your hands were on my belt buckle before I could even properly close the door of the bathroom.
"eager, are we?" I couldn't help but chuckle, watching your hands work their way into my trousers.
"missed you" was all you said in your defence before dropping to your knees in front of me. "will you let me show you how much?"
your hand was softly stroking my still covered bulge, making me draw in a sharp breath. the image in front of me was nearly overwhelming. you on your knees for me, big doe eyes fixed on mine, a soft pink tinge on your cheeks. the sight of almost ethereal beauty.
"I missed you too, my angel. I am the luckiest man to walk this earth." I smiled down to you, reaching out a hand to stroke your cheek softly. you leaned into the touch, tilting your head slightly so you could take my thumb between your lips before biting down on it gently.
"my sweet naughty angel" I whispered with a smirk, my voice almost drowned by the loud, upbeat dance music from outside, "go on, show me."
you didn't need to be told twice, pulling down my pants and briefs, just far enough to set free my growing erection, as I pulled my thumb from your teeth, relocating my hand to the back of your head.
a low moan came from deep within me as you began to stroke my cock with your delicate warm hand, slowly up and down, as if you were following the beat of the music. your eyes still glued to mine, you leaned in, sticking out your tongue, laying the head of my shaft onto it, licking the underside of it for a moment before letting your tongue glide upwards, teasing over the slit, collecting the precum that started leaking.
my breathing had picked up significantly in speed from just your little teasing touches, but mostly from witnessing this spectacle with my own eyes. you were beautiful in all other ways, no one could say otherwise, but I always found you especially gorgeous with my dick in your mouth.
"I could watch you all day doing this, my little star, my- oh jesus" I wasn't able to finish my praising as you finally wrapped your lips around the head of my length, a long groan leaving me, tingling waves of pleasure streaming up my body as I felt the welcoming warmth of your mouth. you started bobbing your head in slow, long moves, working in unison with your hand on the part that wasn't covered by your lips. every now and then you made sure to look back up to my face, knowing how fucking gone I was for your eyes.
the room was filled with noises of pleasure. you worked your mouth just how you knew I loved it, pulling me higher and closer to my release with ever bob you made. it felt heavenly, but I couldn't shake the feeling off me that I was being selfish. I snapped when I saw you creep a hand of yours up the skirt of your dress, between your legs, to get some relief for yourself. my hand on the back of your head took a hold of your hair, stopping your movements.
"what's wrong? did i-?" you asked, hand still on my cock, the surprise visible in your face.
"up. I changed my mind. come on, up, pretty girl!" I demanded, grabbing you by your hands and pulling you to your feet. my lips were on yours almost immediately, now even more hungry for your body.
"let me take good care of you. hands against the wall, now." my tone was light, but you still whimpered at my command. of course you obeyed, turning for the wall, leaning against it with your hands, arching your back just a little bit to showcase your bum for me. exactly what I needed.
I stepped behind you, letting my hands roam over your backside, taking my good time to caress the curves and dips of your body, until reaching for the hem of your dress, hiking it up to your waist, exposing your ass, only covered by your very delicate lace knickers.
I let my hand trace over the material, adoring how it laid against your velvety skin. "I like those. are they new?" I commented, lifting the elastic of the panty, letting it snap back against your bum.
"mhm, I got them just for you, I know you like the colour."
"my good girl" I whispered, putting a feathery kiss to your shoulder before I pulled down your underwear. you stepped out of them as they reached your ankles, raising an eyebrow as you watched me over your shoulder, putting the garment into my blazer pocket.
"what? you were right. I do like them very much! I think I'm gonna keep them." I said with a wink, making you giggle.
the giggling was quickly replaced by a squeal and a few desperate moans as my fingers made their way up your legs again, reaching their destination between your legs. I let them glide between your folds, collecting your wetness, spreading it around.
"so wet for me" I hummed, as I teased your entrance with my pointer finger.
"please fuck me." you whined, trying to push back against my hand. "please, I need you in me so bad. give me your cock, I'm begging you."
"oh baby girl you know what it does to me when I hear you beg like that" I groaned, getting more impatient with every word falling from your lips.
I positioned myself behind you again, one hand firm on your hip, the other around my cock, lining it up with your entrance. "ready for me, angel?" you wiggled your butt slightly as affirmation, followed by a desperate "give it to me!"
