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l0vem3n · 1 year

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Paul McCartney x reader smut

Warning: handjob, blow job, kissing, swearing, and smut with a very horny Macca 🧍‍♀️

P.s this is my first story :)

You and Paul have decided to go on a little vacation to Greece after you both have been working your asses off in the studio.

you thought it was eel deserved as you’ve noticed a few grey hairs sticking out like a saw thumb through Paul’s dark brown hair, and you have a few yourself.

You’ve been in Greece for 4 days now just sucking in as much of sun as you can before you have to go back to the dull weather of the uk, you and Paul have just gotten back from a little lunch date on the beach.

For the last 4 days you’ve woken up to Paul’s warm rough hands circling patterns on your stomach with his morning wood pressed to the side of your thigh, and easily as always you give in and have rough sex at least 3 times before you get up to start your day.

But the one morning you don’t fall for those angel eyes of his, all hell breaks loose. “Y/n, please?” Paul whines in your ear as your getting dressed for the beach lunch.

He’s been like a dog watching you in the shower, he combed his hair at least 6 times just to get a glimpse of your soapy naked body.

“honey we’re gonna be late, no.”

You laugh as he turns around and groans whining like a child, when he turns around to complain some more he gets a tease of your bikini that your putting on.

“Your wearing that?”

“Yeah, what you don’t like it or something?”

“Do you understand how intense my boner is right now?” He says grabbing your hips pushing your ass agents his bulge as he groans deep in your ear.

The sound made your legs shake a little but your sex wet as fuck.

“Please, for me?” He whines again this time wrapping his hand around your neck, which you react with a soft moan.

“No” you say with all your strength but for your amusement you wiggle your ass agent him one last time before pulling your dress up.

“Such a fucking tease” he says picking up his wallet and keys holding the door open for you as you walk out, Paul lays one last slap on ass and you Yelp

“Just you wait till we get back to our room tonight”.

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The whole lunch was fab, you swam in the crystal blue water together and had a few drinks, but the sexual tension between you and Paul only grew larger by the touch.

On your way back to your room, Paul has his palm firmly wrapped around the back of your neck. It was fucking hot.

Before you got to your room you had a sneaky idea, you grabbed the key to your room out of Paul jacket and ran to the room before Paul could stop you.

You closed the door behind you and began to strip dip to your panties leaving your shoes, dress and bra in a little trail to the bed.

When Paul walks in he says the mess you’ve mad and rushes after you to find you sat on the bed waiting for him.

“Your being a good girl now but do you really think it’s gonna cut you being a brat this morning mm?” He asks leaning against the wall his voice much deeper and his accent at its peak.

“It was worth a try” you say with a smirk leaning back on your elbows so he can see the full view.

Paul stalks over too slow for your likings, he gently picks up your hand and pulls it to his cock printed through his jeans.

You begin gliding your hand up and down him, he’s rock solid, who knew a man could get this hard? You sure fucking didn’t.

“Your gonna fix it for me honey?” He says lifting your jaw to look at him but your eyes stay glued to his cock, fascinated.

His grip tightens making you snap out of it “are you listening?” He asks raising an eyebrow.

You say nothing but get to work unbuttoning his pants and freeing him, your lick one swipe up tasting all the pre cum leaking from his tip, he groans loud “fuck, just like that darling”

You slowing take him all in making sure every inch of him gets the attention it well does need until you reach the back of your throat, you moan as he wrapped his hand around your hair getting a good grip and pulling.

You look up at him through your wet lashes, his eyes are glued on you, you can bearly see his green part of his eyes, he was holding back every part of himself that just wants to face fucks you with everything he’s got.

You pull back and kiss his tip “loose control baby, take all your stress out on me” you say as your gliding your hand up and down his shaft.

“I don’t wanna hurt you honey ” he says gliding his other hand against your cheek.

You stand up holding his hand and giving his a soft hiss.

“I wouldn’t say it if I couldn’t take it, I want you to fuck me harder and rougher than you’ve fucked anyone before, fill me up right to the top, I wanna feel you in me for days baby. Loose control”.

