John Deacon × Reader

John Deacon Fanfiction

You always helped your bestfriend, Roger, write songs for his band named Queen, and you always had fun hanging out with the band.

You had an idea for a lovely song, you wanted to call it Melancholy Blues, Freddie's angelic voice would go great with the soft lyrics. After working on the lyrics and melody for a while you decided to call up the band to meet you at the recording studio so they could hear the layout of the song. When they agreed you decided to start getting ready, even though they wouldn't arrive for about an hour or so.

You walked through your large bedroom past the bed and dresser and crumpled up paper from songs that you'd tried to write but ended up stumped and not being able to finish.

You threw on the comfiest top you could find, a t-shirt that belonged to roger that you had forgotten to give back, and a very short pair of shorts that made your bum look very nice.

After one last look in the mirror to see how your vanity was, not that you ever cared that much how you looked around the band, you grabbed your keys from the kitchen counter and headed to the studio.
  
Since you got to the studio early you decided to play around with the equipment and sing the song you'd been working on. Just to see if there was anything You could possibly tweak here and there. You thought Freddie would just adore the vibe of the lyrics.

You decided to go through the whole song and put your heart and soul into it, the boys weren't there so you could be as dramatic as you wanted.

Throughout the piece you felt like a hopeless romantic. Pouring your heart out to the one you adore most. If only they knew...

As your voice slowly ended the beautiful piece you'd just devoted everything to in that short moment, you heard a familiar voice, " Wow, y/n, that was beautiful." It was John, the bass player. Lately, John seemed to always be watching you with a certain look, a look of hunger, his eyes seeming to look deep into you. Every time you would even just look at him you would immediately get butterflies in your stomach.

You were so embarrassed," Oh god, John! I didn't know anyone was here!" As a bright crimson flush rushed over your cheeks he walked slowly over to you, " I came early 'cause I- I knew you'd be here." He only stopped when his face was only inches from yours, almost teasing.

You were getting nervous and you didn't know why, you and John were just friends! The room was getting uncomfortably hot, it felt as though your heart was a firework about to be launched.

"Uh... the boys won't be here for a while so we have some alone time." He stepped even closer to you, almost to wear your bodies we're pressed against each other, as he gave you that familiar look of yearning hunger.

" John what do you mean by that exactly?" You looked up for the first time since be began walking towards you, too nervous to do so until now.

As your gaze met his he smirked down at you, almost in a pitiful way. You felt weak. Almost too weak to stand. How you had longed for this moment. This was what you had been waiting for for months on end. Many nights up late thinking about soft-hearted bass player who had a certain air of
mystery to him and you longed to know more.

You closed your eyes, raised your chin at an angle waiting with the burning need of contact on your lips. After barely a few seconds of no contact you opened your eyes to see Johns face, eyebrows furrowed, eyes looking down at you playfully. This seemingly sensitive and innocent young man wasn't going to let you have full control of the moment.

He turned and walked over to the couch by the wall and sat down, leaning back in the chair comfortably. " Come over here and you can find out." Teasing you, knowing he could lure you in, knowing that you've been wanting him.

He patted his lap as an invitation for you to sit. Before this you never thought you would see John acting in such a way as he did now, making you feel as you do now.

You walked over to him so you were directly infront of him, you put your hands on your hips, eyebrows all crinkled up in confusion, " John are you high... o-or drunk or something?" You stuttered, having a bit of a difficulty speaking in the moment.

He looked you over once with hungry, needing eyes,

"Nope."

He replied as he bit his nail, his longing eyes just meeting yours before he blurted, "Just come here." He grabbed you by your wrists and guided you on to of him so that you were straddling his legs.

You placed your hand on his chest gently, not knowing exactly what to do next. He reached up and put his hands up to cup your  jaw, your hand slid slowly along his skin up to his wrists to feel his hands on your face.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he brought your lips down to meet his. You felt every soft part of his lips with yours. Your hand moving to his hair, tugging gently.

At first, his kisses were gentle and light, like a soft ocean breeze softly flicking against your skin, then they became more passionate and hard, as his hands slid down to your waist, moving you agaisnt him.

The moment seemed to last an eternity. All you had wanted was now happening. The fireworks of your heart continuously exploding in this never ending moment of pure satisfaction.

After a few minutes of making out, John picked you up gently and layed you long ways on the couch. You looked up at him, want in your eyes, wondering what his next action would be.

He got on top of you and started kissing your neck, sucking gently in little areas leaving little hickies not noticeable enough for others to see, but enough for it to be a secret between the two of you. You let out a little noise, he stopped to look up at you and smirked.

Then he started making a faint trail of kisses leading from your neck back up to your lips where he stayed the longest. Your lips moved in-sync with each others, you weren't nervous anymore, just living in the ecstasy of the moment.

You were surprised when he had slipped a bit of tongue to the kiss, but you let him do what he wanted. You ran your hands through his hair as he glided his hands along your skin, up and down your body, as if memorizing you by touch.

After a while more you realized how much time went by "John... H-hey... John?" You said between kisses. "Hmm?" He replied carelessly while kissing your neck.

"The boys... they'll be here soon..." You placed your hands up to his chest to push him up a little. He lifted his hand to look at his watch, "Yeah, yeah you're right." Sighing deeply he got up and sat down at the other end of the couch.
   
Just as you suspected: the other boys arrived. You and John quickly stood up and welcomed them with laughs and hugs, "Hi guys!" You smiled brightly. It was a bit awkward.

"Well you two are early! What've you been up to?" Roger gave you a funny look, eyebrows raised.

Your eyes widened as your face free crimson red again, "Oh- we uh... We were jus-"

"Y/n was just showing me the song she's been working on. Isn't that right?" John cut you off to cover your crappy choice of words.You nodded your head towards Roger shyly to go along with John's little fib.

John gave you a little smirk and winked at you.