Beatles Smut SHIP WARNING

McDaddy ;3 (x reader)

kink warning~

*D A D D Y  K I N K
*S P A N K I N G
*S L A P P I N G
*B I T I N G
*H A I R  P U L L I N G 
*C H O K I N G

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you don't have to read this ⬇⬇⬇⬇

(also this is a random draft i had sitting around from last year, and i've had a bit of a traumatic experience regarding sexual stuff recently so please bear with me, i just don't wanna feel, what some people call, aRoUsAl right now. my apologies for posting a shitty draft)

it's smut time uwu
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  “You did what?!” Paul yelled, angrily pacing back and forth in front of me. His long, frizzy, shaggy hair was bouncing with each step he took. His button up shirt wrinkled, and untucked from his pants.

  “I... I just went out with my friends.. that's all, I swear!” I replied, anxiously waiting for his reply.

  “Shut up, you stupid fucking whore...”
he whispered harshly into my ear. he slapped me across the face and pinned me to the wall.

  “I-i'm sorry, Paul I just-” I gently laid a hand on his cheek, bearded and rough.

  Paul roughly slapped me again, staring straight into my eyes. his eyes were filled with lust, darker than his usual hazel eyes. he was like a predator, about to pounce on his prey.
  “Excuse me? What did you call me?”

  I blush heavily, breaking eye contact from his dangerously lustfull gaze.
  “sorry daddy.”

  He wrapped a strong, rough hand around my throat, pulling me into a rough, dirty kiss.
  “Much better...” he said into the kiss, his soft lips strongly contrasting the roughness of his beard.

  I let out struggled, soft moans as he gripped my neck tighter. His bass roughend fingers feeling great, digging into my skin as he pulled me closer. I could feel his large bulge through both of our jeans.

  “Fuck..” he groaned softly, letting go of the hold he has on my throat, reaching down and laying a hand on my ass. Paul gave it a light squeeze as if to warn me for the events about to happen.

~~~~~~~

  Paul pushed me onto the bed, him landing on top of me.
  “You've been a naughty little thing, haven't you, y/n..” he growled out into my ear, pinning my wrists to the bed.

  “wh-what did i even do...?” I asked softly, voice shaking. Even though this was a very arousing experience, that doesn't mean it still wasn't scary. Seeing an angry Paul isn't exactly fun.

  He wrapped a hand around my throat, not choking, but leaving it there as a warning.
  “Speak again and you're punishment will be worse.” He stared me down, dark, beautiful eyes.

  “Sorry daddy..” I whimper slightly, breaking the eye contact and looking at a random stuffed animal on the bed.

  “Nuh-uh,” He says calmly, grabbing my chin and making me look at him. His eyes.. god.. how were they so beautiful.
The look in them a mix of arousal, anger, and pure love.

  He pulled off my shirt, tossing it in some random pile of dirty laundry.
  “You won't be needing that..” Paul mumbles slightly.

  ~And long unclothing scene that author is too lazy to write because it's twelve fifty something~

  Paul bit his lip lightly, thinking about what to do first...
  “How about, I just,” The feeling of his bass roughend fingers lightly brushed over my nearly dripping, desperate cUnT. (sorry i couldn't take that seriously lmao)

  “P-Paul!! Please..” I was met with a quick slap to the face. He smirked as I started to shake. Out of desperation and fear.
  “Sorry.. daddy.”

  Paul grinned, eyes full of lust. His fingers lightly running over my clit over and over again. I knew I must not move my hips up into it. I'd get a bad punishment.

  Paul groaned, not only was he teasing me, he was teasing himself for not giving in. His thick cock twitching every once in a while.
  “Mmm. That's what I thought,” He said with a chuckle, his soft, but dominant voice sent a shiver racing down my spine.

  “Please,” I beg lightly. I needed to feel Paul in me.

  “What is it, princess? What do you want from daddy?”