Pairing: Paul Lahote x reader

Sum: Y/n, does her best to keep her friend Bella from doing stupid things, even if that means she has to get into a fight of her own with the big cocky hothead Paul. But what if that very man she dislikes imprints on her? Can they lay their difference behind them?

Warnings: slight angst, protective reader, smut 18+ only! semi public s*x, rough s*x, unprotected s*x..

This was requested by @georgesbee​ 

This is not read over by a beta so sorry for any mistakes

"Falling For My Best Friend"

Pairings: Jacob Black X Reader

Summary: You and Jacob had been inseparable ever since you were kids. Over the years, you and Jacob have build and amazing relationship. Technically friendship, but you couldn't help but have a slight crush on your bestfriend. But what happens when Bella come's into the picture, will Jacob choose (y/n) or Bella.

Warnings: language, blood, violence, smut, fluff, angst

Chapters:

1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 ||

Okay, I’ve decided to focus my efforts on one fic at a time. This one is a bit spicy, so if you’re not into smut or slightly (emphasis on slightly) fuckboy Paul, then maybe don’t read. :) 

K, that’s all. Enjoy!

Hey, readers. Long time no… writing. I know I dropped off the face of the planet rather abruptly near a year ago, and though I stand by my decision (sort of, I am angry with myself but it was absolutely the right thing to do), I haven’t been able to shake the sense of guilt and defeat that came along with abandoning the community we’d built together.

If anyone is interested in an explanation… this is it.

After spending the better part of high school, all of college, and the first baby steps of my adult life pouring my soul into writing on my blog (the username of which, by the way, has since been snatched up by a content-less placeholder account. There’s heartache in that, but I sort of did that to myself, didn’t I? Maybe I’ll message them later and see if they’re willing to give it back), I felt like there wasn’t much left of me? Or the me that began writing in the first place. I had been in quarantine for about a year, I was isolated from the life I’d worked so hard to build for myself, my mental health was severely damaged (the pandemic by itself is a trauma we all share with each other, so when it stacked on my worsening pre-existing issues, it drowned me), and I was seriously considering uprooting myself and moving away from everything I’d ever known. Spoiler alert, I did that. I live in Asia now, so that’s new, and though I have new stresses (money, school, etc), I’m much happier than I was when I deleted my blog. The writing, which had always been a crutch for my depression, an outlet for all my frustrations, and a sanctuary from the mediocrity of my day-to-day life was now little more than a schedule holding time in my colourless day. I felt so shackled to it, felt so much pressure from the demand (which was never the problem; the support was massive and unexpected, the outpouring of love was overwhelming and I genuinely cannot thank you all enough)… it was too much at the wrong time. I went through a major shift, and I decided to erase everything. I convinced myself it was easier to erase all my content and eliminate the possibilities of my writing being stolen when I wasn’t around to monitor, or that people could impersonate me with my writing on alternate blogs, the work I wasn’t proud of remaining up to stain the back of my mind, etc. So… instead of going one by one through five or six years of posts to delete things and salvage my URL, I just eliminated the entire blog.

Now, to you readers (especially those who missed my polls about deleting or my many messages about the general dissatisfaction), it probably seemed sudden. Harsh, even. To those of you I hadn’t confided in about the stress and the mayhem, wanting to start fresh, it may have been a bit of a shock to pop online and find… nothing. To me, though, it was a long, long time coming. Seeing my work stolen for years took a lot out of me, dealing with anonymous hate (though it never bothered me, it was annoying) was draining, I felt a bit pressured by the numbers and the demand to write content I wasn’t comfortable with (that’s on me for not setting a clear boundary, I’m not trying to place blame on anyone), I was sitting behind my computer most every day just typing for hours… it got to a point where, before the pandemic, I was using my time off from a full time job to stay inside and write, but during the pandemic I literally never left my room. I felt both jostled and out of place, but tethered somehow to the writing; it was suffocating where it was once liberating and I was desperate to cut the cable. So… I did. But that doesn’t mean I left.

