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daddyhausen · 7 months
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commision for — @the-anxious-youth
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• shut your mouth before i fuck it — rhea ripley •
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{ summary } — a house party for liv’s birthday turns sour for rhea upon catching you getting a bit to comfortable with the birthday girl. she reminds you exactly who you belong to.
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, wlw, oral sex, scissoring, strap-on, markings, hickeys, groping, public teasing, hair pulling, jealous sex, dominant x submissive dynamic, sub!reader, dom!rhea, mommy kink, brat taming, fingering, choking, forced orgasms, vaginal sex ,rough sex, penetrative sex, female orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting
{ word count } — 4.2k
{ pairing } — fem!reader x rhea ripley
{ genre } — smut
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{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior
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the air was thick, a mix, a stench more like it of alcohol and tobacco flooded rhea’s nostrils, a cloud of smoke fluttered  across her cheeks from an unknown and quite frankly intoxicated party goer, reeking of cheap whiskey and menthol, the scents alone caused no harm, but the combination of the almost vinegary scent of the cheap drink along with the pungent, and quite frankly overpowering mintiness of the menthol made her eyes water, desperately trying to suppress herself from dry-heaving. god, why does liv need to go above and beyond with her parties? they’d become meaningless in rhea’s eyes, just another year closer to death she always says, why would you feel the need to celebrate something so morbid?
rhea let her eyes tiredly scan liv’s kitchen, the room looked more like a barren wasteland than a place she could drunkenly cook breakfast in the morning, empty bottles and cups strewn across the floor, vodka spilling out from the closest one beside her feet as she tried her best to not ruin her shoes with the substance. a pizza box with the contents half eaten inside, an inebriated couple doing what she could assume was making out behind the counter, although she did not witness much kissing in the second she had made eye contact, more like clashing teeth and absentminded face sucking it seemed. 
her ears began to ring from the sheer loudness of the music, it wasn’t an exhilarating ring you’d like the one you’d get during a concert, but more of a banshees shrill directly into her eardrums. she turned the corner into the living room, to find it more populated by inhabitants of the party, rhea was certain that she did not even recognise or know about ninety percent of the partygoers, maybe a handful at most, liv’s house almost about to burst at the seams from the amount of drunken bodies squished so tightly into one room. 
she met the eyes of a partially drunk dominik, the youngest of her quartet slumped against the wall furthest from the crowd, eyes sunken with a drunken stupor, slowly batting in and out of sleep. a sober and steadier damian priest keeping a watchful eye over the judgment day’s protégé. rhea made her way towards them, keeping her side firmly pressed against the wall so as to not get lost in the crowd of intoxicated bodies.
damian met her gaze with a soft nod in acknowledgment, opting to stay silent rather than strain his voice with screaming over the blare of music and chatter. he motioned for dominik to do the the same, offering a light tap to the back of the boy’s head in encouragement and more to rouse him out of his intoxicated state. dominik stared up at rhea, eyes glassed over and bloodshot with inebriation, his head craned forward slightly with a small nod before slumping back against the wall.
“have you seen y/n anywhere?” she questioned through a yell, despite having leaned into priest’s ear. the tallest of the three, furrowed his brows at the question, almost trying to comprehend the words that had just left rhea’s lips. 
“wasn’t she with you?” damien queried, the deep rumble of his voice seemed to match the bass of the music 
“wasn’t she in the kitchen with liv?” dominik slurred, trying to stand before damian shoved him back down by the shoulder, a silent warning to keep still until he sobered up.
“i was just in the kitchen.” rhea retorted, her accent becoming more predominant and thick the more her anger and impatience swelled within her. 
“what are we talking about?” an all too eager finn balor chimed in, that irish charm rang thick in his accent. hands full with whiskey, handing one to each member aside dominik, who gave a sour scowl, clearly not amused at the way he’s been cut off from the drink. damian, annoyed with having to play chaperone to the youngest, rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.
“do you know where y/n is?” rhea responded with a dull, annoyed tone in her voice. “i’ve been looking for her for the past ten minutes”
“wasn’t she with you?” finn quipped with a puzzled expression. 
“no.” rhea fumed, impatience burning inside her veins. 
the irishman pondered in thought for a moment, pressing his shoulder into the wall as a group of stumbling drunks passed him by. rhea grew anxious at the prospect of her love being lost in a crowd of drink-fueled idiots, though her exterior remained cold and stubborn. 
“out with it!-“ the sheer magnitude of rhea’s voice was enough to bring dominik out of his drunken stupor for a moment, the youngest butting the back of his head against the wall he’d been resting it on. a groan of pain followed, priest’s usually calloused demeanor broken for a second as he tried to stifle his giggles at poor dominik’s pain.
“alright, alright. don’t get your fucking panties in a twist, jesus.” finn resumed his train of thought, practially unfazed by rhea’s impatient mutterings.
“oh yeah, i remember now.” finn clicked his fingers all too chipperly upon his remembrance. “last i saw out in the yard with liv. by the pool i think.”
“thank you” rhea remarked, downing the drink before handing, well rather tossing the cup back at finn, who, along with priest and dominik stood perplexed. watching her squeeze through the sea of bodies.
“what’s her problem?” dominik questioned wearily, finally coming out of his beer and whiskey fueled haze.
“i’d rather not find out…” damian sighed, eyeing the now empty bottom of his drink.
finn gave a small sigh in contemplation, effectively choosing to ignore rhea’s attitude for the time being
“well, i don’t know about you lads but i’m getting me another drink” 
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rhea kept silent, shoving her way through the plethora of bodies, offering those who dared to question her motives a piercing glare. the glass sliding door glimmering with fairy lights strung loosely over the top frame, whatever she could make of the outside reminded her of an oasis. she could make out your figure through the smoke haze of the fog machine, she’d recognise your figure anywhere. she reached the door, peering out into the dead of night, the only light was from the living room, projecting out into the crystal blue of the pool. 
there you sat at the edge of the pool, feet lazily swishing the water. your body only shielded from the gaze of others with a tight black, micro bikini. rhea cocked her eyebrows at the ensemble, noticing that it was definitely not the outfit you’d worn when arriving. the faith you’d put in that piece of cloth was astronomical. your breasts barely covered, bar your nipples, so full and round, the string keeping the piece together was holding on by a literal thread. her eyes traveled down reaching the axis of your hip, having to squint her eyes to even make out the matching thong. your perky ass in full view and on display for all onlookers to see. 
rhea envisioned a scenario in her mind. the ensemble would burst at the seams, falling off your body like nothing more than a feather. your full breasts spilling out of the fabric, bouncing with their movements, so supple and soft. your pretty cunt bare and exposed, ready to accept punishment from her tongue and fingers. the buildup of wetness and arousal between rhea’s thighs just from the sight alone was almost too much to ignore, just to hear your sweet moans and pleas as she devoured your sweet pussy in front of everyone would definitely be a sight to behold. it was the perfect excuse and rhea needed the fresh air anyway.
the aroused trance faded for a moment as she came to. rhea gazed further into the night, further into you. another figure swam idly t your feet. the birthday girl had emerged from the watery depths, resting her head upon your thigh. liv’s eyes stared lustfully into yours, her lips eerily close to your clothed cunt, rhea observed the way you squirmed slightly whenever liv seemed to mutter out a sentence. your hand nestled in the blonde’s hair, massaging lightly, a playful glimmer in your eyes. 
despite the shine of blue from the pool, rhea saw red. you were too sweet and naive to notice but rhea clearly understood liv’s lustful intentions, despite the two of you being friends. rhea kept her demeanor calm for the most part, trying to quell her anger whilst it boiled deep inside her chest. she stormed outside, almost certain she’d ripped the door clean off its hinges. she made a beeline for you, paying no mind to the birthday girl, she grabbed your wrist as you hastily tried to wrap a towel around your lower half and retrieve your clothing.
“rhea, what are you?-“
“we’re leaving.” rhea remarked bluntly, dragging you away.
“i’ll talk to you tomorrow liv!” you shouted through the middle of music and crowd noise, leaving the poor blonde alone in the pool. 
rhea dragged you around to the side entrance, she did not want anymore unwanted eyes on the body she’d rightfully claimed as her own to stare at. 
“hey! where are we going!?” you retaliated, trying to pry your arm from your girlfriend's grasp. she remained silent, a scowl permanent on her lips. 
you’d made it to the car with much defiance on your part. she opened the door, practically throwing you in the passenger seat with a disgruntled groan. quickly taking her position in the driver's seat.
“what the fuck is your problem?!” you seethed at the fiery aussie, who merely stared dead at the road, knuckles gripped tightly, flushed bone white  against the leather of the steering wheel.
“hello?!-“
“why you gotta dress like a little whore around liv? you know she’s got the hots for you, princess” 
“is that really your problem,” you scoffed  “liv is just a friend and i can dress however i want it’s my body”
rhea’s hand released from the steering wheel, sneaking under the towel to tightly grip your exposed, still damp thigh. her strength alone sent a shiver down your spine and a thump of arousal straight to your core.
“princess…” she began. her eyes never leaving the road but her fingers creeping up to the string of the thong, toying with it between her fingertips
“i know your body better than anyone. i know how you feel, the way you taste, the way you liked to be manhandled and fucked out. i know things that liv only wished she knew”
you rolled your eyes at rhea’s statement, pretending that her words had no effect on you, despite the blush burning hot against your cheeks. her fingers caressing the skin of your hip with featherlight touches.
“so..?” you remarked, trying not to stutter through your words. “you don’t own me”
rhea gave a half hearted chuckle at your words
“oh sweetheart, but i do” she began. “who puts that pretty cunt to sleep at night? who makes you gush like a waterfall? who leaves you begging and screaming for more. it certainly ain’t liv” 
a satisfied smirked crossed rheas lips, acting all proud as if she’s won the argument, if you’d even call it that, her fingers released the string with a tight snap against you skin, the feeling sent shockwaves to your core. rhea couldn’t help but let her eyes fall off the road for a moment, to your breasts again as she did by the pool, how they bounced and jiggled with every bump and dip in the road. if she weren’t driving right now she’d rip that microscopic piece of fabric right off your form.