“god where did I find you?” paul chuckles giving you one kiss moaning in your mouth as your grip on his dick tightens.

you sit back down and give his tip one last kiss before take him all in, paul gives you a few seconds to get comfortable before his grip on your hair gets tighter.

He begins to slide out before ramming his cock right to the back of your throat, each thrust gets faster and faster, and he gets louder. his moans where just as gorgeous as him.

His back arching as you grab his ass for any kind of support, he had a great ass and you always resented him for it, the way it was just so fat and round.

The view when you looked up was beautiful and down bad slutty his mouth wide open in a perfect ‘o’ shape, and his eyes squeezed shut, you’re a gagging mess underneath him it was kinda gross but so hot.

“fuck fuck fuck” he hissed pulling out holding his cock, “I nearly came, fuck” he giggled looking at you as a pool of drool and pre cum leaked from your mouth to your tits.

“I would’ve liked to taste that” you say with a giggle.

“maybe later sugar but im cumming deep in that tight cunt of yours” he says wripping the rest of his clothes off.

That smug slut.

He pushes your shoulder down until you his the cold blanket of the bed and pulls your panties down putting them in his pocket, pulling both you’re your legs over his shoulders.

He teases your throbbing clit with his tip, just that little bit of friction caused your legs to shake and paul took that up real fast.

“you get this worked up over me face fucking you?” he laughs doing it one last time before sliding into you immediately he falls forward holding himself up with his arms and you wrap your legs around his waste.

both of you letting out loud sighs of relief and ecstasy.

You were sure the fucking receptionists could hear you both.

“fuck yes baby” he moans pulling out than slamming back in, hard, fuck he loved watching your body react to his cock filling you up. The way you shake uncontrollably and your eyes squeezing shut.

You had no control over it and you loved it, he was a perfect fit as if your cunt was made to take every last inch of his.

He knew exactly what to do every time, whatever you needed he was onto before you even knew you needed it. You were so amazed.

His mouth lands on your left tit, his right hand holding both your hand up and his left hand sliding down to your clit, he felt every clench and every time your cunt got wetter.

He was thrusting in so fast and so hard he was close and so were you.

“come on baby, I need you to cum on my cock” he groans right into your ear so deep, it tipped you over the edge.

Clenching around him, his thrust not stopping riding you out. Taking everything you got, draining you dry.

Your squirming and kicking your feet, god it felt so good. You felt him leak in your sex planting his seed, his hip stuttered and shakes before coming to a stop.

You opened your eyes to see his cheeky grin he has plastered to his face, you both laughed “god your fucking heaven sent” you say leaning in kissing his swollen fluffy bottom lip he’d been biting.

“stay here” he says sliding out and running to the bathroom, watching that ass jiggle was the best sight ever you thought making yourself chuckle, he runs back and opens your legs cleaning you all up.

“this feel warm enough?” he asks looking at you “yes, thank you baby” you smile, throws that wet towel on the floor and climbs back into bed with you, snug as a bug.

“that really did relieve a lot of stress” he says making you wet yourself laughing “same” you say making him have the same reaction.

“GoodNight dolly” he says placing a gentle kiss on your lips before closing his eyes.

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cherry-velvet-skies · 9 months

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Feeling Two-Foot Small (Part 2)

Tiny!Paul McCartney x Tiny!Reader

Genre: Fluff with a sprinkle of intimacy here and there

Warnings: Some kissing and mention of nudity but nothing too crazy

Words: 3.5k

A/N: If you have not read Part 1 yet, please read that first for this to make sense! Also, there's a bit of canon divergence at the end but it's fine

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The remainder of the day was spent with you and Paul skateboarding around your house, hiding under tables and couches, while occasionally sneaking back to your room in an attempt to grab a fruit snack or pretzel stick without getting caught. The game only had to end because it was getting dark, and since neither of you could reach a light switch, the rooms soon became pitch black. You, unfortunately, didn’t have any doll-sized flashlights, and you both realized this could get dangerous when Paul tried to run away from you and only succeeded in running directly into a leg of your kitchen table.

