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nagdabbit · 9 months

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Eddie and Claudio as exes who have to get back together for their depressed cat's sake, I think.

i really intended this one to be a little more lighthearted when i started, but i think it at least ended up cute and shit

title: late shift

The first week had been fine, really. If you'd asked Eddie how he was doing, he would have said he was doing fine. He'd grown used to sleeping alone—both their work schedules being what they were—so it wasn't as if anything had changed, really, it's just that he'd stopped hoping it would.

So his first week as a newly single man, in his newly emptied house, had been fine. Second week, that'd been fine, too.

But then Fido had started getting antsy, looking up and down for something. She'd pace up and down hallways, peak into open doors, make plaintive little noises the whole while.

By the fourth week, the cat started sleeping where Claudio's pillow should've been. Then it was a week or so of Fido standing vigil at the door, right next to Eddie's boots—where Claudio's shoes should have sat.

Six weeks on, and the cat stopped talking to Eddie altogether. She'd pace and stand at the door and cry. She'd pick at her food, pawing bits onto the floor as she waited for Claudio to come and scoop all the spilled bits back into the bowl the way he always had. The few times Eddie had cleaned her mess, Fido had given him an unhappy little chirrup and left to find herself a spot to pout.

It was strange how Claudio really took everything with him when he left.

Two months on, and Eddie had packed up Fido's things and needled Mox into giving him Claudio's new address.

And that had been fine, too. He looked every bit still the same handsome jackass that had walked away in the first place, the fucker. Eddie had hoped he'd look tired, like he wasn't sleeping great, wasn't eating right, but he looked good. And when he spied Eddie on his doorstep, he looked mean and smug.

But that look had softened into something a little more surprised when Fido made an excited little mew from her carrier.

She clearly wants to be with you, he'd said, and sat her down at Claudio's feet. Congrats. You took the last fucking thing from me.

He sighed, taking in the boxes of cat toys Eddie has already carried into the building. He reached out, like he wanted to tough Eddie somehow. Eddie, it's—

No, you don't say shit, just—just take the goddamn cat and let me go home, Eddie had muttered, and stepped back out of Claudio's reach. She wants to be with you.

Claudio had rolled his stupid, pretty eyes. She'll get over it.

She stopped eating, so no, she won't. He'd kicked the box of toys as he turned away. She still doesn't like fish, don't forget.

I remember.

And no catnip. She sn—

She sneezes, I remember.

Glad you remembered something, Eddie and snapped, and walked away before Claudio could say anything more.

Nine weeks as a single man, and Eddie would admit he wasn't doing great. He wasn't sleeping, and his house was too quiet, and work wasn't filling any of the holes that had opened up in his chest and in his head. He was tired, and it wasn't getting any better.

And arriving home from a late shift didn't help matters any, not when his and ex and his cat were waiting for him.

Claudio looked annoyed to be waiting in the cold, but it was softened by Fido cradled against his chest—though she was wriggling to get free. "You're late."

"I'm not, actually." Eddie blinked at the picture they made, sitting camped on their—on Eddie's porch steps. "You just never learned my schedule."

"And you changed the locks," Claudio added, hold on Fido still secure, despite her best efforts.

"No, I didn't," Eddie mumbled and stepped closer. "Not my fault you took the wrong key."

"I did not."

"Is it marked D for door, or G for garage?"

Claudio opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. He looked down at the squirming mess of orange fuzz. "Fido missed you."

On cue, the little cat freed herself with a triumphant chirrup and galloped down the front walk, stretching up to paw at Eddie's legs. He sighed, a little bit of warmth lighting up his chest, and sank down onto the icy cold stone. "C'mere you furry little menace," he grumbled and gathered Fido up into his arms, face pressed into the silky soft, orange fur. "Missed you, too."

There was a sigh in front of him, one of the reluctantly fond ones, and it made Eddie ache. "She'd have gotten over it, eventually," Claudio said, and he just sounded like he was rolling his eyes.

"Well she certainly wasn't happy staying with me."

"Yes, well, she lasted all of an hour before she lost her mind and went looking for you," Claudio scoffed, as if that helped anything. "Why'd you even bring her over? She's a cat."

"Everyone leaves," Eddie muttered, titled his temple against Fido's soft head. "Why would the fucking cat be any different?"

There was a sigh, the one that always came before Claudio skirted around calling Eddie stupid. Right before an argument, the kind when Eddie would get emotional and Claudio would somehow stay calm and make Eddie feel stupid. "Eddie, let's not do this now."

