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georgiapeach30513 · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023, Day 3

Take A Look

Summary: You didn’t know why your ex had came by the library after closing. Couldn’t explain why he just wanted to have some coffee with you and talk. That is until you started to tell him everything that you had been feeling. And just how your birthmark just couldn’t be explained away. He was it. He was everything. He was your soulmate

Pairings: Paul Diskant X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, soulmates, breakup, unprotected sex, PIV sex, sex in public, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

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I need to talk to you.

How ominous was that? And of all people a guy that you went on a few dates with. Was intimate with one time. And then he ghosted you. Pulled back immediately. Obviously it wasn’t that great. It only felt that great.

Months had passed, and you moved on. You had to. What were you supposed to do; sit and wait for him to realize that it was the best sex you had ever had? Some people still believed in that old wives tale of soulmates marks. Maybe he was one of them.

I need to talk to you.

You rummage through your cart, replacing books back on the shelves while you ponder what he could possibly need to talk about? You are glad you have to work because there was nothing more to talk about. You have already decided that should he want another try, you weren’t going to give into him. Why should you? He ghosted you.

I need to talk to you.

What does that even mean? You ask yourself, as you climb up a ladder. You hated putting the books up too high. Always afraid you were going to fall. And you weren’t even bothered this time. You are too much in your own head. Because of him. This was completely ridiculous. One text message this morning had set you off kilter for the rest of the day.

“I need to talk to you.”

You say out loud with a mocking tone. You had agreed to see him if he would bring you your coffee order, and he obliged. Didn’t even ask for your order. It was going to be all wrong because how could it be right. It was months ago, and you figured that he lost your number. So you thought.

I need to talk to you.

It was annoying. You sit down in one of the reading chairs. Puffing out an exasperated breath. Who did he think he was? Got you all kinds of bumfuzzled. You couldn’t even think about anything but those six words. Sixteen letters. So small and they could mean so much. So what did this mean?

I need to talk to you.

Paul looks up at the stairs. Just a few steps, but it looked like a mile to get into the library. This couldn’t wait though. He had put it off long enough. He didn’t mean to ghost you, it’s just what he saw had taken him by surprise. He wasn’t prepared for it. How could he have been? Most people didn’t even believe in a soulmate mark. He was one of them.

Taking in a long bit of breath, he lets his lungs fill fully before exhaling just as slow. Gathering up the nerve to take the steps one at a time. The library was closed, but your car was still here. You wouldn’t leave. You clearly were curious as to what Paul had to say, or you wouldn’t have answered. Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

He knew you could feel the pull to him, just as much as he could, too. It had killed him to stay away from you. But he had to try. He never believed in those marks, but how could he deny something that was right in his face? He saw your mark, a perfect match to his. And he felt every bit of pain of you not being by his side.

He ached not hearing your voice. His temperature rose. Paul was always in a state of discomfort and misery. All because he wasn’t with you. And the thought that you would even feel half of what he was feeling burned inside of him. All he thought about was holding you, comforting you in case you felt as bad as him.

Stepping through the library door, you look up to see the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen, and it hurts to not touch him. It’s nonsensical to think like that because you didn’t know Paul well, but still you feel like you’ve known him your whole life.

“Lock the door,” you tell him, returning to look back at your computer, but it’s just a blurry screen. You just wanted to look at him. He was so close that you could hear him. And the coffee smelled immaculate. “I just don’t want any stragglers while we talk.”

Finishing up work is pointless when you can’t see anything. Your body is begging for you to look at him. You tell yourself you’re not dealing with this again. He slides over the coffee cup, and you look at it for far too long before taking a drink. Asshole. It was the perfect coffee. “It’s good. Thanks.”

“What cha doing?” Paul asks, leaning down, placing his forearms on the desk.

“I don’t even know anymore,” moving the mouse around, you turn off the computer. Knowing that you can just finish in the morning. Turning to look at him, you regret it. “What do you want?”

“I’ve been thinking about you everyday.”

You snort, moving to stand up. This was a long lost cause. “I have,” Paul tells you with so much certainty you almost believe him. “Starlight.”

“No!” You shout, spinning around to look at him, “You don’t get to call me that anymore. You — I thought we were good, and then you just, poof. I have spent all this time trying to get over you, and I just can’t. And here you are, and…”

“It’s because,” your chest heaves in anger as you glare at him. Your body craves him more than you could have ever realized. “We’re soulmates.”

“Get out.”

“We are.”

“Get out,” lifting up your hand you point towards the door, “Get out!”

“That birthmark that’s right on your…”

“My pussy mark? The star? What of it?” You cross your arms over your chest. Anything to stop you from reaching out to him, and slamming your lips on his.

“A pussy mark? That’s cute,” you roll your eyes, but he can’t stop smiling. It should be slightly vulgar, but it was adorable. A cute pussy mark, “Anyways, did you not notice?”

“Notice what?” That this man was fucking ridiculous.

“Mine,” no you didn't see anything on him. You just saw him. “It’s on my dick.”

“When would I have noticed it? When you were thrusting in and out of me? Or when you were slapping my clit with the tip?” A moan rises off you, and you stop talking. It is humiliating that your body is reacting to him just being there.

A flood of slick pools deep within your core. Your mind wanders off to the many ways that Paul could destroy you. It pisses you off. Pay attention.

“Okay, that’s fair. But it’s there. Wanna see?” Sighing, you shake your head no. “That wasn’t an attempt to get you to look at my dick. But it is there. Matches perfectly. We’re destined. Did you ever notice how things just happened so naturally? Everything always felt right immediately. Because we’re…you’ve heard of soulmate marks.”

“Of course I have. I work in a library. Do you know how many filthy books are written about your soulmate, bearing the same mark as you, and your body can’t even…” people wrote what they knew. They couldn’t be describing something real though, not with this.

“Did you feel like you had a cold? You were always sleepy, and couldn’t sleep? You fought to not call me? You couldn’t even focus on anything else? You had vivid dreams of me? Ached not seeing me?” How could he know this? “If you say yes, I’d hate myself for making you feel that way. It’d be my fault.”

“Then you better hate yourself.”

His eyes never leave your face. Paul’s mouth opens and closes, while you want to hurl everything at him. All your pain that you felt, “I hurt, and I was confused. We had something so good, and pure, and…I hate…”

“Don’t. Please, don’t say what I think you’re going to say. I’m sorry, and I was working through my feelings, and things just hit me so hard, and I fought it, and…”

“I hate that I don’t hate you,” you interrupt him. He blinks away tears, and you can’t look at him. Walking out from behind the desk, you flee. Stopping in the middle of book shelves. “I hate that I — cared so much. I hate that you took all this time away from us only to tell me that we’re soulmates. And…I hate that I love you.”

