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Jesus fucking christ, this is so good 🥵

PLEASE write for Paddy 🙏

ask and you all shall receive, here is my first paddy fic!

︵‿︵‿୨ dirty little secret ୧‿︵‿︵

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ --- visiting your parents new family friends sounded like a boring weekend. that was until the father took a certain interest in you...

paddy x louise & ben's!daughter reader

WARNINGS: age gap (paddy: 41, reader, 19), virgin reader, infidelity, WHOLE lot of condescension, praise on praise, oral (fem!receiving), masturbation

a/n: this is by far the darkest fic i've written so far, so i understand if it's not for some ppl. if you don't like it, don't read it 🫶🏻

part two: here

“Oh, Louise, please. She’s nineteen, she’s a big girl,” Paddy chuckles, as he finishes doing up the cuffs of his sleeves. “Are you sure? She can stay at home with Ant and Agnes if you’d like,” Louise stumbles, clearly not wanting to be a bother, her eyes more focused on looking over at Ciara, who was getting ready herself, looking like she was more ready for a 2000s Oscars than a dinner out.

“Oh, she’s no trouble, Louise,” Ciara says, finishing adjusting the clasp of her necklace and shaking her hand dismissively. “She’s an adult, she deserves a nice dinner out, not stuck at home with the little ones. I told you we’d get a babysitter,” She says, as Paddy’s hand rests on her back, rubbing it in soothing circles.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a pang of guilt through your chest. Since you’d met in Italy, you’d had a thing for Paddy. In all truth it was hard not to. Every pore of him seemed to ooze with sheer masculinity and sex appeal. The way he seemed so secure in himself, so funny just off the cuff, made his wife feel so desired and wanted, they seemed like newlyweds despite how long they’d been married, you swore to yourself in that Italian hotel room you’d rather die a spinster than not have a love like that.

Definitely you’d rather die a spinster than have a love like your parents. Constantly bickering and arguing, your dad constantly apathetic and your mother constantly a nervous wreck. She’d gotten obsessed with all this new age mental health terms, any buzz words any Instagram mommies recommended on her for you page. It made you roll your eyes every time she handed Agnes her little one’s meditation app.

“Okay-,” Ben began to say, sounding like he was just about to argue with Ciara and Paddy, before Paddy interjected, turning over to you where you were sitting on the sofa, reading your copy of The Watchers, finally pulling your attention out of the pages. “Y/N,” Paddy says, making you look up from the book. “Would you like to come to dinner?” He asks.

Glancing over to the clock, you saw you’d all have to leave in roughly forty-five minutes, and you were still wearing your bathrobe, fluffy slippers and your hair had been thrown up in a claw clip rather lazily in the morning. “Oh… yes please?” You said in a meeker tone than you intended. Your mother had warned you before you came to not complain in front of Ciara and Paddy, to not complain, to not ask for anything unless a limb was actually falling off.

Paddy laughed, before tapping the kitchen counter in front of him. “Well, up and at ‘em little lady. Best be getting ready quickly you’ve got about..." Paddy laughed, pausing to look over at the clock just as you did before. “I’d say you’d got about forty minutes to doll yourself up,” He chuckled. You smiled, placing your bookmark in your page before standing up from the sofa, and reaching for your suitcase that was underneath the coffee table.

While during the day, the living room was in fact just a living room, in the night it was your bedroom. Your parents had taken Ant’s usual room, Agnes could just about squeeze into the loft where Ant was staying as well, but you certainly weren’t fitting three people in there. Your current bed was the sofa, which was definitely not comfortable due to the fact it was a mostly wooden structure with a thin layer of fabric and padding over top of it.

You rifled through your suitcase, before managing to find a white milkmaid dress that you’d had brought, thinking it would be funny and add to the staying in the country mood that you’d been feeling over the weekend. Rifling through your suitcase, you found your one good pair of shoes in a bag, a pair of white flats, some white socks, the dress, your usual necklace was already on, as well as a couple of usual rings, your brush, and grabbed a pack or hair ties and bobby pins for good measure.

