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foxintheferns · 2 months

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Easy Street || One Shot

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Anon request from my old account: "can you write something about reader being daryls girlfriend and negan takes an interest towards her (like with olivia) and takes her with him maybe she becomes one of negans wife and he kisses her infront of daryl but both of them know they cant do anything shortly after they escape together…"

Summary: Negan taunts Daryl with you in some cruel ways.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: You're forced to be with Negan, so, there's that.., profanity psychological torture, TWD typical physical abuse/violence, but you do get a happy ending :)

Every time he touched you, you cringed. He'd go to plant a kiss on you, you turned away. His hands were inescapable, as were his words.

"You're mine now, sweetheart." He'd say in your ear. Your chest would feel hot and tight, as if at any moment you'd simply explode. But you couldn't fight back, you couldn't swear or cry. No, that would only hurt the other man, the one you truly loved. The one you wanted to be with. The one who was being held in a cell probably descending into insanity with that god awful song playing on repeat. Sometimes at night, when The Sanctuary was quiet enough, you could hear it playing ever so faintly. That was when you'd cry. When you were around no one else and it was safe.

You'd often think back to those sweet, tender moments you had with him.

"Quit lookin' at me like that." He'd say.

"Like what?" You'd giggle.

"That."

The other wives would tell you all the time that it wasn't worth it to think anymore, not about the past. You were his now, and his alone. There was no escape, no hope for return, only him, only Negan. They told you to just enjoy it, that you had it better than anyone else in The Sanctuary, or anyone in the communities they exploited.

That wasn't an option for you, though. You needed that hope, those sparking glimpses of what you had, or everything would just be dark.

"Hey there." Negan grinned from behind you, where you had been leaning your forearms on the counter, head hanging low. Your hair cascaded around you, a messy curtain shielding you from the room around you. "What do ya say we.. Go out?"

You turned your head a little, not turning to face him but enough to acknowledge him.

"Yeah, like, a date!" He chuckled enthusiastically.

"A date." You scoffed.

"Well, that's what husbands and wives do, right?"

"Yeah." You said lowly, voice laced with sorrow and defeat.

It irked him the way he could give you the best life out of anyone you or he knew, aside from his other wives, but somehow you still managed to take it for granted. He had a plan, though, that he was sure would scare you into obedience. He wanted to treat you well, as he did all the wives, but his sympathy only went so far. What he wanted above all else was submission. He could never love you or anyone the way he loved Lucille, and since he could never get her back, he'd simply collect the pretty girls he came across like trophies.

"Well, what the fuck are we waitin' for, my beloved?" He chuckled, sarcasm oozing from his tongue. "Let's get movin'! Got somethin' real special planned for you."

Your heart sank a little. He was a charismatic man, but he only showed this much excitement when he expected to bring misery on someone else.

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"We're on easy street And it feels so sweet"

"Now this, darlin', I think you'll really like." Negan said with that shit eating grin that dug under your skin and made your stomach churn.

"'Cause the world is 'bout a treat When you're on easy street"

He never took his eyes off of you as he gleefully reached for the thick metal door and pulled it open. Darkness leaked out. It felt like the shadows were slithering across the floor and reaching for your feat, ready to wrap around your ankles and tug you in.

"And we're breaking out the good champagne We're sitting pretty on the gravy train"

"Well, go on. After you." He urged you, holding his hand out and stepping to the side like the doorman at a fancy hotel. You swallowed a dry gulp and sucked in a breath of bravery. Had you not been good enough? Was it your turn to be in a cell?

"And when we sing every sweet refrain repeats Right here on easy street"

You stepped slowly, one foot after the other, closing your fists and digging your nails into your palms in hopes the pain would wake you from this nightmare. When you walked in, Negan stepped in behind you. Your eyes didn't adjust well.

"Well, come on tough guy. Don't be shy." He said into the darkness. It took a while but a shadowy mass seemed to rise in the corner. As it drew closer to you and the light trickled in over its face you gasped.

"Daryl." You covered your mouth. Your eyes watered at the sight of him. His skin was caked in sweat and dirt but not enough to cover the bruises and cuts that littered his face and circled around his eyes.

He looked so miserable. Your chest ached more than it had the entire time you had been there.

You went to step forward and embrace him but Negan wrapped an arm over your chest and pulled your back into him.

"Aht-aht-aht... Don't forget. You're mine now." He whispered in your ear, just loud enough for Daryl to hear. Daryl stepped forward but Negan held his bat out against his chest. "I wouldn't do that." He taunted. "Anyways, I didn't bring her all the way over here just to check out your studio suite. Come on, let's all go for a little walk, shall we?"

Negan walked with his hand around your arm, keeping you close to him and distant from Daryl who trailed behind the two of you. He took you out to an empty courtyard where a small table was set with some wine and a meal on each side. Two chairs were pulled out for you and Negan and his men stood against the surrounding walls to intervene if Daryl acted up.

"Have a seat." He told you as he set you in one of the chairs. "You," he looked to Daryl, pointing at him with Lucille. "Stand right there."

Negan took the seat across from you and admired the setup before him.

"My, my. Isn't this nice, darlin'?" He asked you. You were at a loss for words. You just sat across from him uncomfortably. "Don't be rude." He snapped.

You nodded. "It's nice." You croaked. All you wanted to do was cry.

"Good. Now, dig in. Don't let my hard work go to waste." He ordered. You glanced over at Daryl. "Don't look at him."

You pulled in a breath and it came back out shakily. You slowly reached for the silverware and began picking at the food, taking tiny bites. You felt nauseated.

