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Paul Lahote x Male!FTM! Reader

Tw: Cursing, MDNI/Smut, Scarring on body (Top surgery scars that botched), insecure Reader (if you squint), Reader isn't fully transitioned, anal, mentions of stuff in the front

You have been wracking Paul's damn brain since he met you last week. He can't even function if you're around, he just has to watch you like a lost puppy, and you haven't even noticed! Sadly for him, the pack has and they don't ever hold back.

Yesterday, Paul had managed to score a date-not-date with you, camling on the beach. Paul could barely breathe when he saw you in a tight black tank top and swimshorts to match it. You were...beautiful. He's seen photos of you as a woman, and dammit he'd have you either way. Man. Woman. They. He didn't care. He could spend all day watching you, admiring you...fucking you. Dammit.

You were desperately oblivious to his looks, or at least if you did notice, you brushed them off. You and that damn half sided smile you'd send him occasionally. The fire was warm, the tent was at the side, a little closer to the woods, so yall weren't as bare to the wind and slashing sand.

"Well, I'm bored, Wolf boy. You said you'd keep me entertained." You teased, smiling and those pretty damn eyes batting at him. What he wouldn't do to make them roll back. "You wanna swim then?" He offered, voice gruff with emotions, the main being pure desire. He watched as you got up, stretching, bones popping in a few places "Well just don't stare too hard." You smirked as you slid your tank top off, you barely or never shown anyone your chest. By god he was in love. Your scarring was a soft pink to tan skin, obvious to see it was bumpy and ragged. Paul wanted to kiss and bite every part till you were saying you were pretty.

"No staring. Got it." He mumbled, watching as you went off to the water. Paul's heart raced as you called out to him, your voice both teasing and inviting. He hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to be closer to you and his need to maintain control. But the sight of you in the water, your scars shimmering in the moonlight, was too much to resist. With a strangled breath, he stood up and walked towards the water, his gaze still fixed on you. The water was cold, but he barely felt it when he stood beside you.

"You're beautiful, ya know?" He asked gently, and when you didn't respond, he kept going, "Scars, transition, every damn thing about you. You're perfect to me."

He didn't miss how your face flushed as you mumbled a quick, "You think so? Their not...ugly?" He shook his head no, reaching out a hand, his fingers gently grazing the scars on your chest, tracing their outlines with a feather-light touch. "These scars don't change how I see you," he said softly, his eyes locked on yours. "They just make you even more beautiful. And even more mine."

Within moments, you two were on the sand, the tent be dammed, as yall made out hungrily. He broke the kiss, trailing to your chest to kiss the botched scars and then lower. "W-wait.." You mumbled, and he stopped he'd always stop. "I don't..I'm not fully transitioned." You admitted, but he didn't care. Not one damn bit. "So? I can do either. Front or back. You're mine, nothings changing that."

His words were full of love and reassurance so you nodded and he continued. Taking your shorts and then boxers off. He nearly fucking drooled at you. Trimmed but clean, he couldn't help but swipe his tounge at your Tcock, which had you squirming. "Tell me if I need to ever stop." You heard his words but the intense pleasure that hit knocked your response away as he sucked your tcock and slid two fingers into your cunt to please you. You were coming in minutes of it, he kissed your cunt and pulled off. "Front or back, my sweet boy. What's more comfortable?"

You were too stimulated to even answer, only managing a soft moan as you turned, arching your back to present yourself. "Fuckin hell, sweetheart." Paul groaned as he wet his own hard cock that was leaking, one hand went to the base of his cock, the other to your Tcock to stroke at it while he slid in. He knew he was a big boy, a cock at 7 inches and just as thick wasn't the best for first date anal sex, but he'd get you there.

The both of you were desperate and content to jist keep fucking on the beach, but it got way too cold to quick. So now, in the tent, flap open, he was back to rutting his cock into your ass as he jerked off yours, occasionally dipping his fingers into your cunt just so it wasn't neglected.

"Close. Fuck, Paul, I'm gonna come." You whimpered out, drooling into one of his pillows he had brought. "Me too, fuck, come for me, love." He panted as he kept going, feeling the knot in his gut getting unbearably tight. As soon as you came, tightening around him, he jerked and spilled into you. He rolled his hips a few more times to ride the highs out before he pulled out, watching with content as some of his cum leaked out of your tight ass.

The two of you, too tired to get dressed jist simply cuddled naked, not bothering to close the flap due to the wolf heat between both of you and the stench of sex. Your head tucked into his chest, listening to his heart as you fell asleep.

UGH I need some more Seth clearwater or Paul Lahote x M!Reader 😫 I've read just about all I can on here and I NEED MORE ‼️

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Paul Lahote HQs

♤ This man loves him some curves. He doesn't want no skinny twig. He wants him a chubby pillow princess (idc who argues with me)

♤ Loves feeling your thighs squish under his hands, this includes tummy.

♤ Strechmarks? This boys drooling and not taking his eyes away

♤ LOVES the fact that he'd be stronger and can lift you up

♤ Instead of reassuring that he loves your curves, he'd just fuck you till you say your pretty. "That's it pretty girl, take the cock you were made for."

♤ He's a munch, I'm sorry. He loves getting between those fluffy thighs and eating till you're trying to wiggle away.

♤ Totally will grope your thighs, biting them as he pleases you.

♤ Isn't the best with his emotions due to his childhood, but he's definitely a lot softer with you. At least he tries to be so he doesn't hurt you.

♤ God forbid you get pregnant. He'll be drooling over you even more. Whispering to the baby when he thinks you're asleep. Massaging the tummy.

♤ I feel like he's the type to have a bunch of photos of you that you had no clue he has. Not stalker, but moments between you two that he has.

♤ Baby, he gives no fucks how you keep your hair in intimate places. Trimmed? Hot. Bush? Hot. None? Hot.

♤ Loves your smell. Any smell, doesn't care.