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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 6 years

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Welcome home boys.

Summary: Roger and Brian have been gone for a year but come back home to surprise you.

Warnings: Okay this is just as bad as the first part. So lots of SMUT, a threesome, this made me very sweaty. Poly relationship (kinda??) Everyone kinda gets the shot at being a Dom in this one but it's mainly Brian. Lots of dirty talk, daddy kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), it's just really filthy I don't know what to tell you...there's swearing, spanking, spitting, Roger wearing lingerie 👀...it's just...AHHHH. (Especially the ending aggahsjskkskka) @deacytits you sure this isn't TOO much?! 😂😭

A/N: This is one big filthy clusterfuck. It's a disgusting mess and so am I. Enjoy! 💖

You flinched when the phone rang, it was first thing in the morning. You let out a groan and rubbed your face. You groggily answered and could hear people snapping at each other on the other side as they fought for the phone "Y/N?"

"Brian!" You widely smiled, your tiredness melting away. "Oh it's so good to hear your voice!"

"I'm here too!" Roger butt in and you giggled.

"Course, can't have one without the other," your smile fell slightly. Right now and for the last year you had neither. The boys had been immensely successful with their new band, Queen. They were touring the world with Freddie and John who you had met and instantly took a liking to. Although, you told Brian that any new member was always going to be better than Tim. You could almost hear his laughter in your ear as you sat on the couch. The boys looked at each other with a sad smile when they heard you say that, the phone in between them. "Anyway!" You moved on "How is...Brazil? Isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Brian replied "It's great! How are you? We haven't spoken to you in about a week!"

You rubbed your leg a little "I'm good, keeping busy. I miss you both." Your tone was low "I would honestly give anything for a cuddle from both of you right now!" You let out a watery laugh and quickly tried to wipe away the tear that was on your cheek.

Roger dismally sighed and Brian clutched the phone a little tighter with shut eyes "We'd give anything for that too Y/N," Roger said. "Please don't cry," he softly begged and you smiled, sniffling.

"It's like you can see down the phone!" You laughed, a little forced but you didn't want to worry them. "It's fine, I'm fine. I'm just counting down the days until I can see you both again."

"Six months..." Roger murmured and played with the telephone cord.

"I know, Rog," you sighed "I know." You swallowed hard, wanting to change the subject entirely and perk all of you up a little. "You won't believe how much I've watched you on tv!" You could practically see the two of them smiling "Watching your interviews and whatnot...then touching myself when I see you both." You heard them gulp and you smirked "God, Rog..." you deeply breathed his name "Seeing you with just a vest on and all sweaty really gets me going..." you hummed and Roger steadied himself against the wall with a hand. "And Brian," the guitarist bit down on his lip "Seeing you finger that guitar like that brings back so many good memories..."

"I do it for you, baby. I know how fast you like watching me play," he replied with a raspy voice.

"I like watching you play with, Y/N," you could just hear Roger murmur under his breath before letting out a loud, annoyed groan when someone else shouted something. "We've gotta go, Angel."

"Okay, well it was nice having a chat with you. I love you!" You smiled down the receiver and waited to hear your favourite sound in the world.

"We love you too!" They replied at the same time and you widely grinned placing the phone down. It fell fast and you sighed, heading to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

A week later, at around ten at night, there was frantic banging on your door. You were in bed and quickly got up, wrapping your dressing gown around you. "Alright! Alright!" You uttered when the banging became persistent. "Can I help-" you opened the door and cut yourself off with a delighted squeal seeing Brian and Roger on the other side with bags in their arms. "Oh my god! Oh my god!!" You jumped on the spot and flapped your hands about. You engulfed them both in a hug, they dropped their stuff and wrapped their arms around the bottom of your back and picked you up off the floor a little. You stood back and shook your head when they put you down "Bu-but you're supposed to be in I-Ireland?" Your words stumbled out of your mouth. You were still in shock.

"We have a four day break between gigs," Brian grinned. "So we thought we'd visit our favourite person in the whole world," he winked and gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

You brought your hands to your mouth, trying to conceal the biggest smile on your face. "Come in! Let me make you a cup of tea or something! Are you hungry?" You asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Only for you," Roger said and your eyes flickered up to them both leaning against the doorframe, essentially trapping you in the kitchen and looking at you like they were a pair of lions and you were a gazelle.

You smiled to yourself "We've waited this long," you quietly said and walked up to them as the kettle boiled. "I'm sure having a cup of tea for ten minutes won't be the end of the world." Brian gripped onto your waist and pulled you to him, crashing his lips to yours. You could hear Roger grunt frustratingly before he dragged you towards him and moulded his mouth against yours.

"A whole year, Rog!" Brian whined "I'm not letting you have all the fun!"

"Mhmm," he kept kissing you "Join in then," he muttered against your lips.

Brian's lips met yours and Roger's at the same time, all three mouths colliding together and fighting for dominance. It felt like all the breath had been sucked from your lungs. "Tea!" You said a little too loud, stumbling back with rosy cheeks. "Tea first!"

The two boys laughed "It's barely been five minutes and look how flustered she is..." Roger teased and you narrowed your eyes at him as you poured out tea for you all. He hummed into the mug, taking the first mouthful. "We haven't had a decent cup in ages!"

Brian nodded in agreement "Tastes different everywhere we go, never the same as back home- certainly never the same as the way you make it," Brian bashfully smiled and you waved away his comment with a humble grin. He looked at Roger before they both looked at you "We really missed you so much, Y/N, and when we heard how upset you were on the phone, we couldn't stay away any longer."

"As soon as we had the chance we wanted over to London to see you," Roger placed down his half full mug and cupped your face, that familiar, comforting warmth made your heart swell. "We missed you more than you could ever know."

You felt tears pricking at your eyes "I missed you both too, but you're home now!" You smiled, trying not to get too sappy because then all three of you would end up a blubbering mess. Roger gently kissed you but it soon turned very heated- the tea was forgotten about. Brian was behind you, his lips attached to your neck and his hands gently massaging your ass over the silk of your nightdress. "Not in the kitchen," you murmured against Roger's lips. The boys agreed. The three of you began making your way up to your room before you stopped in the hall. Brian and Roger were a little in front and paused when they saw you standing still. "You know...I've never quite forgiven you both for selling that van..." the two boys shared a quick, guilty glance. "And then you leave me for a whole year..." you dramatically sighed and slowly walked towards them, pulling off your dressing gown and letting it fall to the floor.

"We really wish we didn't! The van and the tour!" Roger said. "We loved that van too, Y/N!" He went to move closer but you held out a finger, warning him to stay right where he was.

"That van!" you longingly sighed and pressed your hands against your heart. "We had so much fun in the back of that thing." You stepped forward barely an inch. "Oh and you haven't even seen these yet!" In a flash you pulled off your nightdress and Roger swiftly gripped on to Brian's arm in shock. The guitarist was too surprised to react. "Aren't they nice?" You flaunted your champagne coloured lacy underwear that had the thinnest black straps on them to keep them in place, each side was cut out, showing even more skin. "I do have a bra to match but you both know I don't wear one to bed." You winked.

