head, sure he must be hurting you with how forcefully he’s fucking you, but he can’t seem to stop. His body is chasing his orgasm whether he likes it or not, and your words don’t help him any. There’s something so hot to him—so fucking primal—about cumming inside you. About leaving a part of himself in you; marking you. “Oh—Jesus—Fuck—I’m!”

He somehow manages to talk between thrusts, and suddenly he lets out a cry, pushing himself in as deep as he can, cumming harder than he ever has in his fucking life. His hips won’t stop moving, never pulling out, just grinding into you as he pants loudly, mouth hanging open as if in shock.

The force of which Brian’s cum shoots into you, completely painting your clenching walls with his seed, causes you to let out a very loud gasp of shock, mouth wide as he fills you up. You’d never had anyone cum inside of you before, so you weren’t exactly sure what it would feel like... But, god above, this was the best feeling in the entire world. It was so warm, it almost felt like when you drink a warm cup of tea on a cold day.

“F-fuck Bri! G-give it to me love, don’t want you to waste a drop..” You lay back further into the bed, pushing your hips further up into his, desperate to feel more of his cock inside of you. God he was already balls deep, but you just wanted all of him possible.

Brian is literally crying, gasping in breaths as his hips jerk into you without his permission, his cock and balls pulsing. He feels completely out of control and it’s kind of terrifying kind of fantastic. Fuck, it feels so fucking good.

It takes him a moment to realize that the whimpering and whining and crying of “Y/N” he’s hearing is him and not you, and he crashes his mouth down onto yours to shut himself up. God, his cock feels so snug and tight and warm inside you, his cum making everything even wetter. He wants to stay like this forever, just in this moment.

Brian’s lips were bruising against your’s his whimpers and desperate little cries of your name being swallowed as you eagerly kissed him back, hands moving to his hair, pulling gently as his hips begin to slow down, shaking like leaves, but his cock was still twitching inside of you, still releasing cum..

God, you really took a risk with this, but honestly you didn’t really think even a condom would much help for you either with the sheer amount of cum he was shooting out. “Shhh.. it’s okay Bri, just rest baby, just rest..”

You slowly move your legs from his shoulders, deciding to wrap them around his waist, pressing him into your chest, his face buried in your chest. “O-oh my g-god.”

Brian can barely get the words out, his voice strangled and muffled into your skin. He cuddles into you, shaking like a goddamn idiot. He knew he should get off of you. He knew he should pull out and clean you up and.... Jesus, he hadn’t even made you cum. He’d cum in like two seconds and he hadn’t even taken care of you, he was such a fucking idiot.

He tries to get up, but his arms literally won’t hold him up, he’s so fucking spent. “M’sorry Y-Y/N, I—fuck,”

You shush him again, brushing your hands through his hair, your lips pressing soft and delicate kisses all over his face. “It’s okay Bri, just breathe love, you have nothing to apologize for.. you did so good baby, you made me feel so special.” Your hands are gently moving in his hair, scratching at his scalp, trying to calm him down and allow him to catch his breath. Placing a small kiss to his brow, you sigh from absolute shock and awe at what had just happened.. fuck. You’d just taken Brian’s virginity?

God this was the best feeling in the world. “Thank you for letting me do this with you Bri.. I, I’m honored that you trusted me to give yourself to me.” He nods, letting his breathing get back to normal before speaking again, sniffling a little. “I... I wanted it to be you. Always wanted it to be you. I just... I didn’t think I had a chance.”

He pulls his head up to look at you, his trembly hands sweeping your sweaty hair out of your face. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you cum. I’ll get better. For next time.” He gives you a small smile, his fingertips brushing little patterns over your skin. Moving your head just slightly, you place a kiss to his fingers, smiling as he blushes and ducks his head into your neck bashfully.

“Oh Bri, you always had a chance with me.. honestly, I was so flustered when I met you I didn’t think I was going to be able to work with you.” He gives you a look of disbelief, making you laugh.