“you’re so insufferable” you mumbled to yourself, loud enough for her to hear, folding your arms across your chest.
“you won’t be saying that when my head is buried between your thighs, sweetheart” 
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the rest of the drive home was met with disgruntled silence from both of you. rhea pulled up into the driveway in silence. only a glance on her part that allowed you to exit the car. you did albeit meekly with some retaliation, only for her glare to harden. she followed you up the stairs, grinding her hips against yours as you reached the front door, her hands held a death grip on your waist as you shakily fiddled with the keys.
“hurry up princess, don’t keep mommy waiting now” 
you gulped thickly feeling her hands trail up your waist as you hastily unlocked the door. you entered, desperately trying to make a beeline for your bedroom but rhea held you back for a moment, kicking the door closed with the heel of her foot. 
“hold on a second.” she ordered. keeping you grounded in your position momentarily. her fingers twirled the corner of the towel haphazardly tucked into itself, keeping a shield between your body and hers. she ripped it from your form with haste, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud.
she inspected your body for a moment, letting her hands roam your form, squeezing and groping your supple flesh in her palms.
“such a pretty little get up” she remarked at the two-piece. her hands coming up to cup your breasts in her large palms, feeling your nipples harder under the still-damp fabric. 
“and why didn’t i get to see you in it first? why did you have to parade yourself in it for all those people to see, like a little whore?” rhea hummed against your skin, sucking and nipping the skin in the crook of your neck.
“i..” you mumbled through a moan as rhea’s hands grew more aggressive.
“c’mon, use your words like a big girl,” she teased, pinching your nipples through the fabric.
“i…i wanted to surprise you mommy…” you lied through your teeth. you just wanted the attention. rhea always gave you the utmost love and attention, but you wanted to experience it from strangers, feel their unknown eyes wandering your body, so hungry for a taste they’ll never get to try. you got off on it and you knew that secretly rhea did as well. 
“hmm, sure you did princess” her lips popped against your skin, a reddish mark left in their wake, one that would take days to heal. she snapped the strap of the bikini top against your skin, earning a harsh hiss on your part. 
“upstairs.” she commanded. following you close as you trudged up the stairs, arousal pooling between your thighs. she pushed you into the bed harshly, already positioning herself between your thighs. your fingers hooked into the string of your thong to pry them down for her before she swatted your hand away with a rough slap.
“keep ‘em on” 
you obeyed.
she licked a hot stripe against the fabric. the faint feeling of her tongue pressed against your covered clit had you shivering. she gave soft kisses to your core, tonguing the flesh around your clit, bypassing your sensitive pearl each time. you whined in frustration, wanting her to just devour your cunt.
“what?” she smirked. “you didn’t think i was gonna play nice with you after that stunt you pulled back there?”
you went pale at the thought. rhea was never ever liberal with her punishments.
“oh sweetheart. i’m gonna have so much fun with you” 
she undid the ties to the thong. the small bows at your hips fell with ease. her slender fingers prying at the fabric, your cunt slick with arousal, leaving a damp spot in the material. you heard her hum in contentment, her tongue jutting out past her bottom lip, the glimmer of her tongue piercing just barely visible under the dull moonlight bleeding from the small cracks in the blinds.
“so wet for me…” she remarked, although her voice lowered, a growl almost present in her words. she kneeled before you, hooking her arms underneath your knees. dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. she marveled at the sight between your thighs, your cunt drenched, dripping with sweetness and warmth, she smirked to herself, knowing that it was indeed her doing. 
with no warning she dived in, the cool sensation of her tongue piercing made you shiver as the metal made contact with your sensitive clit. she maintained eye contact throughout, those piercing blues staring directly into your soul as she devoured you. her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and nibbling at your swollen pearl. maybe you should flirt with liv more often if this were to be your punishment. 
your hand fell into her hair, tugging at the dyed, coal black roots, pushing her head down so her tongue could fuck you senseless. she smiled into your warmth at the action, opting to accentuate your pleasure. she pulled away from your warmth for a second to speak, her breath heavy and labored. 
“such a pretty girl, you love getting off on mommy’s tongue don’t you?” she cooed, keeping her lips close to your clit, peppering gentle, featherlight kisses to your outer walls each time you squirmed into yourself.
“yes mommy” you panted breathlessly, groping your breasts absentmindedly. she gave another soft smile, returning her head between your thighs, this time with the addition of two fingers, her middle and ring fingers. as she tongued your clit, slowly, making sure you could feel the metal of her piercing with each swirl, she added her fingers, beginning to spread your folds and fill your void with ease. 
she would not go easy on you, oh no. despite her trickery, leading you into a false sense of security before she absolutely wrecked you. her tongue flicked your clit in rapid succession, her fingers pumping and curling deep inside your cunt. she kept her eyes on you, how you’d squeeze and toy with your breasts, the flesh now free from the miniscule restraint of the bikini top, pierced nipples now on display. rhea’s free hand came up to tug on one of the piercings, twirling the black bar between her thumb and forefinger, adoring the way you squirmed and whined at the new sensation.
“thats it you dumb little girl, fuck yourself on my fingers for me”
rhea could taste how close you were, how your cunt throbbed around her fingers, how your swollen clit twitched with every movement of her tongue. her spit spread across your folds and inner thighs, sweetness forming a pool in the bedsheets below. you could not hold out much longer, the pleasure was far too much for you to handle. you tried your best to refrain, to stop the flood gates from opening, and you knew there would be consequences if you were to cum without her permission. 
“m-mommy-” you whimpered through choked moans, hips circling so your clit could receive more friction from her tongue. 
“yes, baby” she hummed into your clit. her words buzzed against your skin, leaving you numb in pleasure, afraid to spill over. you held out for a moment, trying to come to but your words would not leave your throat, seemingly trapped like concrete in your chest.
“you wanna cum don’t you?” she queried, the twang of her australian accent running thick as she moaned into you. you nodded, far too hastily for you own liking. you would have liked to hold out for a moment or two longer, just for the feeling of her tongue but you couldn’t wait much more.
“then cum. show me how much of a good, obedient girl you can be” 
you heeded her words, sweetness gushing like a fountain from between your thigh prompted by her. she smiled into you, drinking you in as if it were her first taste of heaven. and in heaven she was, she pried her fingers from your warmth, returning her hands under your thighs once more, dragging you closer so she could fuck you deeper with her tongue, 
she’d left your thighs shaking upon coming down from your high, breathless and sopping wet as you tried to regain yourself. she silently excused herself to the closet, leaving you to bask in your post-orgasm thoughts for a moment or two, staring up at the ceiling you noticed the small chips of paint beginning to flake and the thin cracks around the lighting fixture, something you hadn’t really picked up on before. not that it mattered. 
rhea soon returned, standing in front of you, her body bare, the only concealed parts of her skin were those covered in ink. her tattoos suited her frame so well, bringing character to an otherwise blank canvas. in her hand she held a harness and your favorite dildo. it was a simple, sleek design, black silicone with little purple hearts encased on the mold, roughly about eight inches in length and roughly five inches in girth. one that she had used on you many times beforehands. 
you watched on silently as she prepared herself, her body hovering over yours as she fastened the toy into the harness. her breath labored slightly as she teased your folds with the tip of the toy, pressing it rather harshly against your swollen clit, a whimpered breath left your lips at the action.
“you gonna be a good little whore for mommy?” she questioned, cocking her eyebrow playfully as she stared you down, jutting her hips forward, the tip of the dildo grinding against your entrance. you squeezed your eyes shut, pleasure once again rising between your thighs as her hips guided the toy across your clit.
“uh ah, sweetheart” she slapped your cheek lightly, rousing your eyes open. 
“look at me” she demanded, taking you by the chin, forcing you to look up at her. she repeated her phrase. emphasizing each word that left her lips with a pause
“y-yes mommy…” you whimpered meekly, feeling her grip on your chin loosen. a smirk creeped upon her cheeks, sliding the toy deep inside without warning. a choked gasp left your throat, feeling the dildo fully succumbed inside your warmth, to the point where you could feel her warmth radiating through the thin harness.
“oh fuck, baby. look how well you take it” she forced your head to look down at yourself. how your cunt clenched around the thick toy, how it bobbed in and out of your warmth complemented by rhea’s thrusts. 
“god…if i had a cock i would breed this pathetic cunt day and night” rhea’s growls resonated in the surrounding silence, echoing in your ears with such devilish praise. her body hovered over yours, securing you against the mattress, her breasts bouncing with every thrust she gave. you angled your head up slightly, the tip of your tongue barely grazing against her perky nipples, the buds swollen and hard from the chill of the midnight air. 
rhea hissed in delight at the sensation, in response, her hips gave a rather hard thrusts, a whirlwind of moans fluttered from your lips. she let her head fall between the valley of your breasts, licking a hot stroke up your skin, sucking and nipping the area and the surrounding mounds of flesh, marking you up with lustful bruises, all in varying shades of purple and pink. she let her lips trail to your right nipple, kissing the sensitive, pierced flesh lightly before biting down on it, tugging the bar between her teeth, letting her tongue roll over your nipple, leaving a glossy wet trail in its wake.
“oh baby, you look so fucking good. you love getting dumbfucked don’t you, my sweetheart? there’s not a thought in that empty head of yours is there?”
her words mocking yet falling on deaf ears and very much so. there was nothing on your mind other than achieving orgasm. rhea fucked you so well that it made you legs weak, your mind grew hazy and rotten with all the filthy ways she could ruin you. rhea could sense your impending orgasm, opting to hook a leg over your shoulder, pressing down deep into you, feeling the tip of the toy hit your cervix with such delicious force.
“oh sweetie, you gonna cum? oh i know you do, just look at the way your pretty cunt throbs for me”
you felt a moan catch in your throat, your cunt so swollen and overstimulated, not just from the toy but from her tongue also. orgasm teetering in the edge of release
“mommy please! oh fuck yes- make me cum, mommy!” 
rhea increased the speed of her thrusts, her own cunt soppy and dripping with sweetness. 
