Imagine... The Beatles

Relaxation Is Key

Paul Imagine :||

Relaxation is all you want right now.

(And yes, this shall be smutty!)

You opened the door to your house, and smelt Coconut. Your favorite scent. You heard Love Me Tender playing, by Elvis Presley. Paul wasn't supposed to be home till 7:30. Did you leave music on?

You walked into the bathroom to find rose petals sprinkled everywhere, a record player, Champagne, Coconut Candles, and Paul, sitting in a Citrus bubble bath. "Hello, darling. Care to join me?" he ask. You nod, and start pulling your clothes off.

Paul smirked as you climbed into the tub. You sighed, and leaned against him. He kisses your forehead. Paul takes some body wash, and squirts it on his hand. "Stand up, love." he growls in your ear.

You obey him, and stand up. Paul stands up as well, and starts rubbing the body wash on you. He stops at your breast, and fondles them. You gasp, as your knees feel weak. "We like that?" Paul ask. You nod, as Paul sucks on one of your nipples.

"Oh! Paul ! Please!" you moan out. He chuckles, and moves his hands down to your clit. He rubs your clit, as you moan his name. "Sit back down." he says, as you both sit. Paul crawls in between your legs, and rubs your thighs.

You moan, and start grinding against his chest. "Pauly! Please! F-fuck me!" you scream, as Paul smirks. "Not so fast." he says, lowering his head down. "What are you---OH FUCK!" you scream as Paul sucks on your folds.

"Pauly! Oh shit, babe! I'm so close!" you scream, as you cum in his mouth. He licks his lips, and thrust in to you. You whimper at the pain, but it soon turns to pleasure. Paul is screaming your name, and you're screaming his.

"PAULY!"

"Y/N!"

He fills you up, and takes a few more thrust, before collapsing. "That was relaxing, wasn't it?"

The End.
Dedicated to Pauls_Blackbird , who writes the most AMAZING Macca smuts, like omg! Anyway, please Vote and Comment! I loves you all! Beatles!