I didn't need to be told twice, thrusting into you. you let your forehead fall against the wall, choking out a moan. I stilled my movements, giving you a moment to adjust to the stretch.
my eyes were closed in ecstasy, all senses clouded. all I could feel was how you felt around me, tight and hot. I knew that I wasn't gonna last too long, already too worked up from you blowing me, but I wanted you to get there with me. so I let my hand wander towards your clit, only applying the lightest pressure. immediately I felt you clench around me. your head shot up again, back arched, eyes screwed shut.
I pressed you firmer against the wall, my front now completely pushed against your back as I start moving slowly, my thrusts in perfect unison with my fingers on your clit, all the while kissing and biting along your neck, only interrupted to whisper in your ear how good you made me feel.
"nobody makes me feel as good as you , baby. taking me so well. do you feel how hard I am?"
your voice betrayed you as you tried to answer, all that was able to come out your mouth now were mewls and whimpers. as I gave you a particularly hard thrust, your head fell back on my shoulder with a desperate cry.
knowing exactly what you needed, I pulled up my hand and placed it on your throat again. your knees buckled slightly, cunt constricting around my cock even harder.
"cum for me doll. I need to feel you, do it for daddy. you always look and sound so pretty when you cum for me." I rasped out, almost losing myself in the sensation. my fingers danced on your clit, almost as if I was playing my bass. one, two, three snaps of my hip against youes and a high-pitched moan filled the small room. you twitched in my grasp, cunt pulsing around my dick as your orgasm hit you, effectively pulling me over the edge with you.
i let go of your throat to steady myself against the wall, trying to hold us both on our feet.
it took some minutes to get my breathing back to normal, resting my forehead on your shoulder.
I helped you clean yourself up after I pulled out, you helped me sort my outfit again, both of us giggling like stupid crushing teenagers the whole time.
after you were done fixing your makeup in the mirror, you asked me for your underwear.
"oh, right..", I reached in my pocket, pulling out the soft piece of fabric, inspecting it for a second. but as you tried to take it from me, I pulled it out of reach. "you know what? I'm keeping them for real."
"but-" you tried to protest, but I was already at the door, arranging the pretty lace as if it was a pocket square.
"come on now, I'm in the mood for some dancing" I winked at you, leaving the bathroom.
Author's note : Hi everyone. This is our very first collab with my lovely @painandpleasure86. She has beta read this fic and contributed to the story with some very good ideas. We are so happy to show you the final result. We hope you like it. Please also note English is not our first languages, so please forgive our mistakes.
Warning : this is a smutty thing. If you are not confortable with this kind of writings, just pass. (Ideally, only +18 please). Also note that during an intercourse, consent must be given and communication is also required.
Synopsis : your hubby is on tour and you miss him so much.... But he will soon be back home. You have decided to prepare something special and unusual to receive him like he deserves.....
Words count : 3,150 words
You had planned this for quite a while. You had thought about this for even longer. You had plenty of time to think about it really. But you had succeeded in telling yourself you could not feel guilty about this. After all, you were nothing but a human being and his music, the one he was creating and the one he was listening to, was nothing but inspiring in this very case. And you were sure your husband would love this, maybe even more than you would actually. Well, you prayed for this ‘operation’ to be a success.
Deaky had been away for months because of the tour. As bassist in Queen, he was obviously on stage for the concerts when the band was performing live. You knew it was his job and you also knew Freddie was always looking after him. Roger and Brian were also his friends for sure but there was something special between Fred and Deaky. Maybe Fred did see John as the youngest brother who needed to be watched after, even if he was married now.
Deaky would always come back from the tour tired but not exhausted like when they were recording in studio or writing songs. There were so many quarrels. More drums. A solo guitar is compulsory. This one is too funky. This one is a metaphor. Deaky would become a shell in those cases and you know it was almost impossible for him to open, even to you, his best friend as he had composed and written the lyrics of the song. The best thing to do then was merely support him the best way you could : cuddles, quietness, soft music, loads of cheese on toast in bed.
Yet, you knew his mood would be good when coming back. When the two of you were on the phone, he had told you the problems they used to face during their previous tours were no longer. No power failure. No member of the audience yelling at Freddie, who would make the entire show stop to speak with the person thanks to the spotlight. And the last album was number one in many countries: as a result the tour was a huge success and all the performances were sold out. John told you some people would listen to the concerts around the places where they were performing. He would also always underestimate his work in the band, even if the 3 other members would remind him some of the songs he had written were part of the shows and that his bass line was very powerful.
When touring, this was the only thing you had. His bass lines. You could not explain this feeling. It was as if they were part of your body, part of your heartbeats when you were listening to their songs. Brian and Roger were talented with their instruments for sure, but you only had eyes for your husband. His talent would surpass their, by far from your point of you. But John would always remain quiet and reserved. This was something you truly were admirative of.
