#paul lahote heat

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: au(ish) where shifter!reader gets her heat for the first time and her imprinter (paul) is there to help

warnings: smut, dom!paul, sub!reader

word count: 1.97k

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it started off as a dull ache in your abdomen, lingering throughout the day as paul went out on patrol and you stayed at the apartment to rest. you were able to ignore it for the most part, instead focusing on some mindless tv show while you came up with a grocery list for paul and you to get once he got back.

though, once you got up to get something to drink, it suddenly got much more intense. the dull ache turned into a throbbing, almost burning sensation at the bottom of your abdomen, nearly making you buckle at the intensity of it. you had no idea what it was, and at this point, your brain was too foggy to try and figure it out. 

you quickly sat back down on the couch, sitting back on your heels to attempt to alleviate some of the ache between your legs and anxiously gnawing at your bottom lip as you tried to figure out what to do. the only thing on your mind was paul and how upset you were that he wasn’t here with you. 

luckily for you, paul was quickly able to sense that someone was wrong thanks to your imprint bond and came back to the apartment as soon as he could. by the time he got back, you were curled up on the couch, eyes closed and trying to focus on your breathing in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“hey, hey, princess,” paul cooed as he came into your apartment, softly closing the door behind him, “what’s wrong?” he asked softly and you just let out a loud whimper, now more frustrated that you could hear him and still not touch him.

“okay, okay, i’m right here,” he cooed, quickly coming over to you and sitting down on the couch next to you. you were quick to climb into his lap and wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, anchoring him close to you.

“it hurts,” you whimpered, burying your face in his neck and inhaling his scent, taking some more deep breaths in a desperate attempt to dull the ache in your abdomen, “why weren’t you here?” you asked softly, eyes suddenly filling with tears as you lifted your head to look at him.

paul let out a soft sigh, sliding his hand up to your face so he could gently cup at your jaw, “‘m sorry princess,” paul murmured, “i think you’re in your heat right now, yea?” he asked softly, taking his other hand and sliding it down to your lower abdomen to gently rest it there.

his touch sent more sparks up your spine, eliciting a soft whine from you. his words combined with the sensation had you quickly realizing that he was right, everything suddenly making much more sense in your foggy head. you nodded, frowning as you slid your hands down his bare abdomen, not waiting before you were dipping your hands under the thin band of his sweatpants and desperately grabbing at his cock which had both of you letting out moans.

“easy kitten,” paul groaned, placing his hand over yours to slow you down a bit, “i’ll take care of you, promise,” he reassured with a soft chuckle, lifting you up so he could carry you into the bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed.

“paul please,” you whined, “it hurts,” you added with a whimper, tightening your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. paul nodded, not wasting any time before he was helping you ease your shirt over your head and toss it to the side before getting to work on your shorts. 

“doin’ so good for me,” paul murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he lifted your hips a bit so he could tug your shorts and panties down with one tug, leaving you completely bare under him, “‘m comin’” he reassured, making quick work of kicking his sweatpants and boxers off before getting settled back between your legs. 

“paul-” you whined, the ache intensifying as you anxiously waited for him. you closed your eyes, sliding your hands up his biceps to squeeze at them as you tried to take some deep breaths to help with the discomfort.

paul let out a soft sigh, sliding his fingers between your wet folds to ensure you were ready for him before he was lining his cock up with your aching hole, only pausing for a moment before he sheathed himself inside of you. the relief was almost instantaneous and you let out a heavy exhale, noticeably relaxing underneath him which had paul also letting out a soft sigh of relief. 

“such a good girl,” paul praised as he pulled his hips back, “you want it rough?” he asked, sliding his hand up to your throat and gently pressing down, just enough to cut off your oxygen for a moment when he realized you weren’t responding to him.

the lack of oxygen quickly caught your attention and you nodded, “yes please-” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as he immediately set a quick pace, snapping his hips against yours as he slid his hand down from your neck and to your breasts.

you let out a loud moan, arching your back up into him as he rolled your nipple between his finger, paul letting out a dark chuckle when he saw just what a mess you were underneath him, “so needy for my cock,” he mused teasingly, snapping his hips against yours in a particularly harsh motion that had you letting out another loud whine, your walls clenching around him from all the pleasure. 

“you need my cock in you to feel better?” he asked, sliding his hand in between your thighs to pinch at your clit when he saw how foggy you were from his touch. you let out a lewd moan, biting down on your lower lip in a desperate attempt to even keep some of your composure underneath him, “answer me.” he ordered when he saw your lack of a response.

“yes… yes daddy-” you blubbered, letting out a sob of pleasure as he rolled his hips against yours, tears now freely streaming down your cheeks from how desperate you were to cum on the man between your thighs.

“that’s what i thought,” he let out a dark chuckle, leaning down to press his lips to your collarbone, sucking harshly on the sensitive skin to make sure you’d be wearing his marks all over you for days to come.

“paul please-” you whined, toes curling as he continued rocking his hips against yours, barely able to refrain from cumming right then and there.

“what did you say?” paul asked, lifting his head from your collarbone to look at you, not stopping his thrusts as he impatiently waited for your response.

you quickly realized your mistake, making quick work of correcting it, “daddy-” you whimpered, letting out a loud whine when paul reached his hand down to swat at your clit teasingly, a soft punishment for not referring to him correctly.

“you askin’ me if you can cum on my cock?” he teased, a smirk coating his features as he took in just how fucked up he had you underneath him from just his cock, “my cock makin’ your pussy feel that good?” he continued teasingly as he waited for you to compose yourself enough to blubber out another response.

“yes please-” you whimpered, sucking in a deep breath as another wave of tears came running down your cheeks, “wanna cum on your cock,” you added, your voice catching in a whine as he rolled your clit between his fingers, knowing how close you were to cumming on him.

“go ahead then,” he ordered, picking up the pace of his thrusts as you fell over the edge to your first orgasm of the night, walls throbbing around him as he continued rocking in and out of your pussy.

paul let out a loud groan as he met his own release, quickly spilling his seed into you as he buried his face in your shoulder, thrusts slowing as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, anchoring him close to you. 

you sucked in a few deep breaths as you worked to come back down to earth, paul’s gentle stroking up and down your side helping anchor you, “there you go,” he murmured, voice much softer with you than a moment ago as he helped calm you down, “such a good girl for me,” he praised, lifting his head to press soft kisses to your collarbone and neck.

you nodded, opening your eyes to look up at him, “‘m sorry,” you whispered, realizing just how ridiculous you were acting earlier as your heat first set in.

paul let out a chuckle, shaking his head, “nothing to be sorry about,” he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “besides, you’ve got at least 4 more days of this princess,” he added teasingly which had you whining at the thought of dealing with this for longer than a few hours.

“4 more days?” you asked exasperatedly, anxiously sliding your hands up his chest as you waited for his response.

he chuckled softly, nodding, “at least,” he added teasingly, “now you’re finally gonna be able to keep up with me,” he mused cockily, a smirk coating his features that had you letting out a giggle despite your annoyance at the whole situation.

“now you gonna let me get you cleaned up and get you some dinner?” he asked softly after a moment, offering you a small smile and you let out a sigh of relief as you nodded, happy to know paul would be taking care of you like he always did.

“that’s my girl,” he praised, lifting his hips to pull himself out of you, chuckling when you whimpered at the loss of him, “i’ll be back in you in no time princess,” he teased as he got up, pulling his sweatpants on before he grabbed a rag to clean you up with.

he got back on the bed, settling between your thighs so he could quickly clean you up, “doesn’t hurt right now, right?” he asked softly as he made quick work of cleaning your mixed releases from your thighs.

you shook your head, “not really,” you murmured, already feeling the familiar dull ache between your thighs, “just a little bit.” you added and he nodded, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“okay that’s good,” he reassured as he got back up, quickly helping you into one of his t-shirts before grabbing his phone to order takeout for the two of you, “you still want that fried rice you were asking about this morning?” he asked teasingly, climbing back into bed with you and pulling you close to his chest.

you nodded, a blush coating your features as you buried your face in the crook of his arm. paul chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your head, “we’ll get that then,” he cooed, “you tell me if it starts hurting again and i’ll take care of you, okay? it’s probably gonna be a lot for you to handle over the next few days,” he explained, running his hand up and down your side soothingly.

you huffed, nodding as you lifted your head to peek up at him, “you promise you’re not gonna leave me here?” you asked, voice much softer than before as you anxiously asked him your question.

paul smiled, shaking his head, “i’m not going anywhere princess, promise.” 

[blackbirdie1234]

Jealousy

Paring-Paul Lahote! x Fem!Reader

A/N: A short one shot. You know the boys are werewolves in this btw, you just don't know that Paul imprinted. Not proof read!

Summary: Paul imprints on reader. Reader does not know. Paul does not tell reader and a comment from Jared pushes him over the edge.

Readers POV

" Hey Em, do you think this is a good consistency?" I ask looking over at Emily who was kneading dough in her hands. I hold up the bowl for her to look at.

"That's perfect!" she exclaims happily.

I smile back at her and then pour the mixture into the pan.

"The boys better worship the ground we walk on for this," I say humorously as we share a laugh.

We both look up at each other suddenly when we hear the sound of shuffling outside and then the sound of the front door being slammed.

"Calm down Paul!" Sam's loud voice echoes through the house as he and Paul walk through the door. Well, Sam was walking, Paul was storming.

The anger coming off of Paul was obvious, when Paul gets upset it's like you can physically see the steam coming off of his body. Sam continued behind Paul gaining speed and grabbing his arm forcing Paul to look at him.

"I'm not going to say it again Paul," Sam said with a stern look on his face. The kind of look of a true alpha, which he was.

Paul whips around and gives Sam a challenging look.

"You heard what he said!" Paul quipped as Sam, expressing his irritation.

Sam pauses, they share a look, and Paul trudges to his room without a word.

"What was that about?" Emily asked questioningly at her lover.

Sam walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, you could see his body relax as he sunk into the touch.

"Just Paul being Paul," Sam said heaving a sigh.

"It seemed like more than that," I pointed. Trying to get more information.

Sam and I had a brother-and-sister-type dynamic. He did his best to keep me out of things but I was just as stubborn as he is, so he knew I wouldn't give this up easily.

"Jared made a comment, in his mind, and Paul didn't take it too well," Sam said begrudgingly, obviously not wanting to bring attention to the issue.

"What was the comment?" I asked wiping my hands clean of some batter and flour.

I look up and see how tense Sam is now, avoiding eye contact with me he takes a muffin from the rack on the counter and sits down, starting to eat.

"It's nothing to worry about it's all been handled" Sam mumbles into the muffin "This muffin is delicious babe" Sam smiled up at Emily.

"Wow smooth change of subject, Sam" Emily says laughing a bit.

I think for a moment and start walking over to Paul's door.

"That might not be the best idea Y/N," Sam says from behind me.

I ignore him and continue walking. I reach the door and knock quietly. I hear a grumble coming from the other side of the door, and I open it to find Paul lying on his bed arm over his face.

"Are you okay Paul?" I ask, concern laced in my voice.

When he realizes it is you he perks his head up and starts to sits up. You walk over and sit at the end of his bed facing him.

“I don’t want to talk right now Y/N” he looks at you with defeat on his face.

“I understand Paul, but it might make you feel better. Just tell me what happened. Maybe I can help” I tell him putting my hand atop of his comfortingly. He looks at my hand on his for a moment before speaking.

“I don’t think you’ll understand” he says breathing out.

“Then help me understand” I say eagerly

He looks up at me and there’s something in his eyes that I can’t describe. He stares at me for awhile, just looking me.

“Jared made a comment” I could feel the heat in his body radiating off of him as he continued talking I squeezed his hand to show him that I’m listening.

“He made a comment about you” He started shaking thinking about it.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay calm down” I say taking his face in my hands and making him look at me.“I don’t care about whatever he thought, it doesn’t bother me Paul” I said trying to calm him down.

“It may not bother you but it bothers me!” Paul said cooling off a bit at my touch but still upset.

“What did he say that’s so bad?” I question

Paul sighs and looks down at his hands. “He was thinking about you, about how you are pretty, about how perfect you are, about how if he was your imprint he would tell you immediately.” Paul paused for a minute before taking your hands in his and fully facing you. “You’re my imprint Y/N, that’s why I’m so upset, that’s why it bothers me so much, that’s why he thought it, and that’s also why I smashed his face in the ground.” Paul said with a satisfying smirk at the last comment. “I know that you’re probably disappointed that it’s me but I can’t hide it from you any longer, I’m in love with you Y/N”

As soon as he finished talking and looked at you nervously you smashed your lips against his. The kiss was deep, hungry, you were a woman starved and Paul was a five course meal. The kiss lasted until both of you pulled away for air, Paul smiled widely at you and you shared the expression.

“ I could never, ever be disappointed by that” you told him genuinely “I’ve been in love with you since we were ten” Paul laughed with relief.

“Y/N will you be my girlfriend” Paul asked placing his hand on your check and rubbing gently.

“Of course I will Paul” you share another kiss, when you pull away you put your hand on his chest to stop him from continuing.

“What?” Paul asked looking like a kicked puppy, as you withhold your kisses.

“I love you but you better apologize to Jared, or no muffins for a week” you quipped jokingly giving him a smirk.

“No fair! he started it” He yells chasing after you as you walk out the door laughing.

[agreeeeeeeeeee]

i’m obsessed with your paul fic!! i loved the subtle lines from the song weaved into the story, you’re a wonderful writer 💓 part 2?? :)

alright, twist my arm 😂

pairing: Paul Lahote x human!reader

cw: MDNI 18+ smut, biting, trauma dumping, semi-public sex/ voyeurism (the werewolves can hear you)

Part One

Paul spun the two of you around, pressing you up against the wall as he claimed your mouth again. Every pass of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, it felt like he was putting you back together again.

He kissed along your jaw, nudging your head up with his nose to start spoiling your neck. You dug your nails into his shoulders, clinging to him, and he made a low growling sound in his throat.

