In her arms

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandoms: The Beatles (Band), Rock Music RPF
Relationships: Paul McCartney/You, Paul McCartney & You
Characters: Paul McCartney, You, Reader
Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Light Angst, Body Worship, Romantic Fluff, Tumblr Ask
Box Fic
Language: English
Series: Part 20 of 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 + 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 <𝟯𝟯
Stats: Published: 2024-08-13 Words: 1,583 Chapters: 1/1
 In her arms
by iheartjohnlennon

Summary

pleaseee ur smut is the best can you do a 60s paul x reader smutt, body worship and can you
make paul a sweetheart

- pauliesangel333
Paul sat on the edge of the bed, note pad in hand, trying to work. The room was quiet, save
for the occasional chord and written word as he desperately searched for the write melody. It
wasn't really coming together this late August afternoon.

"Stop staring at me, Y/N." Paul said to her, looking up briefly. He tried his best to sound mean
and dismissive but he was holding back a smile.

"Hm?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Nevermind." He sighed.
She wasn't distracting at him at all - she was just laying on the floor quietly, reading a
magazine, absorbed in her own world. But for Paul that was the problem.

He looked back down at his papers with a sigh, he clicked his pen occasionally, trying to find
the sudden inspiration to write something he actually liked.

Unfinished lyrics, random doodles and random thoughts - god, he despised having writers
block.

His eyes kept drifting to her, even though he knew he needed to focus.

It was impossible not to notice how peaceful she looked, her hair splayed out on the rug, the
gentle rise and fall of her chest as she concentrated. He found himself getting lost in thoughts
of her, how her body felt against his, how she sounded when he had her all to himself.

He internally grumbled to himself, trying to steady his thoughts on things he thought were
more important. But his thoughts just kept coming back stronger each time. Every chord he
played felt off, every lyric he wrote felt wrong because his mind was somewhere else - her.

He set the notepad and guitar down with a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair.
This song wasn't going to happen, not when all he could think about was her.

For a second, he tried to resist, picking up the pen again and staring at the messy page. But it
was useless, he couldn't separate himself from her.

"Fuck.." He mumbled.

"You win.." Paul said, more to himself than her, as he stood up from the bed. He walked over
to where she was lying, positioning himself directly above her. His shadow fell across her
magazine, pulling her out of her reading.

She looked up. "I win? What are you talking about?"

Paul rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face as he looked down at her.

“I can’t concentrate. I’ve been trying to write for the last bloody hour, but all I can think
about is you, Y/N.”

She set the magazine aside, propping herself up on her elbows. “And what exactly have you
been thinking about?” she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

Paul’s smile widened as he crouched down beside her, his eyes locked on hers. “Well,
y'know...I'd rather be doing a lot things than looking at a page. I mean, I'd rather stare at you
for an hour."
She grinned, rolling onto her side to face him fully. “You could’ve just said something, you
know. I wouldn’t mind helping you take a break.”

Paul leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above hers. "Really?" he murmured, his breath
warm against her skin.

She nodded, her hands reaching up to rest on his shoulders, pulling him down to her. "Yes,"
she whispered back, "it’s not fair to keep all those pretty thoughts to yourself."

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he finally closed the distance,
kissing her with a mix of relief and desire. "You’re right," he said, his voice husky between
smooches, "and I think it’s time I stopped fighting it."

She didn’t need to be told twice. Sliding over to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck,
pulling him down further into a slow, languid kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands coming
up to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks as he deepened the kiss.

Then he reluctantly pulled back from the kiss, he wouldn't mind taking her on the floor, but
he felt too pretentious about it right now.

"C'mon, love." Paul instructed. His hand gently grasped hers and led her towards their bed.
His touch was very reassuring. She couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her
stomach.

Paul gently pushed her back onto the bed, her head settled into the pillows. His lips never
leaving her as he hovered over her. His hands began to wander, exploring the shape of her
body with a reverence that made her heart beat slower.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with awe. He
kissed down her neck, trailing his lips over her collarbone, his hands caressing her as if he
was imprinting every millimetre of her to his memory.

With gentle, almost hesitant hands, he began to undress her as if she were a fragile piece of
glass.

Slowly, he slid her skirt down over her hips, careful not to snag the fabric, then his fingers
unbuttoned her blouse.

He removed each piece of clothing until she laid in only her undergarments, vulnerable. She
could feel the warmth from his body as he took his time savouring every inch of her body
with his eyes.

Paul reached behind her back then unclasped her bra, he put it on the floor.
He greedily palmed both of her breasts, he adored the feel of them.

They fit perfectly, like two puzzle pieces completing each other, and he can't help but marvel
at how they were seemingly made for his hands alone. He caressed and squeezed them,
reveling in their softness and warmth. She sighs in pleasure and he knows that this is exactly
where he belongs.

He held her hips as he lowered himself down.

Paul took his time, essentially worshipping her body with slow and deliberate kisses. His lips
found their way to her breasts, and he paused, staring at them with a look of pure admiration
before placing soft, open-mouthed kisses on the skin.

"Perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he continued to lavish attention on her
chest, his tongue tracing patterns around her nipples.

Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as he moved lower, his kisses growing more
urgent, more needy.

His warm lips pressed against the supple skin of her abdomen. His hand traced patterns over
her stomach, reveling in the smoothness. As he inched lower, his breath quickened with
anticipation. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, enticing him.

He spread her legs spread slightly wider. It was his favourite place to be, nestled between her
thighs. But he didn't want to indulge too long in tasting her too long because he yearned to
make love to her.

With tentative strokes of his tongue, he began to lick the slit, liking every gasp and moan that
escaped her lips in the moment.

He gently presses his lips to her clit, sucking tentatively at first and then more firmly as her
body continues to respond to his touch.

Satisfied with his performance, he moves back up her body, feeling a sense of
accomplishment. Paul quickly strips off his trousers and boxers, not even bothering with his
shirt, he's too eager.

Paul aligned himself with her entrance, pausing for just a moment to lock eyes with her, He
slowly entered her, taking his time.

As he started to move inside her, Paul’s words came out in soft, reverent whispers, praising
her, telling her how perfect she felt, how much he needed her.

The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Paul, his love for her, and the feeling of
being cherished in a way that made her feel like the most precious thing in the world.
Paul’s pace began to quicken, his slow and measured thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt
his own climax approaching. His breath came in ragged gasps, his forehead resting against
hers as he locked eyes with her, his gaze filled with nothing but love and desire.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice strained with the effort to hold on just a little longer,
wanting to bring her with him. "I love you so much, Y/N."

She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his movements became less
controlled, more desperate as he pushed the both of them closer to the edge. His words, his
touch, everything about this moment was overwhelming.

As soon as he felt her begin to tighten around him, heard the way she moaned his name, Paul
couldn’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he pulled out, his hand quickly wrapping
around himself as he came with a groan, spilling his release across her stomach.

For a moment, he just stayed there, hovering above her, breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on
the sight of her beneath him. He was in awe, the intensity of his feelings for her almost too
much to bear.

Slowly, Paul collapsed beside her, still catching his breath, his hand coming up to gently wipe
the sweat from her forehead. "You're amazing," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her
temple. "I don't know what I’d do without you...your body, your mind, everything."

As they laid there together, tangled in the sheets, Paul wrapped his arms around her, pulling
her close as he let out a contented sigh. The world outside could wait; right now, all that
mattered was this moment, with her in his arms.
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