“I’m serious love! You were just so sweet and innocent, and so kind to me...” That is what what had always attracted you to Brian.. how kind he was, and he was continuing to prove it by being so apologetic about not making you cum.

“And I don’t care about you making me cum Bri.. we have plenty of time for that. This was for you, about your first time...” He hesitates, but finally nods, nuzzling against you again.

“Thank you. You’re fucking amazing. I was so nervous.” He kisses you softly before slowly pulling out, whimpering a little as he does so. He rubs his large hands over your thighs gently. “Can I run you a bath or something?”

He looks hopeful, just wanting to take care of you. You nod at Brian’s hopeful voice, running your hands down his back, barely touching his skin, still reeling from the feeling of his pulling out, the way his cum was just... oozing out of you. “Bath sounds nice love, thank you for being so sweet.”

Taking his hands in yours, you use them as leverage to pull yourself into a sitting position before sliding your legs off the bed, standing shakily. “I-oh wow, little weak on my feet.”

Chuckling a bit, you smile as Bri hops to his feet, wrapping his arms around you to steady you before leading you to the bathroom. His cum was dripping down my thighs, you could feel it’s slow descent as Bri bent over the tub to start the water, squirting in some of the complimentary bubble bath into the water.

Running your hands down my stomach, you inch lower, gathering some of his excess cum on your fingers. Smirking at your own idea, you waltz over to him, standing close “Wanna taste baby?” Slowly sucking your fingers into your mouth, you shut your eyes, moaning at the taste “Mmm, so sweet...”

You wink at Bri as you slide into the tub, body soaking into the bubbles as he sputtered. He was completely wrapped around your fingers.

His knees get a little weak when you suck his cum off your fingers, and he struggles to catch his breath.

When you get into the full tub, he turns off the water, gathering soap and stuff into his hands. He stands there awkwardly for a moment before going to kneel beside you on the hard tile, his cheeks pink. “Can I wash you?”

You smile up at him, holding out your hand for him to hold as he drops to his knees beside the tub. “Of course you can Bri, if that’s what you want to do.”

You bring his hand up to your lips to kiss, sitting up slightly to trail your kisses all the way up his forearm.

This was by far the most...intimate, you had ever been with anyone. Sure, you had a few notches in my belt, not many, but more than Bri, and yet, no man had ever made you feel the way Brian was. He was so delicate, soft, loving, curious, and desperate to please. But above all of that, he was my friend, well obviously more than that now, but you trusted him. Fully.

“I told you earlier, anything you want to do, all you need to do is ask love. Anything you ask, I’ll do, for you.” Brian smiles back at you, leaning down to kiss you softly, just a brush of his lips. He gets a towel all soapy and warm and starts rubbing over your skin gently, being thorough. “You're so pretty, love.” His heart feels sized too big. You were his best friend and he loved you so goddamn much. In more way than one, but it didn't want to freak you out so he didn't want to say anything.

His ministrations were as delicate and gentle as his voice, his eyes never leaving your own as his hands move over your body, one cleaning you, the other just barely grazing my skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. It took everything in your body not to moan out loud when he calls you pretty. It’s a bit silly isn’t it? Being so... emotional at just being called pretty.. but, you couldn’t find the energy to care.

You loved Brian, fully and completely, had done for a long while, but there was no way you could tell him now.. right? He’d think you were a freak. You sigh in contentment, brushing your hand through his hair, resting it on his cheek. “No, I think you’ll find that you’re the beauty in this relationship Bri.. you’re the prettiest boy, man, I’ve ever met.” The sounds from the street were flowing in through the closed window, car horns, children laughing, but all you could pay attention to was the way Brian was looking at you, the delicate love and admiration that filled his eyes as his hands moved between your thighs, washing you.

He cleans between your legs gently, looking at your face to make sure he doesn’t hurt you/you aren’t sore. When you gasp he freezes, concerned, but he quickly realizes it wasn’t a noise of pain. “Oh, is that—?”

