Hiiii babes <3 ur page is so cute!
I was wondering if I could request a Mocha Macchiato with a shot of Espresso, a Hot Dog, and a Caprese skewers served by Paul Aron?
(If it’s okay, can the reader also be a driver? Possibly his teammate?? 👀)
Sure Darling ♥️
Paul Aron|
Too small to Handle
Pairing Paul × fem reader
Warning smut, arguments, Rough
Mocha enemies to lover Macchiato playboy in love with a shot of Espresso rough sex Hot Dog size kink Caprese skewers breeding kink
"I can't help but love you, even though I try not to."
Paul Aron was the kind of man who turned heads before he even entered the room. Tall, cocky, devastatingly handsome, and with a reputation that made mothers hide their daughters. A certified playboy. He lived for the thrill, the games, the teasing—and unfortunately for Y/n, she’d somehow become his favorite target.
"Watch your step, Tiny," Paul smirked as he passed her in the hallway at the team house, his voice lazy and loud. "Wouldn’t want you to get lost in the carpet fibers again."
Y/n rolled her eyes. “Grow up.”
He turned, walking backward with that infuriating grin. “Bit hard when I’m already this grown.”
She shot him a withering glare that only made him laugh harder.
Paul called her “small” like it was her name. “Small hands, small feet, small voice,” he’d say mockingly. “It’s like talking to a bite-sized fury.”
She hated him. She hated how he’d wink after every insult, how his smug eyes always seemed to sparkle when he got under her skin. She hated that she noticed how good he looked in black, how his voice dipped when no one else was around. Most of all, she hated that he lived in her head after every fight.
It was after a long, loud night—the kind where alcohol ran too freely and egos flared hotter than usual. The team’s afterparty had ended in chaos, and Y/n had had enough of Paul’s constant digs.
“Why do you always do this?” she snapped at him in the hallway, cornered between the kitchen and his room. “Is it just fun for you? To make me feel small?”
Paul looked down at her, and for the first time, the cocky smirk faltered.
“You are small,” he said, but this time his voice was quieter. Different.
She shoved him. “God, you’re such an ass—”
Paul caught her wrist. Not rough. Not teasing. Just… steady.
“You don’t get it, do you?” he muttered, jaw tight. “You’re all I think about.”
She froze.
“You drive me insane, Y/n,” he said, stepping closer. “You make me act like a damn schoolboy. And yeah, maybe I call you small, but that’s because I notice everything about you. How your laugh comes in short bursts when you’re actually having fun. How you fidget with your rings when you’re nervous. How you take up a room without even realizing it. You make me feel... fucking huge, because you’re the only one who ever challenges me.”
Y/n stared at him, her breath catching in her throat.
“So yeah, maybe I make fun of you,” he continued, voice hoarse, “because if I didn’t, I’d probably just kiss you. And I don’t think I’d stop.”
She blinked.
And then she did what neither of them expected—she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss that burned with months of tension.
They didn’t make it far. Just a few steps back into his room, where everything finally cracked open. Their fight dissolved into breathless touches, hands and mouths finally doing what words never could.
Paul slammed the door behind them, his eyes locked onto Y/n's.
Y/n's pulse raced, adrenaline spiking as she backed away. The room was dimly lit, casting stark shadows that danced across the walls. Paul advanced, his massive frame filling the space, his cock already rock hard, stretching the fabric of his pants. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now.
Her breath hitched as he reached out, grabbing her by the throat, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make his presence known. "You're mine tonight," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Every inch of you is going to feel me."
He shove her roughly against the wall, his free hand hitching up her skirt. He cupped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He growled, low and deep, as he felt her heat through her thin panties. "Fuck, you're wet," he muttered, his voice thick with lust.
He tore at her panties, the fabric ripping with a sharp sound. She gasped, her body arching as he plunged two fingers into her slick heat. He pumped them in and out, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan and buck against his hand. "That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Get nice and wet for me. I want you to take every inch of my cock."
He withdrew his fingers, his hand leaving a wet trail down her thigh as he stepped back. His eyes never left hers as he unbuttoned his pants, his cock springing free, thick and heavy with need. She licked her lips, her eyes wide as she took in his size. He smiled, a slow, predatory grin. "You can take it," he said, his voice a low promise. "And you will."
He grabbed her hips, spinning her around and bending her over the bed. He kicked her legs apart, his hands roaming over her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh. She whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cockhead brushing against her wet folds. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices.
She pushed back against him, a desperate plea in her eyes. He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Eager, aren't you?" He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel her body tensing, ready for him. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips at her ear. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Y/n," he whispered. "I'm going to fill you up, stretch you wide, and breed you."
