Summary: You discover something new about John…and he likes it.
Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! There’s a lot happening here sonill cover the basics- daddy kink, spanking, dirty talk, some Dom!Deacon, oral, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) there’s fluff though and some humour. Please do not read if you’re under 18!
A/N: a request from the lovely @princessleiaqueen (sorry it’s a bit late!) I tried to make it funny too as well as smutty and I hope it’s what you wanted! Enjoy! 💖
John tiredly groaned into your shoulder when he stirred awake one morning. In his eyes, you were always the sweetest sight to see first thing in the morning and the best thing to look at before he shut his eyes last thing at night. “Morning,” you sleepily groaned and pressed your back into his chest.
“Morning, lovely,” John kissed the exposed skin on the back of your neck before moving down your shoulders, trying to manoeuvre around your pyjamas. He was in a very good mood. You turned around with a sleepy smile. “You’re gorgeous,” he let his lips mould perfectly against yours. He was starting something he didn’t want to stop.
That was until you both heard hysterical screaming “Give me back my hairbrush!”
“Then admit you took the toy from the cereal box!”
You both deeply sighed “They’re up.”
You chuckled and tapped his slightly stubbly cheek “Well that’s what you get for becoming a daddy.” You went to move but John kept his arm wrapped around you.
You raised a brow “I said that’s what you get for becoming a daddy.”
John’s brow furrowed ever so slightly, his lips quirking into a curious smile. “They don’t call me that.” He said. “They never have…only you’ve called me that. Right now.” His tone suddenly changed and he slowly got on top of you. “Say it again.”
“Daddy…?” John feverishly kissed you, his hands roaming the length of your body before landing on your ass and giving it a harsh squeeze. “Christ, John,” you breathily murmured when his lips traveled down your neck. “Don’t tell me after all these years you’ve been hiding a daddy kink from me.”
John groaned and slowly began grind his hips, you could feel his hard length brush against your thigh. “Just keep calling me that.” His hands moved and cupped your face as you brought your leg up and wrapped it around John’s lower waist.
The door to your room suddenly burst open and you and John broke apart. Your two youngest children came in and threw themselves on the bed and on top of you and John, earning a pained groan from both of you. They laughed as the both of you lifted them up and off the bed. “Oh morning! Morning! Morning!” You cooed and sat up in bed. You could hear the other three scampering around getting ready for school.
“Mum what’s wrong?” Your youngest daughter asked.
“Oh nothing, sweetie! Nothing!” You assured and got up, leaving John in bed.
You abruptly cut them off. “I’m fine!” You began pushing them out the bedroom and tried to not look so flustered by fanning your red cheeks. “Let’s get breakfast sorted and I’ll organise your lunches.” John lazily grinned, he was lucky to have you. From the moment he saw you singing in the crowd back when he had first joined Queen, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You got married a few years later and right before he went on tour, you surprised him with the news that you were expecting your first child together. Then, before either of you knew it, there were five kids running ragged around you. Creating ‘art’ on the walls with crayons and John being subject to makeovers with bright blue eyeshadow and permanent marker eyebrows when the pen was mistaken for a brow pencil. John had those 'eyebrows’ for a week. You both slid into domestic life effortlessly- but that also meant that the two of you focused most of your time on the children and less on yourselves.
The spontaneous date nights slowly came to a stop, so did the steamy shagging sessions that often came with them. But you both knew you loved each other unconditionally, but John wanted more time to show you. Especially now that he had found a newfound fire within him when you called him…that.
He got up and got changed and made his way into the kitchen, the kids were making a mess with jammy toast and cereal- three different types of cereal because the five of them were so indecisive and picky. They didn’t like the cereal you and John ate- they called it old people’s cereal. When they did, you had never seen John get so defensive about cornflakes before. No, they preferred the types that were more sugar than cereal. John popped in and out of the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast on the way before going to the door to get the paper that was always crammed into the letterbox each morning. “Okay, dad’s going to take you to school, gran is picking you up afterwards for a sleepover- be good!” You warned with a small grin and they all sneakily grinned back at you. “Don’t!” You warned, pointing a finger just before they started a food fight in the kitchen. Again. John returned and sat down at the breakfast bar, downing a mouthful of tea that was sitting waiting for him. “John, watch your time,” you squeezed his shoulder as you walked passed to go to the bedroom and get ready. “Kids- teeth!” You yelled out and they all groaned, brushing their teeth was a chore to them. John silently chuckled seeing them all drag themselves to the bathroom while he sat and finished off his breakfast. You returned to the kitchen and began to clear away some of the dishes- that was until John grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him.
