perv!brian who’s obsessed with his roommate, you. the first few months living together was awkward for the both of you, but you adapted well. there were unspoken roles between you guys, therefore making it easier to share a living space.
perv!brian who was so nervous around you. it was a few weeks into your new living situation, you were in the kitchen cooking when brian walked in.
“hey, do you want some?” you asked gesturing at the food you were making. his eyes went wide and he cleared his throat.
“um, no, thanks.” brian said and immediately retreated back into his room. you would wonder about the interaction but brush it off.
perv!brian who went into his room after the short interaction, with a boner. a small groan left his mouth as he gently palmed his erection. the image was clear in his mind—your tits on display in the thin, spaghetti strap shirt you wore. your voice was so soft and kind, it kinda reminded brian of the lewd videos he frequents. the ones where the camera is perfectly angled at a pair of someone’s big boobs. her voice silky as she instructs the viewer how to reach their orgasm. a mocking coo coming front her as she calls him a “good boy.”
perv!brian who loved helping around the house as your friendship progressed. cooking a meal, putting together a piece of furniture, anything to hear you tell him he’s doing a good job.
“brian i love it so much! oh my god it’s so pretty!” you were admiring the new shelf you bought for your room. you were going to assemble it, but brian offered to do it while you were at work. “you did so good brian, thank you so much. just tell me how you want me to repay you, i’ll do anything.” you emphasized with your hands.
perv!brian who’s ears perked up when you complimented his work. he felt his cock throb in his pants as he heard you say he can pick his favor. his mind instantly went to the idea of asking you to suck his dick, in exchange for his voluntary favor. he imagined you being outraged by his ideas
“you sick fucking perv, do you get off to this?” you’d spit at him, maybe push him. he let out a quiet, involuntary moan at the thought of you calling him out. you stopped your rambling and put your hand on brian’s shoulder.
“you okay?” your eyes were filled with concern. brian cleared his throat and nodded. his hands awkwardly rub on the pockets of his jeans.
“yeah, i’m all good. gonna head to my room, i’m glad you like it.” brian declares, his words left his mouth slowly—almost as if he was carefully choosing his words.
perv!brian who has been trying to suppress the way he feels about you. he had stopped sneaking looks at you, and entering your room when you were out. progress was being made, until you brought home dinner one night. the two of you casually talked while setting the table, giggling whenever one of you said something funny. during your meal, you realized that brian had sauce on his lip. you lifted your thumb, and wiped away the sauce that was on his mouth. you innocently brought your finger to your mouth and sucked the sauce from your thumb.
perv!brian who relapsed as he made his way into your room. it had been a few days since the dinner, but he could recall the events so clearly. usually when brian went into your room, he’d take something you wouldn’t miss, then go back to his own room. this time, brian wanted to feel closer to you. he made his way into your bed and wrapped himself in your blanket. he closed his eyes as he recollected that night.
perv!brian who jerked his cock in your bed so aggressively, but couldn’t cum. he stopped his frantic movements and let out a tired sigh. his chest rises and falls a bit before he brings both of his hands to his cock again. eyes closed and hands stroking slow, brian’s mouth opens and he lets out a loud moan. one of his hands slaps over his mouth to suppress his noises. he slides two of his fingers in his mouth and wishes they were yours. his hands were practically abusing his dick but, he still needed more. brian grabbed one of the stuffed animals that sat on your bed and began rubbing it on his cock. he let out loud moans and drool pooled out of his mouth, with his fingers still in his mouth. the spot brian was sitting on your bed, was right in front of the mirror in your room. he got a view of his appearance and immediately got harder. he wanted you to walk in on him, scream at him, and punish him for being such a pervert. brian’s eyes closed as he felt strings of cum paint his hand, head lolling to the side.
perv!brian who installed a hidden camera in your shared bathroom. he loved watching you shower, carefully washing your body, so oblivious. brian especially loved to watch you clean yourself, when you came from the gym. the way your skin glistened with sweat, and you were visibly relaxed after exercising. the way you slightly struggled to take off the tight clothes, bouncing to help free yourself. brian’s breathing would pick up and he felt like he was going to cum in his pants. sometimes after you exited the bathroom, brian would come up to you and say
“y/n, you smell so good.” you noticed a smile on his face and assumed he really liked the scent.