He repeats the movement, circular against a little hard nub hidden by your folds. You can only nod, this boy had only just had sex for the first time, seen a boob for the first time.. and he’d somehow managed to find my clit faster than any man you’d ever known. Shaking your head at his concern, you allow a moan to fall from your lips, your hand tightening in Brian’s hair just a bit.

You hoped he didn’t mind because his curly locks were currently the only thing grounding you to earth. “N-no, it’s a, good gasp baby, oh! God Bri, do that again please..”

Your head falls back against the tub, legs spreading involuntarily, allowing Brian easier access to your core. His hazel eyes are wide as he rubs you, his cheeks heating up as he watches all your reactions closely. He speeds up when you tell him to, finding an easy rhythm that you seemed to like. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N I can’t believe you’re mine.”

His voice is soft and reverent, and he leans in to drop a kiss to your shoulder. “A-are you gonna cum? Am I doing okay?”

Your eyes widen when you realize that, yes, you are indeed gonna cum. “Y-yes B-Bri! I’m s-so close!”

You’re almost shocked by how close you are to cumming, no man had ever made you cum before, and here this little innocent blushing boy, who’d never once touched a woman’s body before today, was about to give you, judging from the tightness in your belly, the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. His fingers were moving almost as if he were playing a guitar, middle finger inside of you, curling upwards, exploring your walls, pressing continuously against your spot. Index finger and thumb circling your clit, and they were all moving so FAST! You didn’t know someone was capable of moving their hands in a manner that quickly...

“B-Bri, p-please I need, oh fuck! Oh Brian, I love you!” You didn’t even realize what you’d said because it soon felt like every ounce of blood in my body was rushing through my ears, you could’ve been speaking Polish for all you knew.

Your body tenses almost demonically, and the coil finally snapped. Hands firmly gripping both the side of the tub and Brian’s free hand, the only things keeping you grounded on this earth, you spasm and scream out in pleasure.

Brian doesn't halt his movements, his hand adjusting to your writhing hips. “Oh, fuck.” The words are breathed out, barely audible, his mouth hanging open as he watches you. You were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. His heart is racing from all of it--especially from you saying you loved him. He was so... proud of himself for making you feel good.

Coming down from the high of your orgasm was like what you imagine doing LSD felt like. Shapes cloud your vision, you feel like you could feel everything 10x more sensitively. You can hear individual conversations on the street, and most of all, Brian's hands felt like boiling lava against your skin. You were so frayed, and his fingers just didn't want to stop moving against you, it was almost painful. “H-here baby, t-too much!”

You reach down with shaky hands and take his hands in yours, pulling them from your pussy and to your mouth, placing little kisses on the pruned fingertips. He groans, watching you. When his fingers fall from your lips he lunges forward, kissing you hard, his hands rubbing over your shoulders and neck. When he pulls away he smiles a little, cheeks pink and curls sticking to his face “I love you too, you know.”

Your eyes widen almost comically at Brian's words. “So I did say that out then?”

You laugh, ducking your head into Brian's neck. Of course you would declare your love for him in the middle of an orgasm. It was a very on brand action for you. “Well, I meant it. I do love you Brian, like, a shit ton. Have for probably 3 months.. since.. the veggie loaf disaster.”

The two of you laugh, remembering how you'd almost burnt his flat down and Roger's face when he came home to find you and Brin covered in foam from the fire extinguisher. Brian had been so sweet and lovely, and you’d known you were in love with him the moment he had thrown the burnt remnants in your hair because he was bored while you cleaned.

Brian smiles fondly down at you, running a hand through your slightly sweaty hair. “I think I probably loved you the first day of class, when you very politely told Professor Franklin he could fuck straight off.” Women in the sciences were pretty rare, and while most of the professors were completely welcoming, some weren’t. You’d walked into the room and the professor told you “wrong class, dearie” without even a spare glance, you’d given him a piece of your mind. Brian had been grinning from the back, and was elated when you asked if anyone was sitting beside him. You’d tutored HIM through the class—had been the only reason he’d passed “I was fucking smitten.”

