Summary: It was just an accident, what is the infamous big bad Paul Lahote afraid of?
Losing his imprint, thatâs what.
Warnings: hurt/comfort followed by fluff of course and curse words - PG-13.
Notes: This is literally just a one-shot that would not leave me alone so I had to get it out! Itâs all in readerâs pov with no physical description and gender neutral for the most part I think. I also listened to The Wire by the Vancouver Sleep Clinic while I was writing this, if you want the right vibesâš enjoy my first Paul fic!
Word count: 1700
Masterlist
Beep⊠beep⊠beepâŠ
The constant tone is almost soothing, almost, but not quite - thereâs too much pain.
The hospital sheets crinkle as I try to shift to find a more comfortable position, but a soft inhale has my eyes snapping open against the bright light above my bed to search for the source of the sound.
âSam?â I try to keep my voice low, but it comes out as more of a dry croak.
Sam leans forward in his chair to reach for the cup of ice on the tray near my bed, âYeah, kid.â He keeps his own voice quiet, but I can hear the tiredness in the deep rumble.
Itâs after my first sip of cold water that I take in everyone piled in my room. Embry, Quil, Jared, even Jacob - the boys are sprawled out on various chairs and couches, all completely knocked out and some of them even snoring lightly.
But thereâs another, Paul. And my heart beats a little faster taking him in, the heart monitor giving me away.
âHeâs been here the whole time, hasnât even left to shower.â Sam shifts back into his chair positioned next to the foot of my bed, directly across from his best friend on the other side, his eyes worrying over said man. âTo be fair, none of us have been able to leave.â
âSam-â Iâm speechless for a few seconds, âwhat happened?â
He loosens a sigh so deep, it pulls something in my chest. God, how long have I been here? Looking over Paulâs sleeping form, I try to put the pieces together - his head is buried face-down in his crossed arms, leaning on the end of my bed near my left leg, one of his warm hands wrapped around my ankle-my uninjured ankle. His shirt is rumbled, but I can see stubble on his cheek peeking out from where his face is hidden. If it werenât for the pain, Iâd be an absolute hot mess at the physical contact; the way his large hand easily wraps around my ankle, how warm my side is due to the heat emanating from this mountain of a man despite the cold of the hospital room.
âYou were in a car accident leaving the reservation after your dinner with Emily. You didnât text her when she expected you to be home, you didnât answer your phone and it went straight to voicemailâŠâ I can see the genuine concern on his face as he recalls it, âWhen we got there, Chief Swan was already on scene.â
âHow bad? How long have I been here?â I can feel my throat starting to constrict, my heart rate starting to tick a little faster.
Samâs eyes flick to the monitor, brotherly worry written all over the creases in between his eyebrows and the hard press of his lips.
âThree days.â This time itâs not Sam that answers, itâs the deep tenor that invades my dreams as well as damn near every waking thought of mine, Paul Lahote.
My head whips to meet his intense gaze so fast that it makes me slightly nauseous, his hand lightly squeezing my ankle in a way that tugs at another string in my chest.
âGoing for coffee, Iâll bring you back one.â Sam rises from his seat and I panic slightly, heâs leaving me with Paul. Paul Lahote, the guy I have an insanely intense crush on, the guy that doesnât do feelings. The panic subsides quickly though, I giggle slightly at Sam trying to wake up and usher the boys still half-asleep out of my room.
The door clicks behind them, silencing their grumbles and their absence echos in the room. Sucking all the air out with their departure, itâs damn near impossible to meet his eyes again.
âSweetheart.â The tenderness and hush in his voice is unfair, coupled with the gentle swipe of his thumb over the skin of my ankle. Damn, he doesnât fight fair.
Itâs like a magnet, the way my eyes draw back to his. They look so fucking tired and it hurts.
âThree cracked ribs, a fractured orbital bone, a nicked lung, and a broken tibia. Not to mention all the cuts-â he cuts himself off, hands and gaze running over my uninjured leg like heâs trying to reinforce something inside himself.
âPaul-â He stills at his name, eyes closing, inhaling deep. âPaul.â
Finally he turns to me, eyes opening and showing the slightest bit of tears pooling at the edges and its another pang to the center of my chest.
âIâm still here, what are you so scared of?â My voice is small, not sure how to tread this tense situation.
A wet laugh tumbles out as his hands abandon my leg to rub at his temples. âYou.â Itâs quiet and I almost donât catch it over the beeping of monitors.
âWhat?â I ask, my voice taking on an incredulous tone. Surely I didnât hear him right, right?
âYou.â His eyes lock onto mine with full force, face set. âYouâve⊠youâve wormed your way in here-â he rubs at his chest like it hurts and my breath hitches, âand I was scared. Am scared.â The pause hitching his breath, the tension is thick, âyour car, seeing it flipped⊠itâs like the world stopped and I couldnât hear anything-couldnât think straight, but watching you getting pulled out, I-â his groan of frustration slides over my skin and lodges in my throat with the rest of my guilt. âI-I-â
His stuttering renders me absolutely speechless, Paul Lahote showing feelings? Feelings for me? Is this real life?
âSo I havenât left. Canât. I canât even think of leaving this room let alone going home and just being useless-â
âPaul, Iâm fine.â I try to reach for his hands, but a stabbing pain in my side stops me, right - the ribs.
âPlease donât do that, donât say that, you werenât awake then they brought you in with that fucking tube down your throat-â The tremble in his hands stop his rant, drawing his attention somewhere else. His next words are a whisper, âYou werenât fine and nothing-nothing else matters.â
The conviction in his statement makes my chin wobble.
âSweetheart,â he rises from his chair and cups my cheeks, mindful of the scratches and bandages. âSweetheart, pleaseâŠâ the strong thumb swiping over my cheekbone only weakens my thin resolve and a tear spills over.
âIâm so sorry.â My voice wobbles, damn me for not being stronger, but everything hurts and heâs being so vulnerable and-and-and itâs so scary.
He leans down further, forehead pressing to my own, his nose barely brushing mine. My heart rate monitor picks up its cadence once again and that smirk Iâve always loved crinkles the side of his stupid, perfect mouth.
âIâm the one thatâs sorry.â His admission confuses me, heâs sorry? âIâm sorry I havenât told you sooner how Iâve felt.â
My heart fully stops functioning and my mouth drops open at this new bit of information.
His lips brush my cheek as they whisper into my ear, âbreathe.â My entire body is a live wire as I gulp oxygen down.
âYou donât have to say anything-â his immediate insecurity about his confession is too much.
I cut him off before I lose my resolve, âkiss me?â
His eyes widen comically for a second, as if he didnât picture the possibility I could return his affections. Silly man.
His fingers gently glide under my chin to tilt it upwards, his eyes searching every inch of my face, like heâs looking for something.
âIf you-â his turn to cut me off, his warm lips seal over mine.
Surely Iâm dead. I must be, itâs the only logical reason. Either that or this is a really, really nice dream. The immersive kind, where itâs too good to be true. Itâs a crime really, for lips to be so full and soft and just right-
The barely audible whimper that leaves my mouth when he pulls away a fraction of an inch is embarrassing. Whatâs even more embarrassing is the way I reach to chase those lips, but once again my ribs decide to protest the action, goddamnit.
Paul takes pity on me with a chuckle, resealing his lips over mine, thank god. No one should have a mouth this delicious, lips this full and warm. Iâm a goner - go ahead and wheel me to the morgue, I can die happy now that Iâve finally found out what itâs like to kiss Paul Lahote.
His hands gently slide into my hair, causing a gasp to punch through from the goosebumps the warm caress pours down my spine. His tongue seizes the opportunity to lick past my lips and I happily swallow the moan he elicits right before he peels himself away.
Backing up and taking a lap around the end of the bed, I catch the flush in his cheeks as he blows out a long breath and grin to myself self-satisfied. I made the Paul Lahote flustered.
âToo much?â I ask, unable to contain myself.
For once he looks like a fish out of water, but before she could scramble a response together, a gentle knock at the door draws both our attention as Emily peeks her head around the edge, âknock, knock.â
Relief at seeing my best friend soothes the burning heat in my cheeks almost immediately.
âCome in.â Paul pushes the chair closer so that he can take my much smaller hand in his, careful of the IV taped to the back of my hand. I canât contain the butterflies that erupt at the satisfied grin his mouth is set in, eyes glued to our joined hands.
âIâm so glad youâre awake and alright!â Her concerned ramblings fading off as the boys file back in. Sam clapping a hand on Paulâs shoulder and suspiciously empty handed with no promised coffee in sight, but I canât look away. Not from the man that just flipped my word upside down with a couple words and a kiss.
âYou.â His eyes lock onto mine with full force, face set. âYouâve⊠youâve wormed your way in here-â he rubs at his chest like it hurts and my breath hitches, âand I was scared. Am scared.â The pause hitching his breath, the tension is thick, âyour car, seeing it flipped⊠itâs like the world stopped and I couldnât hear anything-couldnât think straight, but watching you getting pulled out, I-â his groan of frustration slides over my skin and lodges in my throat with the rest of my guilt. âI-I-â
-This man has my heart hurting. Omfg!!
Backing up and taking a lap around the end of the bed, I catch the flush in his cheeks as he blows out a long breath and grin to myself self-satisfied. I made the Paul Lahote flustered.
-I would be giggling like a maniac if I knew I made this man flustered. Oof đââïž
The creator of these images is Matt Bernstein, one of my favorite educators online -- he makes incredibly clear, forceful collections of information like this one. He's queer, has fantastic nails, and has done a lot of education recently from his perspective as a Jewish person on why supporting Palestine is so important. Here's a link to this post, which he created for World AIDS Day on 12/1/23.
Knowing Amnesia since when I first started watching anime. I never seen this music video until now. I wasnât a huge Amnesia fan back then, I only watch the routes of the first game and Ukyo character songs and the anime. I missed out Amnesia content that I didnât know existed.
When I saw the thumbnail of the video, I thought it was another amv. I was so wrong. Your Magic appears in the Amneisa song collection complication along with the song of the opening and ending of the games and character songs. It features Ikki doing the singing and Kent and Ukyo providing some heartfelt dialogue. They even made a smooth quality animated music video to promote it. The visuals look phenomenal. The cloudiness and the sadness on the boysâ faces that represents an unclear mind. Then at the chorus of the song, the sun reveals itself and they remember their girlfriend who brings them such warmth and happiness in their lives. This is shown clearly when Ukyo is walking outside alone and when he saw a pink rose, it reminded him of the heroine. My heart ached when he look at the rose with a loving expression with a hint of sadness along with it. This music video is definitely a watch if you like emotional and romantic songs.
A/N: Part one of a two-part series where Sam is your brother's friend. Slightly based on the plot of New Moon. Emily is Sam's cousin in this. I'll get part two out as soon as I can!