He turned his head suddenly and you felt his blunt teeth sink into your skin. Bright pain lanced up your shoulder. You yelped, but his tongue glided over the aching spot, soothing the bite mark he'd just made.

Heat pooled between your legs. He just bit you, and you fucking loved it.

He chuckled against the skin of your neck, an warm, melodic sound. “Liked that, hm?” He mumbled, trailing soft pecks back up to your lips.

You nodded, showing him just how much with a filthy kiss. He smiled against you before wrestling your tongue into submission.

You were light-headed from all the sensations. Pain, joy, fear, bone-melting desire, him.

Footsteps plodded up your front porch. “Hey, y/n, need any help with—oh shit. What happened to your door?”

Paul turned his head to glare at the intruder, but didn't make any move to lower you to the ground.

“I, uh—” Jacob stuttered, standing like a deer in headlights in the smashed doorway.

You kicked your feet, hoping Paul would get the message to put you down, but he only tightened his grip on your thighs.

The men stared at each other, and it took you a second to realize they were having an internal conversation.

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“Really, you going to fuck her right in front of me?”

“I'd kill you right in front of her if she asked me to. Fuck off.”

“You can't just treat her like crap for six months and then decide you want her when she finally gets sick of your shit—”

A growl ripped from Paul’s chest. He could feel the shift coming, his wolf pressing beneath his skin with urgency. You squirmed in his arms, his grip too tight, and he set you on your feet.

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, and make you trust him even less.

“Paul.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, your skin blissfully cool against his, and to his shock, his wolf backed off a bit.

“Damn, she's got you trained already?” Jacob was taunting him now, being petty out of pathetic jealousy.

“I won't tell you again. Get out,” Paul snarled in his head.

“Y/n, seriously if you need help—”

“I think you should go, Jake,” y/n said, crossing your arms over your chest. Seeing Jacob’s arrogant smirk crumble was like Christmas fucking morning. “I won't be needing your help anymore.”

Delight curled along Paul’s spine, heightened further by the darkening bite mark he left at the curve of your shoulder, clear as day for Jacob, and the pack, to see.

You were his. And it was about time he started screaming it from the rooftops.

“Bye, Jake.” Paul grinned, walking across the room to show him the door. That he broke. Shit, I gotta fix that.

Jacob flipped him off and trudged down the stairs, climbing onto his little motorcycle and driving off. He'd be sour for a few days, but they always worked it out.

“I'm sorry about your door,” Paul said, picking it up and inspecting the hinge. He'd ripped the door clean off of it, tearing up the wood and bending the metal.

“It's okay,” you replied, shuffling your feet, a nervous energy wafting from you.

Now that the heat of the moment had waned, the reality of situation came crashing down around him. How could he have been so awful to you?

“Y/n, I—”

“You don't have to apologize.” You cut him off. “I know the imprint is challenging, and for you to bond with someone you hated so much…” you trailed off, eyes welling with tears.

Paul rushed over, pulling you into his chest. “I never hated you, I was—” he buried his head in your hair, shame burning under his skin, “—I was afraid.”

“Of me?” you sniffled against his chest, tears wet on his skin.

He shook his head, then nodded. “Yes and no. I was scared of what you knew, what a danger that posed to my family. And then I saw you and…and the imprint gave you so much power over me.”

Your hands curled into his sides, your head burrowing closer, like you were trying to crawl into his skin.

“Not only were you in the position to destroy my family, but I would have done it for you if you asked me to. Ripped myself to pieces if that's what you wanted.”

You lifted your tear-streaked face to look at him. “I would never do that—”

“I know, I know.” He shushed you, dropping a kiss to your red nose. “I know that now.”

“I even burned the notes—”

“What?” He held you out at arms length, dark brows drawn together. “When?”

“Months ago,” you said, and his jaw dropped.

“Months ago? Why?”

“You imprinted on me, and I didn't—I wanted—”

Affection overwhelmed him, making his eyes sting and nose tingle. He cupped your face and drew you back towards him, brushing his lips against yours. “You wanted to protect me,” he said, bumping your noses together.

You nodded, reaching up to wipe something from his cheek. Not a tear, fuck no.

“But your research? You didn't burn all of it, did you?”

“No, no. Just the things about the pack, and anything that would lead someone down the same path I took.”

Paul just stared down at you, awestruck. He couldn't believe that he was holding you, kissing you, sharing secrets with you. It was the sweetest agony he’d ever experienced, next to imprinting on you.

“Paul, I—to be clear, I do want to fuck you.”

He snorted a laugh at the subject change, warmth spreading from his chest to the tips of his ears. “But?” He raised an eyebrow.

“But could we just…hang out for awhile? I know you, but I don't feel like I know you. Like what's your favorite color?” Your fingers traced absent shapes on his chest, eyes flitting nervously around his face.

He brushed his thumb beneath your right eye. “This one, your eyes.”

“You better stop it or I'm going to climb your wolfy ass like a tree.” You swatted his hand away and took a step back, leaving him laughing.

God, when was the last time he laughed like this?

“How about we start with unpacking your things?” He offered. “And I'll fix your door.”

You gave him a relieved smile. “Sounds perfect.”

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You and Paul spent the rest of the day righting your home. While you unpacked, he not only fixed the door, but about ten other small, broken things you didn't have the tools, the height, or the wherewithal to repair yourself.

When the sun began to set, Paul left you bundled up on the couch to pick up take out from your favorite place in Forks. He stationed Seth outside your door for protection, and Seth gave you a thumbs up through the window.

Paul returned half-an-hour later, and you ate at the coffee table so you could watch a movie, legs curled up beneath you, Paul's hand resting heavily on your thigh. Between every bite, he leaned in for kiss.

After you finished, you climbed up onto the couch and stretched out across his chest, soaking up his radiant heat like cat. You knew you still had a long way to go before you'd be able to fully commit to him, although in a lot of ways you already had.

He'd been amazing today, thoughtful, attentive, almost goofy. But Rome wasn't built in a day, and for this relationship to work, it needed to stand on a sturdy foundation of trust and respect.

Not magic, lupine bonding instincts.

But you were confident that in time, you and Paul would get there.

***smut ahead!*** 🚨

You pressed a few kisses along the muscular expanse of his chest, marveling at the specimen of a man beneath you. His pecs just looked so…

“Watch yourself, bookworm,” he warned, fisting your hair and pulling your head back, revealing the bite mark you'd left over his heart.

You were about to ask why, when you felt something hard surge against your hip. A devilish smile curled your lips.

You rolled your hips against him, the lightest grind, and his eyes fluttered closed, head falling back onto the arm of the couch. His hands gripped your waist freezing you in place.

“Baby, don't play with me,” he groaned, his cock already straining against his flannel sweatpants.

“But it's fuuun,” you teased, fastening your lips to the already fading bite mark and sucking hard.

“I won't be gentle.”

“If I wanted gentle, I'd find Jacob.”

Paul flipped you beneath him, quicker than you could blink, his enormous weight pressing you into the couch. “Say his name while I'm around again, and he won't have a dick to fuck with,” he growled, grinding his cock over your clothed pussy.

Already, you were so sensitive, your body lighting up with pleasure from the friction, the rumble of his voice in your ear. You rocked back against him, chasing that feeling.

“You smell fucking divine, babygirl,” he groaned, burying his head into your neck as you ground against him, meeting you thrust for thrust like a couple of horny teenagers. “Drove me wild, smelling you all the damn time. Felt like you were turning yourself on just to get a rise out of me.” He lapped at your neck, dragging his tongue along your thundering pulse.

“I was,” you admitted, breathless, your peak just out of reach.

He pulled his head back, his hips lifting off of you. “You were?” You expected to see anger in his eyes, but they were molten with desire, a predator eyeing his prey.

You bit your lip, nodding.

“You know I wasn't the only one that could smell you, right?” He cocked his head, eyes skating down your torso pinned beneath him before flicking back up to your face.

“I knew it made you jealous. And I wanted them to see what was yours.”

A growl echoed from the barrel of his chest. “You're going to be the fucking death of me.” He smashed his mouth to yours in a brutal, claiming kiss, his canines dragging across your lips before parting them with his tongue.

His hands found the buttons of your pj top, ripping it open like it was made of tissue paper, sending buttons scattering across the room.

“Hey!” You protested.

“I'll buy you a hundred more,” he said, diving into your bare tits, popping one pert nipple into his hot mouth, then the other, lashing them mercilessly with his tongue.

You cried out, arching into his mouth.

“Be as loud as you want, baby. Let them hear what's mine.” He tugged down your shorts, two thick fingers gliding over your soaked panties. You moaned again, lifting your hips to chase his touch. “That's it, y/n. Already so wet for me.”

He caught your mouth once more, swallowing your next sound as he slipped his fingers under your panties, making direct contact with your weeping pussy. He dipped the tip of his middle finger inside before swirling it around your clit, sending you into fucking orbit.

You bucked against him, throwing your head back against the couch cushions as your body tightened, your walls clenching around nothing. “Please,” you whined against his cheek. “Need you.”

“Aw, no more snarky ass comments?” He teased, lightly slapping your sensitive clit, just enough to make you writhe beneath him.

“Paul,” you begged, trying and failing to reach for his cock. He was too damned tall. “I've waited so long.” You knew you sounded pitiful, and if he hadn't rendered your brain to needy, slutty mush, you'd be mortified.

“I know, you’ve been such a patient girl for me.” He reached between you, freeing his cock so it slapped against your inner thigh. “I'm sorry it took me so long to take care of this sweet pussy.” He shifted himself down until his mouth was level with your slit. “Just a taste, baby? Then I promise to fuck you stupid.”

You nodded vigorously, carding your fingers through his black hair. You never thought Paul would be so chatty during sex, not that you were complaining. The filthy words in his growly voice was like music to your ears.

He flattened his tongue against your slit, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, and you nearly came right then and there.

“Fuck, Paul,” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair. His rumble of satisfaction vibrated your sensitive skin and you shivered. “I'm so fucking close.”

You didn't have to tell him twice. He started feasting on your pussy with abandon, slurping and sucking like you were his favorite meal on earth. Stars danced behind your eyes, broken moans and gibberish falling from your lips. You were certain the entire pack, and probably the next pack over, could hear you crying out for him, but you didn't give a single fuck.

He eased a finger inside of you, curling it against your spongy walls, and you shattered, an orgasm ripping through you at dizzying speed.

You screamed so loud he flinched, glancing up at you to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he purred, gently lapping at your clit as you twitched and jerked away, oversensitive. “Damn near broke my finger.” He rose up to hover over you, pressing light kisses along your cheeks and eyelids, coaxing you back to him.

You threw your arms around his neck and brought your lips to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. You felt him chuckle, his hands sliding under your back to press your hips against him.

“Something funny?” You nipped at his lower lip.

“They're begging me to keep it down,” he snickered.

“We'll get them some ear plugs.” You reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his cock. The skin was so hot you nearly pulled away, the head slick with precum and pulsing against your wrist.

He grunted, his hips thrusting into your hand. “Now who’s playing.” He batted your hand away, and leaned back to line himself up with your entrance. “Ready for me?”

“God, yes.” You threw your head back as he started to slide in, your walls clenching hard around him.

“Let me in, babygirl,” he cooed, rubbing your thigh slung over his hip.

You forced your muscles to relax, breathing hard, and he slowly stretched you open, pain and pleasure stirring together until you couldn't differentiate the two, lost in the exquisite torture of him.

“I won't last five minutes with you squeezing me like that—fuck,” his voice cracked into a low moan, his hips stuttering forward almost involuntarily. “You know what? C’mere.” He guided your arms to wrap around his neck and braced his forearm against your lower back. In a quick movement, he stood up, bringing you with him.

Your bodies didn't separate an inch, your tits squished against his chest, his cock still buried inside you. Gravity pulled you down a little father onto him, in fact, and you both groaned at the new angle.

He carried you across the house and into your bedroom, tossing you onto the pillows by your headboard. You hadn't even stopped bouncing before he pounced, sliding back into your heat with a little more ease than before.

“There we go,” he murmured into your neck, drawing his hips back before rolling them forwards.

You clawed at his back, moaning against his ear as he thrust into you again and again, filling you near to splitting, before retreating again. Soon, you were stupid with pleasure, mumbling incoherently and lifting your hips in time with his.

“Look at you, so fucking pretty taking my cock. Feel good, baby?”

You nodded, tears squeezing from the corners of your eyes as he picked up the pace, pounding into you.

“Want to feel you come around me. Can you do that for me ‘fore I fill you up?” The pad of his middle finger circled your clit, making your eyes roll back into your head, your muscles turning to goo.

His was fighting to keep a stable pace, his muscles rippling across his abdomen, veins bulging along his thick arms. You could tell he was close, his eyes locked on where your bodies met.

“Fuck, Paul. I'm gonna come,” you whined, gripping his thighs as your body wound itself up, spiraling endlessly tighter.

“I'm with ‘ya, babygirl. C’mon,” he panted, making tighter circles on your clit, his whole body trembling with the effort to control himself.

The coil in your stomach snapped, hurtling you over your peak at the same moment he came undone, both of you crying out as the tsunami of pleasure dragged you down together.

You felt his cock buck inside of you, filling you with his boiling hot release. The temperature soothed your overworked muscles, and you sagged into the bed with a contented sigh. Your whole body was shivering in aftershocks, small waves of pleasure making you clench around his softening length.

He eased himself down onto your left side, gathering you into his chest. His heart hammered beneath his shining skin, sweat collecting along the grooves of muscle and his hairline.

“You're incredible,” he murmured, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your bruised lips. “Never thought I'd see you beg for me.”

You couldn't even think of a rebuttal, all of the attitude wrung out of your body like a sponge. You just swatted at his chest, though it took a concerted effort to even lift your arm.

“In all fairness, I’d beg like a dog for you,” he whispered, smiling.

“How the mighty fall,” you teased, kissing underneath his jaw.

