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adamcoled · 6 years

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just friends | kyle o’reilly

college au kyle o’reilly x reader

summary: sharing an apartment with kyle has, understandably, caused some feelings to develop. yet, you’re still hellbent on convincing everyone you’re just friends.

word count: 1,855

a/n: the inspiration for this came out of nowhere, so i just quickly typed it up and rolled with it. (aka i’ll probably revisit this sometime and completely rewrite it)

tag friends: @reigns420 @thirstiswet @xfirespritex @earthtwojess @notlikemostlunatics @mysteryoflovve @organicmillie @rollins-princess214 @scuzmunkie

With each fleeting glance at the clock in the corner of your laptop screen, you felt your motivation deplete and your exhaustion grow. The only thing preventing you from passing out right there on that uncomfortable chair was the brightness from the screen in front of you and the considerable amount of coffee you’d consumed earlier to avoid this very moment. As the moon sat in the sky above, summoning most people to bed – not you, a stressed college student, of course – it pulled on your eyelids much like it pulls the tides, trying relentlessly to lure you into sleep. But you couldn’t sleep, not yet, not when you were cramming for an exam you really couldn’t afford to fail; it was common knowledge that taking an exam after a sleepless night tends to lead to a less-than-amazing grade, but you assumed it’d balance out with all the studying. Or maybe cancel out – PEMDAS, right?

The gentle lo-fi music in the background was no longer doing much to improve your focus, instead creating a wonderfully serene atmosphere perfect for sleep, complete with Kyle’s light snores in the background.

Kyle. You’d forgotten he was even in the room with how deep into your cramming you were, and when you turned around from your desk – which could hardly be distinguished as a desk with the incredible amount of papers and books sprawled across it – you found him sleeping rather soundly on his bed, face pressed against the pillow and arm nearly dangling off. His face was towards you and you silently wished he was turned the other way because you hated how cute you found him right now.

You’d never thought you would be sharing an apartment with him, but when your hunt for a roommate was growing exceptionally bleak, one of your friends mentioned his similar roommate search and at that point, you were desperate for anyone to split the rent with.

So, that’s how you came to share a roommate with Kyle O’Reilly – and how you grew to become best friends, even if you wanted something more, even if your friends swore there was something more. Each time they made that silly remark, you’d wave your hand and brush them off, and then Kyle would sneak up behind you and talk about the movie he’d picked out for the two of you to watch that night. Then, he’d walk off, tossing a goodbye over his shoulder, unaware that he would become the topic of interest between you and your friends.

“Just friends, right?” Nia joked, mocking your words from every previous conversation involving Kyle. You rolled your eyes as everyone else at the table snickered at Nia’s joke, a symbol of their agreement.

“Just friends,” you repeated, slowly for emphasis, ��we watch movies together. Like friends.”

“And what occurs during these friendly movie nights?” Bayley inquired, resting her chin on folded hands.

“Arguments over who the best character is,” you answered, fully aware they didn’t believe your honest answer by the looks they all gave each other. “Reallll romantic.”

Deeply engrossed in that memory, you hadn’t even noticed one of Kyle’s eyes crack open, a lazy smile plastered on his face as he realized you were turned towards him.

“Hey, kiddo,” he spoke, voice muffled with his face still planted on the pillow. “You’re still up?”

“I told you I really need to pass this exam,” you sighed, spinning around in the chair so you were facing your laptop and books once more. You heard the sound of sheets rustling behind you and then felt Kyle’s chin resting on your shoulder.

“And you will,” he assured, reaching forward to close the open book you had been trying to read for fifteen minutes – it wasn’t going very well since your brain was clouding with the desire to sleep.

“Kyle! I don’t even remember what page I was on,” you groaned, attempting to open the book once more before his hand halted your movements. You moved your heard only slightly so that you could actually see his face, and when you did, you found him with the most serious expression he could muster.

“I’m not letting you stay up all night killing your brain cells for an exam you’re already going to do great on.”

A rebuttal was just about to drip off your tongue – one about how you still had so much more content to cover that would certainly make an appearance on the exam – but before you could get the words out, Kyle’s arms came around your frame and lifted you from the seat. Rather than dropping you onto your bed, he placed you onto his and climbed into it as well, depriving you of any explanation.

You sat on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, watching as Kyle returned to his previous position with the blankets draped over him. He had yet to say anything else, though he held the blanket up for you to settle in as well.

“Why’d you carry me to your bed?” you finally questioned, grateful for the darkness of the room because the tendrils of red that had settled into your cheeks because of the situation. You weren’t even sure what was happening, but regardless, your heart was beating erratically.

“So I’ll know if you try to get up again,” he said, patting the empty space beside him. While you wanted nothing more than to crawl over to the spot and lay next to him, you worried what the consequences would be – getting your heart broken when you realized it was Kyle being purely platonic, only trying to be a good best friend and roommate? Kyle figuring out your hidden feelings when he felt how fast your heart was beating?

Neither of those outcomes seemed pleasant, yet you climbed into the empty spot and released a heavy breath when he pulled you towards him. He probably had no idea what he was doing to you, or maybe he did. Maybe he was basking in the effect he had on you, goosebumps erupting on any skin his fingers brushed across. His arm was draped across your side, and you tried to fall asleep, but the thoughts rampaging through your mind kept you wide awake. Just minutes ago, you felt like you could succumb to sleep at any moment. Finally, exhaustion washed over you completely, tugging you into the dream world.

When your eyes fluttered open the next morning, all you saw was the white fabric of Kyle’s shirt. Confusedly, you blinked several times to determine what you were seeing, until you came to and realized the position the two of you had gotten tangled in through the night. Your head was on Kyle’s chest and his arm was wrapped around the top of your back; you immediately felt your cheeks heat up yet again, and you shot up quickly, waking him up in the process.

“Good morning,” he grinned lopsidedly, unaware of the more-than-friendly position you’d waken up to.

“Morning,” you replied, throwing off the blankets and beginning your morning routine much faster than usual. Honestly, you just wanted to escape the room, filled with a plethora of thoughts and emotions after the events that had transpired.

Kyle watched from his bed as you tossed things into your bag, picked out an outfit in .7 seconds, and gulped down a water bottle all without even sparing him a single glance. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your actions, but then he figured there must be a reason for your newfound haste.

“What’s with the Sonic speed?” he questioned, joining you in the bathroom to brush his teeth in the second sink.

“You mean supersonic speed,” you corrected, brushing through your hair one more time before exiting the bathroom a few seconds after he’d come in. Now he could clearly tell you were avoiding him; you hadn’t even met his eyes since you’d waken up.

“No, no,” he shook his head, making his way to stand in front of you, “I mean Sonic, you know, the hedgehog.”

He grinned, hoping he’d get a laugh or anything out of you, and of course you couldn’t stifle your giggle. Mentally, he felt like he could breathe again now that you’d broken your tensity.

“Dork,” you commented, and Kyle knew you were the only person he’d ever like calling him dork so much. It’d become your thing, and somewhere along the way you learned that was your term of endearment.

“You never answered my question though.”

You’d hoped you could wiggle out of this conversation, but you knew Kyle well enough to know he wouldn’t let up without an answer. “I just don’t want to be late.”

“You have a whole hour – you won’t be late.”

“Well, I want to go do some last-minute studying.”

“You only ever study in the apartment, otherwise you get distracted.”

This back-and-forth between you and Kyle told you that Kyle paid more attention to you than you even thought, and any excuse you gave him he would be able to disprove.

“I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship, so I’m not going to answer, okay?” you finally admitted. “Don’t worry about it, Kyle. We’re all good.”

With that, you hoisted your bag onto your shoulders and made for the door, but before you could get any farther, Kyle’s voice stopped you.

“Would it be jeopardizing our friendship if I said I wish we had more than just friendship?”

You weren’t really sure if you heard him right, so you laughed a bit as you turned around. “What are you talking about?”

“Your friends always tease you about us, right?” he asked, and you nodded, verifying. “Adam, Bobby, and Roddy do the same to me. Did you ever think that maybe there was some truth to their claims?”

Kyle was being more serious than you had ever seen him, yet you still wondered if he was joking about the whole thing; you never thought this conversation would happen, though you always secretly wished it would.

“I – no, isn’t it just them messing with us?”

“Or, maybe it’s them pointing out what we’ve been too blind to see,” he suggested, eyes hopeful. He was setting himself up for rejection, but he held onto the words his friends told him about the two of you. “I hope that’s what it is.”

It was such a surprise hearing these words from Kyle – words that you had come to accept he would never utter – that you ran towards him and threw your arms around him in a second, feeling his shock when he froze for a moment. His arms came around you, hugging you to him even tighter, and you buried your head into his shoulder. When you pulled back what felt like minutes later, the both of you were smiling wider than you’d ever seen each other smile, and then you were slowly eliminating the space between your bodies. Slowly, slowly, until your lips finally met and everything seemed right in the world.

“Just friends?” you joked, mocking your words from countless conversations regarding Kyle.

“Not at all.”

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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FFT: can i see through you; kyle o’reilly

Notes:

this was sent to me on the main by @kyleoreillysknee and this is the very first part of the little mini series I have for Kyle and Domi. I lowkey really loved writing it out and I’m tempted to do things with it further in the future.

Summary:

Dominique is the girlfriend of Jordan Devlin who couldn’t be more oblivious - or stupid, if he tried. After getting tired of being stood up, she finds herself at the same diner that Kyle wanders into. A cute lil walk through town and some slight flirting ensues, and by the end, Domi is starting to realize that maybe she sees Kyle as more than a friend?

Warning:

Jordan Devlin is... Not a good guy here. Not inherently bad, but an oblivious idiot. Flirting. A confrontation. That’s pretty much it.

Pairing:

Kyle O’Reilly x OFC, Dominique

→ Gonna be late, Red.

The text had her rolling her eyes at her cell phone and feeling that twist of disappointment like a knife to her gut. It was something that by now, she should’ve been used to. And lately, she found herself thinking that it was something she toyed heavily with leaving behind.

But then, there he’d go, all whispers and gentle promises and he’d really seem to be better.

Her mother’s daughter, all over again. Suckered in by a pair of pretty eyes and false promises. Too damned passive to make waves, so she sucked it up and dealt with her lot in life. The next text that came through was from her manager Nora, of course.

→ We’ve taken the liberty of sending the photographers to you. Since apparently taking unsanctioned vacations and not giving your management team a heads up first is a thing we’re doing now. Tomorrow, at the pier, noon.

→ Just in case you need a reminder, I’ll be swinging by your hotel with the outfits for the shoot at 9.

“Just great. Awesome. Tell my mom not to talk to my handlers and what’s she do? Run straight to them with my whereabouts.” Dominique muttered it mostly to herself as she shook her head.

A throat cleared nearby and she glanced up, recognizing her boyfriend’s co-worker, Kyle O’Reilly and a small and friendly yet wary smile tugged the corners of her mouth upward.

“It’s Kyle, right?” she called out to him before she thought twice about it. He was a moderately familiar face in a strange place full of strange people. She felt a little less alone knowing she knew at least one person present.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t quite.. Know him. But she knew who he was. It was close enough, hopefully. Any distraction right now was better than sitting here, dwelling on being stood up yet again. And Kyle seemed like a nice guy when she’d seen him around backstage. Maybe she spoke up because she was lonely. Maybe she spoke up because she found herself noticing the man now and again, despite attempts not to do so.

Kyle wasn’t expecting her to say anything to him when he’d come into the diner and noticed her sitting there alone. They barely talked. Oh, he knew exactly who she was, of course, because Devlin was always running his mouth about his ‘hot girlfriend’ and they were all over Instagram and shit, but Kyle honestly hadn’t paid a terrible amount of attention to her one way or another since she’d come down to Florida to visit with Devlin.

Okay, maybe that statement wasn’t the full truth. But he hadn’t paid enough attention to her to warrant her saying hello.

He could see the pained little smile and it bothered him. His fists clenched and he shoved them into the pockets of his jeans. “Devlin’s not here?”

“Apparently, I’m dining alone…again.” Dominique shrugged as if it were nothing, but just saying it hurt a little. It stung to know that Jordan was standing her up yet again, leaving her to fend for herself in a situation where she literally knew no one. He knew she didn’t do well with this type of shit.

He knew it and yet, he continued to rope her into it and then leave her to her own devices. Just the thought had her frowning a little and that frown bothered Kyle just a little bit more. He glanced around and sat down in the seat across from her.

Might as well, he could tell she was tense and she didn’t like the idea of dining all alone in a strange town. Not to mention, it was nice to hear a familiar accent, though her accent was more heavily laced with French than anything.

