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Where Have You Gone in the New Year? Pt. 1

Set in the Au @i-should-be-doing-alright and myself lovingly call "the main timeline." You and Brian are getting ready for a small party your friends have put together for New Year's Eve (mostly just setting the stage and shedding a little light on things that have happened up to this point so the other parts of this story that come out later will make sense)

No warnings really besides some cursing, it's fluffy (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)(⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

I'm planning to have the second (more drama-y) part of this come out on New Years so hehehe (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) enjoy this little bit.

Also, as always, I'm posting this while barely awake so please gently acknowledge any spelling errors so I can fix them (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

“Brian!” Your excited giggle rang out across the entire flat from your bedroom. From their seats in the kitchen Roger, John, and Freddie knew there was only one thing that could’ve made you shriek like that.

“God they’re already getting sappy, it’s not even ten in the morning and they’re giggling like school children.” Freddie’s annoyed tone hardly came out, but on mornings where you and Brian were being particularly squirrelly before he’d gotten to wake up, you found that tone directed towards you.

“It’d be one thing if they were actually together. You know? If they had a reason to have their hands all over each other or whatever but they’re ‘just friends’” As John spoke the last few words Freddie rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, ‘just friends’ don’t kiss and insist on sleeping together…Or promise their virginity to each other” He took an elongated sip to let the giggles coming from your room drive his point home. "And they don’t sound like that behind closed doors.” The three of them looked up as your bedroom door opened, all looking simultaneously like deer in headlights, and very annoyed.

“Enjoying our morning are we?” John’s sarcasm went unnoticed by you and Brian. The two of you were filled with too much excitement, considering it was nearly ten in the morning, to care. Brian answered with his sleepy yet happy smile.

“Yeah, it took us a while to really wake up,” he kissed your cheek gently “They didn’t sleep the best last night so we slept late.” As Bri sat to talk with the boys about a gig, your gaze was fixated to him. It’s not that you were spacing out as you were prone to do, it was merely the way the sun was catching his untamed curls was mesmerising. For too long, in your very strong opinion, had Brian tortured his hair with a flat iron. It was only in the wee hours of the morning before he subjected his curls to unbearable heat did you get to appreciate them. When Brian stood back up you snapped out of your little staring fit.

“I think I’m gonna go for a shower. (Y/n), care to join me?” At his question your eyes lit up, Freddie and John shared an eye roll, and Roger pretending to gag into his breakfast. This time, you felt their teasing reactions as a pang of hurt.

“What’s so wrong about that? We shower together a lot. Brian can hardly wash his own hair without making it a mess and it saves money on the water bill.” You felt a bit defensive, and you thought, rightfully so. Neither you or Brian saw anything worth fussing over when it came to showering together.

“Oh nothing dear, if you two refuse to be a couple and then act exactly like a couple that’s totally ok by me.” With that, Freddie took his opportunity to head back to his room, “I just thought you two might like to tie the knot before getting so domestic with each other.” After Freddie, John saw it as his chance to retreat. It was Roger who really dug his nails in the deepest though. Perhaps it was just because of your unique friendship with Brian, but the simple poke at you hurt more than what the others usually said.

“Just don’t fuck in the shower yeah? I know you two are…planning whatever you’re planning but other people still have to go in there.” That was the bit that turned you sour. The constant insinuation that you and Brian were having sex every minute you had alone, when in reality, you two promised to make your first time special. Years and years now were put into the pact you two made at the ripe age of seventeen, a pact that you two would save yourselves for each other until the time felt right. When you ran into Brian again at university you hardly expected him to remember, but he was the first to bring it up a little over a year ago.

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You had Brian sat up on the edge of your bed, feeling incredibly lucky that he agreed to pose for your art project. He’d been posed for nearly half an hour and had started shifting a bit in his spot.

“Let’s take a break Bri, I’m getting hungry,” choosing not to let him make a retort about having to figure out how to replicate the pose, you stood up and reached for his hand “We can use the drawing to get you posed again later.” Brian didn’t need to be told twice, instead of taking your hand however he layed back on your bed. His hands flew up and made a grabby motion, something you two made use of to say you wanted to cuddle without having to say it. Very happily you curled up on top of him, without a doubt, your favourite way to cuddle with Brian. From that spot you could easily listen to his heart beat. The same heart beat that seemed to be racing as the seconds ticked by.

"Hey um…angel?" If his heart didn't tell you he was nervous the slight waver to his voice did.