Warnings//: Profanity.
Summary: Sam is your brother's best friend. What happens when suddenly you start hearing rumors that they have joined a gang and gone off the rails.
B/N=Brothers name (make one up if you wish.)
You had heard the rumors, âSam started a cultâ, âThey must be in a gangâ, and "Did you know that Sam and his goons run around the woods shirtless and perform rituals" It was all over the town. In a town with less than three thousand people, rumors are bound to spread like wildfire. You didnât want to believe it, more so because your brother was a part of it, and you could never think of him being involved in that. No matter how much you didnât want to accept it you couldnât help how your mind raced with anxious thoughts.
Could your brother really be in a cult? Could Sam really be the one to lead and start it? The evidence was a harsh reality, every single person in the group including your brother had cut their long hair short and gotten a matching tattoo, and that had to be something. You decided enough was enough, enough of hearing rumors, enough of your brother ignoring your existence, enough of your parents worrying, and enough of letting your feelings for Sam blind you from the truth.
You have known Sam since childhood. Sam and your brother were close friends, which meant him being around a lot and you two having general knowledge of each other. As the years went on you had developed a small crush on the boy, but you would NEVER tell him or your brother that. You always thought he saw you as his friend's annoying little sister, and he did at least until one day that started changing. It happened slowly, the lingering glances, the protectiveness turning from one of brotherly love to jealousy, the very structure of your dynamic began to change. You decided that you push those feelings down, no matter how strong they were. You couldn't handle the thought of your brother finding out about your feelings for his best friend or even Sam for that matter, you knew he wouldn't approve, and besides the chances of Sam seeing you as anything more than the girl who used to hang out with his cousin and annoy him is very slim.
You were on your way to Samâs house, you didnât have a plan and you didnât even know what you were going to say but you had determination and that was enough for you. You pulled up to Samâs house and immediately saw multiple guys without their shirts on staring at you, you got out of the car ignoring their gazes. Heading straight for the front door you barged in without knocking.
âB/N?!â you shouted, walking through the house.
You soon realized no one was inside. You ran out of the house, looking around until you saw them. You stormed down the hill towards the woods, where Sam and your brother stood facing the trees talking. When you saw them you couldnât help the anger that rose in your chest as you got closer and closer.
"HEY!" You yelled to the two boys, who turned their heads to look at you immediately.
You saw the confusion on both of their faces as you continued to stomp towards them. You are soon face to face with your brother, who is looking at you like you've grown two heads. Thats when you started ripping in to him.
"You need to explain everything to me right here, right now. I am tired of hearing that my big brother is now a part of some gang and that Sam Uley is the leader of it. You've ignored me for weeks, cut your hair off, gotten a tattoo. Mom and Dad are worried sick and you couldn't even pick up the damn phone like a man and explain what you've been doing. So I'm here now. Explain, and it better be good because I swear to you B/N I wont sit here and wait for you to pull your head out of your ass and realize all of the damage you've done." You say frustration bleeding from the words. You take a deep breath after the tangent.
Your brother's face shifts from confusion to understanding. He lets out a deep sigh. He was about to start talking but something stopped him. He slowly turned his head towards Sam, who is staring at you now with more intensity than you've ever seen on anyone before. Your brother started switching back and forth between you and Sam, becoming angrier and angrier each time. You were about to tell them to stop staring at you like idiots and tell you what was going on, when suddenly your brother started punching Sam repeatedly.
You stood there in shock. Before your brain could even process what was happening, they were now on the ground throwing punches wherever they could land.
"WHAT THE FUCK?......B/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" you exclaim through a scream.
All you can do is stand there and watch as your brother and Sam continue to throw each other around. Until, suddenly they weren't human anymore. They were gigantic wolves. You scream and fall back in shock at the sight of the two wolves, fighting their way into the woods. You sit there staring in shock as they tumble deep into the trees. You sit there for what feels like hours but is more likely a few seconds, now only hearing the sound of snarls and yelps from the distance. You begin to hear running behind you, 4 other wolves the same size jump over your head continuing into the woods. They disappear and you are left sitting, completely alone, and feeling like you are going crazy.
That didn't just happen, right? That was all in my head? What in the ever-living fuck did I just see? Why the hell did my brother start attacking Sam? How could this even be possible?, that's it I am now officially insane. These thoughts run into your head before you hear soft footsteps coming from behind you. A big contrast to the ones you heard just moments before.
"Are you okay, ?" A sweet voice calls out. You turn around to see Emily, Sam's cousin, with a calm but concerned look on her face.
"Did... did you see that?" you say in a wavering tone, barely above a whisper.
She walked over to you and grabbed your hand, helping you up off the ground and softly dusting the dirt off of your back. She always knew how to comfort someone, her presence alone was warm and inviting. You two were closer when you were little, you are still friends but haven't spoken since you started distancing yourself from Sam. You were scared of your feelings for him and the hurt it might cause, so you pushed him away and by default Emily as well.
"Everything is going to be okay, Y/N," she said in a soothing tone, careful to not spook you even more. "Why don't you come with me inside, I'll get you some tea and a blanket and we can talk about it."
She led me up the hill, rubbing a comforting circle into my back. She made me tea and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. All I could do was stare blankly into the mug, mind running faster than my body could handle, as we sat down she began speaking.
âYour brother is a werewolf, and so is Sam and the rest of the boys,â she said giving a small smile and holding my hand. âI know it doesnât make sense, and when they get back they can explain it better, but you have to understand he couldnât tell you. Itâs a sacred rule, and Sam enforced it. Alphas orders get obeyed whether they want it or not.â She says scanning my face for my reaction as she continues.
" I do not want to cause you more distress than you've already had today, so I'm going to leave the rest to Sam and B/N," she said smiling softly at me. She took my hand in hers and rubbed it smoothly "Unless you have any questions to ask me"
I looked up at her and shook my head no. I loved Emily but this was all too much, all I had was one question for her.
"I only have one, why did my brother attack Sam like that? It was out of nowhere, I couldn't even react it all happened so fast." I ask with confusion trying to wrap my head around all of this.
She looked at me a bit stunned as if she didn't know that piece of information, and I had just said something totally bizarre.
"He what?" she said stuttering a bit. "Wait B/N attacked Sam? Is that why they shifted? I thought the boys caught a whiff of........ nevermind" she trails off at the end, not meaning to slip up.
"Caught a whiff of what?" I ask staring at her intensely. She looks up at me like a child getting caught doing something wrong by their parents, she avoids my eyes and stands up starting to clean up what I'm assuming was lunch, until the boys were interrupted.
and she is the opposite of bella like she is extroverted and loves fashion and short skirts yk like this vibe (i imagine her like megan fox in jennifer's body) , paul imprinted on her so bad but in the first she wasn't interested in him but than she slowly likes him cuz he always try his best to get her
Heart shaped locket
You stare at Bella as if she is CRAZY! "Shopping? You?" Your eyebrow is raised to the heavens.
Yes, you've already graduated, and you're older than Bella. But let's be real, in this economy, you're staying with your dad, Charlie. Just until you can get on your feet.
Bella laughs and stares off through the kitchen. "Yeah.. yeah I just really have to.. get my mind off of Edward." She sighs.
You roll your eyes. "Bella, how many times do I have to repeat myself? He's ugly. He's weird. And you're still in high school! Let's turn the page, babe." You put a hand on your hip.
She shifts her feet before looking at you sternly. "You've never experienced love."
-----
"Child, can you take this to Billy's? Jake's got mono." You turn from the sink and see your dad on the table, getting ready to leave for work. He's holding a case of beer. "Don't get too close. Me and the man can't hang out until Jake is better." He scratches his beard.
"Okay, dad." You pat his shoulder and grab the case from his hands.
You get in your car and then drive to Billy's house. Gosh, you remember Jake and Bella playing around the mud and pissing you off.
You make it there and knock on the door. You take your top and cover your nose and mouth and then back up a bit.
The door opens, and there stands a smiling Billy. "Kid, you're fine. Uncover your mouth, I'm not sick." He laughs.
You laugh and drop your shirt back on your chest. "If you can't go to the store, then obviously it's serious enough for me to-"
Bella's truck speeds in, parking next to your car. She walks up to you guys. "Where's Jake?" She asks.
Billy looks at you and then her. "He's sick." He says.
Bella pushes past him. "Sorry."
Billy turns, calling her name. You grab the end of your hair and awkwardly play with it. Billy sighs and turns back to face you. Then, you hear whistling. You look over and see the Uley gang.
Next thing, Bella is walking over there.
Oh shit.
"BELLA MARIE!" You call out. You step on the wet grass, following her. Your headband starts falling off, and you stop to adjust it. "Damn it." You hiss.
You hear something from the guys, and you look up. Paul is fuming. You are in fear of Bellas safety so you just drop your headband and run over there.
"Y/n! Bella!" Sam says. "Get back." He warns.
You get next to Bella and grab her arm. But, Paul changes into a wolf. He stomps his feet and roars.
You fall back on the ground with Bella. You look at her. "Really?! Why are you always in shit?!"
Jacob runs out and turns as well. The two wolves fight into the woods. You sigh and stand up, adjusting your skirt and shirt.
"Take them to Emily's." Sam says.
"The wolf's out of the bag." Embry says.
----
"Oh, Emily!" You hug her as you and the three others walk inside the house.
She hugs you back, smiling. "Goodness, y/n. You're adorable as always." She giggles.
"Yeah, well, not feeling it. I just saw dudes shift into wolves, so that was interesting." You reply.
Bella walks in.
"Who's this?" Emily asks.
"Bella, my sister." You roll your eyes.
"Oh, you're the vampire girl." She says.
Vampires?!
"Damn, am I in a movie or something?" You groan and sit at the table where Embry and Jared sit.
The guys and Bella start talking, and you sit and listen. It all makes sense. Geez.
Jacob and Paul come inside, and Jacob tells Bella to go outside with him. Paul sits down, apologizes to Bella, and then eats a muffin.
You look over the guy, observing him. He doesn't see you.
"Does it hurt when you shift?" You ask.
He looks up at you and then stops moving. The muffin he grabbed in his hands fell and crumble on the table. You awkwardly stare back. Embry and Jared start laughing.
Sam walks in, snapping Paul out of it. He looks down at the table and then smiles. "Not too bad." He finally responds.
"It sounds like it hurts."
Sam looks over at Paul and then you.
"Yup, poor guy. He's now locked down." Jared says.
"Huh?" You ask.
"Ignore the boys." Emily says in your ear.
---- (The cullens come back - Eclipse)
You wake up, get dressed, and do your makeup. You're sitting in front of your vanity doing your hair when Bella barges in. You turn to the door and look at her. "What?" You ask.
"Paul wants to see you." She says.
"Uh huh." You reply, turning back to your mirror and doing your hair.