“thanks brian, i got it from target i think it’s that brand, native? yeah, one of the girl scouts scents!” you said, naively answering your roommate, not sensing the smugness in his demeanor.
heyyy guys ik this is probably giving “here damn!” but i just was working on this since the beginning of the month and i’m high so ntm but i was like omfg let me write something cause i do miss posting on here but HERES MY MOMTJLY POST WHO CHEERED! also someone asked did i have anything for brian and ackshully the perv!shota was supposed to be perv!brian but i thought he’d be different ykyk but i’m doing him some justice now! ummm see y’all next month!💗
“Baby, open your mouth for me.” You whispered, your fingers fastening on Brian’s jaw as you guided his face so that his dark eyes could meet yours. His skin felt feverish underneath your touch, a blush of heat spreading across his cheeks.
“Do you still want this, Brian?” You asked him, straddling his shoulders. Your hand wrapping around the black strap, caressing over the silicone cock. He cried out as you brushed it over his lips, tracing the shape of his mouth. “Use your words.”
“Please…” he mumbled, his tongue flicking over the tip. His fingertips chased over the lace of your stockings, palms gripping your ass as he drew you closer. It drove the cock even deeper into his mouth and he moaned around it, a delicious sound that sent a rush of ecstasy coursing through your synapses.
“Good boy.” You murmured lovingly, your fingers tangling in his unruly dark curls. “Do you think you can take a little more?”
Dom! Freddie, Roger & John have Sub! Brian have a vibrator in him during dinner, Roger has the remote, and he ends up coming in his pants. The Doms punish him when they get home.
Brian could die of embarrassment! He whispers softly to John’s ear that he came in his pants making the other Doms look at him. They don’t wait to finish the dinner.
When they get home Brian knows it will be a long night from him. In fact the other three use overstimulation as punishment for him! And it’s not one of Brian’s favorire! But since he wanted to come so bad then he will come all night long
Summary: Brian may x fem!reader. Visiting Bri in Cancún after not seeing him for over a month.
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: fluff and smut (18+!! marked with ***)
A/N: This is a super soft and smutty oneshot the evolved from a request I got. I hope you all enjoy, and any feedback in the form of likes, replies, reblogs, and asks about it are greatly appreciated! Requests are open! (more info at the end)
Request: a request for smut with 80′s Bri and female reader. anon, this is for you, I incorporated as much as I could of the rest of your request ;)
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It was always a treat to travel with Brian. He was gone for such long periods at least every other year, usually more, and there were only so many times that your schedules matched up so you could go with him. This one was especially exciting, as you had never been to Mexico. They had about a month rest once they finished the Central American leg of The Game Tour called Gluttons for Punishment. You would be meeting Brian in Cancún to vacation during that break.
It had been too long since you had seen him, and this month couldn’t come soon enough. Brian would call you as often as he could, but that wasn’t the same. You had visited him once in the last year on tour, but it was always rushed and never enough. This month would be the first in a while with no distractions; no shows, no recording, no work, and, though you loved them like family, none of the other boys.
Some days, you didn’t even notice the passage of time because it happened so quickly, and others seemed to drag on for twice as long as they should have. But, eventually, it was the day that you were leaving to the airport, and though you didn’t necessarily like flying, you were buzzing with excitement to get on the plane that would take you to Brian.
It was almost a 24 hour travel period from London to Mexico, but luckily you had gotten some sleep on the flight over the Atlantic. Walking off the plane, you looked around to see if he was nearby and caught a glimpse of him standing a little off to the side of the crowd of people waiting for their own family members. Once the two of you made eye contact, you practically sprinted over to him, dropping your carry-on bag on the floor and throwing yourself into his arms.
He was pretty used to this sort of attack of saying hello, and hugged you tightly back, lifting you off the ground for a second as he did. You giggled into his neck and he laughed along with you at the feeling.
“Missed you, Bri. I love you,” you said as you pulled back to look into his eyes. Your own were a little misty at seeing him in person finally.
“Me too, I love you so much,” he replied, before giving you a sweet kiss that made your heart flutter.
Taking a step back and looking at him, you could tell he was already in vacation mode; wearing a loose linen shirt that was half undone as always, and some little white shorts that made your heart rate increase even more than just seeing him for the first time in months did.