"Yeah love, what's up?" you paused to stroke his chest, hoping to give him some confidence. Instead though, you filled his stomach with even more butterflies.

"Do you…hm" Brian was having trouble choosing his words.

"Brimi love, don't worry about the right words" with a little smile you looked up at him.

"Remember when we were kids? Well, when we were teen-agers?" Again he spoke without an ounce of certainty. "That time when um…heh, we were trying- experimenting rather…and my father walked in?" Both of you felt your cheeks warm up and go pink. You *did* remember when you were younger and experimenting together. Most of all, you remembered the shocked, traumatised, embarrassed, and slightly angry look on Harold May's face when he caught you both seconds away from actually having sex. Suddenly understanding his nervousness, you nodded.

"Um, yeah love. I remember that whole… thing. Why do you ask?" For the moment between your question and his answer your heart beat matched his. Honestly, you thought he was going to ask you to try something like that again now that (as you assumed) he was more experienced.

"Because I uh-" he chuckled nervously "I was wondering if you remembered the pact we made after that. The one regarding our… first times you know?" If you had thought that your cheeks were warm before they were burning red now. Here you were, laying on Brian's chest, and he was asking if you remembered that you two wanted to share your first time together.

"I- I remember it brimi," in a more hushed tone you added "I um… still haven't had my first because of it. Along with some other reasons but-... Why are you asking me all of this?" Brian spoke quickly, as though he couldn't get the words out fast enough for fear of not getting to say them before offending you by mistake.

"Because I've kept up my end of the deal and- not that I'm saying you haven't or that I expected you to I mean- you and I didn't see each other for years and- what I'm trying to say is um- well I'm saying," he took a deep breath "I still want us to have that moment together" the poor boy's blush had taken over his whole face, making it hard for you not to smile. Very carefully (to be mindful of the little curls that started to break free from their straightened prison) you ran your hand through Brian's hair to sooth him.

"Brian," nervousness overtook the hint of excitement on Brian's face at that before you finished your sentence. "I'm so happy you brought it up." A soft smile snuck into your face while he looked dumbfounded.

"What? You are?" He sounded as confused as he looked, which sent an odd feeling of giddiness through your body.

"Of course I'm happy! I wanted to ask about it but well- I figured you might've moved on and found it childish."

"I thought you might have moved on- (y/n) I-" the both of you shared a giggle, "I'm not good looking enough for anyone to want me like that." That earned a sharp poke at Brian's chest.

"Hey now! Yes you are!" In retaliation of your poke, Brian lashed out and tickled your sides, resulting in a full on giggle fit that had you both breathless by the end of it.

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Now, on New Year's Eve morning the conversation was far from your mind. After the boys had gotten their teasing out you and Brian went for a shower together. A moment that, no matter the circumstances, calmed both of you right down. You both could be in the worst mood that had you spiralling throughout the day but if either of you suggested a shower together it was all fine. Something, you suspected, could be accredited to your undying love and adoration for Brian. And something, he suspected, had something to do with his undoubted and unwavering infatuation and love for you.

Of course, neither of you knew the other felt this way. When you found yourselves together under the warm water of the shower however, it felt like it didn't need saying. In those short fifteen minutes before the water heater gave out on you, you felt closer than anything. Neither of you would say anything either if your hand lingered a bit too long on his shoulder. And neither of you saw fit to say anything if you found his smile directed towards his hand gently massaging soap into your hip. It was all just part of being such close friends.

While you were getting dressed Brian sat on the bed, a question wandering to the front of his mind.

"What do you think you'll wear to Freddie's little party tonight?"

"Oh- I'm not sure yet love. What do you think?" A subtle (yet blatant) way to ask him what he wanted to see you in. A little purr hummed in Brian's chest while he thought.

"Maybeee… that nice pant suit you got? The one that's blue with the cream pinstripes?" Immediately you knew exactly the one he was talking about. Brian, Roger, John, and Freddie had gotten together to get it for your birthday. Of course, this was after fighting for a week over what to get you and Brian telling them that you were eyeing the suit in a shop window. Quickly you pulled it out of your wardrobe.

"This one yeah?" It'd have to hang up for a while longer, seeing as it was still early in the morning. That didn't stop you from holding it over your current, more casual, and relaxed outfit.

If Brian were honest with himself, he didn't care what you chose to wear. Not out of apathy, but because he genuinely thought you were stunning no matter what you wore at any given moment. Instead of explaining this to you, he gave you a smile.