"Jacob says he imprinted on you." She continues.
"Really." You don't care.
"Just talk to the guy." Bella says.
"I don't take orders from girls who wear a flannel every day." You eye her outfit from your mirror.
"Y/n, really. The guy's gonna go insane."
"Fine." You sigh. "I'll text Emily and get his number."
And that, you did. You got his number. You messaged him, "y/n." That was it. But he texted back. You haven't read it yet. You're too busy with your friend, Sandra, shopping.
She holds up a pair of shoes. You think for a minute. "You had to think too long. It's a no." She sets them back down.
Your phone in your purse starts buzzing. You frantically get it and see that it's Paul. "Hang on, love." You tell your friend. You answer it. "Hey."
"Hey, y/n! Are you busy?" He asks.
"Yup! Shopping!"
"Oh, okay! I'll catch you another time." He says.
"No, give me the tea. You've got me all curious." You say.
"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me today?" He sounds shy.
Which is odd, considering you grew up around them because of your dad being friends with Billy and Harry. Fun fact! You used to help change Seth's diapers.
"Uh.." You look over at Sandra, who's smirking.
"Yes. I can. Where?" You ask.
"A date?" He asks.
"No! No date." You giggle.
"Oh uh.." He sounds awkward.
"We'll just hang out at the beach later." You say.
-----
Paul walks closer to you on the sand. "Hey, beautiful." He smiles.
"Hey." You smile back.
As he gets closer, you feel the warmth. Wolf shit. He opens his arms and wraps you up in a hug. You gently put your hands on his waist and softly pat.
"Alright." You pull away and look at him. "I know you imprinted on me, don't worry, I'm keeping my mouth shut like Bella. But just letting you know, I'm not interested. But I'm we can be friends!" You sit on the sand, crossing your legs.
He sits next to you and looks over your face. "Hmm, is there any way I can change your mind?" He touches your cheek. He moves his face close to yours.
You back away and giggle. "No, sir."
He bites his lip and looks out at the water. "You do realize how an imprint bond works, right?"
"Yup. Sam and Jacob have told all of it. So, I'm willing to be around you any time you need." You pat his bare back. The heat shocks your hand as it was just in the cool air.
You guys sit on the sand and talk about life. He's a very good guy! He's been misunderstood as a person by everyone. Deep down, his heart is big. You've told him about your life, and you two seem to favor each other. But a relationship is not where your head is right now.
----
You stumble on the sidewalk of the city, nearly falling because your heel got stuck on a rock. Paul is quick to grab your waist and hold you up. You look up at him, and his eyes look into yours with adoration.
"Thanks." You smile and hold onto his arm to keep yourself from falling.
"You're welcome, beautiful." He replies.
"Get a room." Jared groans.
Kim, who's on the other side of you, elbows him. You've gotten to know Kim, and she's pretty awesome! You both like the same stuff and hang out a bunch! She invited you to this date but told you Paul begged her to ask you to go.
"It's a nice night. Look at the moon!" Kim gasps.
You look up and see it's full and glowing. "Ooh! Perfect time to take selfies." You turn to her.
She smiles and grabs your arm. You two turn around, and she holds up her phone. You two pose in front of the moon and take pictures as it shines beautifully behind you guys.
Paul watches with his arms crossed. He's so mesmerized. You feel his eyes on you, but you're not paying it any attention. Jared touches his shoulder. Paul snaps out of it and looks at him.
----
You are listening to music and applying your face mask when your door opens. You jump up and look to see your dad.
"Oh, hey, dad." You say.
"Hey, child." He walks in the room and stands next to your vanity where you're sitting. He sets something down on the desk.
You look down and see a rose and a jewelery box. You look up at him, and he crosses his arms.
"Paul Lahote sent these." Charlie says.
You don't respond and look back down at the rose and box.
"I remember being in my twenties and being in love. I had that guy energy." He flexes his arm.
You start laughing and look back in the mirror. "Yeah, well, I'm not into him." You reply.
"Still focused on getting into that school?" He asks.
"Yup! Just one more week and I'll get my letter." You smile up at him.
"Well, if I know anything, you're smart and very driven. I'm always proud of you." He taps your vanity desk before walking out of your room.
You sigh and then wipe off your hands. You reach over to the box and open it up. You gasp at the ring and blink your eyes a few times. Your heart flutters at the fact that Paul knew what to pick for you. It's a touch of him and you. You put the ring on your middle finger.
-----
You sit at the restaurant with your group of girls. There's Chapen, who is a skater type girl, Lilly, she's a nerd, Sandra, she's the diva. She was a bitch cheerleader but kept her cool with you and Lilly. Plus, you were well liked in school. Everyone wanted to be like you. Every guy wanted you. You're used to that but never give in to them. All you want is to go to school, get your job, and then move out of your dad's.
"Please, he's so fine." Sandra looks back at the waiter.
Lilly groans and leans her head back. "Sandra, stop."
"No, you want to know fine? Embry Call." Chapen bites her burger and wiggles her eyebrows.
"Mid." You reply.
"Oh, but you've got Lahote pining for you." Sandra bumps her shoulder into yours.
"Y/n! Really?" Lilly sits up with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, that's true." You shrug it off.
"God, he's so hot!" Lilly giggles.
----
You walk into Emily's house with Bella. Harry Clearwater just passed and shits going down with a redhead who wants to eat up your sister.
You notice Seth and Leah have shifted too. They both look good! Seth smiles when he sees you and hugs you.
Leah looks pissed off , and you don't blame her. The whole Sam shit plus losing her dad? Damn.
You walk to the dining table and sit down next to Quil, who you've never even met before!
"So, Quilister." You joke.
"I kind of fuck with that nickname." He nods.
Paul comes up behind you and grabs your shoulders. His hands slide down your arms. One hand stops at your elbow, and the other one moves to your hand with the ring he gave you. He touches your fingers. You instantly get goose bumps, and your face heats up.
He notices and leans down to your ear. "You're beautiful."
You gulp.
The rest of the night was fire! You ended up getting shit faced. You, Kim, Emily, and Billy got drunk drunk. Bella and Jacob left after the fire and you don't really care where they went lol.
You slump back on the couch and close your eyes, spinning.
"Y/n, you can stay here tonight if you want." Emily offers.
"No, I'm gonna go to my bed." You smile and then stand up. You're all wobbling.
Paul grabs your waist to help you steady. "I'll drive you." He says.
You press your back into him and look up at his face. "Ya know, I'd let you-", his hand goes over your mouth.
"Alright." He laughs awkwardly and walks you outside.
You sit in your seat and just stare up out of the window. Paul pulls into your house. Your dad is gone at work, and Bella's truck isn't there.
"Is your room upstairs?" Paul asks.
"Yeah, she sure is." You wink at him.
He gets out and pulls you out of your car. You steady yourself and then bend down to take off your shoes.
"They're hurting me." You say.
Paul moves your hands and bends down. "Put your hands on my shoulders." He says.
You do as told, and he takes off your shoes. Then, he lifts you bridal style and goes into the house. He walks you up into your room and gently places you on the bed.
"Paul, don't go." You give him puppy eyes.
"Baby, I have to. I need to protect you. I always will." He touches your cheek.
You rest your face in his hand and then nod your head.
-----
You sit in the bathtub and think about how good Paul was to you last night. You embarrassed yourself, but he was so kind and gentle. You catch yourself looking at the ring on your finger.
Three knocks on the door make you jump. "Yeah?" You call out.
"Hurry up. I have to pack shit to go stay with Alice." You hear Bella call out.
But you know the plan. Her and Edward are staying at the house while everyone else does some shit. Paul has asked you to stay on his land at his house, but you refused.
"Alright, sister. Just a second!" You hurry and finish yourself up and step out. You have a towel wrapped around you and you open the door.
She jumps back and looks at you. "Sorry for interrupting. Are you going to the reservation?" She walks in and grabs her toothbrush and shit.
"Nah." You reply.
"You have to. You're in danger." Bella looks at you.
"Pookie, I stay out of shit unlike you. She wants you, not me." You scoff.
"Well, it'll make me and Paul feel better." She says.
"Fine. I'll go."
----
Paul opens his front door and guides you inside. It's so manly in here. It's clean but like.. manly. It smells like Paul. It's dark with a single lamp on.
"Where do you want your bags?" He asks, holding them up.
"Uhm, the couch." You smile.
He nods his head and gently sets them down on the cushions. "You know you're sleeping in my bed tonight. I'll be out all night. This couch isn't comfortable. I won't let you sleep here." He raises an eyebrow at you.
"Nahhhh, I'm good. I brought my pillow and blanket. I'll make due." You smile.
"Whatever you say, princess." He looks at the kitchen and then smiles. "I got your favorite snacks in there and your favorite drinks. Just make yourself at home." He steps closer to you. "And if you need anything, say my name." He says softly.
You nod your head and blush again. Noooo, why does he keep doing this?!
That night on the couch, you were tossing and turning. You couldn't get comfortable and just kept going back on your phone to watch makeup tutorials. But now you're just too tired. You give up and go into Paul's room.
You lay down on his bed and are so shocked at how comfortable and cloudy it is! You lay your head down on a pillow. Oh gosh, it smells like him. But you feel something underneath you. You pull it out and look. It's a silver necklace with a heart locket. You open the locket, and it has your first initial and a 'P'. You turn on your back and clutch it in your hand.
You jump up from a nightmare of being bitten by Miss Redhead. You're breathing hard and then get out of bed. You go into the living room and see a peaceful sleeping Paul. You gently touch his shoulder. "Paul?"
He groans and opens his eyes before sitting up. "Hey, beautiful. You okay?" He looks over you. His eyes stop at your check and you look down. The necklace.
"Yeah, just surprised you're home. I had a nightmare." You sigh.
He smiles and then pulls you on him. He holds you tightly, and it takes you back for a minute. You end up settling on his chest and feel his body on yours. You feel in the moment and close your eyes in feeling of peace and safety.
"I won't be here long. We have to go to battle." He rubs your back.
You look up at his face. "Will you be okay?"
He smiles and nods his head. "I always am. I'm Paul Lahote." He laughs.
Your eyes move from his and to his lips. He notices and starts to lean in. You back away and then stand up. "Sorry, uh." You chuckle.
"Hey, it's okay." His eyes scan you.
----
You sit on his bed, painting your nails, waiting for him to come back. Bella doesn't have her phone, but you know she's in the snow with Edward.
You're nervous as shit! You're starting to realize the more you hang out with Paul and see how sweet he is, you're falling.
You know if he's alive, he promised to be home yesterday or tonight. He didn't come yesterday. You're freaking out. You've been texting and calling Kim and Emily.
You sit back and let your nails dry. You turn on a murder mystery video on his TV. Finally, your phone rings, and you jump up, knocking your nail polish all over the bed. "Fuck!" You answer your phone. "Emily?"
