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Paul Lahote ~ Arousal | SMUT

Includes: Harsh language, nudity, vaginal sex, dominance, public sex, and oral sex (male received)

Inspired by several Upthehillart smut pieces and a Jacob Black smut imagine by Stuckontwilight (Wattpad)

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"Hey, Paul! Can you come here for a minute?" I screamed through mine and Paul's house. I soon saw my boyfriend rush in with a worried expression.

"What is it, Y/N?" He muttered and looked around to notice something out of place. But everything was perfectly aligned.

"I just wanted to check if you were ready, but apparently you aren't," I plastered a fake smile on my face to hide my annoyance. I told him an hour ago to wear the nicest thing he had, but he only had a pair of black slacks and a belt on so far.

"Do we have to go to this thing anyway?" He whined, and I glared at him.

"Yes, we do. This is my cousin's wedding, and we have to be there," I argued as collected as I could.

"Don't you have like 20 cousins? And they'll probably all get married, so what's the big deal if we skip this one?" 

"12 and I can't miss this because she would kill me and I want to see her get married. Please," I pouted my bottom lip, and he sighed before nodding. I smiled and walked up to him. "Thank you. Now go get dressed because I don't think my mom would like you arriving shirtless," I advised and zipped up his fly. He looked down at my hand, which graced against his abs, and licked his lips.

"Yeah -- yeah, I better get dressed," he stuttered and walked out swiftly. I smirked to myself before finishing my makeup.

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Eventually, Paul settled with a white button-up, brown dress shoes, and a black suit jacket to accompany his trousers. I matched him with a thigh level black cape dress that hugged my curves with a plunging v-neck and gold jewelry. We arrived at the wedding reception since we weren't invited to the ceremony and saw it was crowded with 200 people at the minimum. I caught Paul's irritated gaze and intertwined our hands while dragging him through people.

I sat us down at our designated table, and we listened to speeches, ate, and only conversed with each other. I may love my cousin, but this wedding was too much. I only knew my select family, and even then, I didn't speak with them. Finally, the music turned on, and Paul leaned towards my ear.

"Wanna dance?" he asked, and I looked at him. In seconds I was dragged onto the dance floor with his arm around my waist. Since it was a slow song and there were over two dozen couples on the floor, we weren't noticed in the swarm of people. Me and Paul soon sunk into the song, and he brought me closer to him, so our chests were touching. One of his arms on my waist glided down, so his fingers brushed along the back of my thigh, causing my breathing to catch in my throat.

"Paul," I warned, and I felt him snicker. 

"I can smell it," he whispered in my ear and took a deep breath. His breath hit my neck, causing goosebumps to rise.

"Smell what?" I stumbled out, and he chuckled lowly. His fingers on my thigh trailed up to play with the hem of my dress.

I took a shaky inhale, and he mumbled, "your arousal." I froze in place, and he laughed quietly again. He lifted me up and spun me before setting me down and continuing to lead our elegant swaying.