#paul lahote smut

[obsessedwithhotmen]

✿⁎⋆ PAUL ⇢ *-ALL MINE-* ⇠ LAHOTE ⋆⁎✿

⇾ (Twilight) Paul Lahote x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: you had a few too many drinks at the bonfire.

⇾ Warnings: smut, drunk sex, raw doggin it, light spanking and hair pulling, dirty talk.

It started off with having no drinks, if Paul couldn’t get drunk due to his wolfie ways, than there was no point in you having drinks either, after all you didn’t want to have fun without him. Then slowly, after a lot of convincing from the girls, you had your first drink of the night - and then your second - and then your third. As the night went on, you started to lose count of the drinks you had consumed, all you knew was that Paul looked way too good while he was sat joking around with Embry, Jacob and Quil. He had come to the bonfire in a button up shirt -something extremely out of character for him - and his hair was slightly tousled from the rough housing between the guys. You couldn’t take your eye off him.

After some encouragement from Kim, you had went up to your lover and bugged him until he had enough and dragged you into the house and away from everyone else.

That was how you found yourself bent over the bathroom counter, hands trying to grip onto any surface possible, your hips being relentlessly thrusted into the solid surface as Paul pounded in you from behind. Shameless moans escaped your lips as Paul pressed harder against your back, forcing you further onto the counter, your breasts coming into contact with the icy cold surface. “Fuck-” Paul hissed, he stilled inside you, bending over your body so he could mumble in your ear. “Should’ve heard what they were thinking ‘bout you.” He started. “Wanted to beat the shit out of them.” He thrusted hard once, stilling once again. “But then I thought how much better it would be if I fucked you close enough so they could hear you.” He felt as you clenched around his length, thighs quivering at the thought of the other pack member listening in on you and Paul. “Yeah… you like that? Want them to hear your desperate little whining.” You frantically nodded your head, unable to give a response as a shockwave of pleasure filled your body when you felt his fingers meet your clit.

Paul let out a growl as he heard some of the guys groaning and telling him to quiet down, only stirring him up to do more.

He pulled away from your body, his chest no longer pressed up against your back, as he continued his relentless thrusting. “Paul!” You cried out, his fingers picking up pace the more he fucked into your tight hole. One hand moved down in order to grip onto Paul’s forearm, nails digging into his flesh as you attempted to pull his hand away from your sensitive bud, only enforcing him to continue.

“That’s right.. say my name.” He growled, his voice deep and intimidating, giving you a light pinch that earned a yelp from your quivering lips.

Your head lifted up from the bench and your eyes met his in the mirror in front of the both of you. “Say-” thrust “my-” thrust “fucking-” thrust “name!”

You were certain your hips would be more than bruised by tomorrow morning, but that didn’t stop you from biting your lip and back arching from the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck Paul!” You slurred, eyes struggling to stay open and grasp his reaction.

His brows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched s he pulled out of your seeping hole, reaching a hand down to rub his tip against your clit and nudge your tight entrance. A smirk showed on his face as he watched you attempt to push back against him to fit his entire length into your already red and bruised cunt. His other hand moved up to your hair, gripping a makeshift pony tail and pulling you back so you were stood up and pressed up against him. “I can’t hear you.” He whispered tauntingly in your ear causing you to shiver at his tone of voice.

“Please, Paul! Need you so bad.” You whined, rubbing your ass against his rock hard dick. “Want you in me.” Your eyes began to water the more you grew desperate, wanting nothing more than for Paul to man handle you with all his wolf strength.

The man behind you was staring down at your ass, watching the way it moved against his pulsing dick. He let out a groan, “want, or need?”

Immediately you began sputtering out words, “need, need you Paul. Please fuck me, need you so much.”

Relief filled your body as he removed himself from you, and once again his dick was at your entrance. “Love hearing my pretty girl beg.” He grunted before shoving his cock past your clenched walls, receiving a drawled out moan in response.

There was no time to be bashful about your moans when Paul’s cock was hitting further than ever, brushing past your sensitive walls and pounding into your dripping hole. It didn’t take much longer before you feel the familiar feeling in your stomach growing rapidly, your moans only growing in pitch and volume before your entire body began to convulse.

Even as he watched your orgasm hit, he didn’t slow down, continuing after your orgasm had finished and your body was twitching at the sensitivity, only opting to slow down as he reached his own climax.

He stilled inside you, pressing as close as he could to your body, allowing for his seed to fill deep in your begging hole, brain clouded due to lust and not thinking of the repercussions.

You could hear his heavy breathing over your own, added with quiet growling and grunts, had your body not been so sensitive after the prior orgasm than you would have happily pushed back against him to continue the moment.

‘Finished yet?’

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

[sethsclearwater]

Paul headcanon right now—he’s definitely the type of guy to drive besides you if you have a tantrum, you insisting that you’re walking home after a petty argument but he wouldn’t leave you to walk alone duh. He’s 100% super protective and if it came to it he’d just throw you over his shoulder, with you kicking at his back.

UGHH I love him so much

-⭐️

PLEASE HE SO WOULD LMAO

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"i told you i don't wanna look at you right now lahote!" you called when you realized that your imprinter was most definitely pulling up beside you in his car. despite the fact that it was pouring outside and you were already soaked, you had decided you'd rather walk back to your apartment in the rain than deal with arguing with paul over his family drama.

when paul didn't respond after a few moments, you decided to peek over your shoulder only to see him getting out of the car and striding over to you, "so fuckin' dramatic," he grumbled, low enough that you barely caught it but you did and immediately gasped, taking a step back from him.

"get in the car y/n," he ordered, clearly getting irritated over how wet you both now were getting thanks to your decision to walk home in the rain.

he rarely used your first name, generally only calling you pet names so you knew he was just as annoyed as you suspected he was. still, you decided to stand your ground and shook your head, "i already told you i don't wanna look at you," you countered, spinning back around so you could continue your miserable walk home in the freezing rain.

before you could even take a step, paul's hands were on your hips, spinning you around so he could throw you over his shoulder, "don't gotta look at me," you could tell he was rolling his eyes as he said it and you were immediately kicking your legs in every way possible to try and get him to put you down.

"put me down right now lahote!" you yelled despite your futile attempts to get out of his grip. paul was rolling his eyes again, not seeming to have much difficulty keeping you restrained as he pulled the passenger side door of his car open.

he was setting you down inside, sliding one hand to rest behind your head so he could be sure you wouldn't give yourself a concussion while you tried squirming away, "sit still," he ordered, voice somehow more firm with you than it had been a few moments prior which had you pausing your thrashing for a moment to look up at him, a flabbergasted look on your face as he buckled you in.

once he was confident you wouldn't be trying to run away, he crouched down next to you and allowed his eyes to meet yours, his gaze softening a bit when he saw the angry tears streaming down your cheeks.

"i'll drive you home," he reassured, "and then you don't gotta look at me until you want to, yea?" he suggested, sliding both of his hands over your thighs, the material of your leggings now soaked from the weather.

you sucked in a breath, not trusting yourself enough to talk yet so you settled for giving him a small nod which he seemed to find acceptable. he gave your thighs a gentle squeeze before he was getting up and shutting the passenger door, quickly coming around the car so he could get in the driver's side.

you had your arms crossed over your chest in a silent protest as he drove you back to your apartment, the drive only taking a few minutes before he was pulling into the parking lot.

once he had the car in park again, you allowed your gaze to drift over to him, "you gonna walk me in too?" you asked. you had intended for it to come across as sarcastic but instead your voice just came out much weaker than you'd anticipated which had paul letting out a heavy sigh.

he didn't want to rile you up anymore than you already were but he couldn't help how anxious he got at the thought of sending you inside alone so he settled for responding with a simple, "that's the plan."

you let out an equally heavy sigh, slumping back into the seat as paul got out of the car and came around to your side, pulling the door open for you, "i'll be quick," he reassured, crouching back down for a moment so he could uncross your arms and take your hands into his, "come on, yea?" he asked, waiting for you to nod before he was helping you get unbuckled and out of his car.

he was nothing if not a man of his word, staying silent as he guided you into your apartment complex, one hand on your lower back while he walked you to your door just as he said he would.

you fumbled with your keys, taking a few moments too long to open the door thanks to your shivering and the surging emotions currently going through your system. once you finally got the door opened, you stepped inside, quickly kicking your shoes off before you were spinning around to face paul who was patiently waiting in the door frame.

you really wished you could've come up with some kind of snarky remark to get rid of him but instead just found yourself staring at him, at a loss for words. your gaze was drifting down before you could catch yourself and you couldn't help the way you stared at the way his thin t-shirt was clinging to his skin.

"fuck it," you murmured to yourself, immediately stepping towards him so you could smash your lips against his. paul didn't hesitate before he was reciprocating and slamming you up against the wall.

[wolfpackss]

Hiiii!

Can I request a paul x reader who’s pregnant and he gets realll handsy….

Thank youuuu!

Thank you so much for this request. I’ve been imagining Paul as a father and umf yes, get me pregnant daddy. Here you go, hope you enjoy it!

“Baby, please! I need to finish the dishes” you push your boyfriend’s hands away from your stomach as you continue washing the plate you’ve been busy with for the past five minutes. Ever since you told Paul you were having his baby, he can’t seem to get enough of you. His hands will be everywhere, anywhere at anytime. And so are his lips as your neck and shoulders were marked with many hickeys and lovebites. “You can finish them later, just want to look at you” he mumbles into your hair, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. You giggle and turn around in his arms, stepping on your toes to peck his lips. “You’re always looking at me, Lahote.” “Don’t blame me, you just look so beautiful carrying my pup” he mumbles into your hair as he kisses your hair.

“Paul!” You giggle as he keeps on assaulting your neck with kisses, licks and bites. “Give up y/n, when i was pregnant with Asher, Sam was exactly the same.” You look over to see Emily standing in the opening of the door with an amused expression on her face. She walks over to the two of you and smiles at Paul. “I’ll take over from here” she takes the plates out of your hand and gives you a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Have fun kids” she waves you away and turns on the water to finish washing.

As you and your boyfriend head up to the guest room, Paul can’t help himself and smacks your ass. “Let’s go baby mama, gonna make you feel real good” he smirks as he opens the door for you. Before you have a chance to walk inside, Paul’s hands are all over your body. His one hand fists your hair, bringing your face closer to his and claiming your mouth in a passionate kiss while the other takes a hold of your ass and squeezes it as if his life depended on it.

“Paul, shit” you whimper as he sucks and bites your neck, you tilt your head slightly to give him a better angle and he takes it hungrily. “Fuck baby, you look so fucking beautiful, just can’t stop looking, fuck” he growls as you palm his cock and run your fingers over his entire length. “Just need to look at you baby,” he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him. His eyes darkened by lust and desire make you feel something you’ve never felt before, you feel wanted, even when looking like this. You glance at yourself in the mirror that’s standing in the corner of the room.

“See how beautiful you look, carrying my pup, our pup” his hands drift of to your bump, caressing it with both hands. His fingers rubbing smooth circles on the sides of your stomach. You reach your arms up and wrap them around his neck. You lean up and let your lips brush his.

“We love you, Paul Lahote”

“And i love you both so fucking much”

[mxlti-lover]

Sick ~ pt. 2 {P.L.}

Summary: You’re sick with a bad cold, but you didn’t want your werewolf of a boyfriend to cuddle you, only to end up having to fix the feelings that you hurt.

Warnings: maybe a small bit of angst if you squint.

Word Count: 1099

Note: Hey, sorry this took a while to write, I know a few of you wanted a pt. 2 to this, so here you go! Hope you enjoy!

*Do not steal or copyright my work pls and thank you*

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You ran your hands over your face as you sat there contemplating on what you were going to say.

You knew you hurt Paul bad, your words coming off a lot harsher than you had anticipated, but you needed to get out of his hold before your skin started melting off.

Okay…that was dramatic, but you get the point..

After a few more minutes, you finally got out of bed, first time all day, grabbing the tray that Paul had brought up half an hour ago, and a box of tissues as you headed downstairs.

You shivered softly as the house was a lot colder than you thought - though it was the mid December - your mind slipped freely of that idea.

You peeked around the doorway, seeing Paul in the recliner watching whatever show was on TV. You could tell by his expression though he wasn’t actually paying any attention to the show. You could tell he was somewhere else in his thoughts, whether it was about what you said to him, or something else, but either way you felt bad one of the options was because of you.

You snuck quietly into the kitchen, placing your bowl and glass into the sink. You took a wet wash cloth and wiped down the tray before putting it back in its usual spot.

You turned around determined to go talk to Paul, only for you to let out a little squeal and jump 5 ft. back as the man you wanted to see was already looking over you in the doorway.

“Jesus Paul, you scared the shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled as you knew your voice would fail you if you actually attempted to yell, your hand still resting on your chest.

“Oh, so now I scare you too, that’s great.” Paul mumbled to himself. It was very quiet, but you could still barely hear him and your heart broke at his words.

“What?! No, no, Paul, stop that. I’m sorry for what I said to you. I didn’t mean for it to come off so harshly, but I didn’t know how to tell you. I wanted to even before we cuddled, but there was no way of doing it without hurting you.” You tried to explain, looking up at him, his facial expression dropping even more.

“You mean…you didn’t want to cuddle with me at all? I mean, sure it would’ve hurt me, but I’m not upset about what you said, I’m upset with myself for making you feel even more uncomfortable than you already feel.” He spoke sadly, his eyes averting to the floor.

You frown walking over to him placing your hands on his cheeks, “Hey, look at me..” You spoke softly as his head slowly rises to meet your gaze. “You shouldn’t be upset with yourself over that. It was my fault to start, not telling you how I felt, and what I did and didn’t want. I let you cuddle me. I knew I didn’t want it because I knew it would make me uncomfortable in the long run, but I put myself in that position. So stop blaming yourself my love.”

Paul let out a small whimper before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

“I can’t help it. You’re my lover, my soulmate, and the idea of making you uncomfortable in any situation just makes my heart sink into my ass.” He expresses, his lips meeting the top of your head with a gentle kiss

You couldn’t help yourself to laugh at the wording he used at the end.

“What’s so funny? I just admitted my feelings to you and you’re sitting here laughing at me?!” He asks pulling away looking at you amused.

You could tell he wasn’t mad, no, he was being sarcastic with you, and you couldn’t help yourself but to laugh harder.

“Your- Your heart sinks- into- into your ass?! Then what? Do you shit it out?” You asked through your laughter, your arms wrapping around your stomach, thinking you were the funniest person in the world at the moment.

Paul ran a hand over his face, shaking his head as he let out a small chuckle himself.

“This-this is why we can never be serious little miss.” Paul says reaching out tickling your side softly.

“Oh, i’m sorry, I’m not the one that just said his heart goes into his ass.” You say swatting his hand away that tickled you.