“We’d have five minutes if we’re quick,” he winked with a boyish grin on his face.
You let out a loud laugh “Tempting, Mr Deacon, tempting.” You pecked his lips “But we have about five seconds before-” you were cut off by a stampede of feet coming down the stairs. “Told you.” You smugly smirked and pulled away to give everyone their lunches and give them pecks on their temples. “Remember- Kids are going their grans for a movie night and a sleepover today so you won’t need to pick them up.” You told John who nodded. You turned to all the kids “Bye bye, have a good day! Learn lots!” You cooed and John stood up grabbing his car keys “Bye, love.”
John lovingly and longingly kissed you “Bye sexy,” he purred and you playfully rolled your eyes. You quietly laughed hearing John loudly groan in the hall “Get off my leg! No- No! Don’t throw that! Just get in the car!” You waved at them through the window. The house seemed so empty without them all.
You were thankful you and John were going to get some time alone tonight. Especially after finding out about his little secret. You grinned to yourself and bit down on your lip before heading upstairs to your office. You were a columnist for a magazine and when you had the kids, you found that it was easier working from home. You spent most of the day cooped up in your office typing away, John would be at the studio most of the day and you’d make a nice dinner for the two of you before he got home. Your lips twitched upwards when your eyes caught on to the photo frames on your desk. One was of the seven of you on holiday- you remembered how hectic it was trying to wrangle all the kids through the airport. It was so bad you and John convinced yourselves that you wouldn’t do it again…until you all decided to go to Disneyland a year later.
There was another frame, it was pretty old and the photo inside was starting to fade ever so slightly. It was a picture of you and John after he had just finished a set at a pub. Freddie had taken the photo of the two of you laughing at something John had said. Your wide smiles and loving gazes captured forever. You picked it up and traced your finger over the glass before realising what the time was so you put it back and made a start on dinner. John was hit with a mix of amazing smells coming from the kitchen when he stepped through the door. For a moment he wondered if he was in the right house- it was rare having none of the kids running up and down the hall or screaming at one another.
He walked through to the kitchen and smiled to himself seeing you stir a pot and take a sip of tea while you did. “There’s my favourite milf.”
You spat out your tea into the sink beside you and began violently choking on the remains in your throat. You did not expect John to come in and greet you like that. “What?!” You started laughing and wiped the tea off your mouth. “Did Roger teach you that word? Because you shouldn’t listen if Roger is trying to teach you something.” You were still in a state of shock but managed to smile. “In fact- 'Roger’ and 'teach’ shouldn’t even be in the same sentence now that I think about it.”
John shook his head and sauntered towards you “He didn’t teach me, I knew it.”
You blinked and shook your head a little, turning back to stir the pot. “Why are you calling me that? Do you know what that means, sweetie?” You glanced over your shoulder and raised a brow before returning your attention to the pot in front of you.
John placed his hands on your hips to steady you while he kissed your cheek from behind. You jumped a little at the contact, his lips were dangerously close to your ear and you could almost feel his mouth touch your skin, his breath was giving you goosebumps. “Can I fuck you?” He roughly asked and bit down on your earlobe.
You swallowed tightly, not quite being subdued by him yet. “I’m making dinner.”
“Can I fuck you while you make dinner?”
You smirked and let out a small snort of laughter out. “I think that would be hard.”
John rolled his hips against you “Not as hard as me.” You let out a small gasp and gripped onto the work surface feeling his already hard length.
You let out a breath of a laugh “You better be careful or you’re end up with another one…” you warned.
“We could have six…” he started kissing your neck and your head fell back so John took the opportunity to move his hands forward and cup your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“Not a chance,” you couldn’t help but moan out. “My vagina is retired from that.”
John stopped kissing you and turned you round to face him. “Retired from having me?”
You playfully narrowed your eyes “Never you, John.”
He ran his hands up and down your sides, making your top rise a little “Could never get enough of my favourite milf.”
You burst out laughing in his face and he giggled “Please stop calling me that because if you say it again I might just pee myself laughing!”
John grinned and pecked your lips a few times before pulling back ever so slightly, his nose pressed against yours and his eyes were darker than the night sky. “Well would I rather call you…baby girl?” His voice was so low he was practically growling. His eyes flickered down to your thighs, he noticed you squeeze them together to relieve some tension that had built up. “I can help you with that,” he sinfully smirked and licked his lips.