“make a mess for mommy, baby. show me how a good girl cums”
you released, sweetness gushing like nectar from between your thighs. it’s a pity rhea couldn’t taste you for a second time, but watching you cum all over her makeshift cock was good enough for her. rhea pulled out of you, spurts of your warmth still squirting from you each time your cunt clenched and pulsed. she left you breathless, unable to speak for a moment. 
“such a good girl” rhea praised, quickly removing the harness and the toy, throwing it to the floor beside the bed, before resting herself atop the headboard.
“now…” she began, tugging you lightly by the hair, leaving your head positioned between her thick, inked thighs.
“come give mommy a kiss”
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aalyssah · 11 months
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Shut Me Up
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Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Wife!Reader
Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Cum Eating, Mention of Daddy Kink, Face Sitting, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Oral, (Reader Receiving), Pet Names, (Pretty Girl & Sweet Girl), Praise, and Spanking. Minors DNI 18+
Word Count: 1,011
Request/Summary: "Could you do one for Cody Rhodes? Something similar to the 'take a seat' chapter with Jey please."
A/N: Requested by someone on Wattpad. Hope You Enjoy!
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You sat backstage, watching the promo between your husband Cody and Brock Lesnar.
Their feud recently has been going off the charts. One moment they're trash talking and the next, they're beating the living shit out of each other.
It wouldn't be surprising if another fight broke loose, but how would make you shocked. It was all over words. Cody saying something and Brock clapping back, but when Brock said something about you, all hell broke loose.
And I quote, "After I beat your ass at Backlash, I might have to pay your wife, Y/n a visit and show her who a real man is." The moment that sentence came out his mouth, Cody was on him. Punches after punches, everyone could tell this wasn't part of the script.
Yelling was heard backstage as security ran out to the ring and surprisingly, you went out. Cody never wants you going out to the ring especially if it's with Brock, but right now you don't care about that. The security tried holding the boy's back, but they kept breaking out their hold and fighting back.
It was until you yelled. "Cody, stop! Calm down!" Through all the ruckus, you put your hand on his arm, tugging him back gently. Cody stopped the moment he felt your soft hold on him and backed away. You held onto his arm, dragging him away and out the ring.
When you two got backstage, you sat there for 5 minutes, listening to Triple H scold him about his actions before going back to the locker room, getting your bags, and going back to the hotel.
Cody was pacing back and forth, mumbling things under his breath. "Codes, babe, you need to calm down." Cody stopped mid step, turning to look at you. "What do you mean, calm down? Y/n, he just said something about you. My wife. Of course I'm gonna be mad."
He continued pacing back and forth, making you roll your eyes. "I understand. I would be too if some girl said something about you, but you need to remember that you were at work. You can't go punching guys like you did him."
Cody sighed, knowing you're right. "I know, but-" You held your hand up, shutting him up instantly. "I don't wanna hear it. God, you need to learn to just shut up and close your mouth. That's the whole reason y'all are fighting in the first place." As you went to your bag, realization hit Cody.
You want him to shut up? Fine, you'll get it. "Then come sit on my face and shut me up." You froze, turning to look at him. "Cody, what?" You nervously chuckled, thinking he was joking, but the seriousness on his face showed it all.
"Take your pants and panties off and come sit on my face. Give me something to occupy my mouth with." You and Cody stood there, staring at each other from across the room. "Cody I-'' Cody went to the bed, sat on his back, and took his shirt off.
"Come on." He motioned with his finger. "Are you serious?" Cody looked at you with a scary glare. You instantly took your pants and panties off. Slowly, you walked over to him and sat on the bed. "Cody, are you sure about this? I don't wanna-"
Cody didn't let you finish your sentence when he grabbed you and put you over his head. "Cody!" You hovered over him, not wanting to crush him, but Cody did not like that one bit. "I said sit, not fucking hover." He pulled you down by the thighs, fully sitting you down on his face.
With a satisfied hum, he dived in, licking a long stripe up your lips, collecting your juices. You moaned, holding at the headboard, so you didn’t fall. He was practically making out with your core, kissing and suckling at your folds, nose bumping at your clit slightly.
The slurping and suckling noises were nasty, but not as bad as the noises coming from your mouth. He pulled back, catching his breath while smiling after hearing you whine. “Such a pretty girl.” He praised, rubbing his hands against your ass.
He teasingly nipped at your clit, making you try to pull back. A slap to the ass made you go limp, on the headboard. “Don’t run from me.” He continued his assault on your core, hand coming down to your ass, rubbing at your small hole. “C-code.”
He shushed you, attempting to push his finger in your ass. “Shh, baby. Let me have my fun.” You tried to stay focused on the way he was eating you out, but that finger was really throwing you off.
Your hands came down to his hair, tugging slightly when he lapped at your folds. Cody’s hands went to your shirt, grasping at your hardened nipples through your shirt. He slid his hand up, rolling and teasing your perky nipples, earning a whiny moan from you. “Gonna cum, daddy!” You were too busy in pleasure, you didn’t know what you said, but Cody did.
“Gonna cum for me? Huh, sweet girl?” You bit your lip, nodding your head even though he couldn’t see. “Go ahead. Fall apart for me.” You began grinding against him, hips moving at a fast pace to chase your release. “That’s it baby, such a good girl.”
He rubbed your thighs slowly as you came, praising you, but all you heard was mumbled. Your body was moving everywhere, legs tightened around his head, body rising in the air, and moans coming out your mouth. Cody had to physically hold you against him because you were moving so much.
When he was finished lapping at your juices, you rolled off him, plopping on the bed. You looked over at Cody, seeing him lick his glistening lips from your juices. “So daddy, huh?”
You embarrassingly hit his chest, hiding your face in the pillow. “Shut up!” You shyly said. “Shut me up then.” He said, pointing at his face once more.
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claymorexpunisher · 2 months
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Good Girl (18+ Fic)
Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I tried to tag everyone I could, but I apologize if I forgot anyone... Anyways, thank you for the love as always. I tried my bestest lol and I hope you enjoy! As always, do please let me know if you wanna to continue on my taglist or if you want to be taken off.
Pairing(s): Roman Reigns x Fem. Reader
Summary: Reader gets dumped on Valentine’s Day and Roman’s in the right place at the right time.
Tag(s): 18+, casual hookup, dumped reader, Valentines Day, dirty talk, praise kink, light choking, dom/sub dynamic, seated reverse cowgirl, mirror sex.
Word Count: 2,621
I got dumped.
On Valentine’s Day no less.
My boyfriend of 5 years decided to take out on a date to a fancy restaurant for Valentine’s Day, just to tell me that he felt that we were going in different directions.
And to tell me that he’s been seeing one of his coworkers for over a year now.
So here I was, deciding to finish my dinner and dessert and drink.
And upon laying eyes on the most exquisite dessert in the entire restaurant- dark hair pulled away from his face and into a sleek bun, an expensive and meticulously tailored suit over an obviously ripped and tone body… a well-trimmed beard that framed his gorgeous features beautifully- maybe… maybe I did have a bit of revenge on my mind too.
The strange yet beautiful man wasn’t alone.
He seemed to be having some kind of business meeting, his demeanor was seriously concentrated in whatever they were talking about.
I could hear his smooth deep voice even from where I was sitting facing him and the sound seemed to send electric tingles all over my body, my ex long forgotten.
If he had the audacity to mess around on me, why would I sit here and mope?…
This man looked familiar but for the life of me, I couldn’t place a name to the gorgeous face.
I had no idea how I was going to pull this off.
But as soon as the beautiful stranger’s chestnut brown eyes met mine over the other man’s shoulder and his lips slowly quirked into an inviting smirk, I figured this wouldn’t be so difficult.
I coyly looked down, smiling and lightly playing with the necklace that hung around my neck, a dainty golden chain with an emerald cushion cut stone hanging off of it and a pair of earrings to match.
I felt my face warm underneath his attention.
When I looked up, the man was beginning to stand up, effectively dismissing the other man he was with a wave of his hand and a wad of cash being plopped onto the table and he was headed my way.
My heartbeat sped up, watching him come closer and closer.
But our smiles only became wider as he sat down in front of me.
“Hi,” the man said.
His smooth baritone voice coupled with his obvious cool confidence warmed me over even more and for a moment my brain stuttered before I managed to recover and respond.
“Hi,” I said, biting my bottom lip softly as we sat there staring at one another.
We introduced ourselves and he said his name was Joe.
But it was only when he revealed that he was a pro wrestler- Roman Reigns- that I realized where I’d seen him.
I sheepishly admitted that I had brothers who would occasionally put on some wrestling while we all hung out and that his face had definitely looked familiar.
Me recognizing him a bit didn’t seem to deter him, though.
We sat in the restaurant getting to know one another a bit, despite my intentions of just looking for a bit of fun.
But conversation with Joe felt easy. Light. As if we’d known each other for decades.
“I, uh… I kinda overheard you and your ex.” Joe admitted, his features melted into concern.
“Dude sounded like a complete asshole.” He said bluntly, to which I giggled.
“Ah, you’re not wrong. But,” I shrugged. “At least he helped me take out the trash… listen, do you… maybe wanna get out of here? I’m kinda over this place.” I replied just as bluntly and I chuckled softly, looking around the hustling and bustling restaurant filled with people dressed to the nines.
Couples in fancy attire mingled and laughed with one another as they ate and if you looked closely at some of them and at their coy expressions, there was no doubt as to what they would be engaging in once they left…
I was waiting for a pang of nostalgia for what I had just lost, but as soon as my eyes landed back onto Joe’s smiling face I felt nothing except a pang of smoldering attraction.
I squeezed my thighs in what I thought was a discreet manner, but I watched Joe’s eyes trail lower and lower over my satin gold dress that hugged my body perfectly before his eyes moved back onto my face.
His brown eyes lit up as if he just knew what my body was craving for.
And holy shit I’d hoped he’d give it to me…
I watched him take out another wad of cash and he tossed it onto the table before I could protest and take out my credit card from my gold clutch.
And as he nodded and stood, holding out his arm for me to hold onto, I felt my mouth go dry…
~~~
Joe was staying at The Marriot not to far from the restaurant, thankfully.
