HOPELESS FOUNTAIN KINGDOM → TWILIGHT WOLF PACK

paul lahote

wow look at me actually posting shit hdhdjsj ain't that a damn surprise

anyways i've been thinking abt this hc since forever & it's been in my drafts since i first started this book sO like here i am finally publishing itnsnjskss

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Y/N had been with Paul for ages, but every day there was something new she learned about him.

This new discovery she made while they were cuddling one night in her bed, the lamp on her bed-side table drenching their tangled bodies in a honey-colored light. Paul was nearly asleep, his fingers tangling themselves in Y/N's hair as she lay her head on his chest, fingers gliding over the hard plains of his stomach.

It was rare for them to get this time alone. Between school and the pack, the two of them barely found time to just relax together, and bask in each others presence. But today was the first day of spring break, which meant that Y/N was relieved of any school-related responsibilities and Paul had managed to convince Seth to take his patrol for the night. It was the perfect night; Y/N's father was out of town for the weekend, so the two of them decided to cook themselves dinner in the kitchen, pick out a movie, and cuddle the night away in her bedroom. They could worry about dishes in the morning.

And that's where they found themselves now. Y/N's fingers dipped to Paul's hips, tracing the ridges of bone and muscle there, until the tips of her fingers felt ridged skin. She paused, and sat up slightly, propping herself up on her elbow. Paul watched her movement with hooded eyes, catching a strand of her hair and twirling it around his finger.

"What's up, princess?" he asked softly, giving the strand a slight tug. Y/N looked up at him, running her hands over the marks on his hips. She sat up, adjusting herself so that she was sitting up on her knees.

"You have stretch marks," she commented, tracing the tiger stripes gently.

"Uh, yeah," Paul said gruffly, bending an arm behind his head. "I've got 'em everywhere." He pointed to the place where his arm connected with his shoulder, and Y/N made out more of the lines with her fingers. "We all do."

She didn't say anything as she sat herself atop his thighs, fingers tracing the deeps lines etched into his skin, like lightning strikes that God himself placed there.

"It happened after I phased for the first time," Paul explained, his eyes never leaving Y/N's face. He shivered as her feather-light touch moved across his warm skin. "My bones grew too quickly, and my skin just stretched along with it—it's the same for the rest of the guys, too."

"I think they're pretty," Y/N hummed, leaning down so that she was back to laying on Paul's chest. He laughed, warm and throaty, and Y/N could feel the rumble of it from his chest. "I've got 'em too, y'know."

"Oh, I know," Paul said quietly, his large hand coming to cup her butt, thumb gliding over the lightning bolts he knew were carved there. "I know them better than anyone, babygirl."

Y/N blushed, and Paul grinned, his hand coming up to pull her down against him, connecting their lips together. Her hand rested itself on his chest, smoothing over the hot skin. One of Paul's hands slipped into her shorts and grabbed a fistful of ass, resulting in Y/N's shaky exhale against his lips.

With a swift and agile movement, Y/N's back was pressed to the mattress, air exhaling from her lungs in the form of laughter as Paul peppered kisses across her neck and down her body, ducking his head under her shirt and pressing wet kisses to her stomach.

His lips moved slower as the traced over her hips, and it took a second for Y/N to realize that he was kissing over the stretch marks there, his lips soft and supple and sweet against her skin. As her shirt rose up, Y/N ran her fingers through Paul's hair, her fingertips rubbing gently against his scalp. The moment was serene, and Y/N was nearly positive that she could fall asleep in that position.

And then Paul's lips moved south, and Y/N parted her legs instinctively, feeling him laugh breathily. Shutting her eyes, she waited for him to do something, anything, and then—

"Fuck!"

Paul's teeth sunk into the inside of her thigh, and she was grateful that they were home alone. Otherwise, her noise of surprise would have caused some issues.

"You dickhead!" Y/N shrieked, slapping the back of Paul's head as he rolled away, giggling.

Y/N covered her face with her hands as she laughed, reaching down again to smack him, only to find that he had somehow manoeuvred himself back up to the pillows. Paul caught her wrist, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing her knuckles. She glared at him, but there was no heat in her eyes.

"I love you," he said earnestly, ducking down to press a kiss to her cheek. "Every part of you."

Lightly smacking his hard abdomen with her free hand, Y/N rolled into his arms, snuggling against the heat of his bare skin.

"I love you too, you absolute asshole."