"Bri, I'm about to fucking cum in my trousers right now," Roger tightly mumbled, not releasing his grip on Brian and keeping his wide eyes firmly on you. "Y/N..." he said your name in a honeyed voice and attempted to move forward again.

"If you don't stay where you are I'll tie you to the chair in my room and you'll have to watch Brian fuck me all night. Again." Brian cockily smirked while Roger groaned in annoyance. "Get on your knees, right now." Roger and Brian did what they were told and you walked forward. "Such good boys," you praised and they both let out a faint wail under their breaths feeling your fingertips dance over their cheeks and jawline. "Do you know how happy I am to see you?" You rhetorically asked. You made them watch as you put your hand in your underwear and slipped a finger inside you, swiping it against you slick folds.

"Jesus Christ," Brian uttered under his breath and clenched his teeth together a little to try and relieve some tension. But you could clearly see how much they both needed you.

"I mean," you pulled out your finger and held your hand up to the light to examine it, the boys mouths were getting drier by the second. "Just look how wet I am." Your eyes flickered to them "Want to taste?" They both groaned, nodding their heads frantically and you smirked. "Say please," you playfully chided. Brian was a painting mess already, the two of them chanted the word 'please' like a mantra. You held out your finger between the two of them, they didn't hesitate to run their tongues across the length of your finger, brushing tongues with each other as they desperately tried to taste you. You watched with a small grin on your face, they were wrapped around your little finger. Literally. "I bet you two had a lot of fun when you were touring..." you watched them intently.

"We always fucked with you in mind," Roger said, still licking away at your finger and at Brian's tongue. "When can we have you?" He whined and looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Come and get me," You turned your back and began walking up the stairs, shaking your hips a little. You could hear the pair of them scampering up the steps. Brian scooped you up in his arms and you let out a giggle. He grunted when Roger jumped on his back. He managed to get you both to your room, you were in hysterics that Brian was still giving Roger a piggyback ride.

"Will you get off of me?!" Brian snapped.

"Get off of you or get you off?" Roger slyly smirked and slid off Brian's back while you clapped your hands with a proud smile on your face.

"Ohhh! That was a good one, Rog!" You gave him a high five and he held onto your hand, gently squeezing it. Brian's cheeks were bright red. You sat down on the bed and Roger joined you, both of you kept your eyes on Brian.

"Brian was such a little slut when we were on tour," Roger said against your neck "On his knees with his mouth open for me every night." You groaned at the thought. Brian was just getting even more flustered. "Begging me for it." Roger skilfully unbuttoned his shirt while he kept his hand on your waist, gently tracing his fingers up and down your skin, edging closer to your breasts. You watched as Roger stood up and undid his belt buckle and shimmied out of his jeans in front of Brian. The guitarist bit down on his lip and fixated his gaze on the wall in front of him. That was until he jolted feeling Roger's hand press against his already solid length. "Begging for it," he repeated with the cockiest smirk.

"Roger called me daddy and wore your underwear set that he stole!" Brian blurted out.

You and Roger loudly gasped. "That was a moment of weakness, Brian!" Roger gritted out his name. Brian let out a laugh and jabbed Roger's side.

"The baby blue one?! I want to see you in it!" Roger and Brian looked over to you on the bed, your teeth pressed into your bottom lip. Roger glanced to Brian and grinned, rushing downstairs to get it out of his bag. Brian began to completely strip off and he joined you on the bed, hovering over you and gently peppering kisses on your lips "I'm so happy you're both home," you whispered and intertwined your fingers with his curly locks.

"Seeing you smile is the greatest gift Roger and I could get," Brian flashed a toothy grin and stroked your cheek. When a throat cleared by your doorframe, both you and Brian looked up. Roger was standing there, basking in all his beautiful glory wearing your bra and knickers.

"I'm actually quite jealous that he wears it better than me..." you grumbled and sat up properly. "It matches with your eyes, Rog," you purred and clawed at the air to bring him closer to you. He sauntered over and straddled you, Brian was rubbing his hands up and down yours and Roger's thighs. Roger began to grind against your throbbing pussy- you were starting to soak what he was wearing. You heard Brian groaning with his head bent back as he began to get himself off while watching you and Roger. You smirked and whispered into the drummers ear, Roger glanced around and nodded at you with a twinkle in his eyes. You both shifted on the bed slightly and lay with your backs on the mattress. Roger's hand slipped into your underwear and your hand went into his- well, yours.

Brian opened his eyes for a second and looked at the two of you mercilessly rubbing and pumping one another on the bed. Roger let out a ragged breath as his back arched slightly and he raised his free hand up to grab onto your sheets. "What are you two doing?" Brian asked, breathing heavily.

You glanced at Roger, he didn't speak but you could hear the words; 'Ask him' fall from his mouth pleadingly. You hummed and let out a loud moan feeling Rogers fingers brush frantically over your clit. "We want you to cum on us," you paused momentarily "Please, daddy."

Brian gulped, his eyes becoming darker with full blown, unadulterated, lust. You saw a wave of confidence and power crash against his face- you and Roger both knew he felt good being called that. "What did you call me, baby?" He stood between your left leg and Roger's right leg, clamping you between his strong thighs. You and Roger were stuck to each other and not going anywhere.

"Daddy," you purred and Brian let out a faint hiss, grabbing your hand and Roger's hand and then controlling you both, making you touch and rub each other faster than before. You and Roger jerked and let out a desperate plea for him to do as you kindly asked. Brian pulled his hands back and began to roughly jerk his hand up and down himself in front of the two of you, soft moans left his warm lips and his head fell forward, he kept watching the two of you with half hooded eyes.

"Oh God, Rog!" You yelped when he playfully began to flick you "Shit!" You jerked your hips forward when he did it again.

"Did you do that to yourself?" He asked, not caring how exhausted he already sounded. "Bet you did, thinking it was me and Bri- such a dirty girl." You mewed loudly and squeezed your eyes shut, a pleasure driven pressure building up inside you. "We've got a special surprise planned for you-"

Brian cut Roger off "Shut up! Don't tell her! I'm trying to focus anyway!" He grunted and frantically pumped, "Oh J-Jesus!" He moaned out and came all over yours and Roger's stomach. You and Roger stopped touching each other and moaned with smiles on your faces seeing streams of white all over your skin. It was like Brian was the artist and you and Roger were his canvas.

Roger sat up and motioned his head towards your stomach and chest, Brian caught the gist of what he was trying to say. Rog and Bri licked all of the cum off your stomach and breasts with grins on their faces, you began to giggle feeling the tickling sensation on your skin. Roger sat up and grabbed Brian's boxers that were on the floor and wiped off the cum on his stomach. Brian glared at him. "Hey, you caused it- your clothes clean it!" Roger said with a mouth full of cum, taking off your bra and knickers set that he was wearing and tossing them to the side.