"Now, is this a date, or is this a date?" Negan chuckled, a mouth full of food. Food that was taken from your people, food that they starved to give him.

You didn't respond. You couldn't. His silverware clanked as he dropped it on his plate. A frustrated sigh escaped him -- or rather -- he pushed a sigh out to be sure you'd hear his frustration.

"(Y/N), dear, why don't ya come over here and sit on my lap?" He asked. You froze. Absolutely the fuck not. But, did you have a choice? "Don't keep me waiting. You don't want to keep me waiting."

You'd never met someone who could be so happy yet so menacing.

You stood slowly, reluctantly approaching him at the speed of a snail, savoring every moment where he wasn't touching you.

He pushed his chair back to make room for you and welcomed you onto his lap. You felt your body shrivel up as he ran a hand over your back and brushed your hair with his fingers. With your back turned to him you were able to sneak a glance toward Daryl. Your heart just shattered more. He looked so pained seeing you touched by another man, especially against your will. Maybe he could handle it if you decided to want someone else, maybe he could stomach that. But watching you endure psychological torture was too much to bare.

"Turn this way." Negan coaxed, pulling your thighs to the side to spin you. Now your body faced Daryl, but your face didn't because Negan had a gentle yet firm hold of your jaw and he was turning your face to him.

He leaned in slowly and connected his lips with yours. You went rigid, frozen solid. You couldn't escape his kiss this time. Any resistance would have been a greenlight to his soldiers to hurt Daryl even worse.

Daryl couldn't take anymore though. He'd be beaten to death if it meant he didn't have to see that anymore.

"You bastard." He growled as he went to lunge forward. His reaction was expected, though. Negan's men were on him in the blink of an eye, dragging him away as he tugged and yanked, trying to free himself from their grasp.

Negan scooted you off him and stood up. You couldn't take your eyes off of your man, your best friend, your rock. Daryl.

"That is a tragedy." Negan shook his head, feigning disappointment, as if that wasn't exactly what he expected to happen. "Teach him." Was all he had to say for his men to initiate a brutal attack. Daryl got a few good punches in. He always put up a good fight, part of the reason Negan wanted him to surrender so bad. If he could break such a wild beast, he'd have the best addition to his army he'd ever seen.

"No!" You shrieked. You tried to run for him but Negan grabbed you around the waist. You collapsed to the ground, desperately reaching for Daryl as the surrounding attackers got the better of him. When they had him on the ground they started kicking and didn't stop. You cringed at each painful grunt Daryl uttered as Negan dragged your sobbing frame away from the scene.

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Negan was gone for the day, most likely out terrorizing someone you loved back at Alexandria. Sherry, another one of Negan's stolen wives, walked up and placed a hand on your shoulder. You hadn't eaten in days, barely drank water, rarely spoke. You were torn to pieces, replaying every strike his men struck on Daryl, every sound he made, wondering if he was alive.

Part of you hoped they'd just put him out of his misery. If there really was no hope, at least you could believe he wasn't suffering anymore.

"Hey." She said softly. Of all the wives, you related to her the most. Dwight was her real husband, before Negan took her from him. She knew what you were feeling, at least to some extent.

"Hey." You managed.

"It's time." She told you. You gave her a questioning look. "Come."

You followed her out of the home and through the Sanctuary to the building where they kept their prisoners. She brought you to his door. His door. You were sure she brought you to say goodbye, that he wouldn't be around much longer.

"You can go now. Don't let anyone see." She said quickly before she turned and ran away.

"Wh -- Sherry! Wait!" You called after her.

"Just go! The door's unlocked!" She turned to you one last time before she disappeared. She needed not say more. You did wonder if it was a test, but if it was, it was a test you'd gladly fail for even a glimpse of hope.

You tugged his door open and called his name. "Daryl?"

He stood quickly, looking behind you for Negan or other Saviors.

"Just me. Come on. We have to go now." You urged. You took his hand and pulled him out of the cell, looking around for a way out.

"C'mon." He told you, tugging you in another direction as if he knew where he was going. The sounds of Saviors echoed from somewhere. He tugged you into a room and shut the door behind him, frantically searching around.

"There." You whispered, pointing at a pile of clothes with his vest on top.

He swiftly changed into his old clothes and out of the grimy white sweat suit they had made him wear before. You grabbed a jar of peanut butter and held it out to him. He dug his fingers in and ate the entire contents in just a few bites. When he finished he wiped his hands clean on his old sweats before peaked out of the door. The coast was clear, and it was time. He tugged you along, wasting no time at all. He beat a single Savior to death with a pipe in fear he'd ruin your escape.

As if God was on your side that day, you two stumbled across his bike. There it was, it was either sign this was an elaborate setup or that you were really escaping together. He threw a leg over the seat and you quickly climbed on behind him. He cranked it and revved the engine. You wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly, resting your face against his back as he sped away.

You two rode for an hour before he pulled off to the side of the road. The two of you stepped off the bike.

"What are you doing? We have to go! They'll catch us--"

He cut you off with his hands, gripping either side of your face and slapping his lips into yours. You let go of any anxiety you had felt and just melted into his lips.

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Play With Fire: Part 2

(Paul Lahote x Reader)

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

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ MDNI, smut, brat-taming, p in v, oral m receiving, dom!paul, defiant sub!reader, aftercare, female reader

Be sure to Read Part 1 first!

PART 2:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That really did it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You swallowed hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I say you could do that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?” He murmured against your skin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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