Degraded- John Lennon x reader

chapter 3

"That's amazing, you were so cute!" She giggled at the old photograph he had handed her. Between her fingers was the glaring face of John in 1958. Her legs tucked under her, she leaned onto him as they sat on his couch.  They held each other in the chilly air of November.

"Am I not now?" He joked, but put on a serious face as to mess with her.

"You're not cute, you're handsome; and incredibly so." She smiled slyly.

"Yeah...me mates and I were in a band. We never made it big, but I loved it too much to work like every other young man in Liverpool, so I went to an art school and eventually became a teacher, and, well.. here we are." He sighed, reminiscent.

"I wonder what it would have been like of you were famous. I know you would have been phenomenal."

He chuckled lowly as he put the picture away. He looked at her with adoration, and his fingers brushed away the hair on her neck to place loving kisses along it. She sighed as his arm wrapped around her. Slowly, his lips met her skin up and down, almost reaching her jawline.

"I bet you were such a troublemaker," she said slyly,  her eyes leaving the photograph and onto John. He broke his lips from her shoulder, and brought his hand up to her face. Softly, he made her look at him; their faces inches apart.

"And what makes you think I'm not a troublemaker now?" He said lowly.

Her heart sped, and her irises dilated.  She swallowed softly as he tilted his head, and placed his lips on hers tenderly. His hand slipped to the back of her neck, holding him to her.

After a while, she broke free from him, resting her forehead on his. They held there for a few moments, breathing each other in. As she closed her eyes, she smiled softly.

"Yer mine for an entire week," He whispered, and opened his eyes.

"All yours," she reassured him, making his smile grow. He placed the photograph onto the table in front of the sofa, and the image of him was forgotten. His hands had slipped onto her waist, and his fingers danced lovingly against her skin, making her shiver.

In a second, he had already placed his thin lips back onto hers. She sighed lightly into the kiss as they held each other.

He pulled her up, and she took one last look at the apartment as she took his large hand. It was a fairly neat home; the paint of the walls not too extraordinary,  nor the furniture; but along the walls hung nonsensical art pieces and psychedelic patterns in large black frames. He had a few bookshelves, filled end to end with poetry and music. It smelled of cigarette smoke, which she didnt mind, for it was also mixed with his cologne. A unique feeling covered the space, and it almost revealed a part of John he hadn't already shown her.

Down the hall, the paintings and scribbles continued. Halfway through,  he had turned around, which shocked her slightly, making her bump into him. A giggle passed between them and he then back to kissing her.

She felt his sharp features under her fingertips, and felt light as his lips nibbled hers. He kissed her so, making her dizzy. He pulled her back into his room as he continued, putting one hand behind him to push his door open.

They tumbled their way to his bed, soft and covered in black and white linen. They had turned around, and as Isabella's legs had hit the bed, she fell backwards onto it with a laugh, and John let out a childish grin.

She pushed herself back onto the bed, leaning herself on her arms.

Their breathing mixed, making them dizzy as he made love to her. Her hand in his hair, his held her hands over her head. Their sweaty, blissful bodies twitched with their movement,  their voices shouting adoration for another.

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She felt the conciousness of being awake, but her eyes kept shut. Her mouth pulled at the corners sleepily as John sighed in his sleep behind her his long freckled arms held her.

She didn't want to move. She could stay like this forever. As she fell back asleep, she awoke to soft kisses along her shoulder.

"Morning," he grumbled, his voice hoarse and deep from sleep.

"MMunning.."she mumbled. With sheer will power, she turned around.  John still had his eyes closed, but his eyebrows raised and his smiled grew. Slowly,  he opened his eyes.

"I could get used to a sight like this," he breathed,

"I'd do anything to wake up every morning to the sight of ye."

She answered in a hum, and mumbled.

"Mm, I love youhh.."

"I love you too."

She almost fell asleep again in a second before he spoke again.

"I'm going to make breakfast.  Do you want coffee?"

She nodded weakly, making him chuckle. He got up, and through her eyelashes she saw he was stark naked. Her tired smile grew at the sight of him trudging over and leaning down to kiss her forehead. As she held her eyes closed, she watched him slip on a pair of briefs, and walk pit of the room.

A few moments later, she got up, and the chill air whipped her naked body. Shivering,  she did the first thing that popped intoher mind : put on his shirt. That was, as she felt, the most reasonable thing to do.

Grabbing the shirt from the floor, as thrown from the night before, she buttoned it up herself, leaving the top three undone.

Patting over to the kitchen, her stomach grumbled from hunger and her mouth at the thought of coffee.

He looked up upon hearing her, his soft smile growing. She trudged her way toward him, and he wrapped himself around her immediately.  They spoke quietly as he held her.

"You look beautiful," he said, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

"I really don't. "

"And why is that?"

"I just woke up."

He let out a laugh before responding.

"You look amazing,  as always. In fact, "

He turned her to face him, and kissed her lovingly,

"If I weren't cooking, I'd have ye right here and now; I'll show you again how much I need ye."

She would've been extremely turned on, if she didnt feel like she needed more sleep. Isa leaned up to kiss him, and felt his arms grabbing her before releasing. She made her way to the living room, and put on a record.

Music played as she read on the couch. She was happier than she'd been in an extremely long time, and as the music filled her mind, she smiled softly to herself.