A/N: You didn’t say what type of smut and I’ve been wanting to write some post-argument, bratty Bri smut soooo… Here you go lmao!
(Also I really like how this turned out so I’m adding it to my masterlist)
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The argument had been stupid and petty, and you both knew it. But still, an hour later, Brian continued to sulk, ignoring you completely. You were about to give up when you had an idea.
You approached where he sat on the couch. “If you look at me, I’ll blow you.” You said, just loud enough that Brian could hear you.
He shook his head, keeping his face turned away from you. “No.” He snapped, but then couldn’t help but look over at you, just a small sideways glance.
“I’m sorry, did you just acknowledge my presence?” You asked sarcastically, then moved to stand between his legs. He kept his eyes trained on the ground, so you dropped to your knees, letting your hands rest on his thighs.
He took a shaky breath, trying to continue ignoring you.
“Bri, baby, I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want us to be fighting.” You said. “I want us to be doing other things instead.”
You could see his resolve soften, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you up so you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. He ran his hand up the back of your neck and into your hair, tugging gently.
You rolled your hips against his crotch for some friction. He pulled your face down to his, your lips crashing together.
“What do you want?” He asked. “Hmm, babygirl? What do you want?”
“You, Bri.” You whispered.
“And what do you want me to do?”
Your breath caught in your throat. “Want you to touch me, eat me out, fuck me, anything Bri.”
He let go of your hair. “Get up.” He said quietly, then added, “Pants off.”
You stood and shimmied out of your jeans. His jaw clenched.
“Sit on the table.” He managed, gesturing towards the kitchen.
He pushed your legs apart gently, and mirrored your position from earlier, standing between them.
His fingers ghosted over the crotch of your underwear. His touch was so light you could barely feel it.
“Do something.” You whined.
Brian lowered himself so he was kneeling between your legs, and began pressing open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs, taking his time.
“You’re such a tease.” You complained, feeling him smirk against your skin. Finally his mouth found your clothed clit. He bit it gently through the fabric and you bucked your hips, inhaling sharply.
“You need to stay still if you want me to continue, doll.” He said, voice low.
You could only nod as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic of your panties and pulled them off you.
“Use your words.” He teased, thumb beginning to circle your clit.
“I’ll hold still.” You managed, your heart rate increasing as Brian’s movements became faster.
With that, his mouth was on you, licking your folds deeply. Your hands found his hair, getting tangled in the curls. You tugged slightly, and he pulled back.
“Babygirl, I’m going to need you to stop doing that,” he said.
“And if I don’t?” You ask with an innocent smile.
He didn’t answer, just pulled you to the edge of the table and leaned up to kiss you. “Bedroom.” He whispered, and the two of you fumbled to the bedroom door, hands never once leaving each other’s bodies.
He pushed you onto the bed roughly, smirking down at you.
“Just fuck me already.” You complained. “Or shall I do it myself?” You let your hands trail down your body and began to rub your clit.
“Fuck no.” He growled, grabbing hold of your wrist, halting your movements. “That’s my job.”
He moved your wrists above your head, holding them easily in one hand, while his other hand pushed his boxers down. He pumped his length a few times before teasing your entrance with the tip.
“Fuck-” You moaned as he pushed into you.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” He groaned, speeding up. He let go of your wrists, grabbing onto your waist instead. “Fuck babygirl.” He moaned.
You dug your nails into his back, surely leaving scratch marks, but he didn’t seem to care. You could tell his orgasm was creeping up on him by the way he’d started to buck his hips, going deeper and deeper.
“Shit, Y/N, I’m close.” He panted, moving a hand to circle your clit so you’d reach your climax together.
Your legs began to tremble, and he could tell you were nearly there. “That’s right baby,” He said. “Just like that. Come for me.”
You obliged, your walls clenching around him which spurred him on. A moment later, you felt his cock twitch as he finished inside you.
As he pulled out, you smirked up at him. “I forgive you.” You teased.
“I don’t think I apologized.” He said sarcastically, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
THANKS SO MUCH for the incredible shout out on my Deaky breeding kink headcanon 😭 you’re so sweet!! If possible I would love #50 with Brian (and even better if it’s the reader’s first time to ever do that)!!!
omg 😭 You’re welcome sweetheart! Omg I love your work so much! That Deacy breeding kink HC literally killed me it was so hot omg! And thank you so much for sending in a request, I’m so glad you’re the first person I get to write a HC for; it’s very fitting, since your work is what inspired me to do this!