Spinning on your heels, you see he’s right there. He kept up. Stayed right with you. The pinging in your gut had finally stopped. All you could see was him. “I love you,” his voice is smooth on your skin. Warming you up from the inside out. Bubbling through you. “I love you. I know it’s too soon, but I do.”

It takes only a few steps for him to get to you, and his arms pull you close on his chest. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he grins. His thumbs draw shapes on your back while he smirks at you. “But I am planning on kissing you.”

“And I’m planning on fucking you.”

“Here?” Biting at your lip, you nod your head. Reaching to the hemline of your shirt, you pull it off. Pulling on his belt loop.

“Something quick, right? What if someone comes in?”

“We’re closed. No one is coming here. But it can be quick, and then you spend the rest of the night making up for lost time,” he lets out an animalistic moan when you cup his bulge. Smoothing your hand over him, “Fuck me.”

His hands move rapidly, pulling and tugging each article of clothing until the two of you are falling onto the floor in a mess of arms and legs. Not knowing where one started, and the other began. “Wait,” you breathlessly beg, as he starts to push through your entrance.

“What do you mean wait?”

“I wanna see it. I don’t believe you,” you sit up from the floor, and get to your knees. Keeping your eyes on him before they drift down his lean body. Hard lines of muscle and sinew, and then you look at his aching shaft. “Is your hand not as good as me?”

“Nothing is better than you.”

“Show me,” you taunt, and he removes his hand off his cock. Letting it stand at attention when you lean forward. Beads of his precum seep out of his slit, and ther is that pretty little crude star. A perfect match to yours. A bit lumpy and not a perfect star, but it was yours. Puckering your lips, you kiss on that mark, just below his mushroom head. He sighs, watching you look up at him through your lashes. Tracing the mark with your tongue. He was yours.

“I’ll bite this off if you ever do something os stupid again.”

“I’ll let you bite it off. Now,” he lifts you up before laying you back on the floor, and your legs spread wide. Ready to take him in all his glory. “I want to make up for the lost time, okay?” Giving him a nod, he situates himself. Perfectly lined up with your weeping cunt. Crying for him. It was never the same. Nothing could ever compare to him.

“Oh my god!” You scream out when his hips thrust him forward. Sliding balls deep, and star shaped marks blur your vision. He pulls out of you slowly. Grabbing at the base of his cock, and coos down at you.

“You sure are pretty when you make those pitiful sounds in need of,” whimpering up at him, he barrels himself back into you. Filling you up completely, and bringing tears to your eyes. “In need of me.”

“Don’t tease me. Paul!” Two pounding thrusts into you, and you grip at his back. Perfectly rolling inside of you. Joining each other just like you were always supposed to be. In and out, over and over again, and it’s the most beautiful and eye opening thing you have ever felt. Memories that have happened, and will yet to happen passes through your mind, but the only thing you’re truly focused on is Paul.

His little grunts of pleasure. The way he fit perfectly in you, but still gave that slight stretch, and fulfillment. The way his face is so relaxed, but he bites his lip. The beads of sweat that gather around his hairline. Right down to his flexing muscles with every drive into you. It was glorious the way he balanced his weight on his forearms, using his fingers to pet around your face. It was wrong, and oh so right. It was too new, and wasn’t old enough. It was yours, and he was yours.

Your fingers cling to his back, feeling the ripple of his body as he buries himself into your wet heat. This was what life was about being with him. Always with him. Stupid man thinking he could run from a soulmate. You two were bound together in your souls. Every part of you and him connected, and fused together to make the two of you, one.

He changes his angle, and you grip tighter. Letting him hear the sounds you have held inside all this time. Screeching out his name as pleasure overtakes your body. Your walls clench down around him. Judging by the pitch up in his moans, he was close. Already changing his stance a bit, “Don’t pull out.”

“Fucking hell,” he grits down as the best feeling you have ever felt fills up your belly. He kisses over your forehead, panting out your name, “You can’t say shit like that while I’m about to come.”

“Why?”

“I wasn’t able to pull out.”

“I didn’t want you to,” he stares down at you for a moment, and sighs. “We won’t get in the habit, but this…we needed it. You ran away from what we were. ANd I just wanted to feel all that you.

“Yeah, yeah. Now I want you to wear me inside of you, while I take us to eat, okay?” He pulls himself out slowly, and you already hate the feeling. Whining as he leaves you.

“Just don’t run away again.”

“I could never.”

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Street Kings leaving Tubi soon

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Day 9: Paul Diskant - Street Kings

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Rock ‘n’ Roll People, In A Disco World

Part 17: Disco Dancing With The Lights Down Low

1: No, You Can’t Take Your Goldfish

Summary: You and Paul take an ‘adults’ only trip to Mexico. Sun, sea…and all the other things beginning with S…

Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCS that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine and are my jam, baby!

W/C: 4.6k

A/N: Okay, look… this is just one huge big smut fest and I’m not even sorry. Part 3 will be the Paul Diskant entrance for mine and @spectre-posts Kinktober. As always, thanks to her for being a wonderful beta.

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Part 16

“For the last time, no, you can’t take your goldfish!” Paul groaned as Jack stared up at him, his face mutinous, little arms folded over his chest. “He’ll be fine; he has his vacation feeder, just like CJ’s.”

Jack pouted and opened his mouth but Disco was quick to shut him down. “No, end of discussion. Now come on! We got ten minutes before we need to drop you off.”

With a final groan, the near three year old moved towards the little tank and peered into it. His precious goldfish, which CJ had won for him at the fair, was swimming amongst the upturned, chaotic assemble of ornaments. “Be backs soon, Batman.” He sighed. “Don’ts died.”

“He won’t die.” Paul rolled his eyes, his hand falling to the back of Jack’s head, herding him out of the room.

They made their way downstairs, where CJ was sat in the lounge, Woody sprawled on the sofa next to him.

“How comes Woody goes, nots Batman?” Jack challenged immediately.

“Because he’s a dog and can’t live here alone, the fish can. Now, enough. Sit down so I can put your sneakers on.” Paul arched his brow as he looked at his youngest.

Jack did as he was told, looking up as you walked into the room, checking your purse.

“Passports, tickets…” you closed it with a deep breath, “okay…we’re good.”

You glanced at CJ who was watching Paul with Jack before his eyes turned back to the TV. He seemed a little quiet, and it was setting you on edge.

Since CJ had been born, your vacations in tropical locations, with a cocktail in your hand and a sun lounger or the sand beneath you had been swapped for family camping trips or visits to places which were packed with activities you could do with the boys. Even your day trips were centred around them, planned with near military precision. And, whilst you and Paul loved every second of it, Paul had decided that for one week this summer, you were taking an adults only trip to Mexico to be Paul and Y/N. As such, the boys were being watched by Paul’s parents for the week and yours for the weekend.

You were looking forward to it, of course you were, but you were nervous. You’d left the boys before for the odd date night, and a couple of overnight stays at the hotel you’d gotten married in, but this was the first time you’d stayed away for more than one at a time. And the fact that your two sons at times could fight like cat and dog worried you. A lot.