You let out a loud laugh at Brian’s words. Professor Franklin was a 60 something year old sexist pig who had really eaten his words when you’d ended up with the highest marks ever in his class. “You were the only one smiling at me, seemed like a good idea to sit next to the cute curly haired boy with the pretty smile.”

You couldn’t believe what he was telling you to be quite honest. That class was two years ago, Brian had had feelings for you for TWO years and had never said a single thing. Brushing your hands through his curls once more, you sit up a bit in the tub, motioning for him to get in in front of you.

“C’mon babe, in ya get. I wanna cuddle but this water feels too nice to pass up.” He blushes profusely, but does as you ask resting against your front as you run your hands over his shoulders, his head under your chin. “So why didn’t you tell me about your feelings? Because I can assure you I would’ve reciprocated had I known you felt the same way.. could’ve saved me quite a fortune on batteries..” Brian grows quiet, shrugging his skinny shoulders a little, the warm water swirling around him. He chews on his inner cheek for a few moments before responding. “I dunno. Scared of what you might say, I guess? I didn’t think you’d want me like that. And you were such a good friend, I didn’t... I didn’t want to mess that up or lose that. Your friendship was, and still is, much more important than getting to kiss you and... other stuff.” He quickly back tracks, stuttering as he speaks. “Not that I don’t like that too!”

You chuckle and nod your head in understanding, you knew exactly where he was coming from. “That’s fair. I was so nervous around you when we first started hanging out, when I started tutoring you.” You smile a little, remembering how you’d once changed clothes 6 times before going to his flat. “I’ve never had a friendship like yours before, connected on a level of understanding like I do with you.. and, to be honest, I’m glad we waited this long to admit our feelings to one another. Makes the foundation of this relationship that much stronger.”

He smiles widely, leaning back against you “Relationship? So you—you really do want to be my girlfriend?” He knows it’s dumb to ask, but he needs to be sure. He’s still somehow scared you wouldn’t want to be with him, despite your proclamations of love. You move your hands up, cupping his chin to turn it so that he could look you in the eye. Chuckling, you nod and lean down, placing a kiss to his lips. “Yes Bri, I want to be your girlfriend... and then,” You trail your kisses to his chin. “Your fiancé... then,” You move on to his jaw, close to his ear.

“Your wife... and finally,” Gently taking his earlobe in between your teeth, you bite down just a little, nibbling the skin. “The mother of your perfect, super intelligent, uber curly haired children.”

Brian flushes a deep scarlet, for multiple reasons. Perhaps your words most of all. He flounders for something to say, finally settling on a half joke. “Is that a proposal?”

Laughing gently, you move your hands to rest on his stomach, drawing lazy circles onto the pale skin. “I would take you to the courthouse right now and buy you a supermarket ring, but I’m afraid Harold and Ruth wouldn’t exactly approve of that.” You were being completely honest with him. Brian was the only person you would ever love and you were 100% positive about it.

“Speaking of Harold and Ruth, they’re going to flip their lid when we tell them! Your mom basically threatened me with violence last Christmas if I didn’t marry you.”

He’s positively beaming, butterflies in his stomach from both your words and your touches. “I wouldn’t mind a supermarket ring.” His voice is soft; he feels light as a feather. “Doesn’t matter what my mum and dad think. S’not their ring.”

Your heart had never felt so full, but his words were so endearing, so sweet and soft, and just... so unapologetically Brian. “You sure you would want to deal with me for the rest of our lives? Rambling on about my obsessions and my love of Vera Lynn’s music? Constantly almost burning the kitchen down when I attempt to bake? Sleeping too late and then not eating until dinner because I’ve forgotten?” You are whispering the words softly into his ear, your hands trailing delicately up and down his chest, fingers dancing over his collarbones.

