Poly!Beatles X F!Virgin!Reader - Open Invitation
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You'd wondered about the strange look they seem to have shared, but thought nothing of it until reached your hand in your pocket to pull out a lighter, only to find a scrap of paper. The boys had slipped a special invitation into your pocket at your meet and greet, one they had been saving for a very special fan.
But here you were, standing in the hotel hallway and staring up at the door in front of you, glancing down at the slip of paper to make sure you have the right room number. You suddenly began to get cold feet, wondering if this was some kind of sick joke. Would you open the door, only to be met with bewildered expressions on unfamiliar faces? Or, even worse, would you be greeted by the four of them, cackling like a pack of hyenas at your gullible nature?
You push away those unwelcome thoughts, putting on as brave a face as you can muster and raising a trembling hand to the door. You knock thrice as instructed, waiting with bated breath. Until...
"Y/N! We were beginning to worry you'd run our invitation through the wash. Come on in!" Paul welcomes you, holding the hotel door open.
You sigh in relief and chuckle nervously, taking a few tentative steps into the suite, the scent of cigarette smoke and cologne almost overpowering. The other three all greet you, seated in various positions on the sectional sofa.
A voice stands apart from the others, clearer than the rest - it's John.
"We've been looking forward to this all week."
Your heart skips a beat and you look to him with innocent confusion.
"And... what, exactly, is this?"
The four men exchange shocked glances, having assumed you knew what was intended by the invitation.
"Well, we thought... you know, with us," Ringo begins, but John cuts him off.
"We want to shag ya. The four of us," he explains bluntly.
George gives him a swift elbow to the ribs.
"Knock it off, mate! You'll scare the poor thing." John only rolls his eyes in response.
You're taken aback by the proposition. You know no one in their right mind would pass up such an opportunity and, though not opposed, you can't help but feel intimidated. This would be your first time, and with The Beatles? All of them?!
Paul interrupts your train of thought.
"You really don't have to, we can just-"
"No, no! Believe me, I've dreamt about this forever. It's just..." you trail off, somewhat embarrassed.
"What is it? You can tell us, we won't judge," Ringo encourages, but John interjects.
"If we didn't say anything about that outfit you wore to our concert, you know we're good for it," he snickers.
George throws him another jab to the ribs with his elbow.
"Ow!"
You ignore his snide comment, too focused on the matter at hand to be offended.
"I'm... a virgin," you admit, bracing yourself for laughter. Instead, you're met with gentle nods and understanding expressions from the four men. They take a moment to process your admission.
"We wouldn't want to pressure you," assures George as you take a deep breath.
You take a moment to consider the idea. On one hand, this is an important part of someone's life, a milestone - not exactly a decision to be rushed. But on the other... it's The Beatles. I mean, come on. This is the opportunity of a lifetime.
"Well, if there was ever a good time... I suppose this would be it."
"You sure, love?" Ringo chimes in. "The last thing we'd want is for you to feel uncomfortable."
"I'm sure."
"Well, all right then." They share another look amongst themselves before John nods and looks to you.
"We'll start off slow then, yeah? C'mere," he says, patting his thighs. You approach, nervous excitement coursing through your veins.
You sit on his lap, your body tense. He places his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.
"Loosen up, I wont bite."
"Yeah, right."
He shoots George a look.
"Unless you ask nicely," he says with a wink.
You chuckle, beginning to relax. The others watch intently as John shifts his hands to your waist, gently massaging your sides. He mumbles lazily in your ear, his thick accent intoxicating.
"Speak up, Johnny!"
"Share with the class, will ya?"
"Oh, piss off," John dismisses Paul and Ringo, returning to your ear for a nibble. You giggle at the unfamiliar feeling, his nose brushing against your cheek. He moves to your neck, starting off with gentle kisses before growing bolder, leaving love bites along the junction of your neck and shoulder.
