MULTIFANDOM IMAGINES

Paul Lahote x Cora Cameron ~ Brother's Best Friend | SMUT

Requested by anonymous

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Includes: Vaginal sex, oral sex (male received), roughness, choking, harsh language, partial nudity, and hate sex

Cora is a character I created for this imagine, but you can make it a Paul x reader.

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"I still can't believe you. I mean, you know how short your tolerance is," Paul snapped, and Cora laughed; she rolled down her window and stuck her head out as she watched all the street lamps whiz by. Paul looked over and groaned; he grabbed Cora's arm and yanked her back inside the car. Cora whined when he rolled the window back up.

"You're so irresponsible; you know that," Paul told her, and she mocked him.

"And you don't know how to have fun —"

"I know how to have fun. You're just acting stupid, not amusing," Paul argued.

"Well, I'm sorry that I actually have friends to hang out with on Friday nights," Paul glared at Cora, who snickered.

"You know Jare's gonna be pissed at you, right?" 

Cora shrugged. "Just because he's my brother doesn't give him the right to control me," Paul scoffed as he made a sharp turn.

"You'll be lucky if all you get is a lecture."

"I still don't see why he couldn't pick me up then. Or are you so keen to see me?" Cora teased, leaning against the center counsel and pouting.

"God, you're such a bitch," the Lahote boy muttered, and Cora chuckled.

"If Jacob can tolerate me, I'm surprised you can't. I never figured you weaker than a newbie, but hey, maybe Jake is special," she said, and Paul glanced at her, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"What the hell are you talking about? That kid's pathetic."

"He may be, but at least he knows how to deal with a pussy," Paul looked her up and down in disgust, and she smirked.

"With him? Seriously?" Cora shrugged.

"He was good. And besides, it was only a few times for fun," Cora stated, and Paul rolled his eyes. "But I still think I could find better."

"Oh really? So who will it be next? Hm? Quil?" Paul asked, gripping the steering wheel harsher as he waited for Cora to answer.

"Ugh, no. I'm still debating on Embry, but there aren't many good guys my age in the pack. I've even considered you a few times," Cora said, letting out a small laugh and leaning against her seat.

"And what's been holding you back from trying to seduce me?" 

"Nothing."

"Awe then I guess it hasn't worked," Paul taunted, and Cora clenched her jaw.

"So you're telling me that if I told you to pull over and fuck me in the backseat, you wouldn't do it?" Cora's tone was soft and playful, but under everything, she was genuinely curious about Paul's answer. Paul shook his head, and Cora frowned. "Even if I did this," she reached out for Paul's trousers, but he grabbed her wrist.

The car fell silent when he didn't move Cora's hand. Cora let a wicked smile fall on her lips when she noticed his jeans growing tighter. "You're growing hard," she whispered in his ear. He tried to focus on the road despite his pants getting more claustrophobic and Cora breathing down his neck. "And you know you want me to solve it," she added, and he took a deep breath.

Very slowly, he released Cora's wrist as he muttered, "go to hell." Cora sneered and unbuckled her seat belt. She unzipped Paul's jeans and pulled down his boxers enough for his hardening dick to pop out. Paul couldn't bear to look down at Cora, who leaned across the center counsel, and instead, he kept his firm grip on the steering wheel, debating if he should pull over or not.

Cora began placing small kitten kisses on his tip before taking him in her mouth. Paul grunted, biting the inside of his cheek as he gulped. As she bobbed her head up and down, she gagged a few times when she went too far, but she loved the sensation of her body not being able to handle Paul's length of about seven inches. 

Her hands went to her covered breasts, where she played with them, trying her best to twist or pinch her nipples through her shirt and bra. Paul groaned and forced Cora's head down, making her chock again. "Shit," he cursed, digging his nails into her scalp, and Cora moaned. She moved back into her seat and pulled her shirt above her head, throwing it in the back.

She moved back to Paul and began sucking on his tip again, jerking off the remainder of his shaft. Paul put his lip between his teeth as he kept one hand on the wheel and the other in Cora's curly black hair. "Fuck this," he muttered under his breath and checked behind them to look for any other cars before pulling over. The car jolted as it stopped, and Paul unbuckled his seatbelt.

He held Cora's head down again and swore in pleasure. He pulled her back up and collided their lips together even if she was out of breath already. "Take them off," he said in between kisses, and Cora sat back in her seat. She rushed to take off her skinny jeans as Paul kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. When she finished, she leaped over the center counsel and straddled Paul's lap.

They reconnected their lips as Paul moved Cora's panties aside and aimed for Cora's entrance. The first thrust was euphoric as both of them moaned and panted, breaking the kiss and looking down at where Paul had entered Cora. Cora bit down on her lip and moved her hips up then back down against Paul's. She grabbed onto his hair and hissed in his ear.

As her bouncing got quicker and their skin started slamming against each other's, the two became unraveled. They were both groaning messes, and Paul wrapped his hand that wasn't clutching Cora's hair around her throat as he squeezed it lightly. The burning feeling of her air being limited made Cora move faster, even if it made her need more oxygen.

She moved her lips to Paul's neck and began biting and kissing around until she found his sensitive spot. He whimpered at not only Cora sucking at his jawline but also after a few especially rough thrusts. Both started to feel the familiar and addictive stir in their guts as Cora started getting sloppy. She began grinding against Paul's pants, making them both grow closer.

"I'm gonna come, Cora," Paul warned, and Cora nodded in agreement. Paul's breathing faltered as he felt his orgasm edging on him and Cora squirmed. He placed his hands on Cora's waist and let out a low and long whine as he pulled out of Cora and came on his stomach. Cora broke the kiss on his neck and laughed breathlessly at how flustered Paul was because of a simple orgasm. 

Cora's building of her high almost dropped until Paul started rubbing his thumb against her cilt. He was moving too fast, and she was so filled with euphoria and cloudy with how amazing he felt like inside of her that she didn't hesitate to finally come. She arched her back and squealed as Paul pulled his wet thumb away, licking off any excess juices.

They stared at each other, Cora's arms slung over his shoulders and Paul's hands still on her waist. Small collections of sweat built up on both their foreheads, and the clothes they still had on were either soaked in sweat or cum.

"Aren't you happy my seduction worked?" Cora boasted, still panting. Paul chuckled and smashed their lips together.

"Jare's gonna be so pissed at both of us now."