Brian is breathless, heart racing. “I can’t think of anything I want more to be honest.” He knows this is moving fast, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He’d loved you for two years, had been with you for so much. Spending the rest of his life with you sounded.... like everything.

You grin, placing a kiss into his hair. “Yeah? Well, let’s get out of uni and then you can marry the fuck out of me Mr. May.”

You sigh, the water was getting cold. “Cmon babe, let’s get out, we’re gonna shrivel into little prunes in here.” Reluctantly the both of you get out and dry one another off, you laughing at Brian’s soft moans when dry his cock.

Throwing the towel at his face as you exit the bathroom, you to the corner of the room, bending over and digging through the disorganized mess you called a suitcase in an attempt to find a pair of pajamas, remembering quickly exactly what Bri and you were doing here in Tenerife when you come across my research binder and calculator. “Bri, tomorrow we have to meet with Dr. Charston and Dr. Silvanti at the university to get all the equipment.” You’re still bent over, completely naked, desperately looking for the silk shorts set you’d brought, not even realizing that Brian was stood in the doorway watching your every move.

“Mm-hmm.” Brian just nods, barely paying attention.

He can’t help himself, walking up behind you and running his hands over your ass, chuckling a little when you jump.

“Sorry, I just—“ He sighs a little, slightly embarrassed. “Why don’t you forgo the Pyjamas tonight?”

You gasp, jumping up and around in shock at Brian’s actions, smacking his chest lightly, laughing despite your shock. “Mr. May! You’re certainly getting bold!” Smirking up at him, you wrap your arms around his waist, hands moving to rest on his ass. “Is that your way of not so subtly suggesting we continue to...explore one another?” You squeeze his ass, smirking up at his wide eyed expression. He simply grins down at you, shrugging casually, canines presses against his bottom lip.

“Hmm, I dunno. Only if you want to, lovely. I’m happy to cuddle and watch telly. I just couldn’t help myself—you’ve got the best ass in the world.” He winks at you, feeling light as a feather.

You lean up and press a kiss to his lips, squeezing his ass one last time before flopping down onto the mattress, naked as the day you were born. “Well if you like it so much why don’t you write a song about it?” You’re teasing him, my eyebrows raised, a smirk on my face. You’d often tease him about writing songs for you, little did you know, he’d written one for you a year ago.. “I mean, honestly, sweet little Brian May.. an ass man.. who would’ve thought.”

He grins, clambering onto the bed behind you, stretching himself out over you as he speaks. “A song? Well maybe... I.... will.”

He pauses between words to drop soft, innocent kisses over your décolletage before moving up to your lips. “Why is it so hard to believe, hmm? All men like SOMETHING?”

He pauses, cocking his head to the side to look at you. “Though, I like just about everything about you.”

You close your eyes and smile up at him, laughing just a little at his words. “Just about everything? Hm? What exactly is it that you despise about me so much?”

You love teasing him, your lips ghosting over his as he moves to rest above you , his body a comforting weight on top of you. Your hands brush over his back, tickling his sides just slightly. You could feel his erection growing in between your thighs as your hands and lips moved against him, causing you to let out a little sigh against his lips. Moving your hands to his hair, you pull his head back a little bit harsher than you’d planned to, but just enough so you could latch your lips to his neck.

He gasps a little when you pull his hair, easily tilting his head back for you, moaning when you suck a mark onto his neck. He laughs a little bit, breathless, thinking about how to answer your question “Well I must say, you’re much smarter than me, lovely. Makes me jealous.”

He’s teasing a little—he loves how smart you are. He’s more in awe than mad about it. Bucking your hips up against his, you smirk when he lets out a breathless moan, his cock twitching in between your thighs. “Oh yeah? Is poor precious baby boy Brian jealous that his girlfriend can calculate velocities better than him?” Your lips are sucking at his neck hard, determined to leave him with the largest hickey imaginable. Moving your hands down towards his cock, your fingers brush over the tip, gathering his precum, before sliding your fingers back up and sticking them in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them.