"Everyone is at Billy's. Everyone is safe. Jake got hurt, but stay there, Paul will be there shortly." She says all bubbly.
Your heart skips, and you want to scream of happiness! Paul is okay and coming back. Oh yay, Bella is, too... and Edward.
You clean up all of your nail polish and wipe it down with your nail polish remover. You run to his washer and throw it in there, replacing his blanket with yours. Yeah, it's girly, but it's okay!
The door opens, and you quickly go in there. Paul.
You watch as he smiles at the ground, breathing. "It smells like you and rubbing alcohol." He finally looks up and laughs.
You squeal and jump on him. He holds onto you, chuckling and burying his face in your shoulder. You run your hands through his hair, softly gripping onto it.
"Miss me?" He asks.
"Yes." You breathe out. "Thank you for coming back." You catch yourself saying that, and you blush. He sets you down and looks at you, grabbing your face. "I spilled nail polish on your blanket. It got it off but it's in the washin-"
Paul's lips press on yours, shutting you up. You crumble in his touch and give in, kissing back. One hand grabs your waist, and the other touches the necklace he left for you. His fingers slightly graze on your collarbone. He pulls back, and you don't want him to stop. You grab his neck, pulling him down for more. He grabs your bottom to lift you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you into his bedroom.
ask and you all shall receive, here is my first paddy fic!
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ËË°âą*ââ· --- visiting your parents new family friends sounded like a boring weekend. that was until the father took a certain interest in you...
paddy x louise & ben's!daughter reader
WARNINGS: age gap (paddy: 41, reader, 19), virgin reader, infidelity, WHOLE lot of condescension, praise on praise, oral (fem!receiving), masturbation
a/n: this is by far the darkest fic i've written so far, so i understand if it's not for some ppl. if you don't like it, don't read it đ«¶đ»
âOh, Louise, please. Sheâs nineteen, sheâs a big girl,â Paddy chuckles, as he finishes doing up the cuffs of his sleeves. âAre you sure? She can stay at home with Ant and Agnes if youâd like,â Louise stumbles, clearly not wanting to be a bother, her eyes more focused on looking over at Ciara, who was getting ready herself, looking like she was more ready for a 2000s Oscars than a dinner out.
âOh, sheâs no trouble, Louise,â Ciara says, finishing adjusting the clasp of her necklace and shaking her hand dismissively. âSheâs an adult, she deserves a nice dinner out, not stuck at home with the little ones. I told you weâd get a babysitter,â She says, as Paddyâs hand rests on her back, rubbing it in soothing circles.
Youâd be lying if you said you didnât feel a pang of guilt through your chest. Since youâd met in Italy, youâd had a thing for Paddy. In all truth it was hard not to. Every pore of him seemed to ooze with sheer masculinity and sex appeal. The way he seemed so secure in himself, so funny just off the cuff, made his wife feel so desired and wanted, they seemed like newlyweds despite how long theyâd been married, you swore to yourself in that Italian hotel room youâd rather die a spinster than not have a love like that.
Definitely youâd rather die a spinster than have a love like your parents. Constantly bickering and arguing, your dad constantly apathetic and your mother constantly a nervous wreck. Sheâd gotten obsessed with all this new age mental health terms, any buzz words any Instagram mommies recommended on her for you page. It made you roll your eyes every time she handed Agnes her little oneâs meditation app.
âOkay-,â Ben began to say, sounding like he was just about to argue with Ciara and Paddy, before Paddy interjected, turning over to you where you were sitting on the sofa, reading your copy of The Watchers, finally pulling your attention out of the pages. âY/N,â Paddy says, making you look up from the book. âWould you like to come to dinner?â He asks.
Glancing over to the clock, you saw youâd all have to leave in roughly forty-five minutes, and you were still wearing your bathrobe, fluffy slippers and your hair had been thrown up in a claw clip rather lazily in the morning. âOh⊠yes please?â You said in a meeker tone than you intended. Your mother had warned you before you came to not complain in front of Ciara and Paddy, to not complain, to not ask for anything unless a limb was actually falling off.
Paddy laughed, before tapping the kitchen counter in front of him. âWell, up and at âem little lady. Best be getting ready quickly youâve got about..." Paddy laughed, pausing to look over at the clock just as you did before. âIâd say youâd got about forty minutes to doll yourself up,â He chuckled. You smiled, placing your bookmark in your page before standing up from the sofa, and reaching for your suitcase that was underneath the coffee table.
While during the day, the living room was in fact just a living room, in the night it was your bedroom. Your parents had taken Antâs usual room, Agnes could just about squeeze into the loft where Ant was staying as well, but you certainly werenât fitting three people in there. Your current bed was the sofa, which was definitely not comfortable due to the fact it was a mostly wooden structure with a thin layer of fabric and padding over top of it.
You rifled through your suitcase, before managing to find a white milkmaid dress that youâd had brought, thinking it would be funny and add to the staying in the country mood that youâd been feeling over the weekend. Rifling through your suitcase, you found your one good pair of shoes in a bag, a pair of white flats, some white socks, the dress, your usual necklace was already on, as well as a couple of usual rings, your brush, and grabbed a pack or hair ties and bobby pins for good measure.
Standing up from the sofa, you made your way over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you to get changed. You looked over at the mirror as you were changing, unable to stop yourself from looking yourself over, analysing yourself as though you were looking at yourself through Paddyâs eyes. Would Paddy liked how you looked? Would he like the dress? He hadnât really seen you dolled up yet, most of your past two days youâd spent in dungarees, and jumpers, youâd worn probably one skirt in his presence.Â
You grabbed your hairbrush to quickly get any knots of your hair, before lifting your head up and pulling your hair into a loose bun, curling the parts of hair with your fingers and then using the bobby pins to secure them into place, until the rest of your hair were out of your face. You were satisfied with that, before stepping out of the bathroom and heading back to the living room.
Once you were in the living room, Paddy let out a low whistle, clearly holding back a wolf whistle as you were in the presence of your parents, smirking. âGod, you look beautiful, Y/N,â He complimented, the statement PG enough to not set off any alarms with your parents. âAnd you havenât even done your makeup yet,â Ciara smirked, as you sat back down on the sofa, hoping you wouldnât blush at the compliment Paddy had given you too much.
Paddy smirked as you sat down, pulling your makeup bag out of your suitcase, where your brushes were inside. You did your makeup as quickly as possible, as your parent had warned you, you didnât want to be holding Paddy, Ciara, or your parents up, especially since Paddy had said this was basically a private chefâs table. It only took you about thirty minutes before you were ready, standing up from the sofa.Â
âIâm ready,â You smiled, looking over at everyone. âTook you long enough,â Your father scolded you, as you shook your head. âOh, give over, Ben,â Paddy laughs, grabbing his keys off the counter. âA girl needs her time to get herself feeling her best,â He says, smiling over at you in a way that just gave you butterflies, looking over at him back, hoping Ciara wouldnât see the way you were looking at each other.
There was a knock on the door, and Ciara parked up. âOh, that would be the babysitter!â She smiled, beginning to make her way over to the door, as Paddy gestured you over. âYou look amazing, darling,â Paddy whispered in your ear once you were close enough, your parents too preoccupied with checking over the babysitter to notice anything you and Paddy were doing.
âTrust me, sweetheart. Youâre going to love this. Especially since you arenât a vegetarian like your mother,â Paddy smirked, as you could hear the sound of the chef sharpening his knives from the next room. Paddy smirked, Ciaraâs hand over his, hers looking tiny compared to his huge masculine hands, her hand rubbing over his protectively. âYouâre going to love it. Youâve lived in cities all your life, havenât you?â He asked, and you nod your head.
âYes. We lived in New York until I was⊠sixteen. And then we moved to London,â You reply, as you sip your drink, looking over at him, as Ciara lets out a low whistle. âI canât imagine growing up somewhere like that⊠in such a big city, surrounded by so many people,â Ciara says, glancing over at Paddy admiringly. âWhen I grew up in a small town, I always imagined escaping to a big city. What do you do when you start in a big city to begin with?â
âWant to move to the country?â You reply, making everyone at the table laugh. âYou think?â Paddy smirks, looking over at you, his hand escaping from under Ciaraâs, now pointing closer to you, calloused knuckles tapping against the stained tablecloth. âI think everyone does the opposite of what their parents do,â You muttered, avoiding eye contact with your own parents who seemed unable to relax the entire time.
âDo you think so?â Louise asked, making you feel slightly uncomfortable. You paused, before finally nodding. âI think everyone does, whether itâs conscious, or unconscious. You know how they always say everyoneâs house is the opposite of the house they grew up in? If you grew up in a messy house, you have a clean house. If you were grew up in a modern house, you want a Victorian or Georgian house?â You ask, shrugging as you look over at Paddy and Ciara.
âThatâs true enough,â Paddy says after a few moments of silence, taking a sip of his drink, as the chef re-enters the room, with a large goose sitting on a large plate, Paddy letting out a low whistle. âOh, Mike, look at that. You outdid yourself here. This looks delicious,â Paddy whistles, as Mike places the plate down in the centre of the table. âHad to pull out all the stops when we have company. Donât give a shit about you guys,â Mike smirks, a carving fork in his hand, handing it over to Paddy. âYou should do the honours,â He says, as Paddy fixes his suit dramatically before standing up.
Paddy stands up, before sharpening the knives in his hands, and beginning to cut into the goose, precisely cutting it as though it was second nature to him, muscle memory. âThis bit, is the best part of the roast,â Paddy explains, the meat skewered onto the carving fork, which he held out. âPlease, Louise,â He says, offering it to her. You could see the panic in your Momâs face, as she swallowed a lump in her throat.
âVegetarian,â Ciara corrected, placing her hand over Paddyâs wrist, who looks mortified. âOh my God, I am so sorry,â He apologises, waving the fork around from side to side, before turning over to you. âY/N?â He asks, with a smirk on his lips. You nod your head, before he begins to move the fork to your mouth. You slowly open your mouth, sticking out your tongue, as you let your teeth pull the meat off the fork, before chewing it.Â
God, Paddy was not lying around it being the best part of the roast. It was delicious, it just seemed to melt onto your tongue, and your eyes involuntarily closed, as you placed your hand over your mouth, savouring it. Everyone at the table, and even Mike started laughing, as Paddy began to cut apart the rest of the goose. âOh, that is a sight to behold, isnât it?â He chuckled darkly. âA city girl finally tasting good food,â He laughed, as he began to serve up the roast to Ben, Ciara, himself and you, as Mike went back to the kitchen to prepare Louiseâs dinner.
