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❝𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘. 𝖂𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘. 𝖂𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊,❞

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(A/N: Another lime! Read at your own risk, reader discretion is advised)

| December 29th, 1964 |

Charlotte's POV

"John! What did I say?" Charlotte whispered sharply, glaring daggers at the man.

John sat next to her in the back of the classroom, chair leaned back and feet resting upon the edge of the desk. He crossed his arms behind his head and his usual smirk appeared on his face. Charlotte was working hard on her notes until she heard the professor's voice from the front of the room.

"Mr. Lennon, please sit in your chair properly," You could tell the man was on his last straw.

John scowled and was about to stand up to threaten the teacher, but the woman sitting next to him clutched his forearm tightly, her nails digging into his skin.

"John. Don't you fucking dare, not today," She glared menacingly into his eyes, warning him.

He scoffed and readjusted his chair to sit properly, ignoring Charlotte's smile of superiority. John was bored, so he sneakily grabbed her folder from the desk (she was busy jotting down notes) scanning the insides. At the back of the folder, he found the detailed drawing of him, so he took it out and studied it intently.

When Charlotte noticed what he was getting himself into, she snatched the folder from his hands and slapped it onto the seat on the other side of him. John still held the drawing and he smiled at it, surreptitiously sliding it into his inside coat pocket.

"I never knew ya drew," He commented, idly picking off the paint of the desk.

"Yeah, I never knew you were so nosy but here we are," Charlotte bit back.

"What's up yer ass?" John rolled his eyes, an idea popping into his head. "Seems like ya need to relax a little~"

"I need a break from you, that's what I need," She misunderstood what he meant.

"Not that type of relaxation, this type~" 

He slowly and fervidly rubbed his hand on her thigh, making his way to her inner thigh. Charlotte slapped his hand away, a blush quickly rising to her face.

"Not now—"

John slithered his hand up her shirt and gave her breast a light squeeze, causing her to gasp in surprise.

"Why not?" His eyes darkened as he watched her meek and vulnerable form beside him figuratively shrivel up in embarrassment.

"We're— We're in class," She reminded him, trying desperately to forget his warm hand under her shirt.

"Oh but class ends in what, an hour? We've got time, as long as ya stay quiet we won't get caught~" John grasped her small hand in his unoccupied one and lead it to his crotch.

He moved her hand up and down, making her rub his growing erection through his pants. John moved his hand that was previously under her shirt down to the hem of her underwear and he let go of her hand that was near his crotch. When he did so, she stopped moving her hand, retracted it, and grabbed his wrist.