Ignoring that feeling for the moment, the two of you took your bags to the car and made your way to the house Brian had rented for the month. It was a little bit far away, but you spent the time catching up on some of the stories Brian hadn’t yet told you about the tour.
The house was right on the beach. It had a large deck facing the ocean that would be perfect for watching the sunrise in the morning and stargazing at night, which you knew was probably the deciding factor for Brian choosing it. Your astrophysicist of a husband was incredibly cute, but possibly a little predictable. After putting your bags in your bedroom and unpacking a little, the two of you headed to the kitchen once you heard your stomach rumbling.
“Do you want me to make you something to eat, love?” Brian asked as you sat down at one of the bar stools.
“You have food?” you asked hopefully.
“Well, I have been here for three days already. I don’t only eat in restaurants on tour, you know,” he reminded you.
“Hmmm, in that case, could you make me a cheese toastie?” you requested.
“Really? Just a cheese toastie? Do you not trust my cooking skills?” he teased as he started pulling out the ingredients.
“No, I completely trust you, chef Brian,” you told him with a smirk. “It’s just that ever since Deaky made everyone one for lunch before you guys left, I’ve been eating them. Mainly when I’ve been too busy or tired for anything else, and this seems like one of those times,” you explained with a sheepish smile that made Brian chuckle.
He walked over to you once the first side was cooking, and wrapped his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder. You couldn’t see his body, but you assumed he was almost bent double since the stools were pretty low. The thought made you giggle to yourself.
“What’s so funny?” Brian asked curiously.
“I’m just thinking about how contorted your body must be to stand in this position,” you told him, still giggling a little bit. “I think I might be a little goofy from the travel and exhaustion.”
“That tracks, but you’re right, this is more than marginally uncomfortable,” Brian said as he stood up straight. You leaned back against him and closed your eyes, feeling his hands softly tuck your hair behind your ears so he could see your face better as he looked down at you. Just taking in your features for the first time in over a month was enough to put his mind at ease.
You sighed contentedly and stayed there for a minute before you spoke up, “Bri?”
“Yes love,” he asked, still lost in the comfort of being close to you again.
“Don’t burn the toast.”
“Oh!” he exclaimed softly, moving from behind you to flip the sandwich over. “How do you manage to be so on top of things, even when you’re travel-goofy and your eyes are closed?”
“Dunno,” you mumbled as you slowly opened your eyes to find him leaned over the counter, face level with yours and only a few inches away. You jumped a little and he laughed softly, closing the distance and meeting your lips for a chaste kiss.
You whined when he pulled back, chasing his lips with yours, but he ignored your noises, hard though it was. He was quickly back at the stove, putting your toastie on a plate and cutting it in half diagonally. He placed it in front of you, and you picked up a piece, taking a bite and closing your eyes with satisfaction.
“Mmm, it’s perfect, Bri,” you moaned out with your first bite. “Here, have the other half, I’m not too hungry,” you told him.
“You sure?” he asked, trying not to think about your moaning in another context. How much he had missed hearing those moans straight from your mouth to his ear and not over the phone.
“Yeah, go for it,” you reassured him, nudging the plate towards him.
He took the other half off of the plate and started eating, only realizing how hungry he was once he took the first bite. The two of you ate your sandwiches in comfortable silence, just happy to be in each other’s presence. Once you were done, he put the plate in the sink, and you walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom, giggling as you bumped into him repeatedly.
Still tired, you slowly brushed your teeth and washed your face. Once that was done, you pulled out your pajama set and started undressing. Brian was brushing his teeth with the door open, and through the mirror saw your nearly bare form. He stared for a second, but shook the thought from his head. You were tired, and he just wanted you to be comfortable and rest. There would be time for all of that later.
Little did Brian know, you had noticed him staring in the mirror when he was focused on the way your hips and breasts looked and wasn’t paying attention to where your eyes were. You knew what he wanted, and after a month of nothing, you wanted it just as much.
Climbing into bed to wait for him, you watched him as he changed into his own pajamas. Your eyes raked over the parts of his legs that hadn’t already been exposed by the little shorts and you bit your lip when you saw the muscles of his arms and back flex as he pulled his shirt over his head. You smiled to yourself thinking about how it was about to come right off.
Brian joined you in the bed, laying down facing you, grabbing your waist and pulling you up next to him. He kissed you softly, and you sighed into it, grabbing his face to keep him close.
