Queen × reader smut...lemon... i guess

1. The Meeting

I am Brian May’s little sister. Since he began playing in the group Queen I always wanted to see them record in their studio. Brian doesn’t really talk about his friends but I insisted to meet them. Obviously I knew them but only their names.
One day, he finally agrees to bring me to the studio with him. It’s 9am and Brian burst into my room.
-Y/N ! Are you ready? Why are you still in your pajamas? I told you we are going to record a song with the band and you could come.
-Oh my god, I forgot! Ok wait for me downstairs, I’ll be there in 10. I answer as I jump out of bed.
Brian get out sighting. I throw my long tshirt I use as a pajamas on my bed and open my wardrobe. I grab a slim high waist black jean with an oversized T-shirt of my favorite group I tuck in my pants. I quickly brush my Y/H/C hair and tie it up in a messy bun. ‘' It’s not like I’m gonna meet a hot guy anyway’’ I thought. I then rush into the bathroom, I wash my face and apply a bit of BB cream. I do my eyebrows and apply some mascara. To finish, I just put on a tinted lip balm. A spray of my favorite perfume and I’m ready to go.
When I arrive at the door, Bri gives me that why-did-i-agree look. We sit into his car and he drives us to their studio. When we arrive a long haired extravagant man shows up and hugs me.
-OH darling! You must be Y/N, Bri’s sister. I guess you already know me, right?
-Hum... Freddie?
-Of course love, who else? Well the boys are recording Rog’s drums so come in. Oh and by the way, you’re late Bri.
Brian roll his eyes as we get into the studio. I directly spot a young man with massive curly hair listening to a recording. Fred takes the mic and tells the last boy to stop for a minute and come. My brother introduces me to the curly boy.
-Y/N, this is John aka Deaky. John, this is my little sister, Y/N.
I wave at him as he gets closer to kiss (in a greeting way). I see he’s blushing, and to be honest I also feel my cheeks getting hot.
-Oh Deaky are you hot, you’re all red? Or is Y/N hot? Freddie asks, teasing him.
-What? No! I mean... you’re really cute... but … John mumbles.
-Thanks, I guess. You're not bad yourself. I giggle.
Bri stares at me.
-John, I trust you so don’t try anything with my sister, ok?
-Well, personally, I can’t promise that. A young, blond guy says as he enters the room.
-Rog I swear I’ll break your knees if you touch her. Brian replies in a protective way.
The man now identified as Roger looks at me with a little smirk. He comes closer to handshake.
-I’m Roger Taylor and drums aren’t the only thing I bang.
I burst in laughter as it was so unexpected.
-ROGER! My brother snaps.
Still holding my hand he removes his sunglasses to reveal beautiful bright blue eyes in which I feel myself drowning. Until Freddie claps his hands.
-Alright darlings, no more chitchat. We go back to work. Roger have you done your drums?
-Yeah I’m almost done. He replies as he turns facing me again. Baby girl, wait for me right there I’ll be back in a second.
He then goes back in the recording room winking at me. Fred, as the director he is, takes care to control every recording. Brian also helps with Rog’s recording. Just before he puts on his headphones he tells John to take care of me while he’s busy. Shy John then asks me if I’m down for a coffee. Obviously I agree. And so we go to a café down the street.
We firstly have basic discussion about the band, the members etc. When we arrive at the café, John orders a cappuccino and I order a hot chocolate with whipped cream on top. We start talking about our lives, the school I’m going to, which is the same he went to, and other kinda personal things. I feel comfortable with him like if we’ve always been friends.
I tell him that I pleaded my brother to meet them, he feels flatterred. He tells me that he actually also wanted to meet me because Brian often got me on the phone so they sometimes talked about me.
-I actually heard your voice a couple of time when you call your brother and I genuinely thought you had such a sweet voice. He giggles.
-Well, at first I thought Roger was the cutest, but now that I’m thinking about it, he seems like a douche.
-It’s not to make him look like a cunt but yeah,  he’s often bragging in his car and most of the time he shows up with a different girl. But I’m sure deep down he’s a good guy who can be sweet..
-If you say so...
There is an awkward pause before John snaps.
-Wait! You said you thought Rog was the cutest?!
-Hum... yeah... But now you changed my mind, you definitely are the cutest. I smile at him.
I take an umpteenth sip of my hot cocoa and end up with a mustache of whipped cream. John gently rubs the cream off my top lip with his thumb. A huge smile grows on my face as I feel my cheeks getting burning hot. He has a beautiful smile as he leans in over the table. He slides his left hand behind my neck, pulling me closer to him. I feel his soft lips pressing against mine and notice his smile intensifying through the kiss. We pull out after a moment because of the lack of air.
-You wanna go somewhere else? He asks in a soft voice.
-Sure. I answer.
-But you haven’t finished your chocolate.
-I don’t care, I want you more. I say in a seductive voice.
John takes out a bank note and put it on the table. He takes my hand as we walk out the café.
-And so, where are you leading me? I ask, following him.
-To the studio, I know it’s not the best place but I have to record my part soon.
We walk past an old couple also holding hands. They give us a sweet smile, that we give them in return.
After a short walk, we arrive at the studio. John sneaks into the room to see that Brian started recording, which leaves us quite a moment for ourselves. We quickly tiptoe to the bathroom. While we are walking across the hallway, I hear Roger whining to Fred asking: where I am, why did I went with John and so on. Deaky looks at me, raising an eyebrow. I shrug as an answer.
We finally arrive to an intimate place, the girls bathroom. At the moment I lock the door, John grabs me by the waist, spins me around and kisses me. He holds on my thights and sit me down on the bathr00m sink. I feel his tongue asking for entrance, which I directly accept. Our tongues immediately start a waltz. I feel his hands travelling across my back under my shirt. I lay my hands on his neck, sometimes going through his hair, playing with his brown curls. We break the kiss only to get some fresh air.
After a moment the kiss gets more and more sloppy. God knows how he became so confident but John slides his hands under my t-shirt, pulls it over my head and throws it in the sink. I grab on the collar of his shirt and start to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall on the cold floor. He then undoes his pants and also left it on the tiles. I get up and do the same, letting us both in our underwears. Deaky’s hands travel to my back to unclasp my bra. He looks at me in disbelief.
-God, how can you be so beautiful.
I blush and kiss him passionnately. I see his boxer getting tighter as our bodies collapses. He grabs my waist and move it against his. At the same time, I move my hips up and down to create more friction. I can feel his member hardening against my intimity. When I go to take of his boxer the door slams open revealing Brian standing straight infront of us. I grasp John and pull him against me to hide since I am bare chested.
-JOHN! How dare you lay your hands on Y/N?! I thought I could trust you. Bri shouts.
-No Bri stop. It’s me. I wanted him and I asked for it. Please don’t scream at him, he’s innocent. I defend.
Bri closes the door, full of anger. John and I quickly dress up again. He looks up at me while I re-do my bun, his eyes full of tears.
-I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to do anything wrong. God it's all my fault. Brian will never look at me the same way again.
I take his head in my palms.
- Hey look at me. You did nothing wrong. I'm a grown adult, he has no right to forbid me any relationship with a consent adult.
He wraps me in his arms. I hug him back, posing my head on his shoulder. We stay like that for a while until he lets go.
-Well I guess I should record my bass now. He says with a little giggle.
I follow him as he goes back into the recording room. Everyone look at us, my brother with disgust in his eyes. I tell him that I need to talk to him and we go outside the building.
-What ? He says on a hard tone.
-Ok Brian, I'm an adult and so is John. What we did is absolutely okay and you can't overprotect me like if I was 3. Now, all I want you to do is to not reject John. He's still a member of Queen just like Roger or Freddie.
-I… it’s just that… you’re my baby sister and…
-I'm not a baby anymore Ok ?
-Yeah I guess my reaction was too much.
I give him a hug laying my head on his chest. He pats my back and tells me to go back inside.
-Wait, are the other ones aware?
-No I didn't tell anyone.
-Thanks.
We walk back inside and sit down on the couch as if nothing happened. John ,in between too records, looks at me raising an eyebrow. I answer with a small smile and nod.
And so this day finishes. But Fredddie tells me before I go that they’ll be here tomorrow.
-Yeah sure I'd come. Can I come at around 11am, I can bring you guys sandwiches if you’d like.
-Of course darling, and for the sandwiches you'd be an angel. Fred smiles at me.
I go back home before Brian, I hug every one of them, John a bit tighter. And I walk back home by myself, listening to some vintage music.

