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givemequeen · 1 year

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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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abbyrd · 2 years

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All My Loving ~

Paul McCartney x reader

Request: omg could you do a teddy paul smut with lots of fluff at the beginning? just freaking teddy paul omg 😩

A/N: I’m so happy you requested this, anon! Thank you. Teddy Paul is literally so awesome 😊. This is my first time writing smut so it might be bad, but I am excited to write it. Please, enjoy! <3

Word Count: 588

Warning(s): Smut.

Smut ahead…

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James Paul McCartney. He was so charming, and completely drop-dead gorgeous. Everybody was in love with him. But you. You were lucky enough to love him and have him proudly admit that he loved you back.

You felt infinitely apprehensive as you laid there, your clothes in a pile on the floor. Paul was kissing your neck but you weren’t paying attention, you were lost in thought. He noticed, and he pulled away.

“You alright, angel?” He asked, hovering above you. You looked up at him and nodded, putting on a smile to conceal how timid you felt. He frowned, “Are you sure? You look like something’s on your mind.”

You looked away, dropping the facade, “I’m a virgin, Paul. I’m just…nervous and I’m trying not to act like it because I don’t wanna kill the mood or anything, and, just…” the train of thought ended short, you stopped yourself from rambling on for too long, and let out a sigh.

You couldn’t really read his expression, and you stopped trying to once he chuckled. He pecked you on the cheek, “Love,” he put a hand on the side of your face, caressing your cheek, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“But I want to, I really do. It’s just nerves, and I’ll get over it.” You replied, looking into his pretty brown eyes. You felt better, the corners of your mouth curving up into a warm smile. To his surprise, you flipped you both over, and you began tickling his sides.

He erupted in laughter, and you did too, big grins on both of your faces. You kept tickling him, and he was pleading for you to stop.

It was very sudden, but something in you awoke. This moment was so intimate, and you were both vulnerable and off-guard. You stopped tickling him, and leaned in, attaching your lips to his neck. And he shuddered. (And you thought it was so freaking hot, because who wouldn’t?)

You straddled him, looking down at him with lustful eyes. “Ready?” You asked, lining him up with your entrance.

He chuckled, “Yes, but are you ready, love?” You responded with a nod, grabbing one of his hands and holding it for a sense of security.

You sunk down, biting your lip. There was slight discomfort and pain but it subsided and you began rocking your hips.

The pleasure was indescribable. All of your nervousness had seemed to vanish in the haze. He muttered praises to you, one hand gripping your hip, the other holding on tightly to yours.

You sped up as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax. You looked down at him, admiring everything about him. God, were you lucky to have a man like Paul.

It wasn’t long before you had a mind-numbing orgasm. Your head tipping back, mouth hung open letting out lewd sounds, your movements faltering.

Your walls clenched around him, and that sent him over the edge. He twitched inside you, and you slid off of him, and he came on your stomach. You fell beside him, panting slightly.

You had a dazed look on your face as you came down from your high, “I love ya, Paulie.” You said, squeezing his hand.

He kissed you on the cheek and laid there with you for a small bit and then got up to go get a towel to clean up. You giggled and smiled, gazing up at the ceiling.

You can’t even imagine how life would be without Paul. He’s the boy who you’ll gladly give all your loving to.

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#paul mccartney x reader #the beatles x reader

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ourladylennon · 3 years

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hii love your blog, can you please recommend me some good mclennon fanfics based on hamburg years? maybe with paul jealous of john/stu? thank you very much

Thanks sweetness!

I'm going to do my best to remember Hamburg era fics, but opening this to others to recommend if you know any!!! Especially since I haven't added too many fics to my repertoire, so sorry if I sound like a broken record <3

Some of these are not explicitly teddy boy, but are still "Hamburg" era/young adult/leather-clad/Teddy Boy implied. The ones more towards the top are the closest to what I think you're looking for, the further down it goes, the less on point but still in the same realm. Can't say all of these fulfill the jealous mark, but did my best. The first three are MUST reads if you haven't already. Hope you like!

Boy, You've Been a Naughty Girl by merseysidestory | length: 40,000+ | “John makes Paul a bet. Paul takes him up on it. Crossdressing shenanigans and angst ensue, and ~feelings come out in the wash. 1961.”

Camera-less by @fingersfallingupwards | length: >10,000 | “The words register and Paul barely keeps back an incredulous laugh. Is Lennon…is he really trying it on with Paul? There’s no hiding the implication; it’s the same way Paul’s approached whores on the street, thriving on the ignominy of it all. Lennon must be taking the piss. If he is having Paul on, well, two can play at that game.”

Whatever Gets you Through the Night by sleeprettydarling | length: <10,000 | “When John catches wind of a prostitute in Hamburg who’s willing to do two blokes at once, he and Paul agree to pay her a visit. John has an ulterior motive, but he’s unaware that Paul has a plan of his own. Misunderstandings, feelings, and an abundance of sex ensue.”

