A/N: I haven’t written anything for a few years so please have mercy on me.
Warning: Possessiveness, PG-13 Smut, Jealousy
Description: Y/n is at the bar with Paul and after failing to get him to agree to go home, she flirts with someone else to spark his jealousy.
Word count: ~1800
Paul hadn’t had a night off in months—between work, patrols, and basic human needs, his schedule was almost constantly booked. It was this exact reason that caused y/n to feel so guilty about wanting alone time with him. While it was true that she constantly missed him with him being so busy, it was also true that he missed being a normal human who had spare time and could sit at the bar with a friend. Paul and Jared had been in the pack longer than any other member—barring Sam, of course—but despite this they still rarely had a moment away from the others. The bar was loud, and they’d already been there for almost two hours. For a homebody like y/n, it was a bit much. Feeling anxious about physically stepping into the avid conversation between Paul and Jared, y/n grabbed out her phone and decided to text Paul instead. She felt stupid for it, but there wasn’t much that wouldn’t make her feel anxious.
Feeling anxious, could we head home soon?
She peered down the bar to watch Paul peek at his phone before setting it back down. This was out of character for him, so y/n figured his conversation must have been one he was more invested in than normal. She bounced her leg nervously, sipping on her water. She gave the boys another 10 minutes—which felt like an hour—before sending another text.
Please?
Paul looked at his phone again, then looked over at his imprint waiting impatiently down the bar. He could see her nerves and nodded, responding swiftly.
I’ll finish this drink and we’ll go
y/n read the message and nodded, about to respond with an affirmative when another text came in.
Unless you really need to go now, are you okay?
To anyone else, it may not have read much, but to y/n she knew Paul really would leave without hesitation and without being upset had she pressed further. She shot him a smile and a thumbs up and he nodded, getting the message. While he finished his drink, y/n decided that then would be a good time to use the restroom before they hit the road. She was sober but she’d drank quite a bit of water and, despite how grossed out using public bathrooms made her, it was the safest choice. After commencing her business and washing her hands, y/n returned to the busy bar area where she noticed Paul taking the first sip of a new drink. While this didn’t mean much for him—the wolves burned alcohol off at an impressive rate—it did mean waiting to leave. Paul had probably just forgotten and, not seeing y/n where she’d been before, didn’t think twice before agreeing to one more drink with his good friend but the left y/n feeling particularly perturbed.
As a rationally thinking mature person, y/n settled in to taking action. Her blood was steaming, past anxiety was effectively out the window, and she quickly chose her target. Spotting a man waiting to buy a girl a drink wasn’t difficult in such a testosterone packed bar an y/n had found her perfect match. An innocent enough looking guy sitting well within Paul’s view. He wasn’t too non-threatening that Paul wouldn’t notice but he also wasn’t too unsettling to make y/n nervous to approach him.
“Hi,” y/n leaned on the bar next to him and made the conscious decision—that she knew she would feel embarrassed about at any other moment—to, for lack of a better term, use her assets. She pressed her body against the counter top in a way that shelved her boobs up just a titch higher than normal allowing her rarely seen cleavage to peak out of her casual v-neck. The man clearly noticed as his eyes were set looking lower than her chin.
“Heeeeello, how are you doing tonight?” His greeting was drawn out in a way that gave off the vibe of him having been a douchey business-major frat guy in some former year. He wore a long-sleeved shirt that formed snug to his arms and had a slight stubble. He seemed to be the type of man who may be a regular.
“I’m alright,” y/n bit her lip and twirled her hair idly, she could feel Paul’s attention, his eyes burning holes into her back and she could imagine his muscles tensing. As cruel as she knew it was, y/n knew she wouldn’t have to play this game much longer, “I think I could use a drink though.”
The man jumped on the offer, immediately ordering a shot for y/n without bothering to ask what she might like. Whiskey. It burned y/n’s through but in a way that added to her twisted excitement. The man began talking about something that y/n didn’t care about but she chose a moment to laugh and rest her hand in his bicep. And here it was: the final bate. The man wasted no time in proceeding to rest his hand on y/n’s lower back and immediately a bar stool could be heard scraping on the cheap linoleum floor. She could hear his breath and feel his warmth before he got close enough to say anything. ‘This poor man,’ for a split second y/n felt bad for the schmuck she’d chosen to smother in her game and quickly turned to her boyfriend before he had the chance to raise his fist. It happened quickly.