She reached for a menu at the same time as he did and their hands brushed. Dominique bit the inside of her cheek at the way his hand felt brushed against her hand, rough and warm and steady. Jordan’s hands didn’t feel like that. She shoved the idle thought to the side and cleared her throat quietly, muttering an apology.

Kyle shrugged lazily, it wasn’t as if the accidental brushing of their hands bothered him. Oh, it definitely sparked something, but it didn’t bother him by any means. “It’s not a big deal.” he reassured her as he fixed his eyes on the menu.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Kyle looked up from the menu, staring at her a few seconds. Unshed tears glimmered in brown eyes and he shifted in his seat a little, mostly to dispel some of the irritation he felt at Jordan Devlin for standing her up.

And just being a dick instead of a decent boyfriend in general.

He felt bad for her. She’d come out on the road to spend time with the guy and yet, every chance he got, he was standing her up to go do whatever. Only spending time with her when it was convenient for him.

The whole thing didn’t sit right with Kyle at all.

“For sitting down. I’m not.. Really a big fan of eating alone in a strange place.” Dominique sighed and took a sip of the Sprite the waitress sat down in front of her as she turned her attention to Kyle.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. You know my name.. I don’t really know your name?” Kyle ventured as he turned to look at her. She smiled and toyed with the napkin covering the plastic eating utensils on the table between them. “It’s Dominique.”

“Dominique. That’s a pretty name.” Kyle smiled as he said it, holding her gaze a few seconds as he toyed with his own napkin covered eating utensils.

“It’s a mouthful, that’s what it is. If you wanna, you can call me Domi?” she tilted her head slightly and found herself gazing at him a few seconds. Their eyes met and she smiled. The smile turned to a slight frown as soon as she heard her phone pinging.

“Oh, what now?” she muttered it mostly to herself, gazing down at the screen. As she did this, it gave Kyle a few seconds to kind of get himself a much better look at her. He raised his hand, dragging it through his hair and took a deep breath or two. “Everything okay, Dominique?”

“Oh, it’s swell. My handlers are checking in.”

Kyle raised a brow. “Handlers?”

“It’s what I call my manager and her team.”

He nodded as it hit him. He remembered Jordan bragging about her being a model or something. She seemed tense and again, he found it bothering him. Now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t really think of a single time he’d seen her actually smile when he had seen her around lately.

“I swear to god, if she sends that fuckin bodyguard over here to breathe down my neck, on my vacation…” Dominique went quiet after the mini-explosion and Kyle chuckled quietly. When the waiter came back around, he cleared his throat, stopping them. “Hey, is there any chance we can get our stuff to go?”

Dominique eyed him with a raised brow. But the cocky sort of grin he was giving her prompted her to smile too and as the waiter left to go and see about changing their meal from dine-in to carry out, Kyle explained himself.

“Well, it’s obvious you don’t want this bodyguard to show up. I thought that we could walk down to the park that’s nearby or something. Maybe dodge the guy.” Kyle nodded to the door, giving her a smirk as he tugged the hood from his jacket over his head and then nodded to the hood on her own jacket.

Dominique gave a soft giggle and smiled back at him, tugging the hood of her jacket over strawberry blonde hair, hiding it out of sight. As they got their food and paid for it, they hurried out of the back of the restaurant, into the alley. As soon as they were outside, Kyle laughed. “If we stick to the alley, we’re in the clear.”

“You act like you’ve done this before.” Dominique was staring up at him, smiling and shaking her head. “I’ve tried this a few times but somehow it never quite works out. Someone will see me and recognize me.”

“That’s why you don’t just go bursting out the front, woman. Of course, they’re going to find you that way.” Kyle said it in a teasing way, but honestly, he felt concerned for her. To even have to worry about that was kind of mind-boggling for him and he could only imagine it was super stressful for her.

“Noted.” Dominique took a sip of her sprite and nodded to him. “I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”

“No, no. Not at all.” Kyle climbed on top of a picnic table as they reached the park, patting the empty spot beside him. He pointed up the the sky and chuckled. “Stars are out really good tonight, huh?”

“They are.” Dominique took a few french fries and munched them, nudging him in excitement as she saw a shooting star go past. “You have to wish.”

“That’s silly, no.” Kyle protested, but she pouted at him just a little and he wound up doing that very thing. She closed her eyes and made her wish and opened them again, taking another handful of fries.

“What’d you wish for?” he asked it a few seconds later, mostly because they’d been sitting in literal silence and he wanted to break the ice.

“Courage.” Dominique nibbled on her straw as she said it, nose scrunching up as she met his gaze. “What’d you wish for?”

Kyle chuckled and shrugged. “If I tell you, means it won’t come true, right? That’s how this works.”

“Fine.. Keep your secrets, sir.”

“Why courage?” Kyle asked after a few more seconds.

Dominique sighed and shrugged, toying with her jacket sleeve as she looked down at the bench her feet were on top of. “To make the changes I need to make to actually be happy for once.”

“Such as?”

“It’s dumb.” Dominique tried to plead off of answering, but Kyle shook his head. Taking a bite of his food, he fixed those eyes of his on her intently and she swallowed hard, dragging her fingers through her hair.

“ Just finally be able to really be myself. I don’t even think Jordan knows the real me. Honestly, it’s been so long I… I don’t know if I do.” she fidgeted a little, uncomfortable. Kyle mulled over what she was saying. “It makes sense. Why can’t you just do it?”

Dominique gave a soft laugh, reaching out and sort of absent-mindedly fluffing his hair. He bit his lip, caught himself staring a little harder, his breath catching ever so slightly. “Because I’m relaxed right now. Most of the time I just.. Can’t relax. Or do anything really.”

“Oh, you can. I mean, I don’t see where it’d be that hard.” Kyle shrugged, giving a confused look as their eyes met again. “Jordan doesn’t tell you to give it up?”

“Jordan would have a coronary if he even thought I was thinking about walking away from it all. Him included. He only sees the side of me he wants to see. When he wants to see it, obviously.” Dominique sighed quietly and shook her head. Kyle found himself scooting just a little closer to her and reaching out, making her look at him. “Devlin’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer, too.”

Dominique swallowed hard, nodding, a quiet and bitter laugh as she agreed with Kyle. “Either way, I’m the one who feels like she has to be this fake version of herself. I feel trapped and it bothers me.”

“I mean what I’m saying. It doesn’t have to. You don’t have to feel trapped.” Kyle found himself really looking at her, really taking her in.

He briefly found himself wondering if she saw herself the way he saw her right now, sitting under the stars with him. He got this strong sense that the version he was seeing of her right now, this second, was the real her at the heart of it all.

“I mean, I know that but there’s this part of me that sort of feels scared that if I do this… Everybody’s going to be disappointed.” Dominique shuffled her feet and Kyle found himself staring at her all over again, reaching out, making her look at him when she looked down. “I know this won’t matter and probably doesn’t mean much, but I want. And if you wanna talk I’m here, okay? You can just like.. Come and find me and we’ll talk.”

Dominique bit her lip and nodded, giving him a smile. She didn’t even realize she’d actually teared up a little while talking to him about it all but it hit her that her cheeks felt wet. She wiped at them and took a deep breath. “Thanks, Kyle. I might just be taking you up on that.”

“Good, that’s great. Now let’s get you back to the hotel, okay?” he held out his arm, slipping it around her as they started to walk the two blocks back to the hotel she was staying at.

XXX

“O’Reilly, Jordan’s girlfriend is lookin for you again, buddy.” Adam’s voice cut through his laser focus on the weights in his hands and Kyle gave a blank look at first. Adam was staring at him intently, an amused smirk as he nodded to the doors of the gym. When his gaze settled on her, she gave a small wave.

Kyle dropped the weight he’d been holding carefully and he raised the white rag wrapped around his neck, toweling away sweat. Roderick held out a water bottle to him and nodded to the doorway where Dominique still stood. “Can’t help but feel bad for the kid, hell… All Devlin is doin’ is ignorin her, man.”

Just the mention of it had Kyle tensing visibly all over again and sensing the shift in Kyle’s mood, Adam shot Roddy a warning look and covertly shook his head before continuing smoothly, “If she’s lookin for Kyle, she’s tryin to trade up. We’re not gonna discourage that. Go talk to her, man. We got your back.”

Kyle eyed Adam, a brow raised. He was at least 99 percent certain that Cole was up to something and almost the second he saw that knowing smirk on Cole’s face, it clicked into place what that might be.

And honestly? It wasn’t anything he hadn’t caught himself thinking about or having extensive late night conversations with Bobby Fish about already. Oh, he had a plan.. But unlike Adam, he wasn’t going into it guns blazing, only worried about getting what he wanted and hell with everything else.

No, his goal was to get to know her. Help her any way he could. Because anyone with half a brain could see that she clearly needed help. And he really felt drawn to her, the feeling only increased a little bit more with each little encounter they’d had so far since the night they met. He clicked with her.

He hadn’t really ever clicked with someone like that, especially not quite so fast.

“All I’m saying, Kyle, is that Jordan Devlin treats her like a fuckin possession. He’s not with her because he cares, man, this isn’t like me and my girl or Roddy and his.. Or even Bobby and his. Just watch them, man.” Adam went quiet and Bobby leaned in, muttered calmly, “You were sayin’ earlier, O’Reilly… She only finds you because she doesn’t know anybody else? You’re wrong. She has a choice. She’s here, now.”

Kyle bit his lip, eyes darting from his best friends to the doorway where Dominique still stood. Eventually, he wandered over.

“Everything okay?” Kyle stared down at her, his hand rubbing over the back of his head. Before he could stop himself, he was stepping just a little closer. She did the same, mirroring the way he stood. He eyed her in concern, relieved to find that she didn’t seem upset or anything like she had been the night before when she’d wound up texting him and coming to find him at the sports bar he and Bobby were having drinks at.

“Yeah.” Dominique was almost worried that she was bothering the guy with as much as she seemed to find herself seeking him out lately, but honestly at this point, she just really and truly enjoyed being around Kyle. He didn’t make her feel like she couldn’t be herself. He wasn’t always pressuring her to do this or that or be a certain way. They actually had these long and in-depth conversations about different things. Things that she’d always wanted to talk to people about before but more often than not, she wound up getting ignored or having the topic laughed off. Hell, they even argued about things and he actually listened to her and heard her out as opposed to shutting her down. “Actually, I just thought I’d come and hang out with you guys today. Since I took what you and Bobby said into consideration and I cancelled that stupid photo shoot on the beach.”

Kyle smiled and nodded. “Feels better, huh?”

“Oh god, so much better.” Dominique smiled back, nodding to the weight benches as she tilted her head slightly to look up at him and asked, “I didn’t like.. Interrupt you, right?”

“No, not at all. I was actually just finishing up. Was gonna go back to my apartment and get my dog and take him to the beach. You can come too, if you want to.”

“I’d actually like that!” Dominique smiled up at him and he chuckled. “Let me go get changed and we’ll leave.”

As he walked past his friends again, Adam stopped him. “You better be going for it, Kyle. We take what we want, man.”

“This is not like that, Adam.”

“It should be.” Adam chuckled, nodding to Dominique and then at Kyle as he continued, “It’s cute, man.”

Bobby stopped him as he headed towards the locker room. “I’m going to take it that she took our advice and cancelled the shoot?”

“She did. She seems happier about it.” Kyle smiled to himself and Bobby chuckled. “Just go spend time with your woman.”

“I’m telling you, she only looks for me to spend time with because I’m the only person she really knows aside from that fucking prick Devlin.” Kyle insisted as Bobby shook his head. “Open your eyes, O’Reilly. At least consider the possibility that I’m right and I know what I’m talking about, man.”

“Whatever, Fish.” Kyle waved him off and laughed as he stepped into the locker room to change.

And across the gym, Jordan Devlin happened to look up from sparring with one of the other guys to find his girlfriend… Engrossed in yet another conversation with Kyle O’Reilly. His sparring partner nodded towards Dominique. “Your girlfriend’s awfully close to O’Reilly, man. You gonna do something about it or just let O’Reilly steal your girl?”

“Oh, he’s not stealing anything. He’s keepin her outta m’ hair right now. I’ll handle it later.” Jordan cut off the other man abruptly. Oh they were definitely having a very serious talk later…

XXX

They came to a stop at the parking lot, laughing and trying to catch their breath. Kyle’s dog flopped down onto the asphalt between them and grinned up at them, panting because he was tired too. Dominique reached down to scratch the dog behind the ears and a throat cleared behind her and Kyle. She rose slowly, turning around.