What You're Doing to Me by @mclennonsmotheredinrelish | length: >10,000 | “John’s not sure what is going on. Since arriving in Hamburg, the sex and parties are non-stop, yet he can’t shake this growing feeling there is something going on with him and Paul. Is it the sin of the city? Or has John found a void within that is looking for it’s missing piece?”

French Connection by smothermeinrelish & unchained_daisychain | *warning: taboo with consent* | length: <10,000 | “Running low on funds during their holiday in Paris, John and Paul have to find some way to finance the rest of their trip. A wealthy stranger approaches them with an offer impossible to refuse.”

All the Pretty Boys by @unchaineddaisychain | length: <10,000 | "Some parts of Hamburg are far from pretty, but trust John Lennon to find beauty hidden amongst the debauchery of the city. Every night there’s a new boy and every new boy is one feature closer to resembling Paul, who simply doesn’t know how to cope with the fact that he isn’t one of them."

Blood, Sweat, and Tears by unchained_daisychain

Everything's Different in Germany by unchained_daisychain | >5,000 | "On their first trip to Hamburg, John and Paul accidentally get their hands on a gay porn magazine. Naturally, smut ensues...."

Bright are the Stars, Dark is the Night by unchained_daisychain | *warning: taboo with consent* | (AU but John is a teddy boy) | length: <10,000 | “John can never recall precisely when the feelings arose. In the beginning, he had despised another figure of authority in his life, even if by association. Neatly kept and well-spoken, Mr. McCartney had seemed just that, too. From the very start, John had tried to break him down…only to later realize he was the one crumbling to pieces.”

Lifting Latches/Sending Postcards by thinkpink20 | length: <10,000 | “Paul is used to talking about everything with John. About girls, sex, fantasies about Bridget Bardot- everything. They even talk about Mary and Julia, when they’ve had enough to drink. He doesn’t talk like that to anyone else, and he senses from the way John speaks in such a rush about all the important things that he doesn’t either. So when something happens that they don’t speak about, he knows it must be serious.”/OR: Paul and John swap t-shirts, and also somehow change the nature of their relationship…”

Magical Mystery Smut Month series, Day 14: Foot Fetish by @imaginebeatles | >10,000 | "For years now, John has had feelings for his best friend. Sharing a single bed with him after having had a couple of beers, however, offers some opportunities that work out better John ever could have hoped for."

#fic recs #asks #happy reading!#<33 #teddy boys #also dont forget the fic i plug every single time someone asks me.....METERED #it technically starts with leathered up teddy boys...so technically.................#feel free to plug your own if you have something that fits and see this!!!#there are so many fics i havent found or read yet

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asphalt-cocktail · 3 years

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reader is in a secret relationship with John and while she’s home alone John comes over, it ends with them making out on her couch and she starts choking him and it gets 🔥✨heated✨🔥 and she straddles him and doms the fUCK outta him and her parents walk in and see them and are like😳🧍‍♀️

Ohhohohohoh I love this. We Stan sub John in this house I’m going to change it up a bit tho. George walks in on them instead and Paul suffers second hand embarrassment

WARNING: dom/sub dynamic, smut, choking, hair pulling, being walked in on, McCartney!reader

Privacy wasn’t the first thing that came in mind as you and John desperately tried to be quiet in the small back room of the cinema he was staying in while in Hamburg.

You’d told people people you were going to Hamburg to visit your brother, Paul, but there was more to that story. You had gone to visit Paul but you also missed John, but that was the big secret. You and John had been secretly together now for almost a full year and hadn’t told anyone. At first it didn’t dawn on you, but then the realization of dating your brothers best friend settled in and you both agreed that Paul would kill John if he ever found out.

John leaned on the back wall of the small twin bed as you straddled him, his hands firmly secured to your hips as the two of you clung to eachother. Your mouths feverishly kissed, all thoughts of poise now out the window. It was a messy collision of tongue and teeth.

Your fingers found themselves laced in johns hair moving through the thick locks that were gummy with styling grease; you grabbed a fist full and pulled. Johns head jolted to the side and he moaned loudly.

Your tough teddy boy was an absolute mess as you both scrambled to take your cloths off and toss them messily about the room. You laid back with your knees up and John settled between them, burying his head between your thighs. He kissed up the sides of the soft plush skin that surrounded his head before he reached the spot he’d been looking for.

You squirmed with anticipation, feeling his hit breath brushing against your skin. Johns tongue darted kit, licking a flat stripe up your wet pussy before he lewdly sucked on your clit. You hummed, feeling his arms wrap securely around your thighs and buried your fingers in his hand. His long thick fingers easily slipped inside and he began pumping them in and out, curling them against your walls and brushing his finger pads against them while he continued to suck and lick at your clit.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your mind began to wander. A part of you knew that John was sleeping with other women while away to Hamburg and a part of you knew you should have been upset but you found that your mind went elsewhere. The thought of Johns face buried between the legs of some nameless bird caused your stomach to clench with arousal.