You both were quiet for a few moments, breathing in time with one another, your heart beats synchronizing. Peace like you hadn't felt in years settled over you, an overwhelming *rightness* that welded your fractured heart together again.

This was the reason you came to Forks, even if you didn't know it at the time. Your soul was searching for his.

“So…” he shifted to look down at you. “Ready to go to dinner at Sam’s?”

You groaned, burying your head into his neck as he burst out laughing.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

aggggghhh, I love him.

Hope you enjoyed! 🫶

[s9fti3]

I’m sorry I’m literally begging you PLEASE to do HCs of Paul imprinting on a Cullen!reader !!!

Hi Lovebug!! I hope this is what you hoped for!! :)

‘If you walked in my skin, You’ll feel the jail’- Paul Lahote Headcannons!!

• He hadn’t known that you were is imprint at first, but once he found out, he would try to ignore it and make it go away. The only problem was, it didn’t go away.

• You had been uninterested in him, even more after what was happening between Bella, Edward and Jacob. You had found yourself watching them fight, with Jacob and his gang of friends in the background.

• He would stay silent, but these feelings would get way to overwhelming- crushing him whole. He couldn’t stand it. Anytime he was around you his heart would get heavy and sink, yet be all over the place in his body. The world would go silent as the only thing he could hear was he raging heartbeat. He face would get hot and his body would become heavy, as if begging him to let go and faint. He had to have you, Now.

• The way on how he told you that you are his imprint is pretty basic. While Jacob and Edward were at each other, he grabbed you by your wrist and told you straight up.

• To describe your love trip is enemies to lovers. But not the- ‘I’ve never actually hated you’ type of way, but more so a ‘You choke me, I drown you’ type of love.

• The love was forbidden, everyone knew that, but what’s the fun of following rules. You guys would pretend to hate each other meanwhile a little while after dusk you guys are in the lake, teeth clashing on teeth, you gripping at his bare shoulders as he has a tight hold on your hair.

• While it’s not 100% helpful, Paul will let you drink SOME of his blood. Only if you are about faint or desperate he’ll let you. He finds it a bit painful, so he grabbing at the nearest thing he can find. So I apologize if you walk out with a almost broken hand. He will most likely hunt for you so you can feed.

• You guys hate each others body heat, Your freezing body annoys him and his furnace like body heat annoys you.

[ervotica]

twilight request: paul and human reader know each other since childhood and he imprinted on her at this time so its been known that they're "together" but he never officially asked her to be his girlfriend or anything and reader gets really frustrated with that bc she feels like paul and the whole imprinting thing are trapping her and she feels suffocate by him sometimes so tension !!!

distance makes the heart grow fonder

pairing; paul lahote x fem!reader

word count; 1.4k

warnings; hurt/comfort, angst, fluffy ending, paul is a dumb boy but he makes up for it ig

a/n; ahhh i missed writing for twilight! luv my boy paul<333

You're pouting, pressed into the well worn divot in the seat of Emily's couch as you glower at Paul from across the room; the leather almost swallows you whole, suctioning against your bare legs when you shuffle to face him. He huffs when you sigh, corded biceps crossing over his chest.

"What?" He feigns innocence as though you weren't witness to him flirting his way through the party at La Push last night. Something red hot and angry twists at your insides as you recall the memories.

"I'm not your girlfriend."

He breathes a sharp exhale, a brow raising in question.

"No, you're not."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his dismissal, pushing back the sharp sting at the edges of your vision and instead sinking further into the old leather and picking at a loose thread in your sweater. You can feel his eyes on you when you angle your body away from his, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as it warbles.

"So how come you think you have this stupid claim on me, then? A guy likes me and you threaten to rip his throat out, but you're allowed to flirt with any girl with a pulse?"

A low warning rumble pushes through Paul's chest, a signal that you dutifully ignore. He takes a step towards you, then two and three, until he's looming over your figure.

"Because you are mine," he says, brow pulling tight.

"So I'm yours but you're not mine?" you persist. "I don't think that's fair." Your blood roars in your ears; everything feels too hot, jealousy pouring into your veins like molten lava, thrumming and rushing against your frantic pulse. "I'm done, Paul."

He blinks. Takes another step towards you before you're holding your hand out, pressing the tips of your manicured nails into the dip of his stomach to halt his approach.

"What?" His mouth feels dry, struggling to form words as he stares– just stares, brow pinched, nostrils flaring.

"I- I can't do this. I can't spend my life waiting around for you when you don't care about me."

He crouches, sliding those warm palms up and around your calves, cupping the backs of your knees.

"You think I don't care about you?"

You sniffle, folding your knees up to your chest; Paul moves fluidly with you, thick fingers curled round your limbs as though he's an extension of your own body.

"Not the way I care about you."

Your body betrays you, flushing white-hot as he knuckles at your jaw, the pad of his thumb - calloused from years of fighting and rough play - pushing its way into the soft flesh of your cheek.

A tear slips from your welling waterline and gathers in the crook of his knuckle.

"Baby-"

You bristle, shrugging away his touch as if it will somehow lessen the ache in your chest, the hollow feeling you can't seem to shake. He crawls upward, onto the couch next to you, his spine bowing until he's curled over your shuddering form.

"Don't call me that. You don't mean it."

"Bab-"

"Stop."

He straightens, taut as a bowstring, watching as your back curves and you rake your flushed face against the rough denim of your jeans. You feel his attitude change, soft pity melting to anger, spine stiffening, lips pushing into a hard line that morphs his expression into something you hate.

Because he never directs his anger at you.

Shame - ugly and cruel - licks at your veins, heats your blood almost hot enough to curdle. It scalds your every vein and sours you from the inside out.

You swipe at your swollen eyes with the backs of your fingers, unfolding your limbs until you're standing. Your voice wavers as you speak.

"I'm going home," you croak.

"You can't just leave!" He throws his hands up, standing until you're chest to chest, nose to nose. "We need to talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about. You didn't ask to be shackled to me."

"You think that's what you are to me?" he asks, and the cruel bite to his tone is enough to make you cry all over again.

"What am I, then?"

A beat passes. Two. Three. Paul's fingers curl into tight fists at his sides; your eyes sting when you push back the telltale itch at your waterline, and you sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that he means more to you than you do to him.

"I'm going home," you say again, firmer. "It's better this way, Paul. Trust me."

It's always what you've been best at, anyway. Running.

Paul's torn between following you and sinking further into the couch; he opts for the latter, teeth bared in a groan as he curls a fist around a stray cushion, nails almost piercing and tearing the soft fabric.

The engine of your truck sounds far away in his ears as you pull out of the driveway, his chest hollow, the ache growing as you cover more distance.

Away from him.

When you walk through the door, the silence of your apartment is like a strike to the head; the soft whooshing of the washing machine does little to soothe the throbbing in your chest at your imprinters absence.

Not that you're sure he really is yours.

You're quick to strip of the tee and jeans you're sporting, eager to rid yourself of Paul's scent – once a comfort, now it only serves to deepen the aching tremors that wrack your body with white-hot agony.

The quiet lasts two days. Two days of no text messages, no phone calls, not a whisper of his name among the wind. Complete radio silence.

Two days until Paul Lahote is beating down your door with a ferocity that should terrify you.

It only serves to kick up your flaring anger as you wrench the door open, the hinges rattling.

He doesn't give you a second to breathe, surging forward to lock his arms around you like a vice, shoulders shuddering with every laboured breath.

"Paul," you scold, squirming in his grip when he tightens his hold on you, nuzzling his nose against your pulse point. The frantic way in which he clings to you, palms kneading the flesh beneath your t-shirt, is almost primal – as though he's scenting, marking you.

"You know how much it fucking hurts to be away from you?" he grunts, backing you into the wall. You gasp, instinctually threading your fingers through the hairs at his nape as he hungrily grabs at every inch of your skin he can reach. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, scoffing at his words.

As if he has any right to feel this way. As if this isn't his fault.

"You know how much you hurt me..." You take a breath, voice warbling as tears gather at your lash line. "...all the time? You know how much you torture me?"

Paul coos, smoothing a hand over your head. "I know, baby. I know."

You sniffle, and your throat tightens, a silent sob pushing its way from your clenched teeth.

"Hate you," you whimper. "Hate you so much."

Paul groans, pressing his chest to yours. His rumbling cadence seeps right down to your bones.

"I'll swear off it all, princess. No more girls, no more flirting. No more parties. Just me 'nd you, how 'bout that?"

You sigh, eyes wide as you peer curiously up at him. "You don't mean that."

Desperation coats his every word. "Mean every word of it, I promise. Please, these last two days have been hell without you, princess. I don't want to be away from you."

"You're just saying that," you purl. "You'd be unhappy."

Paul's head dips until his lips are ghosting across your cheek, his voice rasping. He kneads circles into the fat of your hip, nudging you closer into his space with every reverent touch.

"I can't breathe without you," he says, voice thick with tears. "I'm miserable. I'll do anything, please."

You sniffle, preening at his touch like a needy kitten. "You wanna be with me? Or you're just sayin' that 'cause I made a fuss about it?"

"Wanna be with you always, baby. I'm yours."

You sob, curling your fingers around the nape of his neck to press wet, smacking kisses to his cheeks. Tears coat your lips as you mouth at him, thumbs rubbing circles over his jaw.

Paul's chest shudders around an exhale.

"I love you."

You laugh wetly; he lifts you up until your legs twine around his waist.

"How about you show me how much you love me, Lahote."

[fashionteahouse]

ultimate master list vol. 2

started: 10/12/2024

updated: 12/18/2024

~ heyy beautiful people, I didn’t know there was a 100 link post limit sooo u can still click the master list link to view the 1st one. I have decided to create this •master list• to make my page more easier to navigate and enjoy :) i take requests so feel free to drop whatever you want because I write everyday! the wolfpack is my preference but I will write for any other twilight characters as well :> however, I wont write about jacob black x renesmee and quil x claire xoxo (plagiarism of my writing is NOT allowed)

Twilight Saga

moodboards

alice cullen

rosalie hale

alec volturi

caius volturi

victoria

paul x reader home

edward cullen

la push, washington

jasper hale

wolfpack imagines

paul lahote

still sane

biting down

feel good

i think

guilty conscious

xo

just for now

hit me where it hurts

melting

infatuation

fallen alien

super freak

no problems

an angel cried

sweet insomnia

taking responsibility

bb

now or never

my sister says the saddest things

come on let’s go

door

hit me where it hurts part 2

where do we go

door part 2

it’s nice to have a friend

all for us

hold no grudge

so hot you’re hurting my feelings

sticky

how to disappear

embry call

forget it

know the way

cross you out

which way

freedun

which way part 2

l$d

coming back

lonely star

l$d part 2

take it back

the man with the axe

jacob black

rumors

sam uley

plastic doll

sour candy part 2

jared cameron

love scars

seth clearwater

billions

robbers

you’re not the one

judge judy

supernova pt 2

save me

on earth

kiss me more

disease

quil ateara

eventually

leah clearwater

kill v maim

what a girl wants

official

out of the woods

never be the same

reader x paul x embry x seth

wanted u

wanted u part 2

wolfpack smut

paul lahote

pretty

nsfw alphabet hcs

sfw alphabet hcs

quil x embry x reader

groupie love

wolfpack series

out of your league part 12

out of your league part 13

out of your league part 14

out of your league part 15

out of your league part 16

out of your league part 17

out of your league scenario (paul’s version)

out of your league part 18

out of your league part 19

out of your league part 20

out of your league part 21

out of your league part 22

wolfpack blurbs

pack x reader

444+222

sundress

tongues

heat

ideal

paul lahote

coming soon !

vampire imagines

alec volturi

ghostride

caius volturi

don’t forget

plans

twilight imagines

victoria

life in the vivid dream

trans!jacob black x alice cullen

snow on the beach

[prettypinkporkchop]

Hear me out, paul x reader, who's super oblivious like paul will flirt with them relentlessly, trying so hard to let them know he likes them, but readers just like "Yeah we just made out bet we do that some times because he's such a good friend🤭" and paul and the rest of the pack are just riping there hair out because omfg

Your phone lights up on the table next to you. Quil is sitting beside you, eating sandwiches Emily made. You knew it's a snap from Paul, but you left it alone for now. The sandwich is too good. Quil side eyes you. "You gonna get that?" He raises an eyebrow. "In a minute." You stuff your mouth more. "You that boy is madly in love with you." He chuckles and looks at Emily for support. "Yes, duh, I'm his imprint. But, it doesn't mean he likes me like that." You roll your eyes. As Paul and Billy Black said, the bond could be anything. "Y/n, don't be dumb. He flirts with you so hard. It's pathetic." He laughs. Emily laughs with him. You ignore them, making Quil open your snap since everyone knows you don't have a pass code. (LOL me). Quil bursts into laughter and shows you what he sent you. You look and see the gif above. He just got off patrol. "He's just letting me know that he's about to be here!" You grab your phone and watch it in awe but try to be chill about it.

Later that evening, you sit in the back of Paul's truck, playing on your phone. Everyone is in the woods on the cliff. The pack is cliff diving. Emily and Kim are wedding planning for Kim and Jared. They sit on chairs right next to you.

You're jumped out of your phone when a pair of hands grab your thighs. Your eyes land on Paul's eyes. He smiles down at you and kisses your cheek. "Hey, pretty lady." He smirks. "Hey, Paul!" You pipe up. He sits next to you on the truck and wraps his arm around you, his hand gripping your waist. "You're driving me crazy today." He whispers in your ear. You giggle and face him. "I don't mean to." You aren't so sure what he means by that.

A couple of days later, you and the pack are playing in the water. It's a bit cold and you didn't pack any extra clothes. It was a last-minute fun thing. You step out of the water, shivering! Sam is sitting in the sand and calls out to Paul. "Lahote! She's cold!" You sit next to Sam and see Paul running up to you. He has the ball in his hand. The pack joins behind him. "Paul! You took the damn ball." Quil calls out. Dropping the ball on the sand, he grabs you and places you on his lap. Your shivering stops as you feel the heat going through you. You lay your head on his chest. "I should get you into my clothes tonight. That'll be hot." Paul laughs. The whole pack groans.

