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givemequeen · 11 months

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First Time; Paul McCartney fanfic

request; hI it’s the one that wants the fluffy virgin Paul smut lmaoo forgot to say it’s like teddy boy Paul ‼️ Could you please please please do a Paul and virgin reader fic? a/n; hi pairing; Paul x reader summary; first time w/ teddy boy paulwarnings; mentions of abuse year; late 50s/early 60s word count; 2838

"I got the new Elvis album, is it alright?" asked Paul over his shoulder.

You nodded and quickly realised he couldn't see you. "Yes," you said, clearing your throat.

Your eyes roamed the room, it was small with just his bed, desk, a bookshelf and a guitar on the corner. The bookshelf had a couple of records, you could spot some of your favourite albums.

Paul carefully pulled the vinyl out of its sleeve and placed it on the turntable. He leaned over and placed the needle on the record with extreme concentration and delicacy. After a few crackles, Elvis' smooth voice filled the small room.

"You alright?" Paul asked as he sat down next to you. The side of his thigh touch yours, and you felt a tickling sensation in your heart.

"Yes Paulie, thank you." you said, not meeting his eyes.

He cupped your face, slowly moving you to face him. He scanned your eyes, his thumb brushing your cheek. You swallowed, eyes moving between his. Paul slowly leaned towards you, your lips met and you sighed, moving your lips against his.

His hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer against him. You moved, your leg swinging over his. You slid against his body and gasped when you felt his boner against yourself.

You felt him smile against the kiss and smiled back. His hands went to your hips, guiding them forwards and backwards against him. You quietly moaned into the kiss and tugged on the hairs at the back of his head.

“Paul...” you moaned, pulling back and moving your hips faster, the friction making you groan.

He kissed your exposed neck, you titled your head sideways to give him more room. One of his hands went to your breasts, he squeezed them once and moved his hand under your shirt. You allowed him to cup your bare breast over your bra and moved faster. Paul reached behind you, one hand on your ass, and tugged on the bottom of your shirt.

“Can this come off?” he asked, pulling away from your neck to look up at you. You looked into his eyes and nodded. He briefly kissed you and pulled himself away from you. You lifted your arms above your head and helped Paul as he took your top off.

His eyes went to your breasts, he kissed the top of a breast and squeezed the other. You sighed, melting against him, your hands tugging on his hair, pulling him closer to your breasts.

Pauls hands slid back to your waist, he squeezed it and once more guided you forwards and backwards, pleasuring both you and himself.

“Paulie.” your murmured, Paul continued sucking on the skin not covered by the bra. “Paulie.” you repeated.

He pulled away and looked up to you, his hair a mess.

“Yes, love?” he said, his hands still guiding you.

“Only fair if yours comes off too.” you said, a grin on your face, tugging on his shirt.

“Cheeky.” he chuckled, letting you take his top off.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him backwards. Your hands went up and down his chest, your eyes taking all of him in. You leaned down and placed a kiss on his collarbone, then on his chest and then lower on his stomach. You glanced down at his happy trail, grinned, and looked up to meet his eyes.

“Hi.” he smirked.

“Hi.” you stepped off his lap and knelt on the ground in front of him. You fumbled with his belt while staring up at him.

“Hi.” he said again, lifting his hips so you could slide his pants down. Once they were around his ankles, you could see his boner through his boxers. You placed your hand on top of him, gasping at how hard it was.

“Fuck.” he said, moaning your name. He closed his eyes, his mouth gaping. “Please...”

You pulled the boxers down and let his cock spring out. Your eyes went wide as you wrapped your hands around it. Slowly, you pumped it up and down. You went on your knees, pulled your hair to the side, and kissed his stomach. You placed a kiss near, but not quite, the base of his cock.

His hand went to your hair, gathering it with his hand to form a ponytail. You looked up as your kisses neared his cock, your hand still around him, pumping it slowly.

You pulled away and stared at the pink tip. There was some pre-cum leaking from his rock hard cock. You licked your lip and stared up at him as you kissed the tip. You wrapped your lips around the head and slowly took as much as you could into your mouth.

“Fuck...” Paul moaned, pushing your head further down.

You shut your eyes and breathed through your nose. Gagging, you pulled away and wiped the tears that had formed in your eyes.