"No, you just up and left. You said you wouldn't and then you did and now…" He snapped his mouth shut and buried his face in Fido's scruff. She was purring like a thunderstorm, kneading biscuits into Eddie's hoodie. "S'as good a'time as any to do this."

"And what do you want me to say?"

"Anything. You just left, you big dumb oaf," he snapped, and stood, making his way up to the porch. He sank down on the steps, keeping a foot or so of distance between them. "You didn't even make it home on our anniversary, and had the fuckin' audacity to ask why I was mad."

"I did not want to, but the bonus was too good to pass up. Which I told you a whole week ahead of time."

It was Eddie's turn to roll his eyes. "Oh, fuck off with your bonus BS."

"I'm trying to make sure we've got a nice retirement fund," Claudio argued back, glowering at Eddie. "Don't you want to be able to enjoy a future together?"

"What good is a future if you're just workin' all the way through the present?" Eddie clenched his jaw against the sting in his eyes, taking a few steadying breaths. "By the time we get there, we ain't even gonna know each other."

Claudio's mouth snapped closed with an audible click. After a few moments, he tentatively closed a little of the distance between them. "I just wanted to make sure we had enough."

"You were already enough."

Claudio stayed quiet for a long moment. "You took terrible hours, too," he murmured, but it sounded like a halfhearted argument at best. He reached over to scritch at Fido's chin, and the thundering purrs grew even louder.

"Fuck else was I s'posed to do? I hate sleepin' alone."

"That's not fair."

"Oh, you wanna talk about fair?"

Claudio sighed, "I do not want to fight."

"Shoulda fallen for somebody else, then."

Claudio ducked his head, a resigned laugh tumbling out of him. "A bit late for that, I suppose."

Charming fucker. Even mad as Eddie was, he still found himself drawn to him. He grumbled wordlessly and buried his face in Fido's soft fur. "You should move back in," Eddie muttered. "F'you don't, Fido'll just stop eating again."

"I would hate for anything to happen to her," he agreed, and Eddie didn't have to look to hear the smile in his voice.

"And you can't work ass hours anymore, either. She gets lonely," he added, quickly. "Ma calls her our daughter for a reason, you gotta actually be part of her life."

"We'll both work better hours." He inched a little closer, "I think we should have a date night."

Eddie scoffed, "We can, but f'you tell Moxie about it, I'll never hear the end of it, so keep it t'yourself."

"Would that really be so bad?" Fido snuggled her head down against Eddie's shoulder, stretching a paw out toward Claudio, begging him to move closer.

Damn cat. Always doing what Eddie was thinking. "Just—promise me you won't just up and leave again."

"You're the one who told me to leave," he pointed out, but it was almost, almost back to that gentle teasing that Eddie had fallen for in the first place.

"Yeah, my kitchen," he grumbled, and glared a little, just to remind the big, Swiss bastard that it had stung. "Not the entire fuckin' relationship."

Claudio sniffed, and turned his nose up, lips twitching toward a smile. "Our kitchen."

"Bullshit. Salt is an ingredient, not a spice. Until you learn that, the kitchen is mine."

Claudio laughed, shoulders relaxing a little. He heaved a great, defeated sigh leaned his weight into Eddie's side, "I love you, too."

"Don't try and charm me, dickhead," Eddie grumbled, letting it happen.

"How can I be trying if it's working?"

"You're moving back in, but you're sleepin' on the couch," he lied.

#prompt fic #aew fic #aew fanfiction #eddie kingston #claudio castagnoli

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Boom Goes The Dynamite

Pairing: Eddie Kingston x Fem Reader

Summary: With the reader in being BCC, she is having a high point in her career and gets along with all of her fellow members, but one thing that worries her is that her lover, Eddie Kingston, has a bad past with the newest member, Claudio and she learns just how jealous he can get when he sees them interacting, but comes to know that they truly want each other...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (a bit of Angst, swearing)

Word Count: k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Being in the Blackpool Combat Club was a great career decision. I was learning so much, bettering myself, and kicking ass with great friends of mine.

Seeing Claudio Castagnoli join was a surprise at first but I see why William chose him. There was no denying how phenomenal he was in that ring. Only one thing that was negative about this?

I wasn’t dating Eddie Kingston just yet, but we were very intimate and had a strong relationship already. It worried me because I had already seen how protective Eddie was of me and everyone knew how much he disliked Claudio.

Faith prevailed though. Having to partner up in blood and guts, they worked together and even hugged each other in the end.