“Yes, my love, I will be home in two days ! I can’t wait to see you!”, he had told you on the phone.
“Oh, John I’ve missed you so much ! I can’t wait either !”, you had replied, knowing you still had time to set it up all.
After he had hung up, you had gone shopping with your list ready. You could not help but smile. Your husband would be home in two days. You wanted everything to be perfect.
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You knew John would arrive late and would certainly be tired because of the flight and the drive home. For the first evening with only the two of you, you had merely cooked his favorite meal and the two of you had cuddled in front of TV, Deaky’s head eventually falling on your shoulder, snoring loudly in your ear. But, you could not care less. At last, your husband was back by your side.
The following day, you tried your best to act normal, you absolutely wanted your surprise to be the highlight of the night. Even if you could not wait to celebrate properly your husband’s return, you enjoyed every single minute of this day spent with him. Deaky wanted to walk hands in hands in the park, just the two of you. Just to feel the wind on his cheeks. Just to feel your hand in his. Just to reconnect with reality after touring for so long. Just appreciate this moment together, just in peace. He was smiling and his smile was contagious. You looked at him, at his eyes, at his whole beauty.
“What?”, he asked you as you were staring at him on your way back home.
“Nothing really.... I’ve just realized I don’t think I could love you more, Deaky.”, you replied, your eyes in his. He smiled back at you and merely carried on : “And I don’t think I could be happier.... I love you too.”
Back home, John sat on his stool with his bass. Even if he had been playing for months during the tour with Queen, his instrument was somehow his mistress. He could not spend a single day without his fingers along the strings. You always loved to look at him when he was playing, admiring his technique and dexterity, the notes spreading in the room and making your heart beat faster. But you still had the final steps of your surprise to prepare so you left him alone in the living room.
You went to the bedroom and put a chair in front of the bed. The silk ribbon was ready on your bedside table. The music was also ready to be played so you pressed the button play. The song Superfreak by Rick James was playing in the bedroom. You knew it was one of John’s faves and you were sure it would make him come, even if he was playing random riffs on his bass. You were seated on the edge of the bed, cross-legged with your eyes closed. You heard him put his bass back on its stand and his footsteps coming closer. He came into the room, dancing a little to the rhythm of the song, smiling.
“What’s going on in here?”, he asked you.
“Please sit on the chair and maybe you’ll find out”, you replied, trying to keep a straight face and a serious tone.
John looked puzzled but complied. Without a word, you stood up and headed to your bedside table, as the song Superfreak was coming to an end.
“Ugh, is everything alright, love?”, he questioned you, this time sounding worried.
“No, John. Everything is not alright.”, you told him, your voice very low, almost whispering.
You hardly ever called him John. He now was starting to worry and feel ill-at-ease on his chair in the bedroom. The song The look of love by ABC was now playing. ‘Perfect timing’, you thought to yourself.
“Babe, what is going on? Could we stop the music so we can talk?”, he asked you.
“All I'm saying
It takes a lot to love you
All I'm doing
You know it's true
All I mean now
There's one thing yes one thing that turns this gray sky to blue”, you sang along as you came behind him.
“What’s .....”, he started to mumble as he was trying to turn to see you. But you bent and took his arms, placed them behind the chair and tied him quickly but quite firmly with the silk ribbon you had discreetly taken on the bedside table.
“That’s the look of love”, you whispered in his ear and you kissed his cheek. He sighed in relief. For a minute, probably the longest in his life, he had thought he was loosing his wife.
The song was still playing. You stood behind him and caressed his torso, slightly pressing your nails in his skin, trying to keep in rhythm with the music. You were glad he had put on his blue shirt, so you could unbuttoned it slowly. To actually feel his skin on your fingers. You carried on and gave him kisses in his neck. It did not take you very long to find the special spot and soon he was moaning in pleasure. He was trying to touch you with his hands, still tied behind him but you made sure you were far enough for him not to be able to touch you but close enough to put your lips on him.
“Oh my god, Y/N.... what’s happening?”, he tried to ask you.
The timing was still perfect as the song Don’t you want me? by The human league was now playing.
“Don’t .... Don’t you want me?”, you said as an answer, trying to keep along with the actual lyrics of the song. You were now in front of him, dancing a little. He could no longer speak and could only nod to reply, biting his lips at the sight of you. You tried not to focus on your appearance and started to move you hips sensually. You unbuttoned your own shirt, very slowly, trying to be in rhythm. Your heart was beating really fast but when your eyes met Deaky’s, you could tell he was full of desire for you and it gave you the little confidence you needed to carry on. You took off your jeans as well, now only dancing in your bra and panties. There was no turning back now and you carried on dancing to the song, caressing yourself, whispering the lyrics. You tried not to smile because you wanted to remain sensual for your husband. Deaky was not smiling either : his mouth was half opened and he was staring at you, at his wife. You were dancing and teasing him. You were all his. All for him... he could not believe it.