“And to answer your question, yes, i do shit it out and place it in a jar to keep.”

“Then you would be dead dumb ass!”

Your guys’ laughter echoed throughout the house, your heart feeling warm in that moment, appreciating how the two of you can communicate, pushing the hard feelings away within minutes and replacing it with love - or laughter in this case.

“Can you come cuddle me now?” You ask quietly once the laughter subsided, staring up at your imprint.

“But I don’t wa-“ He started but you cut him off. “I’m asking you to cuddle with me Paul. You won’t make me feel uncomfortable, I promise.”

You squeal has his large arms pick you up bridal-style, carrying you back upstairs.

“I could’ve walked myself, ya know.” You mused, your eyes never leaving your imprint.

“I know, but my princess is sick and shouldn’t have to walk herself back to bed though.” He says looking at you with a small smirk.

You shake your head smiling as you rest your head against his chest.

He reaches the room as he carefully places you on the bed, tucking you in with the thin blanket you wore before.

You watch as he walks over to the closet, pulling one of his sweatshirts over his head, hoping it would keep some of the heat confined behind the fabric, before crawling into bed next to you.

You knew the sweatshirt wouldn’t help much, but you immediately wrap your arms around his torso, your legs intertwining with his like they always do. You bury your face into his chest, sighing contently.

“I love you so much. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings earlier.” You mumbled against his chest.

“I love you more sweet girl. No need to apologize, you’re making up for it right now.” He spoke softly, smiling, leaning down to plant a kiss to the top of your head.

Yet another Disney movie played, as the two of you watched. His fingers ran softly through your hair as you held him close. Both of you are feeling happy and content in this moment.

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Ew, I feel like this lowkey sucks and I’m so sorry😭🤚

[andreafmn]

SPEAK MASTERLIST

Status: Ongoing

Mood Board

Summary: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

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[foxintheferns]

Play with Fire: Part 1

(Paul Lahote x reader) 1,500 words

As Paul’s imprint, you are the only one who can make the stubborn, anger-prone wolf go soft. But… now, why would you want that? ;)

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY

*vzzz**vzzz*

You rub your sleepy eyes, the vibration of your phone lifting you out of your restless sleep. You hate sleeping without him. You blink into the dim light of the bedroom. The sun isn’t fully risen in the sky yet, and a whisper of a glow comes through the curtains of the window.

Who is texting me before the sun is even up? The question flickers through your mind, your brain still half asleep.

You heart excitedly lurches in your chest once you’re fully aware that there’s only one person it could really be.

You blindly reach your arm across the large king bed, the massive fluffy comforter and pillows getting in your way and causing your hand to meet the soft billowy fabric every time your fingers search for the hard wood surface of the bedside table. With frustration, you huff and pull yourself up to a sitting position, leaning on one elbow and reaching for your phone. You find it with your fingers, and grab it off the nightstand. You squint and flinch slightly when the too-bright screen fills the dark room with a glow. Your eyes adjust, and then widen as you comprehend the notification on the screen. A smile creeps across your lips, and you feel a jolt of warmth and anticipation rush through your chest.

Text from Paul: Morning princess. Be home in 15.

You better be where I left you.

Lord almighty. You check the time at the top left of your screen. 4:42am, Saturday the 30th.

He’s back a whole twelve hours early? The pack was on patrol after some stray bloodsuckers passed through Forks on Thursday, and they weren’t expected to be back until this evening. You smile to yourself and ponder what your response should be. Paul is exactly what you’d expect a 25 year old werewolf to be: possessive, reactive, and impossibly stubborn. And yet, you’re the only person in the world that the moody wolf-boy goes soft for. His imprint.

Such a temperamental asshole to the rest of the pack, to the point that the boys are shocked when they see Paul’s sweet demeanor with you.

You think back to the early days as you stare at your phone, when you and Paul had first met, and you’d still been learning what being imprinted on even meant. Sam and Emily had walked with you, guiding not only you around the reservation, but your brain around the idea of imprinting. You had been thrown off, completely stunned when Paul had locked eyes with you for the first time at the bonfire, last fall. The things you’d felt were new to you, and the way Paul treated you was so different from anything you’d ever experienced. The look in his eyes was undeniably one of love, of immense care, but he had been a stranger. How could he be feeling such deep emotions for you? Sam had quickly realized what was happening when Paul had approached you, stumbling over his words and sweating buckets. Within that day, you had been swiftly tucked under the wing of the Alpha wolf and his imprint, Emily, and taught of the ancient legends of the tribe.

“You’re the only thing that can hurt him now, (y/n). Once we imprint, I mean…truly, I don’t think I can even express the intensity, it’s-…,” Sam scratched his head, resting his hand on the back of his neck, searching for the words, “Paul’s a tough nut to crack, (y/n). And you cracked him…by existing. You’re everything to him now. I know it’s overwhelming, and I’m sorry for that, but it’s pure, and it’s true, and it’s real,” Sam had explained in a wise, although slightly hesitant manner, eyeing you to watch for your reaction as you walked alongside him.

“And it’s pretty damn fun, (y/n). Don’t forget that part,” Emily had added with a smirk and a wink at Sam, nudging his side with her elbow, “A man that will quite literally worship the ground you walk on? Yeah, I’ve got no complaints.” You had laughed while watching Sam chuckle and embrace Emily in a playful hold, his love for her quite obvious and radiating deeply between them. Witnessing their bond had helped warm you to the slightly off-putting idea of being the center of the universe for an immensely powerful, mythical half-wolf half-man. You had thought you were going crazy.

You stare down at your phone and giggle as the distant memory flickers through your mind. You smirk to yourself and take your lower lip between your teeth, pondering how much you’re willing to defy him today.

Paul is dominant, in the truest and realest way that exists. In his wolf and tribal duties, in his friendships, and in his relationship with you. And yet, his adoration for you permeates any commands or rules he sets in place when you’re intimate together. You have never once questioned his love for you, or his instinctual desire, no - need, to keep you out of harm’s way. Though your body may tremble in his presence, it is never from fear.

Fuck it, time to play with fire.

You know that Paul is referring to your being in the shower, naked and ready for him, when he says that you ‘better be where he left you’.

When the deafening howl had ripped through the quiet Thursday evening ambience in your cabin home the other night, Paul had been hunched over at the waist slightly, one of his large hands holding himself up for support against the tiled wall of the shower. You had been squatting down at his feet, his thick cock in your mouth, one of your hands resting on his firm muscled thigh, and the other wrapped around the base of him. Paul, unable to resist the command of the Alpha and his pack’s beckon, had reluctantly & quite miserably been forced to end your fun.

“You’re not done yet,” he had said through his teeth, his nostrils flaring as he pushed his hips forward to plunge his cock deep into your throat one final time before pulling it out swiftly and growling roughly under his breath, “we’ll finish this when I get back.”

There was always a faltering of his tough facade whenever the two of you had to say goodbye.

“I’ll see you in a few days,” he had mumbled against your jaw, passionately pulling you up against his unbelievably toned, wet body and kissing you hard on the mouth. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you,” you had called back to him as he hadn’t bothered throwing on clothes and stepped out into the dark night, shifting into his wolf form to join the rest of the boys.

You now smile to yourself at his demand and start typing cautiously, fully aware that you were bluffing right through the phone with this one:

You don’t scare me, wolf boy

Send

You throw your phone across the bed and grab a pillow, smushing your face into it and trying to contain your excitement. You sit up again and begin to fiddle your thumbs, your heart pounding. You can only imagine Paul, glancing down at his own phone and reading your message, his thick brow likely furrowing together in annoyance and maybe even slight disbelief at your defiance. But you know him; deep inside it will excite him. The opportunity to prove his power, the immensity of his dominance. Your phone buzzes almost immediately, and your hand reaches to grab it quickly off the bed, your eyes darting to the notification at the bottom of the screen.

I’ll give you one chance to try that again, sweetheart

You read the text over and over, imagining the words in his deep, rough voice in your head. Your core begins to warm and throb, and your body becomes suddenly very aware of the game you’ve started.

Sorry, don’t know what you mean.

Send

Fuck, that’ll really send it home.

You couldn’t believe how ballsy you were being, but it made sense considering you’d been forced to used your vibrator several times since Paul’s departure, and the sexual frustration was apparently winning out over any hesitation you might have. Him having to leave right in the middle of your fun was torture, and no orgasm brought by your little purple toy could satisfy the hunger inside you for him. Your hands tremble slightly, your desire for Paul mixing with the intense excitement that he ignites inside you when he is so effortlessly able to control you, his masculine power emanating out from him in waves. You know that Paul is still getting used to the fact that his imprinting on someone has caused him to have weaknesses. Not only weaknesses, but irresistible and instinctual needs to be affectionate and an all-consuming lover. Paul had never really loved other women before you. Emily had once told you that she was amazed to see him imprint on anyone, as it had been the running joke among the boys that Paul’s heart just wasn’t cut out for it. She’d seen him have meaningless flings with some girls here and there, but that was about it. He had seemed to be too afraid of truly feeling. “He’s got a soft core, (y/n). Truly, I’ve caught him crying over a sappy romance movie once. But he’d die before he’d ever let the boys know that,” Emily had said to you once.

Lost in your memories as you splay out across the king bed, you jump when you hear the rumbling sound of Paul’s old black Chevy pick-up coming down the dirt road. You gasp to yourself and throw the comforter over your head, sinking down under the pillows and fluff.

The thoughts in your head begin to run wild.

Oh, now I’ve really done it.

He didn’t even answer my text.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You hear the truck pull into the driveway, followed by the sound of the deafening engine suddenly cutting off, and silence fills the house. A few moments later, the old door of the truck creaks open and slams shut loudly. You bite your lip, trying to contain the mess of feelings flooding you. You can feel your heart in your throat as the distant sound of the front door opening reaches your ears. The door slams just as hard as his truck door, and seconds after, you hear the sound of his boots landing heavily, though at a calm pace, up the stairs. Your heart thuds harder, and you practically have to draw blood with your teeth to keep your lips from allowing a squeal of absolute thrill and desire to escape them. Or a moan; you couldn’t tell which was more likely.

He takes his time, his authoritative presence already tangible in his heavy footsteps.

He’s in no rush. He knows he’s in control.

And you both that know that you misbehaved.

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A/N: Love me some angry dom Paul. Part 2 is viciously and wildly filthy so please proceed with caution.

(p.s.) - I take requests. Send ‘em my way.

-Ro

Read Part 2 here

[bangtanmix73]

The Grey Wolves - Paul & Embry

A/n: For some reason, I decided to make this a series. It’s gonna be a straight up smut series😭. These can be read separately.

Warnings: Pure smut, swearing, threesome, forest sex, face sitting, praise, degradation, a bit of nipple play, dom (m) & sub (f) undertones, dirty talking, multiple orgasms, face fucking, p in v, spanking, kind of mean Paul, sweet-ish Embry, choking, creampie, let me know if I missed anything.

(Y/n) was wondering around in the forest, hoping to randomly run into at least one of the four wolves. It has been two days since the “intervention”, as Paul called it. She wanted them again, she craved them.

None of the boys been with her since, but that didn’t stop any of them from sending teasing looks another’s way. So far, no one caught on, or didn’t show they caught on.

(Y/n) heard a twig snap behind her. She swung around to find two large wolves. One was plain while the other was gray with block spots lining its back.

Paul and Embry.

She sauntered towards them, raising one hand to Embry and raised the other to Paul. Paul smelt her hand before dipping his big head down. She began to pet his head. She jumped a bit when she felt Embry lick her hand in front of him.

“Hello, boys.” She greeted them softly with a small smile. Her smile grew when the wolves let out what sounded like a purr.

“You know, you’re much more sweet and gentle in your wolf form.” She snickered when Paul let out a groan.

He pulled away from her, trotting behind a trees, Embry not far behind. It wasn’t long before they came out with shorts on.

“Still don’t know why we put shorts on, we’re going to take them off to fuck her anyway.” Paul mumbled loud enough for her to hear.

“How do we know that’s all she came here for?” Embry asked.

“Yeah, how would you know that’s all I came here for?” She raised a brow.

“We can smell you.” He stated, eyes traveling down her body.

Embry moved to stand behind her, Paul staying in front. He lifted her shirt, his hand resting on her hips, drawing circles on her skin.

Embry leaned in, “I want to taste you.” He whispered in her ear. “And I knows Paul wants to too.” His words sent shivers down her spine which they noticed.

The wolves shared a look. Embry lifted her shirt up and off her body, Paul unbuttoning and pulling down her pants, taking her underwear along with them. She kicked them off and unclasped her bra, throwing them with the rest of her clothes.

“Sit.” Paul ordered.

She immediately sat down. Embry sat behind her, pulling her body to his. She sat with her back to his chest, legs over Embry’s, spread wide for Paul.

Paul kneeled in front of her, wetting his lips. He leaned forward, face to face with her pussy. He gave an experimental lick. He was pleased when she let out a breathy moan.

He began lapping at her juices, her heavy breathing becoming moans. Embry tilted his head into the crook of her neck, sucking hickeys into her skin. He groped her breasts, massaging them before pinching and flicking her nipples.

Paul, continuing the assault on her pussy, placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing harsh circles. She bucked her hips. Her hand flew to his hair, gently pulling at it. Paul groaned into her. She laid her head back onto Embry’s shoulders.

She bucked her hips again, only this time, Embry wrapped his arm around her, tightening it to stop her from moving.

“Stay still for Paul.” He murmured into her neck. She relaxed her hips.

Her moans became more frequent the longer Paul ate her out.

She began to squirm, “I…I’m so close.” She moaned out.

Embry glanced at Paul, finding no sign of him stopping. “Cum for him, baby.” She let out a loud whine as she came.

She relaxed against Embry, breathing heavily. She softly pushed at Paul’s head. “Too sensitive.”

He pulled back, smirking at the boy behind her. He’s planning something.

“You want to sit on Embry’s face?” She turned to look at Embry, his face was red from his pack mate’s idea.

“Yeah..” She said, gently pushing Embry to lie down to which me complied. She turned her body over, shuffling up his body until her core hovered over his face.

“I said ‘sit’, not ‘hover’” Paul reminded, moving from behind to stand in front of her.

She lowered herself until she was sitting on his face. Embry’s hands gripped her hips, he wasting no time sucking on her clit. She moaned loudly, still sensitive from her first orgasm.

Paul unzipped his shorts, throwing them next to her clothes. “Suck.” He demanded. She immediately wrapped her lips around his hard cock.

Embry nudged her ass up enough to push three fingers inside her, causing a chain reaction. He forced a moan out of her, Paul almost came from the vibrations from her.

Unfortunately for him, (Y/n) noticed this. She pulled his dick out of her mouth, she began to stroke him fast. She gave one hard suck to his tip, making him groan. His hand went straight to her hair, shoving his cock down her throat and cumming.