Brian hadn’t meant for anything more to happen, knowing that you were tired, but you deepened the kiss anyway, sweeping your tongue along his bottom lip until he granted you access and then lazily moving your tongue with his. Then, you rolled onto your back, pulling him half on top of you. He made a little sound of surprise and pulled away slightly.
“We don’t-- have to do anything-- aren’t you-- tired?” Brian asked you softly, and in between soft kisses you were interrupting him with.
“I’m tired but not too tired for this,” you said, pausing to plant little kisses along his cheeks and jaw before saying, a little needily, “I’ve missed you, Bri.”
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Your words and your tone convinced him to go with it. He moved over you completely, following your lead and deepening the kiss. He moved his hands along your body, trying to soak up the feeling of touching you that he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. Your hands tangled in his hair, keeping him close and giving little tugs every so often so he would moan into your mouth.
Brian moved his mouth from yours and kissed his way down your jaw to your neck. There, he planted open-mouthed kisses interspersed with whispers and mumbles of “I missed you.” You shivered at the feeling of his mouth on your neck and his breathy words against your skin. Running your hands down his back and lightly scratching as you went, you held him close. After a minute though, Brian was more repeating “I missed you,” than kissing you, and he almost seemed to be shaking in your arms.
To investigate, you moved your hands to his shoulders and pushed him lightly back so you could see his face. The sight broke your heart a little. His face was red and blotchy, and his eyes were filled with tears that were just about to spill over.
“Bri, honey, what’s wrong?” you asked in concern, moving your hands to his face and wiping the one tear that did fall down his cheek.
“Nothing, I- I just missed you so much. I’m sorry about this” he said, relaxing slightly at your touch, but still a little fragile as he looked away from your face.
“It’s okay, you have nothing to be sorry for. You know you can always tell me how you feel. Plus I think I remember someone else crying at the airport. And I missed you too, Brian, so much,” you smoothed some stray tendrils from his face and then asked him to find out what would make him feel better, “What do you want?”
“You,” he replied, looking back to you with what almost looked like desperation in his eyes.
“Are you sure?” you asked, not wanting him to feel obligated by what you had said earlier.
He nodded in reply before adding, “I need you.”
Softly, you guided him off of you and so he was laying against the pillows at the headboard, “Let me take care of you, baby.”
You knelt at his side, leaning down and kissing him lovingly. As you rested one hand on his chest and the other on his side, he moved his to cup your face. You deepened the kiss but kept it soft, knowing that this was not the time for rushing.
After a little bit, you leaned back and pulled at the hem of Brian’s shirt so he lifted his arms and took it off. Then you did the same with your own, revealing yourself to him for the express purpose of his pleasure for the first time in months.
Gently, you grabbed his hands and guided them to your breasts before returning to the kiss. Brian reacquainted himself with your body, remembering what caresses made you moan and gasp lightly into his mouth. In another moment, you pulled Brian’s pajama pants and underwear off, doing the same with your own next.
After taking the next few minutes just to remind him of your love with passionate kisses, you decided it was time to move on. You moved your hand to his already hard shaft, stroking him softly but just enough so he was eager for more. As you slightly increased your pressure, precum started leaking from his tip, and you palmed his head to spread it around his length. As you did, his hips bucked up slightly into your hand.
Breaking away from his mouth, you started moving down his body, planting a kiss here and there on the column of his neck, the middle of his chest, and right above his belly button.
Just before you got to his cock, Brian lifted his head from its position laid back on the pillows, and stuttered out while you kept pumping your hand, “I-I- you-” before you stopped him.
“Just taking care of you, Bri,” you told him, looking into his eyes as you planted a soft kiss on the head of his cock.
He took in a shuddering breath but laid his head back down, submitting to the feeling of your mouth enveloping his cock. You started slow, bobbing your head up and down inch by inch, making sure to use your tongue along the underside to tease the head and shaft. As you worked him, he moaned softly into the air, tensing his hands on and off.