Every now and then when I missed you all to the point of pain, I went on and searched my tag. I saw everyone wondering where I’d gone and if anyone saved my writing, what happened, the sort. Just today, I was listening to the “Home” series playlist and reading these scattered messages and I realized, with a sinking sort of resolution, that it was time to come home.

I’m sure there will be questions, if anyone finds this. I’m happy to answer them all. There will be changes, massive ones (youguysmightnotlikesomeofthesechangesbutI’mtryingtomakethismyhappyplaceagain), but I think some of you will find this to be a bit of a relief when I tell you, before anyone asks the obvious, that yes, I kept all my writing. I made sure to back up every piece before I erased my presence. I’m going to see if I can’t get to work reuploading some of the work and (deep breath) reworking a whole lot of the major ones. Like, to the point where a lot of it is getting cut and it’s gonna be really tedious work for me, but it’ll be something, if you guys are up for it. Please be patient with me while I reformat and get the blog in working order.

Okay, here is my Paul smut. I don’t usually write smut, so don’t be too harsh lol. Read at your own risk! Don’t tell my mom.

Pt. 1

“Did I do something to make your brother mad?” Embry asked, hopping on top of my bed, “He keeps eying me down lately when I see him around school.”

“What? No, I can’t think of anything you could’ve done to make him mad.” I laughed a bit, “He does have a bit of anger issues.”

Embry shrugged and scooted closer to the wall to be closer to me. Anger issues don't even begin to cover it with Paul. Only if I could tell Embry that just last week my dad yelled at Paul to take care of his dishes and he got so angry that he shook so hard he turned into a massive wolf right in the middle of our living room. There is now a blanket covering a giant scratch mark on our couch.

Paul told me all about it and how the legends that we grew up on were true, even the vampires, he had introduced me to Emily, Sam’s Fiancee, afterwards. She explained what she knew, which was basically everything, and how to deal with living with a ‘phaser’ or ‘shape-shifter’, but most importantly, how I was sworn to keep it all secret. So now I’m here, keeping secrets from my suspicious boyfriend.

“I was scared he heard Jake, Quil and I talk down on their gang.”

I let out a laugh, “Gang? Paul is not in a gang, Embry. Where did you get that idea?”

“What? It’s not that outrageous when you look at the way they act! Jake told me, but I guess the more I think about it, a 3 man gang does sound insane.”

“Ya? Does it?” I said softly while looking up at him and smiled.

He had the type of eyes that made you lose track of your words. They were a deep dark brown, but still light enough that you could see his eye freckle. My attention shifted to his hair, which was in his face. His hair went down to his shoulders and it was also a dark brown. I tucked a stand behind his ear. It was silky to the touch. His eyes glanced down at my lips and then back at my eyes.

“Mhm.” Is all he let out in response before leaning in to kiss me.

We moved in sync. Being with Embry was so natural. One moved and the other matched in energy. His hand met my waist, while my hand found his cheek. I could feel him smile into the kiss. Both of his hands were on my lower back now, I could feel him going to move me on top of him. I went with his movements.

As I shifted to sit on his lap, I moved his hair out of the way. How unlucky in situations like this that we both have long hair. His now exposed neck was my new target. I lowered my head to kiss his neck. I left a trail until I got to where his neck and collarbone met. I stayed there for a while. He lifted his head back and started to breathe louder and slower. It slowly became more of a moan the longer I stayed on his sweet spot.

I traveled my way back to his lips and he met me back eagerly. I loved being with Embry because he kissed me like he needed me. Like he needed to be as close as physically possible. It felt as though he was trying to breathe me in like smoke. Taking in every part of me he could.

I tugged on the bottom of his shirt. He took the signal and quickly took it off. He pulled me in closer, but his back was against the wall so it was hard for me to wrap my arms around him. He noticed the issue too and moved us to have me laying down, while he held himself on top of me.

He put his hand back on my waist, but this time his hand was under my shirt, and he was slowly moving up my stomach. Then the door flung open.

“Jesus christ!” Paul screamed and slammed the door shut.