Jordan was leaning against a lamppost, tapping his wrist. And then it hit Dominique that he’d texted her before she left her place to meet Kyle down at the boardwalk earlier. She’d told him she’d try to meet him tonight for dinner, but she’d been having such a good time she completely forgot all about it.

“Did y’ forget somethin?”

“Jordan, if you’re going to be a dick, leave.”

He nodded to Kyle, glaring a little before fixing his gaze back onto Dominique. “Yer spendin an awful lot ‘f time with that one.”

Kyle’s fists clenched and he’d been just about to step up, put distance between Dominique and Jordan, but Dominique shook her head no and took a deep breath. “Yeah? At least Kyle wants me around, Jordan.”

“How can y’ say dat? I want y’ around! I can’t help ‘at I’m busy.” Jordan was starting to tense up, starting to get irritated. Kyle could see it in his eyes. When Jordan stepped forward, Kyle stepped between them quickly, shaking his head as his jaw set firmly. “Don’t even think about it, Devlin.”

“And what’s dis about yer agent sayin y’ want t’ quit? I thought y’ were fine. We talked about dis, Dom.”

“It’s my life, Jordan.” Dominique shrugged, swallowing hard. The last thing she wanted was a huge fight because of her and she was honestly debating on fleeing now, just taking Kyle by the hand and getting the hell away from Jordan. When he got like this, nothing was going to convince him he was in the wrong. She was not putting Kyle into the middle of it all.

“C’mon, Kyle, let’s just go. Leave Jordan to his tantrum alone.”

“Oh.. so dat’s how it is now, hm?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Kyle looked from Dominique to Jordan and he rubbed his chin. “You’re really something, Devlin. You bring her out there to be with her and then you spend all your time ditching her. You never listen to a damn thing she has to say. Do you even know anything about her? I mean beyond the fact that you think she’s hot.” Kyle airquoted the last part, rolling his eyes at Jordan in disgust. Oh, the anger he felt every single time she’d come by and be upset by something Jordan said or did or him just outright fucking ignoring her was bubbling to the surface and it was happening quick. He squared up, eye to eye with Jordan who was glaring at him angrily.

“Don’t believe any of this is yer business, O’Reilly.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. See, she’s my friend. So that makes it very much my business.” Kyle’s jaw set firm as he said it and he moved so that Dominique was clearly behind him and totally obstructed Jordan’s view of her.

He continued. “Do you even know how stressed out this whole modeling thing has her? Because she’s actually told me. And I listened. I didn’t tell her to keep trying, I didn’t ignore her. And you call yourself her boyfriend.”

Dominique’s breath caught in her throat. Seeing him get this angry.. Over her.. While she was worried and tensed up and scared that at any moment, all hell was going to break loose, she found herself really getting a good glimpse of Kyle.

And that magnet’s pull she’d been starting to feel lately was only growing. She stepped closer to Kyle, pressing against his back in an effort to at least try keeping one party involved slightly calm. “Go away, Jordan.”

“ So that’s it?”

“Yeah. Again. That’s it. I’m done with this. I’m done with you. Just go away.”

Jordan glared at Kyle and Kyle spoke up as calmly as possible. “You heard her, Devlin. Get lost.”

“Yer goin t’ regret breakin up with me.”

“I highly doubt it, because in the short time I’ve known Kyle, I’ve honestly felt like he’s more of a boyfriend to me than you ever were. Go! Get lost.” Dominique blurted it out before she could stop herself and Kyle turned, gazing down at her intently.

“Sorry about that, I..” Dominique trailed off, her eyes getting lost in his as she stared up at him.

Rather than say anything, he pulled her against him and chuckled quietly. “It’s not your fault. You wanna get out of here? Go find something to eat?”

“I’d very much like that, Kyle.”

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firefiyfunhouse · 4 years

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folie a deux; roderick strong

My first request! For the lovely @ueomega! So so sorry it took so long but I really hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think <3

Warnings: language and soft roddy strong, not that soft roddy strong is bad at all but you’ve gotta love it

Word count: 2000+

I was used to the buzz at this point. I was used to the constant bright lights and travelling and staying in hotels instead of the comfort of my own bed. None of that changed when, six months ago, I started dating NXT’s North American Champion Roderick Strong. It had all started when he replied to one of my Instagram stories complimenting my appearance; we had followed each other for a long time. Ever since, we’ve been inseparable. We were what you would consider perfect, but there was only one downside to it.

We were a complete secret.

He had told none of his friends about our relationship. I thought it rather worried him that they wouldn’t trust that he had a girlfriend. I never told my friends either. It worried me that they might look at me differently for dating someone who worked for WWE.

Roderick was heading out with some guys from work this evening, like usual I was staying over at his. He finished buttoning up his burgundy button-up shirt and turned to face me, a grin plastered across his rugged face. I couldn’t help but let out a blush ridden giggle. Slowly, I pulled myself to my feet and bounced up to him, unbuttoning the top button, and planted a soft kiss against his lips. “You’re so handsome.”

“Thanks baby girl.” He beamed in return. He shuffled his feet and looked down, sighing to himself. I gently lifted his chin with my index finger and looked up to him.

“Is everything okay?” I asked softly. He nodded his head quickly and gently took my hand in his, rubbing his thumb against my knuckles.

“Everything is fine!” he reassured me. Something seemed amiss with him. He was quieter than he usually was. Something was making him nervous. Suddenly his phone sent out a loud text tone, he glanced at it and quickly kissed me on the lips. “The guys are outside, I love you so much!”

“I love you too! Enjoy yourself,“ Without another word he headed out to the taxi. I peeped discretely out of the window as he joined his Undisputed Era buddies Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly and Bobby Fish in the back seats. I heard them all shouting happily from the upper floor of the house but something was bothering you.

I spent the rest of the night watching TV, a few different things on our shared Netflix account. I also took a lot of time to think to myself. Why did it matter what everyone in my life thought about us? I was happy with him. Was he as happy as I am? Before I could overthink anything else my phone rang out. Glancing at the name that popped up, my face beamed when I saw it was my boyfriend. I immediately answered, holding it against my face. “Hey baby is everything o-”

I cut myself off. All I heard was the guys all chatting and the faint sound of music over the top of them. It was an accident, I couldn’t help but giggle to myself. That was until I heard a brash voice over the rest.

“Why are you acting all secretive?” Kyle spoke up. The other voice I noticed was Roderick stuttering over the top of him, trying to get his word in. “You didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend man, we want to know who she is!”

I froze on the other end. It was a huge step for him to mention it to his friends. It wasn’t anything I had expected to hear. I shuffled into my seat taking a moment to listen in a little further.

“I’m dating Kaia-” He slurred drunkly.

“No you aren’t!” Adam laughed over the top of him.

“I am!” Roderick argued back.

“Dude, come on. If you don’t actually have a girlfriend, you can just tell us. There’s no need to spread lies.”

“But I am dating her! I am!”

“Then prove it.” Bobby spoke up as well. I made out the sounds Roderick running his hands over his jeans, looking for his phone. Before I hung up I heard, “Bring her to the show on Wednesday! We want to see this!”

I hung up before Roderick had to chance to catch me out. I couldn’t believe what I had just listened to. Not that he wasn’t worried they wouldn’t believe he was in a relationship, it was that they wouldn’t believe he was in a relationship with me? It was getting later, but I stayed up a little longer just to see if I could catch Roderick when he came home. Eventually my tiredness got the better of me and I couldn’t help but fall asleep on the sofa.

.・゜゜・

The next morning I woke up in bed. I looked around the room in a complete daze until I saw my boyfriend snoring loudly at my side. His arm was firmly around my body. I beamed at the sight of him, gently kissing his shoulder as I sat myself upwards. I could hear him stir, mumbling under his breath as his eyes slowly open to catch me in his line of sight,

“Morning Roddy.” I blushed, his hand met his head pretty quickly as he smiled painfully back to me.He grunted as he reached for his water on the side table. I giggled gently and ruffled his locks against my fingers. “Someone seemed to have partied way too hard.”

His chuckle sounded rough as he forced the full glass down his throat.

“Do you want any breakfast?” I asked as I pulled myself to my feet. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him focusing on his phone. Shit.

“Nah babe.” he replied. I sighed reluctantly to myself until he piped up again.

“Did I call you last night? Shit, I can’t remember.”

“Oh, yeah. It was just a butt dial.” I laughed. His smile vanished as he looked at me with a face of genuine concern. I could tell what he was questioning in his mind. What had she heard? I swallowed and returned myself behind him. Considering how close we both are I felt it was only fair to tell him. “I heard what the guys said about us.”

“You d-did?” he stammered. He slumped his face, a mix of worry and the hangover creeping further in. “I’m sorry Kaia I just-”

Without letting another word escape his mouth I swiftly pressed my finger against his lips. He looked to me with a raised eyebrow, expecting what I had to contribute.

“I’ll happily come to your show with you on Wednesday babe. I don’t want anyone to doubt you or us. Okay?” I said, moving my finger away. He nodded his head quickly and lowered my wrist.

“Are you sure you’re ready? This is such a huge jump for us.”

“Just make sure I have a good view of you in the ring.”

.・゜゜・

Wednesday rolled around, we headed towards the venue together. Full Sail Live was lit up brightly as the car park was swarming with staff, security and other NXT superstars. My fingers laced between Roderick’s, I kept my look casual with one of his Undisputed Era tees and a pair of sweatpants to go along with it. I tied my hair up in a ponytail, a smile painted on my face. Knots ran rampant in my stomach. A mix of a certain excitement brewed together with the fact that I was unbelievably nervous. Roderick, however, seemed more comfortable than ever at Full Sail.

His hand stayed against the small of my back as he guided me through to the backstage area, we headed through a few hallways and both headed into the locker room. I recognised a few faces instantly. Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly and Bobby Fish were all sitting talking around a table at the far side of the room. As soon as we entered the room their heads snapped towards us.

“Holy shit...” Kyle exclaimed to his peers. Adam’s jaw dropped while Bobby’s face was covered with a blank expression. Roderick went back to how I had noticed he was behaving over the past few times, shy and quiet.

“H-hey guys...” he mumbled as he dropped his bags off to the side.

“Hey Roddy...” Kyle replied. All three of them continued to stare at me in complete disbelief. Adam glanced to Roderick, raising his eyebrow.

“Well are you going to introduce us?”

“You guys know Kaia.” Roderick returned to my side, snaking his arm around my waist. I shot him a reassuring smile and traced my fingers across his muscular arm. “Kaia. This is Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly and Bobby Fish. My best friends and fellow Undisputed Era members.”

“It’s crazy not seeing you guys through a screen.” I chuckled. “I’m a fan.”

I pressed a kiss against Roderick’s cheek, resting a reassuring hand against his shoulder. Adam slammed his empty water bottle down on the table. I immediately turned my head to the loud sound. “Do you want me to go refill that? I could do with having a look around.”

“Yeah. That’d be great if you don’t mind.” He bluntly replied, his eyes stuck on Roderick. Questioning nothing I collected his bottle along with Kyle and Bobby’s once I had offered. I planted a quick kiss on Roderick’s cheek as I bounced out the room, the door closing behind me.

I headed along to the water fountain. The production staff rushed around by my sides while the other NXT Superstars seemed relaxed as ever. I hummed to myself, filling up the three bottles before I heard a harsh cough behind me. I assumed they directed it at someone else to start until they repeated it. My head snapped around, I was taken aback by who stood behind me. Dressed in all black ring gear, a smile crept across his mouth. “Well well, if it isn’t Kaia. What are you doing at Full Sail?”

“I could say the same to you Balor.” I smirked, my hands sitting against my hips. He then greeted me with a warm hug, giggling to himself.

“Long time no see!” It was true. I hadn’t seen Finn in a long time. We used to be quite well aquainted, so it was refreshing seeing a familiar face. I hugged him back with a smile before he piped up again. “No, seriously. Why are you here?”

“I’m just here with my boyfriend.” I replied, which lead to him pulling away.

“Shit!” he exclaimed before cracking a dry joke. “It’s not someone who can kick my ass is it? Who is he?”

“God, you ask so many questions.” I laughed with a roll of my eyes. “I’ve been dating Roderick Strong for the past six months.”

“...Are you still telling jokes?” he questioned.

“What do you mean? Of course, I’m not?”

“Kaia. Let’s be serious here. You could do so much better than Roderick Strong. He’s such a push over and don’t get me started on the fact that he’s the North American Champion. When I came back to NXT, I thought they were giving it to him out of sympathy or something...”

I couldn’t process what I was hearing. I took a step back and let out a harsh breath. I could feel myself getting a little angrier. “Finn he worked fucking hard for that opportunity. What’s gotten into you? You’re never this disrespectful to other wrestlers!”