When you felt him just starting to tense up, you took his cock from your mouth and continued to jerk him off with your hands. You did this so you could pay more attention to his balls, knowing that they were one of his most sensitive areas. Pressing your lips to them, you opened your mouth and sucked lightly, causing Brian to moan out louder than he had all night. Knowing that you were making him feel so good made you enjoy doing so as much as you did. As you continued the ministrations of both your hands and mouth, Brian got louder and louder and his fists clenched in the sheets. You licked and sucked, moving around from his balls to the base of his cock repeatedly. You could tell he was getting close when his moans started rising in pitch as well as volume, and before he got to the edge, you stopped, stilling your hands and lifting your head.
Brian looked down in time to see you plant three kisses up the length of his cock before you sat up all the way and climbed up his body. Straddling him, you brought your lips to his again and he kissed you back in what seemed like gratitude. Not wanting to make Brian wait any longer, and feeling pretty needy yourself, you lifted yourself and grabbed Brian’s dick to position it at your entrance. You were already wet and ready from the way Brian had reacted to your ministrations, so you didn’t hesitate when you sunk down on him, taking him in until your bodies were flush. Feeling you slide all the way down caused Brian’s breath to catch in his throat, and his eyes almost started tearing up again with the intimacy he felt sharing this moment with you.
Before you started moving, you kissed him again, trying to express the same feeling to him. Resting on your knees, you began moving your hips up and down, riding him slowly but surely to get used to the feeling once again.
Even though it had been so long, it didn’t take any time for it to feel incredible. It’s like it was better than you remembered, and before long you felt that heat in your lower stomach starting to gather. The kiss you were sharing became a little off-center, but continued anyway. Neither of you wanted to break away from each other.
Wanting more contact and some guidance, you grabbed Brian’s hands and placed them on your waist. Gripping hard enough to help guide you, but not hard enough to take control, his hands felt like anchors keeping you from drifting away from the moment.
You felt yourself getting close, and could tell Brian was getting there too. His cock was hitting all the best spots inside of you, and when you shifted your hips forward just right, your clit ground on his base. You bit his bottom lip lightly and swiveled your hips at the same time and Brian let out a whine that made it so you couldn’t help but move faster.
The increase in speed and the friction it caused pushed you right to the edge, but you wanted to take care of Brian first.
“Bri, baby, come for me,” you moaned against his lips, clenching your walls around him as you did. The whole time, Brian had let you be in control and kept his hips still, only offering guidance with his hands on your hips. With your words and the feeling of your heat tightening around him though, he was helplessly out of control and his hands tightened around your waist, bringing you down on him harder and his own hips bucked up into you as he pumped into you through his orgasm.
All of it became too much for you. With the feeling of his hands almost bruising into your hips to keep you close, his breathy moans and whines as he came, the wonderful feeling of the head of his cock hitting harder against your g-spot with his thrusts, and finally the feeling of his cum painting your walls, you came apart on top of him. You felt the pleasure spread from your core up through your abdomen and out to your legs as you lost the ability to move on top of him and just tensed tightly and then released your entire body several times, moaning Brian’s name again and again.
As you were coming down, you felt Brian’s hands pulling you down to rest on top of him gently. You nuzzled your face in his neck, moving your left hand to caress his face and the right to hold his left. Brian hadn’t pulled out just yet, wanting to keep you close to him for longer, and you shifted your hips so you could relax your muscles while still keeping him inside of you. Settled, you kissed his neck sweetly.
“I’m always here to take care of you,” you lifted your head to look up at him, “however you need.”
Brian tilted his head down to kiss you, finally feeling completely relaxed with your weight on top of him and your warmth around him. He nodded, smiling softly at you, “You treat me so well, Y/N. Have I told you how I love you more than all the stars in the sky?”
***
“Do you mean more than you love all the stars in the sky, or more than the amount of all the stars in the sky?” you teased lightly.
He laughed at your ability to bring levity to any situation, “Both.”
“That’s a lot coming from an astrophysicist,” you pointed out and he nodded solemnly before smiling brightly at you. That was the response you were looking for, so you continued, “Well, I might not know how many or much that is, but despite my ignorance, I will confidently say that I love you that much too.”
With one more loving kiss, you laid back down on him, resting your face in the crook of his neck and sighed contently. Being away from the one you loved for so long and so often was hard, and that meant you were going to appreciate every moment of this beach vacation with your incredible astrophysicist husband.
I just kinda created this taglist and added some people I thought might appreciate some sub!bri, so if you would like to be taken off or added, just send me a message or ask!
