Better Keep it Quiet (Sub!Brian May x Reader)
Summary: You decide to jerk him off in public
Pairing: Brian May x Reader
Warning: blowjobs, 18+, smut, etc.
Word Count: 1449
Yourself, Brain and the rest of the band were currently filling yourselves with drinks at the local nightclub after the band had finished a gig earlier that night. With the place crowded with too many people, obnoxiously loud rock music and smoke haze filling the air, both you and Brian had snuck off to the back of the club, sitting in a booth that was safely tucked away from all the commotion.
With your body leaning against his, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, a mixed drink was passed back and forth between the two of you. Although it was still early in the night, the prior gig sure made both of you tired. Mainly Bri.
“Why don't we start heading out?” Brian questions, hand gently rubbing at your arm as his chin rested on the top of your head.
“Not yet,” you sigh, looking up to him, “the night is still young,” giving him a small smile while sitting up a little taller to give his lips a peck.
“Alright, if you say so,” easily disregarding his request, he holds the glass of gin and tonic up to your lipstick coated lips so you could take a sip.
With your hands resting on the table top, you decided to take one and rest it firmly on Brian's thigh, starting to stoke it relatively close to his cock. With the slight gasp of air he took in, you could immediately tell the contact was sudden for him.
“Why don’t I take care of that?” you say softly, audible enough for him to hear you over the music while looking down to the bulge that was growing in front of your eyes being restrained in his velvet pants.
Brian approvingly grinned to you, starting to gather his stuff from the table and jacket on the seat. You were quick to stop him, grabbing his wrist firmly in your grasp.
“Where do you think you’re going?” you smile almost cynically, watching as confusion clouded his face.
“Aren’t we going back to my place?” he rebuttals, exchanging glances from your eyes to the hand tightly wrapped around his wrist.
“No, I’ll take care of you right here, silly,” you say sweetly, giving your head a slight shake to indicate you were kind of sad he didn’t catch on.
“There’s people here,”brian retorted, looking as if he were a deer caught in headlights with his wide eyes and furrowed brows.
“I know,” you simply present him with an innocent smile back, giving the area a double take before starting to slide yourself under the table. With the intoxicated people around you, all busy in their own party shenanigans, they truly wouldn’t notice if a couple in the corner was getting it on.
“Y/n, what are you doing?” Bri said in a panicked state, trying to stop you before you visibly disappeared under the table cloth, “people are going to see you!”
“No one is going to see me,” you pat the side of his knee before emerging yourself under the table, resting on both your knees as you positioned yourself between his long lanky legs. Peeking up from under the tablecloth to look up at the already flushed face of Brian, “People might see you so I would suggest holding in the moans and grunts if I were you.”
Without waiting for a response, you unbuttoned and unzipped his bellbottoms, pushing them down enough in order for you to pull out his length on full display only for you. Taking it in one hand, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
Already, Brian was a quivering mess, holding onto his drink for dear life as his other hand grasped tightly at the cushion that was lining the booth.
Starting to softly pump him in one hand, you admired how delicious it he was, cock glistening in pre-cum. Flicking his tip with the tip of your tongue, one of his legs bucked up, hitting the table causing the contents on top of it to noisily rattle. You remove your hand from the base of his cock almost immediately.
“Baby, at this rate you’ll have the whole club’s attention andthe rest of the block,” you shake your head disapprovingly, giving the tip of his cock another flick with your tongue. His leg bucked again, but not as much as before.
“Stop teasing, then,” he looked down to you, trying to sound dominant but instead sounding like a whiny and whimpering child.
“Stop being greedy,” you take his length in your mouth, pulling your head away until your lips popped off of it, “or I’m not gonna let you cum.”
Looking like a hot mess, a tiny ‘sorry’ was all he was able to get past his lips, bringing the drink to his mouth to keep it occupied.
“Good boy,” you say while kissing his knee, bringing your hand back around his cock, starting to pump it again.
Your lips now wrapped around his length and your head bobbing around it, Brian was having trouble keeping in his moans, biting his bottom lip roughly as the hand that was grasping the cushion was brought to your hair.
With his hand now clenched around your hair, you couldn’t do anything but allow his sensitive body to find some form of relief as he tried his best to contain himself from embarrassing exposure from the rest of the club noticing the two of you.
Removing your mouth from his throbbing dick to speak to him, your hand was still pumping at a fast pace, knowing it wouldn’t take long till he was brought to his climax.
“You going to cum for me, baby?” you grin while licking a line up the inside of his thigh- his quiveringthigh might I add. All he did was nod quickly, refusing to speak knowing a groan would definitely escape his lips. I mean, he couldn’t control himself as it was, hearing tiny strings of whines and moans from your place under the table.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” you state plainly taking his length back in your mouth, “now,” you repeat, mouth filled with his length.
With Brian's head rested against the back of the booths seat, hands holding tightly at his glass and within your hair, his orgasm ran through him roughly, his body spasming under your control.
Feeling his hot seed fill your mouth, you swallow without hesitation, bringing two of your fingers to stoke up his cock to grab the cum that was dripping down it. That motion alone caused him to moan quite audibly, suggesting he was sensitive to touch.
Hoisting yourself up and out from under the table, you returned to your previous spot in the booth, admiring the red-cheeked and flustered Brian sitting beside you.
“Open,” you say sternly, bringing your hand to hold tightly at his chin. With his mouth now open, you take your two fingers covered in his cum and slip them in his mouth, tapping on his chin gently so he would close his parted lips.
“That's how wonderful you taste,” you smile to him, feeling his warm tongue swirl around your fingers as he took his own taste in. Although his eyes stared darkly back at your own, you could only focus on the tiny beads of sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.
“You were very good for me, baby,” you give his pink cheek a kiss, sliding your fingers out from his mouth.
Still trying to catch his breath and stabilize himself, you continued to interrupt him before he was able to truly speak.
“I’m going to go clean up in the bathroom,” you pick up one of his hand to kiss his knuckle, “I suggest you meet me there in five unless you want to be punished tonight.”
Sliding out of the booth, you gave Brian a playful wink before you made your way to the bathroom.
After fully collecting himself several minutes after you left, he slid out of the booth starting to walk towards the bathrooms. Trying to make his way through the crowd, a hand wrapped around his forearm, stopping Brian in his tracks and turning him around.
It was John.
“Is y/n offering blowjobs to anybody else?” he grinded naughtily, watching as a horrified look spread across Brian's face.
“I'm only teasing,” John chuckled, giving his arm a small nudge, “I do however recommend that you work on your facial expressions, give y/n something hot to look at.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Brian huffed, turning away to meet your waiting self in the bathroom. After all, he wasn’t in any ways ready to be punished that night.
MASTERLIST
- Yours Truly, R.