(Also, I up you from reader’s first time with face riding to reader and Brian’s first time with face riding)
(Here’s a link to the list of prompts!)
50: Face Riding (w/ Bri)
Bri would be a little nervous to suggest the idea, because neither of you had ever tried anything like it before
sex with Brian is natural, comfortable, and like second nature
you’d have reached a point in your relationship where you didn’t even realize when your clothes were off, everything was just so fluid
and it’s nice
really nice
but Brian gets it in his head that he wants to make you feel good in a new, unexplored way
so you’d be making out one night, both of you already half-undressed, when he’d pause mid-kiss and pull away
“what’s wrong?” you’d ask
and his face would go bright red, and his voice would be so low and timid, and he’d say “want to try something new, love. want you to ride my face.”
and your core would clench, just at the idea
he’d watch your face carefully for your reaction, and you’d smile, a little shyly at him and nod
and even though you’d been together for awhile at this point, he’d be so relieved that you were okay with it
and then he’d waste no time flipping you over, so you were on top, your legs straddling his waist
and he’d hook his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, tugging it down
you’d kiss him a little longer, stalling because even though you trust him so much, you’re suddenly feeling a little nervous about the idea
and he can sense your nerves, and starts whispering reassurance against your lips as you kiss him
“you’re so beautiful for me love, i love the way you taste, ‘wanna make you feel so good”
and you slowly gain confidence, and Brian’s hands are big and firm against your skin as he pulls your hips up toward his face
he looks so excited, his pupils dilated as he rests his head against the pillows, watching you
“c’mere love” he whispers, and that’s all it takes for you to sink down onto his face, where his lips eagerly await you
you’d never guess that he didn’t have any experience with face riding, from the way his tongue sinks into you so easily
the sound of your sighs would spur him on, and he’d pull your hips down closer to his face so he could have better leverage
and he’d maintain a level of pressure on your hips, his long fingers pressing into your skin
and you’d get progressively louder as his tongue picked up pace, and you can feel him smirking beneath you, even letting out a soft chuckle which makes you moan from the vibrations
and you’d try to make sure you weren’t suffocating him, but he was making you feel so good
one of your hands falls from its grip on the headboard to tangle in his hair, and you start to rock your hips against his face
his nose rubs up against your clit in the process, and you very nearly come right then
and curses start falling from your mouth and Bri can tell that you’re close, but he doesn’t go easy on you - just speeds up his movements
he’s sucking at your clit, the mix of pressure and heat driving you wild
the sounds you’re making against him are absolutely lurid and it turns him on so much to know that he’s making you feel that good
and your legs start to shake
his hands tighten around your hips, helping keep you steady as you reach your high
and as you come down, his tongue slows down, teasing you a little
you’re absolutely exhausted
you don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your life
and you collapse in bed next to him, already plotting how to properly say thank you ;)
and he asks with an unusually cocky smile “was that good for you love?”
can you write about mornings with brian may? just cheek kisses and playing with hair and it’s just really fluffy djfjdjdjd
I’M SO SOFT ABOUT THIS
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Brian shifted in bed next to you, rolling on his side so his sleeping form was facing yours. Sunlight was beginning to stream through the closed blinds. You’d only been awake a few minutes, but we’re unwilling to leave your peaceful sleepy boyfriend.
Without really meaning to, you reached out and brushed your hand through his curly locks. His eyelids fluttered open and he flashed you a tired smile.
“Sorry,” you whispered. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
He reached out to run his thumb over your lips. Such a familiar gesture, yet it never failed to send warmth to your cheeks.
“Mmmm,” he hummed quietly. “So beautiful.”
Your hand moved from his hair to the side of his face. You regarded him fondly. “I was going to say the same about you.”
He laughed. “Good morning.” He said, lifting his head from the pillow to lean over and place delicate kisses against your cheek, then your temple, then your forehead. “What a woman to wake up to.” He spoke slowly, still in the process of waking up.
COULD YOU USE 90 AND 77 TO WRITE ABOUT BRIAN MAY AS WELL
OH MY GOD YES!
77: You got a cute butt.
90: Scoot over.
You took advantage of your day off work to join Brian at the recording studio, making good use of the small couch Freddie had insisted on leaving just outside the booth. You sat cross legged and pretended to read, though after awhile you abandoned the act completely, setting your book to the side in favor of ogling your boyfriend.