Standing up from the sofa, you made your way over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you to get changed. You looked over at the mirror as you were changing, unable to stop yourself from looking yourself over, analysing yourself as though you were looking at yourself through Paddy’s eyes. Would Paddy liked how you looked? Would he like the dress? He hadn’t really seen you dolled up yet, most of your past two days you’d spent in dungarees, and jumpers, you’d worn probably one skirt in his presence.

You grabbed your hairbrush to quickly get any knots of your hair, before lifting your head up and pulling your hair into a loose bun, curling the parts of hair with your fingers and then using the bobby pins to secure them into place, until the rest of your hair were out of your face. You were satisfied with that, before stepping out of the bathroom and heading back to the living room.

Once you were in the living room, Paddy let out a low whistle, clearly holding back a wolf whistle as you were in the presence of your parents, smirking. “God, you look beautiful, Y/N,” He complimented, the statement PG enough to not set off any alarms with your parents. “And you haven’t even done your makeup yet,” Ciara smirked, as you sat back down on the sofa, hoping you wouldn’t blush at the compliment Paddy had given you too much.

Paddy smirked as you sat down, pulling your makeup bag out of your suitcase, where your brushes were inside. You did your makeup as quickly as possible, as your parent had warned you, you didn’t want to be holding Paddy, Ciara, or your parents up, especially since Paddy had said this was basically a private chef’s table. It only took you about thirty minutes before you were ready, standing up from the sofa.

“I’m ready,” You smiled, looking over at everyone. “Took you long enough,” Your father scolded you, as you shook your head. “Oh, give over, Ben,” Paddy laughs, grabbing his keys off the counter. “A girl needs her time to get herself feeling her best,” He says, smiling over at you in a way that just gave you butterflies, looking over at him back, hoping Ciara wouldn’t see the way you were looking at each other.

There was a knock on the door, and Ciara parked up. “Oh, that would be the babysitter!” She smiled, beginning to make her way over to the door, as Paddy gestured you over. “You look amazing, darling,” Paddy whispered in your ear once you were close enough, your parents too preoccupied with checking over the babysitter to notice anything you and Paddy were doing.

“Trust me, sweetheart. You’re going to love this. Especially since you aren’t a vegetarian like your mother,” Paddy smirked, as you could hear the sound of the chef sharpening his knives from the next room. Paddy smirked, Ciara’s hand over his, hers looking tiny compared to his huge masculine hands, her hand rubbing over his protectively. “You’re going to love it. You’ve lived in cities all your life, haven’t you?” He asked, and you nod your head.

“Yes. We lived in New York until I was… sixteen. And then we moved to London,” You reply, as you sip your drink, looking over at him, as Ciara lets out a low whistle. “I can’t imagine growing up somewhere like that… in such a big city, surrounded by so many people,” Ciara says, glancing over at Paddy admiringly. “When I grew up in a small town, I always imagined escaping to a big city. What do you do when you start in a big city to begin with?”

“Want to move to the country?” You reply, making everyone at the table laugh. “You think?” Paddy smirks, looking over at you, his hand escaping from under Ciara’s, now pointing closer to you, calloused knuckles tapping against the stained tablecloth. “I think everyone does the opposite of what their parents do,” You muttered, avoiding eye contact with your own parents who seemed unable to relax the entire time.

“Do you think so?” Louise asked, making you feel slightly uncomfortable. You paused, before finally nodding. “I think everyone does, whether it’s conscious, or unconscious. You know how they always say everyone’s house is the opposite of the house they grew up in? If you grew up in a messy house, you have a clean house. If you were grew up in a modern house, you want a Victorian or Georgian house?” You ask, shrugging as you look over at Paddy and Ciara.

“That’s true enough,” Paddy says after a few moments of silence, taking a sip of his drink, as the chef re-enters the room, with a large goose sitting on a large plate, Paddy letting out a low whistle. “Oh, Mike, look at that. You outdid yourself here. This looks delicious,” Paddy whistles, as Mike places the plate down in the centre of the table. “Had to pull out all the stops when we have company. Don’t give a shit about you guys,” Mike smirks, a carving fork in his hand, handing it over to Paddy. “You should do the honours,” He says, as Paddy fixes his suit dramatically before standing up.

