my meaningless mishaps

You could still hear the loud yet muffled cheering as the band appeared backstage once again, smiles gracing each face.

It was a damn good performance, which you believed everyone would agree to.

Your impatience grew knowing John would make an appearance at any minute; your mind repeatedly replaying the way he left you shaking with anticipation

You longed to see him; praise him for the exhilarating concert if nothing else. As he’s walking back he has a few short chats with his fellow band mates, all sharing the excitement.

He spots you, eyeing him once again. His face conveys a blank emotion, thought intent on keeping your attention

He makes his way towards you, halting abruptly at your presence.

“Darling..” he greets you, his voice low and lascivious, almost questioning

His arms wrap around you tightly as he effortlessly guides you towards the dressing room once again

You figured he had warned the others it would be occupied, given that it was still empty.

“You have a sexy sound, love” you couldn’t help yourself, needing to mention the mesmerizing gig

Once inside he locks the door to the dimly lit room. His hesitance hints at a hidden smile; silently admiring your compliment

“Mm that so?”

He pushes you against the wall without warning, still gentle in his ways being the man he was. His hips tuck tightly into yours as you feel his ever-growing bulge press into your inner thigh

He moves painfully slow while pressing his lips near your ear; his hair lightly tickling your face

“You know how uncomfortable this was during those two hours?” His voice so low and lust filled; your knees weak at his tone

”I should make you pay for that cute little stunt, shouldn’t I?” You’re speechless while staring into a face you rarely see from your Jonesy

“Hmm?” He inquires, the vibration sending a shock up your lower half. He is forgiving in his ways, moving to lustfully nip at your neck. His hot breath left temporary little hints of love on your delicate skin; the feeling sending shivers down your back. You let out small sighs while melting under his touch

“John I-“

Your hesitance intrigues him

“Yes, my love?”

“...need you”

You knew this went unspoken but you were at a loss for words, mesmerized at this newfound vigor John was unleashing on you.

He hesitates, wanting to rile you up; though the upturning of his lips on your neck is unmistakable

He picks you up without warning, earning a sharp gasp. He makes his way to the spacious couch as he lays you down, eagerly climbing on top of you

He kisses you heavily, impassioned from the painstakingly long wait. You lift your hands to sift your fingers through his sideburns, lightly gripping them.

This peaks his arousal as he presses his length into your thigh once again as if wanting to make you fully aware of what you have done to him.

“You’re a lucky girl... I can’t stay mad at you” He murmurs against your lips, a half-serious glare staring into your eyes

He quickly kisses you again while messing with your shirt, only parting as he lifts it off you. He moves down, pressing little kisses into your skin while doing so. While reaching his arms around you he unclasps your bra, carefully removing it so you don’t have to move. His hands form to your sides as he sees that both breasts get attention, lightly nipping and sucking at each. The lightest touch from John now leaves you whimpering, longing for his love. Once satisfied he moves down, slowly sliding off the rest of your tight fitting jeans. He pauses to adore your full beauty on display, and just for him.

You can’t help but playfully smile back at him, watching him lost in thought

He smirks at the sight, “You’re just asking for this one hm?”

He gets up to kneel on the couch, staring down at you with an indescribable face.

Abruptly he lifts your legs, slapping your ass a few times without caution

“John-!” your cry cut off at the impact; shock washing over your face

He wasn’t one to normally behave this way, and it showed. As much as it turned you both on you couldn’t help but smile at this sudden change from his rather reserved nature.

He blushes slightly at your humored face, miserably failing to hold back his own pleasantly lovable smile, “Oh that’s it!”

He lowers himself again picking up where he left off, teasingly kissing circles around your inner thighs

This was more to hide his short-lived embarrassment, though it was now the last thing on your mind

“Oh, love..”

He smirks against your skin for he knew he was being tormentingly slow.

Leaving that as it was he moves to face you

“Something wrong dear?”

His fingers dance across your delicate skin, his movements as if he were ’playing’ your body, wanting to elicit from you the beautiful sounds the way he knew best

His hands continuously moved farther down until reaching your most sensitive point

You moan out at the longing of his touch, his skilled fingers leaving you in a daze

He works circles around your delicate area, fully enjoying the view that is your pleasure induced face. Your repeated moans have him aching, the excitement almost becoming too much for him as well. He manages to distract himself by nipping at your collarbone; wanting nothing more than to fully please you. As he slows down you manage to moderately compose yourself

“John, love please” breathlessly grabbing his attention

Your hands move to his shirt, unbuttoning the last few remaining intact as you grew too impatient

He gets up briskly, sliding off the rest of his dress shirt and decidedly helping you on the rest. His belt and pants fall to the floor with a ‘clank’ as he tosses them to the side.

You’re breathless, as you now have the pleasure of taking in all his intoxicating features

Once back on top of you he kisses you again, needily as if to make up for the lack of attention. His tongue intermingled with yours, the exchange of open-mouthed moaning escaping both of your lips. His now bare hips unconsciously grind into your own

You can feel he is painfully aroused, the precum slicking against your thighs along with your wetness. His groans are enough to send your head spinning as the occasional breath of your name slips from him

He stops to line himself up at your entrance, still looking up at you almost as if asking for permission

“John love, I need to feel you”

This was all he needed to hear as he slowly enters you, still in his nature to be gentle with your beauty

The guttural groan that escapes him was worth it in of itself as he gradually thrusts himself completely into you.