Embry gave a particularly hard suck to her clit, making the coil snap in her stomach. She came all over his fingers. She pulled Paul out of her mouth, also lifting herself from Embry’s fingers, she rolled to sit on the ground to free him.

The three breathed heavily for a second. Of course, Paul and Embry caught their breath faster than she did due to them being supernatural.

Paul smirked at her. “I hope you’re not done.” She shook her head, she needed them to fuck her again.

Wordlessly, Embry crawled to her, now kneeling between her legs. He lifted up her legs to set them on his shoulders.

After, he lined himself up with her entrance, he looked at her. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

With that, he slid into her, both of them moaning at the feeling of one another. Once he began to move, albeit slowly, he leaned down to kiss her neck.

She wiggled her hips a bit. “Faster, please.” She begged. Embry rocked his hips faster, rougher.

Paul chuckled from somewhere she couldn’t see. “Little whore can’t come without being fucked hard?” He taunted.

She shook her head, tears filling her eyes from the pleasure. Paul grinned at her pathetic state.

Embry slammed into her harder and harder as his release was already approaching. Her moans got louder when he started to rub harsh circles onto her clit.

“E-mbry, I-I’m gonna cu-m.” She struggled to get out with his thrusts.

“Cum, Pretty Girl,” He whimpered out to her.

She came with a broken moan. She clenched around Embry, causing his orgasm to hit. He filled her to the brim with a long, high pitched moan. She prayed she never would forget the sound.

She let her legs fall from his shoulders as he pulled out of her, Paul immediately taking his place.

He tapped her inner thigh, “Face down, ass up.” She quickly obeyed, rolling over, getting up on her knees and laid her head on the ground.

He teased her slit with his tip. (Y/n whimpered, “Paul, baby, don’t tease.”

Paul slapped her ass. “You’re not in any position to be making demands.” He spanked her ass again, causing her to yelp.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I just really want you,” she whined for him.

“You want me that bad?” He mocked her.

“Yes, pleas- ah.” She was cut off by her own moan when he shoved himself inside of her. He didn’t bother starting slow, he relentlessly pounded into her, making her cry out repeatedly.

He went impossibly faster, her mouth open in a permanent ’o’. She was clawing at the ground for something to hold onto.

Embry crawled over to her, taking her hands into his for something to hold on to. She was gripping onto his hands so tight as Paul gave her the ride of her life.

Paul leaned down, wrapping his big hand around her throat tightly, but not enough to hurt her or completely restrict her breathing.

She began to clench around him. He knew she was close. He reached down, playing with her clit.

“Please, pl-ease, don’t stop, please. I’m go-oing to cum-m,” she babbled, tearing up from pleasure.

“Going to cum all over my dick? You want to come?” Paul teased her, pinching at her clit.

“Yes, yes, please. Make m-me cum, ma-make me cum.” She begged, tightening her grip on Embry’s hands. Embry’s thumb rubbed the back of her hand, but due to the pleasure, she didn’t notice. “I’m go-ing to cum!”

“Cum,” he spoke, voice starting to strain.

She came with a broken moan, clenching hard around his cock. Paul groaned, pressing this hips firmly against her ass, spilling his seed inside her.

Both of them relaxed against each other, breathing heavily. Paul pulled out of her, watching a mix his, Embry’s and her cum ooze out of her.

With Paul out of her, (Y/n) rolled onto her side, giving her knees a rest. Embry tapped against her cheek. She lifted her head, he placed his leg where her head was, allowing her to rest her head on his thigh.

Paul sat next to her, rubbing her back as she caught her breathe.

“Are you okay?” Embry asked.

She glanced up at him and nodded, “Yeah. It was amazing, thank you.”

Paul smiled softly, something no one would expect from him. He rubbed his thumb across her check. Embry smiled at the sight.

Their smiled dropped when they heard howls in the distance.

“Shit, I forgot we were on patrol.” Paul grumbled.

Embry grabbed his shorts and cleaned her with them. She winced from the oversensitivity. Once he was done, she quickly stood up on wobbly legs and shrugged her clothes on.

“Sorry we have to leave you like this,” Embry apologized, looking upset that he has to leave. She glanced over at Paul, him with the same look.

“It’s fine, boys. I did interrupt patrolling.” She walked up to them, pressing quick kisses to their cheeks. “Have fun.” She smiled before walking away.

“(Y/n)?” She turned at the call of her name. Paul winked at her. “Don’t forget to make a visit to Quil and Jared!”

[iveleftitwithyou]

casual pt. 2 | paul lahote x reader fluff

you asked, i answered! this is part two to this smut from last night. someone requested this plot for the next chapter and i was so excited i had to write it immediately, so to whoever asked, i hope i did it justice!

thank you guys again for all of the love and support as i find my writing feet for the first time in years. it's been so rewarding to see the little like and reblog notifications come through, y'all are the best. i hope you enjoy!!! ❤️

warnings: mention of sexually explicit material, swearing, fluff

word count: 1.73k

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you’d never seen Paul look so calm.

he was stretched out on your bed, your comforter resting loosely on his hips - he must have pushed it off when he’d gotten warm during the night. having a body temperature of 108 degrees was not for the weak. soft snores escaped his lips as you admired the softness of his features, your head resting on his bare bicep. you’d been like this for about twenty minutes, just admiring the beauty of your boyfriend as he slept.

your boyfriend. the word that once felt like a weight upon your shoulders was lifted now, a sense of peace overwhelming any fear or doubt associated with the term.

after your, ahem, eventful night on the side of the road, you and Paul had a long conversation about your relationship.

“is it casual now?” Paul smirked, his nose just inches from yours as he hovered over you on the seat.

“you know, i might have to reconsider that,” you sighed, closing the distance to plant a kiss on his lips. he laughed and buried his nose in your neck, kissing the delicate skin softly.

“i had a feeling you’d say that, princess.”

the two of you had stayed up late that night, you explaining your fears about being in a relationship and him finding a way to quell each of them. how did you get so lucky?

being around Paul was like being wrapped in a warm blanket. to everyone else, he was a tough, temperamental asshole, but to you, he was nothing but perfect. it was more than just the imprint - it was your first time feeling so connected to someone, and you wanted to soak up as much of it as possible.

unfortunately, though, you knew you had to wake Paul up soon; before you left last night, you had promised Emily you would come for lunch today.

propping yourself up on one elbow, you placed your hand gently on Paul’s face, fingers gently stroking his chin as you attempted to wake him up without startling him. his face twitched at your touch and he leaned his head further into your palm, but didn’t wake.

your hand slid slowly down to his shoulder, applying gentle pressure as you shook him awake. a look of confusion flashed across his face as he opened his eyes, assessing where he was. when his eyes met yours, the confusion disappeared and a smile took its place.

“g’morning, princess,” Paul mumbled, pulling you into his chest. he let out a sigh as he got comfortable once again, apparently planning to go back to sleep.

“Paul, we have to be at Emily’s at 11. we need to get up,” you made no effort to escape his grasp.

“five more minutes? don’t wanna let you go yet,” he bargained sleepily, petting your hair softly and planting a kiss on the top of your head. he knew he would win.

“fine, but i’m counting in my head.”

after a little more than five minutes, it was really time to get up, or you’d be late. you removed the blankets from yourself, groaning as the cold air hit your exposed legs. you untangled yourself from Paul’s hold, leaving a short kiss on his forehead as you climbed out of bed. you could have sworn you saw him blush.

your first order of business was to take a shower. you’d gotten a little sweaty last night, both for the expected reason and because your boyfriend was essentially a space heater covered by a blanket in your bed. you gathered your clothes, throwing together a random shirt and jeans, not really caring enough to put a lot of effort into your outfit today. Paul sat up on his elbows as he watched you grab a towel out of the linen closet.

“ooh, taking a shower? mind if i join?” he was only half serious.

“you wish, Lahote,” you remarked, turning around to give him a joking side-eye before you shut the bathroom door. maybe next time you’d let him.

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the ride to La Push was quiet, but good quiet. the quiet that happens when you feel comfortable with someone.

Paul’s eyes darted back and forth between you and the road, trying to soak in as much of you as possible without crashing the car. “you look so good today, y/n.” he smiled, squeezing your hand softly. “i mean, you always do, but being my girlfriend suits you.”

your cheeks turned red as you looked at him, unable to hide your smile at hearing him call you that. you were his, and he was yours. there was no more uncertainty.

“i think being my boyfriend looks good on you, too.” it was your turn to make him blush.

Paul didn't let go of your hand until he had to shift the truck into park, maneuvering to the end of the dead-end street. he jogged hastily around to your door, opening it for you and helping you out of the tall truck. as soon as your feet were on the ground, he grabbed your hand again, squeezing it once as he offered you a soft smile. 

“guys, Paul and y/n are here!” Seth yelled to the rest of the house, smiling at you both as you and Paul entered the front door. 

“ooh, y/n is here!” Embry repeated excitedly in a high-pitched voice, running over to wrap you in a hug that almost knocked you over. “i missed you sooooo much” you laughed awkwardly, knowing he was just doing it to piss Paul off, but wanting to avoid another fight between the two. last night had been enough.

surprisingly, though, Paul just smacked him upside the head, pulling you into his side tightly after Embry let go.

“wow, no fight about that? she’s changed you…” Embry feigned solemnness as he retreated to the dining room table. you eyed Paul suspiciously, but there was little anger in his eyes.

you and Paul moved to join the other pack members at the table, still attached at the hip. Paul pulled out your chair for you to sit before taking a seat in the one next to you, scooting it as close as possible to your side. Jacob eyed you suspiciously. you knew the boys could tell something had changed between you two, but you weren’t sure if Paul was ready to get into it, so you bit your tongue and smiled timidly back at Jake.

just then, Emily rounded the corner with two giant steaming hot pans of lasagna. the smell made your mouth water; you and Paul had skipped breakfast, so you were extra hungry as you served yourself from the pan. “this looks delicious, emily, thank you.” she smiled, appreciating the gratitude.

after a few minutes of allowing the pack to enjoy his imprint’s cooking, Sam began running through the patrol schedules for next week. it was hard to focus on his words when all you wanted to do was admire your new boyfriend, but you tried your best to remember the shifts Paul was assigned to. you didn’t like asking him about the schedule a million times throughout the week.

Emily came to collect the empty lasagna pans a few minutes later, gesturing for you to follow back into the kitchen. you squeezed Paul’s arm and whispered, “i’ll be back,” waiting for a nod of acknowledgement before standing up from your seat and joining Emily.

“so, what happened? you guys seem different today, in a good way. Paul seems much calmer than normal.”

“if i tell you, you can’t tell anyone, Em,” you sighed, thinking of the teasing you’d get from the pack if they found out what you and Paul did last night.

“well, if he thinks about it when he goes on patrol later today, they’ll all know soon enough.” you had temporarily forgotten this one key aspect of your boyfriend being a shifter - nothing was a secret among the pack.

“oh, god, Em, i’ll never live it down” you buried your face in your hands, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

“come on, y/n, if they know better they won’t say anything. especially not with Paul around.”

“i hope not,” you winced. “we may or may not have had a… fun night last night, if you know what i mean, and it stirred up a lot of feelings for both of us. i asked him to be my boyfriend.”

“oh my god, y/n!!! finally!!!” Emily squealed, grabbing your hands in hers with a toothy smile on her face. you were grateful she chose not to pry on what you meant by “fun.” she surely knew what you were implying.

“did you tell her?” a deep voice came from behind you, startling you. Paul chuckled as you jumped at the intrusion. you relaxed into him as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaving a kiss on your scalp before gently resting his head on it.

“about you being my boyfriend, yes. and you better keep your thoughts quiet on what happened last night, Lahote.”

“woah, what happened last night?” shit, of course Quil had heard that. “you two get it on?”

“i bet they did. they don’t call him ‘lucky Lahote’ for nothing” Embry added, smacking Paul gently on the shoulder. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the nickname despite its implications. Paul was yours now, and you knew his days of one-night-stands were over with.

“can you guys shut the fuck up?” Paul glared at the pair, tightening his grip on your waist slightly. “actually, what happened was that y/n finally agreed to settle and be my girlfriend - something you two idiots will never experience.”

you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh at the shocked and hurt looks on Embry and Quil’s faces, knowing neither would have a good comeback for that. they both just looked embarrassed, and you were proud of Paul’s wit. it took a second for you to realize that he had not only unashamedly introduced you as his girlfriend, but he also thought you… settled?

“i didn’t settle, Paul. you know you’re too good for me.” you twisted in his embrace, wanting to make eye contact with him to drive the point home. he shook his head before pressing his lips against your forehead.

“i guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree.”

tags: @midnightheat

[randomfanboi]

Masseur

Paul Lahote x Male Reader (Smut)

Summary: Everyone knows about Paul’s anger issues. But when his anger lets him lash out at his wolf pack and cause several fights. Emily proposes to Sam that a massage might be a good idea, since there was one not too far. Paul is irritated by the whole thing but Sam forces him to go. Paul is annoyed when he shows up to the place but when he lays eyes on his masseur, his now imprint, things take a turn for the best.

Author: This is also my first Paul Lahote smut! And you know, Paul is so angry in the movie I think he deserves a massage… especially by me. But enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, anal sex, 18+

Paul let out a heavy sigh, as he rubbed a hand down his face. “It WiLl bE goOd foR yOu.” Paul mocked as he remembered what Sam told him when he and Emily made the arrangement. Paul looked at the massage parlour where Emily had arranged a session for him. Everyone did know that Paul had anger issues, however two months ago it started getting worse. Paul would snap at anyone that slightly irritated him mostly his wolf pack and some occasions Sam but never Emily since that was a death wish.

Sam was getting fed up with it. Once a week minor fights turned into brawls not everyday but every hour. Almost no one wanted to do patrol with him and there was no coordination with Paul. Sam confessed his concerns with the wolf pack regarding Paul to Emily and she suggested a massage for him, Sam saw no better option so she arranged it. When it was announced to Paul he wanted nothing to do with it till Sam literally forced Paul to go, being Alpha had its perks.

Back to the present, Paul stomped his way into the parlour already wearing an irritated expression. He stopped by the front desk, as the lady looked up at him. “Can I help you?” She asked raising a brow at his irritation. Paul rolled his eyes. “I’m here for a session.” “Name?” “Paul Lahote.” The lady glanced at her computer before looking at him again. “Your right on time.” She pointed down a hall. “Door 7.” She said as she returned to her computer. Paul went down the hall without thanking her, on purpose.

Paul came to the door and opened it, he went through the door and closed it behind him as he surveyed his surroundings. This looked expensive to Paul. The massage bed was placed in the middle of the room, to the right of the bed was a rectangular pool surrounded by pebbles and candles. The wall that the pool was closest to, had water falling at a gentle soothing pace. There was a mirror facing one of the heads of the massage bed, with a sink under it and plants were everywhere.