"Me and Y/N could have licked it off!" Brian said- his mouth equally as full. "More to spit on her," he devilishly smirked and you felt a chill run down your spine. You were still on the bed, happily allowing the boys to peel off your underwear and pull apart your legs by your ankles before they settled in between your thighs. One leg was on Roger's shoulder and the other was on Brian's. The pair of them let the sticky cum and spit mixture fall from their mouths on to your already dripping heat. They began massaging in the sticky substance against your clit and inner thighs driving you insane from all the pleasure.

"Good god!" You groaned "Feels so fucking good!" Your arms spread out and you balled your duvet cover in your hands. "O-oh GOD!" You yelped feeling not one, but two tongues on your throbbing pussy. "Y-y-you b-both?" Your words tumbled almost incoherently out your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with sheer ecstasy feeling them both lap up your juices as well as the sticky cum mixture they spat on you and play with your clit. You loudly groaned, eyes squeezing shut and your shoulder blades tensing together, making your back rise off the bed completely. You sat up and they looked up to you with the most innocent of gazes. They then glanced to each other and made you watch as their tongues brushed against one another's. "Sweet mother of god," you murmured and fell back onto the bed. As Brian continued to eat you out, Roger pulled back and crawled onto the bed beside you. Lovingly stroking his fingers down your body that was glowing in the light from the sweat that was building up.

Roger noticed the signs on your face and smirked "You're going to cum aren't you, angel?" He said in a sinfully sweet tone "Cum on Bri's tongue. He's missed you so much and I've missed that hot as fuck face you make when you do cum." You gasped for air when your lips widely parted and you let out a shuddering mew when you came. Roger brushed the tip of his tongue around your parted lips before kissing you as you kept panting for air.

You twitched, Brian wasn't stopping. "J-Jesus!" You hissed and bit on Roger's bottom lip "He isn't stopping!" You gasped, your nerves jolting with overstimulation. Roger glanced down to Brian and gently nudged his shoulder but he kept going, an animalistic growl sent vibrations through your entire body. "F-fuck! Fuck! Brian!" You cried as your legs frantically kicked the air.

Brian finally pulled back, gasping for a large lungful of air. It was like he had just been holding his breath underwater for five minutes. "Thought you were going to bloody kill her there, Bri!" Roger laughed.

The guitarist sent him a spine tingling gaze, one that he had never recalled seeing before. In a matter of seconds Brian was straddling Roger, Roger's hands trapped under Brian's muscular thighs. He then placed a hand to your pulsating, dripping pussy and began fingering you. The overstimulation made you cry out his name and you tried to pry his hand away by the wrist but Brian was too strong and you were too exhausted. "Look at her," Brian spat in Roger's face "Look how fucked she is."

You wailed and groaned, your whole body trembling from the power of Brian's hand. Roger gulped and tried to help you out but Brian wasn't letting him move at all. "I-I can't breathe!" You gasped, slightly encouraging Brian's movements as you mindlessly kept rubbing yourself up and down on his hand.

"She needs a break," Roger panted out.

"Beg for it," Brian mocked Roger's words.

"Should have known this was your fault, Taylor!" You snappishly rasped at Roger with your eyes shut.

"Please, Bri," Brian raised a brow and Roger sighed under his breath "Please daddy." That only excited Brian more and he rubbed you faster. Roger smirked and being the devil he is, he began encouraging Brian. "Please keep fingering her, daddy. She's going to cum again and I want to lick it off your fingers."

"R-Roger! You little fucking shit!" You growled, hair sticking to the back of your neck as you were sweating so much. "Bri, baby!" You moaned "I can't...I can't!" You whined, desperate for a breath at his point.

"You can, baby, and you will," Brian lowly spoke before turning to Roger. "You did say you liked seeing me play with Y/N, Rog..." Roger brokenly whimpered. "Who's the little sluts now?" He cockily smirked and gripped onto Rogers jaw with his strong fingers, moving closer to the drummers face. "Who?"

"W-we are," Roger's words were strained. He was almost positive that he was about to cum any second now just watching Brian turn you into a complete and utter mess, not to mention him behind the dominant one for a change.

"That's right," Brian pried open Rogers mouth a little more with his strong fingers, still keeping a firm grip on his jaw. The drummer shut his eyes and groaned feeling Brian's hot saliva run down the back of his throat before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. Roger was in a little paradise of his own, sucking away on Brian's fingers until his eyes snapped open when he heard you scream higher than he could sing when you came over Brian's fingers.

Brian pulled back his hand and you collapsed on the bed, Roger had the pleasure of feeling your warm, slick juices on his cock when Brian started to roughly jerk his hand up and down Roger's length. "Holy fuck! Holy fucking fuck!" Roger growled.

You tiredly smirked, your limbs were too wobbly to hold you up yet so you raked your nails over Roger's lower back and sides while your head rested on his thigh. You glanced up to Brian with a sultry smirk on your face. "Daddy wants you to come, Rog." You purred, Roger loudly cursing you as you got your own back for that overstimulated torture. "Daddy has been so good to us," you stroked your fingers over Brian's inner thighs, causing him to grunt and runt his hips a little. "He wants you to taste me and you..." you grinned like the Cheshire Cat when Roger started mumbling to himself.

"Fuck! Fuck! Shit!" Roger's voice started to get louder "G-GOD!" He screamed, finally coming undone on Brian's hand. Rog drooped forward slightly and softly landed against Brian's shoulder. He eventually sat up just enough and Brian smeared what was on his fingers on Roger's lips. The drummer sucked on them ever so softly with a hum. "I'm good to finish her off if you are, Bri." Roger swallowed the remnants of your cum and his own.

Your soft, light smile disappeared from your face and you quickly sat upright, most of your muscles starting to work again. "What to you mean finish me off?! I'm bloody banged out!"

"We haven't even banged you tonight, sweetheart." Brian pulled you onto his cock and you bit down on his shoulder to stop yourself screaming. He would have a bruise there tomorrow. "Been a year since I've felt this pretty pussy around my cock. Did you miss it?" You nodded, words no longer able to come out your mouth. The only things able to tumble out were groans, moans, wails and screams. Brian harshly slapped your ass and you yelped, Roger then began soothingly massaging it better. "Tell daddy how much you've missed his cock pounding into you."

"S-so much," you whispered against Brian's lips and sloppily kissed him. He spanked you again when he didn't get the response he wanted. "I've missed your cock pounding into me so much daddy!" Your arms tiredly wrapped around Brian's back "Please be gentle with me, love," you whispered and Brian softly grinned, protectively wrapping his arms around your waist and delicately guiding you up and down his length. "Mhmm...like that," you said with a whisper and snuggled into his neck.

"I might be going slow but that doesn't mean Rog will do the same..." Brian had an evil smirk on his face and before you could react, Roger had pulled you off Brian and on to him, thrusting into you and laughing almost menacingly and he grabbed and massaged your breasts. Your back was pressed up against his chest.