While starting out slow he admires your face through half-lidded eyes. His thrusts become deeper over time, only when he felt you could handle it. You couldn’t care less, as you desired him so bad. You found his moaning to solely be the most arousing thing you’ve ever heard; a faint obscenity occasionally escaping him at the sheer pleasure. He attempts to sloppily kiss you as the repeated force of his hips shifts your entire body

He deeply presses into your lips the repeated mantra ‘I love you’; the emotion conveyed in his voice meaning no less each time spoken.

He slowed down to forcing deep, paced thrusts into your aching wetness; each time earning a sharp moan or the occasional slip of his name, as it felt so right leaving your mouth. Once again his fingers find themselves at your sensitive area, working around it all while driving himself into you erratically

It was all becoming too much, the pressure you were feeling nearly overtaking you. He could visibly see this, paying close attention while giving you all the pleasure he possibly could

“For me, love” he manages out, breathless. That was it.

His lascivious voice made your legs weaken, crying out his name as you feel the complete pleasure wash over you

“J-John!” The quick snap of his hips making your words cut off

He slows, letting you ride out your pleasure; painfully close himself.

He begins again, the erratic, deep movements inside you making him repeat your name, almost holding a needy quality

With a few last forces of his hips you feel him pulse, fully letting out his long-awaited release deep inside of you; the hard breath of your name leaving his lips so passionately

He stays like this for a few moments before falling to your side, refraining from collapsing onto you. Your chests are both heaving, faces as if painted scarlet as you both share a lazy smile. He eventually kisses your shoulder, as it was the closest thing in his reach

While sitting backstage you watch John gracefully saunter about, conversing with Jimmy before they went on. You heard faint murmurs from them both, all pertaining to improvisational bits and such. Seeing him all dressed up for the performance had you hot and bothered; John completely oblivious to what exactly it did to you. You loved the white, form-fitting outfit; it made you weak merely glancing at him. Your thoughts soon seemingly muted out the world, as you dazed off in your own mind.

“Darling?”

Instantaneously you regain your focus to see the light swaying of John’s hips slowly making their way towards you. He stopped in front of you, resting a hand at his side. His boots made him hold his posture different; the mere cocking of his hips drove you wild. “Darling..??” He stated once again prying for a response

“Yes, my love?” you jolt and reply quickly, slightly blushing at your own hesitance. You nearly cursed yourself, making it painfully obvious at your desire. “I just wanted to be with you before we go on my love” he lightly chuckles at your lost manner. This causes a change in your intentions. You stand purposefully, “How about we go somewhere a little quieter then?” while flashing him an innocent smile.

“Ah yes.. the dressing room?”

He simply returns the grin, confused at the mixed signals as he stands to lead the way. Seeing that it was unoccupied you shut the door behind you, immediately wrapping your arms around John’s waist and visibly eyeing him. “This was pretty unnecessary” you broke the silence

“Hmm? What is?” He cooes playfully, though still oblivious

“How enticing you look right now”

You wait for a second to catch his eyes turn up at you, face shifting smugly before you begin rubbing your hands on his chest

His dress shirt was unbuttoned pretty low, much to your pleasure

You reveled in the bit of hair he had on display, eventually moving to place kisses over its entirety. You were on your tiptoes, as his platforms made him abnormally tall. “Some help, love?” He gestures up at you as he lifts you into his arms; your legs now wrapped around his hips

His strong hands gripped your thighs to support you as he turned you round; placing your back to the wall

A faint whine left your lips, simply at the thought of what was to come

While holding you he places his forehead to yours, that grin never leaving his face

“Better?” He pries, attacking your lips the second you open your mouth to answer. You let out a small whine in his mouth simply at the shock. He absolutely adored that, the noises you made at his touch. Your sound rivaled that of the most melodious music, he always claimed. This obviously excited him, given the adjusting of his hips closer to yours. You parted for air, eyes lazily opening to see his; lust filled. “You drive me wild, you know that?” He said low and breathless. “Funny, I was just about to say the same” you coyly smile back, moving to kiss his neck. You worked at the soft skin, moving your hands to cup the sides of his shapely jaw. Your tongue swirled around the sensitive area, eliciting a low groan from John that made you absolutely quiver; the vibration tickling your lips. The sound only encouraged you to continue, even if just for the rewarding sound of his pleasure. After a minute of this assault on his neck, a sharp, loud rapping comes at the door. There was no hesitance as if they were used to this behavior happening. You figured they heard the rather suggestive sounds you both were guilty of making

“Not to ruin your moment, but ah, we’re on in two”

..

Bonzo.

The muffled yet unmistakable voice echoed boisterously through the wall.

“Ah, hell” John retorts in frustration

He warns you before gently letting you down. You get to look at him once again, though this time.. much more unorganized and flustered. As he adjusts his now uneven belt you notice the prominent outline that has formed directly below it