“I just don’t think highly of him at all. He’s where he is because of who he’s teaming with. Even you could see that. I thought you would’ve been dating better than Adam Cole’s lackey.”

“I’m sorry Finn, I am.” I started off. I could feel the rage build inside me a little. I started picking up the bottles as I let the rest of what I had to say out. “He’s done more for me than anyone will understand. I’ve never felt love like this before and God am I so happy and honoured to be his girlfriend. If you, or anyone else has a problem with that then please piss off and leave me alone.”

Finn scrunched his nose. A sign that he was put in his place. He glanced behind me before putting his hands up in surrender. “Fine, I just wanted you to know your worth...”

“Kaia?” A voice said behind me, a voice I could recognise. Soon a set of strong arms wrapped around my waist. I watched as Finn backed away, making his way back down the hall. I turned my head, thrilled to see the head of my boyfriend resting against me. “Are you all right? I could hear you yelling from the locker room.”

“I’m all right babe.” I sighed to myself, looking down to my feet. He twirled me around to face him, smiling at me with reassurance.

“I want to tell you something. If it wasn’t for you I don’t know if I’d continue having the confidence to keep coming here, to keep entertaining that crowd, to keep performing in that ring. I heard what you said to Finn, I get spoken about lile that quite a lot like that by some guys in here and it’s Adam or Kyle putting them in their place. To know you love me like that-“ he cut himself off with his smile. He couldn’t stop. I beamed, gazing at him as it overwhelmed me. My emotions were running high. I lifted his chin with my index finger as he gathered his words once more. “-it just means so much. I’m so lucky to have you. I just want to love you forever. You and me taking the world by storm.”

He leaned in gently, pressing his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed him back. My chest ached a little, something felt complete. I could feel tears trickle down my warm cheeks. He was the one who pulled away, instantly wiping my eyes with his t-shirt.

“I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you too.” He beamed, sitting his hand against my hip. “Now how does ringside seats sound?”

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itsadamcole · 3 years

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you’re my nxt champion

fem!reader x finn balor

(requested) Finn loses his title to Adam Cole, and reader is right there to comfort him ... "you're my nxt champion"

word count: 1.3k+

warnings: upset!finn, a lil fluff, a lil smut

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Adam Cole just hit in the Last Shot on Finn. Finn is down as Adam goes in for the pin.

One. Two. Three. Ding ding. "And new NXT Champion, Adam Cole!" Alicia Taylor says into the microphone. You stand in the crowd and watch as Adam holds that title high up in the air. His music plays and Finn sits in the corner, looking up at the belt he carried with pride during his 182-day reign.

The music stops and you watch Kyle O'Reilly come out from nowhere, attacking Adam. Finn watches for a second before his eyes try to find you in the crowd. You sit front row at ringside so it's easy for him to find you. Finn rolls out of the ring but doesn't come to you when his eyes find you. He sulks backstage and you begin to make your way through the crowd to go meet up with your husband.

When you show your pass to get to the backstage area, you don't see Finn. You walk up to Shotzi Blackheart and ask, "Did you see where Finn went? I saw him come back here."

Shotzi nods and says, "He went back towards the locker rooms. I'm sorry he lost his title, Y/N. I know he was so proud to have it."

"He'll be okay," you say. "Congratulations on winning your title tonight. You've deserved it for a long time."

She smiles at you and you walk off to find Finn. You make your way through the maze of hallways until you get to Finn's locker room. You knock softly and call, "Finn? It's Y/N. Can I come in?" No answer.

You slowly open the door and see Finn sitting on the couch with his back turned to you. You notice he's still in his gear. You walk in and close the door. You approach him and wrap your arms around his neck from behind him, kissing his shoulder. "Hey, baby," you whisper. "You okay?"

"No," Finn says, voice shaky. You look up at him and see his cheeks wet with tears. Your heart breaks at the sight. You walk around the couch and crouch in front of your husband. You put your hands on his knees and look up at him.

His pretty blue eyes are filled with tears and he looks at you. You pout and say, “Finny, baby.”

Finn gets up and says, “I’m going home. I don’t wanna talk about it.” He grabs his clothes and disappears into the bathroom. You sigh and sit on the couch.

You knew he was upset, but you didn’t know it would be this bad. He’s lost titles before, but none of them have made him act like this.

He comes out of the bathroom, throwing his gear in the suitcase and walking out of the room. You sigh and follow him. You walk several feet behind him, grabbing your car keys out of your pocket.

Both of you get outside and you unlock the car. Finn angrily throws his things in the trunk then gets in the passenger’s seat.

It’s going to be a long ride home and you are not looking forward to it.

***

Finn gets out of the car as soon as you park the car in the garage. The door slamming shut makes you jump. He’s already inside when you get out. You lock the car and walk inside.

You hear footsteps going up the stairs when you make your way from the kitchen to the living room. You hang up your keys by the door and kick off your shoes before you walk upstairs.

Soft sobs come from your bedroom that you share with Finn. The sound alone makes you tear up. You appear in the doorway and see Finn sitting on his side of the bed, facing away from you. His hands cover his face and they quiet his sobs a bit. You let out a quiet sigh and crawl into bed, settling on your knees behind him. You wrap your arms around him and say, “I am so proud of you, Finn. You held the title for 182 days. You fought through a broken jaw. Name a champion that has done that.”

“None of that matters if I don’t hold the title,” Finn cries. “I never should have lost the title to Cole of all people. I wanted to prove that I could beat the best of the best. Cole is one of the best that’s wrestled in the sport. If I can’t beat him then why I am here.”

You tighten your grip around his neck and say, “You’re here because you love wrestling. You love the sport, you love being in the ring. Believe it or not, Finn, but you are one of the best that’s wrestled too. Two-time NXT Champion, the first ever Universal Champion, two-time Intercontinental Champion. Not to mention the titles you’ve won in Japan and across the world.”

Finn says, “I held the Universal title for less than a day, and the only reason I was champion was because Kross got injured for the same reason I did. All I wanted was to make ya and my family back in Ireland proud.”

He looks over at you and you press your forehead to the side of his head. Tears prick at your eyes. You hate that he’s doubting himself. He’s one of the most decorated wrestlers you know. “Finn,” you sigh. “You have made me proud. You’ve made your family proud. You don’t need a title to make us proud, baby.”

“Ya don’t need to lie to me, Y/N,” Finn sighs.

You close your eyes and say, “I’ve never lied to you, Finn. If it makes you feel better though, you’re my NXT Champion, baby. You’ll always be my NXT champion.”

He rests his hands on your arms and looks over at you. “I don’t have the belt anymore,” Finn says.

After crawling onto and sitting on his lap, you say, “You don’t need to have the belt to be my champion, Finn. I love you with or without the belt.”

Finn pecks your nose and says, “Ya always know what to say to make me feel better.”

You smile and say, “It’s my job as your wife to know what to say to make you feel better.” You wrap your arms around his neck and look at him.

“Ya know what else would make me feel better?” Finn asks.

“What would that be?” you say, knowing what the answer probably is.

His eyes give away what is answer is too, especially when they flicker to your lips. Finn says, “Distracting me.” One of his hands slips between your thighs, close to your core.

You gasp and say, “You’re bad, you know that? You were upset like two minutes ago and now you want sex?”

Finn shrugs and says, “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.”

Just to get him going, you run a finger down his chest and say, “You did look pretty hot in that ring tonight.”

He laughs and kisses you. The kiss is soft at first but starts right get intense almost immediately. You move until you’re straddling Finn’s thighs. You manage to get his shirt off before he lays you on your back.

You distract him almost all night long. You make him take breaks because unlike him, you can’t go all night long.

The next morning, Finn wakes you up with kisses to your face. “Good morning, love,” he mumbles against your cheek. “Wakey wakey.”

“Finn,” you grumble, half asleep. “It is too early for another round of sex. I can’t do it.”

He laughs and says, “I made ya breakfast, baby. Maybe sex afterward though.”

You giggle and look over at Finn. You peck his lips and say, “Depends on how good breakfast is.” You get up and put on one of Finn’s shirts and a pair of panties. Finn laughs as you leave the room, walking downstairs to the food.

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heelwriting · 4 years

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Prompt: There's people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you're close.

Fandom: Wrestling, WWE

Pairing: Kyle O'Reilly x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 603

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It was part of the show, all was part of a storyline for NXT, Cross and Scarlett were chasing us, special effects were used to give it a creepy vibe, the lights where red and there was fog everywhere, it was difficult to see.

We had rehearsed the scene during the day but this was it, this was being filmed for the show and I was completely lost, they wanted to film everything in one take, which made everything more difficult.

As I wandered around the hallways I suddenly I feel a hand pull my arm into an alley, we were face to face, Kyle was a few inches away from me, we both realized are bodies were too close but when we heard Scarlett coming we knew there was no going back or the taping would have to restart.

After a few minutes went by and I stopped hearing her voice, thinking it was over I was about to talk but Kyle shushed me with one finger against my mouth, his eyes opening big, motioning towards the resounding voice of Scarlett still monologuing, I nodded understanding we weren’t done filming.

He removed his finger fast, realizing he had left it there for too long, he smiled shyly and evaded looking at me directly, his cheeks where tainted red, he looked adorable.

It had been a few months since I started feeling something for him, the way he smiles, his goofiness, his kindness, everything about him was special and I, very easily fell in love with him, but working a storyline as his tag team partner was even harder, hiding the constant blushing and trying not to look at him with lovey dovey eyes was the hardest part.

That was the closest we had been in proximity and it was almost making me numb, one move of my fingers and our hands would be touching, our chests were almost in contact I could feel the heat of his body, my heart was beating fast and I swore he could hear it.

Luckily I heard Triple H yell “cut”.

Without looking back at Kyle I started walking away, but this time it was his voice what stopped me, hearing my name roll out of his mouth was like he casted a spell on me, I couldn’t move in other direction but towards him.

“Wait”

He said with tender voice.

I was afraid of what he would say but I was already turning my feet, we were face to face again but I avoided looking at his eyes.

“what’s up?”

I asked trying to sound normal.

His fingers touched my chin, lifting it and our eyes met again, there was so much brightness in his eyes, for a second they wandered down my face, he frowned letting go of my chin.

“I should have told you before”

He said.

“I really like you and I… can i…”

He paused swallowing hard, taking courage before talking.

“Can I kiss you?”

Still in shock I didn’t trust my voice to come out so instead I smiled and nodded yes, his hand went to the back of my neck, he closed the distance, our lips colliding in the best possible way, brushing along perfectly, I was starting to lose air fast, my head was getting dizzy from all the mixture of emotions.

When we separated he kept our foreheads together, my eyes were still closed feeling the moment, finally, quiet and peace. As I opened my eyes and looked at Kyle still trying to catch his breath, he was looked at me as he smiled and said.

“Finally”

Originally posted on October 1, 2020

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swifteforeverandalways · 4 years

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Partners in Crime Chapter Nine

Notes: Some plot, some fluff. A few more cameos. Also, a bit of a retcon regarding the background of Raul and Joaquin, but it’s more of an expansion rather than a full on retcon. If you have any questions about their background, send in an ask

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“Austin???” She said in shock.

Austin F’’s head snapped up and her jaw dropped.

“Taynara?” She said, her eyes bugging out of her head. Taynara Conti nodded and broke away from Shotzi to pull Austin F into a hug. The two old friends held onto each other for a long moment.

“You two know each other?” The blue haired woman asked, cocking an eyebrow. Taynara looked at her boss, nodding.

“Yeah, A and I go back to when we were both runaways. Me, her, Aliyah Areeb, and Vanessa Borne teamed up. Had a lot of help from Jeff Hardy,” Taynara said.

“Wait, she’s the T in Team TAAV?” Austin T asked, looking at Austin F, who nodded.

“It’s so good to see you, what have you been up to?” Taynara asked. The blue haired woman cleared her throat, causing Taynara to look at her sheepishly.

“Sorry, Violet,” she said. Violet just nodded before looking at the two Austins.

“I am Violet, this is my husband Finn. These are Luke Gallows and Karl Anderson, our top bodyguards. And obviously you already know Taynara Conti,” Violet made introductions.

“Austin Flynn, he’s Austin Theory,” Austin F said. Violet nodded as Finn leaned forward, bracing his forearms against the desk while pressing his fingertips together.

“Gallows and Anderson have some information about the Elite,” he said, “And what they want with you two.”

“How do they know this information?” Austin T asked.

“We were told that no one from the Elite would be here,” Austin F added.

“They work for us, but the Elite thinks they work for them. We have them in there to spy for us,” Finn said calmly.