"Ugh! Why do you n-never wear your sweatbands on your wrists when I n-need them Rog!" You cried and he just giggled in your ear. "I-I'm g-going to kill you." You strenuously said.

"You wouldn't, Angel." He smirked and harshly grabbed onto your hips, moving you up and down him as he rutted his hips as hard and as fast as he could "You love me too much." He groaned in your ear "Can't wait to cum inside you. Bet you can't fucking wait either...I'm almost there, Y/N, baby. So, so, so close..." He whispered before coming inside you, screaming out your name out at the top of his lungs, he was dripping out all over your thighs. You- just like your bed sheets- were soaked.

"My turn," Brian smirked and stood up, grabbing your ankles and hooking them on his shoulders while you lay on the bed still catching your breath. "We missed you so much, sweetheart," he softly caressed your cheek with his fingertips before sliding himself inside of you with barely any warning. All the pent up tension inside you snapped again and as soon as you felt Brian's hard length filling you up, you came. Brian didn't last much longer, saying your name louder and louder like he was singing the sweetest melody until he came inside you just like Roger had done minutes before.

Brian flopped down and lay on top of you, his ear pressed to your heart that was beating hard and fast, it was like listening to Roger play the drums from inside you chest. You extended an arm and Roger cuddled in close to you. "Welcome home boys."

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Brian pulled you towards him by your hip, your side rested against his head and he pressed a small kiss to your pyjama fabric while you tangled your hand in his hair. "Thanks for breakfast, sweetheart."

"I needed this fry-up after last night!" Roger wolfed down his food. A smirk appeared on all your faces.

"I'll stick with my fruit salad," Brian pulled you onto his lap and you let out a surprised squeak feeling your- still sore- thighs land on Brian's lap. "More energy," he winked and purred out a 'grrrrrr'. You giggled and managed to get back up off of him and sit down between the two of them. Brian and Roger shot each other a glance. Rog excused himself, suddenly standing up. He went to fetch something from his bag and when he came back with what he was looking for, he placed it in front of you. It was a square shaped box that wasn't that high in height.

You hummed with a smile and took off the lid. Your smile faltered a little as you picked up a handful of pieces of long card. You shook your head, full of confusion. "There's...there's about a hundred plane tickets here?"

"All yours," Brian began to explain "We want you to come on tour with us. We really did miss you-"

"-and not just because you're a great shag!" Roger cut Brian off and you loudly laughed.

Brian shot Rog a dissaproving glare. "No, not just because that...because we love you and want to share traveling around the world with you for the next six months. Any places you haven't been to and want to go tell us and we'll take you." Brian and Roger took your hand in theirs when they saw your eyes becoming all glossy. They were welling up too.

"This is such a wonderful surprise!" You pecked their cheeks, the boys looked at each other funnily- you noticed. "What you said last night, Rog." You held up a ticket "My 'special surprise'."

"Oh!" He laughed, suddenly remembering that he almost spoiled the surprise last night. "That's not your surprise, angel." Your brows knitted together. You heard the front door being knocked on "That's your surprise..." Your eyes flickered between Brian and Roger as you slowly stood up from your chair and made your way towards the door. You were unsure of that almost wicked smile you had just seen on Roger's and Brian's face.

You opened the door and sweetly smiled "John!" You embraced him in a hug. "My darling Deaky! How are you?"

He nodded "Yeah, yeah all good!" His voice was trembling. "Uh are Rog and Bri here?" He asked peering behind you slightly. You nodded and folded your arms across your chest. "Ah good, that's good." He fumbled trying to get something out of his pocket and handed it to you.

"What's this?" You took a set of keys from him with a furrowed brow. Upon further inspection, they weren't just any keys. You glanced behind your shoulder and saw Roger and Brian standing there, biting down on their bottom lip with a wide grin on their faces.

Oh they had really done it this time.

John cleared his throat, speaking up again. "The boys said something to me about us four in the back of the van?"

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anne-white-star · 3 years

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Me seeing this picture :

Whoever made this thank you so mutch

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bohemiansweede · 3 years

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Birthday Stories

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Fanfic

Pairing Queen /Bohrap and Reader, Maylor

Warnings 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or leave a comment thank you ❤️

Here I'm going to repost last year's Birthday story and the new ones of course

Enjoy

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Roger

"Birthday Boy"

Brian

"Birthday Boy"

Roger

"Birthday Party"

(Rogers POV)

MAYLOR

"Let's Leave"

JOHN

Birthday Baby

Freddie

Shower In Birthday Gifts

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thosequeenboys · 5 years

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Shout out to this luscious, sweet, talented boy, who makes me audibly gasp and who introduced me to the erotic concept of beer drum playing.

#bohemian rhapsody #borhap #ben hardy #ben hardy x y/n #ben hardy x female reader #ben hardy x gwilym lee #queen fanfiction #queen #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x y/n #queen smut #queen fic #queen band #ben hardy x reader #maylor

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mypassionfortrash · 5 years

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Queen fanfic readers and writers! Friendly reminder that I’ve made a Discord Server to share fics, bounce ideas and find beta readers. Join us! ☺️

NaNoWriMo participants welcome too!

#roger taylor #queen #freddie mercury #brian may #roger taylor x reader #john deacon #brian may x reader #dealor #maylor #deacury #nanowriml

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psychoticbreak · 6 years

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Would you tap that?

Cause I would pound that shit into the ground.

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lminlovewithmycar · 6 years

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Engagement - Joe Mazzello

not my pics, i got them from google

“Hey, Joe, I’m going to pick up some lunch, do you wanna come?” you asked, placing your hand on the trunk door of the car. Joe set yet another large box in the back of the car. You slammed the trunk shut as Joe sighed and dusted his hands off.

“No, actually, I’ll stay back,” he nods. “Gotta charm the parents,” he smiles. You roll your eyes dramatically, opening the drivers seat of the car and climbing in. Joe saunters over, resting a hand on the roof of the car and leans close to your face.

“They love you, Joe,” you giggle. “I don’t know how you could possibly charm them anymore than you have.”

He shakes his head, bending down to give you a quick kiss on the lips before shutting your door and waving. You drive out of your apartment’s parking lot, fried chicken consuming your thoughts.

Joe waits for a moment, watching you drive off with hands in his short’s pockets. When his hands come into contact with it, a chill goes up and down his arms. He inhales a shallow breath and turns, walking up the stairs to the apartment, following your parents. As he enters your soon-to-be old home, he takes a seat at a dining chair as your parents sip on some water, tired from a day of boxing your belongings.

Joe had met you a few years ago. A few years out of film school, you got hired onto a set for a new upcoming movie entitled Undrafted. He hadn’t noticed you right away because he was usually caught up in director duties. However, when you approached him one day to ask a question about one of the camera shots you had to help out with, his breath escaped his lungs so fast and he thought he was going to fall over. Ever since then, he had always found reasons to talk to you or pull you aside, until he finally got the courage to ask you on a date, stumbling over his words and blushing - a lot. Your relationship had just sort of boomed from there.

