•Requested! •
~Smut Warning~
"Fuck!" You groaned.
Brian walked behind you, wrapping his arms around you, "Still sick?"
He nipped at your pulse point, "I know what might take your mind off of it."
You leaned into Brian's chest, sighing. "Brian, I'm not sure."
"Watch, let me show you..." he purred, pressing his lips against the side of your neck.
His slim tattooed finger slipped through the hem of your pants and to your front.
A gasp fell from your lips in pleasure as he began to rub in small circles.
"See?"
"B-Brian, I don't know, I-"
He moved his hand up to your chest, groping your breast, "You sure I can't sway your mind?"
He pressed his lips against your neck, making his way back to yours.
"How about now baby?"
"Fuck Bri,"
He let a sigh hit your neck, the hot air making you shiver.
"I'll let you call the shots, babe. I hate seeing you miserable."
You bit your lip, "I don't know..."
He kissed you softly, savoring the moment of pure bliss.
"Anything you want baby," he murmured against your lips.
"Anything?"
He nodded, lust hinted in his mocha eyes, "You name it, and I'll do it for you."
You thought about it, wondering which direction this could go in.
"You pick, I'm too indecisive. Plus, I love it when you take control." You purred.
Brian growled softly in your ear, picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the bedroom.
Brian has been your boyfriend for a solid five years, and this routine was all something you were familiar with. He'd lay you on the bed, you'd strip each other of your clothes, then do whatever the fuck you guys felt like. However, you always let him call the shots, you loved seeing the excitement on his face when he got to decide what would happen.
"Alright," Brian laid down to next you, kissing you tenderly, "It's your turn to do as you please."
"What-"
"You said I get to call the shots, so I'm calling the shot for you to call shots."
You laughed, "Now you're just trying to confuse me."
"Come on, show me what you're made of baby."
"Brian, I-I don't know-"
"Is that all you can say today? 'Brian, I don't know'? I might have to punish you for being so indecisive." He whispered huskily.
"You kinky mother fuck."
The taller male stood over you, connecting your lips in a hot and passionate kiss, "This is just the beginning darlin'."
"What-"
He flipped you over, switching your positions, and began to undress you. He let his fingertips graze your body every so often, causing you to shiver under his touch.
"You're so beautiful, y/n." Brian spoke softly.
He began to undress himself from underneath you, leaving only his boxers on. Your fingers met the waist band of his boxers, and slowly you began to tug them down.
Catching you off guard, Brian grabbed your hips pulling them towards him.
"Brian, what are y-"
He cut you off by slowly pushing his hardened member into you, making a shaky moan fall from your lips.
"You gonna show me what you're made of?" he asked in a low growl.
Your fingers dug into the sheet as he slammed into you, "Answer me, y/n."
"O-Oh." You moaned as he proceeded to pound away at you.
Then he stopped, panting, "You're gonna have to work for what you want baby."
You nodded, leaning down to kiss the sweaty guitarist that lay underneath you.
Brian's hands rested on your hips as he pulled your body in a smooth motion. You began to work with him, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head in pleasure and listening him moan your name.
"F-Fuck, I'm close."
You weren't too far behind as you watched Brian finish. Just as you were about to reach your climax, he pulled out, catching you by surprise and flipping you onto your back.
"Mm, I forgot how good you taste." Brian whispered spreading your legs.
He began to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, working his way up further... and further... and further...
Your hands tangled in Brian's hair as he went down on you, "F-fuck."
He chuckled, the vibrations making his actions ten times better. Soon, you began to feel that all but too familiar knot form in the pit of your stomach.
"B-Brian!" You screamed as you reached your high.
He laughed once more, watching your thighs tremble, "You know, I really fucking love you."
"R-Really? I would not have guess." You panted.
"Smart ass."
You shrugged, "Better than being a dumb ass."
"Oh fuck you y/n."
You smirked at Brian, and as if he read your mind, he smashed his lips against yours.
"How about a round two, eh?" He growled.
You remained smirking, draping your arms around Brian's neck, and nodding.
~*~
"You know, I don't feel sick anymore."
Brian collapsed beside you, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, "I told you I could take your mind off of it."
