Roger Taylor, Brian May and John Deacon x reader: One Shots (Smut & Fluff)

Brian May x reader (Smut)

Brian May x reader (Smut) (2582 words!)

Fifth member of Queen as the female vocalist;)

1974

You wake up early today, trying not to be late, knowing how mad Roger gets when someone isn't on time. It takes you 15 minutes to get to the studio so you didn't have much time, and you knew you were gonna be a bit late. Even 5 minutes too late is enough to send Roger over the edge. Last time Freddie was late, Roger got so mad he flipped the table with the scrabble game on, started crying and drove home. Freddie was 3 hours late, so you didn't judge him, but crying. Really?

You got out of bed, trying not to fall asleep again. Your legs shaking after the night before. You didn't know Brian could last that long, but bloody hell you liked it.

"Morning, darling" a sweet voice said from the doorframe between your bedroom and bathroom.

You turn around, squinting your eyes at the bright light. You see a beautiful tall man, with big dark hair standing with his hand on his hip, and the other holding his toothbrush in his mouth.

"Morning, babe" you reply, remembering what you guys did last night. You smile big, looking him up and down, giving him a naughty look.

He walked back into the bathroom, smirking, spitting out the toothpaste and washing his mouth in the running faucet. You followed him, giving him a hug from behind. Looking at the time, you run back into your shared room, putting on some clothes, and running back to get Brian. You drag him by his arm, running down the stairs, taking everything you need in the other hand.

«Hey, hey, hey» Brian says, stopping you from running right into the door.

«Hurry, we should've been there by now" You yell, sprinting out the front door into your car.

"Oh c'mon, y/n, a few minutes late shouldn't bother him" he says, looking at you in the car, beside him.

"Are you going to calm Roger down when he throws a tantrum at us for being late?" You say, with a serious look upon your beautiful face.

Brian didn't even answer, knowing you'd get mad if he said yes. You drive fast through the streets of London, with your Chevrolet Vega, that Brian had bought you for your birthday last year. Brian looks over at you for a few seconds, before reaching his hand down your inner thigh, knowing you loved to be touched there. His fingers going up and down in slow motions, making you slightly moan at the feeling of Brian's slender hands going further and further up your skirt.

"Brian, not now, we gotta get to the studio" you flirt, putting your hand on Brian's hand, making him stop his motions and taking his hand back in his own lap.

"I want you" he whispers into your ear, taking his hand up to your chin, sucking on your neck, right on your sweet spot.

You groan, stretching your neck out, making more space for Brian to suck on. He stops when you got out of the car, running into the studio, leaving Brian alone in the car. You rush into the studio, finding Roger on Johns lap, with tears in his eyes. John petting Rogers head like a dog, calming the grown man down.

"How could you!!" Roger scream, as he got up wiping away his tears.

"We are 20 minutes late Roger, don't be such a baby" Brian answer, knowing it's not gonna end well.

"Roger calm down, they probably didn't mean it, and I just heard Freddie's car pull up" John says, looking up at Roger who is as red as a tomato.

"Hello, darlings" Freddie says, opening the door to where he found his band mates arguing.

"You too?" Roger cries, looking directly into Freddie's eyes, making him a bit sorry for being late. Again.

"Oh don't be such a bore, I came up with a few song ideas yesterday that I want to try" Freddie said, with a big smile on his face.