CJ had grown better at tolerating Jack, and you knew he loved his little brother. At times, the pair of them were inseparable. However, at others, when Jack misbehaved or persistently irritated CJ for one reason or another, all hell would break loose. This would result in tears, tantrums and time outs, normally for both of them, which CJ found highly unfair. You took great pains to explain to him that his behaviour when he pushed or hit Jack, or yelled horrible things at him was equally as unacceptable as the actions that has caused his reaction and he was starting to understand. But still, you knew he found it hard and in all honesty, sometimes you couldn’t really blame him.

Jack, however, was a lot less sensitive to any form of punishment than CJ was, or ever had been for that matter. You and Paul had both caught your youngest once in a time out, stripped down to his waist, doing some odd hip thrusting dance to music only he could hear. Both of you had tried so hard not to let him see you laughing, hastily closing the door behind you. However, later that evening, when you’d had time to think about it, it made the pair of you groan and ponder what exactly you had to do to make Jake realise his behaviour at times was not to be tolerated. And you were loathe to admit it, but you had to agree that the nickname Paul had given him, Kevin (after the well-known hell raiser from Home Alone) was well earned.

Both Dot and Jim found all of this highly amusing. Whilst you saw Paul in CJ, both looks and his sensitive yet often stubborn demeanour, they saw nothing but Paul in Jack. Apparently, your husband had also been a little shit, regularly wreaking havoc upon his parents and elder brother until eventually calming down around the age of eight. Which gave you hope, until you realised if that was true for your youngest, you had another five and a bit years of this to put up with.

You took to standing in front of your eldest and squatted down to his eye level. When your hands rested upon his knees, his daddy's eyes looked back at yours. "Hey, you wanna tell me why you look so disappointed?"

CJ looked at you, then he shrugged. “I’m just…I don’t wanna share a room with Jack.” He took care to lower his voice a little, his hands tangled in Woody’s fur. “I likes my own room.”

“Well, Grumpy and Nanny have two spare rooms.” You reasoned, “you can just ask to sleep in the other one. I’m sure they won’t mind. It doesn’t have a TV though.”

"That’s okay, I can take my book, or colors."

“Then there’s no problem then.” You smiled back at him.

“You and daddy wonts be mad?”

"No, baby, of course not." You sighed. "But remember, please don't get upset with Jack if he wants to nuggle. He's still having bad dreams sometimes, okay?"

CJ took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Ceej?” Paul spoke and Connor turned to look at his dad. “You wanna grab your shoes, buddy? Then check you got everything you need?”

"I gotta go to my room. I forgot my colors and books." He scooted off his seat and scurried upstairs.

You winked at Paul as you stood.

“Right, cases are in the car, kids rucksacks are here…” Paul looked around, his hand running over his once again freshly shorn buzz cut. “Just gotta load them and Woody and we’re set, Sugar. Couple of hours and we’ll be on the plane.”

You sighed with contentment. "I'm ready, I wasn't as far as late last night, worrying about the boys and them getting along while we're gone, but, I'm so ready, Stud."

“They’ll be fine. As dad always likes to point out, they never put a foot wrong when they’re there.” Paul smiled, his hands falling to your hips.

You gently smiled, "I know." Your hands went to rest on his biceps. "Did you pack everything you need?"

“I did.” He grinned. “Two pairs of Speedo’s, sliders and a toothbrush. Oh. And the cuffs…” he winked as he leaned down to kiss you.

You kissed him gently. "Speedos? You own a pair? Two pairs?"

"And the cuffs." He purred into your neck.

Jack made a retching noise at your display of affection, something you knew he’d learnt from Barnes and Steve. Disco snapped his fingers and Jack rolled his eyes. About that same time, CJ brought his things down, his hands full.

"I'll help you," you slipped away from your husband and moved to take a couple of things out of Connor’s arms. Disco turned to Jack who hopped off the sofa grinning.

“Grumpy’s?”

“Yup, let's go, Kevin." Paul snorted as he went to direct the three year old towards the garage door from the entry. He whistled and Woody trotted right behind him.

Your departure and the drive to Dot and Jim’s went smoothly and to time. Once the boys stuff was unloaded, you had half an hour or so to make sure they were settled in before it was time for you to head to the airport. The time went too quickly, and soon you were saying goodbye with a little wobble in your voice.

"Be good, please," you picked up Jack and hugged him close.

“I good boy. Pwomise.”

"Okay, baby," you kissed his cheek and let him down, not sure you totally believed him.

He ran over to Paul who was holding CJ in a huge hug. He set his eldest down, who made his way to you as Paul scooped Jack up.

"I love you, Mommy," CJ hugged you tightly.

“I love you too, Ceej. Look after Jack, okay? My big boy.” You kissed your five-year-old son’s temple.

"Okay. I promise."

“Thank you. And remember, if he’s being naughty or upsetting you, you ask him firmly but nicely to stop. If he doesn’t…”

“Tell Grumpy or Nanny, don’t react.”

"Good, bub," you kissed his cheek. "I love you, baby.'

He smiled and hugged you again before you set him down, and turned to make a fuss of Woody.

"You ready, Sugar?" Paul stood beside you.

“Yeah…” you stood up after giving your faithful dog a final scratch and nodded. “Let’s go.”

"Have fun, relax," Dot grinned.

“I’ll try.” You laughed. “Please call us if there’s any problems. My dad will be here Friday midday to collect them.”

“And don’t take any of their crap.” Paul instructed.

"They're at Camp Grumpy, there won't be any crap!" Big Jim smirked.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the look your boys exchanged.

"We gotta go, baby," Paul encouraged.

“Okay, okay…” you nodded, casting one last look at your sons. “See you in a week, be good.”

"Bye-bye, Mommy," Jack called out with a wave.

You waved back as Paul ushered you out of the house and into the car.

“They’ll be fine.” He gently took your hand and pressed his lips to the inside of your wrist.

"I know." You nodded.

With a smile, he reversed the car from the drive and set off back up the road.

In less than twenty minutes, you were dropping your car off at the long-term parking lot and hitching your shuttle to the terminal.

Thanks to the express check in that Paul had paid for, your bags were taken and you were through and settling at the bar almost an hour to the minute you’d left his parents.

Paul insisted on first class and all-inclusive from the moment you'd begun planning this trip. It was special to him, to spoil you and show you how much of a queen you were to him. The sap promised he'd handle everything and you were hesitant at first, given how his work load had been of late, but he was relentless. You finally agreed, but made him promise you decided on a location together and that was fine by him. The rest, he could take on.

You sighed as the bartender gestured around the lounge and told you to help yourself to the various spirits, wines, beers and fizz that lay in fridges dotted around, or if you wanted something a little more special, he was happy to whip up a cocktail.