You were still dancing in front of him when the next song began. It was not one of his fave but you were sure of your choice. It was Love to love you baby by Donna Summer. You turned to face him and sat on his lap. His jeans and your panties only separating you, you could still feel he was getting really hard. You kissed him passionately and his tongue reached into your mouth in a desperate move. You stood on him a little more but went on your knees in front of him, and he sighed, looking at you as if you would never come back. You put your hands on his laps and slowly reached for his hips. You looked up to meet his glaze and you bit your lips. Still tied, he put his head on the back, loudly moaning this time. You slowly got to his jeans’ button to free him a little. He helped you a little by moving his hips. He was clearly hard and you noticed precum when you freed his cock as well.
“Soothe my mind and set me free, set me free, uh”, you carried on singing along the song. You first played with your hands. Deaky’s eyes were now closed, loving every single touch you were giving him. You came a little closer to him, your breast resting on his laps. You were now playing with you tongue on his penis’ head and you felt his legs tense underneath you. You then put his whole length in your mouth and sucked him, still trying to keep a good rhythm with the music. Yet, you heard the song was coming to an end so you stopped, because the final step of your surprise was about to begin. Deaky obviously felt you were now standing up and looked at you. He moaned as the sensation had stopped and he was no longer feeling your lips on his skin.
The song Rapture by Blondie began to play and you were now facing him again. You took off your bra, biting your lips as you felt your nipples were now also hard. The sight almost drove Deaky crazy and he was now agitated on his chair. You licked your index and slowly lowered it along your body to reach your panties and you took them off as well. You looked at John in the eyes, teasing him with your glance.
“Hang each night in Rapture”, you carried on singing along the song.
“Okay, untie me now love”, John whispered, heavily breathing.
You looked at him and shook your head no. You sat on the bed and spread your legs, letting him fully see you.
“Oh Christ.... Fuck”, he said as he looked at you, slightly drooling.
You placed your hands on your laps and carried on caressing yourself. Then you slowly reached to your pussy and started masturbating in front of your husband, who could die of desire any minute now. You eventually laid down in the bed, your fingers still working on your clit. You knew it would not be long now.
Then you heard it and you smiled, biting your lips. You looked up and you saw John had stood up: he had broken the chair and was now getting rid of the silk ribbon around his wrists. He literally jumped on you and his lips directly reached for your neck, his hands pressing every single part of your body. You loudly moaned: you wanted to tease your husband but now you wanted him. All of him.
Now Deaky was fully in the mood, he started to finger you, his fingers working miracles on you. He was still kissing you and you could not help but let your legs tense too. The pleasure was getting more and more intense and you bit your lips again, unable to pronounce a single word but still loudly moaning. Then he suddenly stopped and looked at you as you felt somehow frustrated he had stopped.
“Gosh....”, he whispered, staring at you. He eyes spoke nothing but the love and the ardent desire he was now having for you. He kissed you again, his tongue in your mouth. Then he kissed your neck again, then reached out for your breast. He looked at your nipples still very hard and he bit his lips once more, his tongue then passing on his lips as if he was going to eat a delicious meal. He started with the right one and you grabbed his hair with your hands, your head going further back in the pillow because of the intense and pleasurable sensation he was giving you. Then, as he was sucking the left one, his tongue and lips being experts in this very case, you felt your whole body shiver under his licks.
He carried on going down, still giving soft kisses along your body. He stopped at your belly button and dipped his tongue in it, spreading electricity in your spine. As he was reaching your pubic section, he looked up, his eyebrows raised. You looked at him as well, and still unable to speak, you nodded as consent. He first started with one finger inside you, then two and you could not help but arch your back because of the feeling he was presently giving you. Your man was a skilled bass player, there was no denying and his fingers so precise on his bass were now fingering you with the same talent, if not more. You were not longer able to open your eyes, the feelings and so intense sensations almost blinding you.
You then felt his tongue on your clit and as his head was now out of reach, you strongly grabbed the pillows above you. His tongue was expertly flicking on your clit, and you could feel he was enjoying feeling your juices on his lips and fingers. The music was no longer playing, but it was now as if he was playing a random yet fast riff on you with his fingers, his right hand on your pussy and his left one on your nipple.
