the beatles imagines

one night in paris (john)

as requested by beckyh92

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it was a nice windy evening. the champagne was bubbly, the conversation was good, the food was trés bien! and honestly being there with john was just amazing.

you were in the shower, taking your sweet time when you heard a knock at the door.

"john?" you questioned peeking your head out of the transparent shower curtain. in he walked, revealing a bouquet of red roses from behind his back,

"happy valentines day beautiful." he smiled as you gasped,

"oh john! these are surely beautiful." you blushed while john smirked checking you out.

you opened the curtain, smirking at him. he blushed heavily and placed the roses onto the bed as he stripped himself as he walked to the shower you were in. once he arrived at the shower, he kissed you heavily, sturding himself against the floor before hoisting your legs around his back.

this is where he slid himself in fast. you grunted at the sudden contact as you arched your head off the wall, "ohhh john." you moaned as he swiftly thrusted in and out of you, groaning with every thrust.

you felt him moving in and out as you clawed at his back, having john speed up his sloppy movements.

"OHHHH!" you screamed blissfully as you and him messily made out.

he grunted and got a bit rougher as the two of you made love until you came breathlessly, finishing off your shower.

((trés bien means very good in french))