In a messy tangle of limbs you managed to get John on his back. You were aware you didn’t have much time before George and Paul would drunkenly stumble back from the club but right now that didn’t matter to you. You positioned yourself over John and wasted no time sliding down onto him. You began to move your hips slowly, teasing him, pullling all the way out and sliding all the way down. You loved watching Johns eyes hazily stare at you as he tried to focus through the cloud of lust that has fogged over.

Your fingers ran alongside his jaw and John shivered craning his neck back, “please,” he sighed.

You smirked, “please what?” You asked rubbing your hand along his neck. While you knew he was fucking random birds, you knew there was one thing that only you could do.

John bucked his hips against yours, “choke me please” he whined and desperately craned his head back, exposing his neck.

You ran your hands along his neck as you hips stilled, “look at you,” you hummed sprawling your fingers over his neck, “you’re such a little slut begging for me to choke you, aren’t you?” You asked in a cruel mocking tone

John swallowed thickly and gripped your hips tight in his hands, “fuck, please I want it so bad.” He whined.

You smiled, watching Johns eyes plead up at you, “come on,” you said and tapped the rusty head board bars with your hand, “arms up”

John nodded his head and gripped the bare tightly with one hand while his other settled on your wrist, reminding you that John had all the control here. Your hips began to move once more, sliding up and down before you tightened your fingers and applied pressure to Johns throat.

John grunted and his brows knit together, “tighter,” he said in a strained voice and squeezed your wrist.

You happily obliged, squeezing tighter. Johns stilled his hips and his hand gripped the bar of the headboard tightly, you watched the muscles of his arm flex and unflex, and watched as the rosiness from his cheeks spread across his face. As Johns eyes began to water he squeezed your wrist and you let go, watching as he gasped and tried to regain his breath.

“More,” he greedily whined.

You applied more pressure to his throat and moaned feeling his cock sliding in and out of you as you rode him, “you like it when I choke you?” You asked.

Johns face contorted with pleasure and he struggled to nod his head, “harder,” he choked out in a strained voice and pulled at your wrist.

You gripped him harder until he squeezed your wrist and you let go, John gasped “fuck,” he coughed out with tears running down his face, his eyes struggled to focus on you, and his head foggy with pleasure snd lack of oxygen. John placed your hand back on his neck snd you gripped him again with force, feeling his thighs clenching as he tried to desperately not to finish.

Johns eyes fluttered shut and his mouth lewdly hung open, “you gonna come for me baby?” You asked your hips slapping against his. John didn’t answer, you suspected he was too lost in his own hazy world, “fuck,” you sighed, “are you gonna come inside me?” You asked grinding your hips down, “Come on Johnny, you’re such a good boy, letting me fuck you like this.” You babbled as you too were soon lost in your own little world, the filter than ran from your brain to your mouth almost fully disconnected.

You could feel Johns jaw clench before it opened and he let out a strangled groaning gasp as you let go of his throat at the perfect second and he spilled inside you. His arms wrapped around you snd pulled you flush against his chest as he continued to pump his hips into you, yelling out a string of profanity.

You kissed all over his face and rubbed your hands along his neck, “you did so good, baby” you said between kisses, “you’re such a good boy.” Suddenly you froze, realizing the door had open and close. “Did you hear the door open?” You asked trying to get off John.

John securely wrapped his arms around you and prevented you from moving, “who fucking cares if we did. just stay here a minute, yeah?” He said, his words sounding lazy and drunk as he spoke and buried his face into your neck.

You laid there with John, feeling him soften inside you and tried to enjoy your post coital cuddling but you found yourself distracted. Did someone open the door? Who opened it? You silently prayed Paul hadn’t and it had been Stu or George. “Shut up.” John grunted in the silence

“I didn’t say anything” you said looking up at him? Frowning.

John looked down at you, his eyes red and tear stained, “you’re thinking too loud. Sounds like a bleeding circus in here.” He joked.

“Stop I really think someone walked in on us.” You frowned.

John rolled his eyes, “should have paid us for the show he got.” He mumbled before kissing your cheek and moving to get cleaned up.

After the two of you tried to ready yourselves and disguise the sinful acts that were committed in a few short minutes earlier you walked out from the back room and sighed in relief when you noticed no one there.

“See no ones here, probably a ghost.” John joked, now back in his leathers with his pair perfectly combed.

You made the shirt walk back to the club sti unsure of yourself, but your questions were soon answered when you saw Paul’s face immediately turn red when he saw the ou walking back in, John following a shirt while after so as to not rouse suspicion. It wasn’t the same drunken red splotches he would get after drinking too much.

