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- 70’s Paul McCartney x Reader - pt. 7 / 7 - fluff/angst/smut - LOTS OF SMUT THIS CHAPTER -
You woke up before your alarm went off. Summertime meant the sun rose earlier than usual.
You weren’t tired, however. You felt perfectly rested. So you decided to get up and make yourself a cup of lemon tea.
As your tea steeped you did your hair. It fell perfectly on its own; no bed-head.
You had just done your laundry so your favorite outfit was clean and ready to wear.
A great start to what would be an even better day.
.
You went to work like usual. You answered a few calls, scheduled a few meetings, and daydreamed at your desk.
You would often lean back in your chair and stare up at the beautiful abovehead chandelier, picturing Paul’s delicate features. You would replay your interactions, admiring the subtle details of his face and the cute micro-gestures he did. You were addicted to the feeling of butterflies he caused to flutter in your stomach.
Riiiiiiiing!
You looked down at the phone, reaching your hand out to pick it up like muscle memory. You recognized the number immediately. It was Paul’s extension from the recording room.
Riiiiii-
“Helloooo?” You purred, grinning ear to ear.
“_____, would you please be a doll and make me an iced tea? I’m sweating like a pig here!” “With soymilk and a dash of sugar. I’ll be right there.” “Thanks a ton.”
You put the phone down and rushed to the break room to prepare his drink.
You took out a tall glass and poured some ice into it, followed by a perfect ratio of soy milk, sugar, and his favorite English breakfast tea. There was some extra tea left over, so you decided to put it in the fridge in case Paul wanted more later. You hoped he would so that you would have an excuse to visit him again.
.
“Here you go!” You placed the cup down on a table beside you.
“Oh, thank you. I’m dying here-”
Paul turned around to face you and immediately your face turned beet red. His mint green button up was UN-buttoned, revealing his peach-fuzzy chest and stomach that glistened with sweat. A wave of shock shot down your spine, feeling dirty for even looking at him.
‘Holy shit, he’s so hot...’
You quickly looked up away from his bare torso and into his eyes. It was as if your brain malfunctioned, scrambling to come up with a response.
Paul took notice of your reaction but said nothing. The singer was no stranger to women ogling at his body, but when it was you ogling at him, it was especially cute.
He took a big swig of his tea, chugging it so quickly a few drops accidentally spilled from the sides of his mouth onto his chest.
It took everything inside of you to stop your eyes from widening, your jaw dropping to the floor, and your tongue rolling out like a carpet.
“Ahh! Thanks again, dear. This heat is no joke, the sun is wrathful this year, isn’t it?” He sighed, wiping his mouth with his arm.
“Uhh.. Uhuh…” you gulped. You were no better than a man. You couldn’t keep your eyes off his body. You felt like a dirty geezer staring at the bosom of some young girl.
Despite Paul’s best efforts to not acknowledge your reaction, he needed to say something. It would be a missed opportunity if he didn’t; a missed opportunity to clear the air about how you really feel about each other.
Paul was desperate to shed some light on his feelings for you. He was tired of pretending that he didn’t want you. That your kiss was an accident. It was growing increasingly difficult to ignore his desire to hold you close and kiss you. Each day at work was a painful reminder of it, and each day he had to remind himself of whatever excuses there were as to why it couldn’t happen. Why it wouldn’t work out. Any reason not to go for it.
But he had had enough. He was done with weighing out the pros and cons. He knew he had to let his heart steer the wheel this time. He would never forgive himself if he didn’t at least try to make you his.
“_____…” Paul murmured, his eyes hardening with conflict.
“Yea- uhm- Yes?” You stammered, taking notice of his suddenly serious expression. You were worried you’d upset him by staring at him inappropriately.
He took a few steps closer, closing the gap between you two. He looked down at you, trying to figure out how to put his feelings into words. Luckily he had a lot of experience with that.
You gazed up nervously, finding his shift in demeanor very worrying.
“I apologize for being forward, but… That night. At my house. Do you… Well, do you ever think about it?”
“What?” You were taken aback. Why on Earth was he asking about that night? You tried your hardest to forget about it. You both made it a point to act like it meant nothing. So why is he bringing it up?
Paul shuffled uncomfortably. “I mean, it’s hard not to, y’know? We can’t go on pretending it never happened.”
Your brow furrowed with frustration. You felt your face growing hot with anger and embarrassment.