"That's the one. Or whatever you want really." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Why thank you Brian, I think I'll go with this though." With that, you put the outfit back to hang in your wardrobe and kissed Brian's cheek on the way out of your room.

While there was a lingering anxiety over having to attend Freddie's party, you knew Brian would be there. There was always comfort to be found in his presence. You could say he was the lingering cure to your lingering anxiety, and today there was no exception to that.

Throughout the day, when you found yourself thinking too much about what might happen that night, he would take your mind off of it. When you were worrying yourself into an upset stomach (for hours after you were informed that Mary, Brian's former girlfriend and Freddie's current girlfriend, intended to be there) Brian curled up with you on the sofa and cuddled away your nerves. After a while, his comforting presence convinced you that, yes, you could still go and have fun if she was there. You could celebrate the new year with your friends even if people you didn't particularly like were there.

That night, with your hand in Brian's on the way down the road to the pub where everyone was at, you were certain. You could have a good time that night, and it was exactly what you intended to do.

#I actually fucking adore this aksmdkdmf #brian may x reader #brian may #queen fanfiction #NEW YEARS BABY

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Uuuh hiii guys; this is my first time writing a smutty fic so do be kind (yes I know I'm not ✨of a legal age✨ but can you honestly say that you weren't reading/writing this stuff at my age too?

Anyway enjoy this spicy thingggg

"Date Night"

Tw: Smut/Oral Sex/Unprotected sex/Dom!Brian/Master Kink/Fem/neutral!reader

Date night. This was your favourite night of every month. You and Brian would get dressed up, head out to a nice restaurant and have a nice meal. And that's exactly what you'd done. Brian dressed in one of his finest suits; pale blue, with a white shirt and matching blue tie. Of course none of this was exactly tame compared to when you'd first started dated- it had almost been 7 years. So if Brian decided to drag his hands along your sides as you slipped into your own luxurious outfit it was nothing outside the norm. If his lips found their way to your neck it was always only playful. Dinner had been lovely; you'd eaten a lovely meal and were now cuddled up on the sofa half awake against Bri's chest. You found your hand idley pawing at his barely clothed chest, his tie now pulled off and shirt unbuttoned. Twirling your fingers through his fine chest hair he'd forgotten to shave. He gazes at you with a soft expression.

"I had a great time tonight baby." his words were soft and his voice was muffled against your hair. His hand slowly brushed up your collar, and over your matching necklace to his that always hung proudly around your neck, Brian's fingers gently latching around the chain, accidentally pulling the cold metal hard against the nape of your neck. You surpressed a shiver and leant more into him, allowing your hand to rest on his thigh as you watched whatever crappy TV show was on at the ungodly hour of 11pm. You say ungodly because date night always made it feel later than it actually was. You pressed a couple soft kisses to his neck as you snuggled closer. Something so innocent yet from your angle on his chest you could see a bulge growing inside Bri's trousers. You blushed, turning your attention to a rather raunchy scene in whatever was on the television and felt Bri's hand grip your arm a little tighter. As you shifted in your seat, Brian did too, trying to cover his now prominent, large bulge with his free hand resting lazily in his lap. You slowly bring your leg over his, trying to subtly watch his face while keeping your gaze fixed on the screen in front of you; praying he didn't notice that you'd finally caught on to his hard on. He cleared his throat and got up, switching the TV off with a sigh. "that's boring me to death." you look up at him with big, but accidental doe eyes; not realising how wet you were seeing him in that outfit until he rolled his shirt sleeves up. You could barely bite down on your lip to surpess a whine and this time, it was Brian's turn to play a little game of his own. A small smirk grew across his face seeing your expression.

"Angel, I'm gonna make up some hot water bottles, why don't you get ready for bed?" his words were entirely pure, but you noticed that his voice had dropped to a dense, low tone. You shakily stood up and he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He spoke against your neck, allowing his lips to graze a sweet spot that resided under your ear. "you know um... I was thinking if you wanted we don't have to sleep straight away," his index finger dragged along your side delicately, making you pull in a shaky breath against his temple. He pressed his hips to yours, making the bulge rest on the middle of your rear. "we could always.. Mhh cuddle up?"

He allowed a strong hand to begin rubbing at your shoulder blade, humming at the feel of your tense body against his palm. "Oh angel, you're all tense." With his free hand he pulled up your arm, pushing his hand up your forearm; making sure to place soft kisses to your wrist- his breath warm against your arm and the sensitive points along you clavicle.