You shiver as his hands wander lower - down to your hips, giving them a squeeze, then coming to rest on your thighs. The size of his hands and the warmth of his palms stir something within you. You inhale sharply, biting your lip as a familiar heat pools in your abdomen - the same kind you feel when you watch the lads perform. Judging by the growing bulge beneath you, it seems John is enjoying himself just as much.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes!" You reply breathlessly, a little too eager. "Yes. Keep going."
This earns a chorus of chuckles from the group, who have each begun to palm themselves through their trousers at the sight.
John's hands work their way to your inner thighs, caressing and squeezing gently. He mumbles sweet nothings in your ear as he parts them. His warm breath tickles the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
"More, I want more."
At that, Paul stands and steps closer to you, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger.
"You want more, do you, pretty girl?"
You nod enthusiastically, whining in arousal.
"Perhaps she could use something in that pretty mouth of hers to muffle those whines," George suggests with a smirk. You get what he's hinting at, biting your lip and giggling nervously as you look up at Paul.
"I'm not sure I know how..."
"Oh, I'm more than happy to show you, love... if you would."
"Please."
"Eager little thing, eh?" George and Ringo tease, but Paul ignores them.
"Sweet girl... I'll give you what you want."
Paul undoes his trousers and drops them to his ankles, followed quickly by his briefs. You can't help but stare, awestruck, and Paul chuckles.
"Like what you see?"
You nod.
"Would you?" he asks, and it takes you a moment to realize he's inviting you to touch. You reach a tentative hand out in front of you.
"No need to be nervous," he soothes, stroking your hair tenderly.
You grasp the base of his length, hand trembling, and Paul groans at the contact. His skin is softer than you's expected, somehow, and you decide you like the feeling. You begin to move your hand up and down, pumping him cautiously as if afraid to hurt him. Your eyes flicker from your own hand to Paul's face, cheeks flushed and mouth agape. The sight of him this way, knowing what you can do to him with just a few simple touches, makes you feel powerful in a way.
Meanwhile, John's hand slips beneath the waistband of your knickers, traveling lower until he reaches your heat. You instinctively tighten your grip on Paul and the two of you moan in tandem. John trails a finger up your slick folds, drawing gentle circles around your clit.
"Mm... are you ready to open up for me, sweetheart?" Paul asks, his voice almost sickeningly sweet. By this point, Ringo and George have both unzipped their flies, tugging their trousers and briefs down past their hips. They're clearly enjoying this little show, pleasuring themselves as they devour you with their eyes.
"Go on, doll," John encourages. "Take 'im into your mouth."
You do as he instructs, eliciting another soft moan from Paul. He tightens his hold on your hair, using all of his willpower to keep himself from tugging you down onto him.
"Oh, good girl... further, if you can. I won't rush ya."
You pull back for a breath before obeying, slowly taking more of him into your mouth. He throws his head back, groaning in satisfaction. A string of curses tumble from his lips at the soft, warm feeling and you hear John snicker behind you. You really start to get the hang of things, falling into a steady rhythm and bobbing your head as if you were made for this.
All of a sudden, your focus is broken as John's fingers cease their movements and you feel them wander lower. He slides a finger inside of you, taking care to go slow - he's far more gentle than you had imagined. You moan around Paul and he growls, faced flushed pink and eyes screwed shut.
"Fuck... don't stop, doll. You're perfect," he praises and you continue as John's hand moves between your legs.
The friction of his fingers along with Paul's words of praise leaves you lightheaded - well, that and the lack of oxygen. As you pull away for air, George clears his throat.
"What about us, Macca?" He quirks an eyebrow, gesturing to himself and Ringo.
Paul hesitates for a moment before sighing, irritated.
"Fine... I'm getting close, anyway," he grumbles, tugging his waistband back up as you pout in disappointment.
Soon enough, Paul takes a seat on the sofa and George and Ringo take his place, pumping themselves idly as they gaze down at you with lust-filled eyes.