You had decided to eat in relative peace, just letting the conversation between your parents and Ciara and Paddy wash over you, before your concentration tuned in more when you heard Ciara begin to discuss herâs and Paddyâs sex life. âWell, of course, while people want to skirt around it, sex is really what keeps a marriage alive,â Ciara mused over her third glass of wine. She was quite tipsy already.
Your motherâs eyes widened, as she took the tiniest sip of her drink. âReally?â She asked, as Ciara nodded her head. âOh, yes,â Ciara smirks, her fingertip swirling over the rim of her glass. âMe and Paddy were at it twice a day when we were in Italy,â She smirked proudly, as Paddy reached down and spanked her playfully, making her jump. While you were chewing her drink, you felt envy all through your body. You wished you were having sex with Paddy in a hotel room in Italy, twice a day.Â
God, if you had him to yourself, youâd have him three, four, five times a day.
Louiseâs eyes were practically bulging out of her skull, as she took the longest sip of her drink she had so far. âWe roleplay sometimes, you know?â Paddy smirked, making you feel even more envious, as your eyes look over to him. You would roleplay absolutely anything he wanted if you could just have the chance to sleep with him. âWhat⊠what do you roleplay?â Ben asked, your father asking a question you really wanted to know the answer to, but not in front of your parents.
Ciara smirked, as though sheâd just been waiting for the moment that someone asked her the question about what roleplay they get up to. âOh, all sorts of things. Halloween always makes it more fun,â She smirks, downing the rest of her third glass, as Paddy is already pouring her another. âWaitress and patron⊠rockstar and his groupie⊠naughty schoolgirl and teacher,â She says, every word laced with smugness and pride. Pride she had such a good sex life.
Pride that everyone sitting around the table knowing that she got ploughed through the mattress every single night. And God she had a right to be smug. You would kill to be her, to be in her position, just for one night. What you wouldnât give for a freaky friday situation right now, and to be her for one night in that martial bed. Instead you were stuck as a nineteen year old virgin.
âWow⊠thatâs intense,â Your mother replied, sipping her drink, as your father was noticeably silent. You knew your parentâs relationship was on very thin ice, after your Mom had cheated on your Dad with a co-worker of hers. And while you really tried to not think about it too much, you knew your parentâs sex life was probably terrible.
âWhat about you, darling?â Paddy asked, turning over to you with a little smirk. âYou got a boyfriend? Girlfriend?â He asked you, as you finally realised that all the attention was on you, and your lack of relationships. You shake your head, swallowing a mouthful of food and looking over at him. âNo⊠no,â You mutter softly, feeling a little embarrassed.
Paddy seemed surprised, as Ciara downed her fourth glass of wine, necking almost the whole thing in one. âReally? Wow. That surprises me,â He laughs, taking a slow sip of his drink. âA body and face like yours, Iâm surprised your Daddy ainât chasing them off with a stick,â He laughs, making you feel yourself blush crimson. Suddenly, you were very aware of how Paddy was looking at you, licking his lips, and you assumed he wasnât licking gravy off his lips, but you decided to ignore it.
For nowâŠ
âIâŠ. I mightâve had a bit much,â Ciara confesses, as Paddy manages to haul Ciara into the house. Sheâd downed about eight glasses during the dinner, Ant and Agnes babysitter was sitting in the living room, waiting for everyoneâs return. Ciara is practically stumbling over everything in her own house, as she finally manages to collapse onto the sofa, where you worry sheâs going to stay for the rest of the night, which leaves you without a bed.
Your parents begin to head upstairs once the babysitter confirms that Ant and Agnes are fast asleep upstairs, as Paddy looks over at you awkwardly. âUmm⊠sweetheart,â He mutters softly, looking over at you, his hand supporting Ciaraâs head, as heâs moving a pillow underneath it. âI think Ciara might have claimed your spot for the night,â Paddy laughs, as Ciara is now sound asleep on your usual spot, and from how much she drank, you know sheâs not moving anytime soon.
He looks over at you, and you can see his mind thinking, before he chuckles softly. âYou can sleep up in our bed if you want for the night,â He offers. âCiara wonât hold it against you,â Paddy assures you, making you laugh, your mind running so quickly as you nod your head again. âA-Alright. Let me⊠let me grab some pyjamas,â You mutter, ruffling through your suitcase and finding a pair of sweats and a jumper.
Paddy lead you up the two flights of stairs to his and Ciaraâs bedroom, with a big double bed, much more comfortable than anything youâve been in so far in the house. âIâm going to get changed,â You mutter softly, and Paddy sits down on the bed, his eyes not breaking from you, as you realise youâre going to change in front of him. You pull off your dress, never more aware of your nakedness as you pulled your jumper over your top, before pulling your dress down and pulling your sweats on too.
âWere you just lying in front of your parents?â Paddy asked you, as he begins to undress himself, pulling off his top. Finally, you got the view of the body youâd admired so much, his chest muscles and then the slightly softer, but still defined tummy. You look over at him, and shake your head slowly. âNo,â You reply bashfully, shaking your head. âIâve never been with a guy,â You admit.
âAnd no girls either?â Paddy adds, and you shake your head again. He chuckles, as he undoes his belt, slowly pulling it off in a way that makes you just want to jump on him like a wild animal. âPart of me struggles to believe that, and part of me is very happy thatâs the truth, baby,â He smirks, as he ushers you closer to him on the bed, and if your head wasnât so clouded by the sight of him you might have paused more before obeying.
âI canât believe your parents brought me a sweet, innocent little virgin like you. And god, youâre only what, twenty?â He asked, bringing you onto his lap, where you could already feel his hard on through his boxers and through your sweats, making you clench your legs together in surprise. âNineteen,â You mutter softly, correcting him, and he lets out a low whistle.
âGod, nineteen. Iâm such a pervert, arenât I, baby?â He asks, as you laugh, your face flushing, as you rest your head on his shoulder and let out a small giggle. âMmm, lay back for me, sweet thing. Iâm going to show you how a man should treat a woman,â He smirks, squeezing your ass with his large hands, before gently manoeuvring you so you were laying flat against the soft mattress, with him on top of you.Â
âYou see, Y/N,â Paddy smirks, as his hands already begin to pull down your sweats, which had stayed on for an embarrassingly small amount of time in Paddyâs bedroom. âA sweet girl like you, needs to be cared for properly. Iâm going to teach you how to do that, alright?â He says, as you nod your head, finding yourself lost for words as he smirks, his hands beginning to pull down your underwear.Â
Once Paddy pulls off your underwear, he lets out a low whistle, his eyes looking you up and down as though he were looking at a meal. âGod, look at this pussy, baby. Good enough to fucking eat,â He says in a low tone, as his middle and ring finger ran along your pussy lips, making you jump up and squirm away, making him laugh. âEasy girl, easy. God, you are really sensitive,â He laughs, as he gently coaxes you back down to where you were laying down on the bed.
âIâll take it slowly, just relax,â He coos, as he gently rubs your hips and thighs, trying to relax your body. âYou want someone to make you cum, donât you?â He asks, and you nod your head, feeling your whole face is bright pink by now. âDonât worry about that, love,â Paddy says softly, as his hands rub your sides. âIâm not leaving this room until you cum, alright?â Paddy promises, his promise sending butterflies through your core. âPlease,â Is the only word that can leave your lips, making Paddy smirk.
âRight. Iâm going to just gently rub your clit, alright?â He says, guiding you through every part of the process, gently spreading your lips as he gently begins to rub circles around your clit, realising how sensitive you are. You let out a whine, your eyes closing as you feel bliss coursing through your body. His fingertips are calloused but his fingers are so gentle that it feels like heaven.
âOhh, I think you like that, darling,â Paddy smirks, as he rubs your clit in gentle circles, sometimes reversing which way heâs rubbing, getting you completely soaked, wetter than youâd ever been in your life, letting out whines and moans that you didnât even realise you were capable of making, you were complete putty in his hands. âGod, youâre so fucking wet,â He says, his tone a mix of condescending and soothing that made you drip onto his fingers.
âBet you taste so good,â He smirks, his head beginning to lower, and before you knew it, his head was between your legs and he was sucking and licking at you, his lips around your clit, gently sucking, and gently licking, it was as though he was gently coaxing your orgasm out of you, his hands gently wrapped around your thighs as he was groaning into you as though you were the best thing heâd ever tasted.
âI donât think Iâve ever been this fucking hard, doll,â He groaned, and even if he was lying, you didnât care, it felt too good, your eyes closed, youâd take any praise he gave you, your legs beginning to shake around him. âPaddy⊠Iâm so fucking close-,â You gasped out, as Paddyâs grip tightened, groaning into you, as his tongue sped up. âCome for me-,â Paddy groaned into your pussy, and you couldnât hold on anymore.
That pleasure melted inside of you, like a stubborn knot that had finally come undone, and you came onto his face, your wetness coating his tongue, your thighs shaking around his face, and you tried to squirm away from him, your body so sensitive. Paddy gave you a few final kitten licks, making you gasp out and squirm away, making him laugh.
When he pulls away from you, you see his chin and beard covered in your orgasm. Using one hand, he pulled his boxers down, and then with the same hand, wiped up and collected the wetness, before using it to stroke his achingly hard cock. âSee what you do to me, baby?â He gasps out, his hand stroking his cock hard and rhythmically, letting out almost animalistic gasps, and grunts, and groans, fucking himself with his hand.
âThis is what you do to me. Iâve been admiring that⊠pretty⊠fucking body. I couldâve fucked you in Italy, you know?â Paddy grunts, his state of being so desperate for an orgasm stopping him from saying anything he normally wouldnât. âSeeing you saunter around in that little bikini, God you were only eighteen then, werenât you? Iâm a sick fucking bastard⊠wanking over you when Ciara was out with Ant⊠and I knew you were down the hall with your parents, and I couldâve just slipped into your room⊠and fucked you,â
His words and breath was ragged and broken by now, almost animalistic, barely hanging onto his sanity, as his pre-cum leaked all over the bed, creating a big wet patch, as he was practically howling like a rabid animal. âGod, I canât wait until I can come right inside that little pussy. Iâll have to stretch you out first⊠I bet youâre still too fucking tight⊠Jesus Christ, Y/N, youâre a fucking seductress, you know that, FUCK!â
Paddy let out the loudest groan, before he came, thick spurts of cum making a mess all over the bed, some of them shooting so far that they spurted onto your tummy, making you squirm away nervously, your breath shaky as you saw how hard he was cumming, his hand grasping the bedsheets so hard you were convinced he was going to tear them.