My heartbeat kicked up a notch and my hands shook the closer the car got to the hotel.
Joe had one arm over the seat of the car, not quite draped over my shoulders but the heat emanating from his body, coupled with the sweltering anticipation of what we were about to do once we reached his room, had my brain feeling a little foggy.
I had no idea why I was suddenly acting like a bumbling virgin but it was starting to get on my nerves.
My heartbeat and the tremors in my hands settled when Joe reached out the hand that was resting on his lap and he slipped it into mine and gave my hand a comforting squeeze.
“You okay?” He murmured, waiting for me to meet his eyes.
I nodded, sure of what I wanted despite feeling a bit out of my element.
“Yeah, I’m… I’m good. Just… it’s been a minute since I’ve done something like this. Something… casual.” I replied, finally meeting his warm eyes straight on.
Though I honestly didn’t know how casual this would end up being.
“Well, I want you to know that there’s no pressure. And I don’t bite… unless that your thing. I’d be happy to oblige.” Joe winked, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it before he playfully nipped at the soft skin there, only to the soothe the spot with another soft kiss.
I noticed that he had beautiful hands… hands that I wanted all over me.
He chuckled as I let out a surprised laugh, and I felt a waterfall of calm wash over me as the tension momentarily broke.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I replied just as playfully.
My eyes couldn’t help but flutter down to his luscious lips and I licked my lips as his tongue poked out to wet his own.
Without giving myself a chance to chicken out, I leaned into him and cupped the back of his neck to press my lips to his.
I moaned softly at the taste of his lips, tasting the smooth tartness of whatever drink he had been sipping on tonight.
Whiskey, maybe.
Joe let out a pleased moan of his own, the sound vibrating against my lips as our tongues snuck out to mingle.
As soon as our lips touched, we didn’t care where we were, or about his driver knowing what we were doing.
Our minds, lips, and hands were only focused on tasting and touching as much as we could of each other.
We pulled away for a moment to breathe only to sink back into each other for more.
I whimpered wantonly and angled my neck to give Joe more access as his lips wandered.
Gasping softly as his mouth moved up to my ear, I could swear I heard Joe whisper ‘god, you’re a fucking goddess, babygirl…’ but I wasn’t sure as his teeth playfully nipped at my earlobe before his tongue again worked on soothing any light pain his teeth would cause.
Before we could get into even more and possibly give the driver a show he’d surely never forget, Joe pulled away and I watched him open the car door as we came to a stop in front of The Marriot.
In my haze, I hadn’t even realized that we had pulled up to the hotel back entrance.
The elevator was empty as I pressed the button to call it a little harder and more impatient than I had intended.
Joe’s soft chuckle hit my ears, making me shiver as my back rested against his front and he dragged his beard along my skin, tickling my neck and the spot on back of my ear.
“We’re almost there, babygirl.” He purred and I nodded, sinking into him as arms snaked around my waist and his lips continued to kiss along my neck.
I tried to fly out of the elevator as soon as it opened on Joe’s floor and we walked hand-in-hand towards his room.
He slid the keycard through with a steady hand, but as soon as the hotel room door closed behind us, his lips attacked mine again.
As Joe bit, sucked, and licked at my tingling lips, I gave as good as he gave me.
I let myself be blindly guided towards the bed, and my dressed be slipped off my body before I helped him out of his own clothes.
God, he was as glorious as I thought he’d be…
“C’mere…” he said, beckoning me towards him as he sat towards the edge of the bed.
As he turned me around, my back facing him and he instructed me to straddle his lap on my knees on the bed into a sort of reverse cowgirl position, my brain short circuited again as I stared straight ahead and was met with our own reflections.
I somehow missed the giant mirror that was dead center in the room but as soon as I spotted it, my arousal dampened my inner thighs even more.
“Look at you… so fuckin’ beautiful, baby. That guy was so fuckin’ stupid to walk away from all this.” Joe whispered in my ear and I moaned and arched into his touch as I watched in the mirror as his hands moved ardently along my body.
I bit my lip as I watched Joe kneading my breasts and pinching my pebbled nipples, rolling them around in his fingers and making my hips swivel on his lap, chasing some form of relief.
“Keep doing that… fuck, Joe!” I moaned and he obliged, taking his time and paying attention to my breasts despite the hardness I could feel resting between my thighs.
“Yeah? This feel good, baby?” Joe murmured, his breath heavy against my ear and I let my eyes flutter shut before he pinched my nipples, making me release a strangled groan of pain mixed with pleasure.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” He commanded and I listened, despite how hard it was with all the sensations coursing through me.
“Look at this fuckin’ body, oh my god…” Joe groaned through a clenched jaw, his eyes trailing over my body just as his hands did.
Our eyes met momentarily and he smirked cockily at how quickly I was falling apart for him.
“Grind that beautiful pussy against my dick, baby-“ Joe said, his words breaking off into a guttural groan as I once again complied, grinding my pussy against hard length.
The muscles in my stomach tightened and my nails dug into his arms that came to wrap around my torso as his cock grazed over my sensitive clit with every frontward grind of my hips.
I could feel his breath hitch every time my pussy reached the head of his cock and I felt his thighs shiver as he was no doubt restraining himself from just sliding into me.
But I was done waiting.
As if he read my thoughts, Joe lined himself up with my slick entrance.
Both of us released strangled groans of pleasure as soon as his cock entered me at first.
But he was pretty fuckin’ big and it took a bit of adjusting and relaxing on my part to accommodate him.
I let no more than half of his cock inside of me at first and then I slowly sunk down further, both sighing in almost relief as I my thighs were flush with his.
We looked at each other through the mirror, Joe staring straight through my soul over my shoulder.
My chest heaved with arousal as he only gave me one command.
“Keep grinding.” He said and as I did what I was told, my eyes almost rolled back into my head, feeling his cock hit my sweet spot almost immediately.
I watched him chuckle as I quickly reopened my eyes, remembering his command from earlier.
“Good girl… you’re such a good fuckin’ girl, huh?” Joe moaned, clearly pleased that I followed his every command to a T.
But I couldn’t help it.
Despite only meeting this man tonight, I was eager to please.
And so was he…
I groaned again as I felt his praise send a zing of pleasure over all of my erogenous zones and my made my hips move more.
“Slow down, sweetheart… I wanna savor this fuckin’ pussy.” He said, moving one of his hands down to my hip to call the shots and have me just the way he wanted.
Joe’s free came up back to one of my breasts and gave them some attention, our eyes never leaving our reflections.
My ex had never been this attentive… this thorough…
Watching Joe’s features contort in pleasure, watching the way our bodies were joined together sent a ripple of pleasure up and down my spine.
“God, Joe..! That feels so fucking good, holy shit!” I whimpered.
I was so eager to move fast but I couldn’t deny that this slow pace felt amazing.
I felt every single inch of him, hitting every sweet spot inside of me- even where I didn’t know they exist.
“That’s it. Good girl. Thats it, baby.” he praised, making me hiss a bit in pain and pleasure as his tongue momentarily sunk into my shoulder, watching my every move through the mirror.
Trails of sweat trickling down his neck and chest made my mouth water…
My brain stuttered as the hand that was playing with my breast slowly snaked upwards and came to rest on my throat, not squeezing but the sensation alone made my head swim and my pussy clench.
“Ah, shit… you squeeze me like that again imma cum right inside this pussy. That what you want, babygirl?” Joe said, now guiding my hips to roll a little faster.
I could do nothing but nod silently and squeeze the walls of my pussy again as my mouth opened in pleasure but no sound escaped it.
I could barely think anymore, but still my eyes stayed on him, intent on obeying.
“Cum first. You cum first, babygirl. You’re being such a good fuckin’ girl, you deserve it.” Joe rambled.
I could hear that he was close.
I could hear it in his voice, how his words almost seemed slurred and drunk with pleasure.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as Joe snuck his free hand in between, rubbing my clit in tight circles until my body finally gave into the euphoria I had been craving.
My whole body shook with pleasure-filled tremors until I could only release weak little whines and Joe finally reached his own peak, feeling his cum fill me up and spill over onto the back of my thighs and the front of his where we were still joined until we caught our breaths…
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Who’s Your Papí?
Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem Reader
Summary: Rey Mysterio comes to the reader who is now Dominik’s ex, hoping that she will be able to talk sense into him. Heartbroken, she kindly refuses, but ends up running into Dominik as he overheard them. Following, Rhea catches small wind and after leading to even more conflict, the reader sparks Dominik after making him jealous…
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Rough sex, unprotected sex, swearing)
Word Count: 3.5k
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“Niña, please. You’re the last person who I can go to.”
I had all of the respect in the world for Señor Mysterio, but I couldn’t do this. Dominik and I have dated for a long time, just for him leave me along with betraying his family.
He broke my heart into a million pieces and just hearing his name made me reminisce, all of this putting me into a dark world.
“Señor, I know why you came to me,” Taking a deep breath, I had to ready myself because I knew he’d find my response disappointing, “I can’t even imagine how hard this is on you, but I can’t do it. I’m sorry, I can’t even face him.”
Great, here came tears and after losing tonight, he was pretty much desperate, holding his hands to his chest while pleading:
“Please, Y/N. He’s just being brainwashed! And I know, I know that he still loves you. Our family isn’t making a difference, but you’re different. You may actually stand a chance.”
“I’m sorry I can’t even think about him, let alone face him,” I sniffled softly, wiping my eyes, hating that it had to come down to this, “I truly am sorry, but I can’t.”
I couldn’t talk about this anymore, taking my suitcase and heading out. I should’ve known that something like this would happen, it was just so hard to accept.
So out of it while heading to the parking lot and to my car, I jumped hard when I went to get in the car but someone grabbed my door.
“Hey,” Dominik said softly, able to tell how he was nervous too, he dumped me and basically rubbed Rhea all in my face, “You and I need to talk.”
“Talk? What is there to talk about?” Shoving his hand away, I shot my suitcase in and slammed the door, my emotions already getting the best of me.
