#beatlemaniac

Yes, I have these two framed like they were BOTH my husbands who went out and died at war #riptherealestone🕊️

“I missed you.”

John Lennon x Female Reader

WC: 1.7k

CW: NSFW, Choking, slight BDSM, puppy play

February 9th, 1964

You could hear the door slam open as the faint smell of rain and alcohol poured through the interior of the hotel.

Tonight you were busy cutting up produce for dinner, for two in fact. The Ed Sullivan show provided quiet entertainment as you did what you did, your husband’s performance having ended quite a while ago.

“That’s you, isn’t it, love? You were just lovely tonight, you were.” Your voice rang through the corridors, hoping to reach him. His steps were heavy, likely dragging rain through the interior of the fine hotel his agency chose for you.

“John, love...” You purred, feeling his chest hug your back as his rough hands met your shoulders, sliding down to squeeze your upper arms.

He was cold on your bare shoulders, rain having done its part of completely soaking his blazer coat. He smelt of faint cologne and cigarette smoke; god, it just takes you over the moon every time.

John’s face leaned down to meet yours, planting a soft kiss on your temple before you felt him drag himself down your body. He found himself kneeling on the ground, arms hugging your bare legs.

A soft gasp escaped your lips, “Johnny baby, can’t you see I’m a bit busy?” You heaved out a small laugh as he began planting open-mouthed kisses onto your thighs—raising his attention a little too high.

His hands were rough, just as rough as you could remember, but his pace was fast and heavy, heavy with want.

“Please, please tell me you remember the word...” He rasped out, a whisper laced with that familiar lust you could always distinguish from his usual desires. John’s hands reached up your pretty pink dress, skirt rising your inner thighs.

“Fuck- John..” The knife clattered against the cutting board along with your collapsed frame. You melted like liquid gold against his touch.

He brought his hand to the small of your back, the other hand working your soaked folds. With the hitch of your breath, you felt him pull your panties tight against your clit, slipping through your outer lips.

“You’re no better than those needy broads screaming for my attention, aren’t you?” He boasted, typical John, so full of himself. “No, no, you’re different...you’re mine, aren’t you?” He continued, calloused fingers rubbing tight circles around your sensitive nub.

You frantically nodded your head, feeling your heels begin to ache as your small pumps dug into them—you trying your best to escape his torturous deeds.

“I asked you a question, did I not?” He rose, bending you further, completely closing you in on the kitchen island and his firm frame. “Y-yes, you’re right. I’m yours.” You squeaked out, trying to refrain from grinding your arse against his already noticeable hard-on.

“Be good for me tonight, won’t you?” He whispered against your ear, his final kind gesture seeping away through your silence. “Am I talking to you or a fucking wall?” His right hand gripped a tight ball of your hair, the burn of his teeth seeping into the shell of your ear, pulling you down from that high.

“F-fuck! Yes, yes Johnny, I’ll be good, I’ll be anything you want.” You replied, manicured nails reaching to cling to anything close.

Without another word, John spun you forward, finally meeting your face. He was flushed, his brows furrowed into a needy pull; he was gorgeous. “I’ll do anything for you, Johnny.” You sighed, pulling him into a hot kiss; his tongue hot like a burning cigarette.

He explored your mouth with care, slippery tongue reaching the high of your palate. You broke the kiss, staring at him through the dim light before you sank to your knees—pumps flat on the ground.

“Use me.”

Your fingers worked his belt slowly, staring at him through hooded lashes. He groaned, head tilting to the side with a face full of agonizing need.

John was a broad man, with broad shoulders, thick eyebrows, and a dark gaze. You’d lick him from the top to bottom over and over if you could. He belonged to the world, but behind the quiet closure of closed doors, he belonged to you.

He was heavy, uncut prick twitching in the palm of your warm hand. You pulled back the skin, meeting his seeping tip—small beads of precum dripping onto the well-done floorboards.

“Mhm, Johnny…tell me this is all for me?” You glanced up at him, tongue swiping the precum away in one smooth motion.

“All for you, it’s all for you, you sexy bitch.”

You blew a small breath to his tip, followed by a kiss and a kitten lick. Massaging the excess skin, you took constant glances up at him, getting off by his groans. You loved his sounds, loved the way his cock would twitch under your warm fingers.

A beat of a moment goes by before you pulled the skin tight against his own shaft, tongue slipping under it—his knees buckled.

“Fuck, do it just like that, just like that—let me use your slutty throat.”

His large hands took hold of your hair once more, forcing your throat raw to meet the full of his shaft. He fucked your mouth like a frantic animal, hips shuddering under the weight of his loose belt.