“They want you dead, and they aren’t going to stop until you are,” one of the bald men said.

“Gallows is right, they want you dead,” the other, assumably Karl Anderson, agreed.

“They are upset that you stole their stuff,” Gallows said, “Apparently you took some very important items from them.”

“We won’t let the Elite hurt them,” Raul said, his expression turning protective. Jake crossed his arms across his chest, nodding in agreement. Finn nodded, “Alright. We will keep Stephanie and Hunter updated, and they can update you.”

“Sounds good,” Jake said. Taynara grinned at the group, “So, you stayin’ here for a little while still?”

“I guess we are,” Austin F said with a nod. Taynara grinned wider and accompanied the four out.

“Don’t worry, you’ll always be safe here. Finn and Violet are good people, and the people who come into this club are either not aware of the more….criminal undergoings or are aware, and are allies,” Taynara said as she stopped at a table of four men.

“Sup Taynara?” One of the guys, one with longer brown hair.

“Hey Adam, and Adam’s boys,” Taynara said before turning to the four, “This is Adam Cole and his boys; Roderick Strong, Bobby Fish, and Kyle O’Reilly. They comprise the Undisputed Era, along with some friends of theirs.”

“What is the Undisputed Era exactly?” Austin T asked curiously.

“We help out the McMahon family when they need it, cause some problems,” one of the other men, older looking with dark hair and a beard.

“It’s a lot of fun,” a younger looking man with reddish-brown hair said with a grin.

“Roderick Strong,” the final guy said, he was clean shaven with dark brown hair, “That’s Bobby Fish (he pointed to the dark haired bearded guy) and Kyle O'Reilly (he pointed to the reddish-brown haired guy).”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Austin F said. The group chatted for a little bit longer before heading their separate ways. They stayed at the club for a few more hours before heading back to the apartment.

The days passed in a blur, nothing too interesting happening as the group mainly hung out at the apartment, occasionally visited by others. One such memorable occasion, Joaquin stopped by with a blonde girl next to him.

“Joaquin, is everything alright?” Raul asked his friend worriedly. Joaquin have Raul a relaxed grin.

“Everything is just fine,” he assured him, “I just wanted to introduce the Austins to Scout.”

“Hi,” the blonde woman said, “I’m Scout Schott-Wilde, Joaquin is my husband.”

“Austin Theory, she’s Austin Flynn,” Austin T said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Scout said, “Joaquin mentioned that Raul and Jake have talked about the two of you a lot….like a lot a lot.”

“Scout,” Jake hissed, blushing. Scout laughed, grinning at them.

“So how did you meet Joaquin?” Austin F asked.

“I uh….I witnessed something about five years ago, the McMahon family found out through their friends and offered protection. Joaquin was the one who protected me. We fell in love and got married two years ago.”

“I couldn’t imagine anyone hurting her,” Joaquin said and slid his arm around Scout’s waist, kissing her head. Joaquin and Scout visited for a few hours before heading out with promises to visit again soon.

“They’re nice,” Austin F commented as Raul cooked some dinner and she leaned against the counter, talking with him.

“Joaquin is perhaps my closest friend, I love him like a brother. Scout has been so good for him, he deserves her after everything Jorge Escobar put us through.”

“Who is he? Jorge Escobar?” Austin F asked softly. Raul looked at her, causing Austin F to flush.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean….” she began before Raul shook his head.

“It’s okay. Jorge Escobar was the man Joaquin and I used to work for, he was known as El Fantasma and we were the personal bodyguards for his son, Santos. To the public Santos was known as El Hijo del Fantasma, with his father being El Fantasma.”

“Joaquin mentioned him when I first met him,” Austin F recalled, “Said he was an asshole and kidnapped you from your families.”

“Jorge did, and he was a complete asshole. But Santos was….different. He was almost….nice. He treated us like family. I remember once some idiot tried calling Joaquin and I just back-up, Santos flipped his lid and told them we were his family before killing him. When Jorge was arrested, Santos took over, but when he disappeared was when Joaquin and I joined the McMahon family,” Raul explained. Austin F nodded and the two fell into silence before the phone rang. Austin F jumped as Raul turned the stove off and walked over to the phone, picking it up.

“Hello?” He said calmly. Raul was quiet for a long moment, only nodding a few times before pulling the phone away from his ear and extending it to Austin F.

“Austin, this is for you,” he said. Austin F took the phone, looking worried.

“Hello?” She said cautiously.

“Austin Flynn? This is Detective Morse with the NYPD….” the familiar voice of Bobbi said.

“Um hi….is everything okay?” Austin F said.

“Can you come to Clinica Sanado? A woman named Vanessa Borne has been shot, I believe by the Elite….and she mentioned she knows you.”

“Fuck,” Austin F swore, “I’ll be there.” She hung up, shaking. Raul looked at her.

“Austin? Is everything alright?” He asked gently. Austin F shook her head, getting up from the counter.

“I need to go, I have to get to Clinica Sanado. My friend….she’s been shot. I need to get to her, talk to her,” she said. Raul picked up a set of keys before picking up his pistol and sliding it into his suit jacket.

“I will take you,” he said. Austin F shook her head, “No, it’s okay.”

“Austin, I am taking you. I know how to get there and the Elite still wants to kill you. I’m not letting you get hurt,” Raul said firmly. Austin F stared at him for a long moment before nodding.

“Okay….okay,” she said. Raul smiled and the two headed out.

#austin dos veces #partners in crime #my writing

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f1z05 · 5 years

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Undisputed ERA One Shots - Bobby Fish/Kyle O'Reilly (Angst) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/eSNpFxkm4Y Basically about my fav NXT boys in multi ships. Ships in this book are: Adam Cole/Bobby Fish Bobby Fish/Kyle O'Reilly Adam Cole/Kyle O'Reilly And now addding......RODERICK STRONG. Fluff, maybe smut? If I'm good that is. But probably mostly will be fluff. And Angst too Enjoy! All characters belongs to WWE

#adamcole #bobbyfish #kyleoreilly #nxt #undisputedera #wwe #wwenxt #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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Adam| Gasoline 2/2 |Cole

Title: Gasoline 2/2

Words; 10,104

Warnings; smut

A/N: repost from the old blog

"I hope you know what you're doing."

God fucking damnit, this was a redeye and I hadn't slept yet. If I heard someone say that to me one more time I swear to god, I will break some faces. It was a fourteen hour flight from Seattle to Tokyo and I was not gonna sit here and be lectured for those fourteen hours by some asshat who wanted to Monday morning quarterback my decisions. I whipped my head around with a snarl, ready to verbally disassemble the dude who'd dared to comment on the events of a couple weeks ago.

The words died on the tip of my tongue once I made eye contact with the man who spoke.

Kyle O'Reilly.

The current Ring of Honor World Champion, former best friend of Adam Cole, and by all reports, one of the most genuine people I hadn't met in the locker room.

I guess I was going to get to know him really well on this flight based off of the stoniness of his face and the last available seat on this end of the plane being the aisle seat next to me. The window seat had been taken by an older gentleman in his 60s, who had promptly fallen asleep in his seat well before take off.

"I've been asked that a lot lately and it's enough to give a girl a complex."

The corner of Kyle's mouth tilted upwards.

"I don't doubt that. I'm Kyle," he said as he extended a large, calloused hand to me. I looked to his face, to his hand, and back again before I reached out to shake his hand.

"(Y/N)."

The world champion nodded his head in acknowledgement before releasing my hand and swinging his carry ons into the overhead compartments. Karma really was a bitch, wasn't it. I did what I felt I needed to do to help the Motor City Machine Guns win, and the universe just wanted to keep throwing shit at me.

"I get why you did it, y'know."

I almost jumped out of my skin. Somehow, for such a large man, Kyle was able to settle into the seat next to me and buckle up without me noticing. I really needed to get out of my own head before we touched down in Tokyo. The boys needed me sharp for this tour with New Japan, we were going to be in Bullet Club's backyard.

"What?"

Kyle shook his head. "The thing with Cole. I get it. Anything to get an edge and the upper hand right?"

I turned to him and gave a weak smile. "Yeah, that's what I keep telling myself too."

The silence was thick as the jet engines kicked into gear and we slowly started heading down the runway. My head bowed as my thoughts travelled back two weeks, my lower lip caught between my teeth.

The start to the show was not going well.

Bullet Club was in the ring, holding it and the show hostage. The Young Bucks, the Guerillas of Destiny, and Adam Cole cut an imposing set of figures, with the former world champion pacing the ring like a caged animal and a microphone in his hand. I hadn't chewed on my nails in years, but since the show the week prior, my nerves had been taken out on my cuticles and tonight was no different as I stared at the monitor in the private dressing room.

The Machine Guns hadn't let me out of their sight, accompanying me pretty much everywhere. I love those two more than my own family, but I had to draw the line when they were trying to follow me into the women's locker room. They'd taken my protests as a challenge and asked Nigel to arrange for our own locker room. Nigel, having a soft spot for me, didn't question the request and happily ordered for a Machine Guns dressing room.

"Last week was a fluke. The Motor City Machine Guns aren't good enough to be the tag champions. They aren't good enough to carry Bullet Club's bags, hell they're not even good enough to carry my jock strap." Cole pauses, for a couple beats, to soak in the crowd's reaction.

"And then, what really kills me, is they send in (Y/N) to interfere in Bullet Club business," he scoffed. "They send in a woman to attempt to neutralize the greatest stable of all time, a woman who has to resort to underhanded and shady means to help her team screw The Young Bucks out of their titles. Titles, that without interference, would still belong to them and to Bullet Club!"

Adam stopped his pacing, turned to face the ramps, and leaned over the ropes, a menacing sneer on his face and practically spat his next words. "(Y/N), you're gonna come out from the back, you're gonna come into this ring, and you're gonna apologize to Matt and Nick for costing them the match. You're going to apologize to the Club for costing us gold and you're going to apologize to me, (Y/N). You're going to apologize for this bruise on my face, you're going to apologize for your actions, everything!"

In our dressing room, both Alex and Chris were on their feet, fuming mad. I stood as still as stone, the cuticle of my left thumb caught between my teeth and my right arm hugging my body. I figured it would be best for me to chew on it instead of admitting to myself that my hands were shaking.

"How fucking dare he?! He interfered in the match first!" Chris ground the words out through clenched teeth. Alex nodded tensely in agreement, "You wouldn't have had to go as far as you did if he just didn't come to ringside."

I said nothing. For as much as we talked about the events of last week, they didn't have any idea that I wanted that kiss as much as I did. They knew of my infatuation with Adam Cole, hell, they knew of that weeks before this whole mess had occurred. They just didn't know how deep this ran. How every night since that fateful show, I had woken up, wet and aching, with Adam's name at the back of my lungs and the phantom sensation of his lips on mine. No, they didn't know and they couldn't know.

"We're waiting, (Y/N). We're not leaving this ring until you come out."

Fuck fuck fuck this is not good. Adam was a stubborn man and he was used to getting his way by throwing his proverbial and literal weight around. The fans had paid good money to come see a wrestling show, to see their favorites compete in matches, and to have a good time. They didn't come here to listen to Bullet Club whine and lick their wounds in the ring.

It was as I was thinking, that the camera panned to the announce table, where Kevin Kelly, Steve Corino, and Nigel McGuinness sat. Nigel, that lovely Englishman, looked dead into the camera and spoke, "(Y/N), sweetheart, I know you're in the back, watching this. You don't have to come out here, we'll get secur-"

Shit, Adam had overheard and rounded on the announce team. "Don't you say it Nigel! You've been soft on (Y/N) since she got here. You've been helping her duck justice from the Bullet Club!"

Out of nowhere, there was this surge of fire in my belly, and I was so angry. I'd had enough of this. Quicker than the Machine Guns could react, I was out of the dressing room and down the corridor like a shot. I could hear their faint shouts behind me, but I knew I'd be at the gorilla position long before they could catch me. Those who were in the ring were the only Club members stateside, thank god. Cody and Hangman were in Japan up to no good with Omega.

As soon as I was at the guerilla position, I attempted a smile at Mike, the sound guy. It came off as more of a baring of teeth based on the paling of his face. "Mike, lovey, I need you to cue my music so I can stop that shit in the ring."

Mike nodded quickly and hit the lights and music for my entrance.

I could see in the monitors that Adam's, and indeed all of the Club's, attention had snapped back to the ramp at the first couple deep baselines of my entrance music. A quick cursory fluff of my hair, snatched the proffered microphone from a particularly eager gopher, and I stepped through the curtain.

Damn that pop was loud. I grinned at the crowd, if just to mask the surprise on my face at the intensity of the cheers.

