bad guy - John Deacon
summary - john’s part to the inspired by ‘when we all fall asleep, where do we go?’ series, obviously based off of the song ‘bad guy’. smutty.
warning - smut, cussing
note - the italicized phrase is the billie lyric from the song
You sat in the back of a speeding taxi with your boyfriend John. It was just another normal night for the two of you; the band was having a party, and right around 10 o’clock, the two of you checked out for the night, kissing and hugging all of your friends goodbye. This was a common occurrence, practically routine, and something Freddie teased you both about incessantly.
“Leaving at 10 o’clock, can you imagine?” Freddie would laugh. “Darlings, when will you two ever have fun?”
You had to cut Freddie some slack; you and John did look like a fairly innocent couple, because around the band, John was a mild, quiet guy. Little did they know, you weren’t simply heading home just to make some tea and go to bed. On nights like these, you and John had other plans.
The taxi pulled up in front of your apartment. John quickly paid the fare and hurried into the building after you. Silently, you pressed the elevator button, then stepped in.
As soon as the doors closed, you turned to John. His hand flew immediately to the curves of your hips.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night, John,” you murmured.
“I know, baby, me too,” John replied, rubbing his thumbs against your skin, sending a shiver down your spin.
“I-I just know how hard you get for me...”
Your voice trailed off as your hands drifted from John’s chest down to his crotch. You took your lower lip between your teeth and glanced up at John from hooded eyelids.
The elevator doors opened at your floor, and without a word, you grabbed John’s hand and pulled him to your apartment door. You jammed the key in the lock and flung open the door.
“Bedroom,” you stated.
John made his way to your shared room, kicking off his shoes and jacket along the way. You hung back, hanging your coat and purse neatly on the door, and carefully pulling off your high heels. When John was in the mood, he was like putty in your hands and you knew it.
“Y/N,” John whined from the other room.
“Coming!” you called in a sing-song voice.
You entered the bedroom to find John standing by your bed in nothing but his boxers.
“Mmm, baby,” you groaned, licking your lips and raking your eyes over your gorgeous boyfriend. “Get on the bed.”
John complied, pushing himself back onto the bed as you reached back and yanked your dress zipper down. The red fabric pooled around your feet and you looked up to see John’s eyes hungrily devouring the sight of you. You approached the bed and straddled him.
“Christ, you’re hard as fuck,” you exclaimed as you settled down on his lap.
“All for you, angel,” John whispered.
You pressed your lips to his and he kissed you back, hard. You began dragging your hips forward and backward, rubbing your clothed pussy against his clothed cock.
John groaned into the kiss.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away to throw his head back. “Please.”
“Please, what?” you teased.
John didn’t reply. He sat there in silence, his eyes screwed shut. But suddenly, in one swift movement, he grabbed your hips, flipping you so that he was on top of you.
Initially, you were shocked. John usually never asserted his dominance.
“So you’re a tough guy now, huh?” you whispered in his ear as he pressed his lips to your neck.
In reply, he lightly nipped your skin.
“Ah,” you moaned, your hips bucking. You felt his hard member brush against your stomach.
John moved from your neck and continued to kiss down your body.
“I- Oh, God, I like you like this,” you gasped as he yanked down your underwear.
John finally looked up at you. His eyes were dark, hungry.
“Good.”
