Paulie x Reader Heartstrings

He's So Shy

You laughed, twirling and enjoying the feeling of your dress brushing against your bare legs. "I can't believe it!" You stopped and looked at Paulie, your husband, and jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "We're married Paulie! I'm your wife."

"I can't believe it either." He mumbled, gripping you tight and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You felt him start to kiss the soft skin of your throat, hesitantly and carefully.

With a small hum, you tipped your head so he could kiss you easier, running a hand through his blond hair. His hands moved slowly up and down your sides, sending shivers up your spine.

You were so glad to be home.

His big hands were warm against your body as they slowly brushed up your sides, one going to the zipper and slowly pulling it down. He took a half step back and put his hands on your shoulders, slowly pushing your dress down. It fell to the ground and pooled around your feet exposing your naked body. Blushing, you tried to cover yourself, but Paulie caught your hands and gently kissed each knuckle.

He was crying, shaking all over, blubbering on about how perfect you were, how smart, how amazing, how beautiful, how strong.

You pulled your hands free and took his face between your hands, pulling him close and kissing him gently and sweetly. You looked into his eyes and wiped the tears from his face. "You're beautiful too, Paulie."

He leaned forward till your foreheads touched and kept looking into your eyes, not ashamed of the tears that slid, now silently, down his cheeks.

You started to undress him, pushing off his suit coat, unbuttoning his shirt, loosening his tie, pulling his belt free and undoing his pants. With a little shake and a bit of pulling, Paulie freed himself from most of the cloth and stood in front of you in his boxer shorts, blushing terribly and looking for all the world like he expected to be rejected.

"Oh, Paulie..." You reached out and laid your hand against his cheek, making him look towards you. "Don't make that face, like you think I'm going to push you away."

He looked surprised. Maybe he'd forgotten how easily you'd always read him. "I just..." Hesitantly, he laid his hands on your bare hips, finally letting himself look at you fully. "I just can't believe you love me too."

"Well you better believe it, 'cause it's true." Giggling, you kissed the tip of his nose. The uncertainty finally disappeared and he laughed, a deep, beautiful sound that you'd fallen in love with.

Picking you up, he swung you around once before putting you down and kissing your mouth, your breasts, your neck, all the while, laughing with pure joy.

You laughed with him, kissing him back and ruffling his slicked-back hair. When he picked you up, you just kept laughing and let him throw you on the bed.

All shyness gone now, Paulie pushed his boxers off and crawled onto the bed towards you. Feeling rebellious, you decided to grab the blankets and wrap yourself in them, becoming the burrito you were always meant to be.

Paulie laid down on your burrito self and rubbed your noses together. "What are you doing?" His voice had that happy quality that only arises when the speaker is holding back laughter.

"I have become the burrito I was always meant to be. Goodbye Paulie." You tucked your head under the covers as well, giggling. "You must find me if you want the sex."

"Well, if it's for the sex." Then he started to tickle you.

Squealing, you thrashed and wriggled, desperate to escape your husband's hands. He laughed at your sad attempts at escape, only tickling you more. Soon, your blanket fajita had been unwound enough for Paulie to scoop you up and lay you on top of the blankets.

He kissed you and said, "I have found you, Lady Burrito, can I have the sex now?"

"Mmmm.... Nope."

"But I'm a man, apparently if I don't have sex I'll die."

"Oh, well if it's to keep you alive, then sure."

Paulie's snickers made his nose do this cute little scrunchy thing and you grabbed his face in your hands again, kissing him all over because he was just so cute.

He allowed you to kiss him without complain, all the while running his hands gently over your thighs, getting closer and closer to touching you where you were increasingly desperate to be touched.

When he finally did touch you, you gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed you deeply and every coherent thought was blown straight out of your head.

The feeling that spread through your body was pleasure in its purest form. It wasn't long before you were gasping out his name, begging him not to stop. Paulie kissed down your throat, across your breasts, pressed a few to your stomach, slowly moving down your body and reducing you to a shaking, mewling mess.

And oh stars, the way he could make you feel was like nothing you'd ever experienced, the pure pleasure from his touch, the love in every move he made, you felt like you could just explode from it all.

Panting, he crawled up you, caging you beneath him. He leaned down, slowly lowering his body to yours. He pressed his cheek against yours and quietly he whispered, "Sneep snoop."

You laughed so hard your sides started to hurt. "My God, PAULIE!"

He laughed and pushed inside you, nuzzling his face against your neck and wrapping his strong arms around your smaller frame. You gasped at the feeling of him, but you couldn't quite stop laughing and something about that made it that much sweeter. "Paulie, don't stop."

And he didn't. He held you close and moved against you, grabbing your thigh and pulling one of your legs up to his shoulder, bracing one hand on the headboard and slamming you hard enough to make the bed creak and groan in protest. And the whole time, he made you laugh, saying nonsense words, giving stupid pick-up lines.

He started to sing some drinking song and halfway through that, you kissed him so hard you wondered briefly if you'd bruised him. Paulie kissed you back eagerly, shifting a bit and managing to hit the perfect spot.

You gasped, gripping a handful of his hair and moaning.

"Ah, the Paulie has done a good." He said it in the stupidest accent you'd ever heard and, of course, that got you laughing again, even while you moaned and said his name.

He laid his forehead against yours, ridiculously happy, and kept slamming into you, occasionally brushing kisses across your cheeks.

You yelled his name loudly when you finally came, raking your nails down his back and gasping for breath. There was a hot gush of warmth deep inside you and Paulie collapsed on top of you, panting and mewling your name quietly.

You reached up and started to run your hand through his soft, messy hair. "Oh Paulie..." You giggled and kissed his temple. "I love you, you big, stupid man."

"Love you too..." He murmured, pulling away from you enough to lay by your side and pull the covers over you both before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest.

Cradled in his warmth, soothed by the beat of his heart, you slept.