“Shit, are you okay?” he asked, his other hand flying to your cheek. He sat up as you coughed.

“Yes, I’m good. Lay back down.” you said. When he didn’t, you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him back down.

You took his cock into your mouth again and began bobbing your head up and down, letting the head hit the back of your throat every now and again. You looked up and saw Paul looking back down at you, his mouth slightly open. He gulped and nodded, placing his hand back on your head and pushing you down slightly.

You took more of him into your mouth and let your tongue slide up and down the side of his cock. Your left hand went to his thigh, gripping it when his cock when too far, while your right went to the base of his cock, pumping him as you sucked his dick.

“I’m close.” he groaned, “Faster, please.” he pleaded, staring back down at you. He collected your hair and urged you to go faster. You complied, moving your hand and head faster.

You felt his dick slightly twitch inside your mouth, his breathing became faster and faster until you felt cum hit the back of your throat. His hips jolted forward, making his cock hit the back of your throat. You continued sucking but slowed down.

Once he finished, you stopped moving your head. He stroked your hair and you pulled away from his cock. You looked into his eyes and swallowed, his eyebrow shot up and a grin formed in his face.

You smiled and picked up the glass of water on his bedside table. Paul sat up, pulling his boxers back on, and you sat down next to him, gulping. He hugged you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Thank you.” he laughed.

You smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“Love, can you open the drawer for me?” he said, you turned to look at him, suspicious of his tone. He smiled, something danced behind his eyes. “Please?” he turned his head to the side.

You narrowed your eyes and cautiously open the draw on his beside table. There, you found a packet of condoms. You eyebrows shot up and you gasped. You plucked one up and turned to face him.

“I got them yesterday.” he said sheepishly.

“Oh.” you said, your eyes glued on the condom.

You had talked about it with him and knew you wanted to do it sometime soon. The fact he had gone ahead and bought them excited you. You flipped the little square around and felt a grin tug at your lips.

Paul placed his hand on your lower back, it felt warm against your bare skin. His other hand went to your thigh, he squeezed and looked up at you.

“Do you want to?” he said softly. “We don’t have to, just in case.” he placed a kiss on your cheek, you rested your head on his shoulder and smiled.

“I...” you looked up at him, his eyes wide in anticipation. “I do want to, do you?”

A grin lit his whole face up. “Yes!” he exclaimed. “Yes, of course.” he cleared his throat and smiled. “If you want to, that is.”

“I do.”

He nodded and you awkwardly stared at each other, the condom in your hand.

“So...” you said after a long silent moment of just staring at each other.

Grinning, he leaned in and kissed you by surprise. His hands went to the back of your bra, his fingers on the clasp of it. “This alright?” he asked, fumbling with the bra and moving to kiss your collarbone.

“Mmhm.” you nodded, missing his wet kisses on your collarbone.

He single-handedly unclasped your bra. You giggled and let him push you back so you laid flat against his bed. He climbed on top of you, his hands on either side of your head, and slightly rested his body weight on you.

He continued kissing you, your hands went to his hair and his back. You felt his boner through his boxers pressing against you, right were you wanted him the most. Your skirt had rolled up to your waist, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you.

Paul swore against your lips and rolled his hips. You gasped, and nudged him with the heel of your foot, urging him to continue. You moved your own hips against his, enjoying how he moaned against your lips.

His hand travelled from the side of your head downwards, he squeezed your hip and moved his weight to the side of the bed. He rolled your skirt all the way up, revealing your underwear. He glanced up at you, looking into your eyes through his eyelashes.

You gasped, sucking a breath in, as he lifted the band of your underwear and slipped his hand in. You pressed your lips shut and he slowly slid down to where you needed him the most. His hand finally reached you and you let out the breath, squeezing his shoulder.

“Is it okay?” he asked as he slipped a finger in. You nodded, biting your lower lip. “I want to hear you say it, love.”

“Yes.” you said. “It’s more than okay.” you added.

Paul curled his finger and smiled as you lifted your hips, silently begging for more. While maintaining eye contact, he slipped another finger in. Your hand shot the one between your legs, you grabbed his wrist and gasped. Holding his hand, you rolled your hips and sighed.

“You’re so wet and tight for me.” he whispered against your ear.

