A/N: this story is 18+! this is obviously a work of fiction meant strictly for entertainment purposes! being in a dom/sub relationship is all about CONSENT and TRUST (as any form of sex should be.) please, always be safe and use protection! always do ONLY what you’re comfortable with!
there is a lot of really dirty things in here including some slight exhibitionism (i guess, lmao) anyway....
i guess a short summary: Deaky does not like when you dance with Roger at a party and he knows exactly how to treat a bad girl...
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John was mad.
You could tell by the way he gave you a cold stone glare and a bit of attitude when you tried to press against him. After failing to pull him to the dance floor. You were just teasing him a little when his eyes found yours, and you knew you were getting to him. You danced with Roger, and then Brian, and then back to Roger. You were just having fun, and you wanted him to join you but he pushed for you to go and enjoy yourself.
He knew rog had a crush on you, so when Roger was the one that joined you on the dance floor he became immediately annoyed. When you danced with him, it only escalated. It reached its peak when he knew you were doing it to spite him, and that’s when you knew you were in trouble.
His hand on the small of your back felt heavy as you lead the two of you out of the club, the car ride silent. You could feel the tension was there, heavy and palpable. By the time you reach the front door, you could feel his big, strong, calloused hands on you from behind, up your arms and over your shoulders.
“You’ve been a very bad girl tonight, kitten. So now you know what that means.” he says, stern. You nod slowly, as you feel his breath on your neck. He kisses you gently, and then chuckles. “So quiet now… I want to hear that you understand.”
You hadn’t realized you held your breath, but you manage out a breathy, “Yes.” a tight grip on your ass reminds you you're missing something. “Yes sir.” you correct.
“Good.” You can hear the smile in his tone. “Good girl.” he breathes his hand coming up to grip at your hair, moving it to the side so he can kiss your neck, your eyes falling shut as you melt against him. “Now, go to our room. Get undressed. and get on your knees.” he demands, and you nod your mouth practically watering. “words.” he reminds you.
“Yes, sir.” you say, before he gently pushes you forward, letting you free from his big hands, to make your way to the bedroom. You quickly obey, rushing to get your dress off, and getting on your knees.
John Deacon really made you wait anxiously for him, and when he finally entered the room his own shirt was unbuttoned fully, his jacket was being taken off as he got closer to you. He uses his fingers to trace up your chin and cheek, tilting your eyes up to meet his pretty grey ones.
“So pretty like that.” he hums, his voice is low and stern once again, his thumb gently runs over your bottom lip. “You’ve been such a bad girl. A little slut. I have to remind you who you belong to, don’t I?” he asks, and you nod, your eyes going wide as he continues to trace his thumb over your bottom lip. He presses his thumb into your mouth, and you suck on it with a hum. “Show me what you’re going to do to my cock.” he says, a smirk playing against his lips, knowing he had you, quite literally, wrapped around his fingers.
You suck on his thumb with another hum, your eyes staying on him as you suck and roll your tongue around him. “Good girl.” he groans, before reaching for his pants, unbuckling his pants before bringing them down, his erection being freed from his jeans that grew tighter at the sensation of your tongue around his thumb. Your eyes still gaze up to him, and his fingers tilt your chin up more. “Open your mouth.” he demands and you oblige, your mouth falling open. “Tongue out, pet.” again you oblige, your tongue dropping out of your mouth waiting for him, and his hard cock.
He uses the tip of his dick to run over your tongue and you move to suck on him, “Uh, uh. Not yet, just a taste.” he smirks. “I’ll give you it when you deserve it.” Your mouth is watering, you want to please him, make him feel good. You can feel yourself growing wet between your own legs, squeezing your thighs to try and relieve the tension. His hand grips your jaw firmly, you whimper in response. “You’ll have my cock when you deserve it.” he says, stern and through gritted teeth.
“Please.” You say, needy and desperate. He smirks, looking down at you as his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. “Please let me suck your cock.”
