Freddie Mercury imagines

Crazy little thing called love

A/N: This chapter does contain some more lemon/smut, just so you know. If you're uncomfortable reading, then you may skip. 

1979

You smoothed out your outfit and brushed your hair carefully. 

You had been asked by your boyfriend to participate in the music video for his band's new song. You were a well known model, and you often gave in whenever Freddie begged you to do something with him.

You arrived at the set in the afternoon and walked inside, walking over to the boys who were dressed in greaser like outfits.

"Hey boys!" You waved, getting the band's attention.

"Hi Y/N." John said quietly, giving you a small smile.

 "Cut your hair, did you Brian?" You commented.

"Just a trim." Brian shrugged.

"He wouldn't really cut it, he was born like that apparently." Roger snorted.

"Be quiet, Taylor." Brian glared.

Your eyes scanned the room for Freddie, but found nothing.

You jumped a bit when you felt arms wrapping around your waist.

"I was looking for you." You grinned, turning around to face your boyfriend.

"I'd say you've found me, honey." Freddie responded with a similar smirk.

He looked you up and down, and his smirk grew.

"You look ravishing, dear... I want to take those clothes off you terribly." He purred lowly.

"If you behave, perhaps you'll get the chance later." You murmured, making his eyes widen.

"You can shag her later Fred, we have a video to make." John rolled his eyes.

Freddie gave the bassist a dirty look while you reddened but quickly recovered.

"Don't worry Deaky, it's not like we're going to fuck right in front of you." Freddie scoffed.

After a few minutes the video began filming, and you had quite a fun time. You had many interactions with Freddie during the video, and during every one, you felt very satisfied in knowing he was secretly counting down the seconds until it was over so he could go home and "have fun" with you. Although then again, you didn't give in too easily, you were in a bit of a mood to deny him a little bit.

"Cut!" The director yelled, making everyone freeze.

"Great job everyone, we've got it." 

You turned to face Freddie, who had an evil smile on his face while his eyes twinkled.

"After you, my love." He winked as the two of you left.

You got into the car, waving goodbye to the others.

Freddie put a hand on your thigh, which traveled up your leg making you suppress a shiver.

"You're so beautiful, my darling...." He whispered softly, stroking your hair with his other hand. 

You tiredly leaned against him, barely hearing the driver tell you you arrived home.

"Come, dear." Freddie said as he helped you out of the car and got into the house.

As soon as you reached the bedroom, Freddie wasted no time jumping on you and resting his hands on the insides of your legs.

"A warning would be nice." You scoffed.

"I told you I would rip your clothes off you earlier." Freddie murmured.

"I said you could do that if you behaved." You crossed your arms.

"Which I did."

"Eh..."

"I'll be gentle." Freddie pleaded, a pout on his face.

You groaned.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate your pout?"

"Have I ever told you how much I hate being distracted?" Freddie retorted as he began to undress.

Freddie stood beside the bed and began to take your clothes off.

"I liked being in the video today to be honest," You admitted.

"See? I have great ideas, and not all of them are stupid." He gloated with a grin.

"I never said the idea was stupid, all I said was I enjoyed it." 

Freddie chuckled.

 "And you'll enjoy this even more."

Warning: Smut/lemon

Freddie climbed onto the bed and pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. 

He gently put his finger into you, delighting in the moan you emitted.  

He stuck another one in, wiggling it a bit. He entered a third and smiled as you sighed with pleasure.

He moved his fingers inside of you, keeping you on his lap with his other hand when you were beginning to move involuntarily.

"Freddie.." You mumbled as his fingers hit a sensitive spot inside you.

He took them out and began adjusting your positions.

He laid you on your back onto the pillows and moved closer to you.

Slowly, you felt him enter you, making you whimper.

He moved carefully and continued to make love to you while you cried out.

Eventually, he stopped and laid down next to you.

"Tired?" He whispered.

You hummed drowsily in response.

Freddie draped an arm over you and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

"I love you."  He crooned into your ear.

"I know." You muttered as you closed your eyes and fell asleep on his chest.

The end,

A/N: Well there it is folks, my second attempt at writing smut. I think my first time was better tbh. But, if y'all like it then I'm satisfied. Feel free to leave requests or tell me what you think.

Love you darlings :)