Recently, though, he had brought up the idea of you moving into his apartment with him. You had declined many, many times because of him constantly being tied up with his new Queen movie and you being tied up in your own work. But he had eventually gotten through to you once you two had hit a calm point in both of your lives, and you couldn’t think you could be happier. Or could you?

Both of your parents were having their own conversation while Joe turned the thing in his pocket around his pinky. How does one even start this type of conversation? he thought to himself. When your mom took a seat across from Joe, he decided to just rip off the bandaid. He took it out and held in in his hands across from both of your parents, staring at it with so much love he could burst.

The ring was certainly a rock. It was a thin, sparkly band with a giant pear-shaped diamond in the center. Your mom gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, her own ring dazzling in the sunlight.

“I love your daughter. God, I love her so much. Thank you guys for raising her to be the amazing woman she is today. I knew from the moment that I met her that I never wanted to live a life that she wasn’t apart of. I want to have her forever, and I just want your blessings, because it is a big deal to Y/N, which means it’s a huge deal to me,” Joe breathes deeply, eyes watering at the thought of you with this ring, in a white dress, becoming his for eternity.

He looks up at your parents, and your mom has tears down her face. Your dad is looking from you, to the ring, then back to you. He takes a step closer to Joe, and he stands from his seat. He places a hand out and places it on Joe’s shoulder.

“We’d be honored to have you in our family, son. You have our blessing,” He reaches a hand out, and Joe takes it, shaking it and smiling.

Joe had gotten the blessing back in June. He has spent every other waking moment racking his brain for a way to ask you. Come six months later in mid-December, and he has yet to pop the question. He’s consulted every single one of his closest BoRhap friends, and every situation they gave just didn’t feel right. However, one day he woke up and saw something on TV about ice skating, and he knew just then what he wanted to do.

It took weeks of planning and reserving, but he got it done, and he was beyond proud of himself.

Stepping out of the car, you take in the scenery of The Rockefeller Ice Rink, cold air hitting your face in the January air of New York City. You enter the rink after receiving the skates and clutch onto Joe’s arm tightly.

After you and Joe both falling multiple times, you both start to get the hang of it, eventually trying to outdo the other person. Joe literally acts like this trying to outdo you.

After a few laps around the rink, you notice that the people around you are starting to leave the rink. As you continue to skate with Joe in tow, a song begins to play over the loudspeaker. But not just any song. As Prince’s soulful voice fills the rink, you whip around to face your boyfriend.

“Did you tell them to play this?” you smile, your heart fluttering as you hear you and Joe’s “song” play. Joe just smiles and sings the chorus to Purple Rain like you always do together.

You two start to dance (as best you can in a ice skating rink) and revel in Prince’s beautiful voice.

Then you notice that the rink is completely and absolutely empty. The white ice blinds you and you look around confused. As you panic and think that it’s closing time, Joe grabs your cold hand.

“Y/N,” he begins to say, and the song fades out. And you realize just what is happening. Before Joe says anything, tears already threaten to spill.

“When I first met you, I didn’t know you would have such a big impact on my life. You have changed my life in ways that I can never thank you enough for. You have made me a better man, and I’m so lucky that I get to wake up every morning to see your beautiful face. You’re the one and only love of my life. I never want to ever live a life that you’re not in. I want to give you all of me and I want to grow old beside you, have dumb fights, experience new things with you, hell, I want to raise a little person that is half my being and half of the person that I adore so much: you,” he pulls a tiny velvet box out of his pocket, gets down on one knee, and opens the box. “Would you do me the incredulous honor of being my wife, Mrs. Y/n Mazzello?”

Tears fall like rivers out of your eyes. They spill off your face and onto the icy rink. You’re bent over, hands clasped around you mouth. Joe, on one knee, looks into your eyes so deeply, and you’re convinced that you can never love anyone as much as you love this man right in front of you.

“Yes,” you manage to get out breathlessly. And, as if a switch flipped, everyone outside of the rink cheers loudly, hooting and hollering. Joe stands back up on his skates, placing the gorgeous ring on your finger. After successfully slipping it onto you, he cheers with hands up, flashing a million dollar smile.

You take him into a tight embrace and kiss him with all the passion you have in your body, feeling the cold wind whip around both of your bodies as Purple Rain softly plays in the background.

You’re getting married. You’re getting married to Joe Mazzello.

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my masterlist looks uhhhhh naked,,,,, better do something about that

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Four's a crowd.

Summary: After being surprised by Brian and Roger- John finally joins in on what the three of you have been doing for years.

Warnings: SMUT again (although I feel it isn't as bad as part two...) a foursome, tried to keep John as innocent as possible 😂😭. Poly relationship (kinda although pretty much yeah) Lots of dirty talk, that motherfucking drumstick AGAIN, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), it's just one big sweaty mess (me too though) Swearing...John was too innocent for this but he took one for the team. Please do not read if you're under 18!

A/N: I REALLLLYYYYYY tried with this. I personally don't think it's that great (probably because it took me like seven hours to try and work out the...movements...of everyone ahjajkalajaj) nevertheless I hope you all enjoy this absolutely filthy fic. Y'all were so thirsty for this and I loved that 💖 Here is part one and part two incase you're wondering how the hell we got to this point.

"So...how did John find out?" You asked Roger who was sitting in the drivers seat of the van- you were in the passenger seat next to him. Brian and John were outside the van, you were watching the two of them chat, they'd glance up to you and Rog every now and then through the windscreen.

Roger let out a small snort of laughter under his breath. "Caught us fucking when we were in Montreal. Brian was bent over the vanity unit in the bathroom- we didn't think anyone would be back for hours but John forgot something so came back." Roger shifted in his seat slightly, remembering that night vividly. "I saw him watching us for a good five minutes before he went crazy and started shouting at us- mainly me because he knew that you and I shagged from time to time. He thought we were together and called me a whore for, and I quote, 'you'll just about fuck anything with a pulse!'" You burst out laughing and Roger joined in, capturing the attention of the two boys outside for a moment before they began talking again. "Brian and I explained it to him that you knew what we did and what our little arrangement was. He didn't quite get it so we thought 'fuck it' and invited him to join in." Roger said and you nodded. "Mind you, didn't take much convincing- he thinks you're gorgeous..." Roger began creeping his hand up your jean clad thigh. "Don't blame him for having a crush on you," he softly spoke, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip and looking at you with a sultry gaze. His hand slowly moved to your inner thighs and he began parting your legs with his strong fingers. You let out a shudder of a breath feeling his hand gently brush across your sensitive spot. "Not to be dramatic or anything, but I'd take a fucking bullet for this pussy."

You giggled and let you head fall back onto the headrest "Ever the charmer, Rog." He grinned and moved forward, his hand still resting on the inside of you thigh. He kissed you passionately and you softly hummed against his lips when he slipped his tongue in your mouth. He raised himself off his seat and moved his hands to softly grip your jawbone.

"Oi!" You and Roger both jumped and pulled back when Brian slammed his hands down on the bonnet of the van, giving you both a fright. "You two starting without us?"

