dancing in the street.

one ➶ little green monster {smut}

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summary: John sees some women flirting with George, which he doesn't take well. At least George doesn't mind that much.
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credit to imaginebeatles.

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John looked around the smoke-filled room with a dumb, but satisfied smile on his face. The alcohol he had been consuming had numbed his mind, and together with the lovely haze from the pot he had been smoking, he felt himself relax in a way he had not felt for a long time. There were no odd colours or strange figures and shapes swimming or dancing around him, and everyone still seemed human and normal-looking. Nothing seemed in the least bit out of the ordinary, which was a good difference from the LSD he had been taking for the last couple of months. Since that last bad trip he had, not even a week ago, he had decided to lay off of it for a while and enjoy the simple gratification and good vibes the cannabis gave him. If only his auntie Mimi could see him now. She'd have a heart attack, probably. Especially since she had almost fainted and sent him off to military school when he had noticed John's smoking when he was fifteen. He giggled at his own thoughts.

The girl on his knee suddenly moved, her lips leaving a pleasant tinkle against his throat as she pulled away. If John was at all honest, he had forgotten completely that he had a sexy, busty blonde sitting in his lap, suckling at his skin and massaging his chest with her long, skilled fingers. Good thing she was there to remind him.

"What's funny, John?" She asked, reaching for the bottle of beer in his hand and taking a large gulp, all the while keeping her eyes focused on his. John chuckled again and moved his hand, with which he had been holding her hip, downwards until he was cupping her arse.

"Nothing, sweetheart." He cooed at her, leaning in to rub his nose against hers, "Now be a darling and give us a kiss, eh?" The girl smirked, probably feeling smug for having John Lennon of The Beatles squeezing her behind and not somebody else's. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed their foreheads together, breathing in the smoke off the pot from his mouth, before closing the gap between them and kissing him, pressing her open mouth against his and sucking in even more smoke, before teasingly letting her tongue move against his. John groaned into her mouth and tightened his grip on her bum, forcing her further on his lap and allowing her to feel his already interested cock push against his trousers. He could feel the girl smirk again, most likely feeling proud of herself. When he moved his free hand to her blouse to feel her up even more, she pulled away and peeled his hands away, leaving John breathless and frustrated.

"Ah, ah, John. Not here." She tutted, putting both of his hands back on her hips, before leaning in and kissing him again. John growled and kisses her more passionately this time, pulling her forcefully closer to let her know he was in charge before, returning his hands back to their previous position, on her arse and breast. He could feel her struggling in his arms at his ministrations, but he didn't care and just continued on kissing her, the buzz of both the pot and alcohol making him less interested in her well-being and much more in his own - or his cock, rather.

He groaned as she accidently rubbed with her thigh over his crotch as she continued to struggle against him. Annoyed, he removed his lips from hers and took her chin forcefully in his right hand, making her look at him.

"No one likes it when a girl tries to play hard to get, luv. So you better stop struggling." He told her sternly. The girl whined, but nodded. She reached up to rub her chin as he let her go, but John stopped her, grabbing her wrist.

"Keep them lovely hands here." He told her, pushing her had down to the front of his trousers. The girl nodded and started rubbing him through his trousers as she let herself be kissed again.