he was 17, you were 18. the two of you had been seeing each other for about a few months now, and things between the two of you were only getting steamier by the second. on this particular day, paul's 18th birthday, the two of you were sitting up in his bedroom as his parents and siblings remained downstairs.
he glanced over at you, and you at him, before he uttered these words to you, "i want you to give me a handjob (y/n)."
you glanced over at him with widened eyes, "are you sure? your family's downstairs." you panicked.
"i'm sure babe." he winked.
you blushed and watched as he unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out, gazing at you with a slight smirk. your face reddened immensely while you wrapped your hand around his sensitivity.
"f-fuck." he trembled, tipping his head back softly. you lightly tugged his meat, as he stifled a moan. you blushed watching his face contort as he begged for you to move faster.
you did as he said as paul moaned a bit too loud. you frantically pulled away, "james paul mccartney! you need to lower your voice or else we'll get caught."
he laughed, leaning in to kiss you gently, "i'm sorry (y/n). it just feels so good."
"i'm glad but i don't want us getting in trouble." you replied, starting up again. he moaned lowly as you did too.
the two of you made out while you sped up. he grunted and groaned releasing in your hand. you blushed, cleaning him up as you both went downstairs to continue celebrating his birthday.
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the beatles imagines
Randomjust a great big book of imagines of our four favorite mop top boys!! there will be sad ones smutty ones fluffy ones horrific ones anything basically