No.

This was a red that spread from his neck, to the tips of his ears and practically made him glow. It was embarrassment.

The way George, Pete, and Stu practically screamed, doubled over with laughter also confirmed it.

“Oh my god.” You buried your face in your hands and had hoped you would simply disappear into the background, melt into the sticky beer stained floor, be gone forever.

Johns face also turned red, but instead of embarrassment it was from anger, “will you lot shut your traps.” He hissed walking towards them.

You followed John, keeping your head low and avoiding Paul’s gaze, it helped because he was also avoiding you. You knew the boys were desperately holding back smart ass comments, for fear of not only Paul’s wrath but also John’s.

After they quieted down and the drinks started flowing you still tried to maintain the appearance that you and John weren’t together, maybe it was all a misunderstanding, maybe no one had walked in on you choking the life out of John Lennon.

Paul was the first to break the silence between the two of you, it didn’t surprise you “why John? Of all people.” He whined covering his face with his hands once again.

Embarrassment once again covered your face, “what do you mean?” You asked trying to lie unsuccessfully.

“Oh come on, George walked in on you two and came back and told everyone.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “oh thank god I thought it was you.” You let out a puff of air. “I don’t think I’d be able to live if you saw anything.”

Paul rolled his eyes, “I’d have to cut me eyes out.” The two of you nodded in agreement, “just be careful with John, yeah he’s a lot to handle.”

You pursed your lips, “I thought you were going to kill him you know?” You said honestly looking over at John who was talking with Stu and George.

Paul frowned, “I might still.” He answered honestly, “not right now though, only if things go bad.” Paul said and pulled you into a side hug

You leaned your head on Paul’s shoulder and laughed at Paul’s comment before the two of you began to walk back toward the trio of men.

“What’s it feel like?” You heard George ask

They were unaware of your and Paul’s presence as you approached.

“What? gettin choked?” John asked causing Paul to choke on and spit out his drink, his face once again turning red, “it’s nice, feels like you’re floating but you can’t let just any bird do it, you’ve got to have trust built.”

You didn’t know if you felt warm from the embarrassment or warm from Johns kind words. You came up to John and buried your face in his back as you wrapped your arms around him. John turned to the side and shifted, sliding his arm protectively around your waste and moving you to his side, “Georgie is paying us for the peep show he got earlier, isn’t that right George?” John asked narrowing his eyes at the younger man.

#ac asks #smut #john lennon x reader #anon

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lennonsprincess · 4 years

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could you do one where teenage john and paul have having sex at either john house or paul’s house and mimi or jim walk in on them and then they have like “the talk” i love you writing!💕

Thank you I love this request!

This ones a bit long ;)

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*smut, a bit of fluff, and a tinie tiny bit of angst*

John/Paul

John and Paul stumble into Paul’s room, already ripping each other’s clothes off. Both of them are breathing heavily, as their hearts beat fast with adrenaline and arousal. They feel as though they have never wanted each other more then this moment, each boy wanting nothing more than to pleasure the other. John pins Paul against the wall as he kisses up his neck, smoothly running his fingers down Paul’s torso to grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head. John throws Paul’s shirt onto the floor, then backs off of Paul to desperately rip off his own shirt.

“God... I need you now.” John nearly growls, as he grabs Paul by the waist and throws him onto the bed.

“Then have me.” Paul says cheekily, looking up from the bed at John, who basically jumps onto him at those words.

“Oh I will...” John replies with a smirk, continuing to attack Paul’s neck with kisses. Paul felt John’s clothed erection rub against his thigh as John trailed his kisses down to Paul’s chest and stomach, making Paul giggle at the tickling sensation.

“C’mon Johnny. Get on with it.” Paul says in between giggles, while hitting John’s shoulder.

“Alright then, princess.” John replies, looking up from Paul’s stomach and movie his hands down to unbutton Paul’s pants.

“Where’s the stuff?” John asks after taking off Paul’s pants.

“Same place as always.” Paul says. Once John turns around to open Paul’s bedside table drawer, Paul slips off his underwear and lifts up his legs, wanting to give John a pleasant surprise when he turns around. John quickly grabs the bottle of lube from the drawer and turns back toward Paul.

“Oh baby...” John nearly moans at the sight in front of him. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.”

John quickly takes off his pants and joins Paul on the bed. John feels as though his cock is going to burst out of his boxers.

“Mmm look at you.” Paul whimpers, squeezing John’s cock through his boxers. “Please hurry, Johnny. I need it inside me.”

“Patience, kitten.” John mumbles, trying to hold himself together. “I still need to prep you.”

Paul whines at that and spreads his legs wide, clenching his hole to try and make John lose control. John pretends not to see Paul’s movements, and lathers his fingers up with lube. He slowly brings his fingers down to Pauls hole, circling the rim of it before pushing in completely.

