#beatles request

Part 2

17: needing to kiss to run away from bad guys.

So i didn’t really write this for running from bad guys, but running from a crowd of people.

Also, sorry this took so long to get out. I hope you enjoy!

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    You were sitting on a bench outside, and reading a book outside a cafe. The Chestnut Tree Cafè, one of your favorites. It was a beautiful,warm Sunday, with surprisingly no rain today. Your closest friend,John,  had been talking to you for a couple days, he came back to town for a show or two with his band. You both decided that it would be nice to meet up somewhere and catch up. To just be able to talk about your lives over the past year. You watched him turn the corner, you smiled.  

  You both used to come to this cafè all the time, you’d talk about school, love lifes, sexual encounters, how his shows went, what’s pissing you off. You two could share almost anything, he’d tell you a lot about his personal life, and so would you about yours. He sat down next to you on the bench smiled, and greeted you with a “Hello love”. You looked over at him and smiled “Hey dear, how have you been” you asked him, you put your book away, as he spoke about his recent show.

       “There have been so mobs of people just running at me and shouting! They’d say ‘oh my god it's John Lennon!’ I swear, I’m not up for this. That’s all Paul’s thing.” He gestured with his hands while he spoke,  it made you laugh. He loved to make you laugh.

  “Good to know you're still my John.” you looked down at your cup and smiled. John always made you happy. He took you to prom in highschool, your date left you the night before, so he took you. You both smoked weed and went into the dance, it was great! You both still have those little moments of happiness, just not as much anymore. He laughed and looked at you. “Your John?”

“Yep, my John.” You said. John looked down at you. He could look at you for hours, you sparkling eyes or your perfect smile. He loved every bit of you, even the way you'd chip away at your nail polish the day you've done it.

    You leaned on his shoulder, and took in his scent. You loved him. You were stupid enough to let yourself fall in love with him. You realized you at least liked him when you went to prom. As the years went on you realized how much you loved him. You didn't notice that he tested his head yours, you could almost fall asleep right there in public.

    Just then John shot up, “Shit!” He said. He saw a small, yet large, group of girls point and walk towards him. You were confused, “what is it?”  you asked. John panicked he hated the crowds of girls, following him everywhere.

   “Hey, Y/n I'm sorry for this.” He said. “What?” You said leaning up. He grabbed both your legs and setting you over him, he reached up and kissed you. He rested one hand in your hair and another on your waist. You were so in shock, you sat there eyes wide open, while his were closed. Here you were straddling your best friend, while he kissed you. A bursts of confidence went through you, you mentally said fuck it, and I put your have in either side if him and kissed back.

    You didn't know why he did it, but you wanted it so badly, John's lips had locked with yours  perfectly, together they moved in sync as you both grabbed for each other.

   The group if girls looked disgusted and walked away. You both forgot you were in public, you were both infatuated with each other at the moment. John looked back at you from the kiss. “Thank god they're gone.” He said leaning back. You're smile dropped. “Who's gone?” You said, you leave back off off him and just sat down on the bench. “This group of girls, u can't stand the stuff, if reader be left alone. I'm really sorry I didn't that.” He said. You were almost sad at the situation, he didn't want to kiss you, he just wanted to get away from a crowd.

  “John I'm gonna go home.” You said, you grabbed your book and drink and started  walking, John followed. “Hey, can I at least walk you?” He says with a smile. Fuck his smile, all you wanted was to punch him in his nice face. “Sure walk me home, I wanted to talk anyway.” You said anyway. “So let me get this straight,” you asked “You didn't kiss me because your wanted to, it was too get away from people?” You asked. He didn't know how to answer. There were many ways he could've gotten it of that situation, but he chose to kiss you. Because John had always wanted to, he always stares at your lips, or your body. He wanted you so badly, but he would never. He didn't want to lose his friendship with you, if he lost that he'd have nothing.  He answered with a simple:

    “Yes, and no.”, He scratched the back of his neck. “Look y/n I could've gotten out of the situation in so many ways. Hell I could've gotten up and left, but I kissed you, because it would scare them off, but that means I also get to kiss you!  Y/n I think your beautiful.” You have noticed that you both stopped walking. Listening to the words come out of his mouth, left you standing head over heels for him in the middle of the sidewalk. “John, I love you.” you blurted out loud

Jealousy Kiss.

Warnings:small bit a smut, a slow burn. And some flufffffffjanshdj.

I had a lot of fun writing this at 6 in the morning. I hope you enjoy :) I didn't edit it I'm sorry. If there's a mistake let me know!

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John hated it.

Everybody got the same treatment he did. He got hugs, and kisses on the cheek just like the rest of the band, got leaned on like everyone else. He hated it, though he liked it when you would lay on him on the couch. That's the one thing you'd do to him and no one else because: "You're the comfiest."

That's where we are right now. You were laying on John's shoulder, and he watched your slow shallow breaths as you slept on him. Your hands were in your lap, and your legs were closed together. Everyone else was outside to smoke and chat a bit, but John stayed inside, cause you said you were tired. He looked at your eyes as they shut, and watched your perfect eyelashes. His eyes traveled to your skin, it looked so soft, powdery almost. As if he would touch you and you would fall apart, and crumble to dust.

He looked at your legs, those where his guilty pleasure. They curved so beautifully to him, and he always wanted what was between them, not in a sexual manner. More like an artist's view on a woman. She was untouched and lovely. You reminded him of the delicasy of a butterfly's wing. He was content right now, he knew that right now, the rest of them didn't get to do this. The rest of them don't get to have their arm around her as she sleeps, or get to steal a kiss on the top of her head without her noticing. They didn't get this.