"Bri-" you let out shaky whine which was met with Brian's lips barely caressing your own. You let your eyes slip closed, waiting for his kiss but all he did was speak.

"upstairs... Clothes off." and he pulled away with a smirk. You followed his command, rushing upstairs to strip completely, sitting on the bed eagerly as you waited for his arrival. You could hear his gentle footsteps as he climbed the stairs, the door opening just barely as Brian's frame fills the opening. He leans against the door frame with a smirk; his eyes took in every inch of your body, his eyes glowing with heat as if he were devouring you from his spot in the door way. The loosened off tie that was slung around his neck was now in his hands- his slender fingers twisting the fabric in a curl resemblent of the ones on his head. He grew closer, his pace slow and calm. He grabbed your wrists tentatively and slid the tie over them. While keeping firm eye contact he slowly hitched it closed, barely licking his lips as he saw the need in your face grow. You let out a soft whimper as he pulled you closer with the remaining fabric.

"You've been so good baby... Such a good little pup for your master" his voice continued to drop in tone the more he spoke. His often smooth, velvet voice was now gravely and hoarse; the gruff words he spoke came now from his arousal and not from his heart. "legs... Spread" you immediately complied, making the space between your legs grow large enough for him to kneel in. He looks up at you with pure hunger as he brings a hand up your thighs, moving a finger between your folds as he presses a trail of kisses down from your abdomen. You tuck your lip between your teeth for any chance of staying quiet as Brian brushes a calloused fingertip over your sensitive clit. Your eyes fluttering at the sensation, as Brian applies a little more pressure- leaning down to let his tongue graze over it.

"let me hear you, my sweet angel" he whispers softly, letting his middle finger find its way to your core. You let out a quiet moan as Brian curled his finger inside you and along your walls. A shock wave of pleasure hit you as Brian added another finger; ever since he'd started touching you, you'd found your arousal growing to the point that you were soaking wet before you'd got back from dinner. Seeing Brian's bulge earlier that evening made you realise that he was just as keen as you were.

At this point, the setting looked almost pornographic; Brian's fingers were deep inside you as his tongue really did most the work over your clit. Your entire body tensed as an orgasm hit you, legs automatically wrapping themselves around Brian's head as you let out cries of pleasure, that seemingly only gave Brian more confidence. Pumping his fingers faster, determined to get you off again. You fell backwards as a second orgasm hit you, screaming into the bedsheets as Brian's fingers slowly pulled out of you. Your body was writhing on the bed as Brian rid himself of his clothes. You hear his belt whip to the floor and look back up. He looked like pure sin as he crawled over you; eyes dark with lust, lips curled in a devilish smirk. He kissed you so tenderly and in that moment his whole demeanor changed.

"i love you baby, I had such a good time today- god- I love you" his words were spoken softly between sweet, sensual kisses that had your body shaking.

"I love you brian- so much- so much"

He lined his hips up with yours; stroking his cock with one hand as he held your cheek in the other. He brushed the head of his cock over your folds and against your clit.

"baby are- do you want this?" he looked genuinely vulnerable in this moment, a tinge of concern flashing over his eyes.

"I want you so bad" you let your eyes close as Brian lets out a sweet, low groan. He allows himself to slide his length into you slowly, gripping the fabric of the tie tight as he does so. The feeling of him bottoming out inside you, his length filling you fully his utterly heavenly. He allows you time to adjust to him before he moves; Brian's quite big, and while he's the only person you've ever slept with, every time it feels bigger than the last and you have to adjust to the sensation of it all. The second Brian's hips start moving you can feel everything inside you getting tight-and you can tell by the look on Brian's face he isn't going to last long either. He tugged on the tie around your wrists occasionally, reminding you that he was still in charge even if he was in a state of ecstasy. He leant into your neck the faster his thrusts became. His lips rarely leaving yours as he kisses grew sloppy and wet. He ran a hand up your neck slowly, brushing his fingers over your lips and into your mouth.

"taste yourself baby- fuck- fuck you're so good-" he let out in a breathy tone against your cheek. As Brian's hips began moving faster, you clung onto his toned back, trying not to come undone without Brian. As his lips crashed to yours through a final moan you felt him pulsating inside you; his entire body shivering as he came inside you. You felt yourself snap as his fingers brushed your thigh, letting out a moan into his mouth. He let himself sink impossibly deeper inside you as you both let out a relaxed sigh. Date nights were the most perfect nights.

#brian may #brian may x reader #brian may smut #queen fanfiction

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