"So, is Paul your boyfriend yet?" Jared looks at you. Embry raises his eyebrow at you. "No, guys! It's not even like that. Boy doesn't like me.' You argue and throw the pen you using at Jared. You realize what you did when you look down at the paper that has the wedding stuff planned out. "Damn it. Jared, could you go-?" He laughs and shakes his head. "You're out of your mind." You groan and lean your head back. "Oop. Here it comes." Embry laughs. You feel a pair of lips on yours. You know who it is, and you grab his face. He pulls back, and you open your eyes. "Hey, my girl." He smiles. "Hey, my friend."

The guys start laughing. Paul pinches the bridge of his nose. "FRIEND ZONED!!!" Embry calls out. Paul starts to walk away. You get confused and walk after him. "Maybe he'll tell her." Jared looks at Embry.

He turns to face you and sighs. "Y/n, you do realize what we have, right?" He grabs your shoulders and looks into your eyes. "Yes. A bond." You reply. "You know everything. Do you... like me?" He asks. You blush and look down. "I do. But I get it if you don't like me back." He groans and grabs your face. "I'm in love with you." He crashes his lips on yours.

[mxlti-lover]

Sick {Paul Lahote}

Summary: You fell sick with a really bad cold, but how were you supposed to tell your werewolf boyfriend you didn’t want him to cuddle you?

Warnings: none, just a sad Paul.

Word Count: 1059

(P.S. please don’t judge too hard if this is terrible, I haven’t written in a while and I’m a little rusty…)

*do not steal or copyright any of my work pls and thank you*

You woke up that morning feeling horrible. Your nose was so clogged you could barely breathe and you had the worst honking cough.

You laid in bed, curled into a ball watching your favorite Disney movie. You knew you should tell Paul, but you didn’t really want him at the moment. Don’t get it twisted, you loved Paul to death, I mean, he was your mate, but when you got sick like this, his body heat didn’t help.

You knew he would want to cuddle you, give you some scalp massages as he checked up on you every minute of the hour, but right now, you just wanted to be alone.

That is until you heard the front door opening.

“Y/N! Baby! Where are you?!” Paul shouted.

You knew he probably sensed you weren’t okay as he still had an hour before he usually got home from patrol. Probably talking Sam into letting him leave early.

“I’m upstairs!” You called out the best you could, your throat feeling raw from coughing.

You heard footsteps rush up the stairs and soon Paul’s tall figure stood in the doorway, scanning you over, a frown on his face.

“Baby…why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” He asked softly as he made his way over to the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed as he leaned over kissing your forehead and cheek softly, checking if you had a fever.

“You’re burning up baby.” He spoke sadly, sitting up again to look at you.

You knew you weren’t a pretty sight as you hadn't gotten up at all that morning. Your hair probably a tangled mess, your nose probably red and chapped from how much you had to blow it and your face looking as pale as a ghost.

“I didn’t want to bother you..” You lied, as you spoke barely above a whisper. Your voice raspy as you knew you were probably gonna lose it soon.

“Baby, you wouldn’t be bothering me at all. I would rather be by your side taking care of you, than on patrol.” He says frowning at the idea of you being alone all morning like this.

You sigh as you rub your face sitting up, his hand coming down to softly push you back down.

“You’re not getting up baby. Whatever you need I’ll get for you. Now, have you eaten at all today?” He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head no as you leaned into his touch, his warmth radiating against your skin.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” He says as he gets up and his figure disappears from the doorway.

You sigh as you curl back up into a ball, watching the movie again, guilt washing over you. You knew he would want to cuddle you, as his love language is definitely physical touch. Especially when it comes to taking care of you.

But you didn’t want his cuddles at the moment. Your skin was already burning underneath the thin blanket you chose, let alone having your own personal heater of a boyfriend coming to lay next to you.

You took a deep breath as you let that thought slip your mind for now, closing your eyes as your body needed sleep. That is until you struggled to breath again, groaning softly as you sat up, blowing your nose for the hundredth time that morning.

A few minutes later you heard Paul coming back into the room with a small tray. On it sat a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a glass of apple juice - your two favorite things to have when you were sick.

You smiled up at him as you sat up in bed, fluffing up the pillows behind your back to sit more comfortably.

Paul set the tray down carefully into your lap as you immediately dig into the soup, humming softly as the warmth from the soup soothed your throat.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you looked up at Paul.

“You’re welcome baby girl.” He says sitting down next to you as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head.

He looked over at the TV as he chuckled softly at the movie that was playing. “Should’ve known you were watching this.”

“It’s my favorite movie to watch when I’m sick.” You protested shooting daggers at him as he raised his hands up in defense.

“I know my love, I was just messing with you. Now finish up your soup and I’ll give you some well deserved cuddles, yeah?” He says leaning over kissing your cheek.

You nod as you put on a fake smile, sighing into the bite of soup you took. How are you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you don’t want him to cuddle you?

~ ~ ~

It’s been 10 minutes now since you finished your soup and your boyfriend immediately pulling you into him to cuddle.

Your head laid on his chest, as your arms wrapped around his torso like you usually would. Your legs tangled with one another.

You will admit that it was nice for the first few minutes, sighing contently as you closed your eyes. But now, it was starting to become unbearable. Your skin felt like it was on fire, as you began to squirm uncomfortably.

“Paul, can you please let me go? I can’t do this anymore, you’re making my skin burn up more than it already is.” You mumbled as you tried to get out of his grip.

He looked down at you, hurt. He let go of you as you moved away from him, panting softly to yourself as you enjoyed the cold air hitting your body.

You knew Paul was hurt, and you didn’t mean for it to come off so harshly, you just needed to get away from him.

Paul watched as you relaxed feeling terrible that he made you feel even more uncomfortable than you already were.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything..” He spoke barely above a whisper, as he leaned over, kissing the crown of your head softly, before getting up, exiting your room.

“Paul, don’t leave! I still want you with me.” You begged as you tried to reach out for him, but he continued to walk out your room, upset with himself that he made his girlfriend uncomfortable.

~ ~ ~

I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!🫶

- Paige

[supercap2319]

Hi can you please write some Paul Lahote smut please with Paul being rough with y/n and y/n just loving it please like they almost break the bed kinda rough

Having a werewolf for a boyfriend had its pros, and cons, but it was definitely worth it. Paul was reckless. Impulsive. Hot-headed. Jealous. Possessive. But all of that made him so much hotter. Especially in bed.

Being a werewolf-shifter means that you were now different from before you turned. And Paul was definitely different. He could be sweet when he wanted too, but he liked to play rough with Y/N. Talk dirty to him. Especially after he imprinted on Y/N.

Y/N was his. And he would gladly show him all the unconditional love that he could, but that doesn't mean Paul wouldn't have fun along the way. He pushed Y/N onto the bed, grinding their crotches together roughly as Y/N grasped Paul's shoulders. "P-P-Paul? Please?”

"Please, what?" Paul growled.

"Take me. Take me hard and rough." He grinds and whines pathetically for him. Paul loves this. "I love it when my mate begs. Gets me so turned on." Paul's fingers traced Y/N's pants as he squeezed his bulge before unbuttoning his pants and soon he was naked for Paul.

"All mine. Just mine." Paul possessively grabbed Y/N's hips and flipped him on his stomach. He traced a finger down his back and close to his cheeks. "Is my mate loose from earlier in the woods?" Early this morning, Y/N told Paul he was really horny, so they fucked in the woods. Leaving their scent all over the place. The pack definitely complained.

"Yes. Please?”

"That's it." Paul lined himself with his mate's hole, before he pushed inside him slowly. Feeling that tight heat wrap around and squeezing his dick was almost too much for Paul to bear. He let out a small moan. "So, tight. So, hot." He pushed in and out, slowly at first before starting a punishing pace with Y/N grabbing the sheets as Paul grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to look at him as Paul fucked him.

He pounded in and out of him, adding some of his supernatural strength into it, causing the bed to slide, and hit the wall. Paul loves it and so does Y/N. "Oh, fuck! Paul! H-H-Harder baby." He closed his eyes as he just felt Paul jackhammering into his hole.

"Fuck, Y/N. I love my mate's tight hole." Paul said.

"Rougher! Scratches. Anything rough." Y/N begs.

"Oh, you dirty boy." Paul growled in his ear. "You got it." As Paul rammed into Y/N, scratching his fingernails down his back, as they went all night long.

[foxintheferns]

Play With Fire: Part 2

(Paul Lahote x Reader)

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+ MDNI, smut, brat-taming, p in v, oral m receiving, dom!paul, defiant sub!reader, aftercare, female reader

Be sure to Read Part 1 first!

PART 2:

The bedroom door opened, and you tried to remain still under the blankets. You’re all talk - clearly can’t face the heat after you play with matches.

You heard Paul throw his keys onto the wooden dresser next to the door, and you flinched under the comforter at the sharp sound. A deep throaty sound of disapproval filled the room as Paul ‘hmm’d and you slowly lifted the blanket up and off your head, peeking out timidly. His massive frame filled the doorway. His dark eyes were pinned to yours the moment you found them. His head shook back and forth slowly in disapproval, and he took two slow steps forward, his black boots landing just as heavily as they had on the stairwell.

Your eyes flickered down to those boots, then traveled up his frame, his lanky tree-trunk legs clothed in his dark green combat pants. Your eyes gazed longingly over his torso, clad in a black tank top, his massively wide shoulders gleaming with a thin layer of sheening sweat. Your eyes hesitated along his collarbone, watching as his deep breaths flowed through his chest and caused it to rise and fall, the light hitting his skin as it moved.

Once you finally looked to his face, you could see just how far you’d pushed him in your defiant little texts. His jaw was set and locked, his nostrils flared slightly and his brows furrowed, eyes dark as night.

If you didn’t love and trust this man with your entire being, you were sure you’d be completely and utterly terrified.

His hands were clenched slightly into fists at his sides, and he was not dropping his gaze from yours.

You met his intense stare and sheepishly let the corner of your mouth pull up into a meek smile, before you could no longer hold the severity of his eyes and your gaze fell back down to the floor. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth to prevent the grin from spreading, but failed.

That really did it.

His eyes narrowed and he lurched forward swiftly and smoothly, his long legs bringing him only inches from you within a second.

His large hand gripped underneath your jaw firmly, and he held your face that way, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were wild and almost black now, glaring down at yours.

“Care to explain why you’re not where I told you to be?” His voice was low and calm, but gruff. You knew him well enough to know he was aching for you; you could hear it in his tone, but he’d never let it show until he’d punished you for everything he felt you’d done wrong. He had wanted you waiting in the shower for him, ready and soaked. And you’d disobeyed his instruction. Well, you were soaked. But he didn’t know that just yet.

You were already breathing more heavily now, his strong grip around your jaw causing your mouth to fall slightly open as your wide eyes stared up at him. He pulled your face closer to his now, his mouth hovering mere millimeters from yours, but not indulging in the sweetness of contact just yet. You could feel his hot breath across your lips, could taste his overwhelmingly appealing scent.

All you wanted was that hot breath of his to fill your mouth and for that tongue to touch yours. You wanted his hands on your body, those hands that were so strong and commanding and yet somehow so gentle with you all at the same time. It was the epitome of who Paul was: a fierce and powerful lover.

Your eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, your body fully arched toward his under the comforter as he stood at the edge of the bed, cupping your face in one big hand. Your mind was swirling, words unable to come forth and make themselves known so that you could put together a sentence to answer him.

“I-….”, you barely managed to sigh out, your eyes still fluttering as you fought back the urge to fall into him completely and succumb to his touch, a trance falling over you. Paul’s fingers gripped your jaw more tightly in his frustration. A ‘tsk’ of disapproval left his mouth as he stared down at your yearning expression, although he was secretly finding it difficult to resist the angelic way your pillowy lips parted, just for him.

Very suddenly, he released his grasp on your jaw and the warm embrace of the comforter around you was abruptly ripped away as he pulled it off of your body, revealing your scantily clad figure. You were covered only by an old tank top and a pair of Paul’s plaid boxers, rolled several times at the waistband. You fell backwards against the soft mattress, goosebumps racing across your skin as the cool air of the room touched you. You collapsed flat on your back and your body involuntarily arched itself towards him, your legs spreading slightly as if your core was being pulled towards him magnetically. You watched as Paul’s eyes flickered down your chest and across the length of your legs. His gaze lingered on that rolled waistband at the base of your hips for a brief moment, and unmistakable desire flashed across his features before he quickly recovered his unphased demeanor. His jaw clenched as he met your eyes again, and those brown eyes darkened once more.

“Get up.” He spoke slowly, pronouncing each word with intention.

His tone was gruff and invited no space for resistance. You struggled to keep your eagerness from reaching your face as you pulled yourself up onto your elbows, then up into a sitting position. You very slowly brought yourself to the edge of the bed, allowing your legs to hang and drop over the side. Paul was clearly unimpressed with how long you were taking. With an eye roll and a huff, he roughly reached to grip under the backs of your thighs, right before the bend of your knees. In one swift motion, he tugged your legs across and down, off the side of the bed, letting your feet catch the floor and allowing you to hold yourself up before he let go. He grazed a searing hand up the side of your leg with his hand before he pulled away entirely. He stepped back, and with a scan of his tall frame you quickly noticed the prominent bulge in the front of his pants. Your eyes flicked to it quickly, then back up to his face.

You swallowed hard.

A smirk pulled up one corner of his mouth, and he crossed his arms, the muscles in his shoulders and neck rippling with the movement.

“Where’d you learn to be such a brat?” His velvety voice was low, laced with anger. His face twisted into one of disapproval now. You shrugged, a blushing grin creeping up onto your face now. You knew acting coy would likely earn the delicious punishment of his cock buried deep inside you, and you were eager to draw out the games for as long as possible.