“Paul… Weren’t you the one trying to play it off like a mistake? You said we just ‘had a bit too much fun-"
“I know what I said,” he growled, cutting you off. He winced at how sharply his words came out, it made his stomach churn with fury and guilt. You didn’t respond.
Sigh. “I said that because I thought I had to.”
“Who was forcing you?!”
“I don’t know!” Paul turned around for a moment to regain his composure. He looked off into the distance, brushing his lip in thought.
Your eyes burned into the back of his head with arms crossed.
“You made it seem like you didn’t want it to mean anything…”
Paul turned back around.
“_____, you have no idea how much I think about that kiss.”
Something inside of you snapped. He had sent one too many mixed signals.
“Oh my god, Paul, DO YOU WANT TO FUCK ME OR NOT!?”
He straightened up his back and stared at you blankly. Your stomach dropped instantly. You stammered as your hands flew up to your mouth.
“I- I- Um- I’m sorry-”
Abruptly, he backed you up into the wall, pinning you with his hands beside your head. Your heart nearly bursted out of your chest. He maintained a heavy-lidded stare, lips parted as he licked them slowly. You squeezed your legs together tightly, breath quivering.
Before you could think, Paul crashed into you with a kiss that had the force of a thousand waves.
It was intense. Hungry.
You melted into him, grabbing the back of his neck and deepening the kiss. Your teeth clicked together as you both became frantic. He lowered one of his hands to caress you down the side of your body, which caused you to grip his hair. He bit at your bottom lip, finally slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moaned softly, swirling your tongues around until your mouths were a sloppy mess. This went on for a savory couple of minutes.
The kiss finally broke, pulling away just enough that your lips were barely touching. You panted, staring into each other's eyes. He reached his other hand that was still pinning you down to your chin, gently pushing your face up and to the left so that he could slowly lick up the side of your neck.
“Ah~” you whimpered. The feeling of his warm breath on your skin made you tingle. Your mind was going fuzzy with animalistic desire. Paul smiled, proud of the noise he caused to escape your mouth. He lightly kissed and sucked the base of your neck in several areas, eventually moving to the other side. You huffed and groaned quietly, totally unable to control your moans due to how good it all felt.
Months of sexual tension was finally being released. No more holding back. No more awkwardness. No more professional workplace dynamic. At this point, you were no more sensible than two animals in heat during mating season.
After Paul decided he’d left enough marks on your neck, he sunk down to his knees to be eye-level with your mid-section. He looked up at you with sultry eyes, running his hands up your thighs and landing on your waistband. He traced the edge of your belt with his fingers, refusing to break his intense eye contact. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.
He hesitated when his hands reached your belt buckle.
“Keep going…” You urged him readily.
“Ah-ta-ta! What’s the magic word~?” He coo’d.
“... Please, Paulie…” you begged.
As commanded, he quickly unbuckled your belt and pulled your skirt down, then your stockings, and then with his teeth, bit and pulled down your purple underwear. From a little ways below your knee, he kissed up your slowly parting legs until he reached your pelvis.
Your heart was beating out of your chest as Paul sat below you, his lips grazing your… lips. The anticipation was killing you. You wanted him to devour you already, but Paul was careful to savor every achingly perfect moment of this. He knew what the hell he was doing, and he was determined to show you everything he knew.
“I’m going to make you cum harder than you ever have before, love.”
Mr McCartney wasted zero time diving into your warmth. With his nose buried, he slowly flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth/up and down. Your taste and smell overwhelmed him, flipping a switch inside his horny brain. His growing erection was starting to become painful with how restricted he was in his dress pants.
You threw your head back into the wall, letting out a breathy, drawn-out groan.
“Hnnnnnghhh~”
You raked your fingers through Paul’s short black hair, squeezing as he suddenly began licking more aggressively. He lapped and sucked at your nub eagerly, groaning more and more. His right hand gripped your ass cheek, while the other slithered up to teasingly rub your lips. Your back arched, hips moving on their own to try and get his fingers to slip inside. He obliged, massaging your entrance to cover his middle and ring finger with your juice before slowly moving them deep into your wet cunt.
“Ah, fuck, Paulie~!” You cried out in pleasure.
You were soaked by this point, so both of his fingers slipped right in no problem. His fingertips were calloused from playing the guitar, but it didn’t hurt. In fact you liked it. You never thought you’d feel those fingers inside of you, yet here you were.
He pulled his head away momentarily, mouth dripping with your wetness. “You like tha’ baby?” He smirked and licked his lips seductively. You nodded your head desperately.