Reminder that my requests are open! If you would like something in a sort of one shot format/length or blurb, etc. send it in! I’ll write for any of the Borhap or Queen boys (Freddie only platonically), Lucy, Patrick Murray, Gardner Langway and adult!Tim Murphy or possibly any of the other characters these people have played if I know enough about them!
can we get more sub brian with a kink for having his hair pulled? ideally more of the reader tugging his hair at inappropriate times to get him hard and worked up in front of the boys
We sure can!! (I told you this would take me either two hours or two months... oops 😂 Sorry!! xx)
Includes: public teasing, power dynamics. 18+ only.
- It starts the fourth or fifth time you have sex. At first, it’s really sweet and vanilla, and he makes you feel amazing. You hold each other close, kiss a lot, make a lot of eye contact, and it’s all about your mutual pleasure. No power dynamics. Then, he’s giving you head, and you’re groaning and gripping his hair, and he literally whimpers and goes to town immediately. You smirk to yourself, not knowing that’s the kind of reaction he’d have. Especially when you barely tugged. Only tangled your hand in his curly hair.
- From then on, you explored your power dynamics more. Every time you used a more commanding tone in the bedroom, told him what to do, praised him, or, especially, tugged his hair, he’d be putty in your hands. He’d begin worshipping your body, blushing, whimpering, getting so worked up like it was all too much for him to handle.
- One day, you’re all out for dinner, the band and their partners. Sitting quite close to Brian, you’re striking his thigh under the table. It looks innocent, and honestly that’s how you intended it to be. You don’t even realise Brian is shifting slightly in his seat and his cheeks are tinting pink.
- While you’re all chatting, someone is sharing an anecdote and everyone’s laughing, Brian is oddly quite. “You okay, bub?” You whisper in his ear when you realise he hadn’t said anything in a good 10 minutes. The nickname was a habit; you knew how much he loved being your baby. He merely nodded, and whispered back, “I’m okay. Just...” he trailed off, and you knew exactly what he was thinking when he flicked his eyes down to his lap and blushed. Your eyes grew wide, and nodded. “I see...”
- The rest of the night, you had your fingers wound in Brian’s hair. Again, it looked innocent. Sweet. But you knew how much Brian wanted to whine and bring his hand to his hard crotch. At one point, Brian was talking, and you smirked to yourself and tugged his hair ever so slightly. No one else would even notice. Yet, Brian did. He stuttered and stammered, his breath hitching in his throat. “A-And, and, then I-I, um....” he said, his voice breathy. “You right, mate?” John asked, and it made your chest swell knowing how much he was wrapped around your finger.
- It become sort of a game between the two of you; how much you could work Brian up by tugging his hair, and how well he could keep himself together. In front of the rest of the band. (Albeit, you usually won.)
- Another time, you were accompanying the band to a rehearsal, and Brian was perched on the edge of the drum riser, guitar in his lap, strumming a few random chords while the others intensely chatted about something closer to the other side of the room. You moved closer to him, slinging an arm around his shoulders, and he instinctively moved into you. Your fingers ran through his hair, and for a while you just sat like that, listening to the conversation. Then, you gripped a peice of his hair, and tugged it from the roots. Hard. Brian fluttered his eyes shut, letting out a whimpering, moaning noise. Immediately, his cheeks flushed and his eyes widened, realising what just happened.
- His eyes were glued to the other three, and luckily they hadn’t heard, too caught up in their conversation. “What’s wrong, baby? Worried the boys will find out how much of a sub you are for me? How you’re on your knees or whimpering just at the thought of me punishing you?” You whispered right in his ear. Maybe you were taking it a little too far, but the image of Brian getting hard in public trying to cover it up and act normal was so hot.
- “I’m-I’m- please...” he whispered softly back, and the only way you knew was to respond was to tug another bit of his hair again. The noise he made, this time, caused three pairs of eyes to look in your direction.
- “What’s wrong, baby?” You asked louder this time, a sweet, innocent tilt to your voice.
summary: Brian is a fucking vision, kneeling there naked on the floor of their bedroom, looking up at him with doe eyes and red, spit-slick lips. He’s so hard, just from sucking John off, his cock red and leaking between his legs, and when John leans down to kiss him Brian moans softly against his lips, a needy and pitiful little thing.
“Sir...” he breathes when John pulls away. “Can I… I need to come, sir,” he whispers. “Please, can I come?”