Paddy stands up, before sharpening the knives in his hands, and beginning to cut into the goose, precisely cutting it as though it was second nature to him, muscle memory. “This bit, is the best part of the roast,” Paddy explains, the meat skewered onto the carving fork, which he held out. “Please, Louise,” He says, offering it to her. You could see the panic in your Mom’s face, as she swallowed a lump in her throat.

“Vegetarian,” Ciara corrected, placing her hand over Paddy’s wrist, who looks mortified. “Oh my God, I am so sorry,” He apologises, waving the fork around from side to side, before turning over to you. “Y/N?” He asks, with a smirk on his lips. You nod your head, before he begins to move the fork to your mouth. You slowly open your mouth, sticking out your tongue, as you let your teeth pull the meat off the fork, before chewing it.

God, Paddy was not lying around it being the best part of the roast. It was delicious, it just seemed to melt onto your tongue, and your eyes involuntarily closed, as you placed your hand over your mouth, savouring it. Everyone at the table, and even Mike started laughing, as Paddy began to cut apart the rest of the goose. “Oh, that is a sight to behold, isn’t it?” He chuckled darkly. “A city girl finally tasting good food,” He laughed, as he began to serve up the roast to Ben, Ciara, himself and you, as Mike went back to the kitchen to prepare Louise’s dinner.

You had decided to eat in relative peace, just letting the conversation between your parents and Ciara and Paddy wash over you, before your concentration tuned in more when you heard Ciara begin to discuss her’s and Paddy’s sex life. “Well, of course, while people want to skirt around it, sex is really what keeps a marriage alive,” Ciara mused over her third glass of wine. She was quite tipsy already.

Your mother’s eyes widened, as she took the tiniest sip of her drink. “Really?” She asked, as Ciara nodded her head. “Oh, yes,” Ciara smirks, her fingertip swirling over the rim of her glass. “Me and Paddy were at it twice a day when we were in Italy,” She smirked proudly, as Paddy reached down and spanked her playfully, making her jump. While you were chewing her drink, you felt envy all through your body. You wished you were having sex with Paddy in a hotel room in Italy, twice a day.

God, if you had him to yourself, you’d have him three, four, five times a day.

Louise’s eyes were practically bulging out of her skull, as she took the longest sip of her drink she had so far. “We roleplay sometimes, you know?” Paddy smirked, making you feel even more envious, as your eyes look over to him. You would roleplay absolutely anything he wanted if you could just have the chance to sleep with him. “What… what do you roleplay?” Ben asked, your father asking a question you really wanted to know the answer to, but not in front of your parents.

Ciara smirked, as though she’d just been waiting for the moment that someone asked her the question about what roleplay they get up to. “Oh, all sorts of things. Halloween always makes it more fun,” She smirks, downing the rest of her third glass, as Paddy is already pouring her another. “Waitress and patron… rockstar and his groupie… naughty schoolgirl and teacher,” She says, every word laced with smugness and pride. Pride she had such a good sex life.

Pride that everyone sitting around the table knowing that she got ploughed through the mattress every single night. And God she had a right to be smug. You would kill to be her, to be in her position, just for one night. What you wouldn’t give for a freaky friday situation right now, and to be her for one night in that martial bed. Instead you were stuck as a nineteen year old virgin.

“Wow… that’s intense,” Your mother replied, sipping her drink, as your father was noticeably silent. You knew your parent’s relationship was on very thin ice, after your Mom had cheated on your Dad with a co-worker of hers. And while you really tried to not think about it too much, you knew your parent’s sex life was probably terrible.

“What about you, darling?” Paddy asked, turning over to you with a little smirk. “You got a boyfriend? Girlfriend?” He asked you, as you finally realised that all the attention was on you, and your lack of relationships. You shake your head, swallowing a mouthful of food and looking over at him. “No… no,” You mutter softly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Paddy seemed surprised, as Ciara downed her fourth glass of wine, necking almost the whole thing in one. “Really? Wow. That surprises me,” He laughs, taking a slow sip of his drink. “A body and face like yours, I’m surprised your Daddy ain’t chasing them off with a stick,” He laughs, making you feel yourself blush crimson. Suddenly, you were very aware of how Paddy was looking at you, licking his lips, and you assumed he wasn’t licking gravy off his lips, but you decided to ignore it.

