No Need to be Naughty - John Lennon Imagine

No Need to be Naughty - John Lennon / Reader

*This piece can also be found in the Fab Four Smut Collection.*

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John, Paul, George, and Ringo were all in the recording studio, recording one of the songs for their upcoming album, Help!. You have been hanging around with them for quite some time, and you never thought it would happen. You enjoyed every moment of the time spent with the Fab Four. You were set aside on a folding chair in the back, and watched as they sang and played their instruments,

"She's got a ticket to ride...

"She's got a ticket to ride.

"She's got a ticket to ride, and she don't care."

You were bopping along to the music on the chair as they were going on with their session, and it took a while before John decided to call it quits.

"Alright, fellas, that's it for now. Go wash up and have something to eat. I'll stay here with (Y/N)."
"For what?

"I want to go over the recordings, and since (Y/N) is our lovely guest, I'm giving her the privilege to listen to them before they're released into the public, George."

Everyone hesitantly left the studio, and as they did, George whispered something over to Ringo,

"He's gonna snog her, I bet."

"Yeah."

It was a moment or two before everyone except for you and John left the studio. John took a folding chair from the near wall, and put it next to yours. He sat down in it, and folded his hands on his lapel. You looked over at his face, and when you made eye contact, you both let out an awkward smile, and turned away from each other. The room was completely silent, that was, until John decided to break it,

"Well, how did you like listening to the recording session, (Y/N)?"
"Oh, it was brilliant! You were probably the best though."

"Oh?"

"Mhm.."

"You're not just saying that because you fancy me, now, are you?"

"Oh, uhm-"

You blushed hard at the comment, and you knew it. John smirked over at you, and said,

"I know you do. S'alright. Just a little surprised that you don't fancy Paul, considering he gets all the girlies."

You both giggled. It was true- everyone loved Paul. He just wasn't your type, though.

You looked over at John, and smiled, and that's when John decided to say,

"Girls usually have fantasies as they listen to our music or see us in concert. Do you?"

"Oh, well, I- ahem ... what if I... did? "

Your attempt to sound sexy in the last part of your sentence failed, due to the fact that you were blushing and stuttering. John, however, shot you a smug look,

"Ah, so you do now? What... type of fantasies, hun?"

You jumped in your seat, and John giggled at the sight.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me."

"No, I do."

You took some breaths in attempt to rid your face of the deep blush, and when your face was nearly back to it's usual shade, you started to explain to John what he had asked,

"Well, when I listened to your recording session just now, I was looking at you, and imagining what you looked like under all of those clothes.."

You got up from the folding chair you were sitting in, and seductively walked over to in front of John. You then bent over slightly to start unbuttoning his dress shirt, and as you did, you made sure to show just enough cleavage to catch John's attention. His eyes wandered to the target, and his breath hitched just a bit. John grabbed ahold of your wrists as you made your way down to the fourth button, and he said,