paul mccartney~ smuts and fluffs

friends with benefits

paul and i had been friends for as long as i can remember. i never thought that our friendship would eventually turn into something else but when the beatles became a huge hit, paul needed someone to distract him from all the madness occurring in his life, someone who reminded him of normality and home.

that's when he turned to me. i never had second thoughts about his suggestion that we become friends with benefits as the thought of helping one of my best friends out whilst having regular sex seemed like a pretty good deal. we only had one rule: no strings attached.

this was never an issue for either of us, it was only paul. i'd never had any romantic attraction to him and the same went for him, he never saw me as someone to have a relationship with.

but as the months went by and we became closer and closer, trusting eachother immensely and knowing eachothers bodies like the back of our hands, i found myself losing interest in anyone else. i had never let our "relationship" get in the way of potential love interests and other people to have fun with, however, i didn't find them interesting anymore.

how could i have let myself start falling for him? i asked myself whilst sprawled out on my bed. i was waiting for paul which would usually be an exciting thought  but recently the idea of him using me for pleasure became less appealing to me. i wanted to share these intimate moments with him not as a distraction but because he genuinely wanted to, because he loved me.

still, i wasn't going to deprive myself of the only
thing close enough, so here i was. suddenly, the doorbell rang causing me to lose my train of thought, jump up quicker than i needed to and make my way downstairs to answer the door.

when my hand reached the handle, i took a deep breath to compse myself before having to face him. finally, i opened the door to reveal paul standing there flashing a smirk at me. before i even had the chance to say hello, he stepped into my house, kicked the door shut behind him and pinned me up against the wall.

without wasting a moment, he crashed his lips into mine whilst cupping my face. instinctively, i started kissing him back earning a hum of approval from him which sent electricity down my spine.

"i...missed you...so...much" he confessed in between kisses. he lifted me up and i took this as a sign to wrap my legs around his waist. never breaking the kiss, he carried me up the stairs and into my room when he gently placed me on the bed.

pulling away from my lips for the first time, he hovered over me and smiled- lust clouding his hazel eyes. i smiled in return but apparently it wasn't convincing enough as his grin morphed into a look of concern.

"what's wrong, do you not want this?" he asked, sitting up and pulling me with him so that i was now placed on his lap while his hands caressed my back comfortingly. i sighed as i decided to tell him about my recent feelings, i figured that it was unfair to keep him in the dark.

"i do i just- i think that- i fucked up." i blurted out, avoiding his gaze of confusion.

"what do you mean you fucked up? what happened?" he asked me softly, lifting my head up so that i was now looking at him.

"we had one rule, paul, one. no strings attached and i went and caught feelings. i'm sorry i know we agreed, i never thought this would happen." i explained to him as i, once again, avoided his gaze. i waited for an answer, for him to end whatever we had and for him to leave, but he didn't speak.

"y/n, look at me." paul whispered. hesitantly, i looked up at him to see that he was smiling. it was my turn to look confused now. his hands made their way into my hair and he pulled my head closer to his, my eyes wide. gently, his lips intertwined with mine as he melted into me. we had shared countless kisses over the past months but none like this. the kiss was slow and loving, not desperate like all of
our others. all previous thoughts were wiped from
my head as the moment we were sharing took up my entire brain.