the beatles imagines

three cool cats (paul)

it was a windy day and you were in bed listening to some music. three cool cats by the beatles to be exact, and even though george was lead singer on this track, you couldn't help but hear paul in the background. you started to blush as you waited for him to come home.

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a few hours later he came home to find you in the kitchen blasting the song from earlier, swinging your hips to it. he hummed at the lovely sight as he walked up behind you, grasping your hips, "mmm hello (y/n), how is my baby?"

"mmm hello baby. i'm good. just listening to this song i can't get enough of. george did a great job, but you on lead would have been hotter." you blushed as paul giggled,

"yeah? you think?" he smirked. you blushed with a nod as paul kissed you hungrily. you kissed him back with just as much need, as he placed you on the countertop.

"ohh paulie not here." you giggled, pushing him away a bit.

"come on (y/n)! we never do it in the kitchen." he whined, attaching his lips to your neck. you sighed out as you gave in.

"mmm ok." you moaned as paul began unbuttoning your blouse, your chest becoming visible to him. he spent some time peppering them with kisses as he leaned over shutting the song off.

"don't need you thinking of george while we're doing this." he chuckled as you blushed,

"never in a million years babe. i don't want him, i want you. i don't love george. i love you." you replied as paul laughed, completely undressing you as he pulled his pants and boxers down, inserting you quickly.

"ohhhhh." you moaned out of relief as paul rocked his need further and further into you,

"fuckkkk." he groaned against your skin, speeding up. he hit all of your spots as you grasped the corner of the counter, tipping your head back.

"ohhhhh!" you bellowed, "fuck paul!"

"mmmm babe." he moaned, continuing as he came hard. you came too as the both of you messily made out, before cleaning up and eating dinner.