His long fingers moved fast across the neck of the guitar and you let your mind wander to the other uses of those fingers.
“Alright, let’s take 5.” Freddie said, and Brian strolled our of the booth.
“How do we sound darling?” he asked.
“Excellent as always love.”
“I do agree!” Freddie said triumphantly. “We sound delicious.”
Brian crossed the room to you and nudged your leg with his knee. “Scoot over.”
“Do I have to?” You asked, letting your eyes roam his body quite obviously. “I’m really enjoying my view. You got a cute butt Mr. May.”
“I’m always trying to say that to him darling!” Freddie exclaimed, making you laugh.
You caved, inching over so Brian could join you on the small couch. He sat close to you, brushing your hair away from your ear so he could whisper, “You’ve got a cute butt too.”
Could you please write something super smutty about Brian inspired by the Resurrection song ? That guitar solo really makes me 💦 thnks xxx
oh there’s a mood! okay so this little blurb is pretty much all based on the line “I’m gonna ride, ride the night into the morning sun” because jesus christ that’s really hot. (also this was a little longer than I thought it would be oops)
you and brian have both been really busy with you respective jobs, and haven’t had much time to see each other. when you get home at night, you’re both too exhausted for sex, and have recently just been falling asleep, only to rush out the door the next morning. then one day, bri’s had enough. he misses his girl, the feel of your skin against his, the sounds you make when he’s got you moaning beneath him. so he takes matters into his own hands. He makes sure to leave band practice early, telling freddie he can’t stay any later than he has to.
When he hears your keys in the lock, he rushes to open the front door. “Oh! Bri! I didn’t know you’d be home!” you say, startled. He doesn’t say anything, just crashes his lips against yours, pulling you into the apartment and letting the door swing shut behind you. He roughly pushes the coat off your shoulders, letting it hit the floor. You let out a small laugh, surprised (and turned on) by his actions. He backs you up against a wall, one knee between your legs. “I’ve missed you so much lately baby,” he says. “need to feel you again.” He kisses you again, his tongue against your teeth. You let out a whimper as he lifts a hand between your legs, snaking his fingers past your underwear, sliding easily into your wetness. You hadn’t realized how long it really had been since the two of you had touched eachother like this. You could feel him getting hard through his pants, his hips rolling forward into you, keeping pace with the movement of his fingers. “Baby, baby” you pant, lifting one of your legs to curl around him, pulling him closer. He takes his fingers out of you, watching as you hold his hand to your mouth, sucking your juices off his long fingers. “Shit babygirl” he says under his breath. “Are you ready for me?” he asks, pulling himself free of his boxers. You eye his length and nod, waiting for him to push into you, and he does, pushing you back against the wall, even harder. His thrusts are sloppy at first, desperate to feel you, but soon he develops a measured rhythym, your spine hitting the wall with every thrust. You pull his shirt over his head so you can dig your fingers into the skin of his back. “Fuck bri, just like that, fuck” you say, voice high and full of ecstasy. He reaches down to run his thumb over your clit which sets you off even more, bringing you to climax in a matter of seconds. He finishes soon after you, and gives you a kiss before saying “I made dinner. Let’s eat and then go for round two.. and three..”
I always reply to requests in order, but I very nearly broke that rule for this ask - I’ve been so excited to write this one. A few of the prompts on my list were meant for specific boys and this was 100% meant for Bri 💖💖 You’re the first person to ask for one of the prompts I added in hopes that someone would request a certain boy, so thank you!
92: Look! Fireflies!
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You and Brian had taken full advantage of being in the middle of nowhere at Ridge Farm, going stargazing almost every single night while the boys were recording their latest album. Away from the lights of the city, the stars were so clear.
It was the last night, and you were thinking about how much you were going to miss the crisp night air of the countryside and the sound of crickets when you went back to the city.
Naturally, you and Bri stayed out even longer than usual, sharing a blanket and body heat as you watched the night sky. Brian pointed out some of his favorite constellations, his face pressed close to yours so you could see where he was pointing.
It was almost one a.m. and you were wondering if it was dangerous to fall asleep on a roof. You were having a hard time keeping your eyes open. As much as you wanted to continue appreciating the skyline, you couldn’t help but bury your face in Brian’s shoulder, breathing in his familiar smell.