There were windows but the noticeable one was the ceiling one revealing nature. And a wooden closet with sliding doors with towels, and massage liquids etc on the shelves. After Paul noticed the closet he noticed the person going through it, you. “Oh, welcome!” You said clasping your hands. “I’m Y/N, by the way your looking around, is this your first time?” “Yeah.” Paul said in his attitude.

Paul was about to make a snarky comment towards you but froze as he made eye contact with you. Paul immediately forgot about his surroundings, hell it felt like even the ground or gravity didn’t even exist anymore. You’re his imprint. Paul’s eyes widened as he let out a gasp, realising and taking in your gorgeous features. Paul was staring at you mouth open, as you had no idea what was going through Paul’s mind, you giggled at his expression. “I’ve been told, that I’m beautiful and sexy before, but your face really takes the cake.” You stated with a smirk.

Paul only realised what he was doing now and his cheeks flared up in embarrassment. Embarrassment only seeped in further when he realised how much the pack members would tease him for how he looked just now. Paul tried to speak but stammered. Thank fuck the pack isn’t here. “S-sorry uhhhhhhh-.” “It’s alright.” you said with a chuckle, which Paul now cherished. Paul couldn’t believe him hearing himself, he’s heard of wolves getting nervous in front of their imprint but his was just on another level.

“Alright, you quickly undress while I set up the oils and adjust the bed.” Paul blinked twice, realising he had to take his clothes of now in front of his imprint. “U-uhh all of it- the clothes!?” Paul sputtered out. “Usually all customers take all their clothes off, but you can keep on whatever makes you comfortable.” You spoke with a warm smile. Paul gulped before removing his clothes. While he did, you prepared the massage bed, occasionally casting a side glance at Paul.

Paul smirked as an idea popped into his mind, each part of his body that he revealed he flexed a little and it worked. He caught your eyes lingering longer at his body and subtly biting your lip, that was definitely an ego boost for Paul. You then tossed Paul a towel and quickly got some oils from the closet. “Alright you can lay down on the bed if your ready.” Paul nodded and laid down on the massage bed. Paul swear that his heart had never beaten this fast before, he was genuinely nervous.

“Right, let’s start at the back.” Your hands moved down on to Paul’s back and Paul had to stop himself from moaning loud. Paul has been touched by other people but that was nothing compared to this. Each movement from your hands to his skin was like a spark of pleasure that the imprint bond only amplified. Even the faintest of touches made Paul want to groan. “Wow there’s a lot of tension, lemme just-.” Paul couldn’t stop himself in time.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!”

The loud moan from Paul echoed around the room. Your hands ceased as Paul’s face began to redden at the realisation of what just happened. He froze completely not daring to say a word before sputtering out words in the silent room. “Y/N-I-UHH!” You began chuckling. “So you liked it that much eh?” Paul face reddened further. “Sorry about-.” “Don’t worry misterrrrrr-.” “Call me Paul.” “Don’t worry about it Paul I prefer that you continue making these noises let’s me know I’m doing a good job.” Paul quietly groaned at the seductive tone in your voice.

Throughout the massage Paul let out groans, gasps and moans, each one had you biting your lip, taking everything not to go further with him. When you were done with his calves, you reached out for a different massage oil. “Alright, Paul you can lay on your back now.” Paul’s eyes widened, as much as he would love for you to continue touching him on the front of his body, something noticeable will be poking at you from his waist towel. Paul breathed in and out, trying to calm his dick down before laying on his back.

You continued, starting with his pecs, his moans and groans continued as you pressed, grazed and lathered his torso. His moans had you biting your lip taking literally everything for you not to go further with him. As your right slid down to his abs, you noticed something, the towel covering his hip to high thigh level, something was poking out. You bit your lip again. You let your left hand continue your movements as your right hand lifted the edge of the towel up. You craned your head a bit down, to look under the towel.

It was hard and big.

You glanced at Paul, his face contorted in pleasure. An idea hit you, one you liked the sound of. I mean he’s so caught up in pleasure it wouldn’t hurt to go a little beyond with him and you only live once. You thought. You carefully lifted the towel off, licked your lips and craned your head down before putting his cock in your mouth.

Paul eyes shot open as the most pleasurable sensation exploded through his body. He let out a mixture of a moan and gasp. His eyes focused to what was happening to see the most sexiest thing in his life. You, his imprint bobbing up and down on his cock. Paul let his head fall back with a breathy “fuck.” You then held on to Paul’s thighs and began taking in more of his cock before taking it entirely as his tip hit the back of your throat. “Oh fuck!” Paul yelled out, his hands gripped the edge of the massage bed as his teeth clamped his lips. You let his cock fall out of your mouth with a pop, looking at Paul, whilst stroking his fuckstick.

“Damn, you really seem to have a lot of tension in your body Paul. Mind if I continue?” You asked seductively. Paul opened his eyes to make eye contact with you. “N-no, please fu-fuckin continue.” You laughed noticing the pleasure had Paul trembling. “Hmmmm.” You put his cock in your mouth again getting back to the original pace. Paul hissed as he craned his head forward to look at you more clearly. Your mouth was magical, he hadn’t felt anything like it.

Placing a hand on your head, a devious grin appeared on Paul’s face, before his hand forced you down his cock. You let out a surprised hum before gagging, Paul’s eyes rolling at the pleasure. Paul chuckled slightly as he continued to force your mouth down with his hand. You then stilled where only his tip was in your mouth. You indicated to Paul with a hum. Paul grinned again as he grabbed your head with both hands and started thrusting his hips relentlessly. “Ohohhoo fuck!” Paul exclaimed.

You again let Paul’s cock out with a pop. But before you could continue, Paul’s hand pulled your head towards his, putting his lips on yours. Your tongues entangled around each other, as Paul tugged at your shirt, you then took it off. Paul took about two seconds to admire your torso, his teeth bit his lip eagerly. You connected your lips with Paul, a moan coming from the the both of you.

Your tongues danced and entangled around each other. Paul had never done this before with a guy but in the heat of the moment he couldn’t give a fuck. His big hands gripped your ass and squeezed. You moaned into his mouth as Paul let out a chuckle. He then pulled your pants down along with your underwear. Paul’s hand slid up and down your shaft as you groaned, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Paul took this as a chance to bite down on your neck as you gasped. He then sucked at your skin making you moan loudly, Paul then lathered his tongue over your hickey.

Paul then grabbed your hips and spinned you around quickly and spread your ass open revealing your aching hole. He slithered his tongue in as you let out a gasp at the feeling of something warm enter through your entrance. Paul continued, ravishingly manoeuvring his tongue, you tasted so fucking good and your moans only encouraged him. Paul then suddenly had an idea, an idea he always wanted to try. Gripping your hips, he placed your thighs on his right shoulder. You were upside down, Paul’s cock touching your cheek, and you took it into your mouth. He then carefully placed your left leg on his other shoulder and began again at your entrance

You felt Paul’s hot tongue dancing in and out of your entrance you bit your lip. Before your putting your head down to start sucking again. Paul would help every time you needed to lift your head up. You popped his cock out of your mouth. “Are we going to take this to the next step Mr. Lahote?” Paul snapped out of his pleasure responding with a maniacal grin. “Fuck yeah.” Paul set you down on the massage table once again. You looked back at him, smirking and wiggling your ass. What came next was what you wanted and what Paul was craving, his hand came down and smacked your ass. The pain becoming euphoria as you moaned out. Paul chuckled before repeating the motion, groping and rubbing your ass after each smack. After a while he placed both hands on each ass cheek and leaned in, and spread your ass open. Paul saved the image of your hole. Oh it’s practically begging for me. Paul thought.

Paul then gripped his cock, stroking it a little whilst gazing at the sight of your desperate hole. He then lightly slapped your hole with his cock and began grinding against, causing a needy whine from you and Paul chuckling at your reaction. “Ready?” Paul questions in a teasing tone. You cocked your head to the door of the massage room. “I was the moment you walked through that door.” Paul grinned, gripped his fuckstick, and entered you. The moment Paul’s tip entered, the nerve system in your body and Paul’s exploded with pleasure which only increased as you took more inches of Paul’s cock . “Fuck.” Paul cursed out, whilst you were moaning. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as each inch of Paul’s cock slid into you slowly.

You turned your head back to make eye contact with Paul, a playful mischievous glint in your eyes that made Paul gulp. “I want it harder.” You then slammed your body back, filling your hole with the rest of Paul’s fuckstick, Paul gasped and gripped your hips. “…And faster.” You smirked. Paul growled, smacked your ass again, and began thrusting into you at a accelerated pace. Your whole body, mind, and might as well fucking soul, was filled you with pleasure your mind going completely blank. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as Paul’s cock re-welcomed itself into your hole again and again.

Like you, Paul was lost in pleasure. Each slam and thrust brought pleasure through his nerves and passion to his veins. The imprint bond felt like it amplified everything. Paul’s hips literally couldn’t stop, even if he wanted it to, and why would he? Your moans only furthered him into a frenzy. Paul’s left hand held your hip tightly whilst his other hand, snaked to your neck. You then felt Paul’s fingers curl around your neck, before his hand grasped your throat and tilted your head upwards. You let out moans of ecstasy at the action. Paul then tilted your head back towards him a little and leaned forward and found his lips on yours, tongues dancing in the dirty kiss.

Paul then forcefully pulled himself out of you, you whined almost begging him to put it back in. He then flipped you over and slammed back his fuckstick into you in the span of 3 seconds. You gasped as Paul’s lip’s connected with yours again, his tongue slithering with yours. Paul’s hands then firmly gripped your waist as you felt your back no longer touching the massage bed. Paul then lifted you up and slammed your hips on to his cock.

His cock hit it. That special spot.

You gasped loud, sounding surprised. Paul’s face turned wicked as his smirk became dangerous. He then continued slamming your hips down on his cock, it hitting your prostate with pinpoint accuracy. Your moans were muffled by his lips on yours again before he started to kiss the side of your jaw down to your neck. He licked the side of your neck before biting down and sucking on it. Your senses fucking exploded your moans so rapid that it felt like you had no room to breathe. You wanted to catch your breath but you were being selfish, you didn’t want to stop this pleasure not even for a instant.

After Paul gave you again a hickey, multiple one’s actually, that he was proud of, he laid you down again on the massage bed. Paul then pushed your legs forward basically folding you in half, and making his cock go deeper inside you. Your eyes rolled at the sensation and you started to feel something in your lower stomach. You bit your lip and looked Paul straight in the eyes, challenge being prominent in your eyes. Paul’s raised his eyebrows. “Is that all you’ve got, Paul?” You challenged. It took a second for him to respond but he replied with a sharp thrust of his hips. “Oh no, people always say, save the best for last.” Paul replied. Paul then began slamming his cock again faster and deeper thanks to your position. Soon Paul feel that familiar feeling in his pelvis.

Paul gripped your legs and leaned forward to connect your lips again. His ,fucking, pace increased as he growled against your neck. Paul was fighting with his wolf for control the sensations were getting too much and just right at the same time. Your moans turned to keens getting louder and louder, the pleasure reaching a spike, then another spike, pleasure reaching beyond you and Paul have ever felt. The imprint bond was sure to blame for this as Paul lost control of his hips, slamming his cock into you at a unbelievable speed. Paul snarled, the pleasure escalating far greater than he expected. It’s as if your pleasure became one, reaching pleasure and passion never felt before. You locked eyes with Paul, lust and passion in both your eyes, till the pleasure reached its peak… and soared to the heavens, as you both cum.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

“SHIT!”

“PAUL!”

“Y/N FUCK!”

The orgasm felt like it was the best thing in your life that you were alive to only feel this. Heavy pants followed after the release between you and Paul. He then pulled his cock out of your filled whole, his cum spilling out immediately, he grinned at that. Paul then leaned over towards you and licked your mess off your chest, savouring the taste of you. Paul then connected your lips in a lazy kiss, before gazing at you thoughtfully. You closed your eyes in the post bliss. You made eye contact with Paul. “Well that was… amazing.” “Tell me about it.” Paul chuckled out. “Well I hope as your masseur I got those tense muscles sorted out?” You asked. “You did more than I could ask for… thanks.”

You sat up and glanced at the clock in the room. “You’ve still got thirty minutes of your session left is-WOAH!” You were interrupted as Paul pulled you by the waste and inserted his tongue inside your mouth. “Good I’m not done with you yet.” Paul let out a wicked smirk.

…

“How was your session Paul?” Emily asked placing muffins on the table. Paul thought back to what happened earlier that day grinned. “Pretty good.” Paul stated. Jared raised a eyebrow at him. “It seemed more than ‘pretty good’.” “Yeah, you didn’t even come to the pack house with a pissed off expression, which is the usual.” Said Embry taking a bite out of Emily’s cooking, Paul playfully pushed Embry and chuckled which almost surprised the entire pack. “The truth is, my masseur.” Paul took out a piece of paper, your number written in black ink on it. “… is my imprint.”

…

“Woah, you okay there Y/N? You look a little worn out and you look like you can’t even walk properly.” Lisa the massage parlour receptionist asked you with concern written over her face. “I’m fine Lisa.” You said chuckling. “Just had a special customer.” You looked down at the paper you were holding with hopeful expression as you read Paul’s number for the eighth time already.

…

You were organising the massage towels after another successful massage. You quickly had to get these things organised as your next session would start at any moment now. Just as you finished with the towels, knocks were heard by the door as someone opened it. “Y/N?” A familiar voice called out your named. You smiled making eye contact with the man who fucked your brains out a week ago. “Paul… same procedure as last time?” You said whilst taking off your shirt. Paul closed the door behind him and chuckled. “Of course.”

[runwithwolvcs]

Addicted To You

The Princess and The Wolf

wordcount: 1248

"well, well, well, look who it is." Sulli teased as she tapped Paul on the shoulder. She shouldn’t be surprised, she had spotted Jared first, then knew he couldn’t have been too far. The really do travel like a pack. Though she was disappointed she never received a text he was back in town.

“Sulli, what are you doing here?" A genuine confusion crossed his features.

"having fun," Sulli said vibrantly, putting her hand on his chest as she asked,  "want to have fun with me?"

"you’re drunk," Paul mused, watching as she apologized to a girl who had bumped into her.

"barely," She brooded. She wished she was blacked out on the dance floor, but the moody wolf caught her eye. Standing on her toes she whispered in his ear,  "missed you,"

"thats how i know you are drunk," He chuckled, “let me get you a taxi,"

She frowned, not understanding why he was acting the way he was. She did miss him. All the time, it felt like she was missing something and when she was with him, that feeling disappeared. Sulli figured out in Seattle that it was him.

"whats wrong?" The older man asked, sliding his arm around her waist to pull her closer as other people moved past them.

“Why are you so mean all the time?" She asked, her lip jutting out like a little kid. 