Brian seemed to have a very visceral reaction whenever you would do this, so you didn’t see any reason not to continue. He curses under his breath, shivering at the sight of you. He lowers himself a little to kiss down your neck, quickly moving to mouth at your tits again, sucking on your nipples, just taking his own sweet time. His hands moved over your body, feeling your curves and soft skin, rubbing his cock against your thigh lazily. He was more focused on you.

Your hands don’t leave Brian’s hair as he sucks on your nipples, biting them gently before pulling away and kissing down your stomach, sucking harshly along your hips. “F-fuck Bri! Yo-you’re a fast learner.. maybe y-you’re the s-smartest, OH!”

You didn’t even have time to react before he had buried his face between your legs, tongue curiously licking along your folds. “B-Bri b-baby y-you don’t h-have to! Not if you d-don’t want to!”

You’d NEVER had a man do this to you before, and sure you were curious to see what all the hubbub was about, but you had never expected Brian to just.. dive in. Literally.

He looks up at you from between your legs, hazel eyes wide, lips slightly shiny with your moisture. “But I—I want to. I at least want a taste. Is that okay?”

You nod, movement jerky, and he beams, pleased with your answer. He licks over your folds slowly, with just the flat of his tongue, as if curious. He parts you with his long fingers, just tasting you, licking over your clit and chuckling when you fidget.

Soon he’s essentially just giving your cunt open mouthed kisses, not quite knowing what he’s doing, but loving the feeling and the taste, one of his arms thrown over your hips to hold them down, the fingers of his other hand holding you open. “F-fuck! Brian.. you, you’re doing s-so g-good! S-so talented l-love!”

Your hands are grabbing Brian’s hair like a vice, you knew it had to be almost painful for him, but for some reason that only made you want to tug harder. Your orgasm takes you completely by surprise, the coil that had been steadily building in my belly suddenly just breaking without any warning. “BRIAN!! Oh! FUCK!”

Had his arm not been pressing your hips into the bed, you’re quite sure that the both of us would’ve been sent into the floor. He had just made you cum using only his mouth, no penetration, no anything.. just his goddamn hunger for your pussy and a will to please.

He whines at your hands tugging his hair, the sharp sensations of pain actually feeling incredible. He’s so excited when you cum, eagerly lapping and sucking up all your juices, pulling you as close to his mouth as he can, his long nose brushing over your sensitive clit while he cleans you. Brian knows that he’s being a fucking slut, just moaning everywhere, but, he fucking loved it so much. He’d made you cum AGAIN, with just his mouth, and you’d tasted and sounded so fucking good.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, like my nerves had been exposed to cold air. Brian’s nose nudging against your clit as he cleaned you almost sent you into another orgasm. “B-Bri...”

You’re almost embarrassed at how weak your voice sounds, you’d had two mind blowing orgasms in the span of 1 hour, and you were absolutely shattered. Tugging on his hair, you attempt to pull Brian away from your pussy, desperate to feel his mouth on your other set of lips. He whines, resisting slightly, but he finally concedes, kissing over your thighs, then hips, then stomach, chest, neck--until he's kissing you full on, hands holding your face close to his, sighing softly into your mouth. His lips were as soft as could be, still glistening with your juices as he kisses your lips, his hands cradling your face. You move your own hands up, gently grasping onto his wrist as his lips work over you. He was somehow pouring more love into this kiss than you’d felt from anyone in your entire life.

His hair was gently brushing against your face, his nose nudging yours, foreheads presses together. You didn’t want this to end, this moment. You were so content, felt so happy and loved.. and it was all because of Brian. “I love you so much Brian.. please never doubt that.. and, god, just, whatever happens, never leave me... I know this sounds so childish and not at all feminist.. but, fuck, I love you.. I don’t want to lose you.. ever.”

He smiles at you, trying to comfort you, hand running over your nose. “I don't want anyone else for the rest of my life, Y/N. Just you. It's always been you.” He laughs a little. “I know that's cheesy, but it's true.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek gently “I'm so happy. There's no one I'd rather be with, or work with.”