“Not yet, dinner is almost ready.” Despite you saying this, you couldn’t help but kiss him. John knew what did it for you. He knew where to touch you that would turn you on in an instant. He knew all your sweet spots. He knew you better than he knew himself most days. John reached his hand out and turned off the oven. You turned it back on. “I’ve spent ages cooking- you’re eating it.”
John roughly cupped his hand over your heat and you yelped. “You bet I’m going to be eating it.” Your cheeks turned a bright shade of red. You had never seen this side of John- not for a long time at least. The pair of you were like raging rabbits at the start of your relationship- getting it wherever and whenever you could. But time changed that and the raging horny ravaging stopped- you were both to blame really. Your time was taken up by other factors.
John gently rubbed you through your jeans before pulling back with a shit-eating grin on his face. He loved those little breathy whines he could pull from you. You finished up making dinner, John was sitting watching you, palming himself through his jeans- you almost dropped the plates at the sight when you turned around. His teeth were sunk into his bottom lip to muffle his moans “Someone’s…eager…” you placed down the plates and sat beside him at the table.
“Can’t help myself…you’re just so fucking stunning. I can’t believe I married you.” You bashfully grinned and took a bite of your dinner. “I can’t believe I get to fuck you.”
You choked on your food and took a gulp of water “Are you trying to kill me today?!” John laughed hearing your squeaky voice. “What’s up with you talking all dirty?”
A few moments of silence passed “Do you want me to stop?” John suddenly spoke up, his voice getting dark and his eyes clouding with lust and love. “Or do you want me to keep telling you that I want to fuck your pussy until your crying out my name- begging to cum on my cock.” He was acting so nonchalantly, casually eating away at his dinner while you were sitting with a gaping mouth. John looked up to you and smirked “Do you want me to tell you how pretty your mouth is while I shove my cock inside it and make sure I don’t pull out until I’ve came and you’ve swallowed it all?” His voice was dangerously low as he placed down his cutlery and then put a finger under your chin and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Do you want to make daddy happy?”
“Y-yes.” You stuttered out.
“Yes what?” John asked, standing up and taking you with him.
“Yes…y-yes I want to make you h-happy,” your voice trebled. John tightened his grip ever so slightly- you knew what he wanted you to say. “Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he crooned “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he pecked your lips but you were hungry for more. He pushed you back slightly “Ah ah!” He warned “Let’s not rush…” he winked and tapped your behind. You both practically dragged each other up the stairs, tripping on toys on the way up.
When you reached the bedroom you crashed your mouths together, John’s hands trailing up your sides while you sunk your nails into his back and dragged them down his skin. He moaned into your mouth and let you kiss down his neck, nipping the sensitive skin between his neck and collarbone. “I’ve missed having you.” You panted out.
“God, I’ve missed you too,” John groaned out. He placed his hands on your cheeks “On the bed.” He softly commanded and you lay down on it, shedding your shirt- John helped you with your jeans. He moaned seeing you sprawled out on the sheets. “I want to be inside you right now but I need to take my time with you baby girl…do you understand?”
“I do,” you purred and let your fingers wander across your skin.
John grinned “Play with yourself for daddy, I want to watch while I take off my clothes.” You were virtually on the point of cumming right there just hearing him talk to you like that. You did as he asked though and slipped your hand into your underwear just as he started to unbutton his shirt.
“Oh John…” you moaned and pressed your shoulders into the bed, making you rise up a little. You sunk your fingers deep between your folds, you wished it was John touching you but you knew he’d be doing that soon. You then focused solely on your clit while burning your eyes into his.
“Does that feel good baby girl?” You moaned and nodded your head. “Tell daddy how good it feels.”
“Feels so fucking good, daddy,” the name flew flawlessly off your tongue now. “I wish it was you!” You whined in a high pitch. “John please touch me.”
He kneeled down in front of the bed now wearing only his boxers and peeled off your underwear before he spread your legs with his strong hands. All those years of playing bass certainly gave him very strong and fast fingers. He had seen the sight before him countless of times before but each time was better than the last. “Where do you want me to touch you, baby?” John hummed. “Here?” He ran a finger up the length of your slit.
You let out a small shudder of a moan “Right there,” you tangled your fingers in his hair.
“Fingers or mouth?” He asked, peppering kisses on your inner thighs.
John grinned “Such a greedy girl,” he stuck his tongue out and barely brushed it against your heat. You whined and squirmed under him. “But you’re my greedy girl.” John harshly flicked his tongue against your clit and plunged two fingers deep inside you.