“Oh my gosh, John.... It’s been so long....”, you told him, almost out of breath.
He was almost breathless as well but he reached back for your mouth and kissed you passionately. Fully hard now, he found your entrance quite easily, never leaving your glance.
He slowly put his full length inside you, both sharing an intense pleasure at this very moment.
He first started with a slow rhythm, making sure you could entirely feel him inside you and he could feel your walls tense against his dick as he was moving. He carried on, speeding a little, his hips pulling down even harder. He carried on getting faster and buried his head in your neck, kissing you in this special spot. Your hands on his back, you could feel your nails getting deeper in his skin each time he was fully inside you.
It would not be long for both of you to come now : you had been waiting for him for such a long time and Deaky was always really quick.
“Gosh, I’m close”, he told you in a breath.
“Me too, let go Deaky, please....”, you moaned in his ear, still holding him tight.
“I’ve got you, love”, he replied.
This climax was certainly the most intense of your life. It was not the first time the two of you came together, but this one was to be remembered. You felt your whole body aching and your vision was fading to black due to the intense pleasure you were feeling. You heard John loudly moaning your name and you felt his warm cum inside you.
He eventually collapsed on you, still inside you and totally out of breath. You could hardly catch your breath as well and were still holding him firmly.
You looked at him and started to laugh. “Surprise.... Welcome back home”, you told him, looking in his gorgeous eyes.
“This morning, during our walk in the park, I thought there was no way I could love you more..... Well, I must admit I was wrong....”, he replied as he slowly moved to lay next to you on the mattress.
“I’m glad you liked it. I’ve been preparing this for quite a long time....”, you admitted, now holding his hand.
“Rog is never going to believe this one....”, he said after a pause.
“John, don’t you dare tell him....”, you replied, slightly slapping him with your free hand.
“I’m joking....”, he said. “Come here....”, he carried on as he pressed his body against yours. “I love you Y/N. So much.”
“I love you too Deaky”, you replied, leaning your head on his chest, slowly falling asleep in his arms. This was certainly the best sensation of in the world. You had missed him so much....
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Anon asked: Okay so I absolutely love your writing, AMD I'm an absolute thot, so I was wondering if you could potentially wrote something where the reading is a friends of the band, and one night when they're out at a party together the reader gets a confidence boost and tries to get a little "Freaky with Deacy"....if you catch my drift.
A/N: 3380 words. I’m hot for 1981 Montreal!Deaky, but what’s new. Pretend he’s single and that Roger’s green hair makes sense in the timeline. SMUT!! Unprotected sex and drunk sex. (also ignore the weak ending, no that’s no inuendo, i mean of the fic, but it’s 7am and i’ve been writing all night i just want this done).
“You look like an idiot.” You’re not even looking at Roger when you say it, eyes fixed firmly on the dance floor as you stirred the ice in your mostly empty glass.
“I think I look rather dashing.” Roger, ever the relentless narcissist, and unfortunately one of your closest friends, is also only paying you about fifty percent attention where he’s got his eye on some girl by the bar.
“Your hair’s green.” You try to flick your little, cardboard straw at him, but it misses, and snaps him from his own distraction to notice yours, after it lands on his shoulder.
“Well not on purpose.” Running his hands through his hair a little self consciously, he finally follows your gaze to one dancing bass player in the crowd, “you ever going to stop making mooney-eyes and just go and shag him?”
“Excuse you, Roger!” You splutter, finally tearing your gaze away from John to level a glare at former blonde beside you, embarrassment heating your cheeks. His smile sharpened at your obvious flusteredness, and he finishes his drink with far more confidence than he should rightly have in his cosmetic state.
“You think I spend all day staring at a wall, blatantly ignoring the way you eye-fuck him from side of stage?” Putting his glass down with a thump, Roger’s grin turns amused as his gaze slides to catch glimpses of John bopping his way over to the bar through the crowd. “Not that he’s any better.”
“What about you?” Despite how pleased his words made you, you were quick to turn the conversation around. “You going to make a move on whoever your poor target for tonight is?”
“You make me sound like I’m hunting these poor women,” he huffed, clearly indignant, “and anyway, it’s a totally different situation, it’s not like I’ve been pining over Stephanie for months.”
“You haven’t even talked to her, how do you know her name?” Glancing over at the woman by the bar, she keeps glancing over at the two of you, well, at Roger, and her drink is getting dangerously low; you know he’s getting close to making his move.