You can't help but chuckle at his final line “Doctors Brian and Y/N May, astrophysics power couple...I think that works pretty well don't you?” You press his head down against your neck, brushing your hands through his hair. “Maybe we can have a joint office with that on the door one day.” Little did you know that you would be the only Doctor May in the family for almost four decades... but that’s a story for another day. He chuckles into your neck, moving his hips a bit to get comfortably, only to end up pushing his still hard cock into your thigh. Smirking a little, you reach down as grasp the hardness. “Well, now that we've been sweet and romantic for a minute, why don't you tell me how you want me to take care of you baby. Tell me EXACTLY what you want me to do...I want to fulfill all of your fantasies.”

Brian flushes, bucking into your touch gently. When he speaks it's mumbled, he’s embarrassed of his request “I... could you... I wanna feel your mouth.”

He hides his face in your neck. “O-only if you want to though.”

Oh, you definitely wanted to. Placing a kiss to Brian's brow, you gently roll him over onto his back, settling yourself in between his legs, placing open mouth kisses along his neck, his chest, stopping to suck on his nipples for moment before continuing down his stomach, until you get to his hips. God, he was genuinely such a tiny man.. his hip bones were practically sharp enough to cut glass, but you still leaned down, sucking on the skin there, nipping playfully at his hip bones as he gasped and whimpered under you, bucking his hips.

“You want me to suck you off baby? Is that what you want honey? For me to take you down my throat and swallow your whole fucking load?” You take his cock in his hand before he even had a chance to even react to your words, your fingers swirling his precum around his tip, teasing him before you allowed your tongue to dart out, kitten licking his slit.

He shudders, letting out a soft whine, throwing his forearm over his eyes “God, fuck, yes, I want it. Oh, shiiiiit!”

He peeks down at you, hips fidgeting on the mattress. “I might... I might cum fast though,”

He blushes down to his pale chest “Sorry. I'll work on it.”

You smirk against his cock, wrapping your lips around his swollen head, moaning into the sensitive organ as Brian's hips buck. Pulling off just enough to talk to him, your hand replaces your mouth immediately, pulling him hard and fast.

“That's okay baby, we've got all the time in the world, and I'll gladly help you get your stamina up honey... we can practice every.single.day” You punctuate your words by licking his Cock from base to tip, tongue hard on the underside of him, his vein throbbing against you. Brin groans, one of his hands coming up to thread his fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face so he could watch you better. “Fuck, you look so good.”

He sucks in a sharp breath when you dip your tongue into his slit, hips twitching even as he tried to hold back. “Feels a-amazing, I can’t—god.”

His eyes flutter shut as his head falls back against his pillow, mouth falling open as you take him into your mouth. He couldn’t believe you were doing this to him, and he suddenly understands why Roger never shut up about this act.. You absolutely loved the feeling of his hands in my hair, not pressing you into him harder, just, holding you, wanting to see every single thing that you were doing to him. Your eyes hadn’t left his the whole time, only when his head falls back against the pillow do your eyes break contact.

His cock is throbbing so hard in your mouth, and you know he’s close, god the noises that were coming out of his mouth were near orgasmic. “Come on baby, cum for me, fill my whole fucking throat up Brian...”

It’s almost like your words push him over the edge, your permission finally allowing him to let go. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh—f-uck.” He’s frantically saying the phrase over and over again, cursing when his hips snap up just as you go back down on him. He starts to apologize, but then you’re moaning around him, taking him impossibly deep, and he nearly shouts as he cums, whimpering as you swallow around him. His grip is tight in your hair, his eyes wide as saucers as his whole body tenses before going limp against the mattress, shivering a little.