“You’re so damn pretty from this angle,” he rasped before continuing. He massaged your inner wall, stimulating your g-spot as he slurped your clit. His sweet praise rang in your head, causing an intense spark to grow in your stomach. You were getting close.
You caressed his head gently, focusing on your imminent orgasm. You held your breath as it drew near, causing Paul to hone in on his movements. He could tell you were drawing near which only motivated him further. He was dying to fuck you right then and there, but you needed to cross the finish line before he would allow himself to have you.
“Ngh, don’t stop. Please–ahh fuck–just like that…”
He didn’t speed up or slow down. The hazel eyed man stared up at you as you twitched and wriggled around. His jaw was cramping up and his fingers were growing tired. But like the sweet satisfying ending of a symphony, your orgasm came crashing sending shockwaves throughout your entire body. You moaned a mixture of curse words and Paul’s name to which he found great pleasure. He groaned as you came on his face, slowing down as your walls pulsed around his fingers. He watched as your orgasm washed over you, surprised at how long it lasted.
‘Guess I’m getting pretty good at that,’ Paul tooted his own horn internally.
When you finally settled you were a sweating, panting mess. You looked down at Paul and giggled. He smiled, taking his shirt off and wiping his mouth clean. He stood up, assuming his towering position above you once more. He held your waist and looked into your eyes adoringly.
“That feel good?”
You nodded, unable to speak. You felt intoxicated by pure euphoria. You thought you must be dreaming, but that orgasm was way too good for it not to be real.
“Good. Because it’s my turn now.”
With a sexy but respectful amount of aggression, your dear Paul flipped you around and bent you over onto the wall. There was a certain level of forcefulness he used that showed you he meant business, but still allowed you to move on your own. You assumed this position because you wanted to. You sprawled your hands out to hold yourself steady as he pulled your ass toward him.
“Damn~” You purred.
Admiring your body, he slowly grinded his bulge on your soft round bottom. Your juices got all over his pants but he didn’t care. Not one bit. He loved teasing you. You waved your ass back and forth, whining for him to do something. It gave him a certain rush that made him somehow hornier than before. He hurriedly unbuckled himself and pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his huge, rock hard dick.
Penis had never looked so appetizing until now. It was just over 6 inches (16 ish cm), and his balls were tight. You stared in awe as he grabbed it with his left hand and began stroking himself slowly as he inched toward you. With his right hand, he got close to you and reached around you to pull up your shirt and bra, revealing your bare chest. He groped and massaged you, softly pinching your nipple. Paul rubbed his member on your still sensitive clit causing you to wince. He swayed his hips forward and backward, doing this almost-slipping-it-in motion without actually penetrating. It was driving you insane. But that’s when you remembered something.
“P-Paul-” you squeaked. “What about protection…”
He pulled away, still holding onto his throbbing cock.
“Er, well… I’m afraid I don’t have any. Wasn’t expecting to be fucking you in my studio, y’know?”
You huffed, submissively pouting your lip as you kept waving your ass at him. As much as you knew it would be a bad idea to have sex without a condom, you just wanted him inside of you already. You were far past good decision making.
“Hmmph… Well, I guess it would feel better if we do it raw anywa- UNHH~!”
Halfway through your sentence the tall man thrusted as deep inside of you as he could. He took hold of your hip with one hand and your hair with the other and began roughly pounding your pussy. The wet sound of skin hitting together filled the air.
Plap plap plap plap plap plap!
“Thaaaaat’s it. Good fuckin’ girl.”
You lost your shit whenever he called you that. Like, ‘yeah, I am a good girl, aren’t I? Tell me again how good I’m doing!’
Paul’s relentless movements turned you into a moaning babbling mess. With each thrust you let out a strangled noise, completely letting go of any and all embarrassment. He was having his way with you and you were happy to submit yourself to him. He continued slamming his hips into you, your mind going blank with pleasure.
He released his grip on your hip, sliding his hand around your waist to hold you by the stomach, switching his other hand that was grabbing onto your hair to gently but firmly take a hold of your throat, effectively pulling you closer to him. He continued to thrust as you stretched your arm back to caress his head.
Paul leaned into your ear, the sound of his unsteady breathing making you feral.
“You’re squeezing me so tight. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You like being fucked by your boss, don’t you, naughty girl?”
“Yessss~” you drooled.
Paul leaned back, looking down at his cock that was rapidly disappearing inside of you.
Plap plap plap plap plap!