Pauls eyebrows furrowed at her question, “I didn’t do anything,"

“Nows not the time, Paul," A man she vaguely remembered said from behind him

“Back off," Paul snapped at the familiar man before turning back to her. He cupped her cheek, regaining her focus solely on him, “Hm?"

He didn’t get it.  Of course he didn’t. Sulli couldn’t help but sneer as she spoke, “I cant believe i was willing to give you a second chance,"

“Hey," He frowned, stroking her cheek softly. She could feel herself wavering, torn between wanted to forgive him or punch him. All from one little touch and his soft brown eyes. She wouldn’t let this go that easily, no fucking way.

Sulli pushed him off, “You said you were going to protect me."

“Sulli,” His eyes widened as he began to try and calm her down as her tone got louder, only to be cut off.

Sulli could practically feel the rage in her veins like she had when she saw him for the first time in ten years, “You never showed up. They called you and you never fucking came!”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, holding her shoulders to keep her from swaying back and forth.

“At the hospital. I told them you would believe me.” Sulli murmured quietly as tears filled her eyes. Her drunk mind bringing her back to when she was a little girl, fighting the nurses as she begged them to call Paul, or Sue. She had just broken her arm after being pushed down a flight of stairs by her foster dad, Larry, and it was her word against her foster parents. She knew Paul would believe and get her out of there but he never showed.

"take her home," Sam ordered, coming up from behind Paul, "now,"

"Sam," Paul started, his eyes hardening again.

"Go, Paul." Sam demanded, not backing down, "you’re too distracted and she’s drunk, it’s not safe."

Paul sighed and tugged her wrist roughly, “come on,"

"no,” Sulli fought back, digging her heels into the ground.

"I’m not asking," He nearly barked at her, only for her to cross her arms in defence. He couldn’t intimidate her. He sighed and before she knew it, she was thrown over his shoulder.

With a small shriek of surprise, she demanded, ”put me down!”

“Paul!” She yelled again as the breeze of fresh air hit her, causing her to wonder how he made it to the door and outside so quickly. 

The older man ignored her pleas and profanity as he promptly walked through the parking lot with her over his shoulder, only setting her down once they had reached what she assumed was his car. A old, beaten down Jeep. She remembered it from when she was little. 

"I’m gonna be sick," She warned before bolting to the bushes lining the car park. Paul wasn’t far behind her as she felt her hair being gathered and lifted from her shoulders and back. A soothing hand rubbing up and down her spine.

As she finished puking, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up straight way to fast for her brains liking. The world around her was spinning causing her to stumble backwards and right into Paul who caught her by her waist, keeping her upright and on her feet.

"fuck, Sulli," He looked down at her with concerned eyes as she peered up at him.

"sorry," She mumbled as she let him lead her to his car. He opened the door for her and got her seated before she began to kick off her heels, “ I can just walk home.”

"no, hey, it’s okay." He reassured her as he knelt in front of where she sat with her legs dangling out of the passenger seat of his car, "you feel better? hm?"

She nodded, "are you mad at me?"

"no," He said as he swiped her hair from her face for her, "just worried,"

"you worry about me?" The younger girl asked teasingly. A childish grin on her face as she twisted her body to get a better look at the inside of his car. She had never been inside of it before, holding true to not wanting to be stuck in a moving vehicle with him. 

Paul muttered, “everyday for the past ten years,"

"why?" She asked curiously. He sure didn’t act like he was worried about her.

"because..." Paul let out a sigh, as if he was reluctantly telling her something,  "you’re my imprint."

"imprint." Sulli repeated.

“Yeah,”

A look of confusion crossed her face as she racked her brain for a definition of the word imprint. She could only come up with one and she doubted thats what he meant so, begrudgingly, she admitted, “I don’t know what that is.”

“I know.” He chuckled before mentioning, “Thats what we need to talk about. Is Kaycee working tonight?”

“Yeah,” She hummed absentmindedly.

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He told her, and from his tone she knew better than to argue. Besides, she didn’t want to be alone anyways, that was the whole reason she went out after work.

A small whine left the girls lips, “Only if rub my back like you did when I was little.”

“I’ll do anything for you, princess.” He murmured, sliding his palm across the length of her bare thigh. The little dress she wore exposed the entire length of her leg and as his hand reached near the hem, she put hers over top of his, holding it in place. The heat radiating from it warmed her body. She smiled at the pet name, remembering how she had, had a nightmare and he told her about a fairytale. Paul had completely made it up, telling her she was princess, and he was the wolf that was going to protect her. She didn’t need a prince because she was strong on her own, but the wolf would always be there to help.  If only that were true.

Sulli looked at him with an unamused look before she muttered, “I am a fucking princess.”

[sarcasmandships]

red strings of fate ~ iii

the two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. this magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break

word count: 2.9k

paul lahote x imprint!reader

content warnings: very smutty 

part one. part two. 

Paul kisses me back like a man starved.

I shift my body as our lips remain locked so I am hovering over him, my hair, still damp, forms a curtain around my face and blocks out the glow of light that I can still sense through closed eyes. His hands slide down my body to rest on my hips, and I feel his large hands pressing against my bones as he pulls me over his body, so I am straddling him.

His lips are surprisingly soft for someone who always looks so harsh and angry, I run my fingers up his neck without stopping to draw breath. His jaw his sharp under my fingertips. He lets out a low moan as I inadvertently roll my hips into him and I freeze, the noise seems to remind me of the reality of what we are doing, of what we might be about to do.

“You okay?” he asks breathily as I draw back a few inches from his face.

I nod and move to reconnect our lips, but he grips my hips tighter and rolls us over, so now he is on top of me. He doesn’t rest his full body weight on me, which I am grateful for because I know his defined muscle mass must put him at least 200 pounds. He kisses me again, this time with more force and desperation, and his hands begin to roam over my body, eventually resting on the waist band of my pyjamas.

My breath hitches in my throat and he pulls back his lips again, I almost protest but he beats me to it.

“Is this okay?” he asks, “we don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to.”

“No,” I say desperately, “I want to.”

His fingers trace along the waistband, tickling the skin of my lower abdomen and sending tingles down my body.

“Have you done this before?” he asks.

I nod, thinking back to the few other times I had been in this position with a boy. With their unskilled and clumsy hands trailing my body, grabbing, and squeezing at their favourite parts. My face must reflect my distain for my prior sexual experiences because he smirks down at me.

“Did you like it?” he whispers in my ear, and I shiver.

“Not really,” I answer honestly, because what’s the point of lying, “they never made me feel anything, or if they did it was just uncomfortable.”

I reflect on their sharp and uncoordinated thrusts, their impatience when their blind fingers of tongues were taking too long to make me finish, when they eventually got bored and moved on to fulfilling their own pleasure.

His lips brush my neck, then my jaw, and finally rest at my ear as he speaks again in a low whisper, “do I make you feel something?”

I unconsciously clench my thighs together, “yes,” I say through gritted teeth.

He grins cheekily at me, and I would scowl at how pleased he looks with himself if I wasn’t so desperate for him to continue, I don’t want him to stop now.

“Well, this is only the beginning.”

His lips attach themselves to my neck, kissing just under my left ear and he gently begins to trail kisses along my neck, resting at a spot near my collarbone as his actions elicit a desperate and breathy moan from me. He continues like this for a few painfully slow moments, kissing at my neck and tickling along the waistband of my pyjamas until I buck my hips, wanting, needing, more from him.

I can feel him smile against my neck and I want to let out a snarky comment, but he has submitted to my wordless command and his hand has moved down into my pyjamas. His fingers still move painfully slow, teasing me as they creep lower and lower, and closer to the area where I need them most.

I can’t suppress the moan that slips from my lips when he pushes two skilled fingers inside of me. He goes slow at first, moving in and out, curling upwards, he responds well to my moans, silently figuring out which movements bring me the most pleasure. All whilst skilfully kissing and sucking at the skin on my neck, I secretly hope that they leave a mark.

With two fingers still buried inside of me, his thumb moves up to slowly circle my clit, and my hips buck upwards again. I moan loudly, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care that Paul is hearing the embarrassing sounds that fall from lips as he continues to work me with his fingers.

“Do you like that?” he whispers in my ear.

“Yes,” I gasp, “please don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it, darling.”

I almost want him to detach his lips from my neck and move them further down to replace his thumb, but I am enjoying the closeness of our bodies as his expert fingers continue to bring me relentless pleasure. I’m not used to this kind of intimacy, other boys have never cared about make me feel good too, and they usually never allow us to stay in this close position for too long, with our chests just centimetres apart.  Most boys seem to prefer fucking me from behind, and I almost never object because it’s easier if I can’t see their faces.

But I want to see Paul’s, I want to see his golden-flecked eyes and soft lips. So, I use one of the hands that had been gripping his muscular bicep to pull his face away from my neck and up so his face is hovering an inch from mine. His lips are pinker than usual, and I look into his eyes as he thrust a finger particularly deep into me, he smirks, and I kiss him again, so I don’t have to see his smug face.

He's moving faster now, as I have adjusted to his long fingers and grown more and more aroused. I’m close now, I can feel it growing in the pit of my stomach, my breaths are shallow and fast as I grip his soft, dark hair in my hand and tug on it lightly. He groans slightly at this and now it’s my turn to grin smugly.

“Do you like that?” I ask, mocking his earlier question.

He is sincere when he answers me, “I like it any time you touch me.”

His fingers are faster than ever now, and I moan embarrassingly loudly and desperately, but I no longer have the capacity to care as the pleasure he is bringing me is overwhelming. It feels strange to come undone from someone else’s fingers, no other boy has ever been able to make me finish, but Paul does. I come around his fingers, my legs clenching, I try to screw my eyes shut but Paul protests.

“No, keep them open,” he commands, “I want to see your eyes.”

Of course, I comply. How am I going to object to the man who is giving me this amazing orgasm? I look into his eyes, and he stares back at me, hungrily. When the final waves of pleasure begin to subside, I relax my body, and he acknowledges this cue by withdrawing his fingers from my body and licking them clean, without ever breaking eye contact. I blush scarlet.

We are both breathlessly silent for a few moments, he moves his body, so he is lying on his side next to me, and he uses a strong arm to hook me in and press me against his chest. I snake my arms around him, and he squeezes me gently, then presses a soft kiss against my forehead.  I am beginning to regain my breath again and I choose to speak first.

“Thank you,” I mumble, “that was…that was good.”

I can’t see the smirk I know must be creeping over his face, “what? Never had an orgasm before?”

“Obviously I have,” I snap, “just never from someone else…”

“Ah, flying solo. That’s hot,” he chuckles.

I punch him playfully on the shoulder.

“What about you?” I whisper.

“What about me?” he asks, dumbly.

I look at him and roll my eyes, “you just finger-fucked me to an orgasm, don’t you want something in return?”

He shakes his head and I feel like I’ve made a mistake. Maybe he doesn’t want me in that way, he must see the doubt an uncertainty creeping across my face because he speaks quickly.

“I-I just mean that I don’t expect anything from you, you don’t need to feel obligated to do anything you don’t want to,” he is uncharacteristically flustered, but then regains his cocky demeanour as he adds, “just because I gave you a mind-blowing orgasm.”

“I don’t feel obligated,” I answer honestly, “I want to.”

“Okay then,” he swallows, “go ahead.”

I straddle him again and grab a hair-tie from the bedside table and sweep my half-wet hair up into a messy bun, I don’t need it getting in the way now. I kiss him slowly and mimic his earlier teasing by gently kissing down his neck. He doesn’t moan like I did, but his breathing grows ragged so I know I must be doing something right.

I begin to tug at the bottom of his t-shirt, and he understands what I want as he pulls it over his head, revealing his toned, muscular chest. His flat muscles ripple slightly, and I am almost sure he is flexing them, not that he needs it. His body is impressive enough when he is relaxed.

“Like what you see?” he smirks.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

I don’t answer, I just crash my lips against his again. I can feel how hard he already is under my body, and I grind my hips against him again, this elicits the deep, throaty moan I was looking for. I lift my hips up from his slightly, just enough to slip one of my hands under my body so I can palm him through his sweatpants. I waver slightly with only one hand pressed into my mattress to support myself and Paul’s hands grip my hips to keep me upright. He groans against my lips as I press harder into his erection.

“Please,” he whines, “do something.”

“I am doing something,” I tease.

“Well do something more,” he growls.

Teasing him is fun, but I know I will need to give him some more action if I want to hear more of his moans and grunts. I kiss down his neck again, but this time I don’t stop at his collarbone, I continue down his flat, hard ab muscles till I reach the waistband of his sweatpants. He helps me remove them, and his boxers, pulling them to his ankles and when my eyes flicker back up I see his erection right above my face. Like everything else about him, it’s big and I swallow hard, wondering how that would ever fit inside me when even his fingers left me feeling full to the brim.

He is propped up on his elbows as he looks down at me, desperation clear across his face.

I spit onto my hand and begin to slowly run it up and down his length, he throws his head back against my pillows and I apply extra pressure to the tip. Just like he did, I move slowly at first but begin to increase my speed as he responds to my touch, quiet moans escaping his lips.

He bucks his hips, just I had done, and I know this means he needs more. I open my mouth and slowly slide his cock into my mouth, one of his hands flies down to grip my hair but he doesn’t push my head down, and he doesn’t thrust up into my mouth either and I am grateful. Unlike other boys, he at least seems to have enough patience and respect to let me move at my own face.

Again, I move slowly at first. Bobbing my head up and down and using my hand to move up and down the remaining length that I cannot take into my mouth without gagging. I use my tongue to flick at the sensitive spot I know rests on the underside of his tip. He groans harder than ever now, his hands snaking through my hair to tug at the roots. His low, deep moans become higher and more frequent, I know he must be close because I can feel him twitching beneath my tongue and I begin to work up the nerve to take him further and further back into my mouth.

But he tugs on my hair harshly, pulling my mouth off him.

“Not like this,” he says breathlessly, “I want to be inside you first.”

I don’t resit when he pulls me back up towards him and removes my clothes, so I am just as naked as him, his eyes scan over my body and he grins as he takes in the sight, and then his calloused hands are roaming over my skin again, leaving it burning where his fingertips brush.

I’m beneath him again.

“Are you sure you’re good with this?” he asks again.

And the look on his face tells me he wouldn’t be angry in the slightest if I said no, but I want this, want him, more than anything.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

The groan Paul lets out as he slides inside of me is almost enough to drive me over the edge again, he does feel big inside of me, but surprisingly I feel no pain or discomfort as he begins to slowly thrust into me. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and pull him even closer to me, I wrap a leg around his waist and shift my hips upwards to allow him to reach a deeper angle.

This feels right, in a way that it never did with any other boy. I don’t know if it is the imprint bond, or some other inexplicable, force of nature but the feeling of him inside of me is like nothing I’ve experienced before. It’s not just bodily pleasure, there is something else that I can’t explain, some primal urge to never not be this close to him.Our moans harmonise together in a medley of ecstatic pleasure, his name slips from my lips and he almost growls at me.