It's around 9pm and I'm laying in my bed, reading while listening to my favorite vinyl. Brian walks into my room. He sits down on the corner of my bed. I lower the volume of the music to hear him.
-Hey so I just wanted to talk about what happened earlier today.  He says in a soft voice, almost whispering.
-M’kay. I say chewing my gum.
-So, I know you have the right to do whatever you want but…
-But kill someone. I giggle to clear the air.
-Uh… yeah, of course. Bri laughs. So what I was saying is that you totally have the right to fuck with John or whatever. I just don’t want to know, it kind of disgusts me to imagine you having sex with anyone.
-I’m that ugly? I joke.
-Oh my god, more than you can imagine hahaha. Soooo, what I was saying, again, is that I’m sorry and so, to apologize, I planned you a date, with Deacy, tomorrow evening.
-What? I… but… WHAT? You planned me a DATE?
-Well, calm down first, it’s real simple, tomorrow, you and Deacy meet at 9pm at the local Chinese restaurant, since I know you love it. Then you’ll have a beautiful evening together and if you want to you’ll have passionate sex with John and… everything will be cool.
-Hum, what?! Ok, thank you… I guess. But is at least John aware?
-Yes of course. I planned this before leaving the studio with him.
-Well, it’s kind of weird that you did this but… okay I’ll go.
-Good to hear that! Well you should sleep now to look fresh as a daisy tomorrow for your sweet little Deacy. My brother jokes and hit me on the shoulder.
-Oh come on. I hit him back.
Brian stands up and walks to my door.
-Good night sweetie. Love you.
-Good night Bri. Love you too.
I turn off the lights and lay down in my bed. As I close my eyes, I relive every moment with John. “He really is so cute” I think to myself. I then, peacefully fall asleep, smiling at the thought of seeing John tomorrow