Dick 2 Writing Club

The Midnight RIDE (Paul Revere x Reader)🍋

Tags and Warnings: British!Reader, Historically Accurate AU, Y/n is a young woman who came to the American Colonies and settled in Virginia before suddenly uprooting her whole life and moving to Massachusetts. There she meets the one and only Paul Revere. Smut, use of "sir", age gap of 18 years (normal for the time i think), unprotected sex bc i'll be damned if ANIMAL INTESTINES ARE INSIDE OF A COOCH??? thank god condoms are latex and shit now, freaky thoughts over food (you'll see), authentic Wattpad style writing.

It was the evening of Tuesday, April 18th, 1775 in the small town of Lexington, Massachusetts. You were the new girl in town, freshly 23 years old, looking for new opportunity in the Boston Colony. You were a decent seamstress residing in Falmouth, Virginia after immigrating from Great Britain. You left Virginia because of rumors of being Delegate George Washington's secret thing on the side (Martha was NOT happy. She sicked her tomcat on you, and Alexander is feisty!) You were able to gather enough money to afford a small wattle and daub house, it was shabby, but it was enough. Today was the spring feast and the town was having a dinner for the townsfolk. You put on your prettiest little dress (see below)...

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...You wanted to stay modest, but not completely innocent. You walked over to your friend Sarah from down the street, she was relatively wealthy yet so friendly. "Hey Y/n!" she exclaimed as you approached her elegant mansion. "Hi Sarah, you look so pretty!" you say, she was wearing her favorite dress (see below)...

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...The two of you walked to the town hall together and made your rounds. Of course you didn't know many of the people so it was mostly Sarah and you simply being polite. However, there was a particular man that caught your eye. You don't recognize him, but then again you didn't get out much. The two of you locked eyes for what felt like eternity, before another man began talking to him and he became distracted. "Y/n come on!" Sarah called as she continued walking. You followed her and took your seat towards the middle of the table next to Sarah. The food was brought out and plated, and the others took their seats. The man from earlier took his seat right across from you, not breaking eye contact once as he takes a piece of turkey into his mouth. The way his lips parted then closed slowly around the meat intrigued you. You dipped into your mashed potatoes and ate a spoonful while the dark-haired comb over styled man watched closely. A dribble of the white mush stayed on the corner of your mouth. The man stared, causing you to take notice and search for a napkin, when you realized you didn't have one, the man reached across the table and wiped it up with his thumb, and passed you his handkerchief for the remainder.

"Thanks" you squeaked. "British hmm~" he mumbled and smirked. You blushed. "Revere." he stated. "I'm sorry?" you returned. "Paul Revere, my name," he responded. "Ah right. I'm Y/n L/n." you said, handing the handkerchief back to him. "Keep it," he says, referring to the chief, "how long ago did you arrive here?" "W-what?" you question, furrowing your brows. "I don't recognize you Y/n~" he teased. "O-Oh! I came from Virginia after moving from England of course." you replied. "Ah that makes sense, most pretty women reside in that colony." He winked. You blushed and turned to Sarah, but she was preoccupied with the young soldier next to her. You face back in front of you and notice a small, torn piece of parchment on the table where the now missing man was. You pick it up and read it. Meet me in the garden was scratched in ink across the surface, you can only assume it was from Paul.

"I need to freshen up" you whisper to Sarah before sneaking out to the garden. You exit the large double doors and walk towards the patch of raised land that overlooks the creek reflecting the waning gibbous moon. You knew the man standing at the bank was Paul due to his sparking bald spot on the top back of his head. "P-Paul" you stated to make him aware of your presence. You were very nervous because it was looked down upon for a man and a woman to be alone. "Greetings, Y/n" he said, spinning to look at you. He smiled brightly and took the sight of you in. "It is so beautiful tonight" you said, looking at how the stars are sprinkling the night sky. It began to lightly rain so you turned to head back inside.