“Do you think the swelling has gone down yet?” Paul groaned as he stumbled back to the socks you two were using as a couch. “My head feels like it’s pounding.”

“I’m not sure,” you replied, “on account of the fact that I can’t even see you!” The sun had fully set now, and there was no hope for either of you finding any light sources, much less being able to see a mere hand in front of your face. It was as if you two were walking around with your eyes shut. The best thing to do was just to stay in your room and wait until morning.

“I wish I could see your face.” Paul chuckled, reaching out his hand that wasn’t massaging his forehead. You had a similar idea, blindly flailing your own arms until your hands brushed each other in the darkness. You both yelped, not expecting it, but quickly searched again until they voluntarily rejoined. You smiled as Paul rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand. You were quite grateful in that moment that he couldn’t see how hard you were blushing, but then again, you couldn’t tell if he was doing it too.

“I would reach for your face right now, but I don’t want to poke you in the eye.” You stated, punctuating your statement with a giggle. Paul took your hand that he was holding and guided it up to his cheek. You stroked the soft skin there, feeling the minute layer of stubble near his jaw. Paul closed his eyes, although it didn’t matter if he did, but it was merely a factor of immersing himself in the feeling. Adopting a more relaxed attitude, you gently cupped his cheek and traveled higher, finding the small bump on his forehead. You attempted to move him closer so you could place a kiss atop the bruise, but the lack of lighting made you miss and instead planted a kiss right on his eyelid.

“Oh, sorry.” You laughed awkwardly.

“If I had bumped my eye into the table, you’d be golden.” Paul teased. He reached for your hand again, sensing that you tried to pull it away after being discouraged by your incorrectly placed kiss. “But this is nice though,” he continued, “just hanging out here.” You gave him a look of confusion, until you realized he couldn’t see it.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for me, the last couple of days have been pretty odd. Like I mentioned earlier, with the whole sacrifice thing. But it’s not only that, you know! Aside from trying to save one of my mates from having his head chopped off, he’s got these scientists after him too! They want his ring so they could sell it and get a fortune for it, but the ring is actually the reason why he’s due to be sacrificed!” Although Paul’s expression wasn’t visible, you could tell this was going to take a while. “He actually wants to get rid of the ring, you know, but the problem is he can’t get it off. And that’s why we needed the shrinking serum! But then the doorbell rang and the woman who was administering it dropped the needle and it ended up in my leg and now here I am!”

You stood quiet, unsure of how to approach this. What ring? Who are these scientists? Is this the same woman he was mentioning earlier? Who knew a dream could feel so real. If this was any indication of the inner workings of your subconscious, you considered getting yourself evaluated.

“That does sound like some crazy stuff.” You tried, hoping to trick your brain into changing the subject. Thankfully, it worked. There was a brief moment of silence between you two, and while that normally wouldn’t have been so bad, the pitch darkness surrounding you sent your brain straight into the realm of horror stories. In your mind, complete silence and complete darkness should never go together.

“It’s far too quiet in here,” Paul huffed, his voice carrying a hint of wariness, “Can we just talk about something else already?” Your eyes widened. It was like he read your mind! Oh, wait. You had to keep reminding yourself that all of this WAS in your mind.

“Sorry,” you apologized again, though you realized it wasn’t necessary, “I’m still just thinking about how I kissed your eyeball.” Your face scrunched as you relived the incident in your mind.

Paul chuckled to himself. “Maybe you should’ve aimed for something else then.”

You froze, pondering his statement. You were almost certain you knew what he was hinting at, but didn’t want to make any assumptions. Paul had no problem assuming you didn’t get the hint, so he clarified himself.

“Have you ever heard the theory that two people can find each other’s lips in complete darkness with nearly one-hundred percent accuracy?”