“Easy,” He tried calming me, saying softly, “I know things are complicated, but I saw you talking to my dad and-“
“And nothing because I respect him, I really do, but I’m done. Done with all of this. You completely changed, threw all of the years we had together down the trash and I can’t.”
My voice started to break from fighting tears, opening the door again to leave, just for him to hold it in place:
“Will you just listen to me for a second, Y/N? Geez!”
“No, I won’t,” I glared, taking a shot at him, “Besides, how would your new, mamí, feel about this huh?”
“It’s not like that,” He tried laughing off, “I’m only doing that to get to my dad.”
“Which you shouldn’t even be doing!” I stressed, shaking my head, “If you had issues with your dad, you should’ve talked about it instead of pulling a bitch move.”
“A bitch move?” He took offense to that, looking at me as if I were crazy.
“A bitch move,” I repeated, throwing the last words he said to me, “I don’t want you anymore. I’m changing my life and you won’t be apart of it.”
“It’s like that, hermosa?” That was the one word that always got me. He’d call me gorgeous all the time, like a pet name, even said it in the same soft, sweet voice he always had for me.
This time? I wasn’t letting it get to me, hopping in the car with a scoff:
“Yeah. It’s like that.”
It was so nice to drive back to the hotel in tears, a dark cloud over my head for an entire week, praying that something at Raw would maybe bring some light into my life that I needed more than anything.
“Hey, niña-“
Here we go again. Señor Mysterio was hanging in the hall with Dolph Ziggler, picking my head up for them to show the sad look on my face and that I didn’t want to be bothered.
“Hey,” Dolph whispered softly and nudged him, “Go on ahead, I got this.”
This was different. Señor heading off while Dolph pulled me over to sit softly.
“Everything alright, girl?” He was concerned for me and expressed so much kindness in his words, “You look like you want to cry.”
“I do,” I stared at the floor, trying not to cry again and letting off my chest, “Señor asked me to talk to Dominik and I just can’t. I didn’t plan to, but guess who pops out of the blue when I was trying to leave?”
“That little shit,” Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, it did feel good to have someone who saw Dominik in the view that I did, “Look, I’ve know Rey, he’s told me things because we both have been attacked by all of them. I heard what happened and let me tell you, he does not deserve a girl like you. You’re far too good for him.”
“Thanks,” I said softly, still staring at the floor, whispering, “It still hurts. A lot.”
Feeling myself getting ready to cry again, I didn’t even realize that I was holding my heart. My heart truly hurt and Dolph tried his best to help, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and rubbing it softly:
“Hey it’s all gonna be-“
“Y/N, just the girl I’ve been looking for!”
Rhea.
My blood pressure skyrocketed just at the sound of her voice, Dolph knowing that this wasn’t going to end well, whispering:
“Y/N, she’s just-“
“What do you want?” I toned him out, standing tall to Rhea and giving her a look that could kill.
“So, I caught wind that you have something up your sleeve,” She was always trying to smile in someone’s face, probably referencing my talk with Señor.
Before she could even speak, I laughed at her:
“A trick up my sleeve? I don’t want anything to do with any of you. So, how about you go somewhere before you end up with a foot up your ass.”
Quickly, Dolph stood between us, noticing the step Rhea took towards me:
“You better watch your mouth!”
Of course, if it couldn’t get any worse, there was Damian, Finn, and Dominik coming to her side. My anger was controlling my thoughts and since I already took a shot, I fired out another:
“You’re so worried about me? You need to check your little sub in Dominik considering he wanted to talk to me last week.”
It was hard not to laugh at how she instantly shot him a glare, not keeping his eyes off of him till I looked at Dominik and said:
“Solo recuerda a quién llamabas mamí antes de conocerla!”
[Just remember who you were calling mamí before you met her!]
Damian covered his mouth with his hand since he knew Spanish, Dominik super worried when Rhea looked to me then back to him:
“What did she just say?”
“It’s time we left,” Dolph wanted to get us out of there and I didn’t mind this time, just smiling at them before walking off with Dolph.
“Don’t you walk away from me! I will get my hands on you!”
Rhea sure had a short fuse and I found it hysterical and sure enough, Dolph took me to my locker room and the first thing that happens a crew member telling me I now had a match against Rhea.
“Y/N, I don’t not think this is a good idea,” Dolph stressed, still being kind and sticking by my side, “But it’s too late and I’m going out there with you. They like to cheat and I know it’s just me, but it’s better than nothing.”
“I appreciate that, I really do,” I smiled softly, “I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”
“No need to be sorry,” He smiled back, getting the door, “Meet you at the guerrilla?”
“Meet you there,” I waved, rushing to get ready when he stepped out.
Honestly, this wasn’t a good idea, but my emotions were so high, the match was booked, and I tried looking at it positively. This match wasn’t impossible to win and I needed to let off some steam.
I got into gear and just like Dolph said, we met at the guerrilla. Señor coming over to us:
“Niña, you be careful. You hear me?”
Poor Señor, he was so stressed out from this, but before I could speak, Dolph patted his chest, instructing;
“Just stay on the sidelines for me? We got this for right now. Trust me, man.”
“I trust you,” He fisted bumped Dolph and I tried to help him out some too, hugging him softly as my music hit:
“And I’ll be careful. I promise.”
“Let’s go kill it, girl,” Dolph smiled, escorting me out and once my eyes fell on Rhea, I was in the zone.
I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. She was strong and I ended up putting more defense than offense. I wasn’t counted out just yet thou.
At the climax, I had her grounded and Finn was clearly worried, distracting the referee so Rhea could poke me in the eyes and jab my throat.
Two crucial spots had me on the mat, choking while holding my throat, hearing a lot of commotion and when I looked, Dolph was keeping his word to me, snatching a chair from Dominik.
Looks like he was trying to give it to Rhea and Dolph had it, on guard and ready to swing at Dominik, Finn, and Damian. Till Rhea caught him with his back turned, snatching the chair as he rose it.
Thankfully the referee was paying attention this time, yelling at Rhea to toss it, but Dominik jumped on the apron to keep the referee’s back turned.
Rhea thought she had the advantage, turning to me hoping to swing the chair but I returned that eye poke, and then I slammed the chair down, tossing it into her arms and sure enough she took the bait by catching it.
I played at Dominik too, mouthing, “Watch this!”
I took a fake bump, holding my head and pretending that I was laid out from a chair shot. The crowd and Dolph found it hysterical.
I even had to hide my face for a moment to laugh at Rhea and the referee arguing, making another mistake again by tossing the chair towards me. All three of them yelling at the referee.
“Y/N, psst!” Dolph said to me while I was in the corner.
Dominik had his eyes on us and it was like Dolph was reading my mind, giving him something to watch when he kissed my cheek, promising, “You are going to win this match. Get the chair. I got this.”
Dominik actually got into the ring, seeing that made him want to fight, but Dolph was quicker than him, jumping in and shoving him out, getting yelled at by the referee himself, but I listened, taking the chair.
The crowd began to cheer for me more, shrugging as I got it ready, and the second Rhea turned around, I smacked her in the side of the head with it, chucked the chair out of the ring and rolled her up for a pin.
I even copied her pin by putting her knees in her face, posing and sticking my tongue out at them as I got the pin.
This was exactly what I needed, smiling and laughing as they tried to get into the ring, but I rolled out, ran over to Dolph, jumping into his arms as he twirled me around.
“Karma’s a bitch ain’t she?!” Dolph laughed and I laughed right along, smiling bright as he kissed my cheek again.
Every single one of them were pissed, especially Dominik. I don’t remember the last time he had such a furious look on his face.
Just for Rhea to get up and start yelling at him? This was priceless and entertaining as hell to watch.
Heading backstage, I was receiving so much praise and support for taking on Rhea and winning. She was my biggest match yet and it felt so good.
On top of that, Dolph and some of my friends backstage planned on going out for the night and when I came back from getting ready, the fun was beginning.
“Ayeee mamí!” Aaliyah whistled when I made my way, having me laugh but blushing, fixing the black leather dress I was wear, “Do a twirl for me.”
“Only for you,” I giggled, twirling and laughing more as she smacked my butt, giggling along with me:
“Ayí, yí, yí!”
The only person we were waiting for was Dolph and as I glanced down the hall, feeling eyes on me, there was Dominik.
I was so out of it, just staring at him as he stayed leaned against the wall, watching me and I could tell that he really did have something to say for me.
Now wasn’t the time, startled a bit when I felt Dolph’s arm going around my shoulder:
“You ladies ready?”
“Oh hell yeah,” I shook off, giving him a smile and smirking at Dominik before I left with him, able to see the jealously that burned in his eyes.
“Hey, she’s mine!” Aaliyah played, keeping her arm around my waist and heading out of the door.
“Not anymore!” Dolph teased back, shooing her hand to hold my waist, really making me blush.
Dominik was shaking his head and with my eyes on Dolph, I blew a kiss, making sure that I connected eyes with Dominik one last time before we were gone.
I needed a night like the one we had, nothing too crazy happened, but I got a drink, some food, all my friends kept me smiling and laugh. It made all the bad thoughts go away.
Getting back to the hotel, I planned to go change and just sleep, rummaging through my purse to find my keys when I heard:
“Dolph? Really?”
I looked up quickly, shocked to find Dominik, quickly asking:
“How do you even know what hotel I’m at?”
“Look, I talked to my dad,” He admitted, defeated in his sigh.
He wasn’t lying, his eyes showed how he didn’t want to do it, but he did. Being honest took me by surprise.
“Also,” He was being honest, but he still hurt me and I wasn’t forgiving him in the slightest, finally finding my key and warning, “What I do is none of your business anymore. So mind yours.”
“Y/N, please,” He said quickly, holding my hand on the door.
I still went to open it, stepping in and again, he wouldn’t let go of my hand.
“Let me guess, you’re jealous?” Cocking my eyebrow at him, he stayed silent till I demanded, “Answer me!”
“So what,” He huffed, stepping in and kissing me.
I froze, trying to comprehend what was happening because as he kissed me, I could feel the person that I fell in love with there.
“Dominik-“ I had to stop, pulling my head back and feeling a tear going down my cheek as he shut the door with his foot.