A vibration of a hum wrapped warm against his prick, spit leaking from the corners of your lips. Your fingers reached down, rubbing circles against your clit in a quick attempt to meet the pace of his shuddering hips.

He came in warm spurts, relieving the raw pressure from the inside of your throat. You collapsed on your spread thighs, floor wet with your juices.

The heel of his boot twisted back, his limp prick resting on his thigh as he removed his coat and blazer. “C’mere.”

You sighed, catching your breath with a teary stare. Attempting to stand, you found he pushed your shoulders down, pushing you to the ground again before he took a seat on the sofa.

“Crawl to me.”

Pulling yourself to your hands and knees, you dragged yourself across the room—watching him pump himself slowly as you approached. His glasses sat low on his beaded, aquiline nose.

John watched you close, watched each step your hands pulled you forward with. You stood when you met him, waiting for his next move.

He pulled your wrist, shoving you down onto his knees, his left knee bumping rough against your ribcage. Without another word, he lifted your damp skirt, greeting your arse with a rough slap.

“I don’t recall allowing you to get yourself off…” He spat, bending over to meet your tear-shedding face.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t-“

“Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“No, no, I couldn’t.” You cried out, another slap ending your sentence.

“You know better, or at least you should.” He ripped through the lace of your panties, pulling them off before throwing them somewhere on the floor.

“How disappointing, having to come home to a disobedient dog. You’re no better than a filthy mutt, aren’t you?” He slapped your arse harder, words laced with a nasty smirk.

“I’ll be better- please, I didn’t mean to-“

“Ah, shh. No dog speaks, at least no mutt I’ve met.”

He hushed you with a sentimental pet to the head, hands brushing down your spine before meeting the warmth between your thighs. His index finger entered you thick, thumb probing at your tight anus.

“Be a good girl and take my fingers, hm?”

He cooed, entering a second finger, left hand holding your cheeks uncomfortably so—hair roused against your face.

The sounds of your slick entrance filled the room, whines escaping your lips as tears seeped down your face, interlacing with his rough fingers. Your thighs began to shake, second climax warm in your stomach, “J-Johnny, John love…John, I’ll-“

“Come for me, slut, go ahead. Soak me, soak me like you did this bloody dress I bought you.”

He whispered once more, fingers stretching you wide before you finally squirted over his fingers, your lap and his clothed thighs.

“That’s a good girl,” You could hear his lips curl into a smile even in your intoxicated state. “So you can listen…” John cooed, rubbing gentle circles against your red arse cheeks, spreading your slick all over.

John sat you up next to him, unbuttoning your dress and discarding it on the floor before he lay you down.

You gazed up at him, watched as he loosened his tie and snatched off his spectacles. On his nose, his glasses left a small mark where they sat, a mark you gently brushed over before pulling him down towards you with his tie.

“Fuck me like I’ve been a naughty girl, won’t you, John love?”

John groaned, shaking his head before lifting your thighs high to your chest as he pushed the head of his tip into your loose entrance. His prick pushed through you like a needle through skin—a rush of high immediately took your head for a swirl.

“Fuck, how are you still so tight…such a needy girl.” He choked, a slap to your breast pushing your eyes to the back of your head.

He took off your bra in a swift motion, hands immediately gripping your chest with desire.

His thrusts were slow with intention; he watched you just as intensely with each move, his hands reaching up your collarbones and finding their place rough on your neck.

You grunted out a surprised choke, eyes landing on his, “Hm, puppy? Don’t like your collar?” He laughed out a soft chuckle, hands giving you a gentle squeeze as he fucked you harder.

Muffled groans filled the room, accompanied by the sound of skin meeting skin—his hands gripping your neck tighter, fingers grazing your jaw.

“Take all of me, that’s what you’re good for, isn’t it?” He spoke, words flying over your fucked out head. You could feel your walls begin to clench; his prick, thighs spasming out as you thrust through your climax, meeting you there in a few more swift thrusts.

“You’re otherworldly…completely mine.”

He finished deep inside, pulling out and spreading your lips to watch his own seed seep out of your insides. His fingers met your entrance, pushing his seed back inside your hole before bringing his fingers to your lips.

You sucked his fingers clean as he lapped at the sore marks on your throat. “I missed you.” He finally spoke in his usual gentle tone, collapsing onto you as he pulled you into his warm embrace.

A/N: Hi, first request who? Okay, I’m sorry this one kind of took a twist with like puppy play so I’m sorry like actually don’t throw tomatoes at me. I’ve been alright, reader how have you been? All I can hope is you enjoyed this one, thank you so much for the request! <3

uh, Georgia and Rinny ^_^

This means literally everything, thank you so much!! New fics/oneshots coming soon.. 👀👀 (don’t forget I’m always open for requests!)