You felt yourself choke on your spit when you gulped. You weren’t sure if he was just making a flirty joke, or actually suggesting that you two kiss. How could he possibly insinuate something like that when you two only met for the first time this morning?

Oh, right! This is only a dream! It’s all in your mind! That also means you never really kissed someone’s eyeball by mistake. You felt your confidence returning. Well, if none of this is real, surely a little kiss couldn’t hurt.

“Are you suggesting we test it out?” You fired back, your boldness now purely compensatory.

“As a matter of fact, I was.” Paul replied. The smirk he was wearing while delivering his comment was practically audible.

You giggled before grabbing his hand again. “Then let the experiment begin.”

Guiding Paul’s arm closer to you, you took this opportunity to instead rest his hand on your cheek. You didn’t really know where to go from there, as you obviously still couldn’t see. And Paul’s hand was the only thing that you were certain you could find. What would happen if you blindly tried to reach forward again? Would you make out with his left nostril this time instead?

As you were silently contemplating your approach, you felt Paul’s hot breath against your face, signaling he was coming closer. Within seconds, you felt his lips make contact with not only your face, but your lips, your top lip nestled firmly in between both of his, using this opportunity to suck on your bottom lip as he kissed you. You still closed your eyes, even though it wasn’t necessarily needed, but it still felt right.

Using your adequate proximity skills, you slowly brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, stroking them with your thumbs. Paul sighed, and you could’ve sworn you heard him trail off into a whimper, but weren’t completely sure. Your hands moved from his cheeks to the back of his neck to pull him closer, running your fingers through his hair. Feeling the texture of Paul’s silky hair while you kissed him was enough to stimulate your senses to a more optimal level. Or, at least you thought it was optimal. It didn’t feel like a dream anymore. It all felt so real. Too real.

Your eyes shot open and you hastily pulled away, much to Paul’s surprise. “What’s wrong?” He asked you, immediate tension apparent in his voice. “Did you not like it?”

“I…I don’t know.” You replied quietly. “It wasn’t you, I just…I don’t know.” You crossed your arms, desperately trying to crawl away from this awkward situation.

“Perhaps I came on too strong then, yeah?” Paul mumbled, silently fidgeting as well. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You felt bad. It wasn’t Paul’s fault. After all, you were the one who created him in your mind.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I was okay with it at first, but then…I don’t know what happened. It didn’t feel right.” You couldn’t properly explain yourself, and that was always your downfall. You felt uneasy, but couldn’t pinpoint why. In fact, Paul’s kiss was actually quite nice. There was just something about the whole thing that wasn’t sitting right with you.

It was too quiet again. But what was left to talk about? It seemed that anything you both tried, something was bound to thicken the air. It felt like even in your dreams, things couldn’t go well. You gave up.

“Maybe we should just go to sleep.” You stated. Paul didn’t respond, although he wanted to try and work things out. He didn’t want to ruin things with his new friend. Possibly even more than a friend. But definitely not at this rate. He thought it was wrong to keep the statement left open, so he added a meek reply.

“Alright, then.”

You weren’t sure what to do for sleeping arrangements. The floor was too hard to sleep on, and you knew your back would pay the price the following morning. But there was absolutely no way you felt like ascending your pant leg fire pole up to your bed right now. There had to be some kind of compromise.

Seeing no other option, you blindly felt your way down to the sock couch that you and Paul had been sitting on this entire time, pulling the top sock off of the bottom one. Paul heard you doing all this, but had no clue what was going on. He felt a breeze across his body when you tossed one sock towards him. “Here, take this to sleep in.”

“Sleep in?” Paul clarified, wondering if he’d misheard you. “But this is a sock.”

“Well now it’s a sleeping bag.” You said nonchalantly, slipping off your plastic shoes and getting comfy in your sock. “It’s all I have.”

“But you’ve worn these!” Paul exclaimed. “I’m not sleeping INSIDE of it!”

“Good luck freezing all night, then.” You quipped, knowing he'd give in eventually.