"You really didn't have to do all this or bring all your friends if you wanted my attention, handsome. You know I will always make time for you, you just had to ask nicely."

Well that was sassier than I was hoping. Certainly sassier than what the Bucks were expecting. Matt's jaw dropped in a comical fashion and Nick's eyes widened to almost bugging out levels. Adam's expression was thunderous, a tic developing along his clenched jaw. I couldn't see a reaction from the two Guerilla brothers, but I wanted to blame that on their face paint. "Oh c'mon now, Cole. You had so much to say earlier. I just can't imagine what's got you so quiet, especially since I'm not down there to keep your mouth occupied."

And there it was, my mouth spewing shit before my brain had a chance to catch it. The audience roared in approval. Adam's face split into a shark like grin, all teeth and bad intentions. "Well, sweetness, why don't you get your fine ass into this ring so we can talk about this like adults, instead of you hiding on the ramp."

His strut screamed of confidence as he sat on the second rope and pushed the top rope up with little effort, an invitation into the ring with Bullet Club. The head of the American chapter waved his arm enticingly towards the ring. To the outside observer, he was the picture of charm and charisma.

I shook my head with a husky giggle.

"See handsome, that's not how I do things. I want you to have my total and undivided attention," I crooned lasciviously. "It'd be hard to do that while trying to avoid the super kick party that I know I've been invited to. I rather like where everything is on my face."

Adam let go of the of the ropes, snarling, "Don't get cute. You have to be held accountable for your actions, (Y/N), everything has a consequence."

"See Adam, I think you're looking at this the wrong way. 60% of the things that happened last week were business decisions. The other 40%? That was all personal, bay bay, and I wouldn't mind a repeat performance." I dropped my microphone onto the ramp with a wink, and hightailed it through the curtain as I saw Adam's eyes darken.

My mouth was going to keep getting me into trouble, in more ways than one.

I was jostled out of my thoughts by O'Reilly's elbow into my arm.

I hissed and rubbed the sore spot, but my retort was cut off by a stewardess with a kind face asking, "Did you want anything to drink honey?" I stumbled over my words, my face flushing bright red, before I was able to stutter out, "W-water would be great, ma'am."

Kyle's stare was indecipherable. Even after the stewardess handed me my water, he was still studying me.

"Do I have something on my face?"

He shook his head. "I'm sure you're exhausted of people questioning you. I just want you to know that Cole's been mooning after you for fuckin' years." The words struck me like an actual blow to my stomach and I almost choked on the water I was sipping, but Kyle continued.

"I think since the ladder match with Gail Kim down in TNA. I remember watchin' it with him and he practically had hearts in his eyes. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't made a move on you sooner. He's not gonna take all that's happened lightly. I want you to be ready for the shitstorm that's waiting for you when we touch down."

"What?!" God, I was so eloquent.

Kyle responded with a small, wry smile. "You forget, I practically lived in the dude's pocket for years. I know him better than anyone. He's been a little obsessed with you for as long as I can remember."

I blinked at him, the words being slow to process. Kyle, who must've seen the gears turning in my head, was patient and waited for the words he could sense coming.

"That match with Gail was almost six years ago. There's no way he's been carrying a torch for me that long."

The champion gave a rather uncharacteristic snort. "You've interacted with him enough to know that he's like a dog with a bone when he wants something. He's not going to stop chasing you, (Y/N), he's got this idea of you in his head. He was already hard up for you before you knocked him out, which was fucking awesome by the way, the highlight of my week, but he's not going to let you go now."

Given my interactions with Adam and the rest of Bullet Club over the past two weeks, the implications of Kyle's words sunk like a stone in my chest. I must have telegraphed everything on my face, Kyle appeared a bit panicked and was quick to rush out his next words.

"Look. I'm not trying to scare you. I just don't want you going in blind, because you seem like a good girl. I don't think Adam has it in him to intentionally physically hurt you. Hell, the way he's been acting these past two weeks, I think he'd do just about anything for your attention."

I had prided myself on being one of the most cerebral people in this business, watching nothing but tape of potential opponents and allies, getting a read on who to trust and who wasn't worth the tape on their hands. This business was one based off of politics and manipulations of the human condition. It only took me getting burned once, when I first started in this business when I was 18, to learn that there was a game afoot and you either played that game or the game played you..

I'd known before the title match the risks, or I thought I did. I'd known the potential repercussions of toying with a flirtatious Adam Cole, a man who could be considered vindictive on his best day and downright vengeful on his worst. I had no clue what to expect from a seriously infatuated Adam Cole.

"So what would you recommend I do, champ?"

Kyle appeared pensive and he ran a hand over his face. He wasn't the only one who felt that this entire situation was surreal. "I guess it depends on you. "

That was a curveball and I blinked. "What do you mean it depends on me?"

"What do you want with Adam Cole?"

Goddamnit, he just stated that as if it was such an easy question to answer.

"You ask that as if it's so simple," I scoffed.

"Because it is for him, (Y/N). Simple I mean. When he wants something, he does everything he can to take it. And once he has it, he's like a kid with a new toy. It's his and no one else can play with that toy, even if the toy is just sitting on the shelf collecting dust. "

Its during this speech that I can feel my face heating with indignation and my fists were clenched in my lap. Kyle holds up a hand and stops me before I can even open my mouth.

"Let me finish before you tear me a new asshole. I'm not sayin' its right, cause it's not. What I'm tryin' to say is he's a possessive fucker and a lot of people don't know it because he covers it up by being as charming and charismatic as possible. Once he knows he's got his hooks into you, it's over. I know Cole like the back of my damn hand and he wants everything from you. He's gonna take and take and take, until there's nothing left. So what. do. you. want."

O'Reilly's gaze was too intense for me to make eye contact. I turned my head back to my hands, which were tightly folded in my lap to stop them from shaking. His words were like an angry swarm of bees and I had to choke down the rising fight or flight response. This was not me. I was not a reactive, emotional person. I made lists, I plotted for things that might not happen, and I had contingencies plans for my contingency plans. I didn't panic, I didn't get blindsided, things like this don't happen to people like me.

My moniker, the Most Dangerous Woman in the World, wasn't because I could outwrestle or outmuscle the competition. It was because I was prepared for everyone, in one way or another. Except this.

What did I want?

I sure as shit wanted orgasms, that was a given. A girl could only get by so long with the help of her battery operated boyfriend, when she's waking up at all hours of the night completely out of her mind and in need of a change of panties. Sex with Adam had the potential to be mind blowing, if the assorted ring rat tales were to be believed.

But did I want him? He was a bit of a hothead, overly flirtatious, egotistical, and prone to double-crosses. He was arrogant, acerbic, and had a severe dislike of any authority other than his own.

On the other hand, on the rare moment where he thought no one was looking, he'd seemed years younger, less guarded, and downright playful, especially around the Bucks. Where he was carefree and quick with a joke. Where his shoulders relaxed and his eyes crinkled at the edges when he laughed. That was the Cole I wanted, but I don't think I could get one without the other.

"I don't know what I want."

Kyle nodded, sensing that the conversation about Adam Cole was over. He reached into the seat pocket in front of him and produced an iPad. "Wanna watch some Netflix? I haven't started Stranger Things."

I practically beamed and nodded my head enthusiastically.

The remaining thirteen hours of the flight went by quicker than I'd like to admit, interspersed with episodes, naps, and happy chatter about what we'd be doing in our downtime during the two week Japanese tour.

Landing in Japan, saying goodbye to Kyle, and getting to my hotel had been a blur. When I had left Seattle, the sun had just set, nearing almost twilight. As soon as we had landed, it was late evening. Jetlag was a bitch, and all I wanted was a soft place to sleep. I must have looked a sight, all rumpled clothes and bleary eyes, because the matronly woman at the front desk told me as she was giving me my room key that she would be having a complimentary cup of tea and soup delivered to my room. She smiled and returned my hasty bow of thanks.

Now it was just an elevator ride to my bed for the night. It felt like the doors took a century to close and I almost cried with relief when the doors began to close. The elevator doors were close, so close to sealing and taking me to my ninth floor room when a hand stopped their progress and a too familiar male voice chuckled, "Almost missed it!"

My grandmother had a turn of phrase she would always tell me when I was small, something that never rang truer than it did now: speak of the devil often enough, and he shall appear. And there he was, looking like effortless sin in black sweatpants and a Bullet Club shirt, his hair swept up and away from his face in a messy bun.

The grin on Adam Cole's face spread to almost Cheshire proportions as he sauntered alone through the doors when he saw that it was just me in the elevator. "Well, well, well, it's my lucky day. Who knew it would take me a flight around the world to get you alone, sweetness."

Electricity shot up my spine as the doors closed and the temperature felt like it had spiked. "Look, not that you don't normally get my motor running, handsome, but I just got off a 14 hour flight and all I want is the bed waiting for me in my room."

He kept silent giving a casual glance at the directory of floors as he was moving towards me, my words clearly brushed off. For every step he took towards me, I took a step back, and it wasn't long until my back met the wall of the elevator.

Ding.

Adam was quick to crowd himself around me, his left arm caging me in, palm against the wall near my head, and his right wrapping around my hips to pull me in closer. His arm around my waist put every nerve ending on edge. It was the skin on skin contact of his wandering right hand finding just the barest sliver of skin exposed by my shirt that made me give a small whimper. The look in his eyes quickly shifted to something dark and heated at the sound and the fact that I made no move to extricate myself from his grip.

Ding.

"You wanna know what I think (Y/N)?" He leaned down to murmur into the skin at the base of my jaw. His mouth trailed along my jawline, the sensation of his breath and his facial hair caused my breath to quicken. "I think you want this as much as me. I think you can't get what happened two weeks ago out of your head. I think you want to know what it's like for me to make you scream my name."

He was so, so, so close and so warm. Body heat was practically radiating off of him as I began to feel sweat bead at my hairline. His lips were just an arched back away and the combination of his proximity and cologne were making the pink fog I had come to associate with his nearness come over my brain.

Ding.

"I think you like to hear yourself talk, Cole."

His chuckle was dark and the sound was like a bolt of electricity directly to my core, causing me to clench my thighs together to quell some of the growing pressure.

"That might be true, but I'm right, aren't I?"

I didn't get a chance to respond because he roughly pressed his mouth against mine. The intensity behind his kiss startled me and my mouth opened with a gasp. Ever the opportunist, Adam took the chance to sweep his tongue across mine and I had to anchor myself by grabbing his broad shoulders because I had lost confidence in my knees ability to keep my upright. Any misgivings I had had following my conversation with O'Reilly went out the window as I pressed back with my tongue enthusiastically. I'd be damned if I didn't give as good as I got.

I had never been so happy for the front desk taking my bags to my room.

Ding.

His left hand went from braced against the wall of the elevator to grabbing my thigh and hooking my leg around his slim waist, all the while his mouth never stopped moving against mine. Once he was satisfied with the knowledge that I wasn't going to immediately remove my leg from his waist, his left had returned to my ass, and with a firm squeeze and lift, he pressed himself up against my hips. I was glad for this wall and for him to be supporting some of my weight because I would have collapsed at the feel of his cock through our clothing.

Hard. Long. And given the amount of confidence Adam had, likely thick.

He was going to wreck me if this ever... no, when the inevitable finally happened.

Ding.

I bit his lower lip a little harder than I intended to at the first press of his hips against mine. The answering groan was almost pornographic, his hips pressed even harder into mine, and he began to grind. It felt like fireworks were going off when the hard ridge of his cock rubbed just the right way through my leggings, catching the little bundle of nerves between my thighs. I was practically mewling as he pulled his mouth away from mine, his hips never stopping their grinding motion, and began to press his mouth against my neck and collarbone.

Ding.

"God, the fuckin' sounds you make," Adam growled into the skin of my neck, making me shiver. "I've thought about this for a long time, sweetness, and you feel and taste so much better than I could have ever imagined."

I wasn't confident in my ability to form words, and they went completely out the window when Adam began to alternate between nibbling and sucking at the junction of where my neck met my shoulder. My hands went to his head and I pushed him away just far enough to issue a muttered warning, "No hater marks."

His only response was a devious smile and he went back to nibbling and placing open mouthed kisses along my neck.

Ding.

His right hand had become adventurous and had snuck entirely underneath my hooded sweatshirt and shirt. The touch of his hand along my spine caused me to arch into him with a whine and my nails dug into his scalp. Adam's hip bucked in response and he pressed his lips back against me, with what sounded almost like a purr.

My traitorous brain began to whirr. He liked his hair pulled, he responded to my nails digging into his scalp, he seemed to like me biting a little harder into his lip... Did he like a little pain with his pleasure?