“I don’t, but she looks like a Stephanie,” he paused, his smile sliding to a smirk as he winks at the girl by the bar. You don’t look over to catch her reaction, but judging by the glint in Roger’s eye, it was a good one, “maybe a Michelle.”
“Also, it hasn’t been months, and it hasn’t been pining, I just...” And if your voice slipped into a little bit of a whine as you found yourself watching John by the bar, Roger, for once in his life, was kind enough not to comment on it.
“You just want to shag Alcatraz, I know.” Roger gave you a cheeky smile, which you scowled at. “Sorry, love, forgot you were hot for the short-haired look.” He snorted, though you didn’t deny it. “Listen, just put all of us out of our misery and,” he pauses for a minute, brow creasing as he stood from his chair, “I don’t know, something about basses and fucking, you get the idea.”
“You have such a way with words,” you grimace, sarcasm heavy in your voice, “at least get me a drink while you’re over there.” He rolls his eyes at your request, but agrees easily. “Make it two!” You call as an afterthought.
Of course part of you assumes that you’re never getting those drinks; the moment Roger’s within five feet of that woman at the bar, he’ll forget your very existence until he wakes up the next morning, and he’ll have zero regrets, at least regarding you. Not that you begrudge him for that, you knew him too well to expect anything else.
The music from the jukebox is playing loud enough over the sea of people that you can feel the beat in your bones, and as your earlier drink starts to set in, you let yourself sway in your seat to the music, contemplating getting a drink for yourself, though it turns out you don’t need to.
“I was told to deliver these to you.” Deaky’s grinning, carefully placing two drinks onto the table in front of you, keeping a third in his own hands. Your pleasant surprise at the sight of him turns to exasperation as you look to the bar and see Roger giving you a jaunty wave and a shiteating grin.
“Of course you were.” Your smile returns to John, and you pat the vacant seat beside you. “Come on, if you go back out there, you’ll end up spilling it all over yourself.” John flushes at that, casting a gaze at the crowd on the dance floor, before he looks back to you, his smile widening as he settled in beside you.
It had only been a few years since you’d joined the bands tour crew as an assistant stylist, though they liked to affectionately refer to you as their professional groupie. You took the nickname in stride, however, after all, the only things the main stylist ever gave you for them was a hairbrush and eyeliner, and you trusted the band well enough to brush their own hair.
Tours are messy and too close for comfort, you quickly learned, and after a few weeks of awkwardly leaning over them and pretending like they hadn’t been passed out and hungover more times than you can keep track of, you take your one job in stride and asked Freddie if you could just sit in his lap to put on his eyeliner and save you all some embarrassment.
“Of course, darling, I don’t bite,” There was a twinkle in his eye, “at least, not during business hours.” He finishes, but ultimately, he was mostly respectful, as they all were, Roger notwithstanding until after you kicked him in the shins and threatened to aim higher next time.
“I like your perfume.” John had always been very quiet whenever you were with him, so it came as a surprise when, halfway through applying his eyeliner, he pays you an unexpected compliment.
“Thank you,” you’re a little flustered, a little uncertain, you’d watched him perform for almost a month at this point and you’d developed maybe the teeniest crush on him, “I like your music.” Mentally you’re berating yourself, you actually have to take a moment to pause and frown over your own choice of words. He takes it in stride easily enough.
“I would hope so,” he starts, tone deceptively mild as his eyes flutter open to gauge your reaction, “otherwise this must be some form of cruel and unusual punishment.” And that’s enough to startle a laugh from you, the sound bringing a smile to his own lips as you lean back for a moment, and you feel his light tough on your waist where he’s steadying you.
As the months and tours and music videos go by, he quickly becomes your favourite (he’d always been your favourite, you were just less likely to admit it before) and he, much to your surprise, quickly begins to favour you too. Conversation comes easily, though he seems to prefer to talk when you’re applying his eyeliner, voice quiet, his hands resting on your thighs where you’ve got a leg either side of him where he’s sitting. Every so often when you’re buzzing about the space after you’re finished with him, he’ll shoot you a smile, or if you make a joke, more often than not you’ll hear his quiet laughter.
The fact that every time you watch him perform or even just dance, you wanted to bang him - how did that song go again? Oh right - all day long, that had just become an undercurrent of your life that you tried to ignore. He was your friend and you technically worked for him and- god damn it, it got harder and harder to keep coming up with excused not to make a move on him, especially when the others were so pointedly trying to get you together.