For now…

“I…. I might’ve had a bit much,” Ciara confesses, as Paddy manages to haul Ciara into the house. She’d downed about eight glasses during the dinner, Ant and Agnes babysitter was sitting in the living room, waiting for everyone’s return. Ciara is practically stumbling over everything in her own house, as she finally manages to collapse onto the sofa, where you worry she’s going to stay for the rest of the night, which leaves you without a bed.

Your parents begin to head upstairs once the babysitter confirms that Ant and Agnes are fast asleep upstairs, as Paddy looks over at you awkwardly. “Umm… sweetheart,” He mutters softly, looking over at you, his hand supporting Ciara’s head, as he’s moving a pillow underneath it. “I think Ciara might have claimed your spot for the night,” Paddy laughs, as Ciara is now sound asleep on your usual spot, and from how much she drank, you know she’s not moving anytime soon.

He looks over at you, and you can see his mind thinking, before he chuckles softly. “You can sleep up in our bed if you want for the night,” He offers. “Ciara won’t hold it against you,” Paddy assures you, making you laugh, your mind running so quickly as you nod your head again. “A-Alright. Let me… let me grab some pyjamas,” You mutter, ruffling through your suitcase and finding a pair of sweats and a jumper.

Paddy lead you up the two flights of stairs to his and Ciara’s bedroom, with a big double bed, much more comfortable than anything you’ve been in so far in the house. “I’m going to get changed,” You mutter softly, and Paddy sits down on the bed, his eyes not breaking from you, as you realise you’re going to change in front of him. You pull off your dress, never more aware of your nakedness as you pulled your jumper over your top, before pulling your dress down and pulling your sweats on too.

“Were you just lying in front of your parents?” Paddy asked you, as he begins to undress himself, pulling off his top. Finally, you got the view of the body you’d admired so much, his chest muscles and then the slightly softer, but still defined tummy. You look over at him, and shake your head slowly. “No,” You reply bashfully, shaking your head. “I’ve never been with a guy,” You admit.

“And no girls either?” Paddy adds, and you shake your head again. He chuckles, as he undoes his belt, slowly pulling it off in a way that makes you just want to jump on him like a wild animal. “Part of me struggles to believe that, and part of me is very happy that’s the truth, baby,” He smirks, as he ushers you closer to him on the bed, and if your head wasn’t so clouded by the sight of him you might have paused more before obeying.

“I can’t believe your parents brought me a sweet, innocent little virgin like you. And god, you’re only what, twenty?” He asked, bringing you onto his lap, where you could already feel his hard on through his boxers and through your sweats, making you clench your legs together in surprise. “Nineteen,” You mutter softly, correcting him, and he lets out a low whistle.

“God, nineteen. I’m such a pervert, aren’t I, baby?” He asks, as you laugh, your face flushing, as you rest your head on his shoulder and let out a small giggle. “Mmm, lay back for me, sweet thing. I’m going to show you how a man should treat a woman,” He smirks, squeezing your ass with his large hands, before gently manoeuvring you so you were laying flat against the soft mattress, with him on top of you.

“You see, Y/N,” Paddy smirks, as his hands already begin to pull down your sweats, which had stayed on for an embarrassingly small amount of time in Paddy’s bedroom. “A sweet girl like you, needs to be cared for properly. I’m going to teach you how to do that, alright?” He says, as you nod your head, finding yourself lost for words as he smirks, his hands beginning to pull down your underwear.

Once Paddy pulls off your underwear, he lets out a low whistle, his eyes looking you up and down as though he were looking at a meal. “God, look at this pussy, baby. Good enough to fucking eat,” He says in a low tone, as his middle and ring finger ran along your pussy lips, making you jump up and squirm away, making him laugh. “Easy girl, easy. God, you are really sensitive,” He laughs, as he gently coaxes you back down to where you were laying down on the bed.