You shivered, the hairs in your arm standing up. You moaned and nodded, rolling your hips again.

“Let me.” he kissed the spot behind your ear and you nodded again, relaxing against the bed.

He curled his finger, sliding them in and out. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it slowly. You moaned, holding onto his hair. You pulled his hair back and kissed his exposed neck. You spread your legs further for him and moaned his name.

“That’s it, love.” he kissed your neck and quickened his pace, sliding the finger in and out over and over again. Your breathing quickened and you smiled in delight, your eyes squeezing shut.

“I want...” you moaned.

“Want what? Use your words.” he said, a cheeky grin playing on his lips.

“I want this.” You placed your hand over his erection.

He didn’t need to be told twice, he slipped his fingers out of you and reached over you to the bedside table where you had previously placed the condom. You laid on your back, smiling. He rested his weight on his heels, ripped the condom and slipped it on.

He stroked himself and climbed on top of you again. He aligned himself and looked up at you. “Ready?” he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You looked back at him and nodded. He pushed himself into you and you gasped. Paul stopped and waited.

“Okay, continue.” you said. “Slowly, please.” you added, gripping his shoulder.

“Of course, love. We can go as slow or fast as you want, okay?” he kissed your forehead again and moved a little further in. You sucked your breath in as he pushed further in, you moaned his name, loving how good and big he felt inside of you.

“Oh, Paul...” you softly moaned, your fingers went to his hair. You gently tugged on his hair as he slid all the way in.

“Fuck.” he moaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. He stayed still, allowing you to catch your breath. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your heel against him, urging him to bottom out. He rested his weight on top of you and you sighed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, it feels good.” you said, your eyes tightly shut.

“Open your eyes, I want to look you in the eye when I cum in you.” your eyes flew open, cheeks burning up. Paul chuckled at your reaction and kissed your forehead. “Can I start moving?”

You nodded and Paul started to slowly move his hips, sliding in and out of you. You bit your lower lip, attempting to maintain eye contact with him. He pushed inside of you and you grunted.

“Let me hear those moans, love.” he whispered, his head falling on your shoulder as she slowly sped up.

Obediently, you moaned his name. “Oh fuck Paul, please, please.”

“Yes, keep going.” he moaned, moving his hips faster.

You grabbed onto his shoulders and squeezed, loving how hard he was fucking you. “Harder.” your hand slid to the back of his neck and holding it tightly.

Paul complied and fucked you harder, causing the bed to start moving. You squeezed yourself around him and arched your back, pressing your body against his.

“I felt that.” he chuckled, gently biting your shoulder.

“Fuck, Paul. It feels so good.” you moaned, pulling on the hairs at the back of his head. “Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planing on stopping.” he turned to look at you and smiled. He held your gaze, those deep brown eyes staring deep into you. You felt a warm sensation in your heat, like somebody had cracked a warm egg on your chest. The feeling spread across your heart and down to your stomach, where pressure was building.

“Are you close?” Paul whispered, almost as if he had just read your mind.

“Yes, I think so.” you squeezed your legs. “Faster.” you begged, staring right back at him.

Paul quickened his pace and let his fingers slip between your bodies. Instinctively, they immediately found the spot where you needed them most. He drew circles with his fingers, drawing out your moans.

“Paul, please, please.” you begged.

“Please what? Use your words.” he said, whispering your name.

“Please let me cum.” you gasped. He smiled, spreading your legs further. His pace changed, slowly sliding in and out of you. He pulled his body away and looked between you.

“You look so good, taking my cock so well.” he said. “So fucking good, you do it so well, love.”

His words reached deep within you and, almost like a needle, popped the balloon of pressure that he been building up. You arched your back, moving your hips against his cock, riding him. The feeling was almost too much, your hands flew to his hair where you pulled on it. Paul pushed inside of you, his fingers quickening.

“Just like that, yes.” he encouraged, kissing your neck and cheek softly. “Good girl.”

“Paul-” you moaned, his words, fingers, and cock doing wonders. “Fuck.” you collapsed on the bed but Paul didn’t stop. His hips pushed against yours, speeding up.

“I’m gonna cum.” he said, his head dropping to your shoulder. You cried out his name, tugging his hair harder. “Yes, fuck, that’s driving me crazy, don’t stop.”