"What is it?" Paul didn't miss the extra huff of air.

“Honestly…I’m just trying to decide what to have.” You chuckled.

He grinned, "well, we're Mexico bound, so I'm going with a Cadillac on the rocks."

“Hmmmm okay, let’s make it two…”

Soon enough, with cocktails in hand, you and your husband sat in a comfy two seat couch. He leaned over and kissed you gently, before clinking his glass to yours. “To our first week away alone in years, Mrs. Diskant.”

"To us, Stud," you smiled brightly.

****

Thirteen hours later, including one quick layover in Houston and a two-hour private chauffeur drive, you had arrived at your all-inclusive resort in Tulum, Mexico. You couldn’t help but whistle at the gorgeous lobby as you waited whilst Paul checked you in.

Eventually, you saw him walking back towards you, key card in his hand and a grin on his face. “They’re gonna take our cases and then come back for us. Be about ten or fifteen minutes. Drink whilst we wait?”

"Yeah, let's."

He took your hand and you made your way over to the bar area just off the right of the lobby. You should be exhausted, given the journey time, but you’d managed a good sleep on the overnight flight, thanks to the reclining first class seats, and your adrenaline from the excitement had kicked in.

You both ordered a beer, before you sat at the shiny, mahogany bar and Paul turned to you.

“Even better than it looked on the photos.”

"It's stunning, really. Feels like another world," you observed and sipped your beer.

Paul smiled, "we deserve this, Y/N. No spared expense. We've saved for this. I can't wait to show you our room. It's phenomenal. Private, romantic as fuck."

“Like you, huh stud?” You grinned at him.

Paul simply winked and shrugged, "Anything for you, sweetheart."

You chuckled and then reached out to cup his cheek, the fingers of your left hand scratching through his short beard. “I know…and I love you for it.”

He shuddered under your touch. "A week of just us, fuck, Sugar, I'm so happy right now."

You chuckled and dropped your hand to his knee. “Anyone would think you couldn’t wait to escape our boys.”

"I love our kids, you know I do, but we just, well, you do so much for them, bringing them up...” Paul gave you a soft smile. “I know at times it’s a relentless task and yeah, one we totally signed up to as parents but, well, I felt we just needed this, you know?"

“Yeah, I get it.” You nodded, “I was just teasing. And we do so much for them. You bring them up too, you know. Ain’t just me.”

"Certainly hasn't felt like it lately." He sighed and finished off his bottle.

“Yeah but that’ll pass,” you soothed, “it’s been a busy time, lotta bad guys to catch. And you’ve been picking up those extra shifts for the beat as well, helping cover…” you shook your head, “just part and parcel of the job.”

"Yep."

“Hey…” you squeezed his hand, “have you missed a single one of Ceej’s soccer games?”

"No, I haven't," he said honestly.

“Exactly. Last week you came in at like 3am, had what, 4 or 5 hours sleep and got up to take him. You’ve also not missed a single beat with Jack when you’ve promised to take him places either. You work so hard to make sure they never go without, especially since I only work three shifts a week.”

“No, I know but…well, we’ve-“

“Don’t worry about me.” You shook your head. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”

Paul smiled and then he snorted. “Hey, did I tell you when we were out on our walk round the reserve the other day, Jack announced he wanted to do karate?”

"Not a bad idea. I'll look into it when we get back." You nodded. “Not sure what age they can start from, though.”

“Really?” Paul snorted, “you wanna reach him to hit people?”

“Might help him channel his energy.” You laughed. “But seriously, he’s no interest in soccer at all, so it would be good for him to have something.”

“Oh god what if he wants to play baseball.” Paul suddenly paled, “and they give him a bat…”

"He does love his Dodgers like his Daddy. So does Ceej, I always thought that would be his sport but…well, we got Barnes to thank for his soccer obsession.”

"Not a bad thing." Paul leaned forward and kissed you.

A concierge patiently cleared his throat as he stood before you, dressed in all white linen clothes. "Mr. Diskant, your villa is ready."

At that you blinked before you looked at Paul. “We’re in a villa?”

Paul simply winked and stood as you did, looking to the concierge. "Lead the way."

With a nod, the two of you followed him to an awaiting golf cart and sat on the seats. He drove a bit away from the main lobby towards the water's edge. And within minutes, stopped in front of a palapa roofed building.

"Here's your home for the week, enjoy," the man said in a thick Spanish accent. "Should you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

"Thank you," Paul tipped him and as he drove off, your husband took your hand, "right this way, Sugar."

With a click of the key, you set foot into the two-story open floor plan villa. You found yourself simply gaping as you took it all in. It was ridiculously opulent, every single inch you could see was gorgeous. Ahead of you was a beachfront terrace with private hammocks hanging from the upper deck's frame. The jewel blue Caribbean crashed into the white sand beach beyond that. Just behind you, among the entry just to its left was a patio, emersed in the jungle of Tulum and outdoor soaking pool.

“Holy shit,” was just about the only thing you could think of to say.

As you set foot up the open stairs, you found the master bedroom and you gasped. The most majestic room you'd ever seen was laid out in front of you. The seven meter elevated palapa roof, an unforgettable bathing tub, and a king-size bed that could roll onto your expansive private terrace would allow you to sleep under the stars.

“Paul…” you whispered as you headed over the terrace to check out the view, the early afternoon sun lit up the sea, like millions of tiny sapphires.

His big arms wrapped around you from behind and his beard rubbed against your cheek. "Surprise." He whispered.

You laid your hands over his forearms and leaned back into his chest. “This is unbelievable.”

"We've got all week to do nothing or everything."

“Yeah…” you closed your eyes and took a deep, content breath as Paul kissed your neck.

“So, whaddya say we freshen up, change into something a little more vacation chic and head for something to eat. Then grab a few drinks, lay on the beach…”

"I like this plan," you couldn’t help the smirk as you turned in his arms. "I shopped specifically for this trip."

“Yeah…so why don’t you give me a show, huh?”

"Hmmm," you kissed him, "Alright."

“And I suppose I should manage your expectations…I don’t really have any Speedos.” He sighed, dramatically. “Sorry, I know that’s gonna disappoint you but…”

"Do we even need suits?" You said with a rasp.

“Well, not whilst we’re here…I suppose. Might raise a few eyebrows on the beach though.”

You giggled and shook your head, opening the closet to find your case.

"Restaurant opens at six, so get that bikini on, mama," Paul noticed on the bedside flyer.

“Yes, sir, officer.” You winked.

Paul headed off and came back with two beers from the fully stocked complimentary mini bar and as you drank them, you spent a little time unpacking. Then you both took a shower, which turned into your first vacation fuck. Paul easily held you up against the tiled surface, your legs wrapped around his waist as he buried himself inside you. When you finally got round to actually showering you did so reasonably quickly and, shortly after, the pair of you dressed ready for the beach. Together, hand in hand you headed out and down the pathway to the white sand where you located a pair of loungers not far from the little beach hut bar.