It felt good in my soul and gave me hope that all could all get along and enjoy our time in AEW together.

We all had to stick together too with Chris Jericho still dragging this drama along, I got into a fight with Tay Conti and it was just a mess.

But one thing we all loved? Violence. We kicked ass like we always did and on Dynamite, we wrapped up our fun after Jon won his match against Brody King.

In the back, we went to go take photos and it went to show just how much heart was in BCC.

At first, they wanted to be all serious, then Yuta influenced us to take a photo of us in a line, hugging each other like we were going to prom.

I had no issues with it, being first in line with Claudio behind me.

“Smile bright,” Claudio wrapped his arms around me, his chest in my back then leaned back a little to follow the guys.

It made me laugh, smiling brightly for the camera and that was our last shot, pulling them all for a big hug:

“I know you all like to act all tough, but I love you guys.”

“Just don’t tell anybody,” Mox joked, having us all in a big laugh, but I noticed Mox’s eyes drifting away at something.

I really didn’t think anything of it, parting ways for the night and the only person on my mind at that time was Eddie.

Skipping my way down to his locker room, I was ready to give him the biggest, best hug because I knew how much Chris has been getting to him.

“Hey, Eddie!” I poked my head in the door, the smile on my face disappearing.

His anger could change the entire atmosphere in a room and in his locker room, the bad feeling was so strong and scary.

“Did something happen?” I wondered, stepping in to see him in his chair, angrily packing his bag.

“Why don’t you go and ask Claudio Hm?” He was throwing his boots into his bag, refusing to look at me, but the redness growing in his face was so visible, “Since you let him just hug all of you and sweet talk you.”

“Really, Eddie?” I scoffed; now I realized what Mox was staring at, “You know that it is NOTHING like that!”

“Sure didn’t look like it!” He snapped back, about staring a hole through me, “I saw how he was smiling and holding you! And you love him?!”

“Okay, now you’re just assuming shit!” I was getting just as angry as him, “I meant it as a whole. You know how good the combat club has been for me. We are a family!”

“I have never liked him and you know that,” He glares, “I was going to be the bigger man and set it aside. But nope! He crossed the line!”

“If he crossed the line, then why are you over here bitching at me?!” I was near tears, I knew that he was a hot head, but God it was frustrating, “You trust me, don’t you?”

It was rare for him not to respond and when he didn’t? It just made me even angrier, done with the situation.

“You know what, I’m not gonna entertain this. I’m gonna go hang with the guys tonight since you don’t want me anymore over something stupid! “

Since he liked to assume things, I did the same and fling the door open just for it to close.

Turning around, his kiss pushed my back into the door, pressing his body against mine and it calmed the both of us, leaving us panting when he picked his head up.

Staring into his eyes, I could tell it was his insecurities that were speaking for him and as hard as it was for him to admit, he said softly:

"I know it wasn't you alright? I just-"

"Eddie, look at me," I held his head up straight so I could say into his eyes, "If I didn't want you. I wouldn't be here right now. I'm not a liar."

"I know you're not and neither am I," He stared back, getting off his chest, "And I know what to do."

I just gave him a look, curious as to what he meant and his next kiss said it all, especially when he pulled me into a deep, strong embrace, bringing me away from the door and pressing against my lips:

"Every man in this world will know to back off when they know that you're my girl. You are my girl, Y/N."

"Don't want to be anyone else's, Eddie," I meant wholeheartedly, holding his face and kisses, going off like dynamite and seeing something new.

His eyes, hands, and motives all screamed possessiveness, but it was all from the heart. Every touch of our lips was like an explosion, let alone how quickly our clothes disappeared and scattered around the room, needing a moment while laying back and giving myself to him.

I never expected our first time to be like this, but it was still as magical as I thought of it in my head. For a man who didn't like his body, I loved him from head to toe, fixed on the size of his cock when his chest collided with mine.

"Something wrong?" He looked down then up into my eyes and I quickly shook my head, pushing the gas pedal with another kiss:

"I just want you, Eddie."

"Like that?" I let him have his moment to be cocky and confident as he rightfully earned it, having me moaning his name already with the stretch his cock gave in me, already holding on to him tightly:

"All of you. If I'm your girl, you're my man."

"Damn right, baby," He kissed, helping ease the feeling of his cock burying into me, grinding his hips against mine, smiling at every noise I made.

Not needing the talk, I needed to feel how good he was and how good he was making me feel. Having to savor it as I longed for it for quite some time. He lived up to my every expectation, better than anything I ever could have thought of.