“Paulie, please.” you moaned, his cock relentlessly fucking you. “Please cum in me, I want you to cum in me.” you managed to say.

Paul looked up at you. “Look at me, this is what you do to me.” He pushed his hips against you, going as deep as he possibly could. You gasped, not knowing that was possible. Paul slammed into you three more times, each time harder.

Once he was done, he collapsed on top of you, his cock still nuzzled inside of you and head against your chest. You let go of his hair and gently ran your fingers through it, your nails tracing patterns on his scalp. He hummed against you and start to move to get out of you.

“Don’t.” you stopped him. “Just a little longer.” you pleaded.

“Okay, my love, whatever you want.” he kissed you. “Did you enjoy it?” he murmured.

“Yes.” you said, letting a breath out. “A lot, we should’ve done it earlier.”

He chuckled, you felt it deep in your soul.

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javelinbk · 6 months

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The Beatles arrive at the ABC Cinema in Manchester, 20th November 1963 - part 2 (part 1) (x)

#I hope julian didn’t get nightmares when john took that panda home #60s teddies are truly terrifying #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #the beatles #it was sixty years ago today #november 1963 was just the best month #november 1963 #javelin's gifs

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sevenoclock-lancelot · 11 months

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#lord forgive the beatles phase i went through freshman year of college #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #teddy boy era #beatles art #nostalgia #traditional art #sketchbook #vintage #50s #60s

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imagine-mokey · 5 months

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An early Starrison! 😜

Ringo and George! I don't know who's in the middle.

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lick-me-lennon22 · 23 days

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Teddy Boy!John Lennon X Modern!Reader - Smoke & Serendipity 🚬

(based on an anonymous request for a tb!john x modern!reader oneshot where the reader has accidentally traveled back in time !! hope you all enjoy 💕)

Confusion clouds your mind as you blink, trying to make sense of your surroundings. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in: you had somehow traveled back in time.

Suddenly and inexplicably, you find yourself standing atop the cobbled streets of 1950s Liverpool, amidst the buzzing energy of rock 'n' roll and the birth of a cultural revolution.

As you stumble through the unfamiliar streets, your heart races with apprehension. How had this happened? And more importantly, how are you going to get back to your own time?

You begin to notice the judgmental sneers and bewildered stares you were receiving from passers by, many of them clad in tailored suits and long, pleated skirts.

You glance down at your own attire.

Yeah, this isn't going to cut it, you think to yourself. I'd better get out of sight before I draw any more unwanted attention.

You wander a bit further, searching for a suitable place to lay low while you figure out how you're going to get out of this mess, when your eyes land on a hazy, dimly-lit alleyway.

Perfect.

You make a bee-line for the alley's entranceway, desperate to duck into the secluded spot. Before you can slip away into the cover of shadow, a bruised and bloodied teenaged boy storms out of the alley and past you, muttering curses under his breath.

What the hell...

You freeze for a moment, startled by the strange sight. You shake your head side-to-side, regaining focus on the task at hand as you cautiously round the corner.

Before you stood a tall, thin young man wearing a too-big leather jacket and scuffed boots, hair once slicked back but now disheveled from his skirmish with the other adolescent. He held a cigarette between two fingers of his bloody-knuckled right hand, taking drags on occasion as he kicked at the gravel beneath his feet.

Curiosity propelled you to approach the stranger, though nerves threatened to paralyze your steps. You gingerly step closer, finally catching the eye of the mysterious young man.

He is visibly taken aback at the sight of your unconventional attire, eyeing you up and down with an incredulous expression on his face. You're beginning to regret your decision when he lets out a low whistle and opens his mouth to speak:

"I've seen some outlandish outfits in me time but yours takes the cake, love," he teases with a snicker, curls of cigarette smoke framing his smug face.

You're shocked and somewhat offended by the gall of the stranger. You cross your arms over your chest defensively, but decide to keep the interaction playful- this is clearly not the kind of guy you want to provoke.

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it. Maybe I'll start a new fashion trend around here," you retort. The man quirks an eyebrow, intrigued by your quick wit and unfamiliar accent. Before he has time for another snide remark, you continue.

"Besides, you're one to talk. What's with the bloody knuckles, uh..."