Your black suit was hidden under your blue sarong dress as your tan straw hat was atop your head. You busied yourself getting your things laid out whilst Paul headed off to grab you both a drink. When he came back, he set the ice-cold beers down on the little table between the two loungers and made a show of peeking over the top of his glasses at you as you pulled off your sarong dress.

"Jesus," he hissed.

You arched a brow at him, “what?”

"Damn, Y/N," he glared, "you look...."

“Behave…” you felt your cheeks heat, as you glanced down at yourself, “ain’t like you’ve never seen me in a bikini before.”

"Yeah, but not one like... like that. Your boobs look great.”

“It’s not that different!” You laughed as you flopped down and sighed, grabbing your drink and sipping it. "This is insane. A week of this? I'm spoiled."

Paul grinned as he whipped off his t-shirt. “I promised you paradise, babe.”

"It's been hours and so far you've come through," you smirked.

You drank and snacked on ceviche until the sun started going down. You soaked in the rays and took in the crystal clear water until you fell asleep on the lounge.

A soft kiss roused you and you gave a gentle hum of contentment.

“Hey, Sugar…you wanna go get dinner?” Paul was hovering over you, his nose brushing yours.

"Yeah," you whispered. "Something light? Casual?"

“Sure. We don’t have to go to the restaurant, we can grab something from the snack bar to take back if you like?”

"Mmmm, I'm easy," you stretched.

“Well don’t tell everyone, they’ll all want a piece and I don’t share.” He hummed against your mouth and then nodded as you blinked a little sleepily. “Okay, I’m calling it. We’ll take something back, sit in our pool or on the terrace and get an early night. It’s been a long day or so.”

"I'm okay with this plan." You smiled at him. As he pulled back, you kicked your feet into the sand and grabbed your sarong, tying it around your waist this time and topping your head off with your hat.

Paul helped you gather your things and you headed up to the hut and ordered a selection of nachos, tacos and fries to take back with you. To your delight, they offered delivery to your villa and you were thankful you didn’t have to wait.

You both strolled home, your chat easy and full of laughter and soon you were back at your villa, sitting outside as you overlooked the ocean, more drinks in your hand. Your food arrived and you ate, and both of you found yourselves then absolutely whacked and ready to fall into the bed.

So you did just that, calling time on what had been a perfect introduction to your Mexican getaway.

****

After your arrival day, your trip moved with an easy nature and you felt lucky for that. Your first full day was spent with breakfast in bed followed by a morning of planning a few activities, which you booked through the excursions desk in the hotel lobby.

The first of which took place the next day, an excursion to Muyil, some fifteen kilometres from the resort. You arrived just after lunch and were treated to a ride through the ancient Mayan canals and calm and easy floats down its lazy rivers. Come sunset, you were provided a picnic overlooking the huge, ancient lagoon itself.

As you sat against the setting sun with your drinks in hand and the meal provided for you, you looked to your husband, "this is amazing.”

"Never seen anything like it, that's for sure." Paul agreed.

You smiled and sighed happily. “I really was tempted with the jungle trip but, well, I don’t wanna kayak or bike.” You chuckled.

“Totally, we get enough of that type of stuff with the kids.” Paul nodded.

“Although the Howler Monkeys sound cool.”

“Again, I refer to my previous point.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Speaking of which, they seemed happy when we talked to them. Don’t seem to be driving your parents nuts or fighting like they do.”

“It’s Grumpy, he has the magic touch. And speaking of which…what massage you gonna get during our spa morning?”

“Ooooh, I haven’t decided yet, I got a couple of days.” You winked. “What about you?”

“Probably the deep tissue one.”

“Well then, I’m looking forward to listening to you moan like a bitch afterwards about how much it hurt.”

“Why do you think I suggested the Mezcal for that afternoon? Numb the pain.” He winked, causing you to laugh before you placed your lips heavily against his.

“Thank you. For all of this. I’m…well, I’m just really enjoying the time with you. Unplugged, disconnected and just us!"

Paul beamed, “me too, Sugar.”

Your eyes peered into his, despite his shades covering those magical blues. "Tomorrow just the sun, sand," you leaned forward more so you could whisper, "a good fuck or two, maybe three, defiling our room."

“We’ve already defiled it pretty well, babe.” Paul grinned. “Or have you forgotten how I woke you up this morning?”

"Oh no, absolutely not. Why do you think I'm finally sleeping naked for the first time in years?" You flicked your brows.

Paul grinned, “yeah. No little cock blocks to run in, demanding breakfast at stupid AM.”

You chuckled. "You know you love it though."

“You’re right, I do. They’re a handful at times but it’s the best thing in the world.” He beamed. “My little disco balls.”

You smiled at the nickname he'd given your boys. It always warmed you to watch him parent or talk about your kids.

With the sun now down, it was time to head back. The open-air jeep ride to the hotel and your villa found you cuddled into Paul as the warm summer air swirled around you both. But upon your return, you and Paul skipped the bath and went for a soak in your private pool with a couple of drinks in hand.

One thing led to another and before you knew it you were in his lap, stuffed full once more and moaning his name as the pair of you defiled another spot in your villa.

The jungle was your backdrop and while you were in a private villa, you gave yourself the challenge of keeping quiet outside and it only made Disco growl in your ear and rail you at a feral pace.

“C’mon, Sugar…” he coaxed, his teeth nipping your collar bone, “I know you wanna scream…”

“Oh, ou, outside...." you whimpered.

“So?” He grunted as he gave a tilt up of his hips, grinding against you.

"Close..." it was all you could do to form the word.

“Let ‘em hear…” he reached up and gripped your neck at the back, pulling you down for a filthy kiss, “let ‘em hear how well I fuck my wife.”

You were gone, a pitched wail coming from you as you came.

“Oh, baby…” Paul groaned as his face pressed into your cleavage, “baby, baby, baby…”

Your whole being shook in his lap as you kept rolling your hips to ride out your orgasm.

“Fuck, Sugar…” his hands gripped your hip as he leaned back, thrusting up into you harder, “…so fuckin hot.” His feet planted on the floor of the pool, his hips continuing to rise and fall, a fast and frantic rhythm. You’d barely come down from your first orgasm when you could feel a second one already sparking deep in your core.

“Oh, yeah…” Paul coaxed. “Cum again, sweetheart, wanna feel you.” He watched your face, and soon he saw and heard that "oh" that put your lips in a perfect circle as you came and it wavered as your body now quaked.

“Fuck, Y/N…” Paul’s jaw clenched as his brow furrowed. “Imma…shit…oh…god…” His face screwed up in pleasure, his eyes closing momentarily, his mouth opening in supplication as he came, clinging to you.

