#multi paul

❥ It would just be a casual day when you got the devilish idea.

❥ Paul was just getting ready to go out to finish off some errands. Mr. Liu hadn't assigned him with anything, so he figured he should grab some things before he's called off on another grueling mission.

❥ He'd be halfway out the door before you'd call out to him, not giving him enough time to see you before your cupped his face and pressed kisses all over him.

❥ He'd fuss and complain... but the growing grin on his face shows his lies.

❥ Then you'd be shoving him out the door with an overly cheerful goodbye, not offering any more context or reason for your sudden attack before you promptly slammed the door in his face.

❥ He'd linger a little at the front door before huffing and walking away with a small pout coated as annoyance. Unbeknownst to him, his face was littered in lipstick marks that you were overly giggling about as you walked back into the bathroom for a touch up.

❥ Paul would notice the stares, of course he would. But the last thing in his mind was that there was something on his face to stare at. He figured they were scared, recognized him from a news post or something of the sort, so he continued his shopping as usual.

❥ People would drop hints, leaving him even more confused. Things like "Lucky you."; "You had fun?" and "Bold of you." would slip past strangers when they'd be close enough for his ears to catch, but when he questioned it they would awkwardly retreat without elaborating.

❥ It's only when he gets back home with bags of groceries that he gets to see what they were talking about...

"I'm home!" Paul yelled out into his apartment, kicking his door clothes and shoes off as he rushed to the kitchen to drop off his bags.

"Did you get everything you needed?" You looked up from the couch, a grin growing on your face when you saw your lipstick marks had not wavered in the slightest.

"Yup, and a little extra for you." He hummed, trying to act nonchalant as he handed over a sweet treat he dug up from the bottom of one bag.

"Aw, you're too kind." You chuckled, pulling him down and pressing a kiss to his lips with a satisfied smile. You noticed the way his eyes shot down to your lips, catching the lipstick with a small huff as he pushed his body away from yours.

"Lipstick? You could've warned me." He chuckled, already heading to the bathroom to clean himself off.

"I could have..." You murmured into the empty room, grinning as you turned back to the TV and waited.

You weren’t lying. While Paul was expecting maybe a key or some sort of cliche file to help take his collar off, he certainly wasn’t complaining the moment he tore the film off of his little gift.

There you were, in all your glory, images of yourself in some type of lingerie, position, or even completely bare— that left him salivating. It was no secret Paul missed you, the visits the only solace to the distance between you.

At times it seemed it wasn’t enough, given the amount of restrictions placed on the two of you. No excessive touching, you had to stay across the table, extra bullshit Paul wasn’t in the least impressed with, yet was stuck complying to.

But you, his sweet girlfriend, just knew when to push boundaries. And he was eating up every second of it.

The laminated film shined against the light of his cell, highlighting every perfect curve of your body. Paul’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, thumb sliding across the smooth surface as a soft hiss slipped from him.

Fuck, did he miss you. Every single inch. He missed coming back to you after a particularly hard mission, spotting your waiting body under the blankets to which he would climb under, securing his arms around your waist and pulling you in. You would always cuddle close, hand carrying up and down his body, assuring he sustained no major injuries. Sometimes, your gentle touches would illicit something deep inside his stomach— the man using the little bit of energy he had left to show you how excited he was to be back home.

But now, Paul was stuck in this damned cell, paying for his crimes with only fleeting images of you to keep him company. A sad case indeed, but he knew to make due.

Plus, Paul didn’t particularly plan to stay cooped up so long.

For now however, he would satiate himself with what you provided. Paul backed up until his knees hit his bed, sitting down and turning to press his back against the wall. Flipping through the polaroids, the man felt that familiar ache right between his legs. His hips shifted uncomfortably for a moment, blindly reaching for the zipper of his orange jumper. Revealing his white undershirt, and plain black boxes— the man hissed softly the moment his palm dragged across his growing bulge.

Blindly his fingers swept through the waistband of his underwear, curling around his length whilst his freehand flipped to the next photo. The light of your camera shined against your skin, the man wondering if you’d used some type of glittery lotion the way you just seemed to sparkle. A pretty purple set of lacey lingerie cupped your body perfectly, accentuating your breasts and the curve of your ass— and it certainly didn’t help the way your body arched; showing off every inch of your body.

Slowly, Paul’s palm dragged against his dick, teeth tucked tight against his bottom lip, quieting down his soft grunts. His mind was running wild, thoughts of you consuming him entirely. Replays of your past nights together, the man trying to perfectly remember every twitch and every moan you emitted.

He flinched the moment he made contact with his sensitive tip, hips rising right up into his hand. Precum was trickling from his slit, creating a mess he would concern himself with later— for now, the man was focusing on the next polaroid of you.

The picture featured you straddled a pillow, pretty thighs squeezing the plush item whilst covered in black sheer stockings. Hung up by gaterbelts that dug into your plump flesh, attached to the prettiest black underwear that rested high on your hips. Except this one was different then the other, given the undergarment was entirely crotch less; and the moment that realization hit, Paul was knocking his head back against the wall, closing his eyes tight.

“Fucking tease..” The man muttered to himself, eyebrows pushing close as he continued to fuck his hand. As the pleasure grew, he felt his legs widening, even pushing his boxers down further as his actions grew more vigorous. Paul could just imagine it, fingers playing with the lace and with your exposed pussy; fingers sliding across your wetness before dipping in, rubbing against your walls so perfectly you would cry out his name like some sort of prayer.

Paul’s stomach was clenching as time passed, lips parted as soft breaths escaped. His hand formed into a tight, wet fist, hips rising up into it as glossy eyes took in your last final polaroid.

You were completely bare, legs spread, arms opened— completely exposed to the watchful eye of your camera and Paul himself. He couldn’t help but focus between your thighs, wondering if you played with yourself during this process. The man could just guess how excited you were getting the entire time, pretty lips pouted as sweet moans escaped every time you rubbed at your little button.

Maybe you even played with your breasts; pulling and squeezing your nipples until they peaked, that thought alone caused him to twitch, hand falling to his side as the images laid out amongst his bed.

Paul dragged his hand up and down his length urgently, bated breaths and quick swears falling from his lips before he clenched, making a complete mess of his lower half.

Slowly, his hand slid down to his waist, slumping against the wall entirely as soft pants escaped him. His eyes closed, attempting to regain his breath after that little event.

Soon enough Paul’s eyes were opening, peeking at the pictures amongst his blankets, the corner of his mouth twitching into a little smile.

Which slowly fell the moment he glanced down at his legs, releasing the loudest sigh ever.