"John," he interrupts you, chuckling softly. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as you make the observation, slightly ashamed but determined not to let his tough exterior slip.

"Ah, just a little scuffle. Nothing I couldn't handle- you know how it is."

You think back to the beat-up young man you spotted earlier, putting the pieces together.

"Do you... do you often find yourself in situations like this?"

John's gaze softens, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"More often than I'd like, but it comes with the territory I suppose. Life's rough around the edges, especially for a lad like me." He gives a hollow chuckle.

The urge to pry further tugs at you, but you choose to ignore it. Before you can formulate a response, he regains his confidence and speaks up again.

"Why do you ask? Just curious, or-" he takes a step towards you, "Perhaps you fancy a bad boy, hm?"

You're stunned by John's boldness, beginning to blush as you look up into his half-lidded eyes. At such a distance, you quickly take note of how handsome the young man really is, in a rough-and-tumble sort of way.

"I wouldn't say that, but... is it a crime to be curious about a rugged stranger?"

John shakes his head, amused, and puffs on his cigarette before speaking.

"Well, if you really do want to know more... me band's got a gig tonight down at the Cavern Club. How's about you make an appearance?" he suggests with a smirk.

You narrow your eyes cautiously, wary of his intentions at first, but beyond his bravado you can tell that he's being sincere. You mull the idea over in your mind, finally deciding that your trip back home can wait.

"Perhaps I'll see you there. Unless of course some other charming young man comes to sweep me off my feet in the meanwhile," you tease. "Someone a little less... greasy."

You reach a hand up to ruffle his hair- as much as you can, anyway, with what's left of his hair gel stiffening his locks. John gives you a playful shove and rolls his eyes.

"With that dreadful getup? Fat chance."

He saunters past you as you stammer, furrowing your eyebrows at him in distaste.

"Hey! I... it's... well-"

"I think what you meant to say was, catch you later, handsome."

He winks and struts off down the street, leaving you a flustered mess.

Now I really need to hit the shops.

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possessedbybeatlemania · 21 days

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Happy very late birthday Tom Lehrer

First time drawing all of the beatles in years

Ignore my awful handwriting

#recent sketches that i like #george harrison #ringo starr #john lennon #the beatles #paul mccartney #beatles #richard starkey #tom lehrer #makz doodlez #makz artz #my art #my oc #oc #the beatles fanart #sketches #teddy boy #sketch dump #traditional sketch

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rodeoromeo · 1 year

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kisses him all over his tough little face

#op #ringo starr #the Beatles #Teddy boy ringo

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thebeatlelove · 1 year

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Young Ringo Starr

#the beatles #beatles #ringo starr #paul mccartney #john lennon #george harrison #60s #beatles fan #pre Beatles ringo #very cool #teddy boy Beatles

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repairingahole · 11 days

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if ur still doing requests, maybe teddy boy lennstarr? Idk if you do lennstarr but if not maybe Mcharrison?

i like lennstarr

#teddy boy beatles #john lennon #ringo starr #ask #lennstarr

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eekeekart · 1 month

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ACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACK EHRN DHEHHAHAkahAHKEKAKAKAkAaH

#lennstarr #beatles fanart #beatles #the beatles #ringo starr #john lennon #teddy boy #Teddy boy beatles #early beatles #God fucking 50’s Ringo

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saint-mona · 2 years

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#newly shared #fresh from hamburg #the cavern #baby beatles #hamburg era beatles are my favorite beatles #i love them in leather #leather pants #dirty teddy boys #july 1961 #not mine*#the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #george harrison #pete best

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paulmcf4rtney · 1 year

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teddy boy george x reader please!! fem reader, maybe paul or john’s sister? lots of fluffy cavern goodness would be much appreciated!! 💗

anon asked for Teddy boy!George x fem reader!!!! THANK U SM FOR THE RQ! <33

definitely gonna go with paul hehe

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-You being the sister of the prettiest boy in school gave you lots of attention, girls asking you for favors, giving you notes to pass n share to your brother, the list goes on.

-Paul always flirted back with the women he talked to, but he had competition with George either way when it came to girls.

-You were so in love with him the more you noticed his presence, which of course made it worse, you couldn’t help it. His smile, his wink.. The way he talked to you like you were the only girl in the world.