John searches his face for a long moment. “Not yet,” he says.
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Or, Brian loves to be told no. John loves to be the one to tell him.
Brian just got back from his astronomy camp and after being away from his three boyfriends for almost four weeks with zero contact (cuz he’s deep in the mountains so no signal really), he bought a whole set of provocative lingerie to wear to bed hoping that it would please them. So he snuck home while the they were out, showered and put the lingerie and a little make-up on, then wrapped himself in a fluffy bath robe to wait for them to come home on their big and comfy bed. But he must have accidentally fallen asleep while waiting and the bath robe must have slipped off his shoulder during that because suddenly the touch of three pairs of very eager hands (pulling his bra strap, tugging off his robe all that) woke him up as they’re “opening their present” and “the whole dress up thing must be for them right better not be for someone else”
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I had to do some weird formatting because it’s a submission, but I think it’s clear enough. Anyway! This was a cute prompt! I mean, I know it was meant to be kinky, but my brain said no to that idea.
Circa Modern Era
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Thanks to a little scheming between Tim, Veronica, and himself, Brian knows that he’s going to be home alone until evening. His boyfriends were expecting him around 8, anyway. A fib he isn’t exactly proud of, but they never asked if it was morning or night. He does a tiny spin in front of the mirror, happy to see that everything looks like it fits right. The panties (men’s this time because he learned why women have different styles last time, it had been fun but the chafing later had not been worth it) hug what little ass he has.
He checks the garter belt straps to the stockings. Brian tugs one of the babydoll straps so that it’s hanging off his shoulder, and then decides to put it back both bra straps already having slipped. The final piece of this set is a choker with a star pendant hanging off the D-ring (sue him, the entire set is star themed gold stars set into thin navy mesh). Since it’s only a quarter until seven, Brian clasps the necklace loosely.
Nervousness flutters in his stomach. While he’s been thinking about nothing seeing his boyfriends since he got on the bus this morning, maybe they don’t want to jump straight into sex? He makes a last-second decision to pull on (Roger’s, because it’s far too short and tight in the shoulders) bathrobe and then heads toward their bedroom. Brian ties the robe loosely and picks up a National Geographic from the magazine basket and settles against the pillow.
Their bed, while not the softest, feels nice. He’s been camping out for the past two weeks and the ground is only so comfortable. Brian curls up to read an article on deforestation.
~~~
It’s the cold air hitting his back that starts to wake him up. Brian groans as he’s rolled onto his back, it doesn’t take him long to wake up. Searching hands roam his body, above and under the clothing. He flutters his eyes open.
The snap of a strap sends him into full wakefulness.
Roger grins.
Someone licks up the side of his neck, Brian shivers at the hot hair against his now wet neck, “what a lovely present.”
Roger’s hands are tugging at the tie of the bathrobe, “we should open it hm? Can we John?”
He flicks his eyes to where the youngest is standing at the foot of the bed. Brian rolls his shoulder just enough that the strap of the babydoll falls. John’s eyes darken.
“I’d say he is ours,” John growls.
Brian groans.
“I’d hate to come home to such a wonderful gift, in our bed and learn it wasn’t for us,” Freddie hums.
Brian bats his eyes. John practically jumps onto the bed. Their lips meet in a gentle kiss that leaves him breathless. He practically feels how much John missed him, and Brian knows John can tell. Who the hell told him going away for two weeks was a good idea?
When Roger whines in impatience, John breaks the kiss, “Fred’s turn.”
“Hey! I was the one that found him!”
Freddie is already tugging Brian over to him. Brian sits up, but a hand from Freddie stops him.
“Lay back,” Freddie says softly, “we can’t have our prince doing any work.”
“Prince?” Brian arches an eyebrow.
He leans back as Freddie leans forward their lips connecting again, “mhmm.”
They break apart and Brian is already panting.
“Our Star Prince.”
Roger cuts off any response, including blushing but claiming Brian’s kiss. When Roger misses any of them, be it two hours or two weeks, he kisses with his entire body. Hands in hair, chest to chest, and if John wasn’t blocking the path, Roger would be in his lap.
He’s finally home. They break the kiss and he’s grinning. The look is mirrored on his boys’ faces.
“What is your wish, your highness?”
Brian rolls his eyes at Freddie, but beckons him closer with an overly posh motion, “make love to me.”