So maybe tonight, thanks to the drinks Roger bought you (double shot, the both of them, that cheeky bastard), and Deaky looking particularly good in that all blue outfit, was the night you finally made a move on the bopping bassist of Queen. Or, you consider as he’s got his hand around your wrist, tugging gently you towards the dance floor as you quickly finish your drink a while later, he might make a move on you. Actually, you don’t mind the sound of that.
The world turns blurry at the edges, a kaleidoscope of lights bouncing off the walls and dancers. Sometimes he’s holding you, by the hand, by the waist, always moving to the beat, always so careful, sometimes he’s twirling you and for one heart-stopping moment you feel like you’re flying, and distantly you know that what goes up must come down, but he catches you before you spin out too far, having never left solid ground to begin with. He doesn’t let you fall.
“I’ve got you.” He assures, hand on the small of your back. He’s so close, practically nose to nose, his smile so familiar yet surprisingly cheeky, though part of you suspects it’s due to the drinks, at least in part. So is the courage you gain for your next move, though.
You kiss him, in the middle of the dance floor, crushing your lips against his as you pull him in by his collar. When his grip on you tightens just a little and he kisses you back, you feel relief flood through you that you hadn’t realised you’d been waiting for. When he pulls back, he’s full on beaming at you. There’s a pause, a hesitation, an uncertainty, like maybe he wants to kiss you again, or pull you back to the dance floor, but then someone stumbles into you, almost spilling their on you, and Deaky pulls you back in time.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” You ask, as someone knocks into him from the dance floor, and it’s as if you suddenly remember how stuffy and crowded it is.
“I’d love to.” He agrees.
The taxi ride back to the hotel is giggly and sloppy, at one point he presses a kiss to your nose, and it sends you into a fit of giggles, which only serves to make him grin brighter.
“Was that not the right spot?” He asked, bright and faux innocent, and you’re trying to quell your laughter as he takes your face in his hands and plants a kiss on your forehead. You actually snort at that. “Warmer?” He asked with a grin, still holding your face. After a moment, he squishes your cheeks together and bursts out laughing. Once he drops his hands, you grin.
“No, I think-” and you cut yourself off by pressing your lips to his temple, before pulling back a little and humming, before going back in and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His laughter dies down and he catches your face as you go to lean back, instead pulling you in for a proper, passionate kiss. He hums, pleased against your lips, pulling you practically into his lap in the back of the taxi, and you feel your body already humming with anticipation. In this moment, you’ve never wanted anything more than him.
With him it’s not rushed, but it’s passionate, and fun above all else. You’re both still tipsy; he’s grinning and humming something familiar as you help pull his shirt over his head, letting himself fall backwards onto the bed when he hits the edge of it, beckoning you to him. You straddle him where he’s laying back, and he takes his time to admire you,hands sliding beneath the fabric of your shirt, to ghost over your stomach and land at your hips. Leaning in, you press a kiss to his lips, your hands coming to meet his as you teasingly lick at his bottom lip before sitting back up and impatiently pull your own shirt over your head.
There’s that admiring look again, but something about it fills you with warmth, the look in his eyes like he’s blessed to see such a sight. His hands come up to rest at your waist, moving to the small of your back so he can guide you to him for another kiss. This time he wastes no time, and unclasps your bra with surprising ease, helping you out of it without breaking the kiss as it becomes more desperate. Your bare chest against his, the giddy teasing fades in to want, as one of his hands finds your hip, encouraging you wordlessly as you begin to grind against him. His other hand grazes up your side, nails scraping gently against your sensitive skin, eliciting a gasp, back arching at the touch. With you hovering above him, the hand at your side comes to cup one of your boobs, squeezing for a moment before he kisses the gentle swell of it, his lips trailing down until he’s sitting upright and pressing a kiss to your sternum.
Looking back up at you, his pupils are blown wide, and he kisses you with a ferocity you hadn’t anticipated. His mouth is hot when he presses kisses to the column of your throat, his hands on your thighs where you’ve got your legs wrapped around him, shifting and grinding in his lap, desperate for some sort of friction, or for the both of you to be wearing less pants.
“Pants.” You finally gasp out, scrambling from his lap and unbuckling your own jeans in a desperate hurry. “Pants off.” You clarify to his confusion.
“Good call.” He agrees, and he’s beaming again, as if he his heart isn’t racing and the sight of you, so desperate to get undressed and fuck him, doesn’t making him unbearably hard. You can’t help but be a little flustered by his smile, among other things. By the time you’ve gotten your pants and panties off, he’s got his jeans mostly off, he’s just struggling with one leg.
“You need help?” You ask, and he looks up, as if finally seeing you, and he actually blushes.