He refused to allow it. He stepped to you again, gripping your waist and flipping you around in a swift motion, his strong hand at the small of your back as he bent you over and freed his other hand to hold the back of your neck, pressing you down into the mattress. A desperate whimper fell from your lips as you felt him press his groin into you from behind. He bent himself over you, his warm torso against your back, and brought his chin to the back of your shoulder. His hot breath flowed over your neck and cheek and caused a shiver to run through you, the hairs at the back of your neck rising. He chuckled deeply, the vibration from deep in his chest running through your back, and you bucked your pelvis back in response to the sensation. He growled as your ass pressed into his crotch firmly, and snaked his hand around the side of your neck to grip the front of your throat, pulling you back and up towards him. Your ass was still pressed against the front of him, though your back now arched away from him as he gripped under your chin with his long fingers, bringing your ear to his mouth.

“That little pussy can’t go two days without me, huh?” His voice was impossibly divine, rasping against your ear. He pressed his crotch into the back of you now, moving his hips in an achingly slow fashion to grind against you as he sighed wantonly against your neck. You shook your head and clenched your eyes shut, crying out at the sensation, needing to feel more of him. You tried grinding your hips back against him, but he pulled away, leaving a yearning space between you.

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked, “My baby’s so greedy.” Paul chuckled darkly and pushed you down once more against the king bed. His one hand left your throat, but he still kept the other at the base of your spine to hold you to the mattress. Your ears picked up on the metallic jingling sound of his belt coming undone from behind you, and a short exhale of pleasure from his mouth along with the sound of a zipper. Your body was writhing underneath his hand now, pussy aching for him and throbbing erratically.

Within seconds, you felt the warm and smooth feel of his rock-hard cock against the skin of your exposed inner thighs. A soft whine fell from your mouth. Another devious chuckle from Paul, and suddenly his rough hand was on your ass, gripping the supple skin and palming you firmly. He gently grazed his fingers up and down, around the cusp of your asscheek where it met the top of your leg. He played with the fabric of his own boxers that adorned your bottom half, humming out a sigh of approval when he pulled the fabric to the side and exposed your shiny wet slit to his hungry eyes. He stepped back to line himself up with your trembling hips, bringing the velvety head of his cock to press against your slippery entrance. You gasped out, your hands gripping the soft blanket underneath you.

“Please,” you whined, trying desperately to apply pressure against his tip to ease it inside of your aching cunt. His immense strength meant that you’d be completely unable to move in any way he didn’t want you to. The fact that you could at all, meant he was allowing it. So you kept going, and both of you moaned out at the abrupt sensation when the smooth head of him pushed between your wet folds, allowing an inch of him to enter your warmth.

That was where he stopped you. Both of his large hands gripped your hips harshly, suddenly halting their rolling motion, his fingers pressing so firmly into your pelvic bones that it almost caused you pain. He hissed out a breath, hunching down over you again to speak through clenched teeth against your ear.

“You think I’m letting you off that fucking easy?”he growled roughly, and once more you trembled underneath him, your cunt desperately clenching around the head of him, aching for him to fill the remaining space inside you. You tried your hardest to move against him, but it was no use. Paul’s physical strength wasn’t one that could be tested or resisted.

You whimpered again, a pitiful sound, and he quickly pulled his now slick tip out of your heat. He exhaled, watching himself pull out, seeing the shiny wetness he had taken with him from inside you. You heard the sound of his boots being kicked off, and his pants fully falling to the ground, the metal of his belt dinging against the wooden floor. Your body continued to tremble slightly as you were bent over the side of the tall bed, your core still fully exposed to him.

You heard his footsteps leave the room, and then the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom down the hall.

You didn’t care what the punishment was. You needed friction. You slinked your arm down between your torso and the bed and let your fingers graze across your slit, guiding them down and dipping them into the wetness slowly. You let out a sigh as you started to roll your fingertip across your sensitive clit, and pushed your hips forward to move against your own hand. Suddenly, Paul’s voice came from the doorway, a low and threatening sound.

“Did I say you could do that?”

You froze, your palm on your pelvic bone, and let out a frustrated moan.

“Paul please,” you whined, “Need you.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you acted like a fuckin’ brat,” he scoffed, “Now get up. I need you in the shower.”

You groaned in defiance, but let your legs slide down until your pointed toes touched the wooden floor, then lifted yourself up to stand. You turned to face him, and saw him leaning against the door frame in just his black tank top. It took everything in you to resist glancing down to his straining cock, but eventually you caved, and your eyes fell to the angry, thick shaft. Your lips parted and you softened in lust, sigh escaping your mouth as you took in the sight of the precum dripping from his tip.

“Now, (Y/N).” Paul’s stern voice broke through your silent ogling, and your eyes snapped up to his. He was clearly holding back a prideful smirk, but his eyes remained sharp and angry. You decided to keep playing with fire, and threw a toothy grin at him, swiftly pulling your tank top over your head, and bending down to slide his boxers down your legs. You looked back up at him and paused to let him get a good look. You stood before him fully bare, and you watched as his chest rose more obviously now as he took in a breath. Paul held your eyes for another moment before they flashed down to your chest. You could feel that your nipples were hard, and he was clearly drinking the sight in for a moment as his attention lingered there before gliding quickly to the apex of your thighs where he paused, his tongue coming out to lick across his bottom lip. He stared ravenously at the wetness gleaming on your inner thighs. His jaw tightened then, and he glared back up at your face. You knew you couldn’t get away with much more delay or defiance.

You smiled and strode smoothly across the room, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you brushed past him. Before you could fully clear the doorway, his hand flashed out to roughly grab your wrist. You turned to face him, surprise washing across your face. He held your wrist for another moment, burning his eyes into yours, his brow pulled together and his lips set in a stern line. He kept you there, his irate eyes daring you to keep acting like a brat. Heat flushed your cheeks, and your impish smile fell as you jammed your tongue in your cheek. He was reminding you of your place.

He let the point he was making linger in the air like smoke, ensuring you got the message. He then dropped your wrist, allowing you to continue making your way to the bathroom. You padded slowly across the runner rug that ran down the hallway, and stepped into the tiled bathroom. Hot steam was already fogging the large mirror and filling the room, giving the air a thick warmth. You could see the fuzzy reflection of your naked body in the mirror. You turned and pulled the glass door of the large shower open and stepped in, letting the deliciously hot water flow across your skin. Goosebumps popped up across your body as you adjusted to the temperature. Paul had made it scathing, just how you liked it, the nozzle pushed almost all the way to the warm side. You stepped fully under the stream of water coming from the showerhead, closing your eyes and sighing into the warmth.

Paul had a way of moving silently when he wanted to, and you’d never fully gotten used to it. You gasped as two massive hands suddenly slinked around your now wet waist, pulling you back against a firm bare chest. The sensation you’d been craving finally came when Paul’s impossibly hard cock nestled itself between your thighs, the top of it pressing up against your folds. He rested his chin down in the crook of your neck, holding you against him for a moment. He began kissing softly along the length of your shoulder and up to the corner of your jaw. Your head fell back against his chest and you let out a breathy sigh, the feel of his lips on your skin causing the ache in you to deepen and announce itself more clearly. Paul didn’t let the moment last for long, as one of his hands came up along your side and traveled into your hair, gripping it at the root and tugging it. You let out a soft cry at the feeling, the slight pain mixing with the deep pleasure of his assertiveness over you. His cock twitched in between your legs in response to your noises and he jutted his hips forward once more, letting his shaft slide slowly between your slippery lips. He then slid out from between your legs.

“Suck it,” he murmured, the hand in your hair gripping once more before it released. You turned to face him, a devilish smirk creeping to your lips as you struggled to contain your excitement. You loved pleasuring Paul. You loved seeing him fall to pieces from your mouth, from your pussy, from your words, even. You bit your lip, meeting those dark eyes.

“Yes sir,” you said ardently, looking up at him through thick lashes over lidded eyes, and leisurely lowered yourself to a squat in front of him. Paul reached to adjust the stream of water, ensuring it wasn’t spraying directly onto you, and you watched as his breath caught in his throat once he looked back to you. Your angelic face, hovering in front of his thick cock, your soft lips parting as you brought one hand to grip the base of him. And those eyes of yours; those eyes that gave him so much damn grief and constantly showed disobedience. They stared up at him now, filled with longing and hunger. You placed a soft wet kiss on his swollen pink tip, not breaking eye contact. Your tongue came out of your mouth to lazily drag itself down from the head to the base of him, then back up, where you wrapped your lips gently around the tip. Paul’s nostrils flared and his teeth snapped together as his jaw clenched. One of his hands flew down to cup the back of your head while the other reached out to press against the shower wall for support. His abdominal muscles flexed as he resisted the urge to fuck into your mouth, and his eyes squeezed closed as you brought his thick length into your throat. You moaned around the soft flesh of him, watching up through your lashes as he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes to stare back down at you again; to watch you take him. He coaxed your head with his hand, his mouth falling open as he began to slowly fuck himself with your mouth, watching your face all the while. He moved you forward and back in unhurried and deliberate strokes, fighting everything within himself to not grab your head with both hands and thrust into that pretty mouth of yours. You let your hand travel down to your clit, circling around the bundle of nerves while Paul punished you. He pushed your face as far down as it would go, knowing you could handle it, and forced you to a stop once your lips were wrapped around his base, your nose against his pelvis. You felt tears pricking in your eyes, although your face was already soaked. He refused to let you pull away now, and his head fell back, mouth gaped open in bliss. He kept you there, with him buried deep in your throat, only rocking himself ever so slightly forward to create the slightest friction inside your mouth. You felt his cock twitch on your tongue, and he pulled your head back swiftly. He rarely ever allowed himself to cum in your mouth, prioritizing filling your cunt up with his seed every time. With an exhale, he released his grasp on your head, letting his fingers graze gently down your cheek and cup under your chin. You were catching your breath, one hand still between your legs while the other gripped his muscled thigh for support. He breathed deeply, his face flushed and the veins along his arms and chest more prominent than before. He reached down to hinge under the elbow of your left arm, guiding you up to stand again. You struggled to find your balance, the humid heat of the shower combined with the dizzying aftermath of deepthroating your well-endowed boyfriend causing you to feel a bit unsteady. He chuckled deeply, catching your waist with his palm and pulling you up against his chest. The other hand remained under your chin, but grabbed it more firmly and pulled your mouth to his. He kissed you roughly, like a starving man, his tongue immediately filling your mouth and dancing with yours. You moaned into his mouth, unable to hold back the impatience you felt. He had refrained from touching you for long enough.

“Paul, please. I need you inside me please,” you whimpered pathetically against his lips, letting his slippery cock slide in between the front of your legs. You grinded down onto it, wrapping your arms around his neck and desperately writhing your hips into his. Paul growled lowly, and a quiet “fuck”, fell from his mouth. His grip on you tightened, earning another whine from you.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Paul muttered as he succumbed.

You felt victorious as he allowed you to slide along his length, your clit rubbing against the velvety skin of his cock with each motion. Your head fell back and you immediately felt his mouth on your throat. He placed sloppy kisses along your neck, biting down firmly when he reached the spot where your collarbone met your shoulder. You cried out, frenzied by the sensation. Suddenly, he turned the both of you around so that your back was to the tiled wall. He placed both of his hands on your hips, sliding them down your body as he bent slightly at the knees, then hinged his large hands under the back of your thighs and lifted you up, pressing your back to the cold tiles. He did it with such ease that you were barely aware you’d been lifted, but gasped as the cool feeling of the wall hit your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling your bare chest against his. The hot water of the shower was misting across Paul’s back, and the steam was filling the entire bathroom now. His hands were under your ass, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He met your eyes, hunger and lust dominating his features. The expression made you melt, your pussy clenching around nothing and you once again rolled your hips desperately against him, this time only managing to rub against the top of his pubic bone, his dick resting between your cheeks underneath you. Another chuckle rumbled through his chest.

“That sweet little pussy ready for me?” His voice was a soft murmur now, something close to pity laced through his tone. Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout and you nodded up at him feverishly. He smirked and leaned to kiss you again, slowly pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. You moaned into his mouth, and he reached underneath you to guide his cock up, pressing you more firmly to the wall to allow the space for his thick length to come between you and press against your needy entrance. You didn’t have the patience for his precision, and let one leg fall to support you so that you could open up and press yourself to him more readily. He flashed a look of incredulity at you, but let it slide when he looked back down and saw the way his tip met your heat, the angle allowing him to have one arm free to guide himself more easily. He gripped the base of his dick, pumping it a few times as he took in the sight of your body, ready and exposed for him. Paul lined himself up to you, his brow furrowing in need as he pressed his head against the tight muscle of your entrance. Your right leg was still hinged around his other arm, and the support of your left leg on the shower floor allowed you to roll your hips forward. His mouth fell open as his cock slipped forward through your slick lips, and you refused to stop to let yourself adjust to him. You needed him too badly.

You continued rolling your pelvis forward, burying him inside your throbbing cunt. His breath caught and his free arm reached to the wall next to your head, his forearm pressing against the tile as he sank into you. His head dropped forward into the crook of your neck and a low growl ripped through him. A tremble rolled through his body, causing his muscles to twitch and shake, and you smirked to yourself as you saw the wolf-boy lose himself in you.

“Oh god (Y/N),” he groaned out, his voice hoarse.

He regained his composure quickly, pulling back to look at your face. His hand that cupped your ass gripped you hard, pulling your hips against him. He pulled his own hips back, looking down to watch your sweet lips cupping around his length, and pulled himself out of you until just his tip remained engulfed by your heat. He moved his eyes back to your face, wanting to watch you as he buried himself in your cunt once more, bottoming out and causing you to whine loudly as your clit slammed against the top of his pelvis. He kept himself there again, drinking in your reaction with his eyes.