"See that?" He rose up for a moment, seeing how much length of his cock was left despite feeling so full, two fingers slapping my clit and having me squeal, gasping at how even fuller I felt, his hips slamming back into mine, fingers still rubbing my clit and about making me stupid along with his thrust, watching him, "That pussy's mine."

"God, yes" I whined, squeezing my eyes shut tight, rattling down to the bone, moisture audible and growing, pulling some dirty thoughts out of me too, "Keep beating it, Eddie!"

"You like the way I beat it, huh?" His laugh was so bad but sexy, seeing me this way putting him in a world of his own and taking me right along with it, "All that squeezing already told me, baby."

"You're just so damn good," My nerves burned so hot that it had my body curling, beginning to sit up from it, till he took my wrists and pinned me down, bodies sticking together and hips rocking together, growing faster in tempo.

Even though it was our first time, he just knew, kissing along my chin and jaw, rising our hips out so he could pound even deeper and giving it harder, dying to have this feeling for the first time:

"Gonna let me feel you cum? Gonna cum all over my dick?"

"All over it," I knew how the talk made him work harder and it gosh, it drove me wild, taking me to a place I was positive that only he could take me, the snap in my core having me grow frantic though, leaning my hands down to interlock with his, squeezing for dear life as my legs latched around his hips, crying out, "I'm cuming, Eddie!"

He took my hands in his and squeezed back just as hard, thrusts slowing but kept fucking me right through my massive orgasm, slicking both our thighs and having his cock soaked, pressing his forehead to mine and kissing against my moaning mouth:

"Fuck, Y/N. That's fucking amazing."

"Amen to that," I tried to kiss back, having him laughing a little at how my head dropped, finally managing to breathe with his thrusts slowing down.

Pulling me into his arms, letting our bodies rest and feel, I was never in a better place, proud to be his girl and reminding him once again, but more playfully:

"Definitely don't want another man after that."

"Won't get it good like I give it, baby," He smiled against my cheek and laughed at me again:

"Amen, Eddie. Amen."

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banannabethchase · 5 months

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We'll Do More than Just Get By Together- also on AO3

After officially getting together, Yuta and Danny are having serious feelings about each other and glasses. And those feelings are leading them to…new discoveries.

A Chanukah gift for my dear @sarahcakes613! Happy Chanukah, darling! Also my first time writing breeding kink, so. Here. Title from Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy. Sequel to Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem.

Danny’s been silent, curled into Yuta’s side for hours. He doesn’t deal with loss the way Yuta does, doesn’t brush it off and move on. At least, when it’s against Bryan. Yuta wonders, briefly, if joining the BCC back when he was supposed to would have changed that. He hopes not.

“Baby,” he murmurs, “you’re going to fuck up your neck if you keep leaning like this. C’mon, move.”

Danny digs himself further into Yuta’s side, throwing long legs over his lap like he’s demanding the comfort.

“You’re taking this really hard,” Yuta sighs, wrapping his arms around Danny. “You still have two more matches in the tournament.”

Danny makes an indignant, pissed off noise, and Yuta stops just in case he’s about to say something. But no. Still furious silence. “Okay, then I’ll keep talking.” He resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Losing to Bryan Danielson isn’t a bad thing. Everybody loses to him. Even – even fucking Page went to a time limit draw, okay?” He plays with the collar of Danny’s tee shirt, soft and worn. “And then you almost went time limit with Claudio, which is fucking insane, since, well, Claudio.” He doesn’t know what to say when it comes to Andrade. He doesn’t know him like he knows Claudio and Bryan, doesn’t know just how brutal he can be behind closed doors in a workout.

Danny shifts a little, a tiny movement of his head, so one of his eyes is now peering up at Yuta. “Not gonna say anything about Andrade?”

“I don’t know him,” Yuta says. “All I can say is you’re way hotter than he is.”

Danny immediately breaks into a smile, turning so his head is even worse craned than it was before. “Yeah?”

“Okay,” Yuta sighs, rolling his eyes. “Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”

“Then swim away better,” Danny says. He relaxes back into place, covering Yuta like a blanket. “Next I have Eddie and Brody.”

“You do,” Yuta says. He intentionally doesn’t mention how Eddie yanked him aside during Collision to tell him not to be mad when he kills Danny.

Danny groans and rolls off the bed to face plant onto the carpet. “The problem is they’re hot,” Yuta thinks he says. He’d like to break Danny of the habit of speaking into non-speaker objects, but it doesn’t seem to be possible. “So I get distracted, because they’re all hot and, like, strong, and fucking incredible wrestlers.” He rolls over, starfishing on the ground. He looks at Yuta.

