The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Angry Sex Imagine - Paul

Please don't kill me, but these were a request from LittleMischiefMaker .

Weed rolls lay all around you in tiny little clumps of green. You'd smoked one, possibly two or three, maybe more, but you couldn't remember. You knew Paul would be pissed at you for smoking his stash, but it was his fault for your anxiety.

He told you he'd been seeing another girl and you two had temporarily broken up, but you knew it wouldn't last long - he loved you too much. You'd been seeing another guy too, but he turned out to be vampire food, so he was a no-go.

You honestly did love Paul, but he was such a whiner about his girls who all turned out to be snacks, and you didn't mind if his ladies ended up dead.

Paul snuck into the cave that evening, knowing you'd be in there, possibly smoking since it was that kind of night. He expected one, not four of his rolls to be smoked, and let's just say he got angry.

One minute you're on Star's extra bed, the next on the ground, clutching your shoulder in pain. Paul stood over you, vamped out and angry. You knew the consequences but risked it anyways.

"I thought I told you to only smoke one, Y/N! These are very limited in the human world and hard to find!"

"You could just go new-school and purchase a Juul. It wouldn't cost too much and you'd be able to use it longer. So don't get mad at me when you're the one being a foolish, stupid teenager when you're literally 21!"

"Call me a teenager one more time, and you'll regret it." He growled, pushing his hand against your throat and pinning you to the wall aggressively, fangs bared in your face.

"Unruly teenage vampire with drug issues." You spat out, teasing the much-angered vampire.

Next thing you know, you're in his room with him towering over you and a vibrator in his free hand while you look at him with hungry eyes. It was time to get back together.

He undressed you with his eyes and his hands didn't know where to go. You grabbed him by the belt loop and pulled him down to your lips, kissing him passionately.

One leg hooked over his shoulder with him buried inside you was all it took for one orgasm to leave you breathless. His anger fed into his love for you.