the beatles imagines

long day (paul)

the night was cold. a storm was on the brink. you had been fighting sleep for the last six hours. what was going on? why were you unable to sleep? all these unanswered questions swam through your mind when you heard your front door opening. it was your long-term boyfriend, paul coming home from a long day at the studio.

"(y/n)!" Paul called out, stomping the snow from his boots off onto the mat at the front door.

"I'm here Paul." You replied, swinging the blankets off. Your slid on your pink bunny slippers, going to the banister. He looked up at you and winked. That fucking wink. It did wonders for you.

"How was the studio?" You asked, leaning forward a bit.

"It was long and tiring, but I'm so glad to be home with you. Were you worried sick?" He raised an eyebrow, taking his coat off. He made his way up the windy staircase as you shook your head.

"You weren't?" He teased, placing his hands on your hips. He pulled you a bit closer to his chest, nuzzling his nose in your long brown hair.

"God, (y/n), I've missed you." He cooed.

"I missed you too Paul." You whispered back.

"Is that so?" He pulled away, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded as he swept in and kissed you. You pressed yourself into him, kissing him back. He rode his hand up your backside, gripping it as he pulled you into the bedroom.

He kicked the door closed, pushing you onto the bed, his large hands riding your (nightgown/nightshirt) up your thighs. "Hmph." He groaned into the crook of your neck.

"Paul." You gasped, submitting yourself to the way he roamed his hands over your body.

"Let me take this off." He rasped, taking your (nightgown/nightshirt) off of you, tossing it aside. You allowed him to do whatever as you pushed his clothes off too.

Once the two of you were bare, he kissed you, sinking into you. You gasped as he rocked his need into you. The two of you kissed, shushing each other's growing moans.

He bucked into you harder and harder, all the stress from the studio, the band, the worries dissipating as he buried himself inside of you.

You let out a loud moan, which made Paul blush a deep dark red. He enjoyed when you would get loud. This was his favorite. Being with you intimately. You and him continued to move along with the rhythm of each other's hips.

Paul moaned, tangling his hands in your hair, speeding up as his hips stuttered. He spilt himself deep inside of you, while you moaned, releasing just as hard.

"Oh God, (y/n). That was so sexy." He panted.

"Yes, it was baby." You groaned.

The two of you shared a kiss and cleaned up before turning on the television and watching it as you both drifted off to sleep.