You happily swallow every ounce of cum that Brian gives you, your arms firmly wrapped around his hips, holding him still. His entire body was shaking, and given the sheer amount of his cum that you’d just swallowed, it was no surprise. After making sure you’d thoroughly sucked him dry, you place a few kisses to his softening cock and kiss your way back up his body, taking your time admiring the marks you’d left on him before meeting his lips with yours, softly kissing him, just trying to get his breathing regulated.

He kisses you eagerly, licking his own taste out of your mouth, his trembly hands on your face. “Mmm... Y/N... that was...Th-thank you.

He knows it’s lame, but he doesn’t know what else to say. It’d felt incredible. He feels shaky and almost faint but in the best way. You smile into the kiss, loving that you’d had such an effect on him. “You don’t have to thank me for doing something I’ve been dreaming of doing since I saw you in those tight orange bell bottoms last fall...”

You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, cheekily biting it lightly as Brian lets out a little whimper. Your fingers gently massaging his head, fingernails scratching his scalp lightly. “You did so good Bri.”

He simply cuddles close to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “M’glad i made you happy. I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so happy we’re here together.”

You smile and wrap your own arms around him, hugging him as close to your body as you can. “Me too Bri, you don’t even know how happy you’ve made me.”

Pressing a kiss down to his brow, you frown when he doesn’t respond. Peeking my head down at him, you chuckle when you see that he’s completely passed out, face pressed against your chest. “Sweet Dreams Bri, I love you.” Laying one final kiss to his forehead, you curl yourself against him, resigning yourself to sleep, and dreaming about what morning would bring.

Brian sleeps as late as can, curled up with you. He groans when the alarm goes off in the morning, not wanting to wake up. Screw his thesis. Screw his degree. He just wanted to stay cuddled with you in bed forever, completely content and cozy.

The piercing sound of the alarm sends you burying yourself further into Brian’s neck, groaning loudly along with him.

“God Bri, do we have to move? Can’t we just stay in bed all day long?” You are definitely not a morning person, and after yesterday’s activities, you were still absolutely exhausted. This day was absolutely going to suck so bad. “I promise I’ll be good and make you feel amazing if you just let us stay here...”

He pouts, rubbing his eyes, voice thick with sleep when he speaks. “Don't sayyyy thaaat, because you KNOW I want to say yes.”

Brian stretches a little before pulling you closer to him, curling around you. “Maybe we can tell the professors that something more important come up. He sniffles into your neck, showering your skin with little kisses.

You let out a little giggle as Bri’s kisses tickle your neck, the feeling sending you further into the bed and into his chest. Fuck, he was so warm and comfortable, and made you feel so incredibly safe and loved. Looking up into his hazel eyes, you smile widely at him. Puckering your lips in an attempt to get him to take the hint and kiss you. He sighs dramatically and does just that, moaning into the kiss as he pulls you up closer to him. His hands move to your ass, squeezing the cheeks as he presses your core against his raging hard on. Opening your mouth in a sigh only spurs him on, and he shoves his tongue into your mouth, kissing you as if your life depended on it. “B—“

Before you can even get a word out, the phone rings, the shrill sound permeating throughout the room and just absolutely scaring the living daylights out of the both of you. Scrambling to the side of the bed, you reach over and answer, smiling even more widely than you had been earlier at the words spoken to you on the other line. It was almost like a god was smiling down on the two of you.

Thanking the caller as you hang up the phone, you around to face Brian, mischievous smirk on my face. “Guess who don't have to lie to their professors about having a cold, because one of them has been exposed by his wife as a cheating whoremonger and is currently sweeping the charred remnants of his possessions off the pavement in front of his home in Clapham?”

Brian sits straight up, a grin on his face “No way. Seriously?!” He lets out a bright laugh “I don't know if I want the details of that or not.”

Joining him in laughter, you hop back in bed and taking up residence in his lap, placing soft kisses all over his face and neck in happiness. “Obviously we made somebody very happy in a past life, and all of our good karma is starting to shine through.”

Running a hand through his hair, you smile down at him, placing one final kiss to his lips before pulling away just slightly, hands moving down his chest “Now... where were we?”

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