“I’ll take it slowly, just relax,” He coos, as he gently rubs your hips and thighs, trying to relax your body. “You want someone to make you cum, don’t you?” He asks, and you nod your head, feeling your whole face is bright pink by now. “Don’t worry about that, love,” Paddy says softly, as his hands rub your sides. “I’m not leaving this room until you cum, alright?” Paddy promises, his promise sending butterflies through your core. “Please,” Is the only word that can leave your lips, making Paddy smirk.

“Right. I’m going to just gently rub your clit, alright?” He says, guiding you through every part of the process, gently spreading your lips as he gently begins to rub circles around your clit, realising how sensitive you are. You let out a whine, your eyes closing as you feel bliss coursing through your body. His fingertips are calloused but his fingers are so gentle that it feels like heaven.

“Ohh, I think you like that, darling,” Paddy smirks, as he rubs your clit in gentle circles, sometimes reversing which way he’s rubbing, getting you completely soaked, wetter than you’d ever been in your life, letting out whines and moans that you didn’t even realise you were capable of making, you were complete putty in his hands. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” He says, his tone a mix of condescending and soothing that made you drip onto his fingers.

“Bet you taste so good,” He smirks, his head beginning to lower, and before you knew it, his head was between your legs and he was sucking and licking at you, his lips around your clit, gently sucking, and gently licking, it was as though he was gently coaxing your orgasm out of you, his hands gently wrapped around your thighs as he was groaning into you as though you were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard, doll,” He groaned, and even if he was lying, you didn’t care, it felt too good, your eyes closed, you’d take any praise he gave you, your legs beginning to shake around him. “Paddy… I’m so fucking close-,” You gasped out, as Paddy’s grip tightened, groaning into you, as his tongue sped up. “Come for me-,” Paddy groaned into your pussy, and you couldn’t hold on anymore.

That pleasure melted inside of you, like a stubborn knot that had finally come undone, and you came onto his face, your wetness coating his tongue, your thighs shaking around his face, and you tried to squirm away from him, your body so sensitive. Paddy gave you a few final kitten licks, making you gasp out and squirm away, making him laugh.

When he pulls away from you, you see his chin and beard covered in your orgasm. Using one hand, he pulled his boxers down, and then with the same hand, wiped up and collected the wetness, before using it to stroke his achingly hard cock. “See what you do to me, baby?” He gasps out, his hand stroking his cock hard and rhythmically, letting out almost animalistic gasps, and grunts, and groans, fucking himself with his hand.

“This is what you do to me. I’ve been admiring that… pretty… fucking body. I could’ve fucked you in Italy, you know?” Paddy grunts, his state of being so desperate for an orgasm stopping him from saying anything he normally wouldn’t. “Seeing you saunter around in that little bikini, God you were only eighteen then, weren’t you? I’m a sick fucking bastard… wanking over you when Ciara was out with Ant… and I knew you were down the hall with your parents, and I could’ve just slipped into your room… and fucked you,”

His words and breath was ragged and broken by now, almost animalistic, barely hanging onto his sanity, as his pre-cum leaked all over the bed, creating a big wet patch, as he was practically howling like a rabid animal. “God, I can’t wait until I can come right inside that little pussy. I’ll have to stretch you out first… I bet you’re still too fucking tight… Jesus Christ, Y/N, you’re a fucking seductress, you know that, FUCK!”

Paddy let out the loudest groan, before he came, thick spurts of cum making a mess all over the bed, some of them shooting so far that they spurted onto your tummy, making you squirm away nervously, your breath shaky as you saw how hard he was cumming, his hand grasping the bedsheets so hard you were convinced he was going to tear them.

When he finally recovered from his orgasm, he let out a shaking gasp, as he looked over at you, and finally caught his breath. “Look what you just did to me, baby,” He laughed, his hand on your shoulder as he pulled you to him, pressing his lips to yours hungrily, and you tasted yourself on his mouth, which felt like the naughtiest thing. When you pull away, he patted your tummy gently, before standing up from the bed.

“You hop in the shower, baby. I’ll get the sheets cleaned up,”

a/n!!! ahhh i hope my speak no evil/paddy girlies feel fed. this was 110% me just writing about what i found sexy but i hope you enjoy it too. taglist is the ppl who commented on my preview post, comment to be added/removed <3

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