“So fucking pretty,” he mumbled out, moving his hips circularly now to feel you at every angle. The friction felt unreal, and you hurriedly grasped around his thick waist to hold him in place while you grinded yourself against him, keeping him buried to the hilt while your clit found perfect pressure against his pubic bone. He chuckled darkly and watched you desperately writhe against him, but sucked in a sharp breath when he felt the motions begin to the repeat, your rolling hips settling into a pattern that kept his cock swallowed up inside you.

You felt the hot coil in your tummy begin to grow, the sensation of a climax approaching, and you cried out. Your head fell back to rest against the wet tiles, and Paul’s free hand reached to palm your chest, his fingers rolling your nipple between them as he let you fuck yourself on him.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock,” he growled, his hand moving to your ass now to press you even harder into him. He was so deep inside you, you were seeing stars. You arched against him, your motions speeding up as your clit received the friction it had been craving in the two days of his absence.

“Paul-mm f-fuck!” You cried, your eyes watering as you felt the tightening coil in your stomach snap and release, your pussy clenching and relaxing around Paul’s girth several times before you could finally breathe again.

Paul groaned out as he felt you squeeze around him, and his cock twitched as he held back his own climax with immense struggle.

“That’s my girl,” he mumbled, still keeping himself inside you as you throbbed around him, clearly satisfied with your first orgasm of the night. He bit his lip and grinned devilishly down at you. His hand reached out to brush along your cheek before he gestured for you to bring your standing leg up again, hinging under your knee to effortlessly hold you up against the wall.

He shook his head slowly in impressed disbelief as he took in the sight of your fucked-out expression, your heavy lidded eyes and flushed cheeks so shockingly beautiful to him.

“My pretty, pretty girl,” he breathed as he ducked his head down to bite the supple skin of your throat while he pulled his hips back, fighting the resistance of your pussy desperately clenching around him and sucking him in. He snapped his hips forward again, plunging himself into you. A sound, a cross between a squeak and a gasp, fell from your mouth, and Paul’s eyes flashed to your face. You knew that he was partly ensuring you weren’t in pain, but also knew the sounds you made brought him great pleasure. He loved watching you while he fucked you. You flashed him a reassuring smile, and he smirked back, recoiling and thrusting into you again, his jaw going slack as he continued the repeated motion. His forearms held you under your knees now, and you were practically in a pretzel position as he held you against the wall and fucked into you again and again. He leaned forward to press his forehead to yours. You both looked down at the place where your bodies met, and watched together as his cock slid in and out of you. His thrusts became harsher, sloppier. He slammed himself into you, his mouth gaped open and his eyes filled with a desire so severe it looked violent and wild. His rapid breathing became jagged and he looked back up to your face. You knew he was on the edge, and you pulled his head to you, kissing along his sharp jaw and letting your tongue trail down his neck as he tirelessly thrusted. You sucked and licked at his throat and neck, your moans against his ear leading him to his desperate finish. Paul bucked and snapped his hips against yours with no adherence to a particular pace as he released thick ropes of cum against your tight walls, his head falling back and a deep sound rumbling from inside his chest, your name and extremities falling incoherently from his lips. His body moved him primally, his hips bucking into you firmly and harshly until he had nothing left to give, his release dribbling out of you from around his cock. He panted heavily, trying to regain sense of his surroundings again as he remained sheathed inside you for several moments while he collected himself. Both of your chests were heaving against each other, and you were afraid for Paul to let you down, unsure if you would be able to hold yourself up anymore. He groaned out a final sigh as he pulled himself slowly from within you. He leaned his cheek against yours, holding you for several moments against him while he listened to your rapid heartbeat begin to slow.

“You okay?” He murmured against your skin.

“I’m great,” you giggled, nuzzling against his face with your nose, “Just might need you to carry me out of here… I think.”

Paul pulled back to gaze down at you, the love in his eyes almost too much to look back at. His mouth was turned up in a goofy, crooked smile. You grinned back sleepily, your body exhausted from being fucked senseless.

You sighed in relief as he pulled you away from the wall and held you underneath the warm water of the shower, letting the heat run down your body. One of his hands reached down to spread some of the water across your swollen and sensitive slit, rinsing his cum from you gently. He reached behind you to turn the water off, and you were reminded of his unreal strength when he stepped gingerly out of the shower, supporting the both of you and using one hand to wrap a fluffy towel around you from behind. He carried you down the hall, resting you on your back on the soft bed. He crawled over you, hovering above you so that he could place soft kisses across your face.

“You’re a spoiled brat, you know that?” He murmured teasingly against your skin. You shook your head stubbornly, and he chuckled against you.

He pulled back to take in the image of you lying there, and his large hand moved up and down your side softly, his glazed over eyes watching you as your lids fluttered shut.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his thumb gliding along the length of your cheekbone and gently brushing a strand of your hair away from your face. Your eyes opened softly, meeting his brown ones that were fixed on you.

“I love you,” you whispered, reaching up to pull him by the back of his neck down towards you once more. A growl rumbled up from his throat and he pressed his hips down against yours, something hard making contact with your inner thigh…

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Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Ten

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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader

Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,083

I was more nervous than I had ever been in my entire life. And I had lived through wars, and angry mobs who wanted to kill me. 

Today was the day I would be meeting the other wolves, Paul's family basically. I hadn't left Paul's since Edward and Bella's wedding night, well, I left to go pack some clothes, though at night Paul insisted I wore one of his shirts, I wore a pair of my shorts with it, and according to Paul, I looked beyond sexy. 

Paul was still sleeping when I decided to leave the bed, it took a second, because his arms were around me tight. I dressed in his bathroom quickly, wearing my 'hunting' outfit as I called it. It was a pair of black leggings and a black polo shirt. I left the bathroom to come back into the bedroom, and Paul was awake, yawning and stretching. 

"Are you ready for today?" He asked me, I nodded and leant over to kiss his cheek. 

"I'll be back soon" I smiled, sitting down to slip my shoes on. 

"Where are you going?" He asked, with a frown. 

"I need to feed" I smiled, he nodded, frowning. He hated that I had to feed on blood to live, I could feel it inside of him. I wish I could change for him. 

I reach over and kiss him again, and then I leave through the window. I ran off into the woods, I'd had to go back into my land to feed, I wandered around, until I ran into Rosalie and Emmett feeding. They had found a deer and were feeding on it. 

"Hey" I smiled

"Want some?" Emmett grinned, his entire mouth covered in blood. I laughed and crouched down with them, baring my fangs I dropped down and started drinking from the animals neck. 

Once I was done, I stood up, and looked down, I was covered in blood, feeding was a messy job. 

"Are you going back to Pauls?" Rosalie asked, I shook my head.

"Not covered in blood, he would probably run a mile" I say, they smile at me, I could feel that they felt bad for me.. Despite Paul loving me, I was still the thing he hated most in the world. 

We ran back to the house, I showered quickly and joined Esme and Carlisle in the kitchen before I left for Paul's again. I also dressed in a long pair of jeans, and a top that was long sleeved top, I wasn't sure how the other wolves would react to me sparkling. 

"I've missed you" Esme whispered as she hugged me. 

"I've missed you too" I say "I've got to go again, I'm spending the day with Paul and the wolves today" 

"Excited?" Carlisle asked, chuckling. 

I shook my head "Nervous" 

I hugged them both, and left the house and sped back to Paul's, he greeted me by hugging me tightly. I think maybe I was gone for longer than what he thought. 

"Ready love?" He asked. 

"Nope" I answered, he laughed and took my hand, and we started walking towards the beach together. Luckily it wasn't sunny today, it felt like it was going to rain. 

"What if they don't like me?" I asked "Actually they probably won't like me"

"Stop worrying love" He smiled, holding my hand tighter. 

We soon reached the beach, and the huge group of men, and a few women were gathered, looking towards us.

Paul let go of my hand and ran towards the boys, they all jumped into a hug.  I stood behind, I felt like an intruder here.. 

"Y/N come over" Emily smiled towards me, I nervously walked forward, until I standing right next to the group. They were all staring at me. 

"Hi" I mumbled, I noticed Paul looking at me with his lovely soft eyes. 

"Guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend" He said, putting his arm around my waist. Even through my top I could feel the heat from his arm, it made me feel safe. There was a mumble of hello's. And a super happy hello from Seth, he also stepped forward and hugged me tightly, surprising me. 

"Let's play some ball!" Paul smiled, running off with the group of males, leaving me with the girls, Leah glared at me. 

"Let's sit" Emily smiled, I followed her as she walked towards a blanket laid out on the sand. 

We watched the boys play football for a little while, until Sam came over and sat with Emily hugging her. Leah left to go sit with Jacob, Embry, and Seth. 

Paul ran over and tackled me, kissing my jaw as he pinned me down, I was giggling, as I pushed back and pinned him. We stopped and sat leaning against one another. 

"Who's that little girl with..?" I didn't know the man's name.

"That's Quil, and my niece Claire" Emily explained. 

"She's Quil's imprint" Paul added. I looked at him confused, she was a little girl?

"Remember, when a wolf imprints, it isn't always romantic" Sam explained. I nodded, not quite understanding. 

"Why do wolves imprint?" I ask. 

"We're not really sure why, but our elders think we imprint with the best person to carry on our line with us" Sam explained, confusing me further. 

"Suppose I ruin that theory" I say, frowning. I took Paul's hand in mine, feeling the warmth take me, as I fiddle with his fingers. 

"Whatcha mean?" Paul asked, holding my hands tighter, I could feel his confusion towards me, he hadn't thought about it yet.. I had. If Paul wanted to be with me for the rest of his life, it would be missing many things. 

"Well I can't carry your line on Paul" I say, not looking at his face. I had always wanted children was I was little, but I'm a vampire, that wasn't a possibility. And I wouldn't feel ok adopting, because there were two routes, one I watch them die, and two I turn them into a vampire. I couldn't do that.. 

"I guess I never thought about that" He said, his hand was still linked with mine, I think it was holding onto me tighter. 

"Well you're both still early days, you shouldn't worry about that now" Emily smiled to the both of us.. I felt a dark pit inside of me. I felt like I couldn't give Paul a good life.. and he deserved a good life.. I suddenly felt lost. 

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I can’t stop thinking about how Paul would react if he was newly imprinted when there was a power cut on the rez in the winter and the heat is out so he almost shyly turns up at her apartment like ‘I can’t sleep knowing you’re probably shivering over here’ and they share a bed for the first time🤭

please🥺🥺

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of course the heat had gone out in la push on the coldest day of the year. it wasn't totally unheard of but you had recently-ish moved to the res and that had meant you weren't exactly familiar with all the preparations you should've made to get through the night.

so this led you to your current predicament where you were currently buried under every blanket you could find with a movie on your laptop softly playing in the background so you could at least try and take your mind off the never-ending shivering that seemed to plague your body.

at around 11 at night you heard a soft knock on your door and scrunched your eyebrows together as you tried to figure out who on earth was visiting you at such a late hour in subfreezing temperatures.

once you decided it was worth leaving your blankets, you got up and pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks to match your atrocious outfit of one of your boyfriend's oversized sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that you'd had for forever now.

you peeked through the peep hole in your door only to realize you couldn't see anything thanks to the frost covering the small piece of glass. so, with a sigh, you pulled the door open to see none other than your imprinter, paul lahote, standing outside.

"oh my god paul-" you started, quickly taking his hand and tugging him inside and closing the door behind you in an attempt to get him out of the cold and save your apartment from the draft outside.

"hey princess," he started, kicking his shoes off and quickly wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tight hug and pressed his lips the crown of your head, "didn't mean to come by so late, was just worried about you," he mumbled against your hair, gently running his hands up and down your back when he realized just how cold you were.

you and paul had been dating for just over a month now and he had revealed to you shortly after you made it official that he was a supernatural shapeshifter thanks to you witnessing a rather dumb argument between embry and jacob that had resulted in jacob phasing in front of you.

you had taken the whole thing rather well all things considered and were now extra grateful seeing as you were desperate for some warmth that paul was able to provide you.

"'s okay," you murmured against his sweatshirt, "i was up anyway," you added softly and paul let out a soft sigh, just pressing another kiss to your hair.

seeing as your relationship was rather new, you and paul had yet to spend the night at either person's apartment but that seemed like it was going to end very shortly with the power not looking like it was going to be turning on anytime soon.

"can you stay here for tonight?" you whispered, already knowing he'd hear you despite the fact that your words were most definitely a bit muffled with the way you had your face buried in his sweatshirt.

"was hoping you'd ask that," paul murmured against your hair, the ghost of a laugh leaving his lips which had you giggling softly as well, both of you happy to know you were on the same page.

you gave him one last squeeze before you squirmed out of his grasp so you could take his hand and pull him over to your bedroom. paul let out a breathy laugh when he saw how many blankets you had piled up on your bed.

he gently helped you back into bed before he pulled off his sweatshirt to get in with you, leaving him in just his favorite pair of sweatpants which had you a blushing mess.

despite the darkness in the room, paul was easily able to make out your blush but contained his laughter as he wrapped his arms around your shivering figure to pull you into his side, "there you go princess," he murmured as you curled further into him and rested your head on his chest, absolutely loving the fact that he was so warm.

after a few minutes of cuddling, your shivering began to subside a bit much to paul's delight, he was just happy to know you could finally relax a bit thanks to him.

"thank you," you whispered, peeking up at him only to see his features soften at your words, finally feeling a bit better about his decision to show up at your apartment unannounced late at night.

he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before responding to you, "'s my job," he murmured and you let out a soft giggle at his response, wondering how on earth you got so lucky to have a man like him.

"still worth thanking you for," you responded and paul let out a breathy laugh, "can you still stay here tomorrow?" you asked after a moment, suddenly a bit concerned that he'd be unable to stick to your original plans thanks to him coming over now instead of tomorrow morning.

"assuming you don't kick me out before then, then yea, i'll be here as long as you want me," he teased and you giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his chest which had paul melting a bit inside.

