𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 -beatles imagines, preferences

Shove it in my ass George (G. martin part 1)

You know what, George Martin was hot. Am I embarrassed for thinking this? Fuck yes

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"Definitely! Maybe ye could come over later," I twirled a strand of my dead ends, nodding my head for recognition at what Paul had just said.

"I'd love to! We could discuss the importance of pets!" I giggle, replying to him, noticing he starts leaning in just a tad closer to me. My eyes flick back to my stereotypical British beloved, so I take a step back.

But Paul just moved closer towards me, not letting me catch a break. I never fully realized how attractive he was, his round hazel eyes, long eyelashes, cute little chin. But than my eyes whipped back to my George, his strong cheekbones, sexy facial structure, and those chilling blue eyes. 

I rolled my eyes, attempting to shake off what Paul just did. He was very conceded but the good kind- so maybe he just thought this was okay?

"Ah sometime ye really should come with me to take little Martha on a walk," He smiles, taking a sip of his milk. 

"Ah yes, she is very adorable," Both of our attention whips to the small picture of Paul's adored dog, Martha.

"She truly is beautiful," I smile, sliding my finger back and forth on the glossy counter.

"Another thing you two have in common," He breaks his gaze with her and returns it to me.

"What's the first thing?" I blush a tad, he really was good looking.

He leaned closer to me, his breath trailing down my body, his fingers leading the way whilst they were gliding on me. 

"Ye both look great in collars," 

My eyes widened in shock. Sure, George and I did some of that stuff, but why on Earth would Paul say that? I wouldn't expect him to say that, maybe Harrison or John but not Paul. Paul seemed like the sweet one, other than Ringo of course.

"W-wha," I took a gulp, a harsh one that is, "Paul that's inappropriate," I whacked his arm, with a tad of scolding in my voice.

He simply rolled his eyes and bit his lip, letting it slowly slide out from his teeth.

"What's going on here, Paul go back out to the lads," George walked over, his eyebrows immediately furrowing at the plain sight of me. What the hell did I do?

Paul mirrored a dear caught in bright headlights, as he scurried and scrambled to get away from me and back out to the cackling hyena, John. 

"The hell was that?" He growled at me, narrowing his eyes at my shivering body.

"What? He was flirting with me, I didn't flirt back," I talked back, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"When we get back to the flat, I'll have a muzzle around that pretty little mouth of yours," He wrapped his fingers around my chin.

"Than get me back to the flat, daddy," 

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AND THAT'S ABOUT THE TIME THAT BITCH HUNG UP ON ME

The next part will have the kinky shit. I am warning y'all, cause y'know. Kinky shit.