“What?” Yuta asks.

“I’m trying to figure out how to insult you, but I can’t figure it out.” He sighs. “Is this what love is?”

“No,” Yuta says, and he slides down to the floor to get Danny in a seatbelt in three seconds flat. Danny’s giggling but not fighting him for real, kicking his legs at Yuta’s face. “This is.”

Yuta makes it through Collision alone the next night. Danny had match research to do, whatever that means, so Yuta was stuck navigating everything on his own. Since March he’d gotten used to Danny being around him all the time, next to him when he showered, all over him in Lyfts back to the hotel. Now, as he walks across the highway and streets the short path back to the hotel, he almost feels lonely.

He’s pretty sure being in love is mildly annoying. But it’s worth it.

He unlocks the door of the hotel to see Danny curled up in their hotel bed with his glasses on. His heart stutters.

“Hey,” he says, letting his bag slide to the floor. “Wearing the glasses again?”

Danny looks up and wrinkles his nose, the glasses adjusting. Yuta’s brain fucks up a little. “And?”

“They’re cute,” Yuta says. He kicks off his shoes and walks to the bed. Without a word, he takes Danny’s iPad out of his hands and sets it to the side. “You’re cute.”

Danny grins up at him. “It’s the glasses, isn’t it.”

“Yeah,” Yuta says, scoffing. “You look all cute and –” He cuts himself off. “Well, you know how you look.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “Cute and what?”

Yuta sighs, sliding his hands up Danny’s shirt until Danny shifts to let him take it off. “A little submissive,” he murmurs, kissing the side of Danny’s neck. “Like you’re all mine.”

“Submissive?” Danny asks. “I’m not submissive!”

“You are, a little,” Yuta says. He kisses down Danny’s collarbone, his chest, his tummy. He glances over and Danny lifts his hips. “See? I don’t even have to see anything and you let me do whatever I want to.” He licks up Danny’s cock when it pops out of his sweatpants. “You trust me,” he teases, sucking just the head of Danny’s cock into his mouth. Danny whimpers. “So you know whatever I do is gonna be good.”

“N-not submissive,” Danny stammers. He doesn’t thrust, exactly, more twitches. “Just – I know you’ll do what I like.”

Yuta grins. “I think it’s a little more than that, baby.” He digs his fingers in as he sinks down on Danny’s cock again, bobbing up and down, then he pulls back off, basking in Danny’s little whimpers.

“Please keep – okay, I’ll be submissive if you keep doing that,” Danny whines.

Yuta does as Danny asks for a few minutes, then pulls back for just a second. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “Like I said.”

They end up arguing about whose home to go back to after Collision and end up going to their own places for a few days, only to meet up Tuesday night in Garland, ravenous for each other.

“You’re wearing the fucking glasses again,” Danny gasps, shoving Yuta up against the wall once the door closes behind them. “That’s not fair.”

“You’re wearing them too!” Yuta says. He pulls at his clothes, at Danny’s, and then the two of them are all over each other in bed. “Fucking glasses, making you look all – fuck.”

He’s not gentle with it, not slow. They’ve been apart for only a few days but it’s too long for Yuta to pretend he can wait. Danny’s just as demanding as always, insisting on faster, harder, more immediate, and Yuta is all too willing to oblige.

“On your back,” Yuta insists. “Wanna see that pretty face of yours in those glasses.”

“I’m not pretty,” Danny argues, but he throws a leg over Yuta’s shoulders and spreads the other as Yuta lines himself up. “I’m rugged! Handsome!”

“You can be all of those things,” Yuta says. The two of them groan in tandem as Yuta pushes into him. “God, you feel good. How’s it only been a couple days and it feels this good?”

“What, like I’m not a good fuck two days in a row?” Danny digs his heel into Yuta’s shoulder, rolling his hips up. “That feels like slut shaming.”

“Don’t – shut up.”

Immediately Danny’s eyes widen, his mouth closed.

“You like that?” Yuta asks, grinning. He picks up speed. “Want me to tell you want to do?”

“I hate it, but yes,” Danny says. “I – yes.”

Yuta laughs, and even he can hear it’s a little mean. He grabs at Danny’s thigh. “You’ll do whatever I ask you to, won’t you,” Yuta says, fucking Danny deep. “Don’t even have to ask for it – you know I’ll do exactly what you want.”