We parted from each other so quickly I swear I saw Embry get whiplash. I threw Embry his shirt and sat on the other side of the bed than him.

“Embry, get off my sister so I can come in.” Paul called in, laughing.

“I’m off! I’m off!”

Paul slowly opened the door and once he saw us he opened it completely. I could just feel my face beating bright red. I looked at Embry and his face was a deep shade of pink now. Paul was having the time of his life with this.

“Thank god I walked in, right? We don’t want any mini Embrys running around any time soon!” He roared laughing.

I hid my face under my hands. It wasn’t even a funny joke.

“I didn’t think you were home.” I said, my voice full of embarrassment.

“Well I just stopped by to let you know I’m going to be gone all night with Sam and Jared.” he briefly looked over to Embry and then back at me, “Just stay on the rez tonight please. Both of you.” He paused, “But try not to be all over each other. I won’t tell dad as long as you promise he doesn’t spend the night.” He chuckled again.

Embry started to look so confused. Paul walked towards the door, but before he left he looked back at Embry, “Nice hickeys, Embry.”

Embry’s hand shot up to touch where I had sucked on his neck. Once the door closed I went to look at them myself.

“They formed already?” I asked.

“Well you were sucking like a fucking vampire, what did you expect?” Embry said getting up to look in my mirror at his new bruises.

“What? Did you not like it?” I asked, walking towards him and putting my arms around his waist.

He looked down at me and smiled, “you’re really asking me if I liked it or not?” He leaned down and gave me a long kiss and pulled away just to ask in between laughs, “Are Sam, Paul and Jared going to get into a gang fight tonight?”

“Ugh, no, they are probably just going to goof off all night. I don’t know what they do when they go out.”

That was the truth. I didn’t know what they did. All I knew is that whatever they did, they were phased in a wolf form while it happened.

“What are your guys doing tonight?” I asked.

“Quil and Jacob?”

I nodded.

“Well, Jake is out doing shit with Bella like usual and I think Quil is just chilling at home.” Embry itched the back of his neck with his hand.

“Is Bella still, like, wicked depressed?”

Embry let out a sigh, “Ya. Jake keeps saying she seems like she is getting better, but every time I see her, which isn’t that often, she seems so out of it. Numb almost.” Embry looked down at me again, “Her boyfriend sucks ass for what he did, but at the same time, it’s been months since he left. Jacob should’ve warned her forever ago about the Cullens and how shitty they are. That would've saved her a lot of time."

I looked at him confused, “Don’t blame Bella, I think Jake is sweet to look out for her like this. I know if you left me out of nowhere, like Bella was left, I would go insane with confusion.”

Embry kissed the top of my head, “Well, you don’t have to worry about that. You have me wrapped around your finger.” He then lifted my chin up to face him and kissed my lips.

“Does that mean I get to choose the movie we watch?”

Embry raised an eyebrow, about to protest, I kissed him once more and he nodded yes. We traveled to the living room couch and put on the movie. We got cozy under the blankets. I had my head laying on his chest.

About an hour into the movie I could feel Embry’s heart racing. I looked up at him and I could see his face was red.

“Em, are you okay?”

“Sorry, I just didn’t want to bother you, I’m like burning up. Can we please take this blanket off?”

“Of course, I wish you would’ve told me earlier, it really isn’t an issue.-”

“I said I didn’t want to bother you!” He snapped, “Sorry, just my head is pounding.”

“Do you need some advil?” I got up to give him some space, “I’ll go get some for you.”

I hurried into the kitchen and got a tall glass of water and two advils. I left the cabinets open and just ran back into the other room. I’ve never seen Embry angry out of nowhere like this.

“Here, Em.” I said while holding out my palm for him to take.

I put one of my hands on his forehead to feel his temp, he felt like he was on fire, “Do you want ice? For your head?”

“No, it’s fine. I just don’t feel like myself. Something feels wrong. I just feel so angry.” Embry looked up at me to see my reaction.

He is definitely on edge, but I don’t know how to help him, “Try laying down?”

“No, I just need to go.”