dude phineas and ferb brings back so much nostalgia, it scares me...
Summary- Dominant Paul, *squeals* after re reading this for edits I have realized he is somewhat dominant *boos*
Era- 1967
------------------Your POV---
"It's been ages since Paul and I have had rough sex," I complain to my friends, Crystal, Alice and Mary-Jane.
"Sweetheart, maybe you could tease him, flirt with other guys, make him jealous," Crystal suggests.
"Maybe, but I don't want things to go wrong, y'know?" I shrug.
"Well don't over do it, you know Molly and her husband are gorillas, and she gets him rough by flirting with his mates," Alice adds, before taking another drag off her cigarette.
"Whatever at least we give good advice, unlike your Aunt Nora," Mary snickers.
"Y'know what, maybe I will do that!" I squeal, getting pulled into a hug from the girls.
I stand up, rubbing my lower back with the palm of my hand since the floor was uncomfortable.
"Okay see you all later this week," I ask unsure.
"Of course!" Alice beams, rushing to give me another tight embrace.
"Okay Alice don't kill the poor girl, she still needs some cock," Mary chuckles, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
"Okay, now I think you all should leave," I move my hand in a shoo type fashion, before walking out of the lounge.
-------------time skip provided to you by Ringo's dancing---
It's been a week since I've had the talk with the ladies. And tonight was the perfect time to set my plan into action. See, we were going to a small get together at George's flat, meaning I could flirt with at least two people. All I needed to do, is not let ANY action happen only little touches, and I had to make sure Paul could see it.
I scan my closet, looking for an outfit that could make me look like a meal Paul would want to devour. My eyes fall onto a rather short, white dress, with spaghetti straps. It was very plain, but would fit all my curves.
I pull it off of the hanger. Right away, I yank off my shirt and shorts, slipping the dress over my head. I lower the dress a tad, making it more snug around my lady bits.
Well here goes nothing.
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I take a long sip from my drink as I watch Paul engage in a conversation. I can't help but smile at how much passion he puts in his words. Maybe it was the way he used his hands to make a 'boom' or the way is eyes would widen making his perfectly plucked eyebrows raise.
I see a smirk form on his face once he catches me staring. I shoot my eyes to somewhere else, my cheeks now feeling incredibly hot.
And that's when I find my prey.
Ringo.
He'd always flirt with me, he had a little thing for me not too long ago-so why not, I stand up slowly, making sure Paul's eyes are on me. I strut over towards Ringo, his eyes now drifting towards me.
"Hi Richie," I smile leaning against the counter beside us.
"O-oh hello Y/n, ye look fantastic," His eyes follow my curvy figure. I giggle at this, causing him to blush and dart his blue eyes to meet mine.
"So Richie, any new projects you're working on," I begin to massage his shoulder slightly, pressing the pad of my thumb deeply into his flesh.
"Oh that feels nice," His shoulders lower a tad, "And not really, everything's with them," He chuckles.
"I'm sure it does," I now let my other hand walk up to his out growing hair.
"Shite, Paul's looking over," He gives a little point. I casually turn my head to see the boiling eyes of my beloved. He was fuming, maybe this would work after all. I give him a little wave with my fingers, then returning to Ringo.
I lean into his ear, "Let 'im look," I purr.
Just a second after, I hear footsteps creating large creaks on the floor boards.
"We're leaving, I'm sorry Richard," Paul grasp my wrist tightly, he's never been this rough before with me.
He tugs on my arm, making me trail right behind him. His grasp becomes much firmer once we reach John.
"Bye John, bye George," He gives a tight wave.
"Wait why are ye leaving so-" George didn't get to finish that sentence as Paul has already swung the door open.
"What the fuck do ye think ye were doing?!" He shouts at me, throwing me into his car. The cool air fly's into my dress, sending a shock of shivers.
"I-I," I can feel an arousal creep in, he was so sexy when he was all mad.
"Ye know what, ye don't get to speak. So shut up and don't dare ye look at me!" He growls, clutching the wheel. He presses the gas and speeds down the road.
"Its not like I shagged him though!" I shout back.
"Oh really? I bet ye wanted to. Ye saw me face get all mad, and what do you do? YOU CONTINUE TO JUST WHISPER DIRTY THINGS INTO HIS EAR!" He yells, if words could kill.
I scoff loudly, exaggerating my fake anger. Sure I started this mess, but he wasn't fucking me yet now was he?
We finally reach the house, to my delight. I swing the car door open, slamming it shut once I'm out. Paul speed walks to me, pulling on my arm again as we enter the flat.
He picks me up, my arse right next to his head, and my head below his waist.
"Paul put me down!" I whine, hitting him weakly with my fists.
I don't get a reply, instead I get a smack to the bum. Once we reach the room I get thrown on the bed harshly, with Paul now hovering over me.
Paul sinks his teeth deeply into my neck, using his hands to pin my wrists by my side to prevent my squirming.
"Ohh fuck," I moan out, tilting my head to the side giving him extra room.
"Ye little slut, ye like that don't ye," He sucks on some of my skin, letting his knee brush against my wet pussy.
There was no passion in the cold mist of our bedroom- pure craving and pure lust. The scent of my enticing perfume mixed with his masculine cologne created a new form of want for both of us.
His hands tugged my dress down to my ankles. I kicked it off, dripping from excitement.
Paul aggressively attacked my bra, yanking it down to my waist letting my breasts fly out. His lips flew to my nipples, biting down hard.
"Oh fuck Paul!" I moan out.
He simply smirks at this. His fingers now take the place of his tongue as he pinches my erect nipples, not breaking his gaze with me.
"Fuck Paul,"
He stands up for a moment before slipping of his trousers and soon boxers. I nod at his shirt, which he then slides off. His erection inflames me more than before. He pounces on me once again. Using his teeth, he pulls my knickers off, tossing them across our now heated bedroom.
Without warning, he rams his cock far into me, not giving me time to adjust.
"Shite Paul!" I scream out, immediately tightening around his length.
"Shut up and let me fuck yer cunt," He hisses into my ear, dragging his teeth on my skin.
His thrusts are hard and rough, the way I miss them.
"Oh yes, FUCK ME PAUL!" I moan out.
"I SAID SHUT UP WHORE!" He bites so hard on my lip, I'm shocked he didn't draw blood.
With each pound, the more sweat drips down his beautiful frame.
I can now feel his pulsating member twitch inside my cunt. I giggled at this knowing his end was closer than mine.
"CUM INSIDE ME PAULIE, SHOW ME I'M YOURS!" I cry out, digging and scratching his smooth back.
That must've sent him over the edge, since he shoots his climax far into me, not pulling out. Instead, he slams himself into me harder then he has today.
"OH PAUL, I'M-" My walls grip around his shaft, allowing my jucies to flood out onto his cock. My breathing speeds up rapidly with my bliss.
Now Paul pulls out. He flops beside me, toying with my sweaty locks.
"Y'know I heard that conversation between ye and yer mates the other week, I hope I did alright," He blushes shyly.
"Aw Paul you did incredible," I give him a peck on the cheek.
His hazel orbs dift down to my chest and neck, which is covered in scratches, bite marks and hickeys.
"I didn't hurt you right!" His tone now worried.
"Of course not, it was rather attractive," I blush.
"Well then," He jumps onto me.
"Prepare for a round two," He hisses.
"Okay daddy,"
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