You began to move a bit which startled him, he watched your eyes flutter open. He quit staring at you, and picked up a book on the coffee table next to him to make it seem like he was busy.

"What time is it?" You asked. That's another thing he hated. They can all hear your beautiful voice. It's smooth like fresh cream, and as soft as cotton. He loved it, but hated that everyone else got to hear it as well, they got to hear your perfect laugh, and they also got to hear you sing. Oh you're singing. It can take his breath away. "It's uh, 3 pm." I looked over at the clock, and smiled down at her.

I looked at her lips, they we're a soft pink color, and they looked soft. Soft and with a little bit of plump. He longed for the day he'd get to experience a kiss from you. He watched you yawn, to him even something as simple as that was gorgeous. He was jealous that everyone else got to see it as well. It was almost like he never got anything exclusive. The rest of the boys had to be in the way as well, not to mention all of the guy friends you has outside of them. That scared him even more. He felt like he had so much compition but all he wanted was you. He didn't want to fight over you, so most of the time he'd stay quiet.

You looked John in the eyes. "John are you alright?" asked him . He had been staring at her for a bit, but to her it must have been staring off into space. "Um yes I-I'm fine." He said fixing his glasses, taking them off to pretend to fix a smudge. You put her hand on his face, cupped his cheek and made him look at you

"You look at bit red bub, sure your not sick?" You Asked. You moves your hand to his forehead and felt for warmth, just a bit but not enough to be sick. She pulled her hand back, but grabbed it gently. He held it for a moment. He looked at you, from the top of your gorgeous hair, to your waist, to your thighs. He loved all of you, and only wanted you. You looked up at him confused.

You always tried to give John some special treatment. You liked him, you tried to do more for him. Like if the band went out with drink and John didn't want to go, you'd stay with him. You always hoped something would happen, but he never made a move. You always try to offer him tea and no one else, unless they ask after you offer. You would ask him first though. You'd always tried to have more physical contact with him as well, standing next to him in photos, or sitting next to him in the couch.

When he grabbed your hand you were confused. He savoured your touch. He hadn't notice you leaned it. You moved your other hand to his face. He leaned closer to you closing his eyes. Your lips crashed. You almost fell into each other it seemed. It what bliss, your lips where soft against his slightly chapped ones he felt wonderful. He out his hand on your waist, and another one on your neck. He pulled you towards him, and you moved your hand to his hair, pulling slightly.

This caused the kiss to get heated. Your lips were moving faster now, and out of sync. You grabbed the side of his face and pull him into the kiss even more. He put both his hand on your waist, and pulled you on top of him. You straddled him. The kiss was lot in the movement, but no time was lost to bring it back. Your hips moved with his, he pulled back from the kiss, he looked at you.

They would never have this. Never have YOU on top of them, kissing them, or holding them. You were all his.

He made a deep sound and kissed you again He tested the waters, and pulled your hips down and pushed his up, creating some wanted friction. You adored it, you made a quiet moan into the kiss. He let his hands slowly slip to your ass, it curved so perfectly, and almost fit his hand. He squeezed earning a moan from you. He continued to grind your hips against his.

In a fit of horniness, you threw your shirt off, and began to pull at John's. John's eyes widened. He smiled and kissed your neck, all the way down to your cleavage. Your breast we're perfect. They were beautiful to him. The curves and the edges. He didn't care what you thought of yourself, he thought you were the most perfect thing in Earth.

He tore his shirt off, and threw it in a random direction. You put your hands on his chest and continued to have rough kisses with her. You reached behind and unclippes your bra. You sat up from the kiss to slowly slide it off. It was like a show for you, as she slowly stripped for you, and it made full of lust. The already existing bulge in his pants grew more. His eyes were glazed over with arousal and just, he tightened his grip on your waist. He pulled you in for a kiss, and slid down to your neck, and then your breats.

They were soft and powdery like the rest of you. So delicate, he almost stopped the roughness he was at just to examine them, and savour it. He was too aroused to do so though, he only cares about making you feel good. He cupped one, and put the other in his mouth. He peppered you skin with kisses and then kissed one directly on your nipple. It made you shiver, he then began to suck on it and gently nibble, earning wimpers from you. He enjoyed every little sound you made.

You pushed him back, and looked down at your bulge. He looked at you full of lust, as you reached down and pressed your hand against him. He groaned, and watched you. As you slowly unzipped his pants and undid the button of his jeans. His member popped out in the boxers he was wearing. You grabbed it and stroked it through clothes. He leaned his head back and let out a small moan.

Just then the door crashed loudly, and talking was hear. You rushed and grabbed for your bra And put it on, John shoved his member back into his pants and searched for his shirt. He threw it on and rushed for you to sit down. He had found your shirt and threw it on in time. They all walked in and we're laughing about god knows what.

Paul looked at you. "uh,Y/n...why is your shirt inside out?"

You and John both looked around. "uh, it's a...um...it's a fashion statement?" You said. Ringo smiled "Cool!" He then shoved his hands in his shirt to shift it backwards. "I'm fashionable now, leave me be!" he said said and strutted over to the kitchen, they all followed suit. John sighed and looked over at you. He smiled.

"I love you,....will you be mine?" He said

"I love you too. Yes dear."