Paul put his hands on his hips. “But it’s the middle of May. It’s not cold.” You felt yourself stretching the elastic of the sock to restrain yourself from getting more annoyed.

“Well I don’t have any tiny little blankets lying around, so your only other option is to sleep on the floor. You wanna wake up stiff as a board tomorrow? Fine. Not my problem.”

Paul giggled. “I think that might happen regardless of where I sleep, love.”

“JUST GO TO BED!” You huffed, while Paul was still snickering to himself as he tried to get cozy on top of the sock.

The night went slow. You couldn’t sleep. Perhaps it was because you were technically already dreaming? So falling asleep inside your dream seemed counterintuitive. At one point, a small strip of moonlight had made its way through the small gap in your curtains, which were still shut since you were too short to open them this morning. Now that you could see a bit better, you glanced over at Paul, who was sound asleep. He was laying on his stomach, his arms stretched out in front of him, creased at the elbow to support his head. The lower half of his body was reluctantly nestled inside the sock. You assumed he got cold and conceded to the sleeping bag, seeing as he was trying to keep his body as far away from the toe pocket as possible. Despite your earlier misunderstanding, Paul seemed comfortable around you as if he had known you for years. He looked so peaceful. Perhaps that was your method. This Paul character you had created in your dream was the picture of everything you wanted. Confidence, optimism, and peacefulness. You gave it all to him, while you, the true human, were still stuck with all the worries. Your brain was quite the tricky one.

You zoned in on the tranquil rhythm of Paul’s breathing, pulling your sock tighter towards your body like a cocoon. You smiled to yourself, trying to reabsorb some of Paul’s innate tranquility. You could feel the background noise slowly become more muffled as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

When you awoke the following morning, you were cold. You felt the brisk morning air pass over your whole body with ease. Perhaps you had wriggled out of your sock in the middle of the night and ended up on the floor, as you felt the hard wood below with a much greater intensity than you did the previous night. What surprised you the most was a single area of your back that felt…oddly warm. You opened your eyes, only to immediately shut them again, feeling incredibly disoriented. You curled your body into a fetal position, plastering your hands over your face to stop your head from swimming. You didn’t drink, but yet you felt hungover. If what happened to you last night was actually a dream, is it possible for you to still be reeling from it? You kept your eyes closed, trying to sit up as slowly as possible. You felt the way your skin creased and folded as you sat upright on the floor. Yep, you were definitely naked.

Trying to open your eyes again, you prepared for the immediate influx of stimulation. You stared at the window, hoping the soft light from the sun behind the curtains would give your eyes something more palatable to focus on. You watched as your surroundings slowly became clearer. And judging by the visual perspective of your bedroom, you were back to normal size.

You laid back on the floor, breathing a sigh of relief that the weirdest dream of your life was now over. Until you felt that odd warmth beside you again, followed by a raspy voice.

“I guess the serum wore off, then.”

Oh, no.

You look over to see Paul, also completely naked, laying on the floor beside you, one arm propping up his head as he wore a huge smirk on his face. Not knowing how else to react, you screamed, causing him to scrunch his face as he had just woken up. You tried your best to cover yourself with your hands, but didn’t have much luck.

“What are you doing here?!” You shrieked, now glaring down at the array of busted open socks and doll clothes wedged underneath the both of you. Last night was, apparently, not a dream.

“I didn’t do anything, I swear!” Paul exclaimed, holding his hands up as if to say he was innocent, only for his head to hit the floor with a thunk, as there was now no hand to hold it up. He winced, rubbing the back of his head dejectedly. “Ow.”

You were trying hard not to stare at Paul’s body, but you had to admit, he had a very attractive figure. If one thing was for sure, Paul was absolutely right about the whole “waking up stiff” thing…

“Wait, so yesterday…that was real..?” You mumbled, wondering if you were still actually dreaming. Maybe you were stuck in a perpetual dream loop. Perhaps you had left your physical body and this is where you’d be for all eternity.