He reared back, his hips slamming forward, his cock driving deep into her wet heat. She screamed, her body convulsing as he filled her completely, his hips pressing against her ass. He groaned, a low, guttural sound, as he pulled back, his cock slick and glistening with her juices. He slammed into her again, his hips moving in a brutal, punishing rhythm. She met each thrust, her body pushing back against his, taking every inch of his massive cock.
She felt his every thrust to her core, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets, the fabric tearing under her nails. Paul's hips pounded against her, his cock driving deep, relentless. The room filled with the wet sounds of their fucking, the slaps of flesh against flesh, and their ragged breaths.
"You feel that, my love?" he growled, his voice harsh with lust. "You feel my cock stretching you wide? Filling you up?"
She could only moan in response, her body pushed into the mattress. Her hips swayed in rhythm with his thrusts, willing him deeper.
His hand sliding down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. She shivered under his touch, her body arching towards him. He gripped her hips again, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He leaned over her, his sweat dripping down his face. His mouth found her ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it. "I want you to feel every inch of me," he panted. His free hand slid around her front. He cupped her breast, pinching her nipple through her shirt. She whimpered, her body shuddering as pleasure shot through her.
His lips moved to her neck, teeth grazing her skin. He sucked hard, marking her, claiming her. She gasped, her body tensing as she felt his cock swell inside her. He was close, she could feel it. He reared back, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving deep. He roared, his body convulsing as he came, his hot seed spilling into her, filling her up. She cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body milking his cock, drawing out every last drop. He collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat, his cock still pulsing inside her. She could feel his heartbeat, slow and steady, matching hers.
His breath ragged, Paul remained buried deep inside her, his cock still hard, still throbbing. He pulled back slightly, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate circle, ensuring every inch of his thick shaft dragged against her walls. He groaned, feeling her pulse around him, her body clenching tightly, desperate to keep him inside.
"You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Even with my cum filling you up, you're still squeezing my cock like a vice." He slid out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices, then drove back in, hard and deep. She gasped, her body jolting with the force of his thrust.
He repeated the motion, each withdrawal slow and torturous, each entry brutal and swift. His hips slammed against her ass, his balls slapping against her clit, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room. He reached down, his hand wrapping around her throat again, his fingers pressing gently against her pulse. He could feel her heartbeat, rapid and wild, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
"You love this, don't you?" he panted, his voice harsh with lust. "You love taking my big cock, feeling it stretch you wide, fill you up, right?"
She moaned in response, her body pushing back against his, taking his cock deeper. He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "That's right," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're mine. Every inch of you is mine." He slid his hand down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. He cupped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, spreading her cheeks wide. He growled, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving deep, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips at her ear. "I want you to feel every inch of me," he panted. "I want you to feel my cock stretch you wide, fill you up, breed you. I want you to take every drop of my cum, feel it drip out of you, coat your thighs. I want you to be marked, claimed, owned."
He reared back, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving deep. He groaned, his body tense, his muscles straining. He was close again, she could feel it. His cock swelled inside her, his hips moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm. He roared, his body convulsing as he came, his hot seed spilling into her, filling her up. She cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body milking his cock, drawing out every last drop. Her legs gave out, her body collapsing onto the bed, his cock still pulsing inside her.
She lay sprawled beneath him, her body spent and slick with sweat. Paul's cock still throbbed inside her, pulsing with the echo of his release. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. She kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his, their breaths mingling, ragged and desperate.
His lips trailed down to her neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of marks. She whimpered, her body arching into him, seeking more. He growled, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he started to move again. His cock, still hard, slid out slowly before driving back in, deep and brutal. She gasped, her nails raking down his back.
He kissed her again, his lips sloppy and rough, his breath hot against her face. His hips pounded against her, his cock filling her completely. She met his kisses with equal ferocity, her tongue battling his, her teeth nipping at his lips. He groaned, his body shuddering as he felt another orgasm building. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in harsh, demanding circles. She cried out, her body tensing as pleasure surged through her.
"You're going to come with me," he growled, his voice harsh and commanding. "You're going to milk my cock, take every drop of my cum." She nodded, her body already responding to his words, her hips moving in sync with his. He kissed her again, his lips bruising, his tongue claiming. His fingers worked her clit, his hips slammed into hers, his cock driving deep.
She came with a cry, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock. He roared, his body tensing as he came, his hot seed spilling into her, filling her up. He kissed her, his lips rough and sloppy, his breath ragged. He collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat, his cock still pulsing inside her. She kissed him back, her lips soft and yielding, her body relaxed and sated. His lips moved to her neck. He kissed her, nuzzling her, sucking her skin. His hips moved slowly, dragging his softening cock in and out of her. She moaned softly, her body arching into his, her lips seeking his. She kissed him roughly. Their lips and tongues moved desperately.