“Mmm...” Paul moans, closing his eyes at the familiar feeling of being stretched.

“God, you’re still so tight Paulie... after all these times. I don’t know how you do it.” John groans, pumping his finger in and out, soon adding a second.

“I don’t know either...” Paul mumbles. “Because I’ve been fingering myself nearly everyday... I wanna be loose so one day you can just slide in without prepping me.”

“Oh god... baby.” John moans as he feels his dick twitch at Paul’s words. “Have you really been doing it every day?” He continues, adding in a third finger as Paul starts to reply.

“Yeah mM! Yesterday...” Paul starts to giggle “My da’ nearly walked in on me.”

John’s eyes widen at the mention of his dad, quickly pulling his fingers out of Paul. Paul makes a squeaking noise at the loss of John’s fingers.

“Oh sorry...” John says, slowly pulling his underwear down and revealing his huge erection. John thinks for a moment.

“Where’s your old man now?” John asks, lining his dick up with Paul’s hole.

“Mm I don’t know he’s gone out somewhere...” Paul says dismissively, pushing his ass up against John’s cock. “Please... mm just put it in.”

“As you wish...” John says in a posh accent, which in any other circumstance would make Paul roll his eyes, but right now Paul was far too desperate to show any other emotion except arousal.

John quickly pushes into Paul, finding his prostate almost right away.

“Mm Johnny! That’s it.” Paul moans. “C’mon faster!”

Paul rocks up to meet John’s thrusts, wanting to be absolutely destroyed. John looks down at Paul, as he feels his heels dig into his back. John picks up his pace, bringing a hand down to Paul’s chest to press him into the bed, as he slams into him.

“Oh, oh, oh! J-John!” Paul’s voice is shaky. John’s thrusts are moving his entire body.

“Mmm... you like that don’t you baby... god you’re so tight.” John groans, feeling Paul clench around him.

“Mmm yess... ah, ah! Y-your so big... I feel like I’m coming apart!” Paul basically screams.

“Yes that’s it baby... scream. I love it when you scream my name.” John moans, suddenly feeling Paul’s body tense beneath him. John feels his orgasm creeping up on him so he speeds up his thrust. “I’m about to come baby...mm” John groans, not noticing Paul’s lack of response.

“J-John...s-stop.” Paul whispers, weakly hitting John on the back. John doesn’t hear him.

“Oh baby!” John moans, as he releases his hot cum into Paul. Almost crumbling on top of Paul before Paul stops him.

John looks at Paul and notices his worried face. John quickly pulls out of Paul, praying to god that he didn’t hurt him.

“A-are you o-“ John starts, but is quickly interrupted by Paul pointing behind him. John quickly looks behind him, and he’s sure his heart stops when he see’s what Paul was worried about.

There in the doorway stands Paul’s dad, Jim McCartney. John’s first instinct is to cover himself up, but he quickly realizes that is the least of his worries.

“Put your clothes on and meet me in the living room, boys.” Jim says, quickly shutting the door and walking downstairs.

Paul quickly jumps out from under John and starts to pace around the room.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Paul mutters quickly, putting his hands to his head. John cringes as he sees his cum start to drip out from Paul’s ass.

“He’s going to fucking kill me... he’s going to kill us! Oh my god, what are we going to do?” Paul panics. He looks over at John who is still sitting on the bed, thinking of what to say.

“I- oh god...” John says, suddenly realizing how bad this situation is. Paul’s dad just caught Paul getting fucked by a no good teddy boy that he never even liked to begin with. He could send them both to jail! It was illegal after all. “Well... he didn’t seem that mad...” John said, ignoring all of his bad thoughts.

“John! What do you think is gonna happen when we go down stairs?” Paul nearly yells, slipping on his underwear and pants.

“Woah, you’re actually gonna down there?!” John says with wide eyes, watching as Paul slips on the rest of his clothes.

“Yes! We’re both going down there, John! He’s gonna find us eventually so let’s get it over with now.” Paul says throwing John’s clothes at him.

John watches his clothes fall on the bed.

“But Paul-“

“Come on!”

John quickly gets his clothes on and follows Paul down the stairs, his heart beating fast. He has no idea what’s going to happen downstairs, but he’s almost positive it won’t be good.

Paul and John enter the living room, avoiding eye contact with Jim as they sat themselves on the couch across from him.

“So what the fuck was that?” Jim speaks first, his words coming through louder than his tone.

“Dad I’m so sorry you had to see that... we didn’t want you to find out that way.” Paul says looking up at his dad, his voice shaking.

“Find out what?” Jim says, more of a statement than a question.

“That we’re...” Paul looks over at John for help.

“Together.” John finishes, grabbing on to Paul’s hand. It took nearly every nerve in John’s body to do that, but after he did, he had never felt more free. “Yeah... together.”

