you laid in bed awkwardly, looking up at john as he lit up a cigarette and began to unbutton his shirt. you would’ve thought there would maybe be some kissing first, or something similar, but no, he was going straight in.

this was your first time. but he didn’t know.

he grunted as he pulled off his shirt, leaving his cigarette in his mouth as he began to unzip his jeans, and he nodded at you expectantly, “go on then. strip.” he said in his scouse accent, as if it was obvious.