“Do that again,” he demands, “say my name.”

The second time he speaks there is a hint of desperation in his voice, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t resist his name falling from my lips again as he slips a hand between our bodies to circle my clit again.

“Paul, don’t stop,” I groan into his neck., clawing at his back.

Not that I thought there was any danger of him doing that, but I like the effect my words have on him because he pounds into me faster. My bed frame creaks and rattles against the wall as my legs shake, his fingers are rubbing against me faster now and I am still so sensitive from my last orgasm that I come around him, every muscle clenching.

He is breathless now, his forehead slick with sweat and his hair plastered to it. I carefully brush some of the hair out of his eyes and kiss him soft on the lips, it is a gentle gesture contrasted against his relentless and rapid thrusts.

His hips are less controlled now, his thrust going sloppy and desperate.

“Come on,” I whisper in his ear, “you’ve made me finish twice, it’s your turn now.”

He thrusts into me again a few more times before he pulls out and uses his hand to help himself finish; he lets out the loudest moan yet as he finishes on my stomach. He hovers above me before a few more breathless moments before kissing me gently on the forehead.

“Hold on, I’ll go get a towel,” he says softly.

I catch my breath as he shuffles into the ensuite and comes back with a towel and begins to clean me up. He pulls his boxers back on and throws me my pyjamas and I redress quickly. I am curled up against my pillows, but he sits on the edge of the bed, looking unsure of his next move.

“D-do you want me to go?” he asks, not making eye contact with me.

“No,” I say, almost too quickly for my liking, “no, I want you to stay. Only if you want too though….”

He grins, “move over” he says, nudging me playfully as he crawls up the bed to settle down next to me.

I pull the duvet over both of us and roll over onto my side, facing away from him. Just as I hope, he pulls me into his arms, his chest pressed against my back and his large arms keeping me securely against his body.

“There’s a bonfire, tomorrow night, down at the beach,” he whispers into my hair, “it’s for the pack, and the tribe elders…but imprints are always invited too, and you should come…I-I want you to come.”

I smile because I know he can’t see me, “I’d like that.”

“Good,” he says sounding relieved and squeezed me again.

I fall asleep in his arms before he even flicks off the light.

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[sethsclearwater]

plssssss do a blurb where paul is super horny at emily's house and just can't keep his hands off of reader and she's like "wtf is wrong with you?" and he's just like "5 minutes please" and just throws her over his shoulder to quickly fuck in the bathroom and the rest of the pack is cracking up over how ridiculous he is

he is a CLOWN💀💀

...

"princess," paul murmured, coming to stand behind you and press soft kiss to your neck as he slid his arms around your waist.

you giggled, peeking over your shoulder to look at your imprinter, "'s wrong?" you asked softly, offering him a small smile.

"need you," he murmured, pushing his hips into yours to show you what he meant.

you giggled at the feeling, "you're ridiculous lahote," you rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to cutting up the zucchini for emily's new dish.

he let out a low whine, pressing more kisses up your neck, "5 minutes? please?" he asked softly, sounding a bit more desperate than he normally was considering how difficult you were being.

"paul," you giggled, dropping the knife so you could spin around in his arms and run your hands up his chest, "it's never just 5 minutes with you." you teased, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"the bathroom is open if you need it," emily's teasing voice came from behind the two of you and you immediately burst into a fit of giggles, squealing when paul threw you over his shoulder to bring you into the bathroom, the rest of the pack hootin and hollering about how grateful they were to not have to hear about paul whining about needing you all day.

as soon as paul kicked the door closed behind him, he was setting you down on the bathroom counter and pulling your dress up, "fuck," he groaned when he saw how soaked your panties were as he pushed them to the side, his other hand making quick work of pulling his cock out of its restraints, "such a needy little thing," he murmured when he slide his fingers through your folds, eliciting a low whine from you.

"you're the one who got us into this mess-" you started but were quickly cut off when paul sheathed his length into your cunt, both of you letting out loud moans at the pleasurable sensation.

"what was that you were saying princess?" paul asked teasingly, letting out a breathy chuckle when he started thrusting in and out of your heat, quickly setting a fast pace.

you didn't have the willpower to argue with him anymore, instead just leaned back and allowed paul to slide his fingers in between your thighs to rub tight, fast circles against the sensitive nub between your thighs.

"fuck paul," you whined, eyes fluttering shut as you dropped your head back and allowed the pleasure to course through you.

paul let out another breathy laugh when he felt your walls flutter around his length, letting him know you were closer to cumming than he'd originally thought, "you gonna cum on my cock kitten? show me how good my cock feels in that pretty little pussy?" he teased, pinching your clit when he didn't receive a response from you immediately, eliciting a loud whine from you.

"yes, fuck-" you whined, curling your toes as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching.

"go on then," paul encouraged, letting out a loud groan when you quickly came undone on him, forcing him to spill inside of you as well, quickly filling you up with his release.

his thrusts slowed as both of you came down from your highs, "holy fuck," paul groaned, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he brought you back down from your high.

"that was ridiculous," you murmured, giggling as he helped you off the counter.

you spun around in his arms so you could look at yourself in the mirror and work at fixing your hair before you went back outside. paul apparently had different ideas though and was quick to press his hand in between your shoulder blades, pushing you down until your chest was flush with the counter.

"oh my god," you rolled your eyes as he pulled your dress up, already pumping his cock to get ready for another round.

it really never is just five minutes with paul lahote.

[wolfpackss]

Hi!

Can I ask for a Sam Uley sister reader who got imprinted on by Paul and how Sam would react? Maybe some smutty things involved and they get caught in sam’s house or something?

“Dinner’s ready!” You almost didn’t hear Emily yell out to everyone, with your head in Kim’s lap as her fingers braid softly through your hair. She’s been practicing fishtail braids and she insisted your hair was perfect for it. Your peace being disturbed by a bunch of half naked guys running towards the kitchen, hoping to be the first to grab some food. “One last strand of hair, there! Finished!” Kim reaches out for a mirror and shows the you the finished look. “You did great Kim, as always!” You grin at her. “ now let’s get something to eat, before the guys eat everything.”

You both walk into the kitchen, laughing at something Kim said and you bump shoulders with each other before being dragged into your boyfriend’s lap. He starts filling your plate and his with food while leaving small little kisses on your neck. During dinner, Paul keeps his one hand on your inner thigh, caressing your skin with his thumb, sometimes giving it a soft squeeze to remind you he’s watching you as you laugh and talk with Emily and Kim.

After dinner you excuse yourself to pack your bags, with Paul fast behind you. You stayed the night at your brothers house to help Emily with wedding preparations. You were kind of weary about Emily in the beginning but that’s because you have a good relationship with Leah and the way their relationship ended wasn’t one you agreed to. But after learning all about the legends, imprints and shifters you decided to give Emily a chance. It’s not that you two were best friends now, but you like the woman and your brother loves her so who are you to stand in the way of fate.

Your daydreaming is cut short when you feel Paul’s hands on your hips, squeezing softly and pulling your ass into his crotch. His one hand wanders over your stomach, to your breasts, stopping only to softly pinch and twist your nipple, before stopping at your neck. You feel his fingers widen and clutch around your throat as he pulls your upper body to his. “Feel what you do to me, baby?” His grinding never stops and you can feel his hard cock straining beneath his shorts. “Fuck baby, need you.. Need you now!” A whimper escapes your mouth and that’s all Paul needs before he pushes you so your hands fall on the bed as hitches your dress up over your ass and pulls your panties to the side.

“Such a pretty pussy, all wet and glistening for me” you hear him mumble his words as he runs a finger through your slick folds and stops at your entrance. He pushes in a little bit before removing and slipping two fingers back inside you. The moan that comes out of you has him go feral. With one hand he keeps finger fucking you into oblivion while the other works at his belt and pants, trying to get them off. He pushes his pants and boxers to the ground and guides his cock to your pussy. He slides it between your folds, flicking your clit with the head, making you see stars. “You ready baby?” He slowly pushes in and let’s you adjust to his size. “So fucking good, so fucking tight” Paul grits his teeth as he starts moving faster, gripping your hips and pulling you back into his cock.

“Ey, y/n! Have you seen the folder with wedding dresses? Emily cant find them and she thinks you-“

You and Paul stop as both your head turn towards the door where a frozen and furious looking Sam stands. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it before slamming the door with a bang. You look over your shoulder at your boyfriend who clicks his tongue. “Well, that kinda killed the mood”

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 17

Summary: Paul runs after his imprint to make things right.

Warnings: fluff, angst, sexual content

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Paul’s heart betrays him as his legs rush to catch up with a rather determined Y/N. She’s not looking back, but he can feel she senses he’s close behind. Every step she takes is with purpose, walking with aim he prays isn’t to divide them. They’ve just started! He just accepted his obligations as her love-bound and Paul’s not ready to let go.

Isn’t this precisely why they always fought in high school? His inability to shut up and filter his thoughts before letting them out in the world? Paul never means to hurt her, yet his words direct their shots straight at her already fragile heart that’s far too mistrustful and prone to tearing itself apart.

“Y/N”, he calls out for her, tired of chasing her in the night. It’s been at least three minutes and she hasn’t stopped and while he’d follow her to the ends of the world, he’d rather not risk her spraining an ankle or falling and hitting her head. She’s incredible, truly, in every way possible he can imagine…but she’s also incredible in her clumsiness.

“Where are you even going?!” Paul speeds up, running up to her. He’s given her more time than he’s comfortable with. In the past, he allowed his words to be taken in whatever way she wanted to understand, but he’s a grown man now and he’ll be damned if he allows things like these to fester.

Grabbing her by the elbow, he pulls her back and chuckles as she stumbles into his chest.

Raising her brows, she grins. “You really like it when you’re saving me from face planting.”

“My chest is hard, but at least it won’t crack your skull.”

Biting her lower lip, she looks up at him mischievously. Tracing his abs with the tip of her index finger, her eyes brighten.

“Aren’t you supposed to be mad at me?”

“Mhmm”, she smirks. “That’s what I wanted you to think.”

Furrowing his brows, Paul’s eyes narrow.

“I’m not mad”, her finger pauses at his left peck, allowing her hand to splay against his chest. “Well, maybe a little.” Pursing her lips, she looks up at him through her long, mascara coated lashes. “But I know you didn’t mean it like…that. And I knew you’d follow me if I left.”

“So you manipulated me by making me think you’re going to leave me?”

Frowning, her smile falters. “Stop thinking I’m leaving you”, she remarks sharply. “I won’t. Unless you cheat on me.”

“That’s not happening.”

“Better not.”

Shaking his head, he places his hands at her waist and sighs. “I think we’re both a little traumatized.”

Inhaling sharply, she nods. “That’s why I am telling you now…there’s nothing you can say to make me leave you.” Licking her lips, she places left hand upon his right cheek. “I might hate you from time to time, but that will never affect your place in my heart.”

“Oh, so I’ve made it inside?” Paul chuckles, grinning smugly.

“I believe I locked it a long time ago”, her eyes fall to her hand remaining on his chest, feeling every beat of his heart. “It’s been waiting for a locksmith and it seems you’re the only one with necessary qualifications.”

“I love it when you talk all fancy.”

Giggling, she leans into his chest for an embrace, one he readily accepts. Leaving a kiss atop her head, he tightens his hold and his warmth seeps into her skin like a wave into sand, digging underneath until a part of her is pulled into his own being. It’s like breathing, her soul needs to inhale the feelings of his in order to claim them, enrich them before returning them in an exhale. Without this, they’d suffer, suffocate the flames of their love.

“I wish we could stay like this forever”, she breathes out.

“But you hate rain”, Paul reminds her. “It’s going to be a stormy night.”

“Is that one of your wolf senses acting up?” She parts from him just enough to crane her neck up and look at his playful smile. “Can you predict weather?”

“No, I saw the forecast”, Paul chuckles and the sound reverberates through his chest and for some reason, it’s even more intimate than the sound of his heartbeat. The heart has no choice, it must beat, but his laugh? That’s earned.

“Guess we should find shelter”, she smirks and in an instant his concerns are raised.

“You mean, I should get you home now?”

Pursing her lips, she nods curtly before abandoning his arms and chest. Taking a few steps left, she points, “I see a perfectly adequate home right there.”

Jaw dropping, Paul’s eyes narrow. “You were walking to my house?!”

Winking, she shrugs nonchalantly. “Where else?”

Rubbing his temples, Paul lets out a heavy sigh. “If I take you back to my house, I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist temptation.”

“I don’t want you to resist anything.”

“Y/N”, he starts but words fail him. She’s standing in front of him, close enough for him to reach and touch her face and she’s willing, she’s drawing him in like prey and he’s been fighting it for so long, but he doesn’t want to anymore. It’s all he’s wanted, all he’s dreamed about and she’s offering to make it all come true.

So why is he so resistant? What is he afraid of?

Lips parting, Y/N shivers as her eyes catch the inner turmoil Paul’s trying to sift through. Is it fair of her to be luring him into this if he’s determined to wait? If it was the other way around, she’d be pissed at him for pressuring her.

“We don’t have to”, she speaks up, though faint, he hears every letter of every word. “I know I’ve been eager, but we truly don’t have to. The world won’t end if we don’t have sex tonight.” Smiling, she reaches for his hand. “We have our whole lives to go wild in the bedroom.”

But they don’t.

Paul knows they don’t.

And part of him has been holding back for that very reason. He’s kissed her and he’s already in agony whenever their lips aren’t attached and his arms are weak when she’s not encased in them. So, how will her survive losing her if he gets to kiss every inch of her body?

“I won’t love you any less”, she reassures him. “And I do”, she pauses, “love you.”

With a lump at the back of his throat, Paul’s defenses have been annihilated. She loves him? She actually loves him?

“I wanted to say it when you were leaving with the pack, but I was paralyzed”, she explains. “I’m not anymore. I know what is in my heart and it’s you. It’s a seed that will grow until I cannot fathom the amount of love a person can contain and keep breathing.”

“Dove”, his lips curve until a smile of pure disbelief is painted across his face.

“I love you and I don’t want to ever think about a life without you.”

“You didn’t object to the nickname”, he smirks.

Shrugging innocently, she bites her lower lip. “I guess I can live with it.”

Instead of answering, Paul acted on impulse. His hand found a home on her neck, pulling her toward him until there is nothing separating their hungry lips.

Paul sighs contently into the kiss as she kisses him back eagerly. He can hardly believe how soft her lips are, as if made of silk. He can feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, her fingers running over the back of his neck. She’s too short to reach his hair, Paul realizes, making him chuckle.

“What”, she murmurs against his lips, steadying herself by holding onto his shoulders for support.