Roger smirked "Just getting her warmed up!" You playfully nudged his arm. Brian smiled and shook his head, turning back to John.

"What does John like?" You asked with your eyes on him. The bassist could feel your burning glaze.

"Huge praise kink! You thought Bri was bad? Well! John will fucking fall to your feet if you say 'well done' to him." You stored that information away before Roger continued. "Likes dirty talk, obviously loves watching people getting it off!" He laughed.

You shuffled close to Roger so you were practically sitting on his leg. You began playing with his hair, braiding a small strand of it and strategically brushing your fingers against his neck every so often, making him sigh with delight. "You're going to be my ally tonight, aren't you, Blondie?" You purred his nickname. He didn't answer. "Aren't you?" You tugged on his hair a little and he gasped, grabbing your knee at the sensation. When you tugged Roger's hair- he melted like butter on hot toast, he obeyed your every wish.

"Sure thing, Angel," he pecked your lips and you let go of his golden locks. "Going to have a word with Bri," he tapped on your knee before getting out of the van. You smiled to yourself and ran your hand over the dashboard, you were happy to have the van back.

You jumped when the door open and shut. You saw John sitting were Roger sat a few moments ago. "Hey," he nervously smiled. "I'm a bit nervous," John admitted. "I've never done anything like this before!" He laughed and ran a hand through his long hair.

"Don't worry, darling," you soothingly began rubbing his thigh. A breath caught in his throat. "We'll take good care of you..." you lowly spoke and John swallowed hard.

"Uh," he cleared his throat and tried to compose himself "Any of you have likes or dislikes? I want to kinda prepare myself."

You smiled, he was always so compassionate and considerate of others. Even in a situation like this. "You mean have we got any kinks?" You asked and John's cheeks flushed red, he wasn't sure if he could say it as blunt as you did. His mouth usually ran away with him when adrenaline was pumping through his veins and was drunk on pleasure. You thought for a second "Brian's biggest kink? His guitar." You said and the bassist raised a brow. "He once made me play it while he banged me," John's breathing became more and more rapid. "I broke a string so he fucked me out of sheer anger when that happened." You giddily grinned to yourself "He had to carry me around the house the next day because my legs were so sore!" You glanced up to Rog "Roger has too many kinks to count...anything goes with him!"

"Do you have any...kinks?"

You blinked, unsure if you had heard John right. Honestly, you always saw him as the innocent, quiet one. Never did you think you'd hear him say the word 'kink'. "Well darling," you shuffled closer to him, your hot breath sent a chill down his spine when he felt it linger around his ear. "You'll just have to wait and find out if I do..." you pressed a kiss to the space between his ear and cheek.

He let out a rough breath at the sensation. "How did this all come about?" He asked- referring to your relationship with Brian and Roger.

"Well," you huffed, recalling the night the three of you decided to sleep together. "It was after a show of theirs and I was kissing Brian. Roger was getting jealous- I could see out of the corner of my eye," you smirked. "So I pulled back and Brian could tell by the look in my eyes what I wanted him to ask Roger. He joined in- it felt so wrong but so right for all of us. One thing led to another and before we all knew it, I was pegging Roger over the kitchen sink while Brian fucked me from behind."

John choked on thin air "G-good god..." he uttered, suddenly becoming very flustered and aroused.

You noticed and grinned "We're in a secluded enough place..." you said placing a hand on John's knee. "Do you want to start now?"

"God yes!"

The two of you got out of the van, you made your way over to Roger and Brian and told them that John was good to go if they were. With huge smirks on your faces, you all made your way into the back of the van. John sat on his own across from you, Rog and Bri. "Maybe we should show John exactly how this works," Roger's voice was already dripping with lust as he roamed his hands over you and reaching across to soothingly rub Brian's shoulders. John gulped as he watched Roger slip his tongue into your mouth, Brian then did the same.

You all moaned into the kiss, you pulled back and reached the tip of your tongue against Brian's neck while keeping your eyes locked onto John's. The poor bassist was already a mess and no one had touched him yet. "Mhmm look how much he's enjoying this," Brian's lips broke from Roger's momentarily when he felt you kissing his neck. You gasped feeling Brian's hand rub against the crotch of your jeans, creating just enough friction to make you longingly moan for more.

You reached your mouth up a little to nibble on Brian's ear while he kept rubbing his hand against you. Roger's fingers were carefully unbuttoning your shirt and when enough skin was exposed, he began kissing your shoulder. John subconsciously began to unbutton his own shirt and jeans at the sight of the three of you. You felt Roger grin against your skin "Someone's eager..." he murmured in your ear. "Go get him, angel." He gently slapped your bum and you crawled over to John, who in shock and surprise, began to lay down the closer you got.

You straddled John's hips, he was getting harder by the second. You pulled off your top and smirked down at him "Enjoying the view?" He quickly nodded, his eyes practically glued to your black bra. You raised yourself up a little, John jolted when he felt his jeans suddenly being peeled off his legs by Brian and Roger. You sat back down, John let out a shaky groan when he felt the fabric of your jeans against his bare skin and the thin fabric of his boxers. You began to grind against him "They're going to watch us for a little bit, darling," you winked and John looked back to Roger and Brian who were in their boxers, they sent the bassist an approving nod. You sat back a little to pull off your jeans and John sat upright. When you settled yourself on his right thigh, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips, gently encouraging him to rock you back and fourth on his leg. You hummed "Like that, John..." he started behind a little rougher with you, he could feel a wetness pooling on his thigh. "Hmm that feels so good, darling..." you peppered kisses against his jaw and John's eyes shut over. "Will you play with me, John?" You asked in a soft tone- his eyes shot open when you grabbed his hand and put it inside your underwear against your soaking core. "They love watching people play with me..." you purred and John let out a shaky groan.

He started off slowly "Like this?" He asked with a trembling voice. He was so nervous and so desperate to do it right- it was melting your heart.

"Uh huh," you hummed and gasped when his fingers brushed against a sensitive spot. "O-oh god that felt good!" You moaned and your head fell back. You smirked, being reminded of your conversation with Roger earlier. "You're such a good boy, Deaky..." he dreamily sighed and had a smile forming on his face as he fingered you faster. "O-oh such a good boy, you're making me feel so good!" You let out a surprised high pitched wail when he slipped two fingers inside you. "Holy fucking Jesus!" You gripped onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

Roger and Brian were moaning from behind you both. "That's it, John...we know how much you've wanted to make her cum ever since you first saw her. Now's your chance." Roger grinned as Brian kissed his neck.

"You heard the man," you smirked and kissed John, pulling on his bottom lip with your teeth. "Make me cum." You growled and John pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them. That shocked you. John was really starting to get into it.

"You taste better than I ever imagined," he kissed you again, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"What did you imagine, John?" You asked in a honeyed tone "Did you ever imagine me cumming in your mouth? Screaming out your name?" He nodded, his hands gripping onto any area of flesh he could find. You remembered he liked dirty talk. "Did you ever imagine me cumming around your cock? Yours." You emphasised with a growing grin, John whimpered as a response "Since you've been such a good boy so far, I might just let you do that later."