Only one way to find out. I let my hands down towards his neck and then I dragged nails across his shoulders, hard enough that I knew I was going to leave behind little red lines.

My hips at this point were rocking against Adam's of their own accord, causing sparks of pleasure to fire along my nervous system. He thrust hard enough with his hips in response to my nails on his shoulders that my right foot left the ground for a moment.

"Don't do that again unless you want me to fuck you in this elevator."

The intense promise was muttered against my lips and I felt a bolt of exhilaration through the pink haze. That sounded so damn promising...

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open while we were embraced and a young, lanky bellhop, having not looked into the elevator yet, began to push his cart into the small space. The noise of the cart cause the two of us to look up at the same time towards the source. He looked up, made eye contact with the two of us, and grew red faced. I'm sure the position we were in was practically scandalous, hair mussed, his hands in compromising places, and my leg hooked tightly around his waist. The unfortunate bellhop was stuttering out an apology when I disentangled myself from around Adam, sidestepped the embarrassed young man, and dove out of the elevator to what I hoped was the hallway to my room.

I'd lost my cool. The pep talk I had given myself on the plane went down in flames as soon as I had met those too-blue eyes. Any resolve I had had to resist and be strong in the wake of Adam Cole's advances turned to dust. This was entirely unacceptable and quite frankly, made me doubt myself if I just turned into a puddle of goo whenever the former champion got into my personal space.

I could hear Adam calling my name as I hurried my way through the corridors, thankfully having found my room purely by mistake. I fumbled with getting the room key into the slot, the sounds of Adam calling my name in the hallways serving to further agitate me. The door finally opened and I swung myself inside, closing the door rapidly behind me.

The door had been shut for less than a couple seconds and I was crumpled on the ground of my hotel room, hand down the front of leggings and rubbing furiously against the slick little bundle of nerves between my legs. Given the state Adam had worked me into in the matter of a couple minutes, it only took a couple rotations of my wrist and I was coming apart with a broken sob of his name.

Morning came entirely too soon, and I woke in a foul mood as the sun hadn't even risen yet. I was jetlagged and exhausted and holy shit I looked like something out of a horror movie. I had deep purple smudges underneath my eyes, swollen red lips, and my neck looked like I had been attacked based off of the multicolored bruising I had on the right side of my neck and collarbone. I stomped out of the hotel bathroom and threw my suitcase open with a screech. Thank god this business had taught me how to cover bruises and jetlag with artful layers of cosmetics.

Bzz. Bzz.

Alex S.: You up? We're gonna grab breakfast and coffee before heading to the arena. Meet in the lobby in 20?

Me: Yeah. Meet ya'll down there.

I grabbed my go bag with my valet gear and paused in the hotel mirror to painstakingly apply a coat of matte red liquid lipstick.

My boozy aunty Eleanor, may god bless her southern heart, always did tell me that the best way to handle a problem was to put on some expensive lipstick and attack it. Once satisfied with my lipstick, I smirked in the mirror, and sashayed out the door.

Today, despite the rough start, was going to be alright.

Breakfast went off without a hitch, Chris and Alex were honestly rays of sunshine. It didn't matter what happened the night before, what kind of mistakes I may have made, they were always cracking jokes and constantly trying to out-clown the other. They'd said nothing about the amount of artfully applied concealer to my undereyes or the extra large quad shot espresso drink I had ordered in broken Japanese, even if it was clear that this wasn't all jetlag related.

I didn't pay too much attention during the van ride to the arena, or even the settling into the dressing room at the arena, I was content to just sip on my ridiculously large and sweet coffee. It wasn't until a production assistant came around with the night's card. It was when the assistant handed me the copy of the card that my mood soured again.

The universe just really, really liked fucking with me.

First match of ours on the Japanese tour?

Motor City Machine Guns, Kushida, and Yoshitatsu vs. Kenny Omega, Adam Cole, and the Young Bucks.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

"Erm, you okay, (Y/N)?"

Chris looked legitimately worried about the way my face had tightened up with irritation.

"Don't worry about me Chris. Just wondering when karma is gonna stop fucking with me," I muttered as I handed over the card to the man. It took him a second of reading down the card and then his face went stony.

"Wanna bet money that Cody is gonna be ringside? Hangman has a match against Evil."

I grimaced. "I fuckin' hope not. I haven't watched much tape on him since he left the 'E. I don't know what I might be working against."

"You'll be fine. You're one of the best damn women in the business today and we've got the utmost confidence in you." Alex called from the shower stall. "Where are we on the card?"

"We're match three, 20 minute time limit. We're on in two hours. So make yourselves pretty guys."

There was no time to think about why Adam kept getting thrown into my path. Getting match ready, even if I was only valeting tonight, was a painstaking process and we all had our own little rituals that needed to be adhered to. The makeup and taping of wrists and ankles were the easy part. It was the strapping on whatever scandalous valet outfit I deemed necessary. If I were actually in a match tonight, my gear would never by this revealing or risqué, due to the risks of malfunctions, but part of being a valet was to support your people by any means necessary.

So that meant we were honeypotting it up tonight. Thank god I had packed a wide variety of options. There was this strappy hot pants and bustier number that would be perfect with my over-the-knee boots for occasions such as this. I normally didn't need the red lipstick and the suggestive clothing to feel confident in high intensity situations, but given that I'd already lost my proverbial shit in the past twenty four hours, I wasn't going to be taking any chances.

The two hours passed entirely too quickly and we quickly found ourselves in the ring, with Alex's old Time Splitter tag partner, Kushida, and the Bullet Club Hunter himself, Yoshitatsu. We'd had just a couple of seconds to attempt to strategize over the noise of the crowd when the Bullet Club theme hit the speakers.

"Bullet Club f-f-f-f-for life..."

The crowd popped when five figures appeared at the ramp. Omega, Cole, the Young Bucks, of fucking course being accompanied by the American Nightmare, Cody.

Of all the tours to have left my brass knuckles at home, I thought, as the five men made their way towards the ring. Eight man tag action was going to be chaotic and awareness of my surroundings and the ring would be key, especially with Cody lurking at ringside with me. The five men were sizing us up in the ring, with varying degrees of interest. Nick and Matt were yelling and jeering, complete with crass hand motions. Cody seemed dispassionate and sized us up, his handsome face sent in a deep scowl. Adam had let his eyes wander over the four men in the ring before stopping on me. I could feel the hot caress of his eyes as they cased my body from head to toe pausing long enough to make me flush on my red painted lips. He'd stopped at the bottom of the ramp, chewing intently on the gum in his mouth. Once he'd seemed satisfied, he rounded his way to Bullet Club's corner.

It was Omega who had caught me off guard.

I'd known that he was an intense character, but catching his stare was like catching the stare of a mad scientist who had found a particularly interesting subject to dissect. I maintained the eye contact without flinching, when I was really trying to suppress a shiver at the clinical look, and he'd cocked his head with a smirk. He'd seemed satisfied with the fact that I hadn't backed down. He was the first to break eye contact, like he hadn't just been sizing me up.

It was as the members of Bullet Club were climbing into the ring that Alex began to nudge me towards the ropes. He'd seemed to notice that Adam had had his eyes trained on me. "Stay safe out there. If you have to get involved, make sure the ref ain't lookin'."

I nodded, walking with a little added swing to my hips towards the ropes. The heat of Cole's eyes on my back ratcheted up in intensity, I didn't need to look behind me to know that.

It was as soon as I was off the apron that the bell sounded to start the match. It was going to be Kushida starting off against Nick. They locked up and I was quick to start tracking the motions of the other Club members. Yoshitatsu, as the Bullet Club Hunter, had given us advice that really was invaluable: it's not necessarily what's in the ring that you need to worry about, its who's outside the ring.

Cody seemed to be conferencing with Kenny and Adam at ringside. The discussion itself was intense, with Adam reacting negatively to whatever Cody was saying. His entire body seemed to clench up and I could see the tic in his jaw from my end of the ring. Kenny seemed thoughtful and impartial, appearing to take into account both of the men's words. I didn't have to think long about what they were discussing when Cody pointed. At me.

Adam snarled and took a threatening step towards Cody. Matt put a hand to Adam's chest to stop him and Kenny stood and studied the second generation wrestler for a beat, before shaking his head and dismissing whatever it was that Cody had suggested. Cody scowled, clearly unhappy that neither of the two Club leaders were interested in his plan. Cole had seen me studying the episode in their corner and shot me a wink.

Through the course of the match, Cody didn't stop stalking in the Bullet Corner. He couldn't sit still and was full of nervous energy that it put me on edge. He was working himself up and it wasn't going to turn out well for someone.

It came to a head when all eight men began a brawl in the middle of the ring. Cody and I had made eye contact and a slow, cold smile spread across his face as he began to stalk towards me. He was taking advantage of the distraction of the mayhem in the ring to directly disregard what he'd been told to not do. My boys were going to be of no help, as they were busy trading punches with the Bucks. So I did the best I could do in this situation: run.

It didn't matter how low the heel on these boots were. It didn't matter how fast my mile was or high my endurance was. Cody had nearly a foot of height on me, so every two steps of mine, was one step for him. He was gaining fast and my lungs were burning from the effort. I had maybe twenty seconds before the second generation wrestler was in striking distance.

I didn't see that just around the bend, Kushida and Adam Cole had come out to the floor. I didn't see Adam gearing up for a superkick on a prone Kushida, because I had turned my head to check for Cody. What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion.

I had rounded the corner at full speed, as Adam was starting his super kick. Kushida, whom was in front of me, had some sort of freakish sixth sense of what was coming, and ducked out of the way.

Which left me running, full tilt, into a super kick.

The pain in on the left side of my jaw and face was blinding and I dropped like a ton of bricks to the floor, the right side of my head clipping just along the barrier on my way down. My ears were ringing and my vision was out of focus so I couldn't tell you who cupped my face so tenderly and was saying something to me.

Warmsafefeelsgoodwarmsafe

I'm not sure if I leaned into their hands and pressed a messy kiss to skin and slurred, "S'okay. S'okay. Happens."

The hands were ripped away and everything went dark.

I woke up two minutes later, bound to a stretcher, a C-collar firmly around my neck, and surrounded by medical staff. Alex and Chris' faces swam in my vision and I had to summon the effort to mutter, "Get the fuck back into the ring ya dipshits. 'M fine."

Their faces broke into grins, were they grins?, and then their faces disappeared as I was rolled to the back to be checked out by the trainers.

I couldn't tell you who won the match. Hell, I couldn't tell you how long I was in the trainer's room, being poked and prodded. I was cleared of a concussion, but it certainly didn't feel that way. The migraine I had was pounding in rhythm with my heart beat, my jaw was swollen and tight, and my hand was soon to be frostbitten from holding the ice.

I'd never been happier to see Chris and Alex burst through the door, sweaty and concerned. I could see the two of them grappling with their desire to wrap me up in a hug and their concern with injuring me further.

"Y'only get to hug me all sweaty like this once guys. Y'fuckin' reek."

They shook their heads in tandem and soon enough, I was wrapped up in a sweaty group hug on the trainer's table. We stayed like that for a couple moments, Alex mumbling, "You scared us taking that kick, (Y/N)."

Chris murmured his agreement, "You just went limp. We thought Cole had killed you. Though I don't think I've ever seen him so freaked out before."

"Wait what? Walk me through what happened, because I don't remember much of anything between taking the kick and then finding myself on a stretcher to the back."

Chris and Alex moved away just enough so that they weren't crowding me, but kept their arms over my shoulders and waist prospectively.

"I saw you take the kick, while you were running from Cody. You went down and down hard, I think you caught your head on the barrier?" Alex said, looking a little pale.

Chris nodded, adding, "Cole looked terrified, (Y/N), when he saw that he'd caught you with the super kick. He almost took off one of the medic's heads when they were trying to get to you." Chris' eyebrows arched, implying that he'd caught on to what was going on.

I shook my head, and then groaned at the motion. "Can we just go back to the hotel, guys? Ya'll need a shower and I need my bed."

45 minutes, a van ride, and two helicopters imitating men later, I was safely ensconced in my room. A hot shower left my skin pink and feeling a little more human. I had pulled in my normal sleeping clothes of an oversized Machine Gun's shirt and a pair of plain boyshorts and had curled up in bed with my phone.

Three new messages.

Alex: Let me know if you need anything.

Chris: If you need anything, text me before you text Alex. He took a mean powerbomb from the top rope.

My heart felt like it grew three sizes too big. I don't know what I did to deserve these two, but damn it I wasn't going to complain.

The third message was more concerning to me. I didn't recognize the area code, though a quick search of Google told me it was Japanese.