Chests heaving, you both stilled for a moment, waves from your soaking pool sloshed around your bodies. Paul gave a little chuckle as he leaned up to kiss you softly, the tenderness a stark contrast to the desperation with which he’d been fucking you.

You hummed a little chuckle as a lazy, serotonin smirk spread your lips. "Wow...."

“Yeah…wow.” He licked his lips and allows himself to sag back against the edge of the pool, taking you with him.

"Fuck, that was good, Stud."

“Glad you thought so.” He grinned dopily.

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Our guy Chris as Detective Paul Diskant in ‘Street Kings’

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Rock N Roll People, In A Disco World

Part 17: Disco Dancing With The Lights Down Low Part 3: Do You Wanna Play A Game?

Kinktober 2022 DAY 5: Sensory Deprivation.

Co-written with @spectre-posts

Summary: You and Paul take an ‘adults’ only trip to Mexico. Sun, sea…and all the other things beginning with S…

Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained wihting, bar the reader and any other OCS that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine and are my jam, baby!

W/C: 4.1k

A/N: Okay, look… this is just one huge big smut fest and I’m not even sorry.

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Part 2

Hand in hand, you walked to the main beach where the cabana thatches were and as soon as you found an open one, you took a seat and waited for someone to come see to your needs.

The whole time you felt Paul's eyes on you. Something feral about it, something raw and so very real that it gave you the cold chills. Chills that made you feel alive and tingle in all your areas of need. It came to mind the conversation you'd started having earlier about a third child. Neither of you had really mentioned another after Jack, but…could you? Should you?

Your thoughts were interrupted as one of the waiters came over and the pair of you ordered your drinks.

You sat there again still sun bathing, you led on your back against the comfy lounge chair. You head so filled with thoughts that you didn't hear Paul until he touched your arm and you looked at him. "Huh?"

He snorted, "back to Earth, baby. I said I'm looking forward to dinner tonight. I have a surprise for you after."

“Dare I ask?”

He just cheekily smiled, "all good things, all good things, but I think you're gonna love it."

“I’m sure I will,” you grinned. “And I’m looking forward to dinner as well.”

"Yeah? You dressing up, Sugar?"

“I’m thinking about it.” You coyly smiled.

"I'd love to see you dolled up," he smiled genuinely.

“Well, I know you packed that navy suit I like…” you grinned, “I will if you will.”

"I'm game." He smirked.

“Oh I know, you’re game for anything. Why do ya think I married you?”

He snorted then chuckled, reaching for your hand as he sat next to you on the oversized lounge. "I fucking love you so much, baby."

You looked at his fingers as they gently tangled with yours. Then, you raised your head and smiled. “I know. And I love you too, with everything I have.”

Paul kissed the back of your hand and lingered his lips there for a moment. "C'mere..."

You shuffled over towards him, rolling to your side so you were facing him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. It was soft, gentle and he held you there for a moment. Then it deepened. His tongue licking every crevice in your mouth. For a moment, you completely forgot where you were and simply melted into him, your hand sliding up and over his chest to the nape of his neck.

He groaned as your nails bit into him. Then Paul pulled back. The two of you panting for a moment. "Let's get wet," he smirked.

"I already am," you quipped.

“Fuck, Sugar…” his eyes darkened.

"Let's play a game, huh?" You suggested, slowly sitting up.

“Nah ah, I saw that movie…”

You rolled your eyes and swatted at him. "All foreplay the rest of the day, and through dinner. That's touching, kissing, everything but physical contact between the hips."

“You tryina kill me?“ He whined. “Sadist.”

"C'mon, at least I didn't cuff you to a chair this time."

“Suppose I should be grateful…”

“Hey we got Jack out of it." You scrunched up your nose. "Now, are we going for a dip? Or are you going to be pitching a tent on the beach all day?"

He flicked a brow up and then, with a downright filthy smirk, he leaned forward and his lips softly brushed your collarbone. The whiskers of his short beard brushed against your skin as he kissed up to your jawline. You sighed, your eyes closing and then he suddenly stopped. You whimpered, he chuckled…and then you suddenly realized the game you just started might very well kill you.

You dipped in the waves, playing around and splashing one another. You curled around Disco as you couldn't touch any longer and hoped a shark wouldn't come for lunch. You rode the waves and you kissed in the salty sea. The day was ending but your fun was just beginning.

After a couple of more beers and making out in the ocean again, the two of you headed back to your villa for showers and to ready for dinner. With heavy risk and deep temptation, you suggested the two of you shower together.

Paul sniggered, “no chance, babe, that’s only gonna end one way and I ain’t about to lose…”

"Suit yourself, I'll just be a bit then." You dropped piece by piece of your string bikini you were purposely saving for today on the floor of your room as you padded toward the open bathroom.

You heard Paul groan. “Sugar…this game is stupid with two ‘o’s.”

"Don't lie," you shouted, "you love it."

“I’d love to stick my dick in you,” he grumbled, adjusting his shorts.

"You said you brought your cuffs, right?"

Another groan.

You knew exactly what you were doing, riling him up in a different way. You wanted to make him about as feral as you did that Christmas Eve when Jack was made.

“Fucking bullshit, Y/N!” Came the yell as you turned on the shower.

You smirked to yourself.

The teasing continued through your last evening. Your dinner was, frankly, amazing. Washed down with champagne and a few cocktails. Dessert was delicious local sweets before you walked along the sand back.

You took your time, the laughter and jokes flowing between you and it, once more, reminded you of your early dates. Both of you had been so young, living with parents on rookies wage as you saved for your futures. Futures, which became one thanks to that fateful cut you received on duty one day causing you to accept a lift form the man who was now your husband. Your relationship had been tested, gripped by grief and fear then soothed by love and tenderness, care and hope. Then you became parents and the foundation continued to grow. And you hoped that it would never stop.

"Paul...." You said softly as the two of your neared your villa.

“Hmmm?”

You stopped walking so he would stop. "I meant what I said this morning."

“Remind me.”

"I wanna try for one more." You peered up at him as your toes tickled in the sand. "Just one. And if it doesn't happen, then we have the boys. And I'm okay with that.”

“Okay, technically that was something you said in the afternoon.” He chuckled as his hands fell to your hips.

You sighed with slight annoyance. "Potato... Po-taht-o." You shook your head.

“I’m a detective…” he grinned, “my job to remember the details.”

Now you smirked. "And a damned good one."

“Well, I don’t like to brag…” he grinned, before he sighed. One hand reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “One more…”

You nodded.

“I’m okay with that too.”

You couldn't help the grin that spread over your lips. "Kiss me, Stud."

A flick of his brow was followed by that gorgeous smile that could melt you into a puddle. Both his hands gently cupped your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a soft, deep kiss. It made your toes dip into the sand, your stomach flutter and your breath catch through your nose. He deepened his motions and you whimpered. You knew that he knew he had you right then and there and he'd won the day. Having held out this long was a big win.

