Queen oneshots

Not good enough : Deacury

Freddie's POV:
I watched the pretty boy, dancing about in the kitchen. He looked so peaceful, so happy, so comfortable. Roger and Brian had gone to the movies so that left me and John alone. We had been dating for a few weeks, and I was so happy, but I still felt wrong. I sighed and looked down at my lap, fixing my face on my twiddling thumbs. I heard the music from the kitchen radio grow quieter, and light footsteps coming over to me.

I looked up to see John with a concerned look in his eyes, but still a small smile on his lips. He was wearing his yellow shorts which I adored and one of my t-shirts, he looks gorgeous. He put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows at me.

"What's the matter Freddie?" He asked in a tone that I knew meant he wanted a real answer.

"Oh nothing darling don't worry about it." I brushed him off wit a fake smile.

"Freddie. Don't lie to me." He pressed, sitting down next to me.

"I'm not lying!" I protested, wanting him to just leave me alone.

"Freddie, I tell you everything!" He whined, "why won't you ever open up to me, I am your boyfriend you know." He crosses his arms over his chest and pouted at me.

"Oh deaky don't give me that look!" I sighed.

This only made him pout more and move in closer to me. I giggled at his silliness and gave him a little slap on the leg.

"John!" I laughed, pushing him away, "stop it! Go dance again, you need some practice."

He gasped dramatically, "how dare you, I don't need any practice, and I'll prove it to you!" He stood up and skipped over to the kitchen, turning on the radio.

The start of 'Super freak' began to play and he looked at me with a cocky grin, he knew he could dance to this. He began preforming his best moves to me and a giggled at the faces he made- he was too cute.

The song came to an end and he began to walk- no strut over to me. Instead of sitting beside me he climbed onto my lap and began to kiss me. I giggled through the kiss, taken back by his forwardness. I was even more surprised when he began to grind on my gardening dick. I smiled and pulled away, "wow you really are a super freak."

"Mmmmm, I know." He smirked before going back into the kiss, grinding harder. He then slipped his tongue into my mouth and began exploring it. He bit hard down on my lip, causing me to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I pulled away for a breath.

"What.. has.. gotten.. into.. you?" I panted, diving back into the make out session.

"You will have to find out." He winked, and began to trace his fingers down my chest. He was going agonising slow, and he knew it. He reached my dick and gave it a squeeze, I was really getting needy now. Just as he was about to go to the next stage he stopped and climbed off my lap.

"What are you doing?" I asked confused and frustrated.

"I'm not continuing until you tell me what's wrong." He replied as if I was a child.

"Whattt that's not fair!" I protested.

"Oh yes it is. Now spill." He wasn't going to budge from his decision, and I was extremely horny now so just decided to tell him.

I let out a long sigh and began, "it's just, I feel like ever since we started dating I'm not good enough for you." I admitted sadly.

He looked at me with a bewildered expression on his face, "what are you talking about?"

"Oh I don't know John. It's just you are so good, so kind, so smart, so... sexy. I just think you are so amazing and you give me so much and I just don't think I'm good enough for you. Like you are just so perfect and I'm.. well I'm not." I explained, feeling that stupid lump begin to form in my throat.

"Aw Freddie, I have no idea why you think that! You are so perfect to me, I couldn't wish for a better boyfriend! You don't understand how good you are, your funny, kind, caring, incredibly talented, so supportive and very very sexy." He smiled at me cupping my cheek with his hand.

"Really? You think so?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Yes of course, I love you Freddie."

"I love you too Johnny."

"But you know you have to talk to me more. I don't want you filling up your pretty head with these ridiculous ideas, promise me you will talk to me about this stuff." He smiled sadly at me.

"Promise." I held up my pinky finger and he interlocked mine and his.

"Now where were we?" I asked, raising a suggestive eyebrows.

"Hmmm it was something like this-" he climbed back onto me and continued why he was doing before.

I was in for a big treat.

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A/N:
Sorry this is really short!! Also I can't write smut, bc I just can't, bc I'm too pure for the nasties. Lots of story ideas lined up so be prepared- ok ly by 😙✌️💓