John continues. “Paul and I are in a relationship... and I know you probably think it’s wrong, and I know the world thinks it wrong but... fuck the world... it’s fucking love for Christ’s sake. Why is it wrong?”

John looks over at Paul, who seems to be smiling at him.

“John’s right... y’know.” Paul says to Jim. “I know what you saw up there was something you never wanted to see... and you’re probably furious, and think that... we’re just a couple of no good queers that just fuck around, but we’re not. We love each other. And you might think just we’re young, and crazy, and that we don’t know what love is, but god, if this isn’t love... than I can’t believe that love exists.”

Jim looks at Paul, completely stunned by his words, thinking of something to say next.

“Well then...” Jim says quietly. “When I saw you two up there, I honestly didn’t know what to think. I came downstairs with the mindset of setting things straight, but now I don’t even know what that is.”

John squeezes Paul’s hand, causing Paul to look at John with small smile. Jim noticed the small interaction.

“I don’t know what it is,” Jim continues. “but for some reason I can tell that you two do love each other, but if I were to tell myself yesterday, that I would walk in on bad boy Lennon... screwing... my son, I believe that I would sadly turn you in...”

John and Paul’s smiles fade.

“But now that I know how much you mean to each other, I would have to be a monster to do that.”

They couldn’t believe it. Paul’s dad basically said he approved their relationship.

“Oh my god... dad thank you so much... you have no idea how much this mean-“ Paul is cut off.

“Now just because I said this was okay, doesn’t mean the rest of the world does. You two have to be very careful, because if somebody sees you two acting suspicious they won’t hesitate to report you. It’s a cruel world out there, and I want you two be safe.”

“Don’t worry, sir. We won’t ever make this public...” John replies.

“I also never want to walk in on that ever again... so please if you woul-“

“Yeah don’t worry dad, I think we’ve learned our lesson.” Paul quickly says.

“Yeah we’ll just move the party to my house.” John jokes, earning a glare and a hit on the shoulder from Paul.

“Okay... well you boys are free to go. Please be careful, I would hate for anything to happen to you.” Jim says, getting up from his chair.

“Thank you so much dad...” Paul says, walking towards his dad with open arms, ready for a hug.

“Um... maybe wash up first.” Jim says hesitantly, denying the hug with his arm. John laughs at that, and takes Paul’s by the arm to lead him out of the living room. They both have never felt more relieved in their entire lives.

#mclennon #john/paul #mclennon fanfic #mclennon smut #john lennon #paul mccartney #the beatles #fanfiction #requests #smut #fluff #angst

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quinnallerton · 4 years

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Do you have any recs for good teddy mclennon fics? I feel like I’ve read everything I can but I’m pretty sure there’s stuff I’ve missed. It can be smut or not 😋

Ooooh, ThinkPink on Ao3 is still my favorite!

I still use this Link frequently, it’s trial & error sometimes, but THOUSANDS of McLennon fics in one place is a great place to start!

Happy Hunting!!!

P.S. Teddy Boy McLennon is my favorite too!!! Xo

I mean.....

#mclennon #teddy mclennon #fan fiction #mclennon fanfic recs #anons still welcome #i love my anons

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beatlevmania · 5 years

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Beatles Masterlist

Created 7/22/19

A few disclaimers! First, everything I write is ‘reader x beatle’. So, no mclennon, starrison, etc! Also, everything is female reader! I write fluff, angst, NO SMUT. ok I think that’s it, enjoy, loves! And request anything you’d like to see!

Headcannons

Beatles comforting you after a nightmare

Beatles x reader at the movies

Beatles reacting to reader in the hospital

First kisses with the Beatles

Dating the teddy Beatles in general (this one is longgg lmao)

Ringo Starr

Showing you off in front of the boys

Bedsharing with Ringo

I Think I Want To Marry You (Ringo proposing)

Scenes from a Liverpool Restaraunt (meeting ringo’s parents)

American!Reader x Ringo Date (Ringo and reader imitating each others accents its basically a crackfic)

John Lennon

Run for your life (Johnny fights a guy for you)

Best friend (PART ONE)

Best friend (PART TWO)

Hold Me Tight (John’s has a hard day at the studio)

Honey pie (kitchen/baking fluff)

George Harrison

Naturally (first time george seeing you without makeup)

In love with the assistant

Baby it’s you (PART ONE)

Here comes the sun (George and your newborn)

He’s in love with me (studio fluff with geo)

Rain (rainy night with Geo)

No matter what (angst and fluff)

Paul McCartney

sick day (Paul takes care of you when you’re sick)

Golden slumbers (morning fluff with Paulie)

Spin the bottle (hate to love storyline)

Autumn (fall fluff to give you those fall vibes)

#masterlist #writing

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fiesta-freddie · 5 years

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Masterlist

Hello lovely humans! Welcome to my Masterlist! Here is where you’ll find all the works I’ve done so far. The most recent fics will be at the top of a list and the older ones will be towards the bottom. Enjoy!