Unknown: Its Omega. Please, if not for anything but my sanity, talk to Cole. He's moping. I don't want to deal with his moping anymore. 850-555-1234.

My eyebrows disappeared into my hairline. How did Kenny Omega get my number?

Me: How did you get this number?

The three little dots on my phone mocked me as the man took his sweet time responding.

Unknown: Does it matter? Your boy is upset. Fix it.

Me: He's not my anything and he's surely not mine to fix.

Unknown: You so sure about that kitten? I'm handling Cody, you need to handle Cole.

I caught my lower lip between teeth and pondered my response. I didn't even get the chance, as Kenny had texted back before I had the chance.

Unknown: Fix it with Cole. The Club will owe you a favor. Within reason, of course.

Goddamnit, Omega had made an offer that the political animal in me couldn't resist. The thought of the head of the home chapter of Bullet Club owing me a favor? That was too tantalizing to resist, even if it meant potentially putting my soul on the line with Adam.

Me: You've got a deal Omega. Pleasure doing business.

I had pulled up a new message and punched in what I was told was Adam's number already by the time my phone had buzzed to tell me Omega had messaged back.

Me: Adam? It's (Y/N). Are you okay?

I quickly thumbed over to Omega's message before I psyched myself out by staring at the screen waiting for Adam's response.

Unknown: I knew I would like you. Don't be a stranger, kitten.

My face flushed red at what was surely a compliment from the notoriously enigmatic man. I was about to type in my reply to Kenny when my phone lit up and buzzed with text message after text message. Adam had replied and with a vengeance.

A. Cole: Where are you? I need to see you.

A. Cole: I'd never intentionally super kick you. You have to know that.

A. Cole: Please, where are you

A. Cole: I'm gonna kill Cody

Adam had never seemed like the type of man to blow up a woman's phone. The text notification at the top of my screen told me everything I needed to know.

Unknown: He's also drunk. Have fun kitten.

Goddamnit. I swiped back to Adam's message.

Me: Handsome, hurting Cody isn't going to change anything. Where are you at?

It wasn't more than 30 seconds before I got a reply back.

A. Cole: Bar downstairs. Can I see you?

I paused. I had a proven track history of not having any willpower when a sober Adam was around. Who knew what kind of havoc an inebriated one would cause. The cons almost outweighed the pros of inviting him up to my room, but that favor from Omega...

Cole didn't give me any more chances to think about the game plan.

A. Cole: Please sweetness

A. Cole: I feel horrible bout what happnd, I just want to know yore ok

Oh boy, he was really drunk. My traitorous fingers typed my room number before I got a chance to deliberate.

Me: 948

A. Cole: Thank you, I just need to kno your ok

I groaned and thumped my hands against the mattress. Why do I do this to myself? I looked like I a hobo in this oversized tshirt and with my wet hair tied into a messy bun. hopefully he'd be too drunk to comment on how tired I looked. Adam Cole was hell on a girl's quality of sleep.

It felt like it had only been seconds when I heard the rough knocks at my door. I gingerly got out of bed, when I realized how bare my legs were. Too late to go back now. It wasn't long before I had crossed the small hotel room to open the door.

"Ada-"

I couldn't even get the two syllables of his name out my mouth before the tall brunette man had crossed the threshold of my room and wrapped himself around me, his head in the crook of my neck, arms tight around my waist. The smell of his cologne was almost overpowered by the scent of bourbon.

"I'm so sorry, I'd never hurt you like that, thought I killed you for a couple minutes when you didn't get up," he slurred the words into my skin. "I was so scared."

I guess drunken words are indeed sober thoughts. I wrapped my arms around him as well, letting my hands rub his back as I hushed him.

"Its fine. Accidents happen all the time. If I wasn't able to take a super kick, I shouldn't be in this business."

He shook his head and pulled away just enough to look down at me. "No, it shouldn't have happened. I'm going to end Cody next time I see him." As he spoke his words, his grip on my waist grew tighter and tighter. The grip on my waist was tight, but Cole kept leaning his weight into me and I didn't know how much longer I could hold him.

"Come sit, and I'll grab you a glass of water."

His head had returned to my shoulder and he shook his head stubbornly, his facial hair rubbing against the bruises he had caused the night before. "No I like this."

Apparently alcohol made him more obstinate.

"Please handsome? You're kinda heavy."

He'd stumbled backwards, almost losing his footing, in surprise. I made sure to try to keep my hands on his arms to attempt to steady him. "Sorry..."

Fuck, he thought I was mad. His lips had curled downward into a frown and his brow was furrowed into a frown. Omega's texted words bounced around my brain to fix it.

"I'm not upset. I just don't think I can support your weight for a long period of time. If you come sit on the bed, I'll grab you some water, and we can talk."

He perked up, some light returning to his eyes. "Can I touch you? I promise I'll be good."

"Keep it clean, handsome, and there shouldn't be a problem." I guided him to the edge of the bed. "Just sit here for a second and I'll be right back."

I walked to the bathroom to grab a cup of water and when I had come back, Adam Cole was passed out in my bed, underneath the covers.

Of fucking course, because my life could never be simple. I wasn't cold hearted enough to push him out of my bed, he'd just had a match earlier and he was likely sore from bumps. That at least was my not selfish reason that I was telling myself. My id was practically crowing at the thought of Adam Cole laying next to me in bed, even if he was passed out.

I shook my head in resignation as I set the glass of water on the night stand nearest to Adam. Well, if you can't beat them, join them. I shut the lights off, and crawled into the queen sized bed with Adam. I didn't realize how tired I was until I had gotten underneath the sheets. I was asleep by the time I had ensured that there was a little space between our two bodies.

I'd woken up, four hours later, from a dreamless sleep overheated and feeling constricted by something. I'd tried to move away, but the something that had wrapped me up tightened its grip.

That something was apparently an octopus disguised as Adam Cole. Somewhere in the course of what was a nap, not actual sleep, we had begun spooning. Cole was behind me, his left arm wrapped underneath me and hand cupping a breast, the other banded over my hips entirely too close to my panty line. He'd thrown his right leg over both of mine and hooked me in tight. Which explained the hard cock pressing into the flesh of my ass and I felt the sudden, uncomfortable slick between my legs and my nipples tightened to pebbles at our positions.

I froze in my motions and my mind whirred against the incoming Adam Cole induced pink haze. I had to get myself out of this and I just didn't know how, as his body was wrapped rather tight around my own.

"I can practically hear you thinking, sweetness. Stop it and go back to sleep," the brunette man murmured into my neck, beard rubbing against the exposed skin of my neck and his right hand absentmindedly drawing figure eights on the skin above my panty line. The motions made me shudder and I gasped, "I can't when you're doing that."

The right hand froze in its motions.

"I'm not going to lie, I like the sound of that."

His right hand began the figure eight motions again, lazily tracing from my bellybutton towards my panty line. His left hand, not to be outdone, began alternating between caressing and squeezing my left breast. I whimpered and pressed my thighs together to get some sort of friction for the ache growing at the junction of my thighs.

"God you are so responsive," he mouthed into my neck, placing openmouthed kisses into the skin there. "Makes me wonder what kind of noises you'll make when I make you cum."

The hand on my breast pinched my nipple just hard enough to make me cry out and push my hips back into Adam's. He groaned at the sudden thrust of my hips back at him and I was quick to roll over and feverishly press my lips against his. I started to pull at his shirt and he moved away just enough to pull his shirt off and fling it off to an unknown part of the hotel room, before his lips returned enthusiastically to mine.

One of my hands secured themselves in his hair, which had broken loose from the bun that he'd tied it into and the other had settled onto a well defined pectoral. His hands had dipped into my panties to cup my ass. It was a particularly tight squeeze of my cheeks that made me hiss into our kiss and dig my nails into his scalp and chest.

Adam pressed my hips into his with his hands as he bucked, then stilled.

"This is your chance to back out if you don't want this to go any further," he choked out against gritted teeth. "Say the word and I'll leave, otherwise I'm going to fuck you into this mattress until the only word you're capable of is my name."

I shook my head, and leaned into to whisper against his lips, "I want yo-"

I didn't even get the words out before I had been pushed onto my back, his lips working aggressively against mine, his hands sliding my panties down my legs. I assisted by kicking the boy shorts to the floor his left hand hooked my left leg up and his right hand went to the pink slick between my thighs. The first touch made the two of us groan.

"Fuck you're so wet..."

Two fingers dipped inside of me, making hooking motions until he found the spot. I mewled at the first press of his fingers, and he grinned wolfishly, before setting to work with his hand, his mouth back on mine.

I could barely participate in the kiss, because his fingers were fucking magic. His thumb provided just enough pressure as it swiped over the bundle of nerves just above the slick opening of my pussy and the two thick fingers inside of me weren't thrusting, but pressing consistently in some rhythm only known to him against that one spot that made me shudder. The tension in my lower abdomen was growing at an exponential rate.

It took just a couple more moments of his efforts before I was shuddering and gasping my release, the walls of my pussy grasping at his fingers greedily.

Adam continued his ministrations with his fingers until I was keening and thrashing, but had pulled back to stare at me in wonder.

"Holy shit sweetness, already?"

My hands shot to his wrist to try to push him away, "T-too sensitive."

He nodded and pushed back to discard of his sweats. "I'll take my time with you later, but right now I need to be inside of you."

The revealing of his cock was almost enough to make my eyes bug out of my head. It curved to almost touch his belly button and holy fucking shit he was thick. It was enough to make me gulp and wonder if it was too late to call this off.

"Are you on the pill? I'm clean, tested two weeks ago and haven't been with anyone since the test."

I shook my head, still weary of his size, "Implant. The pill sucks on the road."

He didn't see my trepidation, and moved himself between my spread thighs. He rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy, stopping to pay extra attention to my clit and then he thrust into me, hips meeting hips.

I yelped and hit his chest with my hands. The intrusion was too large and sudden to be pleasurable, with the tip of his cock touching my cervix and my walls burning with pain at the stretch. He stilled and was shaking from the effort to not move.

"Holy fuck I'm sorry. I thought you would have loosened up after you came... Shit shit shit," He mumbled his apologies into my breasts, his breath torture against the stiffened peaks. The shock and pain caused by his cock decreased after a couple moments, which left the uncomfortable sensation of being skewered by a flag pole and of being too full.

I pushed my hips up against his, breath catching in my throat at the sparks of pleasure the simple movement had caused, my walls fluttering around his cock. Adam whined at the sensation and began shallowly thrusting. Stilled, it was almost painful to have him inside of me, but moving? The heavy drag of his cock caught every little sensitive hidden area inside of me and I was panting at the sensations.

It wasn't long before I was rocking against those shallow thrusts, but it just wasn't enough. Adam's arms were braced on either side of his body, his head resting against my breast looking downwards at where we were joined. It wasn't enough, it wasn't what I knew it could be. I took the initiative and grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged at his head to look at me. He groaned at the sensation of his hair being pulled, but lifted his gaze to meet mine.

The pupils of his too blue eyes were blown out completely, barely a sliver of iris left visible and the look of him trying to restrain myself was enough to make me bite my lip and bear down on his cock.

"You're gonna fuck me into this mattress Adam. I'm not gonna break."

His mouth dropped in relief.

" Oh thank fucking god."

He pulled almost all the way out and snapped his hips back to meet mine. I keened and he did the motion over and over again, leaving me to just grasp onto his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips for grounding. The slight change in angle had left me breathless and allowed Adam to slide even deeper than he had already been.

It was when the headboard of the bed began to thump against the walls that he began to talk, and fuck was he filthy.

"Fuckin' thought bout this for years. How you would feel..."

I was mewling and writhing at every snap and roll of his hips.

"So fuckin' tight and good and hot, like you were made for me."

The tension was building again and I was helpless, the ability to speak anything more than a broken sob of his name and asking for more having left me long ago.

"Y'look so beautiful under me and I'm never gonna get enough of this," he growled, his pace picking up even more, the slap of his hips against mine setting a brutal tempo.

I was so close, so so so close.

"You're mine now, (Y/N). Tell me you're mine."

My head was thrashing, the words unable to leave my mouth.

Adam bared his teeth, balanced his weight on one arm, and let a hand reach down to rub the bundle of nerves just above where we were joined, never breaking tempo.

"Fuckin' say that you're mine, (Y/N)."

The tension broke, and I keened to the universe, "Yours!"

Little black spots littered my vision as my body shuddered uncontrollably in pleasure. The spasms of my walls around his cock brought him roaring to his own climax.

His body fell against mine, his cock softening inside of me, and he murmured victoriously,

"You're all mine now, and I'm not letting you go."

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