Imagines

Paul McCartney #3

Warning: 'tis dirty, don't read if you don't like smut.

You wake up with a smile on your face. You're usually never a morning person, but today is different. Today is your one year anniversary with your wonderful husband and you couldn't wait to make it special.

Speaking of Paul...where is he? Your smile is replaced with a frown once you realize that he's not on his side of the bed.

"Babe?" you call out as you get out of bed. After going to the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth, you put on your slippers and put a robe on over your pajamas before exiting your bedroom. As you walk down the hall, you hear Paul's voice. He's talking to somebody.

The smile returns as you enter the living room and see Paul on the phone. His back is turned to you and he hasn't yet noticed your presence. You tiptoe up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder. However, you can tell that he's not smiling. Something's wrong.

Paul finishes speaking after a few minutes and hangs up. Anger is written all over his face as he turns towards you.

"Hello y/n," he sighs. The frown is still etched on his face and you mimic it as you lean up and kiss him, first on the lips and then trailing down his jaw.

"What's the matter?" you ask as you pull away.

Another sign escapes his lips and his angry expression is replaced with an upset one. "I'm so sorry, y/n. That was our manager on the phone. The boys and I...we've gotta go perform on Ed Sullivan. I tried rescheduling...they wouldn't let me. I'm so sorry. I wanted today to be special."

"Hey, it's alright," you attempt to assure him. "I understand."

"You can come if you want, I wanna spend today with you," he whispers. He's pouting, biting his lip, and looks like he wants to cry. You place your finger on his lips.

"Paul, honey, it's okay. Don't be upset. Of course I'll come...I can pretend that you're serenading me," you wink.

He chuckles and kisses your finger as you return your hand to your side. Smiling at him, you excuse yourself to go back to your bedroom. "I'm going to go get dressed."

You leave Paul and close yourself in the bedroom. After looking in your closet for a few minutes, you settle on a short sleeved white dress and shoes to match. You comb your hair and put on pink lipstick and light blush before exiting the room.

"You look beautiful," Paul breathes as you return to him. "I'm so sorry we have to spend our anniversary like this."

"It's fine Paul," you assure him again. "Besides, what girl wouldn't want to see her sexy husband absolutely smashing it?"

He smirks at you and you wait for him to lead the way outside. Instead, he takes you by complete surprise when he suddenly crashes his lips against yours and picks you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him back, but you gasp while doing so.

"P-Paul what are you—" you pull away from the kiss for a moment and attempt to ask a question, but he crashed your lips together again before you can get everything out.

"Forget about the Ed Sullivan Show," he smirks again as he backs you against the wall. "Who says we can't call in 'sick?'"

A devilish grin crosses his face as he pulls away from your lips and starts kissing down your jawline and towards your neck. You want to protest, knowing that the others had really been looking forward to performing, but the only thing that you manage to utter is a moan.

"P-Paul," you gasp as he begins to carry you back to the bedroom. He continues to kiss your neck as the both of you lay on the bed, with him on top. You gasp as he pulls away and takes off his suit jacket and shirt, before lifting your dress off of you.

"So beautiful," he murmurs as he kisses down your body. You moan softly as he unhooks your bra and begins to kiss your breasts, covering one in needy kisses before covering the other.

As he stands to rid himself of his trousers, he grabs a condom. He slowly strips out of his remaining clothing before putting the condom on and ridding you of your underwear. He kneels in front of you as he rubs your thighs, making you moan in pleasure.

"This is all about you, love. I'm going to make you feel the best you've ever felt," he whispers in your ear.

He slowly lines himself up, skipping all of the fingering and hand or blowjobs that the two of you usually did before you had sex. Today wasn't about sex, it was about making love, and Paul was going to prove that to you right here and now.

"I love you," he whispers before slowly going in. You moan as he waits patiently for your body to adjust, before thrusting. He holds you close as he thrusts slowly and lovingly. At this moment, the two of your bodies become one in one of the most intimate, passionate interactions the two of you had ever had with each other. There was no music playing, nor any flowers, but that only made it all the more special. It was just the two of you, alone and with no distractions, coming together as one.

As your soft noises echo through the room, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to your body. The two of you meet in a heated kiss that lasts for several moments, before you're the first to break away.

"P-Paul," you moan out. He holds a finger to your lips.

"Shhh. With me, okay?"

You whimper slightly and nod as he takes his finger away. You begin to feel the familiarity within the pit of your stomach as Paul continues. As you open your mouth again, Paul holds up three fingers. Two. One. You reach your climaxes together, moaning loudly as your body trembles before going into a relaxed, tired state.

Paul pulls away and rolls off of you, bringing you into his side. You lay your head on his chest as he covers you up with the blankets. It's still early in the day, but all you want to do is lay with your beautiful husband and sleep.

"Paul?" you ask right as you begin to drift off.

"Hmmm?"

"I'm glad you skipped out on Ed Sullivan. But the others are going to murder you."

He chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead.

"Happy anniversary, y/n."

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