“You look so pretty when you take it.” He bit his lip hard. You blushed, feeling your walls tighten.
Abruptly, Paul let go of you and pulled out. You stood up, releasing your hands from the wall and turning around to face him. You stood there awkwardly with your clothes half off, suddenly remembering embarrassment.
Without another word, Paul leaned down and extended his arms between your legs, hoisting you up off your feet and pinning you against the wall. Your back was pressed up on the wall with Paul’s strong hands supporting your weight from beneath you. You’d never been fucked like this before, it was like something out of a porno. You weren’t even sure it would work, technically speaking. But you watched as Paul aligned his dick with your entrance, filling you up once more.
Something about this angle made his dick hit your sweet spot. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, biting him to stifle a loud moan. You groaned and whimpered in his ear which turned him all the way on.
Plap plap plap plap plap!
“How much do you love my cock, hm?”
“So fucking much!” You cried.
You enjoyed this position because you got to be so close to Paul. You lifted your head and studied his face. Your sin-filled gaze flickered between each of his eyes and his parted red lips. He was panting heavily as he stared back at you. Not only was your hole full, but so was your heart.
Paul’s pretty hazel-green eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in to kiss you, your lips desperately finding each other. He was experiencing a high so intense it rivaled whatever drugs he had experimented with in the past. You were his drug now.
Plap… Plap…… Plap………
He slowed down, zoning in on your kiss. He sucked at your lip hungrily, relishing the taste of your mouth. It hurt a bit, but you knew that just meant he was feeling so good he couldn’t control himself. He pulled back and looked at you dreamily.
“Sweetheart…” he panted. “Would you mind sucking me off?” His voice was deep with lust. You loved this tone of voice, it was one he reserved only for special times like these.
You nodded and he oh so gently put you down. He grabbed your hand and led you over to his chair. You shuffled behind him, heart pounding. You don’t know when the last time was that you had given head. You hoped it would come back to you when the thing was actually in front of you.
Paul took a seat, leaning back. You carefully got onto your knees and examined his cock up close. It was thick at the base and the tip was bright pink, almost red. It twitched and throbbed before you, silently begging to be taken care of.
You reached your hand out and slowly found your grip onto his penis, stroking it gently. Your fingers brushed the shaft all the way up, playing with the sensitive skin around and on his tip. Paul squirmed slightly in his seat, petting your head with one hand.
You looked up at him momentarily before sticking your tongue out and lapping at his tip. It sent a jolt through Paul’s body and he let out a quiet moan. Off to a good start.
Paul’s grip on your head tightened as he guided your head lower. Obeying, you opened your mouth and lowered your head onto his length, wincing when it reached the back of your throat. And all of it wasn’t even in! He began bobbing your head on himself, throwing his head back in pleasure.
He pushed down extra hard when it was all the way in your mouth, jerking his hips slightly. It caused you to gag and you had to lift your head up a little to catch your breath, to which he would let go of you. But Paul loves the sound of your gags. It meant you really wanted to make him feel good.
“Such a pretty girl you are... Fuck…”
Paul had been on the edge for quite some time now. After eating you out and fucking you senseless, he was about ready to explode. And you could tell. You stroked him faster and sucked him more aggressively, saliva everywhere. Wet sounds and Paul’s groaning echoed in the room. His breath hitched as he drew near.
“I’m… I’m gonna…..”
Paul gripped the arm of his chair with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, shaking and sweating profusely. He stared down at you admiringly, the sight of your face made his heart skip a beat. You looked beautiful trying so eagerly to please him, but then again, you always looked beautiful. No matter what.
Paul admired everything about you. There was something in your spirit that reminded him of himself when he was younger, full of ambition and joy. Being around you made him forget everything that brought him down. He wanted to it to last forever. He wanted to be with you forever.
Paul’s orgasm waved through his body, his dick pulsing as thick warm cum shot out all over both you and him.
“Fuck, _____, I love you! Ahh~ God I love you!”
Your eyes widened.
After a few quaking moments, his body went limp. You relaxed your grip on him and looked at him in complete shock.
“What?” You breathed.
He panted, leaning forward to get closer to your face.
“I love you.”
“Do you really? Or– Is it the cum talking,” You joked, looking at your hand which was coated in it.
He laughed, shaking his head.
“I love you, _____. You don’t have to respond right now, but I’m mad about you. Truly.”
You stood up and crawled on top of him finding a seat on his lap. He held your sides tightly and looked up at you with a grin. You smiled back and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
“I love you too, Paulie.”