He smiled fondly at you, kissing the top of your head. You stayed like that for a long time, nearly asleep, pressed against Brian’s shoulder.
You’d nearly drifted off when he shook you gently. “Look!” He whispered excitedly. “Y/N, look! Fireflies!”
Your eyes fluttered open to find starlight buzzing all around you.
Brian’s face was illuminated in a pale yellow light. “Beautiful,” you said, referring more to your boyfriend than the glowing bugs.
You watched his excited face, your heart full of fondness. He looked over at you, smile never leaving his lips. “They came to send us off.” He said, lifting your face gently to his to give you a gentle kiss. “They came to say goodbye.”
Okay I’m doing them separately, so I’ll start with 9 & do 32 asap! Thank you for the request angel! 💘
(Here’s a link to the list of prompts!)
9: Actually Getting Caught (w/ Bri)
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Bri had only been on tour for a month and a half, but it felt like so much longer than that
during a brief break in the schedule, the boys returned home to rest before heading onto the next part of the tour
you met them at the airport, and you and Brian were all over each other immediately
Freddie was the one to interrupt
“i’m having a party tonight darlings, and you simply must come”
you and Brian both tried to hide your disappointment
you’d really just wanted to spend the night pressed up against eachother, making up for all the lost time
but you relented, mostly because Brian whispered in your ear “if we hurry home, we can get one round in before the party”
and you did, the sex frantic and sloppy, each of you grabbing at the other as if it was the last time you’d ever have sex
you both came quickly, after so many weeks apart
and then you were in a cab, on the way to Freddie’s place, Brian’s thumb tracing lazy circles up the inside of your thigh.
you press your legs together ever so slightly as his hand wanders upwards, past the hem of your (quite short) skirt, partly to give yourself friction, and partly to warn Brian not to try anything in the backseat of a cab
once inside Freddie’s, Brian can’t think of anything except the feeling of your skin against his
and he just has to have you, he doesn’t care if it’s in the middle of the party
you’re deep in conversation with Deacy; he’s telling you a story about tour, when Brian comes up to you from behind, wrapping a gentle hand around your shoulder
and you can feel his semi pressed against your ass
you smirk to yourself, pressing ever so slightly into him, egging him on
he sighs ever so softly, but you listen to the rest of John’s story
and then, finally, you excuse yourself to the restroom, hand brushing against Bri’s crotch ever so slightly as you go
needless to say, he follows you upstairs and into an empty bathroom
and then he’s got you pressed up against a tile wall, one of your legs hooked around him, and his hands waste no time trailing down your body, slipping up your skirt to pull your panties to the side
“already soaked for me, hmm love?” he says breathlessly
and you just nod, letting him move quickly, knowing he’ll be slow and gentle with you later, once you’ve both gotten over the horniness
you help him undo his belt, watching with your lip between your teeth as he shimmies his pants down his legs
you let your own underwear fall to the floor and move to sit on the counter, your skirt pushed up around your waist like an afterthought
you spread your legs so Bri can stand between them
he rests one hand flat against the mirror behind you, using the other to position himself at your entrance
“ready?” he says, as if he even has to ask
you give a quick nod and he pushes into you, his head falling into your shoulder
his breath is warm against your skin
as he starts to pump in and out of you, he reaches down to rub your clit
he’s barely started to thrust when the door handle turns
you feel like it happens in slow motion, the door swings open, and Roger’s blond head stumbles into the bathroom. already he’s the drunkest person at the party
Brian freezes, mid thrust, his eyes wide
instinctively, you wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer against you like a shield
“oh shit!” Roger says with a laugh “get it boyyyy” he slurs, and stumbles back out of the bathroom
you and Brian look at each other for a moment, before you both burst out laughing
needless to say, neither of you gets off at the party, but you’re some of the first people to leave
are u still taking requests? if so, what about when reader asks bri to tie her up and something goes off in him and he bangs her quite hard and she’s so happy or someth
Okay this ask is really hot and really fucks me up, like imagine one night you’re lounging on the sofa. Bri is in your arms, both of you slightly buzzed, and he asks in a low voice if you have any fantasies he doesn’t know about. You let the liquid courage get the better of you and laugh, saying “I think it’d be really hot to be tied down and let you have your way with me”.
Brian’s head whips around to look at you, his gaze snapping up to your face. “You’re serious?” He asks, watching you with sudden clarity, despite the wineglass on the table beside him.