“So…sun’s gone, Sugar…” his breath was hot on your face as he brushed his nose against yours.

"Sure is." You trembled, your voice soft.

“Bet’s over…”

“It was a game.”

“Potato, potahto…”

"Take me to bed, Disco."

“Oh, I’m gonna…and I’m gonna fuck you so good you ain’t gonna remember your own name.”

“Mighty big claim there, Stud.”

"I come through."

“Usually.”

You smirked and slipped away from his touch, "you're gonna hafta catch me first."

He laughed, “oh, Sugar…it’s on.”

You booked it across the sand, the chiffon fabric of your dress flowing behind you as you ran up the beach toward "home". Your hair billowing behind you. You’d almost reached the steps to the door when a pair of arms circled your waist and you shrieked. He held you from behind as you teetered into the doorway. Quickly, Paul spun you around the second he kicked the door closed behind him.

“You still suck at running.” he teased.

“How do you know I don’t just want you to catch me?”

"I always do."

“Mmmhmmm,” your hand smoothed up his chest, “so whatcha gonna do with me now?”

"I told you. Fuck you so fucking good you won't remember your name, Sugar."

You blinked up at him, your chest hitching a little at the tone of his voice.

With a bend of his knees he lifted you as if you were his new bride and carried you upstairs.

“Well this takes me back,” you giggled.

"Shhhh," he set you down at the top and what you saw stole your breath.

“How…I mean…we’ve been…”

You walked to the deck where your bed had been rolled out among the night sky and ocean sounds, turned down for the night. Tea lights were lit in surrounding. You felt Paul's presence behind you and his thick fingers pulled the tie and zip behind your neck.

“Paul…this…I can’t…it’s beautiful.” You sighed as his lips kissed the back of your shoulder.

“I told you I had a surprise.” His voice was deep, sending shivers up your spine. His fingers ghosted over your skin as he undid the zip on your dress, guiding it down to the base of your back.

When the fabric pooled at your feet, you felt his lips trail from the base of your neck and down your spine to the small of your back until his knees were to the deck. His hands reached up to your waist as he kissed the dimples at the small of your back before his hands slid slowly down to your hips and his lips pressed into the soft globes of your ass.

Fingers slid over the sides of your panties and he tugged them down ever so slowly, deftly. His lips trailing down your legs as he chased the pull of your panties. He’d done exactly the same thing on your wedding night and a hundred thousand memories flooded your senses as you stepped out of the lace.

As he stood, again his fingers moved but this time upward and around your front side.

"Do you trust me, Sugar?"

“With my life.” You soon felt something cool and silky cover your eyes. Your hands reached up and gripped his wrist. “Just…one thing.”

“Anything... "

“Take your clothes off…wanna feel you.”

"Every inch." He whispered in your ear.

You sighed as his hands squeezed your breasts and you lay your head back on his shoulder. “Yeah…please, baby.”

"I got you, Sugar." His lips grazed the shell of your ear. "It's gonna be so good."

You swallowed as his mouth moved down your neck, his hands softly caressing you. You could do nothing but sigh, soft little purrs of delight slipping from your lips. Gently he walked you forward, your eyes covered leaving you blind, and you giggled a little as your shins hit the edge of the bed

He chuckled in your ear. His hands directed your body and you were pliant to his touch. Now on all fours, you maneuvered yourself so you led on your back. It took him a moment, but you heard him speak lowly to you as he undressed.

“You look so beautiful there, Sugar. Just one thing missing…”

"What?" You spoke a little lighter than a whisper, the sounds of the night beach a nice background.

“Patience, baby…”

You licked your lips and bit your bottom lip. Butterflies of anticipation fluttered in your belly. You stilled a happy-anxious tremble with deep breaths. He was quiet, you sensed he'd gone. Then the edge of the mattress dipped and you felt his naked legs against yours, his lips gliding up your lower belly to your neck. One hand took hold of yours. There was a cool touch of metal around your wrist and a click that you had memorized in your career. He reached down and took your left hand, securing it too in the second cuff above your head. Your breathing was deep, a slight smirk curled on your lips and Paul chuckled as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Such a dirty girl underneath it all, ain’t ya?”

You couldn't keep quiet. You moaned at the assumption. "Yes," you answers.

One of his hands gripped your chin and his lips claimed yours in a dominant kiss that had your back arching, leaning into him for more. Paul used a gentle strength that had you entirely submissive to him. "Do I keep my promises, Y/N?" His breath was hot in your ear.

"Yes."

“So you know what I’m gonna do.”

"Yes."

“Tell me.”

"Fuck me so good I don't know my name."

“Damned right I’m gonna.”

"Please...."

His mouth claimed yours again, tongue licking in broad strokes into your mouth. His hands traced lines over your body as his lips followed. From your own kiss, to your jaw, that joint at your ear where he whispered complete filth. Down the column of your neck once, his hot tongue leaving its way back up. Again, lips traced every dot and freckle on your skin, across your collarbone and again a tongue between the valley of your breasts and up your sternum. Strong hands, that had seen many things, massaged your breasts while thumb and forefinger punched pert nipples.

The override of touch sense in your brain had your core nearly pulsing around nothing while you nearly melted into the sheets. You wanted to run your hands over his head, feel that buzz cut against your palm but you couldn’t thanks to the cuffs keeping them pinned to the headboard.

By the time his mouth took over from his hand, you were nothing sort of a quivering wreck. Down he went, his mouth having had its fill for now of your nipples and teeth that bit into the underside of your left breast.

He licked and nipped at your belly, the fact you couldn’t see him left you shaking as you could do nothing but wait and anticipate. And, when he reached his final prize, you were nothing short of a mess.

"Fuck, Sugar. Look at you." he groaned, his hands on your knees, holding you open.

“I can’t…” you panted, “my eyes are covered.”

He nipped the inside of your thigh and chuckled. "It was rhetorical, sweetheart.”

You squirmed a little, “do you interrogate all your suspects like this, Detective Diskant?”

"Officer..."

“Semantics.”

"Tonight," he kissed where your outer lips met your thigh, "tonight it's Officer Diskant.”

“Okay…okay…”

Either satisfied with your answer or merely bored with the small talk, he moved to your core and you felt the tip of his tongue give a flick straight at your clit. It jolted you a little, causing you to moan as he set to you. He kept a feral pace, flicks to your clit and long licks of his tongue dragging over your slit. His fingers stuffed you and he curled them into you as his palm twisted upward. A time or two his tongue slid in between his fingers and all three filled you.

You were done. His teasing alone had almost brought you off and the feel of his fingers and tongue inside you had you crying his name as you clamped around him, your body shaking, legs growing rigid.

It only set him into you further and faster.

You were panting, and normally you’d push his head away as you were so over stimulated but you couldn’t. Instead, you tried clamping your legs together in protest.

But he held you open. A starved man he was no longer.