When he finally recovered from his orgasm, he let out a shaking gasp, as he looked over at you, and finally caught his breath. âLook what you just did to me, baby,â He laughed, his hand on your shoulder as he pulled you to him, pressing his lips to yours hungrily, and you tasted yourself on his mouth, which felt like the naughtiest thing. When you pull away, he patted your tummy gently, before standing up from the bed.Â
âYou hop in the shower, baby. Iâll get the sheets cleaned up,â
a/n!!! ahhh i hope my speak no evil/paddy girlies feel fed. this was 110% me just writing about what i found sexy but i hope you enjoy it too. taglist is the ppl who commented on my preview post, comment to be added/removed <3
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Summary: Anberlin decides to tease Brock while decorating the Christmas tree and one thing leads to another. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)
Dennyâs and Sex -đŠ
Summary: After being on the road for so long Anberlin and Brock stop off at a Denny's to which the waiter flirts with Anberlin making Brock jealous. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)
Relaxation -đŠ
Summary: After Brock looses the title to Seth Rollins. Whatâs the best way to relax him? By giving him a message. But things turn hot quickly. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)
Road Trips Can Be Boring⊠Sometimes -đŠ
Summary: Anberlin is a bit board during this long car ride to the next Raw. She spices things up by giving Brock roadhead. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)
Valentines Day -đŠ
Summary: Becky drags Anberlin to a Valentines Day party where Anberlin drags her boyfriend, Brock. Anberlin quickly grows bored of the party only for Brock spice things up. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)
5.7k words, Joel x f!reader x Tommy | sequel here!
A/N: ONE SHOT. I had to get this out of my system after that one Uncle Tommy line I wrote in september lol. Shoutouts to: @bonezone44 for being an Uncle Tommy stan, @walkintotheriveranddisappear for running the center for dvp excellence, and everyone who's been supportive. đ€ Fic recs at the bottom.
WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap, darkish miller bros, dubcon (coaxing/pressure, you aren't sure what Joel allows), use of "daddy," sharing, unsafe p in v (individually and together), oral, jacking off, creampies, cucking, MFM, DP (double vag), light degradation, praise, pet names, foot massage. AU where you don't overthink this fic. Youâre happy with Joel, but itâs not a healthy relationship with clear communication and boundaries. Joel carries reader. TW: incidental incest via MFM/DVP - If this isn't for you, please quietly move along.
Joel squats down with one hand on the back of your chair. He admires your face then cups your cheek. âGotta do somethinâ, baby. Wonât be back tonight.â The casual announcement makes your heart race. He kisses you on the forehead, then stands up.Â
âWhat do you mean you wonât be back tonight?â
âItâs okay, baby. Uncle Tommyâs gonna stay with ya.â
Your face gets hot. Tommy tilts his head down and smiles at you from across the breakfast table. He raises his glass of juice in acknowledgement, but you donât look at him. You look squarely at Joel, caught off guard by his plans.
âDaddy,â you whine. âJust lemme come with you.âÂ
âAinât that kinda trip, darlinâ.âÂ
âWhy canât he do it?â
Tommy laughs silently and his voice goes up an octave. âWhatâsa matter, sweetheart? Donât wanna hang out?â He tilts his head and smiles, then his normal voice returns. âThatâs okay.â There's a glimmer in his eye.Â
Joel grabs his jacket and kisses you goodbye, then says, âDonât have too much fun without me,â and winks at Tommy. Then Joel's gone, just like that. Your tummy feels nervous as his truck starts, then drives away.Â
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It's Thanksgiving week. You have a lot to be thankful for. Joel loves you and takes good care of you. You have solar power and a nice farm with a secure perimeter. Tommy is visiting for the holiday. You met Tommy in passing long ago, but his girl at the time was with him, and that was before you were Joelâs. You were just the girl down the street. This week is the first time you've really spent time together.Â
Joel would kill any other man for touching you, but apparently he's different about Tommy. You're still figuring out how that works. Joel doesn't seem to mind what Tommy seesâor feelsâwhen the three of you are together. But what about when you're alone?Â
Does Joel know Tommy walked by the bedroom window and saw you undressing? Does he know Tommy came to apologize for that when you were fresh out of the shower, and saw you in a towel? Or that he looked you up and down, asked if Joel was treating you right, then gave a low whistle and adjusted himself before he left? Or that you touched yourself almost as soon as he closed the door?
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Last night, Joel put you in Tommy's lap in the armchair to give you a foot massage, and you tried not to react when Tommy got hard. âIt's ok,â Tommy whispered with his hands on your hips. He pulled you back against his hard bulge with a soft grunt and it gave you a shock of desire.Â
âIt's ok, darlin,â Joel echoed, kneeling at your feet. Joel placed your heel on his own hardening package as he worked on the ball of your foot.Â
Tommy's hand cupped your breast and you tensed.Â
Joel glanced up. âRelax, baby. It's just Uncle Tommy.âÂ
âIt's ok,â Tommy whispered again into your hair as his other hand crept up your thigh, higher and higher, until his thumb grazed your panties. Joel continued massaging you, unbothered, then switched to the other foot.Â
Tommy's thick fingers glided over your panties and you twitched as he felt the dampness. He lifted his hips with a soft grunt, then cleared his throat. âgonna take care of your girl tonight, Joel? She's drippinâ like a faucet.â Your cheeks burned, and Tommy ran his hand down your thigh.Â
Joel smiled with half his mouth as he glanced up. âmakinâ a mess already?â Joel shook his head. âClose your legs, darlin'.âÂ
Your stomach dropped and you stammered, âsorry, uh . . .â
But as soon as you closed your legs, Tommy lifted your dress up, making your whole body tingle with goosebumps. Joelâs face gave away nothing as he looked past you at Tommy. For a moment, you thought Tommy had gone too far. Then Joel hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, and Tommy held you back against his chest as Joel slid them off. Joel spread your knees, and Tommy's, and knelt between them, closer.Â
With his armpits resting over your thighs, Joel looked at your cunt hungrily and spread you open with his thumbs. You tilted your hips for him, feeling yourself gush. âGood girl,â he murmured, then planted his right forearm on your lower belly. With his right fingers pointing down, he ran them through your dripping folds, then drew in a deep breath through his nose before bringing his mouth between your legs.Â
Joel lapped at your weeping hole and sucked your clit. He fingered you and made out with your cunt like it was just another night, like he was getting ready to fuck you. Meanwhile, Tommy lightly grinded into your ass, breathing warm and wet into your hair and holding you gently in his strong arms as Joel devoured your pussy. Tommy rocked you gently on his lap, rocking you into Joelâs mouth. Joel ate you out at the same rhythm. When you came, Tommyâs arousal pressed harder against you and he grabbed your breast. He cooed, âgood girl.â Â
Joel didn't seem to mind, and it felt really good, but you got self conscious after you finished. Tommy caressed your arm as Joel wiped his mouth off. âI'm sleepy, daddy,â you looked at him with big eyes.
Joel looked at you fondly, squeezed your thigh, and said, âI know, darlinâ. Give Uncle Tommy a kiss goodnight.â You turned around and kissed him on the cheek, then mumbled âgoodnightâ without meeting his eyes.Â
â
Joel scooped you up in his arms. You went to bed with Joel and only Joel. As soon as he laid you down, you asked, âyou're not mad about Tommy touching me?â
âFelt good, didn't it?âÂ
You gave a small nod.Â
âNice havinâ four hands.â Joel raised his eyebrows and left it at that.Â
You eyed the protrusion in his jeans. âI'm cominâ, baby,â he reassured you as he unzipped them. He pulled his jeans and boxers down together and his massive erection sprang free. He prowled across the bed, settled between your legs, and you raised your knees, tilting your hips for him. âGood girl,â he whispered as he got himself into place.Â
âGod damn, even wetter now,â he muttered as he gathered your slick on his fingers and wiped it on his stiff cock. His tip prodded your dripping hole, then he pushed inside with a sigh, making you moan as he split you open. Joel bottomed out, and the sound that came out of his chest was somewhere between a grunt and a groan, âUungghh.â You whimpered in pleasure. Then, through the thin wall, you heard Tommy cum with a deep moan. Joel chuckled, then bowed his head and kissed you, pausing all the way inside.Â
Joel kissed you softly as he buried his length in you, and your lips broke away only to whimper, âDaddy.â
âYeah, baby doll,â he whispered into the pillow, right by your ear. âDaddyâs here.â You wrapped your legs around him as he fucked you deep and slow. You imagined Tommy lying behind you, grinding against you, whispering âgood girl,â copping a feel as Joel fucked you. You moaned and whimpered under Joel as he brought you to the brink again. Then, as your wet little pussy fluttered around his cock, he groaned and bottomed out to fill you with his seed.Â
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Now itâs morning, Joel's gone, and you're left alone with his brother. His brother with the sweet smile, soft voice, and big dick that felt so hard against you. Don't have too much fun without me, Joel said. . . With a wink. Â Unsure what to do with that, you avoid Tommy for most of the day, and he doesn't make you hang out with him. He works in the yard and you catch a few glimpses. He gets hot and takes off his flannel, exposing his wifebeater and oversized belt buckle. As he dabs his forehead with his shirt, his bicep swells and the veins on his hand bulge.
Tommy comes in and takes a shower in the other bathroom. Thereâs a knock on your bedroom door, then it opens. Youâre not sure why you didnât lock it. Tommyâs wearing jeans, boxers, and nothing else. Your eyes linger on his strong chest. He leans with his hand against the door frame. âThink Joel would let me borrow a shirt? Wasnât planninâ to work up a sweat,â he chuckles.Â
Tommy crosses his muscular arms over his thick, bare chest as you get a white t-shirt out of Joel's dresser and toss it to him. Tommyâs jeans ride down as he lifts his arms and puts the shirt on in front of you. He catches you looking as his head comes through the hole, then he rakes his fingers through his curls. A subtle smile forms, his eyes twinkle, and he gives you a little nod before he walks away.Â
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Later, you're taking a bath. You sigh as you sink into the water. Then there's a click as the doorknob lock is effortlessly picked. The door opens and Tommy smiles at you with his eyes, biting his bottom lip. He closes the door behind him. The tub squeaks as you quickly pull up your knees to cover your breasts.Â
âMusta been touchinâ yourself, huh?â he chuckles as he approaches the tub. âDon't stop on my account.â He winks and his eyes fall on your legs. You scooch them closer together in case he can see through the bathwater.Â
Your chest feels warm. You look down and away.
Tommy takes a seat on the tiled floor in front of the garden tub. âCâmon sweetheart, don't be shy.â his arm moves out of view, unbuttoning his jeans. Your nipples harden. He tilts his head to peek from the side and smiles.Â
âWhat do you want?â you ask softly and a low squeak echoes as you shift in the tub.Â
âWanna see ya do it. Go on, finish what ya started.â Â
âI wasn't.â
âThere's no shame in it, sweetheartâ
You swallow and look down.