"Go on, doll," George begins, a wolfish grin playing on his handsome features. You comply, taking him into your mouth a little too far as you sputter and cough.
"Careful, dear," he chuckles. "Take it slow."
You try again, more gradually this time. John squeezes your hip with his free hand and you squeak, sending pleasant vibrations through George's lower half.
"That's it, love. Nice and easy," he groans, running his fingers through your hair. After a few minutes you gain momentum, growing more confident in your actions. A tight knot forms in George's stomach as he feels the others' eyes on the two of you, heat rising to his cheeks as he lets out another deep growl. You continue your work on him, but Ringo becomes impatient, scoffing and nudging George's shoulder to snap him out of his stupor.
"C'mon, mate. I think it's my turn - that is, if the lass'll have me." He turns to you, a hopeful glint in his blue eyes.
You nod, humming an "mm-hm" around George's cock. He relents, pulling away begrudgingly.
"Fine. Go on, Rich."
"Attaboy, Ritchie," John pipes up, a lazy grin on his face. Paul simply gazes at you through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by the performance you've been putting on.
Ringo stands before you, trousers undone. He seems a bit nervous, but any reservations he has are quickly overpowered by desire as he sees your glistening lips and messy hair. You reach a curious hand up and Ringo takes it in his calloused one, guiding you to grasp the base of his length. You give him a soft tug, catching him off guard. He draws a breath through clenched teeth, eyes fluttering closed.
You take him slowly into your mouth, your jaw working overtime to accommodate his size. Once you've settled into your pace, you begin to experiment with your tongue, tracing the underside of his cock. He growls almost primally, tightening his grip on your hair and moaning your name as you bring him closer to the edge.
"All right, you've had your fun," George interrupts and buries his own hand in your hair, gently grasping and tugging. You go to work on him once again, in a daze.
"That's not fair, mate. I had her," Ringo retorts, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you back in his direction. The two men bicker as they stand over you, essentially playing tug-of-war with your mouth.
"All right, all right, that's enough of that." John swats their hands away and they draw back, pouting.
"Yeah, c'mon, lads. We'll each have our turn," Paul chastises.
"In fact, " muses John, "I'd say it's about time Paulie and I take the reigns, eh?" He withdraws his hand from between your thighs, casually licking his fingers clean.
"Wait, wait... and? How's that supposed to work."
"Come with us, love. We'll show you." Paul takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, the other three following suit.
John places a soothing hand on your upper back, ushering you to the bed.
"On all fours, darling. Just relax."
You do as he instructs, getting into position as the others watch on with hungry eyes. John pushes your skirt up above your hips and tugs gently on the waistband of your knickers.
"Can I take care of these for ya?" he smirks.
You hesitate for only a moment before turning back to look at him over your shoulder.
"Yes. Please."
"Eager, are we?" They all chuckle and John slides them off, his trousers growing even tighter at the sight of you bare before him.
"Christ, you're soaked," he murmurs and you blush, somewhat embarrassed.
"Is that... bad?"
"Oh. Right." You bite your lip. John undoes his trousers and lines himself up at your entrance, stroking your hair to calm you.
John chuckles, amused by your inexperience. "No, sweetheart, not at all. It tells me you're excited - y'know, ready for me."
"Now - you're sure you want this, yeah?"
"Yes! Yes. I've thought it through, and..." you draw a breath, "this is what I want."
John groans, satisfied by your response.
"All right. Relax your body as much as you can, and keep your breathing steady. Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he reassures and you nod.
"Ready for me, love?"
You hiss and squeeze your eyes shut. John waits for your body to adjust to the intrusion before gradually sinking all the way in, using your hip as leverage while he buries himself inside you. The others look on with a combination of jealousy and need, wishing they were the ones to fill you.
"Yes! Yes. I want you, John," you beg and he takes your cue, pushing slowly into you.