“Paul…please…it’s too much.”

"Okay... Okay," he said softly, gently kissing the inside of your thigh. "I'm sorry."

You let your legs relax a little as his soft kisses moves across your belly.

"Imma take this off now, baby." He spoke of the blindfold.

No sooner had he removed it, and left you blinking as you regained your sight, his right hand reached up and handled the quick release on the cuffs, your wrists still always able to fit in one of his hands. Gently, he brought both your hands down and rubbed them softly, coursing blood back into the rightful place.

"Such a good girl, Sugar."

You smiled softly as you took the gentle kiss he offered you, feeling his hard cock as it nudged against your stomach. "You want some help with that?"

“You offering?” He grinned.

"You want my mouth, my tits?"

“No, I want you…”

"Get on your back, Stud."

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned and rolled over, nestling into the duvet.

With what little feeling you had in your legs, you settled yourself over him. Your hands skidded upward from his Adonis belt to his chest. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his medallion, to his collarbone and then to his scar. Your bare nipples rubbed along his own and your soaked folds glided up and down the underside of his shaft as you did so. His pre-cum leaking tip kissed your swollen and overly sensitive clit. Two large hands came to rest on your hips, blunt fingernails digging into your skin.

You bumped your nose into his. "Whatchu want, Officer Diskant?"

“Sit on it, baby…”

A different tilt of your hips and you sunk down in him. It was his turn to choke, his neck straining as he rose his pelvis to meet you.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered as your head tilted back, your eyes closing all as if you were about to worship the moon. You steadied your hands at his forearms as you began to roll hips and Paul thrust upward into you.

He grunted as he felt that particular squeeze you'd give him as you hit the bottom of your roll. "Been waiting all day... fuck…to get you like this. Feels so fucking good, Sugar."

"Oh shit, that's...." Your body was responding wildly to his and your senses were on overdrive. "Oh Jesus, fuck Paul...."

"Fuck Y/N, right there…" He ground out. He was already pulsing inside you, that throb dragging along your g-spot.

"Mmm, yeah, right there, oh my fuck."

"Oh, baby girl," he coaxed. "You gonna cum for me, Sugar?"

"No...don’t wanna. Not... Yet."

"C'mon, sweetheart." Paul's body tilted upward and his hands splayed over your back as he settled deeper inside you. His lips covered your sternum and between the valley of your breasts while your hips did the work. He found the crook of your neck as his hands hooked over your shoulders from behind.

"Ohhhh fucccckkk." You were gone again, everything spinning and stars flickered behind your eyes like silver glitter.

"Oh baby, baby, baby," he purred into your skin as you came around him. With micro thrusts from his hips to ease you through it, Paul started dragging his blunt nails into your back and then again upward. You were on the cusp of the end of your orgasm when his left hand cradled your head at the base of your neck while his right trailed down your back to your left hip, his entire arm wrapping around your lower back to nestle you into him. His kissed the underside of your jaw and pulled you down with him as he led flat against the bed. He kissed you slow and deep, his tongue heavy on yours. All this while you were seated in his lap.

Your body was so pliant to his touch and moves that you easily ended up on your back while Paul caged you in with his wide and built frame. He'd refused to let his desk job wreck his beat job body and it was working for you. His arms were still bulky and he shamed every t-shirt sleeve he wore. His shirts for work were tailored as were his jackets. His chest was broad and thick, his back wide and cut. Abs that weren't as well defined as in his early twenties but still firm. And that cut at his hips, that Adonis belt, oh God did it get you.

But what you loved most, what you felt was your biggest turn on from him, was his eyes. Those gemstone blues that stared at you each and every day like you hung the moon. That would tear up easily in any sense of danger or wrong doing between you. Orbs that carried love and honor, pride and sometimes a sternness that came with his days of parenting or when you didn't exactly see eye to eye.

And a close second was that buzz cut you rallied to get those fingers in each night and that now thick beard he'd began sporting in the spring after your anniversary. Then there was that scar. That hole in his neck that healed far better than anyone imagined. The forever smooth pink skin that reminded you of the days that told of your beginning as husband and wife, the times you held fast and never gave up and now the future where love was plentiful and the opportunities endless.

The pad of your fingers on your right hand traced the lines of his face as you blindly felt around him while his lips and tongue still covered you. And, when he slowly pulled away, your eyes met his and yours flicked to that old wound. Soft and delicate fingers traced the vein in his neck, the hefty sinew of muscle, until the pad of your right middle finger circled the skin of that scar.

He swallowed, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt your fingers on his skin. And, for the first time that night, he became the pliant one, a soft whimper escaping him.

"Gimme all of you, baby." You whispered.

His eyes opened and he looked at you, a soft smile on his face. “You already have all of me, Y/N. You did from the moment we met.”

"I love you, Disco."

“I love you too, baby. So, so much…” his lips brushed yours as his hips slowly started to roll once more into you. And just like that, he had flipped. From his cheeky, slightly domineering self to this loving, almost needy man that was pressed in and against you, as if he needed to feel every single inch of you against him.

"Gonna give you a baby," he whispered, hovering over your lips. "Love on you every day until then."

You moaned at his words, tilting your lips up to kiss him. “Yeah…please…”

"One more, Y/N, one more," he whispered against your kiss.

You weren't sure if he was talking about a baby or the next orgasm you had building but either way, you couldn't disagree. His hips were rocking into you now as opposed to thrusting, his pelvis barely leaving yours as his arms kept you caged in. His face stayed where it was, inches from yours as his eyes were laser focused on your own.

The connection you felt there and then was quite literally breathtaking.

His hips kept their steady pace, your hands hooked up and round his shoulders. Lips kept kissing you; on your lips, your chin, your jaw.

"So beautiful, Sugar."

Your last orgasm built slow. Paul's rocking tempo and the pressure from him grinding over thrusting as he made love to you had your belly burning as your walls slowly gripped him with steady and long holds.

"Paul... S'close."

“Yeah, baby…c’mon…let go…”

He kept whispering encouragement and quickly enough your body responded, flooding your body in heat and pulling him in impossibly close. Your chin tilted back and you clung to his shoulders with your arms still hooked around him. Your thighs squeezed at his narrow hips. Your mouth formed an 'o' with a shuddering cry.

“Thassit…” he crooned, “oh, Sugar, you’re so beautiful when you cum.”

You heard him, heard his praise but you couldn't do more than allow your body to float away in pure euphoria.

By the time you came back to earth, he was still on top of you having emptied himself inside of you.

As Paul controlled his breathing, he kissed whatever skin he could reach on your shoulder and neck. Your hands started to move again, up and down his neck.

"Oh that was amazing," you managed in a rasp.

“Mmmhmmmm,” he mumbled against your skin. “Yeah…”

The two of you fell asleep under the stars, tea lights burnt out and the Gulf as your soundscape.

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