Danny nods, eyes squeezed shut. “Yeah,” he says, “yeah, fuck.”

He turns his head and bites a kiss into Danny’s calf. “Get you all riled up like this and you’re so goddamned sweet for me.”

“Yeah, Daddy.”

Yuta pauses. “What?”

Danny’s eyes fly open in a panic. “Um.”

“Sorry, you think I’m old enough to be a Daddy?!” he asks, frowning down at Danny. He’s still hard, though. Both of them are. He takes note of it.

“I don’t know!” Danny says, cheeks flushed pink. “I just – the glasses.” He shrugs and rolls his hips a little, grinning when Yuta gasps. “They work on you, you know?” Yuta meets his hip roll with a thrust of his own. “Make you look all distinguished.”

“Oh, I get it,” Yuta says. “This is you agreeing that, when I wear my glasses, I look distinguished and all, in your words, Daddy, and when you wear them, you look all cute.” He licks his lips, and tries something. “All submissive and sweet like when you wanna be.”

Danny lets out the tiniest whimper. “I – yes,” he concedes, and Yuta rewards him with some long, easy strokes.

“Submissive and breedable,” Yuta says, grinning. Danny squawks in indignation. “See how easy it is to be real with yourself?” Yuta murmurs. “But do you really think I can pull off – do you really see me and go, ‘Oh, he’s Daddy’?”

Danny shrugs, bracing himself against the headboard. “It’s an energy, right?” Yuta nods with a shrug. “Why?” He rolls his hips to meet Yuta. “Who do you think of when you think Daddy?”

Yuta continues fucking Danny slow as he thinks. “I think Billy Gunn.”

Danny stares at him. “You immediately go for Billy Gunn when you think Daddy?!”

“Am I wrong?”

“No, I guess – no! But, like.” He rolls his eyes. “God, you’re predictable. Of course you think of a guy who could literally be your father.”

“I don’t think of guys that way. I don’t look for Daddies,” Yuta replies. He smirks down at Danny. “Clearly. Look at you.”

“Shut up.” Danny’s flamed red and hard as hell, and Yuta fucks him until the bitchy look in his eyes fades to bliss again.

“Tell me who else,” Yuta teases. “Who else do you think of when you think Daddy?”

“Mox, obviously,” Danny replies.

“Mox?!”

“You sound shocked,” Danny says. “Are you not into it or something?”

“No, I am. But not the way you are.” He licks his lips as Danny rolls up against him.

“So it’s that you wouldn’t call anybody else Daddy?”

Yuta sighs. “Danny. Again.” He slowly fucks Danny until Danny’s squirming, panting, whimpering. “I want you to think real hard about that.”

“Okay,” Danny gasps, “okay, yeah, you want – you – does that mean I can call you Daddy in bed now?”

Yuta thinks about it, fucking him more deeply, intentionally, quickly. “Yeah,” he says, grinning. “Only if you wear the glasses in bed a little more and I can call you baby whenever I want.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “You always call me baby.”

Yuta leans down and bites at Danny’s earlobe. “Exactly.”

Danny comes with a cry. “Fuck, Daddy,” he whimpers.

Apparently Yuta does like it – he comes so hard he sees stars.

Danny’s started to play dirty, Yuta’s figured out. He’ll walk down the hallway past him and lean into Yuta’s ear. He’ll whisper, “You look good, Daddy,” in front of everyone, then walk away with a bitchy little grin. Yuta can’t decide if he wants to kill him or fuck him in the middle of the ring about it.

It’s the Dynamite before World’s End when Yuta basically snaps. Danny’s teasing him, he knows Danny’s teasing him, but knowing what he’s doing doesn’t make it easier to handle. Every time they go back to the hotel and fuck like rabbits, he thinks it’ll get out of his system. Instead, it just builds. He’s pretty sure it’s making things harder.

Multiple things.

“If you don’t get yourself under control,” he says, grabbing Danny by the waist and yanking him close after the third time Danny backed his ass into Yuta’s crotch, “I’m gonna do something really stupid in front of the whole company.”

Danny laughs, loud enough that other people notice. “Yeah? Promise?”

“Oh my god,” Yuta says. “You’re impossible.”

Danny shrugs. “Not doing anything worse than what Matt does backstage.”

“Do you really want to be slightly better than Matt Jackson?” Yuta asks.

Danny opens his mouth, then closes it. “I’m not gonna say what I’m thinking.”

“You better not.”

Danny and Yuta turn around. Hangman’s sitting there, arms folded over his chest.