“Did you forget who your papí is, huh?” He could still read me like he always could, seeing the conflict and trying to get me on the same page with another kiss.
I didn’t know why I kept kissing him back, even growing angry because him and Rhea popped into my head, making me growl out:
“Did you forget who your mamí is?”
He only shook his head slightly once and laughing for some reason, “Don’t answer my question with a question.”
His every move grew so fast, kiss leading me over to the bed and bending me over it, hips pinned against my ass while he toyed with my dress, tugging at it:
“Where have you been hiding stuff like this? You never wore anything like this for me.”
“You never said you liked stuff like it,” I looked back, trying to mess with him more, “Shouldn’t be surprised that you like it. Dolph sure did.”
“Dolph’s not your papí,” He leaned down to me, showing a new side with his hand finding my throat, whispering into my ear, “I’m your papí.”
“It’s too late to go back,” I was surprised by the grip he had, making it hard to speak, but I made sure to get out, “Now either get to what I think you’re gonna do or shut up and get out.”
“Come on, you know you don’t want me to leave,” He chuckled, his free hand slipping between my thighs and into my panties, two fingers running through my folds and slick, squeezing my throat more as he smiled, “That right there says it all.”
I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning, closing my eyes at the swirl of bliss forming, his fingers sliding in slow before pumping.
“Still want me to leave?” He looked down to me, letting go of my throat for me to speak.
I wasn’t sure what to say, my brain racing through so many thoughts, and it came back to Rhea. How I hated seeing them two together and how she changed him.
I loved Dominik, there was no avoiding that, all of this pent up emotion. I finally let it all out.
“No, I don’t,” I said in a serious, stern voice that made him stop, and when he leaned over to talk to me, I threw him down on the bed, throwing my dress off and I ripped his shirt open, holding it tight as I straddled him, pulling his head up to me, “But when you do leave, all you’re gonna think about is me.”
“Ah, ah,” He snickered, licking his lip, “I like the sudden dominance, but it’s papí’s time.”
He could move a lot quicker than me, flipping me over and throwing off his pants and boxers, I also slid out of my panties too, throwing them and rolling my eyes at him:
“I always ended up on top so, whatever.”
“Is that right?” His eyes grew dark, flipping me over and spanked me so hard that my face dropped into the bed, my ass on fire from just that one spank, feeling himself positioning between my legs, “It’s time I stop taking it easy on you.”
“Easy, huh?” I finally breathed in, looking back at him, “I’m not so convinced.”
“How about now?” In a single thrust, his entire cock split me, already smacking my sweet spot where he knew exactly where it was, sending a jolt up my stomach and it was new.
The second was even harder, more thrusts coming with quick speed, my mouth wide open to let out the moans, holding onto the bed cover for dear life.
“Damn, I don’t remember the last time I had you this tight,” He chuckled in my ear softly, arm wrapping around my neck to keep me in a hold, whispering in a dirty voice, “And raw too? I think you’ll be the one who won’t stop thinking about me.”
“Don’t act like you don’t love hitting this,” I growled, whining at the friction and ripping the cover down, throwing myself back onto him softly and it only made the impact more intense, having my legs shake.
“You know I do,” Moving the bit hair away from my face, he left some kisses along my cheek, tilting my head to face him, look in his eyes as he said, “And you do too. Don’t lie to me. I’ve been being honest. Come on, tell me, hermosa.”
I never had anyone in my life like how I did with Dominik and I could never lie to him, my entire body aching from the rough speed and my orgasm lurking.
“I do, papí!”
For a short second, he pulled back to flip me around, shooting his cock back into me while between my legs, holding me up in his arms to hug me and keep me from falling back with my head, scooting to the edge of the bed.
It seemed like he was going quicker than before, hooking my arms under his to keep the tightest grip I could, the smack of wet skin growing louder.
“That’s right, hermosa. Who’s your papí?” I think that alone was getting him off, knowing I was so close and my mind gave free, scratching at his back as I cried out:
“You, Dom! P-papí-, I-I, A-ah, fuck!”
“That’s it,” He hummed, laying me back and on top of me while buried deep, gasping himself at the gush of moisture around his cock, my entire body worn and resting in the lingering list.
“Maldito sea, Dominik.”
[Got damn you, Dominik.]
I let out with a huff, in shock this happened, but not opposed to the pleasure and finally get a piece of him back. It truly gave me hope.
“Lo siento,”
[I’m sorry,]
He placed some soft kisses along my neck, picking his head up to reconnect our gaze, “I know rough is rare, but I had to make sure you didn’t forget that I’m your papí, baby.”
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seeingstarks · 6 months
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hips don't lie
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summary : having a huge crush on danny, anna encourages you to act on it. his lil' dance being both a blessing & curse. pairing : daniel garcia x afab!reader (ft. anna jay & chris jericho) cw : cursing, teasing, slight babygirl/daddy dynamic, french/kissing, fondling/touching, begging, cockwarming, lap-sitting, fingering, piv (wrap it b4 you tap it), biting, slight praise/ownership kink, scratching a/n: reblogs are very much appreciated! had this in the drafts for a bit but y'know - got in my head n' all. x) word count : 1,626 words tag list : @harmshake , @adamjf , @josiewrites gif credit : @allelitewrestlings
the moment daniel started doing his little dance you were fucked. being enemies ever since signing with all elite, the two of you were constantly bickering with one another but the moment his hips swayed and hands were up in the air you were at a loss for words. luckily, he never seemed to take notice.
staring up at the monitor, you watched silently as the match went on between chris and daniel. a simple house show as the two men battled in the ring.
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daniel managed to slip out of the codebreaker, he was known for his swift reflexes so it came to no surprise.
telling others you weren't impressed with the outcome, daniel winning via pinfall however your facial expressions gave it all away.
"woah, you actually know how to smile - and for danny of all people?" anna questioned with a nudge to your shoulder.
rolling your eyes over at the georgia native you shrugged off her playful nudge, "no idea what you're on about -"
anna held back a chuckle and shook her head, "uh-huh tell that to the big ol' smile on your face, y/n. maybe i should call danny boy over here or get photo evidence, hm?"
no matter how much you denied, your lips couldn't help but curl upwards at the mere thought of daniel. he may be a real pain in the ass sometimes but you liked him, a lot.
a few moments passed by as the next match went on for the night, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through tumblr not finding anything that caught your eye, choosing to ignore anna for the time being.
"ah, i see. we're playin' the quiet game now? bet you and danny can get on real well together - wonder who would lose first." she teased.
not looking away from your phone as the screen shined bright, "anna, you're the only one i've told about my so-called crush on danny. we wouldn't last one night in the same room together."
"without ripping each other's clothes off?" an all too familiar voice rang in your ears, too distracted by your phone to even hear his footsteps, practically jumping off the crate and hiding into anna's arms.
"shit, do you think he heard everything?" you asked anna in a hushed voice while looking up at her, your grin turning into an embarrassed face as you scrunched up your nose, the same one you used to make seeing his dance.
"well, he certainly did now." anna confirmed as you felt a weight shift on the crate and hot breath near your neck, red death himself.
"so, little ms. y/n has a crush on me? should've known when i caught you staring at my hips that one time and not my face.. all that yelling and i only had to shake my hips a lil', hm?" he asked in a taunting tone.
you didn't even move a muscle to look over at daniel but every single fiber in your being wanted to, cheeks starting to heat up the more you hid your face against anna's shoulder shielding his view.
"y'know - y/n really likes watching scary movies. maybe you two could have a night in together, as friends or something more." anna suggested and flashed an encouraging smile.
the georgia native was always there for your ups and downs, especially those you took interest in. once you revealed your crush on danny you never heard the end of it.
"if he's up for it i'm down." your voice was muffled due to hiding against anna, "what's that, babygirl? couldn't hear you.. gonna need you to speak up - you'll be screaming for the neighbours tonight." he winked.
"i'll uh- leave you two be." anna waved goodbye giving you a soft hug as you turned to face daniel, "i'd love to spend tonight with you but i don't think i can wait that long.
"daniel became speechless as he eyed you up and down taking in every last feature from head to toe, absolutely stunning.
he hummed and carefully wrapped his arms around your hips before leaning in to plant his lips on yours.
returning the kiss you deepened it and he allowed your hands to wander as they danced along his abs, sweat still glistening on them from his previous match. you never wanted to come up for air because kissing him felt like the best thing in a long time.
daniel gnawed at your lower lip before slipping his tongue in your mouth, you doing the same as they moved around in no particular motion, hands reaching for any body part as you and daniel sat backstage on the crates fondling each other like two horny teenagers.
that was until someone walked up to the two of you and did a fake cough, "ahem, not that i mind whatever you two have going on but let it happen somewhere else." chris chuckled and threw a locker room key between you both, silently thanking the man as you stood up from the crates and stretched a bit.
"looks like your little friend came out to play-" you giggled.
"trust me, y/n. there is nothing little about chris." daniel added.
"oh- okay. i meant that little friend," you point to his growing buldge moving closer to him trying to hide from the view of others but he thrusted his hips up against you. "but i could say the same thing. making me so needy, danny. let's go, please?"
"don't have to ask me twice, beautiful."
you two swiftly made it to the locker room of which formerly belonged to j.a.s. but would now be used for other purposes. daniel shut the door behind you and took a seat on the sofa, patting his thigh.
"sooo... anna told me a few things you like. wanna come here and warm daddy up?" he asked in a low tone.
your jaw practically fell to the floor hearing those words come out of daniel's mouth. never thinking the day would happen. you nodded your head but instead of walking, crawled over to daniel seductively.
once making your way over to the sofa he pulled his ring gear down and sat you on his lap, "such a good girl, already listenin' so well for daddy danny." he praised.
"mhm.. you're so big. already wet just thinking about it."
"is that so? lemme' see-" you wrapped an arm around daniel and ran your hand along his abs, caressing them as a moan escaped your lips the moment his fingers met with your wet lower lips.
"fuck, you truly are soaked babygirl.. look at you almost making a mess on my thigh. let's get you taken care of, shall we?" he asked.