He extended his hand towards you and you took it. "I'd like to escort you to my home, I want to show you something I've been working on." he retorted. You were confused but obliged as he seemed to be a well respected man. He led you to a carriage as the rain thickened. He held your hand as he guided you into the velvet enclosure. You sat down and smoothed your hands over your damp dress. "You know it might be better for you to remove your garments, Ms L/n." Paul said. "Mr Revere!" you exclaimed, looking around to see if anyone heard the devilish man's comment. "Relax, you may leave on your chemise, stays, and bloomers, dear~" he teases. "My stays are soaked too!" you pouted. "Then allow me" Paul said, sliding his hand up the back of your dress and undoing the ribbon holding it taught. The sleeves and bustier slid down the glistening cleavage of your bosom. Paul couldn't take his eyes off of you.

He kneeled onto the floor of the carriage, sliding your dress the rest of the way off of your body, looking up at you with his dark brown eyes. The carriage began moving and you gasped. He slid his hand up your spine, giving you chills. He suddenly unlaced your stays, releasing the pressure on your supple breasts. Your erect nipples were visible through the thin, damp white fabric sticking to them. He slid the tight piece over your head and you gasped with relief. "The sounds you make are so erotic." He sighed as he pulled your bloomers down your long legs. You whined out of anticipation for what he was bound to do next. Before you knew it, his fingers traced up the skin of your thighs and he slipped a singular finger into your dripping pussy. You moaned aloud and he grinned menacingly. He pumped his long finger in and out of you as you whimpered softly. "One finger if the British come by land, two if the British come by sea." He increased his speed and latched his mouth onto your clit. Your British moans got louder with the increase of pleasure. He inserted another finger and curved them up into you, grazing your sensitive g-spot. You feel yourself get close to your climax and he adds another finger. "Augh~ what does three fingers mean?" you whimper, looking down at him. "The British are cumming by me~" he teased. He then swiftly pulls his fingers out of you and inserts his tongue inside of your aching entrance.

You finally finished onto his tongue and face with a loud moan. He retreated out from under the dress, his face dripping with your pleasurable juices. He plants a soft kiss onto your lips and neck as the carriage comes to a halt. "Allow us to go inside, Y/n" he whispered. The both of you climbed out of the carriage, leaving your clothing behind and the footman turned a blind eye. He got out first then helped you out. He walked you to his front door and opened the door for you. You walked in and admired the decorated grand foyer. He spun you around and pushed you against the door, sliding his hands up and down your sides. You looked into his eyes as his 5'6" stature stood in front of you and he began passionately kissing you. He picked you up and carried you upstairs to his bed. He laid you down on the bed and removed the thin dress from your plush body. Your body was fully exposed to Paul, and you arched your back at the feeling of his cool home. He quickly stripped fully naked and his average length throbbing and standing proudly. He supported himself with one hand above you while he guided his dick in the other, attempting to navigate your warmth for entrance. He slid the tip up and down your moist lips before sliding his member into you. You moaned as he bottomed out. He began thrusting in and out, his balls slapped against you. He sighed and went a bit faster. "Never thought I would make love to a Brit~" he groaned. "Make me your patriot Paul!" you screamed.

He flipped you over and pulled you onto his lap. You slid down onto him and he moaned against your hot skin. "Ride me 'till dawn, love." he said, placing his hands onto your hips. You begin riding faster, gaining a cramp in your thigh, but ignored it. Before you know it, you were erupting onto him. "I'm arriving!" you scream in your melodic British accent. Paul buries his head into the crook of your neck while he reaches his climax. "Wow you are amazing, Y/n" he says, helping you dismount him. "Thank you Mr. Revere" you said, preparing to snuggle with him. "Y/n, if you'll excuse me, for I must embark on my second ride of the night" Paul said, winking and beginning to put his trousers back on. "U-uh, t-to where sir?" you reply. "I must warn the colony of the impending attack of the regulars. I will return in the morning" he says, planting a dry kiss on your temple. You curl up into his plush linen sheets and begin to doze off as you hear Paul's voice from outside. "He-YAH! *neighhh* THE BRITISH ARE COMING!" he shouts as he gallops through the town. The British already came, you think to yourself, chuckling.

THE END

Word count: 1706