“I love to hear you.” he sighs, “Open your mouth.” he says, and you do wide again. This time he slides into your waiting mouth, his own mouth falling open as you close your lips around the base of him, humming happily at the feeling of him filling you. His hands come to your hair, tightly gripping at it as you gag a bit before he slowly brings himself out of you. “So good for me now.” he groans, before sliding himself back into your mouth your eyes watering as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of you. His own moans escaping his tough facade. You gag again before you suck off him, with a happy moan. His cock coated in warm saliva, as he pulls out of you again. “Finally being a good girl.” he moans, before you suck him back into his mouth, sucking on him as he moves his hips into you.
You take him with a moan once again, tears rolling down your cheeks as he whimpers. You can’t help but moan some more, loving the way he tastes. You’re still dripping down your inner thighs, and your eyes fall shut trying to focus on the task at hand. “Eyes up here.” he grunts, your eyes moving to his, “Good girl.” he moans, “I don’t wanna cum like this.” he whimpers, pulling out of your mouth leaving you gasping, and watering from your mouth.
“Stand up.” he says, helping you to your feet, his hands warm against your skin as he gets you closer to your bed. “Bend over.” his voice is stern again, and you grin needing to feel him inside you. Practically aching for his hard length, knowing what was to come. You place your hands against the bed, bending over, your hips wiggling in anticipation. His response is a palm coming down on your ass sharply, you let out a whimper as his palm gently runs over the now tingling skin.
“Stay still, kitten.” he coos, his hand coming down on your other cheek, you let out a yelp, followed by his palm gently massaging the area. “You’ve been a little brat all night.” his hand comes down again, and you moan sticking your ass out further. He smirks slightly at this as he watches your ass turning red, his fingertips gently kneading the area as he chuckles. You place your cheek down on the bed, your teeth raking over your bottom lip as you feel his fingers at your wet and warm center. You press your ass further out toward him and he smirks, once again.
“Already soaking for me, sweetheart.” he hums, dipping his fingers into you without warning make you moan your own hands gripping the bedsheets beneath you. “Just from sucking daddy’s cock.” he pumps his fingers unbearably slow, using your arousal to coat his fingers. His skilled fingers, work you and his opposite hand holds you still as you squirm beneath him. You moan loudly, as he curls them up and into you.
“I know I can make you cum, just like this.” his voice is torturous, lower than his normal tone, laced with a hint of playful. Again, he had you wrapped around his fingers, knowing how to make you unravel. “Would you like that, little one? Would you like to cum around my fingers?” he asks, and you nod rapidly against the sheets, whimpering.
“Please. Please sir.” your voice is barely audible as you croak out the words, and you’re throbbing around his fingers still working you.
“You’ve been a bad girl, I don’t think I should even let you cum at all.” he slowly moves his fingers out of you, and you feel like you’re going to cry at the loss of contact.
“Please, John.” you beg, catching a glimpse of him sucking your juices from his fingers, he smirks at your desperation it’s exactly what he wants. “I need you.” you whine. His chuckle is almost sinister.
“You want my cock?” he asks, walking around the edge of the bed, you start to stand but he shakes his head. “Hands back on the bed, ass back in the air.” he demands and you obey, your eyes still following him to the other side of the bed. “First I need to make a phone call.” he smirks, a devilish grin before dialing a number on the phone beside your shared bed. It hit you, you knew who he was calling and he playfully grinned as he made his way back to you.
“You ready for my cock, kitten?” he coos, and you nod, quickly you correct yourself.
“Yes sir.” you hum, and you can feel his erection against your wet center. He thrusts into you without much warning, making you cry out as he does. It feels intense and incredible to feel him filling you, “Fuck.” you whimper, as he begins to slowly slide out of you, before thrusting harshly into you again.
“Make sure he can hear you.” He growls, his teeth clenched as he starts to roll his hips into you, with a loud slap. It’s almost too much to handle, and you arch your back so he can hit that spot inside of you. You moan loudly, as he demanded of you. As his rhythm starts to pick up, his hand finds your hair, gripping it tightly and pulling you closer to him. “Let… him… hear you.” he growls in your ear as he continues to pound into you.
“Fuck, John!” you moan loudly, your arms struggling to keep you steady as he pounds into you.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks, and you whimper as he slowly thrusts up and into you, it’s deep and you lose all track of your words. “Who do you belong to?” he asks again.