[F] - Fluff

{S} -Smut

(A) - Angst

John Lennon

Soft Shoulder (Slight NSFW)

Tickle me pink [F]

Rainy Days and Mondays [F]

Cuddly John (headcanon) [F]

I’ve got you (Pt 1) (Pt 2)

Call it what you want (Pt 1) (Pt 2) (Pt 3)

Paul McCartney

Faded Dreams (A)

L-O-V-E

Good day Sunshine [F]

December Nights (Pauls POV)

George Harrison

Pumpkin Carving Hcs

I’ve got my mind set on you (A)

Georges Biscuits

Love in Disguise - (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) -On Hiatus

Ringo Starr

Leather Jacket

Autumn days

Jealous Ringo

Headcannons

Pumpkin Carving w/ George

Leather Jacket

Finding out you play piano

Cuddly John [F]

Comforting you when you have a nightmare [F]

Making you feel better when your sick [F]

Reacting to their cartoon versions

Finding out your pregnant

Teaching you to play an instrument

Series

George Harrison, Love in Disguise - You’ve just moved to London for college. But your current job as a barista doesn’t exactly get you by. Your friend Archie has an idea to put a little extra cash in your pocket, but are you willing to follow through with it? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) -On Hiatus

John Lennon, Call It What You Want - The Teddy Boy gang. Nobody really likes them do they? Sure they’re all attractive and they could easily get any girl they want. But what happens when a one time run in turns into more than just that and a particular Teddy Boy starts falling for you? What if you feel the same way? (Pt 1) (Pt 2) (Pt 3) [completed]

#the beatles #john lennon #george harrison #paul mccartney #ringo starr #masterlist #john lennon x reader #george harrison x reader #paul mccartney x reader #ringo starr x reader

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givemequeen · 5 years

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the beatles reacting to you having kids

request: Okay this might be specific but how about all the Beatles as Teddy boys and reader is pregnant and goes into labor and they all freak out and also like would all of them be in the room when the baby is born? You can decide what the baby's gender is. Only if you want to of course!🌸💜 a/n: ok so i had no idea if you meant the reader’s kid’s parent is someone else or one of the beatles and i also didn’t know if you wanted like individuals so i just did what i did: pairing: each beatle x reader summary: teddy boy!beatles with their partners giving birth warnings: child birth? nothing too graphic, mentions of losing a child year: early 60s when they were still teddy boys word count: 818

Paul

was so fucking excited

nearly cried when you told him (he cried)

would spend hours just laying in bed with you, playing with your hands, rubbing your belly and thinking of baby names

you two bought your first flat once you found out (he couldn’t live with the guys and have a kid)

you thought he wouldn’t be too happy ‘cause things were going too fast and he thought the same

neither of you are scarred

that is until your water breaks

you are surprisingly not worried

you were at his old place with George, John and Ringo

“hey guys, can we go to the hospital? my water just broke.”

paul fucking jumps from his spot and they all go into Panic Mode™

finally you get in the car

George goes to your place to get your bag and then goes to meet you in the hospital

Ringo drives cause Paul is about to cry and John still refuses to wear his glasses

there isn’t any complications

you’re kinda like “oh well, giving birth ig”

and Paul is like “a fucking baby is going to come out your vagina but okay”

it’s a girl

you name her after Mary after his mother and that’s the last straw

he fucking starts crying

loves both of you so much

all the guys take turns

John doesn’t want to hold the baby because he’s too ‘manly’ for it

cries when you tell him he is the godfather

Ringo

also very excited

you’ve been trying for a while now because you both want to start a family

it was hard at first and you thought you wouldn’t be able to have kids

you didn’t want to go to the doctor because you didn’t want to know the truth

but Ringo finally convinces you (doesn’t pressure you though)

you find out you’re pregnant the morning of the appointment so you cancel it and go out to celebrate

the day you’re going to give birth is the day of one of his gigs

of course they cancel it

you’re both freaking out

for fucks sake a head is coming out of you!

you’re worried in case something goes wrong

but Ringo calms you down, he’s the one who puts on a ‘strong’ front for the sake both of you

he drives to the hospital and holds your hand when you start having contractions

all the guys are in the back of the car helping you out

the baby comes out fine

it’s a Boy!