“We were just leaving,” Yuta says, and he grabs Danny’s hand and yanks him down the hallway. “This is what I mean, you dumbass. You’re gonna get us killed.”

“You’re the one who was insulting Matt Jackson at the Matt Jackson company,” Danny says.

“Okay, technically, it’s not an insult – just stop talking.” He shoves Danny down on the couch of the BCC locker room. “Stay there.”

“What if Bryan shows up?”

Yuta groans and rolls his eyes. “Tell him you’re acting like Mox back at the first Forbidden Door and he’ll understand.”

Danny blinks. “Do I want to know?”

“No,” Yuta says, the memory of Mox practically trying to climb Okada because Bryan wouldn’t confirm or deny if Claudio was coming burned in his mind. “No, you do not.”

“Get in the Lyft before I jump you in public,” Danny says once Yuta gets back from his match.

“Can’t I shower first?”

“Nope,” Danny says, scanning Yuta’s body. It’s hunger in his eyes, and Yuta feels consumed by it. “I like it when I can still see your ring work on you.”

“Wouldn’t the bruises be enough for that?” Okada hits hard, and Yuta kind of regrets being Bryan’s trio tag partner for the match. Mox got the worst of it, at least, but Mox likes getting his ass beat.

Danny licks his lips. “Yeah, no,” he says.

His hand is in Yuta’s lap during the drive as he continues a conversation about basketball with the Lyft driver. Yuta’s barely able to count the stores as he passes by, trying desperately not to lose it before they even get back to the hotel.

“Alright, thanks!” Yuta says, his voice higher pitched than usual as he vaults out of the car. He leaves it to Danny to take care of the tip and the pleasantries, because the situation in his pants is pretty obvious and dire right now. “C’mon, Danny.”

“Who’s being like Matt now?” Danny says, and he’s infuriatingly collected right now. He takes Yuta’s hand, the one he’d been using to cover his tented crotch. Yuta swings his bag in front of his dick.

“I’m either gonna fuck you or kill you within the next five minutes. It’s your choice which.”

By the time they’re up the elevator and in the hotel room, Yuta’s shoved Danny up against the wall and ripped his tee-shirt off to get at his collarbone.

“Holy fuck,” Danny whimpers. “Yeah, okay.”

“Shut the fuck up and get naked,” Yuta growls. “Fuckin’ tease. God, I can’t stand you sometimes.”

“The way you’ve got your hands all over me says otherwise,” Danny says, laughing.

Yuta grabs him around the waist with one arm and throws him on the bed. “I can’t believe how much I love you,” he grumbles, diving on top of Danny. He yanks down his sweats. “That’s the only reason I’m not, like, throttling you right now.”

“You could, if you want,” Danny says, and his smile is somehow both bitchy and adorable. “I’d be down.”

Yuta rolls his eyes and dives at Danny, sliding his tongue into his mouth and a hand into his hair. It’s finally long enough to tug, and Danny whines.

“There you go,” Yuta chuckles. “You’re so much easier when you stop talking.”

Danny rolls them, over. “Oh, wait,” he says, pausing mid-straddle. “I have to take my contacts out.” He grins, knowingly, and Yuta might be forced to kill him. “Don’t want my eyes drying out.”

“You’re the fucking worst,” Yuta groans, dropping back onto the bed.

“You should put your glasses on too, too,” Danny says. His gaze is searing when he adds, “Daddy.”

“Fucking Christ. Fine.” Yuta stands up and takes his contacts out with more aggression than necessary and shoves his glasses on his face. Danny’s taking his sweet ass time. “Hurry up!”

“Why?” Danny asks, meeting Yuta’s eyes in the mirror. “You want something?”

Yuta’s nice enough to wait until the glasses are on his face before he grabs Danny at the ass, hauls him into his arms, and manhandles him back to the bed. “You’re so goddamned lanky,” Yuta grumbles. “Where the fuck do I even put all this leg of yours?”

“You like me in the trunks, is what I’m hearing,” Danny says.

“Yes, obviously.” Yuta gets his hands all over Danny, stroking, touching, pressing. He can’t get enough of Danny, never can, but right now it’s worse than normal. He bites at Danny’s neck, marking him with tiny bruises that belong to him. He presses Danny’s hands to the side of the bed with a hand. He wishes he could press his fingerprints into Danny’s skin. It might be proof enough for Danny that he’s in this for good. When he opens Danny up, he makes Danny look him in the eyes.

“Just like that,” Yuta says. “You tell me what you want. All of it.”