"I need to taste you properly," he whispered.

"What was that, Deaky darling?" You teased "You need to be louder."

He lowly growled "I need to taste you. I need to taste that fucking glorious pussy that they two always fucking talk about!" He gritted out and you let out a fluttery laugh.

"Alright then..." you fell back, your head landing on Roger and Brian's thighs. "Taste this fucking glorious pussy then." John bit down so forcefully on his lip that he almost drew blood. He pulled off your underwear and pried apart your legs, taking a second to inhale a deep lungful of air. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, especially in front of Bri and Roger. You were their girl and they were more than happy to share. "Oh f-fuck..." you drawled out and your back arched slightly, Roger kept you in place by pressing a hand on your shoulder. John wasted no time devouring you, his tongue lapping up every single inch of your throbbing heat.

Brian reached out and grabbed onto John's long hair, making him moan into your pussy and causing a waves of electricity to flow through your body. "She likes it when you put your tongue right in," Brian guided John and you let out a ragged gasp of air feeling John's tongue inside you. "Good boy, Deaky," he moaned again and you squeezed your eyes shut- bracing yourself for the bolt of electricity.

Your hips raised more into John's face, he grabbed your legs and kept eating you out "J-Jesus...I think I'm going to cum already!" You groaned feeling that heavenly sensation build inside you. "Good fucking GOD!" You screamed as Roger began kissing your breasts. Your eyes were looking upwards, all you could see was Brian. "Kiss me!" You whined and he happily obliged.

"Say his name when you cum," Brian bit your lips and growled against his.

"J-John!" You breathed out before completely coming undone on his tongue "God! JOHN!" You screamed and then began to recover when he pulled back, bashfully wiping the remnants of you from around his mouth.

"Was that okay?" He asked.

You let out a breathy laugh "More than okay- amazing!" You managed to sit upright and place your fingers under his chin "Good boy," you pecked his lips "Well done..." you purred and he groaned.

"Think we'll need a safe-word before we really get started?" Roger asked with a smirk.

You giggled "Aww remember when Brian forgot what it was one time so he just kept saying 'safe-word' and we had to stop because we were laughing so much!" You and Roger leaned on each other while you both laughed, Brian had a less than impressed expression on his face.

"Don't know what you're laughing at, Y/L/N," Brian playfully narrowed his eyes at you. "This is about to get very interesting..."

You raised a brow "What do you mean?" You watched as Brian grabbed the tie Roger had been wearing. You stopped him before he could put it around your eyes "What's happening?"

"A little game, angel..." Roger had that devilish glint in is eye. He was going back on his word about being your ally. "Both boys are experts at fingering...their instruments..." he added. "Lets see if you can tell who is. Is it going to be the gorgeous one with the guitar? Or the beautiful bassist?" Roger tied the tie around your eyes like a blindfold, darkening your world but letting your other senses run wild. "I've gotta warn you, get it wrong and you'll be punished..." you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I swear to god, Roger! I'm going to kill you one of these days before you get the chance to kill me-" you gasped feeling something in your mouth. A ball of lacy fabric.

"You talk to much..." Roger droned and you could hear him shuffling back. "I'll take your knickers out your mouth again when you're guessing."

Your breath hitched feeling a finger brush against your slit. That was unfair. You knew you had a fifty/fifty chance of getting it right. Roger pulled your underwear from your mouth "Brian."

"Hmm, correct," you proudly grinned and Roger pecked your cheek. "Who's this..."

You felt three fingers gently rub up and down against you making you let out a delighted hum. You recognised that soft, delicate, tender touch from earlier. "That was, John."

"You're good at this game, angel...it's going to get tougher..." he warned.

You then felt a finger slip inside you while others frantically danced over your clit, making you jolt at the unexpected contact "Oh Bri!" You moaned.

Roger tutted "You're wrong...that was Deaky."

"Oh god..." you groaned and then yelped when you felt something hard hit against your nipples. You gasped and pressed your hands to your chest "What the hell was that?!" You yelped.

"You didn't think I'd forget the drumsticks, did you?" Oh you could have happily smacked that smirk Roger would have on his face right now. "Anyway...next guess!"

You moaned feeing two fingers inside you, gently pumping "Uh..." you moaned, quickly losing focus. "Oh J-Jesus...that's...that's the both of them!" You loudly groaned and your back began to rise from the floor of the van as they continuously kept pumping you.

"Good guess," Roger paused for a moment, you could hear shuffling in the van. "Guess this person."

Your breath hitched feeling a kiss being pressed to your core. "That one wasn't fair!" You whined "They didn't even use their fingers!"

Roger whacked you again and you cried out in sheer pleasure feeling the pain on your chest "Guess!"

"F-fine! John?!" You yelped when Roger spanked you again before soothingly rubbing the red marks with his hands.

"Wrong guess, baby. That was Brian! Try again..."

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling three fingers inside you "O-oh f-fuck! That's..." you mewed "Three...all three of you!" You yelled out and pulled off your makeshift blindfold and found the three of them fingering you with huge grins in their faces.

"Good job, angel," Roger smirked and pulled out his finger, bringing it to your mouth and placing his finger between the both of you to lick off your juices. The other two did the same but Brian placed his finger in John's mouth and then the bassist tentively mirrored the action. You grinned and lightly laughed when yours and Roger's tongues brushed against each other's. "You taste so fucking good." Roger hummed and ran a hand through your hair. "Want to fuck, John? He's desperate to know how glorious your pussy feels..." he purred.

You glanced back to John with a smirk "Suppose I better but him out his misery," Roger pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek and you shuffled over to John. He was now upright on his knees and you gripped his cock and began to stroke him up and down. A large moan left from between his barely parted lips "You want me, Deaks?" You began leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and then sucking on a little patch of sensitive skin. You bit it when you didn't get answer and he jumped a little- positive that he was going to end up with a bruise there tomorrow. "I'll leave you with more spots than a leopard if you don't answer me..."

John let out a yelp just as you heard wood whack against soft skin and sat down. "Yeah, John!" Roger was enjoying spanking people with that drumstick a little too much. "Answer her! Tell her exactly what you want."

John mumbled almost incoherently at first, his eyes looking at your chest he was so shy. You placed your fingers under his chin and raised his head to meet your line of vision "I want inside your pussy- I want to cum inside you!" He begged.

"You've been such a good boy I'm going to let you do just that..." you kept your eyes locked with his as you lowered yourself down on his solid length. He hissed feeling your wet heat around him and gripped onto your waist, raising you up and down. "Christ! John..." you leaned forward and whispered in his ear with a ragged breath "Can I insure your fingers?" You giggled feeling his hand rubbing against you. "G-god!" You squeaked "They're magic!" You brushed your hand over his face "Mhmm you feel so good inside me!" Your eyes shut and you loudly sighed. "You're fucking bigger than them!" He let out a broken laugh and proudly smirked- you burst out laughing and rested your forehead on his shoulder, your laugh cutting itself short when he began trusting harder after your compliment.