He studies your face and repeats, âNothin' to be âshamed of. You know that. Right?â
âTell your brother that,â you whisper and instantly regret it. You pinch your eyes shut and add, âNo, don't. . .Please.â
âOh shit,â Tommy whispers. âYa canât, can ya?âÂ
You barely shake your head, eyes still closed.Â
Tommy chuckles. âControlling fucker, ain't he?âÂ
You look at Tommy and your eyes widen with some defiant glimmer of hope. âGod damn,â he whispers. âkeepinâ his girl from touchinâ herself.â He looks down and shakes his head in disapproval. Â
He smiles apologetically. âGuess Daddy knows best, huh?â He tugs his jeans off, and you watch unabashed. As his pants come off, his boxers ride down, exposing his short, dark pubic hair. You canât help but admire the way his thigh muscles swell out from his boxers. Â
He palms himself over the fabric and raises his eyebrows. âWanna see it, donât ya?â He smiles knowingly at you.Â
You donât answer. He shows you anyway, pulling the waistband down under his balls. He's neatly trimmed and his balls are big. He's engorged but not fully hard.Â
âDo me a favor and spit in my hand, sweetheart.â He holds it out in front of you. You look back and forth between his eyes, then his freckles. He's a handsome man. His hand stays there, waiting patiently. You gather saliva in your mouth, tilt your head forward, and let it drop into his palm.Â
âGood girl,â he murmurs.Â
He wraps his hand around his cock and You look into the bath water as his eyes devour your body. In the corner of your eye, you can see him at full mast. He breathes heavier, then moves positions. He sits with his right side against the tub, facing you. He strokes himself with his left hand and dips his right hand into the water. You flinch away then try to relax. The backs of Tommyâs fingers graze your calf under the water. You squeeze your thighs together.Â
âDon't get shy on me now, cupcake.â He reaches behind your calf and touches the back of your leg, near your ass. Your legs involuntarily part. He wouldn't do anything Joel wouldn't like. Would he? Somehow the tension of the situation is only making you want it more. His fingers creep between your legs and caress your inner thigh crease. He sucks in a chest full of air, then gets on his knees. He brings his left hand to your mouth again for lube.Â
âGood girl.â The squelch of his hand around his cock echoes with the new moisture. He searches your face as half his mouth breaks into a smile. He holds your inner thigh as he jacks off. Then he straightens your leg so he can see your body better. âGod damn,â he murmurs, and the sound of his voice is sharpened by the tile. He rubs your thigh, spits into his other hand, keeps tugging at his cock, then when he's close, he gets up and sits on the edge of the tub. Itâs impossible not to look at his stiff, angry cock, glistening with your combined saliva. You still have one knee bent above the waterâthe knee furthest from him.Â
He pumps himself and stands up to face you. âYou wanna know how I taste?â He asks.Â
You hesitantly shake your head no, unsure if it would be crossing a line. âOkay, sweetheart. Don't have to.â He aims his cock at the water over your lap, then closes his eyes and groans. âOhh, God. ohhhh,â it lands sharply in your ears as he erupts. Silky ropes of cum dance in the water, some of it wrapping around your thigh. When he's finished, he pulls his boxers back up, then his jeans, but doesn't zip them up. He sits on the edge of the tub again, leans over it, and kisses you on the forehead. Then he whispers in your ear, âI'll make dinner.âÂ
â-
You eat together at the kitchen table. There's a cornucopia centerpiece. The scant conversation is about winter and gardening, until he reaches under the table and squeezes your thigh. You want him so bad, you blurt out, âwhatâs happening?âÂ
He replies, âHuh?â with his hand still on your thigh.Â
You search Tommyâs face. âYou said it yourself, heâs controlling.â You shift in your chair and he takes his hand back. You continue, âWhy doesnât he care if you. . .âÂ
âAh,â Tommy smiles down at his plate. âWell. . .â He turns his chair to face you instead of the table. He sits back and manspreads, and his hands rest on his thighs. âIâm just another body to love ya with, sugar.â His eyes drift to the cornucopia. âAnd I sure am thankful for it.âÂ
His eyes return to you, and your heart flutters.Â
âHe can love on ya when he ainât here, even.â One of his hands slides up his own thigh to rest closer to his groin. He takes in a deep breath through his nose and nods, admiring you as he slowly exhales. His eyes are darker.Â
A desperate want is stirring in your belly. It seems too good to be true. You abruptly announce, âIâm tired. Iâm gonna go to bed.â
âOkay, cupcake. Câmere,â Tommy opens his arms.Â
You stand between his legs, bend forward, put your arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. As you pull your head back, his hands on your hips pull you into sitting on his thigh. He brings a hand to your cheek, and it melts you. âI wouldnât do nothinâ he wouldnât want,â he reassures you.
You nod.Â
âEnd up on the wrong side of the dirt,â he chuckles. When you donât laugh, he clarifies, âMe, not you. Heâd never hurt ya, cupcake.âÂ
Then he cradles your head with both hands, studying your eyes and lips. He wets his lips, and your lips part, watching him. Half his mouth twitches. Youâre warm all over. He leans in and looks at your mouth again, getting closer. When you can practically feel the heat of his lips on yours, you close the gap and feel a rush of need when your mouths come together. His lips are soft, and the kiss is tender. You pull away after two seconds.Â
âGoodnight,â you whisper.Â
â---
You lie in bed missing Joel, wishing he would come home. You feel more at ease with the two of them. Your mind drifts to Tommy. At this rate, you wish he would stay. Youâre almost asleep when the bedroom door creaks open.Â
âDaddy?â When you turn over, the moonlit silhouette is Tommy's. He's only wearing boxers and there's already a tent in them. He lifts the covers, and the mattress dips under his weight.Â
You ask, âWhat are you doing?â
â'Sâokay, cupcake, I told ya. Promise he wonât be mad.â
âHow do you know for sure?â
âYour daddy and I been sharinâ our toys for fifty years.â
Your stomach turns, but Tommy adds, âYou're the most special of all, ya know.â He scoots closer. âNever seen him in love before.âÂ
You feel your body warming and opening up for him.Â
âHe wants ya to get what ya need, baby,â Tommy whispers.Â
Your heart pounds.Â
âEven told me your secret word,â Tommy adds.Â
âHe did?â
âIf ya really want me to stop, all ya gotta say is Appleseed.â How would he know that unless Joel told him?Â
You turn away from Tommy and he doesn't waste any time before spooning you. His strong arm rests over you and his hand cups a breast. He kisses your neck, soft and wet. The thick, warm rod in his boxers grazes your lower back as he tongues your delicate skin. He kisses your neck with increasing passion, and he kneads your breast. Then his arousal fully presses against you through his boxers and your nightgown. Â
He curves his body around you and pulls you back into him. He sighs and his engorged cock twitches against your crack, giving you a surge of desire. He slides his hand into your nightgown from the top to palm your naked breast and sighs as he grinds against you. Â
âGod damn, sweetheart,â he whispers as your nipple hardens against his palm. He takes his hand out of your nightgown and cups your breast on top of it again, then his hand slowly slides down your sleepwear, feeling every inch of your torso before arriving at your bare thigh. He nudges his fingers under the hem of your nightgown and slides his hand up your thigh. When his hand reaches your pussy, your top leg lifts ever so slightly, spreading your thighs to make room for him. You're not wearing underwear.Â
âGood girl,â he whispers. Youâre aching to have him inside you. âDrippinâ for me ain't ya, baby?âÂ
He circles your clit, and you moan softly. There's a wet spot on his boxers pressing into you. âFuckâ he mutters and backs up his hips. âDamnit, Iâm drippinâ, too,â he chuckles. âTakinâ these off.âÂ
After taking his boxers off, Tommy hovers over you and youâre still on your side. Tommy's hand comes back to your breast, and you turn your face toward his. Your lips meet, and after two seconds, you donât pull away. His lips push yours open and you accept his tongue. You breathe through your nose as he licks into your mouth. Â
Tommy pulls back and reads your face, then gives you another soft kiss before settling in behind you, against you, curled around you again. His naked cock is smooth and warm against your ass. He grinds against you for a minute as he massages your breast and moans into your hair. Then his hand drifts down between your legs and he groans at how wet you are.Â
âI gotta be in ya, sugar.â Tommy backs up and wedges his rigid cock between your thighs, and it glides smoothly through your mess of arousal. His tip reaches your clit. Youâre throbbing needily. Your hips tilt on their own, offering him your hole.Â
âFuck,â Tommy says as his tip finds your entrance. âFuck. Thatâs right, baby.â he pushes his tip into you. You're dying for it, but you're still a little tense and it's making you even tighter.Â
âGod damn, you feel good. Can't imagine when he firstâ.â He pushes into you, trying to let your body relax and accommodate his girth. âOh shit, mmmâthat musta beenâFuck.â He pushes a little further. âRelax for me, baby.â He withdraws some then thrusts further into you. âRelax, sugar,â he whispers. âJust breathe.â You take a deep breath and relax. The last of him slides in and he bottoms out. âOhh, good girl. There we go.â He palms your breast and you melt into him. âWeâre right here, baby.âÂ
Heâs got you speared on his cock, spread apart by his girth. âGod damn. What a good girl.âÂ
With his cock fully sheathed, his thick fingers rub circles on your nipple. You moan, twitching around the new cock buried in the hot center of your body. âMmm,â he growls into your hair, still not moving. You need friction. He breathes deeply. âbreathe with me, baby.â You breathe with him and feel yourself relax more.Â
âPlease,â you whine, beginning to move your hips.Â
His voice is husky. âGod damn. Look at ya, sugar. Fuckinâ yourself on Uncle Tommyâs cock?â
âPlease,â you whimper again.Â
âWhat's your daddy gonna think?âÂ
Your walls twitch and your heart skips a beat. âYou saidââ
âYeah. . .He'll be fine, sweetheart..â Tommy begins to move his hips. âHeâd be proudâa ya, takinâ this cock like such a good girl.â
He begins to fuck you at a steady rhythm, breathing heavily and cursing softly. You begin to relax with his hand mapping the front of your body, and his stiff cock thrusting into you. He palms your tit again and your head tilts back against him. He kisses your neck, and your body opens for him even more. Your cunt swallows him up with every thrust.Â
âOhh, Joel's a lucky man,â he pants with his dick easily sliding into you, making you whole. âShit, I'm lucky, tooâuggh.â You push back on him as he fills you with his stiff cock.Â
He asks, âLittle harder?âÂ
âMm,â you nod.Â
He slams into you and you moan.Â
âYeah, that's our girl.âÂ
Soon, youâre lost in the pleasure of Tommyâs thick cock pounding you.Â
The front door unlocks and you freeze. Youâre both facing away from the bedroom door. ââSâokay,â Tommy reminds you. He slows his hips, then bottoms out and pauses. âCâmere,â he wraps his arms around you and with his cock still inside, he rolls over on his back, then sets you down on your other side, arms still wrapped around you, his cock only sliding out half way in the process.