Paul approached. Y/n turned. The man had fear in his eye that y/n barely caught as she spun and placed her hand flat on the seething shifter’s chest. Paul looked down at her and the danger in his eye was no longer one of malice but rather one of intoxicating jealousy and possession, he dragged a tongue across his lower lip.
“Paul,” y/n said his name low and that was all it took. He wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her from the masculine prop and swiftly walked her to the door. He gave a fleeting wave to his buddy that the two lovers effectively abandoned at the bar.
“What were you doing?” Paul almost hissed between his teeth as they left the bar. It was cruel, and she knew that, but maybe y/n was a glutton for punishment. She was aroused by his reaction.
“I wanted to go.” She looked at Paul innocently as they made it to his car, as his eyes locked with hers she could see him run his tongue across his upper teeth and let out a tsking sound.
“You,” he approached her, pinning her between him and the hood of his car with a hand on either side of her body. He leaned over her slowly, “are going to be the death of me.” He cracked a short smile, one that was smug and cocky and, dare she admit it, sexy. His eyed flickered, leaving hers for only a moment to gaze down at her lips. It was almost shameful how turned on she was at the sight of him.
“Oh?” It was breathy and all she could let out but it caused Paul to, at her dismay, chuckle and separate from her. He went to the driver’s side door and she just watched him, standing there, yearning for his warmth. He opened his door and looked at her.
“Well?” She was confused and it showed, her brain still calibrating what was happening. She’d wanted so badly for him to do as he pleased with her that it was taking her a moment to catch up, “do you want to go home or not?” She bit her lip and shook her head, laughing as she went to her door and climbed in. One door closed and then the other, Paul started the engine but didn’t go.
“Well?” Y/n allowed another moment of confusion at her suddenly seemingly indecisive boyfriend. He sat there, looking at his keys, he hadn’t taken his hand away since he turned them.
“Fuck it.” He swiftly twisted his wrist, shutting the car back off before turning to y/n and grabbing the nape of her neck, passionately pressing his lips against hers. She reacted automatically. Kissing Paul was like riding a bike, except not at all because there were no pedals and there were no wheels and instead of sitting on a bicycle there’s a longing to have a hot, and ideally horny, wolf of a man between your legs. Y/n reached to unbuckle, forgetting that she hadn’t even gotten that far into the car ride and they both let out a gasp of a laugh, their teeth bumping. Paul took initiative and pulled y/n from her seat, setting her on him instead, a leg on either side of him. They were ravenous, starving for each other. Paul slapped her ass and she jumped, moaning into the kiss and then he pulled away. Y/n went to lean back in but a warm finger was placed over her lips instead.
“We don’t want to give Mr. Lonely a free show tonight, do we?” He was clearly as aroused as she was if the tent beneath her was any indication, but you wouldn’t be able to tell in any other way. He was cool, collected, and composed. He gently set y/n back into her seat and turned on the engine once more as y/n tried to catch her breath. “One more thing.” He grabbed her chin gently so she looked at him and his eyes were serious.
“Yes?” She was hoping he would change his mind again—her head was spinning this much, what’s a little more—and turn off he engine, but he seemed ready to head home.
“I love you. So fucking much.” It was almost wolfish the way he said it and he proceeded to kiss her one last brief time before putting the car in gear to drive home, “You,” He looked at her again, “are mine, doll face.”
Paul placed his hands directly on Ruth’s ass as she straddled him in the driver seat of his truck. Her hands cupped his face as they hungrily kissed. Paul moved from her lips to her neck, kissing sloppy kisses along her jaw and giving his all to leave a defined mark of ownership on her thin neck. Ruth groaned, rolling her hips against his. She could feel his pants poking into a hardened tent below her and she made sure to align her body so she could rub her clit directly over it. It was raining outside and all that could be heard was the shattering of rain drops against the truck and the moans of the two high schoolers inside. They were supposed to be at Sam’s house 30 minutes ago but chose to pull over on the way there. I had only been a week since the two of them had explicitly decided they were, in fact, boyfriend and girlfriend. Now that there was no chance of unreciprocated feelings between the two, their sex-drive had increased 10-fold. Paul’s phone began to ring.
