okay okay i got super super carried away with this one. i may have had too much fun. it’s a looong boy and it’s honestly just straight porn. or what i imagine porn is like. it’s beatles porn. i’m talking myself into a hole.
anywayyys, this is really just me looking for ways to feed my teddy boy fixation oops-
fem!reader (the other u with john is a male!reader, don’t get them confused!)
The night had started out simple enough. Your friend, Brenda had dragged you along to a club for the live music, had gotten hammered and had now magically disappeared with an equally hammered, sandy haired boy. Typical. However, then a fairly new band began to play, their sound pulling you back in.
John Lennon. Playing right before your eyes.
You’d never really spoken to him, but when you were at school together, you’d had a bit of a silly crush on him. You were quiet, polite, the definition of a square. John, on the other hand, was loud, brash, the opposite of you. It made him so tempting. One time he’d sat in the desk next to you in class, had looked you up and down, hummed in an appreciative tone and sent you a wink. Just thinking about that moment still made you blush. And now here he was, singing his heart out and moving his fingers up and down on that guitar.
And once he was done playing, by some grace of Cupid, he was sidling up beside you and your inner school girl was peeing herself with excitement. You yelped a little when his large hand brushed along your ass.
“Long time, no see, hmm birdie.” He breathed into your ear, “Thought I recognized you, just as pretty as always.”
You looked up at him in surprise. You thought for sure he would have forgotten you by now.
“Yeah, I remember you. You’d practically undress me with your eyes every time I walked in a room.” He smirked. You swore he stole a glance down your shirt.
“Didn’t realize I was being obvious enough to make an impression.” You threw back, mentally patting yourself on the back for throwing sass at this god before you and not bumbling out an apology. Hey, he initiated this, you were gonna see it through.
“Of course,” he chuckled, pulling you closer by the waist, “you were so cute when you were pretending you weren’t having dirty thoughts about dirty John Lennon. ‘S hard to keep me own thoughts about you clean.”
You’d only had half a drink but golly, it must have been strong. You tried to think of something to say, but every thought you had was on fire. It wasn’t like many boys just decided to feel you up and you’d never expect anything substantial from Lennon of all people.
Yet now here you were, bracing your hands on the wall in a shitty little dressing room while John’s hand ran up your thigh and under your skirt.
“I like you in skirts,” he thought out loud, “I remember this arse in those little school uniforms. Had so many dreams about it.” He rubbed the very part of you he spoke of, making you squeal when he pinched it. “Ever done anything like this, love?”
You fumbled for a response, knowing full well that John’s level of experience was much higher. “Sorta, once. It wasn’t very good though, not what I pictured.”
“Aw, poor thing.” He cooed, leaning more into you from behind and still having yet to touch you where you wanted him to. “Ya need Johnny to take proper care of you, don’t ya?”
You nodded, jumping when John suddenly smacked your ass.
“There’s a good girl. I always knew you were one,” he continued to drawl out, now rubbing the throbbing spot between your legs, “who’d image that sweet, innocent (y/n) was capable of getting as wet as you are right now.”
Your face was scarlet, but you weren’t sure if it was because of John’s hands or his words. He was right though. You doubted that the first image people came up with when they thought of you was you splaying yourself, dripping through your panties and whining. It wasn’t like you could help yourself. John was skilled and relentless with his fingers, knowing all the right places to make a wriggling mess out of you before even putting anything in you.
A frenzied whimper escaped from somewhere in the back of your throat when the pressure was gone. You could practically feel John’s grin as his lips pressed against your ear, “I’ve barely gone and done anything and you need it so bad. You need something in that little hole, anything. So long as it fills you up. And so long as it’s me.”
“Only you, Johnny.” You groaned, pressing into him to feel the straining hard on he’d had for you all those years on your ass. In a flash, his thumbs were hooked into the elastic of your panties and you felt them slide just past your bum before pausing.
“If I hurt you or you get uncomfortable at all, just say the word and I’ll stop.” He said kindly, giving your hips a gentle squeeze. You nodded, his consideration only furthering your sureness that you wanted to do this with him.
He wasted no time resuming where he left off, throwing your panties to some crevasse of the room. You gasped as two thick fingers slipped into you without warning, the feeling still foreign. It was all John had to not explode in his pants at the sight of you shaking beneath him.
“Such a tight cunt, even better than I imagined.” He mused. He picked up the pace and you shivered at the wanton sound it made, “But if we mean to fit my cock in there, you’ll need to open a little wider.”
You didn’t have to time to reply before he was fucking you with three fingers, a fourth reaching to bully your clit. You moaned loudly, your eyes watering as you ground into them to get them as deep as possible.
“Let out those noises, sweetheart, you’ve been waiting for this for so long. Waiting for the day it’d be my fingers making you feel so good instead of your own.” He egged on. Sloppy, open mouthed kisses were placed along your neck. They were enough to send you over the edge. Your breath hitched as you clenched around the Teddy’s fingers, now repeatedly hitting a spot that made your vision fuzzy. Head hung back, you let out a sigh as a bliss burst through you, making your toes and fingers curl. John pulled his digits out of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to leave a hickie.