Pecking her lower lip, Paul allows his hands to trail down from her neck and face, down her back and onto her ass. “I’m trying to keep it together, but this”, he gives her ass a light squeeze, “is making it really hard for me.”

Licking her lips, she raises her brows. “My ass is why you’re laughing or the reason behind the bulge in your shorts?”

Truth be told, he was talking about the inability to contain his happiness, but her ass is definitely a part of his glee.

“Both”, Paul winks.

Pulling his hands off, she jumps back with a giggle, shouting as she begins to run toward Paul’s house. “Catch me!”

Y/N can hear his hearty laugh, glancing at him over her shoulder only to see him coming at her with full speed.

Letting out an ecstatic scream, she reaches the door just as Paul’s hands wrap around her and his lips are quick to leave butterfly kisses all over her neck, reveling in the sound of her giggles.

Wrestling out of his hands, she looks at him with a smirk as he pauses, allowing her to catch a breath. Staring at each other, neither could speak – words would ruin the moment. For once, they found silence acceptable.

Reaching for the doorknob, Paul places the key and turns, unlocking the door without breaking eye contact. After that, Y/N couldn’t truly remember who made a move first, but moments later she found herself pinned to a wall by the stairs as Paul kicked the front door closed.

Stumbling up the stairs, their kiss broke several times as neither could contain their laughter at their clumsiness. Midway, Paul had lost patience. In one fell swoop, he picked Y/N up and ran to the bed.  

Putting her down, she turned to the bed, giving it a long look before turning to Paul with uncertainty. Swallowing thickly, his eyes flicker to her parted, swollen lips with concern. “I can stop.”

“Don’t you dare”, she exclaims.

Furrowing his brows, he takes her hand in his. “I don’t want to rush you and for a moment”, he sighs, “I felt like you were having second thoughts.”

“When I was climbing you like a tree or when I was fully prepared to fuck you on the stairs the second time we fell?”

Coughing awkwardly, Paul stifles his laugh. “When you looked at the bed”, he explains.

“I was just wondering how much it costs, because I think we might break it.”

Shaking his head, Paul covers his mouth to hide his grin. Pulling his hand down, she cups his cheek. “Please don’t hide your smiles from me.” Laying her free hand on his chest, she lets out a small sigh. “It’s my favorite part of the day.”

Guiding him to the bed, Y/N pushed against his chest lightly and Paul didn’t need to be told twice. Plopping down, his curious gaze studied her.

Y/N couldn’t get enough of him. She was tired and sore from the day, but she didn’t care. The last thing she’d want now is to sleep. She wants the ache. She wants him, to feel his weight on top of her. She wants to hold onto him, to watch his face as his sweat drops onto her and hers on him. Getting on top of him, her hands linger on his shoulders, before she takes his hands and puts them on her waist.

“Take it off.”

And he was kissing her again, slipping her shirt over her head as he began stroking her back, down to her hips until he found the zipper of her skirt, pulling it up to her stomach. Her eyelids fluttered as he devoted himself to her collarbone, taking the back of her thighs in his hands, adjusting her legs around his waist, aiding him in moving her panties aside, letting his fingers roam.

Throwing her head back, her mouth opens as he edges her. If she could think, she’d ask him just how many girls has he bedded to drive her insane so quickly with his suspiciously expert movements, but her moans broke free instead of questions.

Chest heaving, she unraveled before Paul who couldn’t keep away his cocky smile. He’s managed to turn her into a hot mess, arching her back. At one point, she opened her eyes, seeing him watch her as if he’s measuring just how much pleasure his fingers have brought her.

She slides her hand down between his groin and hers, finding his movements more erratic whenever her fingers brush over his shorts. Slipping her fingers underneath the fabric, she brushed the tip of his member and in that moment, foreplay was over.

Y/N found herself on her back, Paul pulling down what remained of her clothes in jerky pulls as the skirt was skin tight and harder to put on over the thighs. Then he was dedicated to removing his shorts, she made sure to watch him do so with care. It’s not her first time seeing him naked, but this time there was no shame in staring.

Licking his lips, Paul climbed on top of her, his elbows and forearms planted on either side of her head, pinning her down. She is helpless now, a little breathless.

Perfect, she thought.

Kissing her forehead, Paul smiles before reaching for his nightstand. “Can’t forget protection”, he states.

She followed him with her gaze, biting her lower lip as he shows her a condom. For a moment, she lost her head. How did it not occur to her to check if he has one before spreading her legs so readily?

Being around Paul makes her dumber, allowing lust to guide her. One day she wants to have kids with Paul, that’s a certainty, but she’s not ready for kids now.

Reaching down, she drew her fingers across the underside of his testicles only to arrive at the base of his penis, just beneath where the condom ends. Trailing her fingers along the length, she frowns at the latex. It’s necessary but a part of her aches for Paul and only him, no barriers.

One day, she reminds herself. Not now. She can’t care for kids now.

“Is this okay?” Paul asks quietly, wanting permission. She can feel him at the entrance, lined up and prepared. She is too. She is.

“More than okay.”

He could feel her soft, warm body underneath him, and he caressed her thighs, while he slowly began to thrust inside of her. When he is close to coming he pulls out, taking a few deep breaths to remind himself the importance of staying calm. Then he starts again, guiding himself inside with one hand, pushing her beyond all previously known limits and she moaned and screamed. She begins to roll her hips, to cry out, guiding him with her moans, but it felt more as if he was torturing her.

They became one; mind with one goal and purpose, each utterly drunk with love for the other. And once they came down from their highs, cleaned up and ate a quick snack Paul dug out of his fridge Y/N’s been stocking ever since his accident, they collapsed onto the bed. She laid on her side, one leg draped over Paul’s, letting out a content sigh as he traces circles with the tips of his fingers on her hip.

“I don’t want to fall asleep”, she complains.

“I’ll be here when you wake up”, Paul promises. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know”, she whispers as her eyes slowly close and his arm pulls her closer. She could have sworn he spoke softly into her ear as she fell asleep, but as exhaustion took over, darkness consuming her mind brought dreams of Paul.

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PART 18

[smuttyazrael]

Innocent!Reader x Stepbro! Paul Lahote

Part 1

Summary: Paul’s dad remarried your mom. You and Paul are close. He is very protective of you. You go to him one evening feeling strange.

Warnings: Sex, Innocence kink, lots of cum, Stepcest, Daddy kink,

Part 2

Paul had just gone to his room for the night. You had been walking around the house in just t-shirt and panties making his dick hard as a rock. You have no idea what you do to him. He even knows you take birth control. Not that you know what it’s for. He was so pissed when he found out and confronted you. You not understanding why he was upset for you taking something for your cramps. He finally calmed down after you said that.

A few hours later he hears moaning and frustrated sighs. He heads over to your room and slowly opens the door a crack. He can see you thrusting your bare pussy on your unicorn stuffy that he got you about a year ago and getting upset not being able to cum. He rubs his throbbing cock through his sweats.

He slowly closes the door quietly and heads back to his room. As soon as he is in there he yanks his hard throbbing cock out of his sweats lying down on the bed. He jerks off thrusting into his hand and cums hard thinking about you cumming on your stuffies thinking of him. You thrusting into your stuffies, head thrown back moaning in front of him showing him how well you can cum for him. Squirting all over your stuffy. Nine white rope cover his bare chest. He hears a small knock on his door. He tucks his hard cock back into his grey sweatpants and opens his door, knowing it will be you giving up on getting yourself to cum. Knowing you will see his large load on his chest and hopefully want it inside you. He answers the door still panting from the hard orgasm he just had and his chest covered in wet cum.

“What’s the matter Y/N?” He asks seeing your upset face. His cock throbbing in his sweats. His cock making a large tent. Your eyes get drawn to the bouncing massive tent. You quickly look back up with a pretty blush now covering you cheeks. Paul smirks at this.

“I feel weird Paul.” You tell him in a small voice as he ushers you in.

“Weird how beautiful?” He asks you as you sit on his bed. He moves to sit against the headboard. You kneel beside him still facing him.

“I feel tingles down there.” You say pointing to your pussy.

“You feel tingles here.” Paul says cupping his hand against your pussy. You moan out and rub against his hand enjoying the feeling.

“Yeah,” You say.

“Bunny, do you want me to make you feel better?” he asks you using the nickname he always uses for you.

You got the nickname when you bounced in his lap and made him cum in his pants. Not that you know thats why you got the nick name. You were watching a movie and got excited.

“Please,” You beg him.

He pushes your panties to the side and slides a finger inside you.

“Wow bunny, you are wet.” He says you blush trying to look away while still trying to thrust into his finger.

He pulls you into his lap and you feel something hard poking you in the butt. But you get quickly distracted by him adding another finger into your pussy.

“More please,” You beg.

“More what bunny?” He asks with a smirk on his face as he stops fingering you letting you bounce on his fingers.

“I don’t know,” You whine.

“More, please daddy,” He replies wanting you to copy.

“More please daddy,” You beg.

“Of course my princess. Always. I will fill you all full.” Paul tells you as he lays you down and moves in front of you.

He takes off your panties giving them a large sniff before he drops them on his floor. He then pulls your tee shirt off of you. His eyes go straight to your nipples. They are rock hard calling out for him. He sucks on them and rolls them between his lips. He lightly bites down on them and you arch your back with a moan being ripped from your lips.

“Shhh baby girl. You don’t want to wake mom and dad.” He tell you. He pulls his sweats down to release his cock. It hits his abs with a thwack. Your eyes get wide seeing the size of it. It’s massive.

“What’s that?” You ask him touching the head of his cock. It twitches and spits out some precum.

“That’s my cock. You always make it really hard for you. So hard that it hurts. It’s going to help your tingles go away.” He tells you.

“Oh,” You say taking the precum on your finger and sticking it in your mouth. You love the taste. Paul moans out at the site of you licking the precum off your finger. He takes his cock in his hand and slowly feeds it into your pussy.

“Next time I’ll let you suck it till you get lots of tasty cream out of it. If you’re a good girl.” He says.

“Yes, Paul.” You say with a moan as he enters into you fully filling you up to the brim. You feel like you are being split in two but love the feeling. You never want it to stop.

“It’s daddy, bunny. Remember.” He reminds you.

“Sorry, daddy I forgot.” You apologize.

“How does it feel baby girl?” Paul asks you.

“So good, daddy,” You reply.

Paul begins to thrust into you at a pace that might actually be able to get you off. He pulls out and pushes back in watching as your pussy grips his cock tightly. As he pushes in and pulls out you and him can both hear the wet sound of your pussy. He grips your hips pounding hard into you almost as if he is trying to flatten you into the mattress. He has his fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Fuck, baby girl daddy’s almost there. I want you to cum with daddy.” Paul says You nod. “ Daddy wants you to cum like you do all over the unicorn daddy got you.” He says as your head tips back your back arches. You close your eyes as white flashes across your vision. You squeeze hit cock tighter and squirt soaking Paul. His thrusts become more irratic and shallow. He cums ropes coating the walls of your pussy and womb. He pulls out and his cum pours out of you. He pushes it back in with his fingers.

“You don’t want to lose daddy’s cream,” He says with a smile. “How does bunny feel now?”

“Good,” You reply your eyes getting droopy. You fall asleep in his bed his cum dripping down your thighs.

He jerks off to the picture of you in his bed like this every night. He cums a large load on his chest and pulls you to sleep on his chest. Getting excited to see you walking around the kitchen tomorrow morning, his load dried to your cheek and thighs.

His cock getting hard and throbbing thinking of your mom and his dad seeing that. Maybe his dad's cock gets hard knowing his son came on his gorgeous step daughter. He's seen his dad rubbing his cock through his pants to you before. He's also seen his dad cum in his pants when you bend down to look into the fridge lightly brushing the tip of his cock with your ass. His dad has almost no self control. Next time he will let his dad watch you give him a blow job while dripping all over the floor.

He can't ignore his throbbing cock anymore he rubs it a little slower trying to drag it out but he can't hold of his orgasm long and cums six ropes across your back where it will dry overnight. You shift your arm your hand wrapping around his cock to hold it in your sleep. His cock gets half hard. Him way to tired to cum again he falls asleep him pinching one of your nipples.

He wakes up in the middle of the night to him rolling your nipple in his fingers, you thrusting on his thigh in your sleep moaning. You jerking him off in your sleep. You squirt on his thigh, marking him as yours. He cums with a breathy moan thinking about fucking another girl with your dry cum on his thigh and his dry cum all over you. He cums getting it all over your face. You lick your lips clearly enjoying the taste. He pushes you down to put his still throbbing cock in your mouth. He cums again short after down your throat. You just swallow in your sleep, loving the taste. He pulls you up popping your nipple in his mouth. He falls back asleep sucking on your nipple like a baby would.

[andreafmn]

Speak | Chapter 6

Word Count: 3.7K

Story Description: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

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Chapter 6

It was hard for (Y/N) to focus on the moment for the rest of the night. Her mind kept replaying those few minutes of kindness Paul, a complete stranger, had given her. She couldn’t fathom how someone she had seen only from afar, someone she only knew by name, had somehow seen into her heart better than the boy who had known her most of her life. It was unexpected, thrilling, and just a tad bit terrifying.

She didn’t understand why she felt a strong pull toward him. There she was, in the arms of the person she had pined over from the moment she knew what attraction was, and her mind kept straying to the guy that had gotten her the dream catcher that was hidden in the cruiser like a dirty secret.

The piece felt nothing as such. It was thoughtful and beautiful, and the way it made her chest flutter signified a deeper meaning she could not dig out. There was no reason for her heart to react that way to him. She shouldn’t have wanted to feel his warm skin wrapped around her again, shouldn’t have wanted to inhale his scent or feel his arms against her, not even to see his bright smile once more.

Yet, that’s all she could think of as she helped clean up the night’s festivities. The way he called her name, the way his eyes lit up as she thanked him, the picturesque way his tan skin looked against the snow. And his smile. She could not get the image of his smile out of her head.

“Wait, (Y/N),” Jake called out to the girl as she followed their fathers out the door. His voice broke her out of her trance, a red hue taking over her cheeks. “Could you give this to Bella?”

He handed her a bag, much like the one she was already holding. But this one was beautiful — shiny red with a silver ribbon. It wasn’t crumbled or bent and looked like he’d put a lot of time and care into it. And it was just the bag.

“Is this another candle?” (Y/N) joked, trying her best to hide her disappointment.

“Uh, something like that,” he replied. “It’s just something I’ve had laying around and thought it might cheer Bella up. So, can you please get it to her?”

“Sure, of course. What is it anyway?”

“It’s nothing really,” he chuckled. “Looks like your dad’s ready to go.”

He pointed at Charlie who was glaring at them from the cruiser. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was downturned in an annoyed scowl. The man motioned at his daughter to hurry, his patience growing thin as his eyes followed the hand of the boy on the low of her back. Jake instantly retrieved his arm, flinching as if he’d burned himself with the touch.