"yes please, danny. so needy all for you. 'wanna warm your cock up."
not a single word more and he was tearing your shorts and underwear to threads, starting with the tip as he lifted you up and your mouth made an "o" shape daniel wasted no time inserting the entirety of his length inside you.
you squirmed and bucked your hips against his lap, him taking hold of them as you adjusted to his size while small moans of pleasure escaped your mouth, being full of someone never felt so good.
"d-danny.. o-oh my." you nearly moaned his name and he was completely still, you squirming slightly as his warmth consumed you.
"you're so tight, baby. fuck.." daniel bit his lower lip and groaned, "moaning for me and we barely even started, tonight's gonna be fun." he smirked.
daniel began with placing love bites along your neck, starting soft and building up to where they would definitely leave a mark.
"mm, you're all mine now, isn't that right?"
you simply nodded but guessed daniel didn't find that satisfactory enough because he bit harder on your neck and thrusted into you deeply, "d-danny!" you yelled out in pleasure.
"yes, daddy. i'm all yours. every last inch of me." you cooed.
"i could never get tired of this or you, y/n. seeing you sitting on my cock like the good girl you are.. can't help but moaning my name when i," daniel stopped talking briefly and thrusted up into you, feeling hot breath against your neck, "do this.. the noises you make are music to my ears. no matter if we're fucking or going on cute dates together i want it all with you." he confessed his feelings to you, pulling you into a passionate kiss.
the kiss lasted until either one of you had to come up for air, moaning in between it as you felt his cock twitch inside you, "that's all i ever wanted to hear, danny. you and your silly dance make my heart beat twice."
he smiled against your neck before teasing with a few slow and taunting thrusts then doing deep ones which felt like he was up in your stomach, "daniel, motherfuckin' garcia!!!" you scratched along his abs marking him up as he glanced up at you enamoured by the way your breasts bounced when he thrusted into you and how much tighter you squeezed when he went deeper.
sweat beaded on both of your foreheads, feeling a release near however a knock could be heard on the door and it didn't halt daniel's actions.
"be quiet for me, babygirl? wouldn't 'wanna ruin all this fun now would we?"
you shook your head and bit down on your lip, "d-daddy.. feels so good!" you cried out hardly even trying to keep quiet as you came on his cock feeling him burst with one last thrust as you panted.
"good thing i remembered to lock the door." daniel laughed and you playfully punched him.
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coleskingdom · 19 days
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Laundry Day
Will Ospreay x female reader
Minors DNI NSFW
@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri
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The rain had soaked my clothes as I came in through the laundry room. I hadn’t expected to see Will in the laundry room, waiting on me with a warm towel. “There’s my girl" His mischievous grin, making me smile, as the wet clothes clung to my body. “This feels good” I said as the warmth of the towel and his body heat surrounded me. His hand tilted my chin up to look at him.
His lips crash into mine, all consuming. His tongue ravishes my mouth, plundering and exploring as he lifts me off the floor, spins us around, and plops me onto the washing machine. He sucks my lower lip between his teeth. “I’ve missed you” he whispers. He wraps my legs around his waist and scoots me to the edge of the washer, so his hard cock strokes my center. I suck his lip into my mouth and nibble at the soft pillow. He rocks his hips, rubbing his rock-hard erection against my clit. Once, then twice. My entire body shudders at the friction, and then he stops.
Before I can yank his joggers down he's yanking my wet shirt off and diving headfirst into my breasts. His mouth closes around a sharp peak, and my back arches from the pleasure that races straight to my core. He lifts me off the washer long enough to tear my yoga pants and panties off in one swift move. Then he drops me back on the cold metal of the lid. Will snakes a hand around my back, presses a button and a chime rings out over our ragged pants. The washing machine begins to vibrate beneath me, stoking the rising heat between my sensitive folds. "Oh, Will" I moan. “This machine has been vibrating for months, I ordered a new one, I figured we might as well put it to good use.”his voice raspy and full of lust.
He spreads my legs and trails his lips across my inner thigh. My hands wrap around his wild hair, fingers threading through his silky locks. I'd been so consumed by his tongue I'd completely missed when he'd shed his pants and boxers. He's working his mouth toward my throbbing center, and I'm completely mesmerized by the Blonde head of hair bobbing between my legs. Will sucks my clit into his mouth, and stars dance across my vision. My core clenches as he nibbles the overstimulated bud, and my legs wrap around his hips, drawing him closer.
One hand travels up my torso, and his fingers close around my nipple. He pinches, and a squeal bursts free as the pleasure surges in a direct link to my core. Releasing the delicate peak, he palms my breast, squeezing and kneading until my hips buck against his mouth.
His tongue dives into me as his thumb circles my clit, and my head tips back, fingers scrambling for something to hold on to across the smooth metal of the washer. Its vibrations combined with this man's skills are almost too much.
He plunges a finger in next, and my insides clench around him. Oh, fuck, I'm close. The onslaught of sensations drive me closer and closer to the edge. “Will, I want you inside me” I moan, “First, I need you to just let go for me, I’ve got you.”his words alone wring the orgasm right from my clenching apex. I ride his thick finger and his devastating tongue, hips rolling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
He holds me in place until the final rush ebbs into a faint buzz. Will pivots an inch, just enough to keep me writhing for more.
My breasts rub against his bare chest, drawing the nipples to tight points.
“Will,you can turn anything into the hottest place to have sex.”I murmur against his ear before nibbling on his soft lobe. My hands clench around his ass, forcing him closer. His thick shaft strokes my still pulsating center. He hisses out a curse, his own head falling back. It's all the urging I need.
With the washer still vibrating beneath me and my ass perched on the edge of the machine, I guide his cock to my entrance. “Only with you, my sweet girl.” he rasped his piercing orbs diving so deep into mine they nearly touch my soul.
"Come for me, first." His hands clamp around my ass, and he lifts me from the washer, so I cling onto him. At this angle, his head finds that mythical spot and thrust with confidence of a man who knows my body is his and only his. I moan as he plunges deeper, his hands guiding my hips over his shaft.
Harder. Faster. The orgasm builds at an alarming rate. I wriggle and squirm, the sensations too overwhelming. “Will, oh fuck, I’m about to “An explosion of pleasure floods my core, and for an instant, my heart stops, my lungs fail, every part of me ceases to function. Only the fiery sensations exist.
He drives harder, a deep growl vibrating his chest a second before his dick twitches inside me. My pussy clenches around him, wringing out his own pleasure. Warmth spills down my legs as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His muffled groans shake my entire body, only intensifying the powerful release.
We remain there, motionless, for a long moment, him standing and me with my legs wrapped around his hips, holding on for dear life. We untangle ourselves. “Where the hell did you get this idea from?” I asked, “It was on an episode of Mad Men. Betty Draper accidentally found out. “ his grin making me laugh and bury my head in his chest again.
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dirtywrestling · 9 months
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The Cleaner - Kenny Omega (18+)
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Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female!Reader
Summary: Kenny shows you why they called him 'The Cleaner'
Warnings: 18+ Blog, Dirty Talk, Oral, Smut, Cussing, Cream Pie Eating, Riding, MINROS DNI!
Word Count: 2,920
Follow My Side Blog!: @dirtywresling102
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The hot summer sun made your eyes squint as you wiped sweat off your forehead. The metal bench burnt you through the jean shorts you wore forcing you to squirm slightly to get comfortable. “Finally.” You smiled widely as you grabbed your cone from your boyfriend's hand while he approached you. Kenny smiled down at you watching you flick your tongue over the soft serve. 
“Careful, you’ll get a brain freeze.” Kenny warned, placing napkins down on the table. 
Ignoring his comment you twisted the cone, making sure to lick the ice cream evenly. You smiled to see the two Jackson brothers making their way towards the table with ice cream cones in hand. “Vanilla is gross.” Nick scrunched his nose.
“No, chocolate is gross.” Matt argued as they both sat across the bench from you and Kenny. 
“You two are gross.” You teased, tongue dragging over the slight melted ice cream from the summer heat. 
You and Kenny decided to arrive at the next town where AEW was taking place a day early. Miami, Florida was filled with things to do plus, Matt and Nick lived there so they begged for you guys to come a day early to hang out. Kenny had the perfect idea to hang out at an ice cream shop with a mini golf course attached to it.
“Look at Kenny go.” Nick snickered towards his friend. 
Glancing over at your boyfriend you noticed his large ice cream was almost gone, his expert tongue lapping at the treat, he twirled the cone making sure not to miss a drop. His large tongue was flat as he glazed the creamy goodness across. 
“They don’t call him ‘The Cleaner’ for nothin’.” Matt giggled which made you raise an eyebrow. 
“Huh?” You asked both of the boys who cleared their throats and tried to eat their ice cream again. “What do you mean ‘that’s why they call him the cleaner?’” You were confused by the statement. 
“It’s nothing.” Kenny glared towards the brothers. “Finish your ice cream and we can play golf.” Kenny smiled, already eating the cone of his dessert. Nodding you continued to lick away at your frozen treat trying to think of what Matt meant earlier.
The frozen treat that was in your hand was fully eaten and replaced by a little purple putter as you stood on the fake grass. The boys argued on who’d go first but you were zoned out, too deep in your thoughts. 
Maybe they really call him the cleaner because he eats ice cream so fast that it doesn’t even melt? 
Maybe he got his name because he cleans really well? Psh, the only thing he truly deep cleans was his PC. 
Your gaze snapped from the fake grass towards the boys who were already at the other course across from you. “Y/N?” Kenny asked, a frown settled upon his lips as he made his way towards you. “Are you okay?” He asked, his hand coming to your forehead. “Are you having heat exhaustion?” Kenny asked worriedly.
You couldn’t help but to smile at him, he was always so caring and he knew how sensitive you were in the heat, especially on days like this. “I’m fine, just uh thinking on my move.” You lied, placing the purple ball down you tapped it with ease making it go right into the hole. Kenny nodded towards you, placing a kiss on your forehead. 
“Let's go to the next one.” He smiled, grabbing your ball he held your hand and guided you both towards the brothers. 