Freddie kisses the back of his hand. Not to be outdone, Roger bows as best he can in his kneeling position, to kiss Brian’s other hand. Brian lets out a short laugh at the same time John releases a fond huff.
“Whatever shall we do with your court jesters?”
“Hey!” “Rude!”
Brian wraps his legs around John’s him and manages to convince John to lean over him.
“Want to make them watch a knight in shining armor absolutely ruin his prince?”
Maybe one time, Brian has displeased his masters, and they're angry with him, but they decide to take him, and while Freddie takes him, Bri starts crying while Freddie fucks him because he thinks he doesn't deserve them but they're quick to reassure him. (I can honestly see Brian crying during sex, and it weirdly appeals to me 😅)
“Brian,” Freddie said firmly, “I can’t believe you would do such a thing.”
“No-one got hurt,” Brian sulked as he began rubbing cream into his fingers as he always did after a concert. “Just the stupid guitar.”
“That stupid guitar, Brian, is one that John Birch put his heart and soul into crafting,” Roger’s voice was sharp. “Just as you did with the Old Lady. He didn’t deserve to see it smashed to pieces because you didn’t tune it correctly.”
“That stupid thing never holds a tune!” Brian was frustrated that his lovers couldn’t see it. “And it’s not like you can talk, you’ve trashed a drum kit before-”
“Brian.” John didn’t even raise his voice, just used a chilling tone that had everyone at full stop, the tone he used when giving orders. “You’re not be a brat just because you can’t tune a guitar.”
There was a beat of silence, where everyone waited to see what Brian’s reaction would be.
“What would you know about tuning guitars? You’re just the bassist.”
(Inwardly, Freddie, Roger and John all groaned.)
“Right.” Now John’s voice was clipped, signalling that he was genuinely upset. “Hurry and get dressed. We’ll discuss this further at the room.”
Brian finally had the good sense to drop his head. He’d really done it this time.
*
“T-twenty, sir. Thankyou, sir.”
Brian let himself sag just a little, leaning more weight on his crossed forearms. His ass was absolutely on fire after twenty strokes with the whip, all three of his masters not holding back with their strength, either. The spreader bar was holding his ankles in place, exposing himself to them, the plug inserted earlier shifting as he moved.
“Freddie, you can go first.”
Brian choked on a moan as the plug was pulled out and replaced with something much thicker and longer in Freddie’s cock. Freddie didn’t hesitate, immediately starting a punishing pace.
“You know why you’re getting this punishment, don’t you, Brian?” Roger asked coolly.
Brian nodded.
“Tell us why.”
“B-because,” Brian swallowed, tears pricking his eyes, “because I was a brat.”
“How were you a brat, Brian?”
“I - I smashed the Birch Special.”
“And?” Freddie dug fingers into Brian’s flesh, right where two of the most solid whip strikes had impacted; Brian’s brain flashed white.
“And…and I was rude to John afterwards.” Brian broke, tears streaming down his face. “I’m - I’m s-sorry, s-sir-”
“Yellow,” John’s voice suddenly rang out, and Freddie slowed his pace until he stilled, knowing that an abrupt stop could make things worse.
“John?”
“Brian, love, you’re crying,” John’s tone was soft, gentle, his fingers tenderly wiping away tears. “What’s wrong, Brian? Tell me. Did we hurt you?”
Brian shook his head frantically. “N-no, sir.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I - I’m s-such a b-bad sub, I d-don’t deserve to have such good masters,” Brian wept, unable to hold back the dark thoughts crowding in.
“Whoa, whoa.” Roger joined John, one hand smoothing over Brian’s back. “Bri, that’s not at all true.”
“It is true,” Brian sniffed. “A g-good sub wouldn’t spoken to John like that-”
“Okay, I’m calling red,” Freddie declared, pulling out of Brian carefully and bending down to undo the cuffs on the bar. “My darling, you lost your temper, it happens. It doesn’t make you a bad sub.”
Roger helped ease Brian down onto his side, rubbing the cream they kept on hand into his sore skin; Freddie went to fetch the towels, but John pressed himself straight up against Brian’s front, cupping his face in his hands and kissing him tenderly.
“We love you, Bri,” he whispered. “I love you. Never doubt that, you wonderful, perfect sub.”