"You hear that boys?" He called out to Brian and Roger who were helping each other get themselves off while watching the pair of you. "Y/N said I have a huge dick!" He loudly groaned, it scraped against his throat. "I honestly don't...don't think I'll last a lot longer..." he strained, the sweat on his forehead making his hair stick to his head, you brushed it back a little.

"That's alright," you sweetly smiled before turning sinister. "Because once you've finished inside me...I'm going to go on all fours and suck your cock until I make you cum again in my mouth, all while Roger fucks me and Brian fucks Roger." You gasped feeling a rush of heat inside you. John was loudly groaning, crying out your name "O-oh good...good god!" You tried to catch your breath "Y-you came?"

"Can you blame me?!" He tiredly laughed "Hearing those words leaving that pretty mouth of yours..." he caught his breath and traced his finger over your lips, you gently bit it before suggestively sucking it, he loudly groaned at the sensation. "Think I'll cum again any second now if I keep thinking about it!" Your head drooped forward and you laughed into his neck. Roger lit a cigarette and took a drag before placing it between John's lip's, you were still on his lap. He could feel you dripping out onto his thigh. "Needed this, mate," he laughed and inhaled a lungful- passing it back to Roger who did the same, only he began finishing it off. The two of them exhaled the smoke over your skin, Roger left kisses on your neck. You got off John and got on all fours like you said, he winced and moaned feeling your lips around his still sensitive head. "Y-you're really...wow..."

You smirked "Lots of practice with these tw-OOOH!" You moaned against John's cock when Roger slid himself inside you and started thrusting into you hard. "G-God!" You gagged on John as the rhythmic thrusting was pushing you forward- you were pushed forward even further when Brian joined in. Roger let out an animalistic growl and you let out a scream when he went even faster. "Ch-Christ!" You hummed and John let out a loud pleasure induced cry, his eyes screwing shut.

"She loves it...loves it so much when I pound her pussy like a bass drum, John!" Roger was gasping for air.

"He once did it with Y/N while actually pounding on a fucking bass drum!" Brian let out a tired laugh.

You were almost falling forward completely, John's hands were in your hair to pull your head down on him completely but the tingling sensation in your arms were starting to make them wobble. "I got y-you, angel," Roger breathed out and held your arms "Just make John fucking cum again!" He roared before crying out Brian's name. "Brian! P-please cum in me, Bri..." he begged.

"Since you've asked so nicely and since you're being so good to our Y/N." Brian groaned and dug his fingers into Roger's flesh. "Jesus this van is like a SAUNA!" Brian yelled. He was right, the four of you were dripping with sweat and the smoke from the recently finished cigarette hung in the air. "Rog, I'm almost there..." his words managed to fall out his mouth and Bri slapped the drummers bum harshly. In that split second it was like a chain reaction. When Roger felt the harsh contact of Brian's hand, he came- that made you cum. When John witnessed you cumming right in front of his face while sucking him off- he came. In the end it was too much for Brian hearing everyone's orgasmic wails and screams- he too eventually came undone. You all pulled away from one another and sat catching your breaths.

Your mouth was covered in streams of white "If you two want a chance to taste how good John is- now's your chance." Your chest was heaving. John watched through half hooded eyes Brian and Roger's mouth latch against yours, their tongues licking up the mess he had just made. John couldn't believe how much he was being turned on again after just finishing a minute or two earlier.

Without letting another moment pass- John leaned forward, trying to get in on the action. Roger pulled away and grinned, surprised at the Deaky's eagerness. Rog joined in again and the four of you shared a steamy kiss. You smiled into the hot and heavy make out session before you all eventually broke apart. "Sorry," John apologised but had nothing to be sorry for. "I wanted to taste me...and all of you." The four of you shared a giggle. John wiped the sweat away from your forehead with a tender smile. You were all soaking with sweat. "Think we're all wetter than Y/N right now..." the three boys laughed loudly and you nudged John's arm.

"Hey, angel," your head snapped up to Roger and he tossed you something. You shook you head with a huge grin on your face. A sweatband. "Didn't forget it this time."

An idea popped into your mind. "How about we all go back to mine and have a shower together?" You smirked.

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"Is he still having a nap?" Roger asked, cuddling you from behind as you took the teabag out your mug. "He is such a kinky little twink don't you think?"

You took a sip and turned in Roger's arms to face him. "We tired him out," you smirked and winked before taking another mouthful of tea. "And he's not a twink...you are." Roger blinked in shock. "Brian agrees with me, don't you?" The guitarist positively hummed as he drank his tea doing a crossword. "You do enjoy getting shafted, Rog, by Brian...and me." You sipped on your hot tea.

Roger shook his head, glancing to Brian and then back to you. "Are you both for real? Is today 'drag Roger Taylor' day?!"

"Every day with you is a drag..." Brian uttered and you stifled a laugh. Roger narrowed his eyes at you.

"That was a bit below the belt, Bri," you said with a smile on your face.

"Funny..." Brian looked up to the both of you from the paper. "Isn't it you who's usually below our belts?"

You glared at Brian who had a boyish smirk on his face before rolling your eyes and moving on. "I still can't believe I'm coming with you on tour!" You grinned before becoming serious and pointing at Roger. "I'm going to get you back for earlier, blondie!"

"What did I do?!" His voice pitched.

"You bloody went against me and blindfolded me! So much for being my ally." You laughed and hit his chest. You tried to escape his grip but he held onto you tighter and lifted you up on the kitchen counter, ticking your sides. "B-Brian! Help!" You giggled. Brian got up off the chair and manged to pick you up, Roger chasing you both around the kitchen. John walked in he smiled at the sight. When Brian and Roger first explained to him what the three of you did, he never understood how it worked. After witnessing first-hand what happened behind closed doors...or even in the back of a van...it was clear that it clicked for all three of you. And watching the three of you laughing around the kitchen, it was also clear that the three of you really cared about one another and loved each other. "John!" You smiled and Brian put you down and returned to his crossword, Roger sat down at the table across from him. "Tea?"

"Would love a cup, thanks." You began preparing it for him. "Your bed in super comfortable."

"Does the job," you winked and John's cheeks flushed bright red. You heard Brian and Roger laughing at something in the newspaper Bri was doing his crossword in. "Hey, John?" He hummed "Remember you asked me earlier what my kinks were?"

He cleared his throat "Uh...ye-yeah?" You slid him his tea and he took a large gulp. You rested your lower back on the kitchen countertop and looked at Brian and Roger with a soft smile on your face.

"My kink is seeing those two happy." John was shocked, the sincerity of your words warmed his heart. He honestly thought you were going to say bondage or something. "And the van," you added with a laugh and John giggled. "So boys..." you had the keys to the van hanging off your finger- three pairs of eyes widened simultaneously. "Round two?"

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