-Paul found out about this and gave you a stern talking to, about not to “date boys” and especially NOT GEORGE. It was hypocritical, he could flirt but you couldn’t date a single boy?

-Did you care though? No, no you didn’t. You felt seen for once, and not like a shadow behind your brother. You knew it wasn’t his fault and he was only trying to protect you.

-Either way you were on George’s radar, you both started to get closer (emotionally and physically) to the point you were having dreams about him.

-You talked to him almost every day at this point, before, during and after school. Your brother caught on but you told him nothing would happen.

“Aye, you wanna come by my place? My parents aren’t gonna be home, we can watch a movie.” George whispered to you in class with that thick Liverpool accent that made your body melt.

You nodded, trying not to alert the teacher and get you or him in trouble.

And after-school outside like always you meet up with him, this time you told your brother you had somewhere to be and not to wait up for you, that had raised a little suspicion from Paul but he didn’t want to give you a hard time anymore than he already has.

You were nervous? Sort of? This was the first boy that paid this much attention to you in what felt like forever. You held George’s hand by instinct, you were gonna pull away out of embarrassment but he locked his fingers with yours.

If your face wasn’t red before it was definitely red now. George spoke up again, “My house ain’t too far but I still gotta drive..”

“You have a car???” Surprised, I mean, why wouldn’t you be surprised!? When he walked you out to his vehicle you realized partially why girls liked him so much.. A hot ride and a guitarist at the same time was all he needed to score.

“Yep, a real beauty ain’t she?”

You hummed in response

You got in as he did, strapping in. He started the engine and drove off. You didn’t dare to touch anything or even look at him, you were bad with eye contact when it came to your crushes. (Sucks that Paul decided to always scare them away) But you knew George was different.

He didn’t take shit from anyone, not even your brother. In fact i’m sure he likes the idea that he’s going against Paul. George didn’t say much the whole ride, he put on music though.

You didn’t mind how quiet it was, but you were too deep into your thoughts to realize he had parked the car already, snapping you out by the sound of his voice. “Cmon, i’ll show you inside n’ let you pick out the movie if ye want.” And there was that fucking smile again.

He let you step out of the car, holding your hand again. His hands were very soft just like his voice, he didn’t rush you or try to make a move.. It was nice.

You entered, and his house was actually really pleasing in decorum. His parents definitely raised him well, it showed.

There was blankets folded next to the couch in a basket, pillows perfectly placed on each side.

George kicked his shoes off, so you did the same, he was asking you what you wanted to watch since his parents owned a collection of tapes/movies you looked through them, picking one that happened to be horror.

You both were *almost* cuddled up on the couch under the blankets, until a scary scene came on you jumped and grabbed onto George’s shirt, hiding your face in his chest. You liked scary movies but the scenes still make you jump.

He held you tight and petted your hair, whispering to you that there was nothing to be scared about. “Ya don’t need to be so frightened i’m here, it’s okay.”

You sniffled at his response, opening ur eyes to look at him and that’s when he kisses you. Softly, yet holding back in case you weren’t ready.. But you were ready and knew it.

It felt like a thousand butterflies were in your stomach and chest by how close your faces were.

George didn’t let you go or stopped kissing your head until the movie was over, anytime the movie had a jumpscare he’d hold you tighter. You really have never experienced something like this, it was so comforting.

This was the first step to dating and having George as your own, all to yourself.

“I can drive you home, pretty girl.” He said with that gentle tone again, kissing your lips longer this time, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh shoot yeah, you definitely should.. So, does this mean we’re like.. Dating?” You sprouted the question to him, averting your eyes.

“Guess it does, why else would I be kissing ye?”

You knew you would have to explain to Paul and your parents why you were gone so long, but it would be worth it. So so worth it when you get home. <3

#the beatles #teddy boy george #george harrison x reader #the beatles x reader #fluff #paul mccartney

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beatle-george-smut · 3 months

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Can you write some stuff for teddy boy George he's such a sexy minx I want him in me so bad

I'd only been at Blacklers a few months, when I looked up from my typing, and there was George Harrison. I'd been in love with George since I'd first seen him playing at the Casbah Club with the Quarrymen.

"Hello, George. What are you doing here?" I asked. Thankfully, I'd decided to wear my newest dress that morning and my hair was fresh and clean.