"Fuck, doll. You're so bloody tight," John growls as you grip the bedsheets beneath you. The other three groan, imagining themselves in John's place. After a few moments, he speaks up.
"I'm going to move now, doll."
John begins to move, sliding in and out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you. You whine in pleasure, the sudden friction causing you to arch your back further. His breathing grows heavy, grunting as he increases his pace.
"Mm-hm," you whimper and brace yourself.
"Ah... fuck. Uh-huh," you manage as John continues to fuck you into the mattress.
"Mm... you're doing so good. Think you can take Paulie too?" he challenges and Paul lifts his head, pausing his movements.
Paul approaches, a sly grin on his boyish features as he stands in front of you.
"Yes, Paulie, yes! I need you all so bad."
"Sure you can handle it, love?"
You moan around him as he slides himself into your mouth, stilling when he hits the back of your throat. He pauses, composing himself before sliding in and out of your mouth, gripping the base of his length as he guides himself.
Your words elicit a collective moan from the men and Paul presses his tip to your mouth, eager to have you again.
"She's damn good, ain't she, Paulie?" he asks through his own pleasured grunts. Paul hums in agreement as the two men thrust in and out of you, the rhythmic push and pull scrambling your thoughts and dulling your senses.
"Bloody hell," he mutters, "Her mouth feels so good Paul groans as John chuckles breathlessly, increasing his pace to match Paul's.
"Feeling generous, love? You've got two hands, after all," Ringo points out. In your lust-filled trance, you raise your arms, offering your hands to the two men. They gratefully accept, thrusting into your fists as the four of them surround you.
Ringo and George, stroking themselves to the sight, begin to feel left out and approach the bed.
You take care of the men's needs surprisingly well considering your lack of experience.
"She's too bloody tight to have done anything before. Trust me, Macca," he groans, gripping your hips as he fucks you into the mattress.
"You sure you haven't done this before, doll?" Paul questions, but John interjects.
"Fuck... Christ, love. Where do you want me?" he asks and you consider your options.
Your whines increase in pitch and frequency, but you certainly aren't alone as all of the men approach their climaxes.
"On my ass," you reply and he pulls out near-immediately, spilling his load on your lower half. You revel in the warmth, moaning around Paul as he approaches his own summit. He pulls out of your mouth, unloading onto your pretty face while you lie as still as possible, drunk on the taste of him.
"Bloody hell, Y/N..." Ringo murmurs.
While John and Paul catch their breaths, George and Ringo increase the speed of their movements, driven by the sight of you drenched in their bandmates' cum.
"I-I'm going to-" he pulls out of your hand, covering your chest and shoulder with his hot cum as George does the same, groaning your name loudly.
The five of you take a moment to breathe, all of you sweaty and spent. You collapse onto the bed, none of them really caring about the mess.
"You should probably clean yourself up, love," Paul suggests. Begrudgingly, you rise from the bed and head for the attached bathroom. You manage to make yourself decent, dressing yourself in a t-shirt one of the boys left behind before stepping back out into the bedroom.
They all stare at you in disbelief, mouths agape.
"So, uh... can one of you drive me home?"
"Plus, you ARE wearing my shirt," John points out.
"You really think we're going to let you go back to your flat after THAT?" George asks, incredulous.
You chuckle in response.
"Guess not," you reply, flopping down on the bed. The men clean themselves up, returning to your side.
"So good for us," George adds, nosing into your hair while the others hum in agreement.
"Such a good girl, you are," Paul praises and kisses your forehead.
By the time they start arguing about John hogging the covers, you're already drifting off to sleep, the familiar chatter comforting you and quieting your mind.
"Aww. Look at that, lads. Guess we lulled her to sleep," Ringo snorts.
"Yeah, but I should-" John pauses, interrupted by your faint snoring.
They each lean over to place kisses on your cheeks, whispering their own "goodnight"s and finally shutting the light off to join you in your slumber.