“What do you mean if it was real?” Questioned Paul, “Didn’t you hear my whole story about the serum? And the ring? Did you think I made that up? Which reminds me, I should probably get going, so…do you have any clothes I could wear out of here?”

Your gaze darted around the room, looking for, honestly, anything. Firstly, some clothes for you, much less for Paul. But also for answers. Even if Paul’s story was true, which was highly unlikely, that still doesn’t explain why you shrunk too. Were you given a phantom dose of serum in the middle of the night by a different mysterious woman? None of this made sense. You were just about to get up when Paul spoke again.

“You know, even if you don’t believe anything I said, I hope you’ll know I’m being honest when I say I enjoyed our time yesterday.” You turned to look at him, your expression one of confusion. “Being that small and all, I felt…helpless. I felt like anyone could just step on me if they wanted to. Or…lift me up and take me away. I never expected to find someone that understood what I was going through. And for that I’ll always be grateful.”

And that’s when it hit you. Being small wasn’t a curse or a punishment. It was a teachable moment. An opportunity to remind you that, no matter how big or small you were, you weren’t alone. Even as you always felt that you had to navigate around all the big people who you were afraid would step on you, there was someone out there who knew how you felt. Who you were meant to meet. Having to make yourself small to make space for others wasn’t a problem anymore when you met someone who gladly made enough space for the both of you.

“I…enjoyed it too,” You replied slowly, “And I do believe your story, Paul. As for how I ended up like that, we may never know. But it was fun to have someone to play with all day.” You chuckled, and Paul joined you as you both reminisced of your rather impressive game of hide and seek.

Paul sat up, reaching for your hand that was trying its best to cover your chest. He took it in his own as you let it fall from your body. You saw things differently now that you understood. This entire journey had been a confusing one, but you hoped that this was the beginning of a new chapter in your life. One where you looked at not only the world with a bit more kindness and optimism, but also yourself.

Paul guided your hand to pull you closer as he captured your lips in a sweet kiss. This time, you felt calmer, and more accepting of what was to come. You dropped your other hand from concealing your lower half to softly grasp his shoulder. You sighed into the kiss, feeling your lips melt as his tongue pushed past them. You lightly pressed on his shoulder, leading him to lay back on the floor as you lay on top of him, your hands threading in his dark brown hair while his rested on your lower back. There was no sexual tension to it. No desire to grope at various areas of the body. It was content. Peaceful and romantic. It was the sweetest kiss you ever had.

You both laid there for a while, no rush to go anywhere or do anything. Except for the two minute break you took to get dressed, as you were starting to get chilly again. You took the liberty of loaning Paul one of your oversized hoodies along with some sweatpants, which fit him perfectly. Although, not knowing when you’d see each other again, you think that Paul might just own those clothes now. You were just about to resume your kissing session when you saw Paul do a frantic double take out your bedroom window.

“There they are!” He squealed. “Look!” You tried to see what he was referring to, and sure enough, there were three guys walking down the street. Two taller ones, and one who was a bit shorter, who was wearing a huge and borderline tacky ruby ring on his left hand. They were all dressed in dark suits, all with similar haircuts, all calling out Paul’s name. You couldn’t believe it. Paul was actually telling the truth.

“Sorry to bolt, but if I don’t leave now, I’ll never catch up to them.” He said, stamping a quick kiss on your cheek before running to your front door. “Hope to see you again soon!” He called out before closing the door behind him. You managed to hear a muffled “wait up guys!” as he headed down the street. You stayed by the window to watch his three friends turn around, ecstatic to see him. One of the taller ones grabbed him by the hand as they all continued to run until they reached the end of the block, all piling in one car before taking off again. You smiled to yourself as you headed to the kitchen, thankful for what was probably the strangest yet most comforting moment of your life.

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PART 2 Y'ALL FINALYYY 😁😁😁 And yes obviously this is the final part but this fic was so fun to write! Let me know if y'all wanna see more stuff referencing the Beatle movies, and I have two other fics still in the works so I'll try and have those up as soon as I can! 🥰

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