"I'm going to be an apprentice for the electrical department. What are you doing here?" His grin made my tummy go flip flop. His hair was still worn back off his forehead, and his eyes were as shiny and bright as I remembered.

" Me? I'm the secretary for this department." I took a deep breath. "Come by at lunch and we can have a smoke and catch up. Have a great first day." I smiled my best front office smile.

At lunch, we stood out in the delivery area and smoked cigarettes. "So, what's new?" asked George.

"Well, my gran died. I'm living in her place." I told him. Despite his nicotine stained fingers, he was still sexy as fuck. His jeans were tight and showed off his bum in a decidedly sexy way.

"Alone?"

"Yes. My da kicked me out," I took a drag off the ciggie.

Just as George asked why, the bell rang. Lunch time was over. "Come round to mine sometime. I'll tell you the whole stupid story," I threw my butt to the ground and rubbed it out with the toe of my shoe.

"What about tonight?" asked George. "We haven't got a gig until Saturday."

"That would be grand." I smiled. "See you tonight." It was then I decided I would finally have him. Here was my chance.

As soon as the whistle blew at 5 o'clock, I got my purse and ran home. I cleaned up my tiny flat, and lit the stove. I made some bacon butties. George was always hungry, as I recalled. I took off my work clothes and washed up. As I was deciding what to wear, I heard a knock on the front door. I threw on my robe and hurried down the stairs.

"Am I too early?" George asked.

"No!" Come in!" I held the door open and let him in. "Would you like a cuppa?"

"I brought these," and from under is jacket George pulled out a sack with four bottles of ale.

"Let me put on my clothes," I said.

"I like what you have on," George said.

"Well, then," I giggled. "Let's sit in the kitchen. I made some sarnies."

We sat at the table talking and eating. I took a big gulp of ale, then laughed at something George said and started to choke. I coughed and my robe fell open. I went to close it up, but George stopped me.

" Leave it. I like looking." He took a finger and pulled my robe all the way open. "You're as beautiful as I've always imagined. " Then he leaned over and kissed me. I had dreamed of his lips on mine for what seemed like forever, and finally it was coming true. His tongue pushed past my teeth, exploring my mouth, and I wanted to faint.

We made out like mad, snogging furiously. "Let's go in the sitting room," I gasped. I stood up and His hands pushed my robe off my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor. I stood naked before him and basked in the admiration I saw.

I took his hand and pulled him to the settee. I sat down and George knelt before me. Shamelessly, I opened my legs. "Please," I begged.

And then it happened. He bowed his head and his mouth was on me. This tongue driving me wild. After a few minutes he looked up at me with the widest grin. "I've always wanted a taste!" His face was wet, and he wiped his chin with his sleeve.

I'd never had a boy do that. I threw the afghan from the settee on the floor and laid down. I watched as George stood up snd took off his clothes. He was skinny but my goodness, his throbber was huge. It stood straight up and I couldn't wait to feel it inside of me. I stared as he struggled to put on a johnny . Then there he was between my legs, guiding himself in. I was dripping wet and he slid in without effort.

"Oh!" We both moaned, and then we laughed. "You feel so good, girl."

"Fuck me, George," and like only a young man can, he enthusiastically pounded away. I put my legs around his waist and went for a wild ride, his hips banging into mine. My pussy was stretched wide and his cock filled it. When he came, he groaned and fell on top of me.

Then he covered my face with kisses and rolled off and laid next to me, holding me close.

"That was my first time," he stammered softly.

I hugged him tightly. "It was my first time, too," I admitted. I was thrilled. It was all I hoped for.

But it wouldn't be our last. For the few months that he worked at Blacklers, we learned how to make the other person feel good. Nothing was out of bounds. I might not have had an orgasm the first time, but even as a young man, George was a generous lover. As they say, practice makes perfect. We knew every inch of each other. He always left me contented and satisfied.

I knew it wouldn't last because music was George's future, and all he thought about. He was never meant to be an electrician. When we weren't making love, he was showing me the new chords he'd learned, or playing a tune he'd written.

Years later, I laughed reading how he'd given up his virginity to a woman in Hamburg. That was our George. He'd never kiss and tell. My virtue was safe and no one ever knew about our sweet days of bliss when we both learned the art of loving.

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