“Oh fuck! John! Fuck!” You gripped his hair and pushed him even closer to you.
He groaned hearing the slick noises and from tasting you on his lips “Your pussy is so delicious- fuck!” He moaned and devoured you again. The vibrations from his soft moans sent bolts of pleasure through your body. Your limbs writhed and wriggled under him- it amazed you that his mouth could be so powerful. You let out a loud moan and gripped onto his shoulder when his free hand reached up and slipped under your bra, squeezing and gently pinching your nipple earning yet more moans and elated groans from you.
“Shit, John! It’s so good! So good!” You cried out, sweat building up above your brow.
John hummed and pulled his mouth away but continued pumping his fingers in and out of you. “I love how your mouth makes the sweetest noises but says the filthiest things…” he hoarsely spoke “You want to cum, don’t you? Let me hear what you want, baby girl.”
“I want to cum, I want you to make me cum so many times, John!” You yelped when you felt his hand smack against your thigh. “Daddy!” You groaned and gasped for air “Please…fuck! Please!” You begged feeling something bubbling in the pit of your stomach.
“Okay, baby. Cum on my fingers and in my mouth and then later I’ll make you cum on my cock- you hear me?” You nodded and John spanked you. “I said did you hear me?!” He yelled.
“Yes! Yes daddy! Oh god,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling his tongue pressing against your clit once more. “Oh shit! Shit!” You screamed, it burned your throat. Your whole body was shaking under John as he continued to eat you through your orgasm. He pulled back, the bedroom filled with the sound of heavy breathing and you laughing with glee. You placed a hand on your head “That was phenomenal!”
“You’re phenomenal, Y/N.” John crawled over you, the skin around his lips was all glossy from all the wetness down there. He tenderly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and his fingers continued tracing down to your bra. “Let’s get this off.” He helped you up and removed it for you, your limbs were still wobbly. He sweetly smiled at you and you returned one to him. “I love you more than anything,” he gently kissed you and softly lowered you to the bed again.
“I love you too,” you grinned and cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“I could say the same to you,” he slowly, almost teasingly began to kiss down your neck and then down to your chest. He brushed his tongue over your sensitive nipples and you let out a broken moan. “But now, baby girl, I’ll give you everything you want.” He devilishly smirked and buried himself deep inside you.
“Fuck!” You cried out, still hypersensitive from your orgasm. John loudly moaned, almost a whine as he felt your tight heat around him. He’d never get tired of that sensation.
“I’m going to cum inside you and you’re going to be dripping for days,” he growled and nipped at your lips.
“Yes! John! Holy fuck! Yes!” You moaned out and gripped onto his hips as he kept up his fast, rhythmic pace.
He groaned, neither of you were going to last much longer…but that didn’t mean there would be other rounds. “I need you to call me it again, Y/N- Fucking hell I need you to!” He groaned as his rutting hips jolted and his thrusts started to get a little sloppy. “Say it- scream it!” He demanded.
“Oh John!” You moaned “Oh fuck!”
“Say it, baby girl…shout it at the top of your lungs!” He cried.
You and John froze and then slowly looked at one another. You were both at the recording studio with all the boys. The kids were at school…all except one. Number six.
“What did you say?” Roger cooed while bouncing the one and a half year old baby on his knee. “John! Y/N! I think we just heard your kids first word!” Roger proudly grinned but you were still looking at John. “Say it again, angel! What did you say?”
You grabbed onto John’s arm and the pair of you burst out laughing hearing the word loud and clear. Freddie, Brian and Roger all sent each other a strange look. “What’s so funny?” Brian asked “Your child just said their first word.”
You had slid off the couch by this point you were laughing so hard, John was still holding onto you while clutching his stomach with tears rolling down his face. “Oh! Oh! I can’t breathe!” You held your chest and then fanned your face “Oh that’s funny!”
“I can’t believe that!” John was roaring with laughter.
“Uhh…lets give them a moment,” Roger took your baby and walked into the recording booth with Brian and Freddie. “Probably the lack of sleep with this one.” Roger bobbed his nose against the baby in his arms.
Your laughter had slowly died down and you looked at John. “What are the bloody chances of that?”
“Five kids and not one of them ever said-” he started laughing again. “Oh we’ll need something else now!” He laughed whereas your laughter hitched.
“Something else?” You asked and John’s giggling died down. “Like what?”
“Well…” John pulled you up and you fell into his lap, he was biting down on his lip. “We’re going to have to try a few things and figure it out, baby girl.”
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