"you're the best," you mused with a smile, curling further into his side as he tightened his grip around you, allowing you to get comfortable on him.

he gently ran his hand up and down your side as you settled down, listening to his heartbeat. after a minute or two of comfortable silence, he heard your breathing begin to even out and realized you had most definitely just fallen asleep on him.

he could barely contain his happiness over the fact that you felt so comfortable with him so easily but he settled for just pressing a gentle kiss to your hair before allowing his eyes to shut so he could also try and get some sleep.

[jogetsobsessed]

Little Life - Paul Lahote

It was a seasonably warm day as the sun shone through the canopy of the towering evergreens. The buzzing of honey bees darting from flower pot to flower pot and the rustling of squirrels running along tree branches. 

The small laughter and water splashing added to the forest's serenity. Hissing came from the grill as burgers and hot dogs were flipped. The sound of a soccer ball being passed back and forth and PG trash talk mixed with the Sunday afternoon melody. 

The creaking of the old porch swing, one that held so many core memories for so many different people creaked as your feet pushed against the old floorboards of Emily's front porch. 

Gazing out past the porch steps and into the vast front yard you couldn't help but smile when your daughter erupted into a fit of giggle as her dad cupped his hand and poured a small amount of water on her head. 

The wobbly water table was gifted to you and Paul from another young couple on the reservation after their son outgrew it. There was no doubt in your mind that it was gifted to them as well. You were probably the sixth or seventh family to own it. The years of usage were evident as the paint faded after spending long summers baking outside in the stuffy heat. But it didn't matter to your little girl. 

Since the rain had begun staying away and the temperatures started to pick up, the pack had gotten back into the routine of the weekly family-style barbecues. Today was the first day that it had been warm enough to break out the old water table and your daughter was jumping up and down with excitement when she saw Paul loading it up in the back of the pickup. 

You watched as she talked Jared and Kim's ears off and as they nodded along probably having no idea as to what the two-year-old was talking about. Paul pushed himself off the ground, leaving your daughter to talk about her nonsense, and strode towards you. 

Emily decided to go and find Sam at the grill to inquire about how much longer lunch was going to take, leaving the other half of the porch swing empty. She and Paul shared soft smiles as they passed each other on the front step. 

“Don't tell Em, but I think Kim has her beat for a favorite aunt,” you laughed at his statement. No matter how much your daughter loved Kim, she was always going to love Emily just a little bit more. Those two had been connected since you and Paul showed her off to the pack when she was just a few days old. Emily offered to be her babysitter when she found out you wanted to go back to work once your baby girl had hit eight months old. Which was an offer you and Paul gladly accepted, feeling at ease at the thought of your girl in the caring hands as special as someone like Emily. 

“Kim can butter her up all she wants but there is no way,” he laughed, this time wrapping his arm around your shoulder. His warmth brought you happiness and comfort even in the warm summer months. “What even is she talking about I don't know if I have ever seen Embry so confused". 

“I think she’s trying to tell them that story we read last night, but you know it's coming out of a two-year-old mind, one who fell asleep before she even heard the ending”. 

“Oh boy". 

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“Sweetheart you need to come eat something”, you called over to where your daughter was still standing in the grass, playing with her toys in the shallow water of the play table. 

You saw her physically recoil at the thought of not playing so she could eat lunch and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. Why did toddlers have to be so defiant? 

After calling out to her a few more times you looked over at your husband who was standing at the grill with Sam, your pleading eyes burning holes into his. 

You watched as he pushed off the grill and waltzed over to the water table, crouching to your daughter's height. 

Everyone was invested in this battle between her and the two of you all of them turned from their spots at the picnic tables so they could see if Paul was going to be victorious. 

Your daughter seemed to be putting up a good fight, even cocking her hands on her hips as she tried to reason with her dad. But luckily, Paul knew how to resist the puppy dog eyes. 

After a long standoff, you could see your daughter starting to cave once she saw Emily come outside with a platter of freshly baked famous brownies. A few of the boys saw it, so they each grabbed a couple and threw them on their plates, talking loudly about how they wanted to eat the whole platter. 

That was enough for your little girl. She set her toys down and stretched her arms up towards Paul. Triumphantly, he picked her up and carried her towards the picnic tables, where you had a plate of pre-cut food waiting for her. 

“You need to eat your lunch, and then you can have a brownie that your aunt Emily just made. 

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The day faded into night as the cotton candy sunset faded into darkness. The glow of the fire lit up the front yard at Emily’s and provided enough warmth to ward off the brisk early summer nights. 

With great force, you had convinced your daughter to trade her polka-dot swimsuit for a light sweatshirt and sweatpants. 

Now she was sitting on Emily's lap, Sam helping her make another s’more. You knew all that sugar was powering her awake since she had skipped her nap earlier in the day. She had to have been exhausted, you knew that more likely than not Paul was going to be carrying her inside once you got back home. 

“How’d we get so damn lucky?” you and Paul were snuggled under a blanket the log the two of you were sitting on was just perfect in size for the pair of you. The clear night sky had caught your eye so you only hummed in response. No matter how many years you lived in the great Pacific Northwest, you would never get tired of its beauty. “More importantly, what did I do to deserve this perfect little life? I've got the most drop-dead gorgeous wife on the plane and the most perfect daughter”. 

“Yeah, I don't know how you swung that how much did you have to bride the big guy upstairs”, you cackled at your joke as Paul chuckled and pulled you closer. 

“You know your something huh”. 

“Says you”. 

You shared a nice moment of comfortable silence as both of you watched your daughter bounce around from pack member to pack member victoriously showing off the s’more that she assembled with the help of her favored aunt. 

“You wanna know something”, you questioned, your eyes never leaving your daughter. 

“What”. 

“I'm glad I get to live this little life with you”. 

[wolfpackss]

Breakfast. (3)

Only yours/Only mine series

Paul Lahote x you

A/N:I AM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING! I’ve had a car accident and I’m pretty beat up. I had this planned so this was already waiting. I’ll be okay, just give me a few days to get my shit together haha! the long awaited part three of my Paul Lahote smut series. This part focuses on him tasting you, as he talks about in part one. Please, just please let me marry him.. and take away my phone.

Warnings: smut, 18+, oral (f receiving)

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Inside Paul’s room there hangs a silence, a comforting silence. You both just walked into the room. You smile at him as he closes the door and turns to look at you, his own smile spreading across his face. Your breath catches. Your boyfriend is extremely handsome all the time, but when he smiles it’s a whole different look. Something in your face has him frowning. “What are you thinking?” He asks slowly walking towards you.

“You should smile more often.” He stops in front of you, stroking a finger from your hairline, around your ear, across your jawline and to your chin before moving up to run his thumb over your bottom lip. “Why is that?” He asks, his voice rough and deep. “Because you’re so handsome, it takes my breath away.” His eyes flash from your lips to your eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“You’re the reason I smile, baby.” He leans in and kisses you. Unlike before, it’s a slow, deep kiss, full of love and emotion. Once again, you find yourself wanting more. Before you can react, he pulls back and takes your hand. “I can see it in your eyes baby, but before we go any further, we need to talk” he pulls you towards the bed and onto his lap. “Talk about what?” You frown as you get comfortable. “When we go further I want it to be on your account, you tell me when, where, what, why okay? I’m not gonna do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Do you understand?” He puts his hand on your cheek while the other rubs soothing circles on your waist. You nod at him with a small smile on your face. “Good.” He taps your hip to get you to stand.

He gets up, stand in front of you and pulls the dress over your head, then reaches around to undo your bra. You let it drop to the floor and he growls appreciatively at your breasts that are bare to his gaze. Your nipples harden from the sudden attention. He reaches out to run his thumbs over your nipples, making you gasp and you arch your back to push your breasts into his hands. “There are other things we can do.. other ways to explore each other’s bodies.. and I’ve been dying to taste you baby.” He slides his hand down your stomach, leaving a trail of heat. “Here,” he says sliding a finger between your thighs, feeling how soaked you are. He slides it inside you gently before taking it back out again. He watches you as he takes his finger to his lips and licks all your juices off. “The best fucking thing I ever tasted” he groans.

Paul pulls back as he takes one of his shirts that was laying on the bed and puts it right over your head. Instantly you’re surrounded by his scent and you inhale deeply. You moan softly at his scent, making him chuckle. He tucks you into bed before kissing your temple. “I’m gonna take a quick shower okay, I’ll be back before you know it.” You fall asleep almost immediately, never feeling it when he slides in beside you almost thirty minutes later.

When you wake in the morning, it’s because of an ache between your thighs. You whimper with need, still half asleep and not really knowing what’s happening. When you feel a tongue swipe over your clit, you gasp, your eyes flying open. As soon as you look down, you’re met with brown eyes, the specks of hazel barely visible in the dark room. Paul’s face is between your thighs, his eyes looking up at you with possessiveness and greed. “If you tell me to stop, I will. But I’ve been dying to taste you ever since last night.” He looks down, swiping a finger through your slick wetness before sliding it inside of you. All of a sudden you feel his thumb from his other hand press against your lips. “Open” he swipes it against your bottom lip and your oblige immediately. You open your mouth and he sticks it in, softly padding your tongue. “Now suck, like a lollipop baby” you do as he tells you to and suck his thumb in your mouth. You’re tongue flicking against it. “Yes, fuck baby. Gonna try that the next on my cock huh, pretty girl?” You nod and he takes his thumb out of your mouth to put all his attention to your wetness. “Such a pretty pussy” he murmurs as you moan softly, pushing your hips towards his face. “Mmm, that’s what I was hoping for.” He says before attaching his mouth to your pussy, lapping at you like it’s his last meal in life.

“Paul!” You whimper as you start grinding your wetness into his face, needing more. His nose tickles your clit as his tongue explores the inside of you. He pulls his mouth off of you as he looks up, desire in his eyes and his mouth glistening with your juices. “Say it again!” A deep growl comes from within him. “Paul..” you say as a moan as he slides a first one but then a second finger inside of you. His mouth latches back into your clit, building a frenzy inside you. You chant and moan his name over and over again as his tongue and fingers drive you towards the edge.

His fingers hook inside you as he sucks hard on your clit sending you into an body shaking and moaning mess. Your orgasm hitting you harder than you expected and you clamp your thighs shut. “Fuck!” You scream as he continues to lick and suck on you through the aftershocks. You release your hold on his head with your thighs and he gives you one final kiss on your clit. He crawls on top of you, licking your lips until you give him entrance to your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. When he pulls back, he looks at you with a very pleased look on his face.

“Now that’s what I call breakfast!”

[agent-grey-fics]

Who we are | Paul Lahote | Part 2

Paired: Paul Lahote x reader

Wordcount: 1116

Summary: Haunted by the imprint that binds him to you, Paul struggles in silence . The weight of his secret and the fear of your reaction build as he contemplates confessing. Memories of a life-altering moment and a pack urging honesty propel him into the night as a wolf, leaving his internal dilemma echoing in the moonlit forest.

Writers note: Here is part 2 of 'who we are', you can read part 1 here. It's a shorter transition part, better be readey for part 3 :p Part 3

The whole ride he didn't speak a word to you. As you closed the car door a sigh escaped his lips. He didn’t realize that he had been holding his breath. Shaking his head, he started his drive home. He was lost in his thoughts. How was he ever going to tell you what he was a part of? What you were part of because of him. He thought back to the moment when everything changed. 

The boys had organized a birthday party for Emily almost two years ago. Everything had been arranged: they had cooked, there was enough alcohol for an entire army, and Embry had arranged a music system for a house party. Everything was going according to plan until you walked in. When the two of you locked eyes it was as if the earth stopped turning. Gravity pulled him toward you while a glowing heat filled him, and everyone and everything else in his life became secondary. He stood rooted to the ground, he never wanted this in the first place and now it was you. The two of you didn’t say a thing and his brothers shared meaningful glances. They knew. You walked towards him, feeling the universal pull and a smile formed on your lips. Confusion clouded your head, all you knew was that you wanted to be close to him. All he could do was turn around, he couldn't get out of the house fast enough.

Since that moment he avoided you like the plague. Ignoring the bond made him even more volatile and his anger outbursts spiralled out of control. Sam had reminded him several times that he needed to embrace the bond, that it could ground him but he would have none of it. He couldn't commit to one person for the rest of his life and depend on her to keep him sane. He simply couldn't, he didn't want to. He never truly loved someone and he didn’t love you before the stupid imprint. There had been a chemistry between the two of you, he couldn’t deny that but it wasn’t love. It was sexual tension, you put him in his place and didn’t take his shit. 

He had considered his options. He could be selfish, tell you everything and knowing you, you wouldn’t run. You would stay if you knew that staying away from him made him go mad. but he didn't think that was fair. For years you had told him you wanted to start over somewhere new, under the sun. But he knew that it wasn’t fair. For years you had told him you wanted to start over somewhere new, under the sun instead of the shitty weather of Washington. He couldn’t be selfish, not when it came to you. Before he realised it, he had left his car on his driveway and shifted into the silver-furred wolf. He started running as fast as his paws could carry him. The night air rushed past Paul as he ran through the dense forest, the rhythmic pounding of his paws against the ground echoing the turmoil within him. The pack's voices buzzed in his mind, each one urging him to confront the truth, to face the consequences of his actions. ‘Dude, what did you do?’ ‘Where did you go?’ Quill and Embry asked through their mind link. ‘Leave me the fuck alone, I need to think.’ He was angry. ‘No, what you need to do is man up and tell her. She’s your imprint for fuck’s sake. Just tell her, you guys got along before, you even liked her. How things are now is awfully painful to watch.’ It was Jacob, he had enough of Paul chickening out all the time.’ Deep down, he knew they were right. He couldn't keep avoiding it. The bond he shared with you, the imprint that connected him to your very soul, demanded honesty. He needed to come clean, no matter how difficult it might be.