George is the godfather and is the first one to hold him

you name him after your brother who had unfortunately passed away a couple months prior

John

definitely the most freaked out

it was an accident (of course you’ll never tell the kid that)

but the best accident

at first, it tore you two apart but then John came to his sense

you didn’t get mad at him for acting out, you did as well, you didn’t want to see him because you were mad he didn’t pull out but in reality, you were both just very nervous

your water broke and he took you to the hospital and wore his glasses

he’s freaking out

but the birth is quick and goes smoothly

you named Paul the godfather and you can bet your ass that he cried just as much as the baby

it’s a boy and you name him John after his father which also make him cry

Ringo and George start crying when the other two cry

you’re just laughing because there are four grown men wearing all black and leather crying in front of you

eventually, they calm down and the baby looks just like his father

you used to think that was bullshit because they’re babies! they all look alike

but not little John junior

he’s the spitting image of his father

George

George cried when you told him

it was very hard for both of you because you had lost a baby the previous year

he’s worried sick because he doesn’t want anything to happen to either of you

always there for you

“do you need anything?”

“is it too cold?”

“is the water temperature okay?”

“how’s the food?”

doesn’t get annoying

when you go to the hospital they tell you it has to be a c-section and he’s terrified

what if something goes wrong?

he can’t lose either of you

can’t lose anything baby

or the love of his life

luckily the guys are there for him and they help him and keep him distracted until you come out of the OR

once the baby comes you’re both a crying mess

the guys leave you alone so you can greet yn junior

as soon as George saw it was a girl he knew she had to be named after you

you thought it was cheesy as fuck but oh well

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givemequeen · 5 years

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found it ; paul mccartney x reader

request: For the number thing, 39💕: how about something with teddy boy paul??? i really only see george and john and i also added: paul fingering you in many different angles until he hits a spot that makes you arch your back, open your mouth in ecstasy and your eyes roll back, and he smirks and mutters a little 'found it' in your ear. have fun writing 🤭👀 a/n: so sorry i have not updated in so long :((( and i love that photo of him^^ pairing: teddy!paul x reader summary: teasing Paul and him fingering u lol warnings: smut; fingering year: ‘60? teddy paul in Hamburg word count: 696

You had been throwing glances over your shoulder at your boyfriend during his entire performance. Even though you could not tell, since his bass was covering that area, you could tell his trousers were getting tighter. You winked at him before smirking to yourself and returning to sip on your drink. John looked at his bandmate and furrowed his eyebrow, why was he suddenly so red? He squinted at what Paul had been looking at but saw nothing.

They finally finished their gig, when you heard their music finished you smiled but your smile grew when you heard John talking instead of Paul. Your boyfriend was usually the one to talk to the crowd but because of you and your little act, he wasn’t sure he could trust his voice to do his usual job.

Paul was much quicker than you had anticipated. In no time you felt a hand on your lower back, you were ready to slap the owner of the hand but when you turned around you relaxed. You placed your left hand over your heart and sighed as you calmed down. “Jesus Paulie you scared me.” you laughed, he raised his eyebrow and sat down on the stool next to you.

“What do you think you are doing?” Paul asked you, his voice low and thick. You gulped and smiled sweetly.

“What do you mean?”

“Your little stares, winks, movements...” he trailed off, his eyes landing on your lips. “Follow me.” Paul stood up and you followed him to the changing rooms they had backstage. As soon as the door closed behind you he pressed you against the wall of the room and kissed you. His hands went to your hips pushing you against the wall and not letting you move, not that you tried.

You moaned as his lips left yours and headed south to your neck. Your hands went to grab at his hair, the vibrations coming from his moan made you shiver. “Oh Paul.” you groaned just as his hand slipped into your trousers. He slid his finger inside of you and you nearly collapsed.

“I got you, love,” he assured you as he held your hips. You nodded and your head went back as his fingers got to work. Your moans were low and short and Paul knew he had not found the spot yet but he would not give up. Paul slid his slick fingers in and out, each time going deeper inside of you. His thumb was circling your clit adding more pleasure.

Paul’s lips found your neck, he sucked dark spots onto your neck making you moan a bit louder but it was not enough. He wanted to have you screaming his name. You rolled your hips on his hand and kissed whatever you could find, your hand still slightly pulling his hair. Paul thrust three fingers inside of you and you gasped and you swore out his name. Your back arched pushing against his chest, eyes rolled back and mouth opened in pure ecstasy. He chuckled and looked up to you. “Found it.” he teased.

“I- Fuck,” you said as he kept working at it.

“Now love, do you want me to stop?” Paul asked, his eyes twinkling.

“N-no.” you managed to choke out.

“Why shouldn’t I? Why should I treat you right when you teased me out there? Hmm?” you couldn’t answer Paul’s question, his fingers were still deep inside of you making you roll your eyes back. You got close to your finish, your walls contracted around his fingers and he could tell. “Come on love, let go. Cum for me.”

You did not need to be told twice, just one more touch to your sweet spot made you come undone all over his hand. Paul continued as you moaned out his name, your back arching so much it was no longer touching the wall. Your head was though, it was thrown back as your eyes rolled back and mouth hanged open. Once you were done and your breathing calmed down Paul pulled out his fingers and licked them clean.

“On the couch,” he ordered, you were in for a long night...

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