Your face goes red and you stare at your lap. “I’m sorry, nevermind- I shouldn’t have said-”
“No no no,” he cuts you off. “I think it’s hot.”
You look at him to see a dangerous smile hinting at the corners of his mouth. “You do?”
He turns around to face you and pushes a stray piece of hair away from your face. “Mm-hmm” His hand drifts to your mouth, and he pushes two fingers past your lips, over your tongue, watching you intently as you suck on them. After a few second, he pulls them out of your mouth, trailing his hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your skirt, pushing it up slighly and rubbing you over the fabric of your panties. You let out a shaky breath at the pressure, but before you can even moan, he pulls his hand away. “Get up” he says, voice low, and you follow him silently, as he leads the way to the bedroom.
He pulls a tie from the closet and walks over to where you’re standing by the bed. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He asks, his mouth close enough to your face that you can feel his lips brush your ear. You nod, your throat tight with anticipation. Brian shakes his head. “I’m gonna need a little more than that from you babygirl” he says.
“I’m gonna be so good for you, Bri” you say softly.
“That’s what I want to hear.” He says, and pulls you closer to him, kissing you before biting your lower lip roughly. He pulls away to slide your shirt over your arms. “Get on the bed for me, okay love?” he says and you comply, climbing atop the covers.
He straddles you and takes both of your wrists in one long-fingered hand. “Arms up babygirl.” He says, and secures your wrists to the headboard tightly with the silk tie. When he’s done, he smirks down at you, admiring his handiwork. “Look at you so helpless for me” he says, hands trailing down your chest to the top of your panties. His eyes have a darkness you’re not used to as he studies your body.
He pulls your legs apart and looks up at you. “This okay love?” He asks. You nod, heart racing from the position you find yourself in. And then he pulls your panties to the side, licking your folds ever so gently. You buck your hips up to meet him, but he pushes you down with a firm hand, hard enough to leave a bruise. “I don’t think so doll” he says in a warning tone, and returns to leaving light kisses between your legs, just enough to keep you on edge, until you’re moaning and desperate beneath him.
You pull at the restraints, letting out a whimper as he pushes his tongue ever so slightly into your pussy. “Please” you whimper. “Please Bri please”
He pulls away from you, smirking. “Please what, princess?”
“Please touch me, fuck me, anything. I need more.” you say.
“So greedy.” He teases, but indulges you by pushing a finger into you, curling it upwards. He moves it in and out at a painstakingly slow pace and you find yourself rolling your hips upwards again.
“Thought I told you not to do that doll.” he says, pulling his finger out of you. You whine at the loss of contact and watch as he slowly lifts the finger to his lips, licking it clean, and never breaking eye contact with you.
You push your legs together for a little friction, any type of relief and pull on the restraints again, muttering under your breath “Fuck me”.
“What was that? What did you just say?” He teases, still not touching you.
“Fuck me” you repeat louder, adding on “Please.”
That’s all it takes for him to be on top of you again, sucking marks into your neck and pushing your panties all the way off. He shimmies out of his jeans and pushes your legs apart again, aligning himself at your entrance. “Are you ready for me?” he asks and you’ve barely nodded when he grabs onto your shoulders for leverage and thrusts into you, hard and deep. You let out a scream and grip onto the restraints around your hands tightly as Bri thrusts in and out of you with more energy than ever before. His chest is pressed up against yours, your faces touching as he pulls you closer to him so he can fuck you as hard as possible.
“Fuck! Just like that!” You moan which sets him off even more as he pulls in and out of you at an unbelievable pace.
As you near your highs together, his thrusts become more frantic, and he’s absolutely panting in your ear, cursing under his breath.
“Bri- Bri I’m gonna come” you warn him.
“Me too babygirl, come for me, come for me” he says between heavy breaths, and you let go, riding out your high as Brian continues to thrust deep inside you. Feeling you clench around him sets him off even further and he cums deep inside you, still gripping your shoulders tightly.
You’re both panting messes as you finish, and he slides out of you, reaching up to untie your arms. Your wrists are red from tugging so hard at the restraints, and he kisses them softly. “That was amazing” he says, and you trail your thumb across his mouth.
“Thank you” you whisper, resting your head on his chest.
(Okay not all of my little request drabbles will be this long but this one really got to me holy shit wow that was much longer than I intended it to be, I’m gonna go take a cold shower now bye)
(Also after this I really only want to write Bri smut forever and ever)