As Paul's wolf form darted between the trees, he couldn't escape the memories of the times when things were different between the two of you. The laughter, the shared dreams of a new beginning under the sun – all of it played vividly in his mind. He realized he couldn't let fear and uncertainty tarnish those precious moments. Finally slowing down, Paul found himself in a familiar clearing deep within the forest. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a silvery glow on the ground. He took a moment to catch his breath, feeling a mix of frustration and determination coursing through his wolf form. ‘I can't keep running away,’ he thought to himself as if trying to convince his own conscience. ‘She deserves to know the truth.’ His heart pounded in his chest, and his mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. The rhythmic beat of his paws on the forest floor became a drumming soundtrack to the turmoil within. The decision to stop running felt like a weight on his shoulders, and he couldn't escape the haunting question: Was he ready to expose you to the supernatural world that had forever altered his existence? What if you couldn't accept the truth? What if the revelation drove a permanent wedge between you two? These questions clawed at Paul's thoughts, creating a web of anxiety that threatened to ensnare him. The realization that he couldn't predict your reaction loomed over him, casting a shadow on the determination that had brought him to this point. The cool night air carried the scent of pine and damp earth, but even the familiar scents couldn't drown out the internal debate. His wolfish instincts urged him to protect, to shield you from the complexities of his supernatural existence. The internal debate raged on: Was he being selfish by unburdening his truth upon you? Would it be kinder to spare you the knowledge and allow you to pursue the new beginning you had always dreamed of, free from the entanglements of the supernatural?

A part of him longed for the simplicity of the past, the time when you two had shared laughter and dreams without the weight of secrets. But another part feared the irreversible consequences of laying bare the reality that lurked beneath the surface of their seemingly normal lives. With a deep, primal snarl, Paul pushed forward. The decision had been made, and there was no turning back. The moonlit path stretched out before him, and as the silver-furred wolf sprinted into the night, the echoes of his internal dilemma lingered in the rustle of leaves and the distant howls of the pack, intertwining with the secrets that the forest held. 

He was going to tell you.

[iveleftitwithyou]

ruderal pt. 2 | paul lahote x reader

hi everyone! this is part two to this imagine. i stayed up extra late tonight working on this, so i hope you enjoy! i meant this to be as like a shorter imagine series but i'm not good at not going into detail so it will probably be a longer series than i anticipated.

word count: 2.82k

warnings: swearing, angst, sexually suggestive content

the reflection of light on the side of your house as you pulled into your driveway was a familiar sight. you sighed, quickly realizing you had a headlight out based on the lack of light on the left side of the wall. you made a mental note to talk to your dad about it tomorrow, not in the mood for much conversation after the events of the day. at this point, the only thing on your mind was throwing yourself on your bed and burying your head under the covers.

“hey” you called loudly to your dad as you entered the front door.

“hey, y/n” he replied, eyes glued on the football game in front of him. “how was it?”

“it was fine” you lied with a slight sigh. as much as your dad respected your former schoolteacher, he wasn’t one for socializing with the townsfolk, opting instead to stay home from the visitation. “i’m gonna head up to bed i think.”

“alright, sleep tight” he replied absentmindedly, eyes still on the tv. something good must have happened, you guessed, based on the cheers emanating from the speakers. you didn’t know much about sports.

without reply, you ascended the stairs and headed into your room. you opened the middle drawer of your dresser with intention, sighing as your eyes fell upon a black shirt in the back corner. it was an old, faded Nirvana t-shirt you had “borrowed” from Paul back when you were still together. despite not having worn it in two years, a part of you couldn’t let it go, leaving it at the back of the drawer every time you purged your clothing. your fingers brushed the thin material, tracing the slight difference in texture between the woven fibers and the printed graphic. with a deep exhale you gripped the folded shirt and pulled it out of the drawer.

glancing quickly over your shoulder to make sure your blinds were shut, you awkwardly pulled off your turtleneck, the head hole getting stuck under your chin as that style of top normally does. your bra and pants quickly met the same fate as the sweater - tossed onto a chair in the corner of the room where laundry goes to die.

you sighed again as you pulled Paul’s oversized shirt over your head. why were you sighing so much today? why were you giving Paul the power to make you so moody? why was he still so important to you? why did putting on this shirt bring back all of the memories you tried so hard to repress?

you sat quickly on the edge of your bed as the flashbacks overwhelmed you. flashbacks of smiles, of long nights talking and laughing on the phone, of ice-cream dates, of walks on La Push beach, of heated fights and your remorseful, affectionate reconciliation. 

before you knew it, your knees were to your chest and your head was in your hands as you sobbed quietly, your body shaking. it was a symptom you had picked up after the break up - tears were always accompanied by trembling. 

as much as you hated to admit it, seeing and speaking to Paul today really fucked you up. but, what else could you expect when you knew deep down you’d never truly moved on? of course seeing him again would make you spiral. 

you pondered the harsh words you’d spoken to (well, more like yelled at) him this afternoon. your mind was split - half of your brain told you that he deserved it, that he left you without warning and scarred you forever. he made you feel like you weren’t good enough for him. but, the other half felt intense guilt for being so rude to him today when it seemed like he had just wanted to make amends. that part of your brain, the one that missed him instead of hating him, worried that you may have just lost your only chance to learn the real reason behind that Wednesday night phone call. 

tears continued to flow from your eyes as you toyed with the hem of the baggy shirt. it seemed like you couldn’t stop replaying the events of the afternoon in your head. this appeased both sides of your brain in different ways but both made you miserable in their own right. there was one detail that stuck out, though - the look on Paul’s face as he made eye contact with you for the first time in two years. on the surface, it just looked like shock. it looked like he was surprised to see you there when he hadn’t laid eyes on you for so long. but past the facial expression, the intensity of his eyes as they met yours was honestly unlike anything you’d ever seen from anyone. it looked like a storm was brewing behind them, full of pain and sorrow and conflict. was it just because he had missed you? or was something more going on?

your curiosity and desire for answers overpowered your sadness, causing the tears to slow and eventually cease as you attempted to analyze the situation. your eyes were glued intently on the blank wall in front of you; if anyone walked in right now they would think you were either possessed or taking the expression, “watching paint dry” a little too seriously.

the sound of a cupboard slamming downstairs snapped you out of your trance - your dad must have gotten hungry. this welcome distraction was enough for you to remember you needed to finish getting ready to sleep. rubbing your eyes, you threw your legs off the bed, feet hitting the soft rug underneath you. you grabbed the first pair of pajama shorts you could find in your dresser, stepped into them, and headed into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. you couldn’t manage to put in the effort to do much more than that tonight.

when you were done in the bathroom, you dragged your feet back down the hallway, shutting your bedroom door behind you and turning off the lights as you continued to move towards your unmade bed. in one swift motion, guided by the moonlight streaming in between your blinds, you collapsed in bed and rolled over so the blankets were on top of you. before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep, feeling a sense of calm for the first time since the funeral. this was short lived, however, as your dreams that night were filled with memories of Paul Lahote.

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you woke late the next morning, your blinds dispersing the sun’s rays into a soft glow around your room. for a split second, you felt peace, before your brain caught up and Paul’s face flashed through your mind. you groaned, wishing for that second of peace back.

you went through the motions of the morning: get up, shower, get dressed, brush your teeth - all with that man’s stupid expression playing over and over again whenever you weren’t actively trying to think of something else. 

since it was a rare (relatively) warm, sunny day in Forks, and a Sunday at that, you knew exactly what you needed: a beach day. of course, you knew just the spot. sure, you had memories with Paul at La Push beach, but you’d been going there for years, and he never managed to ruin it for you. your dad was friends with Billy Black, so you were friends with some of the other boys on the rez growing up. even after your breakup, none of them were ever hostile towards you - you just kind of drifted apart - so you still felt comfortable enjoying La Push’s beautiful scenery.

you hopped back in your car after a quick bowl of cereal alone in the kitchen, reminding yourself to be back before dark so you wouldn’t risk getting pulled over for your burnt-out headlight. the engine sputtered to life and you made your way out of your driveway and onto the road. the radio hummed faintly in the background, but you were kind of enjoying the quiet as you weaved your way through meandering tree-lined streets up to the beach. you parked on the side of the road, surprised that there were no other cars parked there today with it being so beautiful outside. it definitely wasn’t warm enough to swim, or even wear shorts, but you didn’t have to wear a sweater, so that was a win in your books.

your backpack was slung over your shoulder as you hiked over the guardrail to the flat beach. a couple of minutes of walking brought you to your favorite spot; the cliff. while the rest of the beach was sloped dunes, the cliff was a rocky structure that would make anyone nervous if they got too close to the edge. however, the flat sand leading up to it made a great relaxation spot as long as you stayed back from the drop-off.

you laid out your beach towel as a barrier between you and the sand along a tree that you could rest your back against. it was perfect for your planned activity: reading all day.

you pulled out your beat-up copy of The Great Gatsby, flipping to where you’d dog-eared the corner of the page you left off on. it wasn’t your first time reading the book, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

finally settled in, you allowed yourself to get lost in the drama unfolding on the pages in front of you. this continued for an amount of time unknown to you - minutes or hours, you didn’t really know - until you saw something moving in your peripheral vision.

you eyed the moving figure cautiously, instinctively pressing your back further against the tree. as the person continued to walk closer to you, their features were more distinguishable, and your heart raced for multiple reasons once you finally realized who it was - Paul Lahote, of course. it had to be him.

you slammed your book closed, not taking your eye off Paul as he approached you.

“y/n, can we talk?” Paul spoke loudly, still a good distance away from you. most of you wanted to keep it that way.

“about what, Paul? i have nothing to say to you.” a lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

“can you at least give me a chance?” he huffed, moving a little closer to where you were seated.

“a chance to do what? hurt me again? not interested.” you hoped he would take your words and the absolute death glare you were giving him seriously and back off. but, it was Paul, and he was stubborn, so, of course, this was not the case.

“what are you reading?” he switched the subject, obviously trying to relieve some of the tension between you two. unluckily for him, you still weren’t interested in conversation, so you just tilted the cover of the book in Paul’s direction. he scanned the cover and nodded, “of course, your favorite.”

“you remember my favorite book?” you spoke before you had time to think.

“of course i do. i remember a lot of things about you.” he asserted, taking a seat next to you but still a few feet away. a large part of you wanted that space to be bigger, but there was another, smaller part of you that wanted to scoot closer to him. of course, you resisted this urge, staying planted in the position you were when he approached.

“Paul, i really don’t want to talk. i think you should go.” you sighed. you placed the book down next to your hip and leaned fully against the tree behind you, closing your eyes as your head rested on the bark.

“i’m not going anywhere. this is my land, not yours” he protested angrily. it reminded you of the fights you two used to have. Paul was very stubborn and was quick to snap. he’d never hurt you physically, but you two were definitely a match for each other verbally.

“fine, then i'll go” you stood up sharply, shoving your book into your backpack and tossing the towel over your shoulder as you began to move past Paul on the way back to your car.

“y/n, wait,” you felt a strong hand grip your forearm. “don’t leave, i- i’m sorry. that was too harsh.”

Paul was… apologizing? without prompting? this was definitely uncharacteristic behavior for the Paul you knew. had he matured over the last two years?

“yeah, it was.” you agreed, stopping in your tracks.

“please just sit back down.” his voice was soft - another abnormality for him. you were used to his pride stepping in, but there was no hint of it in his speech in that moment.

against your better judgement, you obliged. to make matters worse, you ended up right next to him, as he was still holding on to your arm. the irony of the situation was not lost on you - two years ago, you'd likely sat in the exact same position, but under completely different circumstances.

“alright, i sat. you can let me go now.” your words came out softer than you meant for them to. it was hard to use harsh words with Paul after he had been so soft.

he dropped your arm, looking somewhat flustered. you ignored it as you brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, staring out at the glistening water ahead. 

it took a few minutes before either of you broke the silence, but Paul eventually did. 

“i know you hate me for dumping you. i would hate me too. but there’s a lot you don’t know about,” he blurted. “i never wanted to hurt you.”

“well, you did, Paul. you left me with no explanation. was i not good enough for you? what do i not know? did you meet someone else?” as much as you didn’t want to be spilling your insecurities to your ex boyfriend right now, your need for answers overwhelmed this instinct.

“what? do you really think that i left you because you weren’t good enough? don’t you think i would have figured that out sooner than a year in?” he spat, visibly angry at the accusation. “and no, there was no one else. i haven’t been in a relationship since you.”

you were disappointed that the answers didn’t help. while it was nice to hear that it wasn’t because he lost interest in you, it still didn’t provide any clarity on the actual reason. his use of the words “in a relationship” instead of “with anyone” made you shiver as you thought about all of the girls he’s probably hooked up with in the last two years. you decided it was in your best interest to not ask him to elaborate on this point, both because his face was already red with anger and because you were disgusted at the thought.

“then why? what happened? why did you leave?” you felt tears start to well up in the corners of your eyes, this conversation feeling eerily familiar.

“i can’t tell you.” Paul deadpanned, looking pained as he spoke, like he didn’t want the words to come out of his mouth.

“bullshit, Paul! why would you come talk to me and act like you want to make things right if you can’t even explain why you ruined them in the first place?” your vision was blurry with both tears and anger as you waited for a response.

“i just… can’t take being away from you anymore,” Paul replied, looking you in the eyes with probably the softest expression you’d ever seen on his face. it didn’t outweigh the anger and hurt you felt, though.

“yeah, well, you should have thought of that two years ago. i’m not doing this with you if you won’t even answer my questions. you may not want to stay away from me, but i don’t want to be around you.” you stood up, once again collecting your belongings. you managed to dodge Paul’s attempt to grab your hand and slip past him, digging in your backpack for your car keys as you trudged through the sand.

“y/n, wait,” Paul called after you, scrambling to his feet. he followed you to your car, continuing to call your name, but didn’t make another attempt to grab you, which you were grateful for.

“Paul, like i said, i’m not doing this with you.” you repeated. the majority of you wanted to slam your car door closed, drive off, and pray you never had to see him again. but the small part of you that, for some reason, he still had a grasp on, made you look over your shoulder just before getting in the driver’s seat and give him an invitation: “call me if you decide to tell me the real reason.”

tags: @secretdreamlandmentality