As soon as youâre settled, he bottoms out again with a soft moan. Â You and Tommy are both facing the bedroom door now. The covers are down around your waist. The handle moves, then the door opens. The silhouette is Joel with his sleeves rolled up.Â
â---
As Joel approaches the bed, the moonlight hits him and his face is dark.Â
âSheâs so good, Joel,â Tommy pants, with you still full of his cock.
Joel comes to the bed and crouches down. âGod damn.â Joel gently takes your jaw in his hand and tilts his head. He studies your face, then his eyes land on yours affectionately. âCouldn't go one day, could ya?â He smiles with his eyes and relief washes over you. Â
âMâsorry daddy,â you sigh. âAre you mad?â
âNo, baby.â Tommy is fucking you slowly. âI ain't mad.â Joel slowly stands up and palms himself over his jeans as he watches your body move to the slow rhythm of Tommyâs thrusts.Â
âReally?â
âBaby, I keep ya stuffed so fullâa cock. . . can't blame ya for needinâ it.â
âYeah,â you whimper.Â
âThat's what Uncle Tommy's here for,â Tommy whispers.Â
âNow I get to see ya,â Joel says âAll of ya,â Joel gently pulls the covers all the way off. Then Joel tugs up at the hem of your nightgown and kneels down to take it off you.Â
You try to move forward, reaching for Joel, but Joel puts his hand on your bare chest and Tommy pulls you back, bottoming out again with a moan.Â
âWant yours,â you whimper.
âShhh. You're gonna get it.âÂ
You watch Joel take off all his clothes, and as he does it, he watches you moving at a slow rhythm. When Joelâs naked, he spits in his hand. He stands by the bed watching you get fucked by his brother, taking in the view as he squeezes his cock.Â
âDaddy, please,â you whine.Â
Joel sits down on the bed. Tommy scooches back to make more room and brings you back with him, still impaled on his cock. Joel lies down and faces you. He gets right up against you, and the first thing he does is kiss you. His hard cock lays against your clit and mound, throbbing for you. You moan into his mouth as Tommyâs cock drags slowly inside you from behind. Â
Joelâs arm wedges between your back and Tommyâs chest, grabbing hold of you. Joel nudges you upward. Tommy takes the hint and pulls out. You wrap your leg over Joelâs hip. His eyes scan your face, marveling at your feral want. Joelâs hand, still on your back, slides down your ass and hooks under it, between your legs, feeling your sopping wet cunt from the back. âGod damn, baby. This all you or did Uncle Tommy cum already?â
âNot yet,â Tommy answers.Â
Joelâs tip slides through your folds, then he pulls back and notches himself at your entrance. He moves his hand to your hip, and pushes into you with a sigh. You're so wet and aroused, he sinks all the way into you. âFuck,â Joel breathes. âoh, yeahâugghhâswallowed me right up, baby.â He marvels at how relaxed you are. With Joelâs arm out of the way, Tommyâs tummy returns flush against your back, with his hard, wet cock pressing against your ass cheek. He grabs your tit.Â
Joel buries his cock in you. âOh baby, you love this, donât ya?âÂ
You nod. âLove your cock, daddy.âÂ
âYouâre takinâ it so good, baby. Think youâre wet enough forâohh, darlinâ.â He grinds against you, deep inside you. âYou wanna ride this cock, baby?âÂ
You nod. Joel slides out of you and you whimper at the loss as he rolls onto his back. Joel lies face up and holds his cock for you. He whispers, âCâmere baby,â but you're already on your way.Â
You straddle him and sink right down on him with a whimpered, âdaddy,â then bend forward, putting your tits against Joelâs chest. Tommyâs slowly stroking himself and watching.Â
âCâmere,â Joel whispers and reaches for your head. He pulls your face into his for a passionate kiss as you grind into him with his cock buried in you. It only takes a few seconds of grinding into Joel for your walls to spasm.Â
âOh god,â he mutters as you contract around him. âohâoh, God, baby.âÂ
As you finish coming on Joel's cock, your whole body relaxes. Youâre even wetter and more open than you were before. âNow youâreâoh yeah, youâre good,â Joel whispers to himself with his hands on the backs of your thighs. You both breathe for a moment and you begin to slowly move again.
Joel licks his finger then reaches over your ass, his hand approaching your hole from behind. You stop moving as he gently wedges the thick digit into your cunt from the top so his fingernail is against his cock. âYeah,â he whispers, moving the finger around, checking how much you'll stretch. âYeah,â he says as his head turns and he glances at Tommy.Â
Joel cups your cheek and reads your face. âCan I fuck ya with two cocks, baby?âÂ
You spasm with an aftershock. âIt won't fit,â you protest, but the thought of it turns you on. Your hips begin to move again. You're taking his cock and his finger.Â
âCan we find out, baby doll?â Joel asks.
You slowly move on his cock and finger, with your face close to his. Your clit is throbbing. âYou aren't worried to stretch me?â
âYou'll snap right back, baby,â Joel pants as he wedges another finger in with his cock.Â
âI dunno if I can,â you whine. Â
âItâs okay, darlinâ. Let's find out.â
âOkay,â you whisper.Â
Tommy gets up on his knees and gets close to Joel's shoulder, near your head. Â
âGet it nice and wet,â Joel tells you. Â
Without getting off Joel's cock, you turn your head enough to accept Tommy's cock into your mouth. You let saliva pool under your tongue, then swirl it all over his shaft until he's dripping. âalrightâ Tommy whispers, then you deposit the rest of the saliva from under your tongue. âAlright, don't make me cum, sweetheart.âÂ
Tommy straddles Joelâs legs behind you while Joel hugs you close.Â
Tommy nudges your occupied hole. Joel slowly removes his fingers and Tommyâs tip finds its place between the first cock and the back wall of your cunt. Once Tommy's tip is nestled there, Joelâs fingers leave you and both his hands hold your sides.Â
âDeep breath,â Tommy whispers. You draw in a chest full of air, and when you begin to exhale, he begins to push in.Â
It burns for a moment as Tommyâs cockhead breaches your dripping hole, but his smooth, wet cock feels better than the fingers. âFuck,â Tommy mutters as he pushes further.Â
âDaddy,â you whimper. âIt's a lot.â
âI know it is, darlinâ, you're doinâ so good.â
âBreathe with me, sweetheart,â Tommy whispers. You take deep breaths and try to relax. The burn fades as your body catches up. The stretch is only a little uncomfortable around their shafts at the very edge of you. Deeper inside, you feel a fullness you couldn't have imagined. Â
âGood,â Joel says. âdoinâ real good, baby. You wanna keep goinâ?âÂ
You nod. You take deep breaths and bow your head as Tommy sinks in a little more.Â
âGod damn, baby. Packed full of it, ainât ya?âJoel marvels. The look on his face makes you twitch.Â
You lock eyes with Joel, bite your lip, and nod. Joel tilts his hips down toward the bed and you groan into Joelâs chest as Tommy pushes into you as much as he can. The burn is fading, and the sense of fullness overwhelms you in the best way. It's not just physical. You close your eyes and savor it. Joelâs hips begin to move. He slides against your front wall, nudging just the right place, making you whimper.Â
Tommy slides in rhythm, and his breathing is labored. âOhhh,â he moans. âShit-âugggh.â He warns Joel, âI'm pretty close, brother.â
Joel looks like he's making a calculation behind his eyes. Then he reads your face. âYou want double the cum, baby?âÂ
You nod.Â
âThat's my girl,â Joel whispers. âThatâs my perfect lil girl.â His hips wiggle under you.
âOhh-fff-uugghâ Tommy pants and pulls back.Â
Joel moves his hips and slides within your stuffed hole. Tommy stays still while Joel thrusts a few small strokes and you groan. Tommy pushes forward and you sigh. Joel kisses you. You push back and Tommy slides forward. Joel does another slow thrust upward, then Tommy says âfuck,â pushes another inch, then begins to cum. âOh god,â Tommy groans. His dick pulses and pulses in your packed cunt as his warm release coats your walls and Joel's cock.Â
âJesus,â Tommy sighs, then begins to pull out of you. The burn returns as the crown of his tip crests your entrance on its way out. Then you whimper in relief. There's a sense of loss as your body slowly draws itself back in, but it's a major comfort still being wrapped around Joel's cock. Tommy lies down on his back to recover.Â
âYou did so good baby,â Joel brushes your cheek and his hips lift as your body adjusts itself back to his girth. âYa like havinâ two cocks?â Itâs the first time you havenât felt packed full from Joelâs cock alone, and your temples feel weak.Â
You nod hesitantly. âDo I still feel good?â
âOh darlinâ, you feel so good,â he breathes and the tension melts away from your face.Â
âYeah, I liked it,â you whisper. âBut I only need one.âÂ
He cradles your head and it feels like it's just the two of you. âLove you so much,â he whispers, and brings your face to his again, rolling his hips under you. He kisses you deeply and grinds up into you with his cock all the way inside. Your mouth breaks away with a moan, and your hips begin to move, bringing an obscene squelching sound with them.Â
âOh darlinâ,â Joel whispers, and he pulls you back into a kiss. He grunts into your mouth with a sharp thrust upward, and the tension boils over. You begin to clench around him. Joel breaks the kiss with a shudder, then he moans your name as you flutter around his cock. His fingers dig into your hips and he pulls you flush, then pulses with a groan. âOhhhh, fuckâohhh,â he sighs as he releases a massive load, more than doubling the cum inside you. The rhythm of Joelâs cock soothes you as his load combines with Tommy's.Â
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You stay on Joelâs cock for a few minutes, and he strokes your back, praising you quietly. Tommy falls asleep. Eventually you sigh and whine, "I have to go to the bathroom.âÂ
âOk, baby,â Joel whispers and begins to help you off his cock.Â
When you come back, Joel helps you into bed between them. You face Joel and he kisses you good night. You feel thankful for him as you drift off to sleep.Â
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sequel here
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Thank you for reading đ€ I know people want updates on certain Joels but I haven't been having the easiest time and sometimes writing something new is lower-pressure.
Uncle Tommy is a brain worm I've had for a couple months ever since I blurted it out in another series.
I have another recent Joel x reader ft. Tommy with a different set miller bros: leopard print
And a darker Tommy x reader here: birds of prey
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FIC RECS
If you like brotherly sharing, a couple of my personal favorites are I can be your pretty girl parts 4 and 5 (but the whole series) by @walkintotheriveranddisappear, Liquid Gold and its prequel Two Hands to Hold by @gasolinerainbowpuddles,If you like the idea of daddy/uncle, @bonezone44 has Joel, tommy, and Ezra. More brotherly sharing - Smack My Bitch Up, a raider AU by @milla-frenchy. If you wanna suck Tommy's big balls, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin has you covered.
More fic recs (and more to come) on my rec blog @toxicrecs.
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