He turned you around to face him, making a show out of sucking his fingers clean. “Y’taste as good as you look, pretty girl. Did ya like that?”
You nodded vigorously, “Your fingers felt really good in my...uh...”
“Pussy?” He finished for you, quirking an eyebrow as he sucked on one last finger.
“Um, yeah. That.” It seemed silly to get flustered over a word like that after what you’d just done and what you were about to do. John, however, found it adorable.
“Say it.” You blinked in confusion, leaning back as John’s left hand landed by your head while his right gently grasped your chin, thumb stroking your jawline.
“Say that you liked my fingers in your pussy. I want to hear you say it.”
You bit your lip, a tad embarrassed but turned on nevertheless, “Your fingers felt good in my... my pussy. Now I want your, um, cock.”
“So cute.” A sly grin covered John’s face, displaying his top row of teeth. Your heart beat faster and your stomach fluttered. Your mouth broke into a wide, giddy smile as you took in how exciting this all was. He snorted lightly, eyes flicking down to your lips, thumb moving to trace your bottom one. He leaned in till your foreheads were touching before whispering, “Give us a kiss.”
You complied, closing the gap between you. His lips were soft. Much softer than you had imagined but you weren’t complaining. The faint taste of cigarettes and alcohol made your head buzz. You ran your tongue across his teeth in a sudden stroke of confidence. He pulled away, chuckling, “Christ, you’re such a dirty girl.”
He kissed you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth first, exploring every inch he could. The hand on your cheek disappeared only to reappear on your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze. He broke off, smirking as he took in your unraveled appearance; skirt pulled up, lips shiny, eyes wide. Your hair was still in its carefully done place, he noticed. He would do something about that.
Grabbing your hand, John began to lead you to the couch at the end of the room. “Want the first time I fuck you to be proper, like.” He explained when you gave him a confused look. The first time he fucked you. Meaning there’d be more. You took a mental note to wear some sexier underwear next time. John grimaced at the sad state of the couch, not keen on letting you lay naked body on the grimy surface. Your skin was so clean and soft. Thinking fast, he shrugged off his leather jacket and placed it so you would be able to lay down on. A small, gentlemanly action that a wave of lust through you.
You pressed another quick kiss to his lips before pulling your shirt over your head. He couldn’t help but ogle at your chest, tracing the lacy pattern of your bra just so. Instinctively, he reached behind you to unclasp it while you ventured for his lips again. Still locked with you, he lead you to lay down.
His lips left your’s to trail down your neck to your right tit where he bit lightly on your nipple, tongue drawing lazy circles around the areola. You whined at the sudden stimulation, your back arching. “You get so excited at the littlest things.” He teased.
You closed your eyes as warm, calloused hands slid over your stomach until they reached your skirt, removing it with ease. You peaked your eyes open to search for approve in the soft brown eyes, flushing at the delighted smile on the teddy’s face.
“You’re beautiful, (y/n).” John whispered, kissing you once more. You tugged at his belt, hurriedly undoing the buckle before he chuckled and shimmed out of the tight trousers, revealing that he’d forgone boxers this morning. You felt a mix of nerves and excitement as you looked at his cock, thick and hard.
The red tip ghosted over your swollen lower lips, rubbing just slightly over your clit. You let out a strangled moan and bucked your hips up in an attempt to push it in. John pushed you back down, tutting close to your ear, “Beg for it, sweetheart.”
You swallowed thickly, unsure of how much longer you could take the teasing.
“What is it, love? What do you want?”
“P-put your cock in me! I want your big cock in my pussy, please John, please, I’m ready for it!” You cried, “’m so wet for you, just for you.”
John didn’t need to hear anymore as he thrust into you, making you wail in pleasure as he bottomed out. His hands braced themselves and he had that devious glow back in his eyes. “So fucking tight. So good, so very fucking good.”
“You just parade this fine body around all the time, acting all innocent and shit,” he grunted between thrusts, “but what if someone were to walk in, hmm? What if someone were to see this sweet little girl taking some no good teddy boy’s fat cock in her little cunt while her legs were spread wide open?”
You could only whimper in response, rocking against him, your sounds egging him on, “Imagine if they could hear the filthy noises coming out of that pristine mouth? You’ve got a reputation to uphold, how could you do that if everyone knew you were such a slut?”
“I’m a slut for you,” You squealed, your voice up an octave as he hit that special spot inside you with much more force than he had with his fingers and you began to tighten around him, “I-It feels so good, John!”
“I know baby, I know.” He groaned, feeling close himself, increasing his pace.
“Cum for me, birdie. C’mon, I can feel you clenching, let go on my cock.”
You followed his instructions, screaming as you came for the second time tonight. John rode you through your orgasm, not long afterwards releasing his own warmth into the pit of your belly. He collapsed onto his elbows, heaving for air and pressing butterfly kisses on your shoulder. Then he shifted so that you were now laying on top of him, resting against his chest. His hands shifted through your hair, pleased that he’d managed to ruin it’s styling.
“You have no idea,” He gasped, “how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”