“Don’t answer it.” Ruth’s voice was breathy and she didn’t have to tell Paul twice. He wriggled his phone out of his pocket and quickly declined the call, not bothering to see who it was from before tossing his cell on the passenger seat. Not 30 seconds later the phone rang again and both Paul and Ruth groaned, separating so Paul could answer.
“Hello? … Yep … Yes, we’re on our way … We got caught up in the rain,” Ruth smirked at this, “See you soon.” Paul hung up and looked up at his imprint, a desperate and defeated look on his face. She knew what that meant and huffed, neither of them wanting to pause their current activity but knowing they had to. She plopped down on the passenger seat beside him and straightened herself out so it would hopefully look at least a little bit like they hadn’t been minutes away from penetration upon arrival. Paul started the truck, a hand firm on Ruth’s thigh as she pulled down the mirror in front of her only to gasp.
“What’s wrong?” Paul looked at her concerned, it seemed as though he’d never break the habit of feeling constantly concerned for her needs. Ruth slapped his shoulder and his confusion and concern only grew.
“You asshole!” He looked over only to notice the quickly forming hickey on her neck and he laughed loudly. “It’s not funny, Paul! They already think I’m looser than a politician!” She groaned, “God, they probably think I’m some sort of slut.” Paul stopped laughing.
“They don’t think that.”
“How could they not? Not that I’m complaining, but I cannot remember the last time I went even a full day without us doing something that Catholics would send us to hell for.” He laughed again and she groaned. Pulling up to Sam’s house, Ruth had absolutely no desire to go in.
“Ruth, we have to go in. We’re already late. Nobody will even notice.”
“What if you go in and I’ll wait out here? They’ll barely notice I’m gone.” Her embarrassment was more noticeable than the now dark hickey on her neck. Ruth’s head snapped over to look in the direction of the loudly opening front door to see Embry running out to meet them.
“Hey guys! What took you so-” He noticed Ruth’s neck and bit back a laugh, Paul gave him a meaningful look, “It must have been the rain. Thank god it let up, right?” Paul turned to the girl and gave her a look that clearly said something along the lines of ‘I told you so’ but Ruth knew both boys were full of shit. Giving up, she let out a loud sigh and got out of the truck, closing the door behind her and following the two boys inside.
Walking in, there was some sort of x-box game being played loudly in the living room so Ruth, wanting to avoid a repeat of the prior conversation, joined Emily in the kitchen. This wasn’t the first time Ruth had shown up with signs of sexual activity still showing so Emily knew right away and simply shook her head.
“I remember when Sam and I first started. I have some coverup in the bathroom if you’d like.” Ruth mouthed a thanks to the kind woman, finding her way to the bathroom before returning. She entered to room full of teenage boys and sat square on Paul’s lap. If nothing else, she wanted to embarrass him like he had her. She repositioned a few time, subtle to anyone who may have looked over but Paul knew what she was doing immediately. He placed a hand firmly on her hip in attempts to discourage her but to no avail.
Jared picked up on what was happening and rolled his eyes, “Good god, do you guys ever stop? How are you this horny?” Ruth bit her tongue and laughed, turning her head to face Paul.
“How is that, Paul?” Paul groaned and pulled her back flush against him, holding her captive and throwing a pillow at Jared.
As we know, the Quiluete tribe has been, arguably, the largest victim of the Twilight Franchise.
Would it be better to refer to the wolf pack members as something other than Meyer’s seemingly researchless choice of Quiluete? Replacing the word with a simple X or something of the sort? Not in a form of erasure but rather in a way to attempt to detach their nonconsensual relationship with the franchise.
Would continuing to boost fundraisers for moving to higher ground and awareness that this is a real culture and a real group of people while also separating them from a franchise that’s caused a lot of assumptions and invasive ness be better? Is this a dumb thought to have? Please discuss bc I’ve truly been debating and thinking about this for a hot minute.
