𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 -beatles imagines, preferences

Cass-i-titties (John Smut!)

Era- Teddy Boy John 😍

It's on the longer side since the build up!

Also this was a request

2302 words lovelies

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"John is just a dream boat, don't you think Cassidy?"

I was caught out of my gaze. My mate Eliza now snapping her polished fingers in front of me.

"Earth to Cassidy, EARTH TO CASSIDY!" She chuckled.

"Hm yeah?" I dumbly ask, since I did pay attention to a word she just said. Eliza was chewing on her soggy peanut butter sandwich. My attention was to a boy. His name was John Lennon.

It was lunch, and we were sitting on the pointy grass blades. John had recently come out of the bushes with Mia Robert, to my disgust. His usual greased hair was all ruined. John reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigarette.

I couldn't help but peer at the smirk plastered onto his face. What a man whore. Honestly he wasn't even that good looking.

"You've been staring for a while, I think ye got feelings for the lad," Eliza giggles, I softly whack her arm. I give her all of my focus now.

"HEY, CASS-I-TITTIES! THAT COULD BE YE AND ME NEXT TIME IN THE BUSHES, OF COURSE WHEN YE GROW A RACK!" He cackles, all of his mates chuckling behind him.

How dare he have the nerve to embarrass me in front of loads of people. I simply walk up to him, smiling at the shocked look on his face. I could feel my chest bouncing in the air as I walked down the tall hill towards John. With my thoughts in mind, I give him a swift, hard slap on the cheek, snickering as I did so. The area erupted with the sound of "oooo's".

"I may have no tits John, but at least I still have dignity and respect the people I shag," I spat on one of his shoes.

This was the routine. Every. Damn. Day. 'Cass-i-titties' was the name John had dubbed me with since the third grade. I was flatter than the pancake my Mum made me this morning. It was annoying, embarrassing even. Then he would mess up my hair, trip me in hallways, if I wore a skirt he would lift it up.

He was the only reason I started wearing attractive knickers. Not for him, no, but so people would at least think I had some style. But yeah not for John. Definitely not for John.

Also, I wasn't completely boobless, just I didn't have big ones like every other bird who went to my school. Hey at least I didn't have back problems.

"The hell Cass-i-titties!" He shouted at me, taking a drag of his cigarette.

As I began to turn away, he called me by my actual name.

"Cassidy!" He called out after me. I spun around, but I was greeted by a large splash of cold water. My white shirt was now completely see through, and I wasn't wearing a bra since well I was wearing a cardigan.

His eyes wide-end at the sight of my now transparent shirt, with my boobs on full display.

I give him the finger, before I ran off back to Eliza. My face was down to the floor, my cheeks were bright red.

"Show us more of yer tits babe!" Some boy called out. I didn't bother to look.

I hated John Lennon.