“I should…”

“Yeah, you should go.” He bent down to give her a kiss, but she turned her head, his lips pressing onto her cheek. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” she smiled forcefully. “See you.”

(Y/N) was quiet on the ride home. Bella’s gift bag was guarded in her hands, her fingers playing with the delicate ribbon. It took everything in her not to peek into the bag, to see just how much Jake loved Bella over her.

“You okay, kiddo?” Charlie broke the silence as they pulled into the driveway. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“Just tired,” she smiled reassuringly. “I might love Christmas but it’s an unbelievably draining holiday.”

“Well, why don’t you head up to bed and I’ll put away the food?”

“You sure?”

“I can manage a few leftovers, (Y/N),” he chuckled. “Now, go on.”

“Well, good night, dad. And merry Christmas.”

“You too, kiddo.”

The girl hurried into the house, snow melting onto her clothes as she sped in. She held three things in her hands – Jake’s two gift bags and the box that stored the dreamcatcher. She had inconspicuously dug it from under her chair without drawing any attention to it from Charlie. She did not have the energy to explain where it had come from.

When she made it up the stairs, before going into her room, she stopped by Bella’s. The gift in her hand burned a hole in her heart that she quickly tried to smother by justifying why her sister’s gift could be better. Her older sister had been here for a long time now, it was more than likely that he’d bought her gift some time ago.

“Hey, the sweater looks good on you,” (Y/N) called out to her sister. The girl had changed from her black zip-up hoodie to the light grey sweater she had gotten that morning from (Y/N). “Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” Bella sighed. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Uh, yes. But we missed you there.” After she was met with silence, (Y/N) continued. “And, uh, Jake got this for you. He asked me to bring it.”

“Thanks,” was all Bella mumbled before grabbing the red bag.

After another silent moment, (Y/N) took this as a sign that her sister wanted her to leave. A sign she very much obliged to. She didn’t want to know what her boyfriend had gotten her sister that could be lighter than a candle but still warranted a bag. She would continue to be in denial that Jake would always have stronger feelings for Bella.

At the end of the day, she was his girlfriend, she told herself. No matter how long Jacob had pined for Bella, no matter how in love with her she knew he was, he was her boyfriend. (Y/N) was the one that got to kiss him, the one that got to hold him, the one that would be told those three words she already felt for him.

He had chosen her, and that was enough.

At least, it should have been enough.

But as she carefully unpacked the dreamcatcher Paul had gifted her and hung it above the bed, she wondered just how much Jake truly cared for her and how much she cared for him. She had been in love with him since she understood what it was to like someone. He’s always made her stomach flutter and her heart feel warm. And she had finally gotten everything she wanted with him.

Yet, she could not help the warmth that took over her when she thought of Paul, the boy she only knew by name and a short conversation. There had also been that dream. The image she could not shake from her head because it had felt real. Too real.

She had felt the love she had spoken of. After hugging him that night, she knew she had felt the same thing in her slumber. His arms wrapped around her, the warmth of his skin, the sound of his quickened heartbeat. She had felt it all inside her head.

But how could she be thinking of Paul if she loved Jacob? How could any ounce of her brain hold the image of someone she did not know? As she lay in bed, staring at her ceiling, waiting for sleep to overtake her, she thought. Maybe it was a fluke. A glitch in her head that would be corrected the next time she was with Jake. Because that was what she needed Paul to be, a simple accident.

She was laying on the grass in the clearing she knew. The wind was whistling softly, caressing her face gently. The sun warmed her body as it seeped through the trees. She was comfortable, and she felt happy.

Of course, she wasn’t alone.

Centimeters from her face was Paul’s. Their noses were so close she could feel the blow of his breath on her skin. He’d placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb stroking gingerly the length of her cheekbone. It was a touch (Y/N) couldn’t help but lean into, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the moment.

“You’re breathtaking,” Paul whispered as his fingers moved to trace the features of her face. “Absolutely enchanting.”

“You’re just saying that,” she chuckled. Her eyes were still closed as her stomach fluttered at the ghostly touch of his hand.

“It’s true,” he smiled as his thumb traced her bottom lip. “The most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

A deep red hue took over her cheeks, a warmth she tried hiding by lowering her head. Though it was a futile attempt as Paul placed a hand under her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. He smiled at her before placing his lips on hers. It was comforting and kind, and it all felt real.

“You speak like a man in love,” she chuckled, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled brightly. “Is that what you are, Paul Lahote? A man in love?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

“There was a moment you weren’t.”

“Really?” he laughed. “I don’t remember that.”

“Well, it wasn’t too long ago, you know.”

“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you my whole life,” he smiled. “I just needed some time to catch up. Because I love you, (Y/N) Swan. Always have.”

“So do I, Paul. Today, tomorrow, and every day after.”

She was startled awake by the sound of her phone ringing, and for a second she was disappointed. She was enjoying the dream. She loved and she felt loved. She seemed happy and lively. Her dream self looked like everything she aspired to be.

Her heart was beating fast. In part from the phone, but mostly because of the dream she had just woken from. Once more, Paul had sneaked his way into her head.

“Hey, Jake,” she croaked out. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, did I wake you?”

“No, no. It’s fine,” she chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to chat,” he responded. “Did you give Bella the gift?”

“Yeah.”

“What’d she say?”

(Y/N) swallowed an annoyed sigh. “Nothing yet,” she responded instead. “She was asleep when we got home, so I just left it on her bedside table with a note.”

“Oh, okay,” he said. “Sorry about the candle, by the way. I really didn’t have any time to get anything good but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s okay, Jake,” she said as she ran her fingers across the dream catcher. “I do have a question for you, and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way.”

“What is it?”

“What can you tell me about that guy, uh, Paul?”

Jacob kept quiet for a moment, probably wondering where the question could have come from.  “Why?” he answered. “Did something happen?”

“No, everything’s fine. It’s just I was curious about him,” she lied. “Ever since he showed up to confront you, I’ve been wondering who he is.”

“Well, he’s a short-tempered, cocky guy that thinks he’s the center of attention,” Jacob grumbled. “He’s annoying and overbearing. There were rumors that he used to sleep around before he joined Sam’s gang. Paul Lahote is just a truly awful guy.”

“Oh,” she replied. Everything he had said felt nothing like the Paul that had given her the gift she inspected with her hand. He’d seemed thoughtful and caring, kind and compassionate. But those were merely her assumptions. She’d never met him before then. “He sounds like an awful guy.”

“He is, and I’m telling you, stay away from him.” (Y/N) could hear the seriousness in his voice. Yet, everything inside her screamed that it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. “He’s the type of guy that will use you and break your heart. Seriously, (Y/N), stay away.”

“I will. I promise,” she said, still lying through her teeth. “I just wanted t know who we’re up against if he keeps showing up.”

“Alright,” he chuckled. “So, we’re having a bonfire next week for New Year’s Eve. Wanna come down?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect.”

“Check to see if Bella’s up for it. It’d be good for her to leave the house.”

Of course, she thought. Inviting Bella was always close behind whenever Jake planned anything between them. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll see if she wants to go.”

“Alright, then,” he chuckled. “I’ll see you soon, beautiful. Good night.”

“Night, Jake.”

(Y/N) kept replaying in her head like an unhealthy mantra that Jacob had chosen her. Regardless of his feelings — past feelings — for Bella, he had asked her to be his girlfriend. That was enough for her. It just had to be enough. 

***

”So, you just walked up to Jake’s house  and gave her the gift?” Jared questioned as he nibbled on a chocolate chip muffin. “That’s just weird, dude.”

“I don’t know. It seemed right at the moment,” Paul exasperated. “I just couldn’t keep it at home like a freaking hoarder.”

“So, instead you went to her boyfriend’s house, who you detest, hoping she was there. Then, you gave her a gift. You, a complete stranger. Downright stalker-ish, man.”

“Well, whatever. She liked it, so.”

“You know, it doesn’t sound like your plan to stay away is actually working out,” his friend chuckled. Paul could only respond with a menacing stare. Jared was only speaking the truth. “Seemed like that imprint bond is too hard to shake, huh?”

“You have no idea,” he sighed, slumping onto the sofa. “I just… ugh!”

“Why don’t you just talk to her already? If it makes you this miserable,” Jared groaned. “I honestly am starting to miss your angry outbursts rather than these mopey ones.”

“Not as tired as I am. But that’s the way it’s gonna be.”

Paul couldn’t admit that he felt something for the girl. Not only was she with a guy he despised, but she was the sister of a bloodsucker sympathizer — it wouldn’t shock him if she became one too. Yet, those weren’t the real reasons he wanted to avoid her. He couldn’t bring himself to introduce her to his world.

He’d been forced into the supernatural. Something in his genetics decided he’d be the town’s protectant. And, sure, he liked being stronger, faster, and supernaturally enhanced. But he couldn’t impose that onto anyone else. He couldn’t expose her to this life and make her keep it a secret from everyone around her. It simply wasn’t fair.

So, he’d continue forcing the first two excuses. To protect her and protect himself. He didn’t know her and he would keep it that way. Even if his wolf had other ideas.

He couldn’t stop his head from flashing the image of her. He couldn’t stop feeling her smaller arms around him, the sweet smell of her perfume, the fast beating of her heart, the warm feeling of her skin. And he couldn’t stop hoping it happened again.

“But wouldn’t it feel great to steal her from Jake?” Jared teased. “Scratch that, I know you’d love it. Mind link and everything.”

“Oh, shut up, Jared,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “It’s not gonna happen. So, just drop it.”

“Look, man, it won’t kill you to tell her,” his friend continued. “Look at Kim and me. I would have never had her with me had I been scared of this whole thing.”

“Yeah, and look at Leah, Emily, and Sam,” he responded in a hushed voice. “That turned out so well.”

“Technically, it did,” he retorted. “Sam and Emily are happy together. Sure they went through a lot of shit and people got hurt, but they’re happy nonetheless. And I’m sure you want that for yourself.”

 “Look, if it will shut you up, I’ll invite her to the New Year’s Eve bonfire,” he finally relented. “And she’ll probably be freaked out because a complete stranger is asking her out. Oh, and she already had a boyfriend. That’s gonna end so well for me.”

“You never know unless you try, Pauly boy,” Jared joked. “Look, I bet that she’ll say yes. You have a whole week to convince her.”

“What do I get if you lose?”

“I’ll do three of your patrols the week after.”

Paul pretended to think about it, playing into Jared’s gambling personality. But he already knew the outcome. He knew who (Y/N) would be going to the bonfire with, much to his dismay. “Alright,” he grinned. “It’s a bet. What do you want if you win?”

“Same thing. Could use some free time, honestly.”

“Alright then, the loser has to do three patrols for the winner,” he smiled deviously. “It’s a bet.”

And as much as he wanted to relish in his sure win, he was dreading having to actually interact with (Y/N). How could he show up, out of the blue, and try to spend time with her? They didn’t know each other and he’d already done some things that did not paint him in the best light. Worst case scenario, she already thought he was a creep. Regardless, he’d made a bet and he was going to see it through.

***

Jake was confused. Completely and utterly confused.

In the beginning, he was sure of what he was doing. Albeit a bad thing, he did it regardless. He was using (Y/N) as a way to make Bella jealous. To show her just how good of a boyfriend he could be in an effort to sway her heart in his direction. He wanted to help her forget all about Edward and his family.

He didn’t want (Y/N) in the crossfire. He didn’t even know she would be coming to Forks, much less staying indefinitely. But when she showed up at his house, he knew she would be a good piece to play in his game.

Jake had known that the girl had been crushing on him for as long as he’d fallen for Bella. She had not been the most subtle person with her feelings. He also knew of the underlying rivalry the sisters had. It wasn’t hard to notice which of the two was always favored by the parents, as horrible as it may sound. So, he thought if Bella saw how happy he could make her sister, she’d come running into his arms.

Deep down, Jacob knew what he was doing was horrible. He was knowingly going to break his friend’s heart in the hopes that her sister would fall for him. It was awful and calculated, but it was the only way he thought would be fruitful for him.

What he wasn’t expecting was to grow feelings for the girl. Though they were small and paled in comparison to what he felt for Bella, they were there. Especially after he’d caught Paul Lahote staring at her and after he told him to back off. He felt angry and possessive over (Y/N). Feelings he thought were reserved for Bella.

Yet, he couldn’t help the burning ire that overtook him when the guy had shown up at his front door. It had prompted him to ask (Y/N) to be his girlfriend, something he had not planned to do before the encounter. But the mere thought of having something over Lahote was enough to make him act irrationally.

Jacob did care for her, and everything he was doing had started to eat at his thoughts. But the knowledge of what could be waiting on the other side of this whole ordeal was far greater than any regret he felt. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and he could have everything he wanted.

“Jake, my boy,” Billy called out to his son after they finished cleaning that Christmas night. “You and I gotta have a serious talk.”

With evident worry on his face, Jake joined his father in the living room. He sat on the couch across from Billy, wondering just what they needed to speak of. “What’s up, dad?” he asked. “Something wrong?”

“What’re your intentions with (Y/N), son? Last time I checked you were head over heels for her sister.”

“I don’t know, dad. I just like her, I guess,” he scrambled a response. His father had always been observant and wise beyond his years. Almost nothing could get past him. “It’s still very new, so I guess I’m just seeing where it goes.”

“Now, you know how much I care for that girl,” Billy continued. His tone felt almost like a scolding to Jake. “If you’re not sure about your feelings for her, you better let her know. She deserves better than to have you lead her on, kid.”

“I know, dad,” Jake grumbled. “It’s not what I’m doing. We literally have only been together a couple of weeks.”

“As long as you are aware of what you are doing, son. (Y/N) seems strong, but she has a gentle heart. I would hate to see my own child break it.” The cadence of his voice carried a soft tone that felt threatening, seeping into Jake’s bones. His face was stoic, and the boy could tell his father was serious. “That girl is overlooked enough as it is. Charlie is my friend and I care for him, but he’s never noticed how little attention he’s paid (Y/N) over the years. And so has Renée. Now, I won’t have my own son do the same to her. So, you need to decide whether or not your feelings for her are strong enough to get you over Bella. If not, it’s better to let her down gently now than when she falls in love with you. Do you understand me, Jake?”

“Yes, dad,” Jacob sighed. “I promise I’ll get my head in order.”

“Alright then, son.”

Billy turned his attention to the tv, some football highlights lighting the screen, as Jacob left for his room with his head hung low. The boy knew the weight of his father’s words. He understood that everything he was doing will ultimately hurt someone. Someone who didn’t deserve that pain.

Yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to tell the truth. That whatever spark of feelings that had ignited in him for (Y/N) was not strong enough to ever put out the fire that burned in him for her older sister. So, if he had to hurt the younger Swan in order to get Bella, he would. Every single time he would choose Isabella Swan.

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