“Fuck me,” Danny says, automatically. “In the glasses. Fuck me and make me remember it.” He squeezes his eyes shut as Yuta strokes inside him, determined to make it last, to make Danny beg for it. “I wanna feel it on the plane tomorrow, please.”

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. Danny whines when he twists his fingers, when he pumps them faster, when he adds more lube. “You won’t be able to stop thinking about it, baby. I’ll get you all over good.” He takes his free hand and presses it, oh so gently, to one of the bruises on Danny’s chest. One Yuta made, one that belongs to him. “Just touch this and know I’m on you.”

Danny exhales slowly, deeply. “Fucking hell, Yuta.”

“I think you’re ready,” Yuta says, twisting his fingers again. Danny twitches his lips up. “Are you?”

Danny nods frantically. “Yes. Please, Yuta, please.” His eyes go big and pleading. “Wheeler, Daddy, please.”

“Fucking – god, when you say it like that.” He pulls his fingers out and lines up his dick. “Yeah?”

“Give it to me,” Danny demands, eyes fire on Yuta. “Hard. Now.”

Yuta slides in without another warning, and Danny whines. “There you go.”

“C’mon,” Danny says, bucking his hips. “There – I want you – now.”

Yuta does as Danny asks, gives it to him hard enough that the bed starts hitting the wall.

“God, yes, Daddy,” Danny whines, tangling his fingers with Yuta’s. Yuta goes as hard as he can, intent on giving Danny exactly what he wants. He goes quiet, focused on Danny’s face, on the way purple bruises bloom, on the idea that Danny is his. His face goes wanting and pinched before too long, the telltale sign that Danny is about to come all over himself.

“You wanna come?” Yuta asks, keeping pace. “I know what that face means. You’re close.”

Danny nods frantically. “Please. Keep – just like that.”

“Yeah, you like that?” Yuta says, and he doesn’t even know what’s coming out of his mouth. He just keeps talking, desperate to get Danny wild and out of his mind even more. “You like it when Daddy gives it to you good?”

“Keep that up,” Danny pleads, voice hardly more than a whine. “Oh, my god.”

Yuta’s been worked up for so long he knows he’s sprinting toward the point of no return. He’s not willing to leave Danny hanging. “Yeah?” Yuta asks. “You want me to fill you up? Wanna get filled with Daddy’s come? Make sure it takes?”

“Holy fuck.” Danny’s eyes fly open and he grips at Yuta’s biceps, nails digging.

He isn’t keeping track of what he’s saying, focused only on how he wants Danny to look like this for him forever. “Gonna knock you up so you’re mine forever.”

Danny comes with a groan from so deep within himself Yuta didn’t know it existed. The look of it, the feel of Danny clenching down on his cock, is the end of it for Yuta. He shoves himself into Danny and loses all sense of himself beyond where he’s touching Danny. He doesn’t even have the energy to pull out. He just collapses on top of him.

They’re silent, breathing in tandem as the sweat and come dry on their skin. Yuta tries not to panic, the echo of his words ringing in his ears. But he remembers: Danny trusts him. And he trusts that Danny would tell him if something was wrong.

After god knows how much time, he feels fingers gently running through his hair.

“So,” Danny says. “That was new.”

Yuta chuckles into Danny’s skin. “Was.”

Danny pulls a little, enough to encourage Yuta to life his head. There’s the tiniest hint of a laugh in his tone when he asks, “You wanna knock me up?”

This time, Yuta’s the one turning pink. “I – okay, it just came out.”

“It was good!” Danny says. “Don’t get me wrong, that, uh.” He licks his lips, flicking his eyes to the side. “That felt good.”

“The words felt good?” Yuta rolls to the side, still keeping his fingertips tangled with Danny’s.

Danny turns his head. “You like – love – me so much you wanna keep me forever.” He reaches up and brushes a thumb along Yuta’s cheekbone. “You don’t see how that would…well, after everything with Bryan, with how we started…” He presses his lips together, searching Danny’s face. “It makes me feel like you’re really choosing me.”

Yuta licks his lips, eyes on Danny’s mouth. “It wasn’t weird?”

Danny shakes his head. “Not at all.” He grins. “But there is one problem with al of this.”

“Problem?”

Danny nods. “Unfortunately, you were right.”

“I was?”

Danny breaks into a grin. “Remember that time you teased me and said I looked submissive and breedable with my glasses on?”

Yuta laughs so hard Danny gets him in a headlock, but it’s worth it. It’s so worth it.

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