beatles one-shots

temporary secertary || paul (smut)

temporary secretary
word count: 1.4k
summary: paul is in need of a new secretary

Another secretary who had to be let go, Paul ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a frustrated sigh. Why was he like this? He got so sick of the games he played, but then he would go right back to it, just with someone new.
Paul went outside to light up the sign that said "SECRETARY WANTED" he just couldn't help himself. He was aware that what he was doing was absolutely disgusting.
The last girl cried when he let her go, she thought she did something wrong, she was perfect really. A nice redhead, with a nice body, he went along with his games real nicely. Paul would just get so disgusted with himself, and he was so ashamed, the last time he had sex he was on the edge of tears because he was so repulsed. Why was he like this? Why couldn't he just get off to regular sex, why did he like his position of power as a sign of dominance? Why did he like to use forms of punishments for small mistakes that didn't really matter? He just liked the power, it made him feel good.
And the last girl Jane, when she would bend her ass over the desk just so Paul could spank her, he swears he could have just lost himself at the sight. Words like sir, and mister dripping off her tongue as he would slide into her. He loved it, he loved being in control. But it was just so disgusting, but that didn't stop him from lighting up the sign. He went to his office to exhaustedly sit down. He was a sick man.
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"It says here you were top of your class for fastest typing," Paul said in a low voice, as you crossed your legs in intimidation, you just nodded your head in response. You straightened your back and tried to make eye contact with Mr. McCartney but he still had his eyes on your resume. "Why do you want to be a secretary?" Paul asked, finally looking up at you.
"Oh uh, well, I've been needing a job and the requirements seemed to fit my resume pretty well, so I thought it was the perfect fit." I stumbled over my words, but I still try to carry myself in a professional manner. Mr. McCartney eyed me suspiciously.
"You seem a bit overqualified, don't you think?" Before I could stumble out a reply, he spoke once again. "I don't think this is a perfect fit for you." He spoke with dark eyes, that gave me chills.
"Sir, it would really be my honor to work for you. Please think about it-"
"You have the job." He said in the same low voice, leaning against his desk, and I smiled enthusiastically. I've been trouble getting a job, so to get a job on the spot was exciting.
"Thank you so much, Mr. McCartney, I promise you, you won't regret it!" I jumped up, I felt like I could hug him but I keep my composure. I just couldn't help to tell my mom I finally got a job. Maybe I'll finally be able to move out. Paul didn't say anything, just handed me a schedule and I let myself out.
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"Y/n please get in here." I heard Mr. McCartney's voice over the phone, and I straightened my skirt exiting my small office to go to his. The door was cracked a bit so I just let myself in. I saw him look up from the paper he reading, his eyes seeming to be darker than usual.
"You called?" I spoke in a small voice, feeling heavily intimidated. I've been working for Mr. McCartney now for a few weeks, and everything has been going smoothly. However, he would give me looks that made me feel intimidated, and I was never sure how to react.
"You've been working for me for a few weeks, and you are still making spelling errors. I've been letting it slid, however, this is ridiculous. I hired you, in the thoughts, you were a fast typer, not a shitty one. You told me you were top of your class." I gulp as how dark his voice seemed to be, he spoke slowly, his voice like venom.
"I was sir, I'm so sorry, I'll start looking over them more carefully." Paul's expression didn't change, and I could feel my breath begin to pick up. Was I really going to get fired already?
"Come 'er," I nodded going further to the desk, standing at the front of it. "Good girl," he spoke with such a voice that made me tremble. "Now bend over." He said in such a low voice, I looked up at him in shock.
"I'm sorry what was that?" I asked, but it came out in a stutter.
"You heard me. Bend over." He spoke in such dominance, and he stood up, walking to where I was. "C' mon, be good for me." I could practically hear lust dripping out of his mouth. I did as told, I was still very confused, but I didn't know what to say. "Pull up your skirt baby." Again, I did as told. My shaky hands going to the hem of my skirt, as I throw it upwards. I felt the cool air up against my thighs, I could feel myself shiver. I gulped once more as I heard Paul's shaky breath.
"Good," He said very shakily. I could feel Paul's warm hand on my lower back making his way down. He keeps his hand there for a while. That's when I felt a hand roughly slap my ass, and I let out a loud whimper. "Quiet baby," He spoke coolly, as my breath wavered.
Another slap came down, I jolted upwards only for Paul to lean me back down softly, letting his hand slowly go down once again. My breaths turned into pants as I got aroused. Once again, another hit, I tried to stay quiet but he was so rough. His hands felt so nice, as he softly rubbed my ass, and I suddenly wished he asked me to pull my panties down also.
"You're doing so good, love." He said, despite how loud I was being. Another slap, I still wasn't able to stay quiet, but Paul still praised me as he continued with the act, causing me to get more aroused if that was even possible. I wanted him so bad. I needed him.
"Paul," I practically whimpered out. That's when it stopped, and he stepped back, I let out a noise of frustration, and I heard him chuckle as he bent down slightly.
"Get back to work, darling." I got chills down down my spine every time Mr. McCartney would call me a pet name, I could feel myself dripping. I got up with a sign of defeat, awkwardly pulling back down my skirt. I keep my head down as I rushed out of the room.
I immediately went to the bathroom rushing to the first stall, luckily me being the only one in there. My movements were quick as I locked the stall, my skirt falling to the ground. I needed something, I cannot believe he would just leave me hanging. I get it's a risky situation, but he put me on edge, he knew what he was doing, and I could also play at that game, I just pray it wouldn't cost me my job.
I let my hand trail down, slowly, as if it was Paul. I slipped my hand into my panties slowly massaging my clit, but it soon became faster as thoughts of Mr. McCartney would fill my mind.
I pretended as if my hand was his soft, warm one. I trusted upwards letting my back arch up against the stall wall. My pants got louder, and I was trying to control myself but I honestly didn't care who heard me at this point. I needed release. I thought of the way Paul would look at me with dark hungry eyes, and with that I let myself climax.
I leaned up against the wall, my chest slowly rising and falling. I stayed like that for a minute, letting myself come off from my high.
I washed my hands and showed myself to my office, and I got back to work as I was told.

A/N: this was based on the movie: The Secretary starring James Spader. Once I heard Temporary Secretary by Paul McCartney that's the movie I thought of immediately so I thought I would try and make it a Paul x reader, this is my first time doing this, so I'm sorry if it's bad, I just wanted to try my hand at something new! :)