She Makes Him (Brian x reader)

8.

Then next morning, you woke up in your bed, on top of your covers with the skirt part of your dress above you as your underwear was slid down a little bit. You took a minute to actually wake up, before realizing what had happened the night before.

I got fucked by Brian May.

You laughed to yourself, knowing how legendary that is.

I slept with the guitarist of Queen.

But that's when it hit you.

Allen would murder me if he found out.

You thought to yourself, then you quickly got up from your bed, but then the soreness of last night kicked in. It hurt to walk, your legs were shaking and your hands were constantly gripping onto things to take weight off your legs. You walked out to see Brian, Roger, Freddie, and Deacy already watching television.

"Morning." Brian said, subtly smirking to himself.

"Good morning, darling." Freddie added, turning his head towards you and realizing you were having trouble moving. "Why are you walking like that?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"Oh, I just took a hard fall last night."

Yeah, onto Brian's dick.

Brian smirked at the excuse you gave, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to not blush. He knows what you two did last night, and he knows why you were sore.

"Bri?" You asked.

"Hm?"

"Can I talk to you? Alone."

He smirked once more.

"Sure."

You two went inside his room since it was closer to where you had been standing, and then as soon as you closed the door, you turned around to find Brian hovering over you with his arms crossed and him smirking his head off.

"About last night..." You started to say, trying not to get distracted by how hot he looked.

"What are we going to do about it?" He asked, finishing what you were going to say.

"Yeah..." You said, confused on how he knew what you were going to ask.

"Look, I like you." Brian said, taking two of your hands in his.

"I like you too, Bri."

"Let's date."

"What?"

"Go on a date with me."

It took you a minute to think about.

"Here are the rules," You said, pointing your finger at him to make sure he was listening. "No one can know about this. Not Roger, not Freddie, not John. No one."

"Done."

"No sappy shit." You said, putting it bluntly. "No flowers, no cliches. None of that."

"All right."

"And one last thing,"

"Which is?"

"You can't fall in love with me."

That sentence shattered his heart. His heart stopped, he got a lump in his throat from him trying not to cry, and the worst part is, he already was.

"Done."

*time skip*

It was earlier that day, 6:30 pm to be exact. You put on a nice dress, along with a silver necklace with your hair tucked behind your ear, ready for your dinner date with Brian. You two got the rest of the band to go out so no one would ask questions, even though they already knew. You looked at yourself in the mirror one more time before hearing three knocks on the door.