“You, john.” your words are breathy and almost inaudible as he presses into you, some more.
“And your perfect tight pussy.” he growls, “That’s mine too.” your body goes burning hot at his words as he continues to thrust in and out of you. The sounds are like music to your ears, and for a moment it’s all you can focus on. The two of you out of breath, your moans mixing together and melt into near animalistic growls and grunts. You smirked at the phone, knowing that Roger was probably listening. One hand continued to grip your hip to hold you in place as he merciouslously fucked you into the bed and the other snaked up around you to hold onto your throat. You whimper at the feeling of his thumb sweeping back across your bottom lip, loving the feeling of his big strong grip on you. “Are you going to be good for me?” he asks and you nod, and he doesn’t like that answer. “Answer. Me.” He growls in your ear. “Let Rog hear you.”
“Fuck yes!” You breathe out loudly.
“Let him know who this pussy belongs to.” he says through gritted teeth, his own orgasm was building and you could feel him twitch inside of you. His voice becoming less himself, more deep and raspy. His words and curses melting into just growls and moans. You wanted to be good for him, you wanted to help him cum.
“This pussy is all yours, John.” You moan, loudly your voice dripping with sex appeal. “I want to be good for you, I want you to fill me up with your cum.” His grip around your throat falters, you know you’re getting to him. His thrusts are rapid and his moans are more animalistic and low. You know he’s going to finish and you can feel your own orgasm coming up too.
“Fuck.” he growls, “You’re not going to cum until I say you can.” Your body shakes at his words, his hands back on your hips as pounds into you hard. His grip on your waist is so tight it starts to hurt, but your own blossoming orgasm is burning inside your lower abdomen. “Squeeze the cum out of me.” he growls, and you tighten your pussy around his cock, it’s enough to get his cum spilling into you. It’s warm and you feel your body shake. “Now.” he growls, “Now you can cum.”
You were lucky he was letting you go now, because you were seeing stars just filling his warm cum fill you. Your arms collapse beneath you, your own moan coming out in a sob as he continued to pump his cum into you, your body feels electric when you feel him slowly pull from out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact but feel his fingertips gently running the length of your back.
You hold your arm out for the phone and Deaky chuckles, quickly reaching for it, passing it to you.
“Hello, Rog.” you breathe into the receiver, and you hear him fumble about, before the line goes dead. “He sure got a show, John Deacon.” you hum, putting the phone back onto its mount. “Happy now?” you ask, attempting to lift yourself from your laying position. You falter, your arms and legs are weak beneath you. Beside for the intense fuck, you had been dancing all night. John is right by you though, his hands coming up to assist you.
“To much?” he asks, pulling you into him. His lips gently pressing against your forehead.
“Did I use our safeword?” you hum, tilting your chin up giving him the hint to kiss your lips. He takes it, a small grin on his lips as he does.
“I just wanted to make sure.” he sighs, “I am happy now. Home. With you.”
Sweet Deaky was back. You loved both sides of him, and you ran your fingers up his chin. Your hands were a little shaky, but you managed to pull his lips back to yours.
“You’re not mad I was dancing with Rog, right?” you ask, a little concerned. He sighs and shakes his head.
“I was… but I was just a little jealous. Sometimes I feel like all the ladies want him, and I’m afraid you might too.” You pout, a little upset to hear him say this to you. You loved him.
“John Deacon I love you more than I will ever love another man. Not even Roger Meddows Taylor could change that.” You sigh. His lips spread into a smile, his lips finding yours once more.
“Let me make us some tea.” you say, you lips barely away from his. Though, as you attempt to get up Deaky’s hands pull you back to him.
“I don’t think so.” he sighs, “You need to lie down for a bit. I can tell you’re exhausted. I’ll make us tea.” he kisses the tip of your nose, “But first I’ll start you a bath.” Your heart warms, and you find yourself giggling again. You really did love him, and he kisses your lips one more time before heading off to make sure you were well taken care of.
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well hopefully you all liked this little blurb i wrote! Let me know what you think.