“A little.” He admits, and you tug off the jeans with ease. Standing over him with a triumphant smile, he looks you over like he’s trying to savour the moment; no-one’s ever looked at you quite like that before, like they were simultaneously in awe of and hungry for you. “Where were we?” He asks, voice low and surprisingly rough as you waste no time sitting in his lap.
“Right- here-” you punctuate each word with a hard kiss, reaching down between the two of you to where his cock was standing hard against his stomach. Gently you begin to pump your hand up and down the shaft of his cock, listening to him gasp and groan as he pressed kisses along your neck. You swipe your thumb over the head where it’s already leaking precum, and you shift as you too are already wet with anticipation and need.
“God, I want to fuck you,” your own voice comes out a low moan, and the moment the words leave your mouth, his hand takes yours, and you still. He’s looking at you now, and more than anything he wants you.
“Please.”
Gently, with his hands on your hips as a guide, you kneel on the bed, straddling him, and you lower yourself onto him. His cock slides in with ease, you’re practically dripping, and you let out a long, low moan, and he hums in response, smiling at the sight of you, your eyes closed and mouth open in quiet pleasure.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” He murmurs, admiring you as your pussy flutters around his cock buried deep inside of you. You stay like that for a long moment, just getting used to the feel of him inside you, but the moment he shifts, just a little, experimentally, your eyes flicker open and your lips stretch into a smirk as you look at him through your lashes. Slowly at first, you begin to grind, your hips rolling to meet his; he’s got a hand on your lower back to keep you steady, and the other is at your tits, tugging at one of your nipples as he sucks the other into his mouth. At that you whimper, arching your back as he bites gently, tugs a little harder, and the rhythm of your hips stutters against him for just a moment.
You lift his chin with one hand, his lips meeting yours in a messy, desperate kiss as you moan into his mouth, still rocking against him. It’s not enough, so with gentle hands you press against his chest guiding him to lay down on the bed trailing kisses down his neck and chest as you ride him. He’s got a firm grip on your ass, and when his hips snap up to meet yours you audibly gasp.
“Incredible,” he murmurs, and he leans up, pulling you in to meet him half way as you’re fucking him, “you’re incredible.” And your breathy panting turns to moans against his lips when he’s got one hand between the two of you, thumb on your clit. He’s almost teasingly gentle, and your frantic rhythm slows down a little to accommodate the new stimulation, and as rubs the sensitive nerves more firmly, curses come tumbling from your lips. This just seems to encourage him to move more insistently, and he shifts his hips to an angle to fuck you just a bit deeper and you actually cry out.
“Fuck- fu- plea- please fuck me.” You whimper, breathless and needy. He’s happy to oblige. When you climb off of him, you’re quick to replace his cock with your fingers as you lay back against the bed, need curling low and hot within you, and he watches for just a moment with a smirk.
“How long have you wanted this, darling?” He asks, already moving himself between your legs, which split easily for him.
“So long, so so long.” You admit, groaning as he takes your hand away and slides easily back into you. For just a moment he’s still, buried to the hilt inside of you, then he starts thrusting, teasingly slow at first.
“Good.” He murmurs, and though your eyes are closed, you can hear the smirk in his voice. He’s still holding your hand, and after a beat, he tugs at your wrist, pulling your hand to him, and your eyes flutter open to see him suck your slick digits clean.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” you moan, rolling your hips to meet his as your head falls back against the pillows, the image of him looking at you with nothing but want in his eyes as he sucks your own juice off your fingers now burned into your memory for you to get off to in your own time. He’s still holding your hand, fingers laced with yours as he presses it against the bed. Your legs come up to wrap around him as you feel yourself getting close, and you reach down with your free hand to toy with your clit.
Your panting turns to whimpers turn to crying out his name as you come, wrapped up in him and the feeling of ecstasy that washes through you, with him still deep inside of you. He fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and as you’re coming down, he bites back a long groan as he pulls out of you, his cum hitting your stomach and tits. He lets out a long, pleased sigh, collapsing beside you. There’s tissues on the bedside table which you clean yourself up with well enough, and as you’re turned away, throwing the tissues out, John presses a kiss between your shoulder blades.
He’s smiling when you roll over to face him, and kisses you back tenderly when you lean in.
“We should do this again some time.” You say with a half-smile, and he lays back against the bed, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
I wasn’t planning on writing more, but I guess I’m super inspired by my friends and their stuff. Trying to put as much detail in it as I can, because I honestly feel like that’s important for smut.
The next one I’m writing has a size kink. Reader is very small in every way. John is 5’11, and I personally have a huuuge height kink. So this will play into being towered over and overpowered.