You held your boyfriend's hand tightly, your mind still thinking about how Matt and Nick giggled at Kenny’s ring name, you wanted to know how he truly got it and why they really do call him ‘The Cleaner’.
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Kenny shut the door to the hotel room as you walked into the large suite. Sitting down on the sofa you pulled your phone out and started to scroll through it quietly. “Okay, what gives?” Kenny asked as he was now in front of you with his arms crossed.
“What do you mean?” You mumbled lowly on purpose, not wanting to be heard. Your eyes are still glued onto your phone. 
“Y/N, come on. I know something is bothering you. You didn’t talk during the mini golf game, you stared out the window during the drive and when we passed by Chick-Fil-A you didn’t ask to stop and you didn’t hold my hand during these moments.” 
You could feel Kenny’s eyes borrowing into you. You stopped scrolling through your phone and cursed under your breath for this man knowing you so well. Clicking your phone to lock mode you sighed out. “The Cleaner.” You said, placing your phone next to you and looking up at Kenny who had a confused look upon his face. “Your ring name, The Cleaner, from New Japan.” You tried to clarify. 
“Yes, I know. What about my old ring name, baby?” Kenny sat next to you, he placed his hands on your bare leg, rubbing it to soothe your nerves. 
“Why did they call you The Cleaner back then?” You asked. Kenny’s adams apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly to your question. “And why was Matt and Nick giggling about it earlier?” You frowned, scared to hear his answer as Kenny was laughing nervously and scratching the back of his head. 
“Well, Y/N. The thing is, with that.” Kenny was trailing off, trying to find the correct words before he spoke. “You know how before we met, we dated other people.” 
“Uh-Huh.” You were trying to follow what he was saying.
His blue eyes were looking around the hotel other than you. “And the thing is that when I was in New Japan, I wasn’t who I am today.”
“Right.” You said.
“So, back then I uh, was younger and in a new country and I wasn’t dating anyone but I wasn’t free either.” Kenny finally looked at you to see your reaction. His blue eyes staring at you to see if you were following what he was saying. 
“So, you were a fuck boy back then?” You asked from gathering the information he was saying. 
“Uh, yeah basically. I’m not proud of it.” 
“But that doesn’t explain why they called you ‘The Cleaner’.” 
“It might be easier just to show you why they used to call me ‘The Cleaner’.” Kenny smirked widely, he stood up from the sofa and pulled off his tank top tossing it somewhere on the floor. Your face heated up as you saw him standing there, muscular. He always made you fidget and blush whenever he was naked or even shirtless wrestling in the ring. 
“Come here, get up.” Kenny helps you up to your feet.
“What are you doing?” You laughed as he took your shirt off and tossed it. You raised your arms up as Kenny pulled off your sports bra. “You know, if you wanted to fuck you didn’t have to ask- Fuck.” You exhaled out a moan as Kenny leaned down and attacked his lips to your nipple, his large hands cupping them as his tongue worked on your left breast, swirling and flicking the bud. 
You arched into his touch, tossing your head back as his hands massaged your breasts. His thumb brushed over your right nipple, his arm hand spread goosebumps across your chest as you shivered into his touch. “Fuck, Kenny.” You whined, looking down at him you met his big beautiful lust full eyes staring up at you. 
Something ignited a fire in your lower stomach, maybe it was how Kenny was staring and admiring you while having his face flushed against your breasts, your panties were slowly getting wet. “Oh baby.” You moaned, your hands going into his dark locks as he kissed across your breast and latched his lips onto your right nipple. “Hmm, Kenny.” You whimpered out, feeling his teeth gaze against your erect nipple and had you shivering, covered in goosebumps.
Kenny’s warm mouth pulled away from your chest, he licked his lips and pushed his shorts down his thick thighs, kicking them off. His hands started to fiddle with the hem of your shorts, lazily pushing them down your legs, pooling around your ankles. He helped you kick them to the side, as he smiled down at you. “I’ll show you why they call me The Cleaner, baby.” 
Kenny took a seat on the sofa and patted his lap for you to straddle him. Blushing as you stood in front of Kenny with only your panties on you crawled on top of him, each leg straddling his side. Kenny’s two large fingers pressed against your core through your panties, slowly going up and down the slit of your pussy. “Hmm, already damp in these cute panties. How wet do you get for me, love?” 
Soft breaths left your throat as you rolled your hips against his soft touch against your clothed cunt. “Yes. You make me so wet.” You whimpered, the friction against his fingers had your lower stomach tightening as the pad of his thumb pressed against the button of your clit. You squealed out softly as the sensation shot up your spin, grinding down on his palm. “Fuck, Kenny, please I need you.”
“Well, since you’ve asked so nicely.” Kenny chuckled, he dipped his fingers inside your panties, placing them against your wet lips and slowly slid two of them inside of you. “Oh, my.” He grinned looking up at you as your eyes were shut in pure bliss. “Is this all for me?” Kenny hummed as his fingers slowly started to push in and out of you. Soft squelching sounds erupted in the hotel room as Kenny thrust his fingers.
“Y- Yes, it’s for you, all for you, fuck faster.” You begged as you grind your hips against his large digits, moaning. Each time Kenny thrust his fingers inside of you, you made sure to meet up with his movements, moaning and whimpering along the way. “You’re going to m- make me come.” You panted as Kenny’s two digits were fucking into you at a fast pace. 
Kenny chuckled lowly at how he got you to your climax so quickly, stopping his movements he slowly pulled his fingers out from you causing you to wince at the emptiness. Kenny gripped your lacy panties and pulled them apart, ripping the fabric into shreds and tossing them off to the side. “Come here, baby.” He placed his hands upon your waist, hovering your soaked cunt over his raging erection.
Placing your hands upon Kenny’s broad shoulders for support, you slowly sank yourself down his cock. Gasping softly as his mushroom-like tip pushed past your walls. “Hmm, fuck. That’s it.” Kenny moaned at the snugness of your cunt squeezing him. 
The stretch of your walls had you biting your bottom lip as Kenny’s large cock was splitting you with each inch. No matter how many times you fucked with multiple rounds, Kenny always seemed to be big each time and you could never get use to him. 
You both moaned loudly as you fully sank down on his cock to the hilt. Humming softly at the fullness, you rolled your hips against him making him grunt lowly. “Fuck baby, so good. Tight around my dick.” Kenny exhaled a sigh, his hands massaging your waist. 
You still didn’t understand why or how this was related to him getting the name ‘The Cleaner’ but you didn’t ask any questions as you were drunk off his cock. Slowly sliding up and down, Kenny’s thickness slid out of your tight pussy and back in, automatically hitting your sensitive areas that made your body shake. “Feels so good.” You whimpered, leaning against him as his hands were now placed upon your breasts, squeezing them. 
“A little faster, baby.” Kenny panted, his hips jolting upwards, meeting up with your thrusts. Skin against skin echoed in the small living area in the large hotel suite. Your hands gripped onto the couch cushion besides Kenny’s head as your nails dug deep inside. “No, no.” Kenny grabbed your wrists and placed your hands back on his shoulders. “Mark me up baby, show everyone I’m yours.” 
Your stomach tightened as the fire in your belly grew larger. The thought of Kenny wanting you to mark him up so everyone who watches him wrestle tomorrow night will notice the marks and most likely know what they’re from. Just having everyone know you were the reason why Kenny had marks made your cunt squeeze his dick. Your nails dug into his shoulders deeply as you slammed down on his throbbing cock. You cried out loudly as your cream collected around the base of his dick, the slickness helping you ride Kenny faster.
Kenny’s hands roamed all over your body, cupping your breasts, moving down to your waist and now gripping your ass and slightly spreading your cheeks as you rode him, Kenny moved to the side noticing a mirror in front of him, pinned to the closet door. He smirked at the bonus view of you riding him, his long cock covered in your cream disappearing each time you sank down on him, it was truly a beautiful sight to see. 
“That’s it baby, keep riding. I’m close.” Kenny groaned as his balls clenched while his seed was making its way up. “Going to fuck you full of my come.”
Hearing Kenny’s gruff voice during sex was like music in your ears and you wanted to listen to it on repeat, it was your favorite song. Wanting to hear more of him, your hands tied into his long curly locks, roughly tugging his hair backwards Kenny let out a hiss. “Fuck baby.” He groaned out, his cock twitching inside your snug walls. 
Your pussy pulsed around his cock, moaning as you kept sliding up and down his thick erection fucking yourself on him faster. Your sweaty body shook above him as your vision blurred. “I can tell you’re close.” Kenny giggled, feeling your pulsing pussy spazz around his thickness. “Let go babygirl, come all over me. Milk my cock for everything it’s worth.” Kenny’s large hands squeezed your ass, helping you guide yourself faster on his dick. “That’s- That’s it oh fuck, yes.” He snarled.
“Kenny!” You sobbed out tiredly as you felt your orgasm wash over your body, the fire in your lower stomach burst into something much more throughout your body, electricity shocked up your spine as you kept riding him, finishing out your orgasm. Kenny’s jaw dropped as he grunted and moaned out your name.
“Y/N, Y/N.” He chanted. “Shit, baby!” Large ropes of come spurt out of Kenny and painted your insides with his spunk. Relaxing against you, you rested your head upon his shoulder, your tense body calming down as his hands lazily massaged your back. 
Resting like that for a few minutes you were about to open your mouth and ask him what this had to do with his name but a soft squeal replaced your words as Kenny helped you off of him. Sliding out of your fucked cunt, Kenny placed where he was sitting. “Hmm, look at that.” Kenny moaned, grabbing your legs and spreading them, checking out the creamy mess in between your legs. “Is that all for daddy?” 
You swallowed thickly, lost for words at how exposed you were in front of your boyfriend. You watched Kenny with wide eyes as he got down on his knees. You gasped, arching your back at the feeling of his mouth upon your come covered cunt. 
This is why they called him The Cleaner!
Your shaky hands gripped at his hair, moaning and bucking your hips. You weren’t sure if you were trying to get more or get away from him as his tongue expertly swirled around your sensitive cunt. “K- Kenny!” You sobbed once more as his tongue flicked in and out quickly into your pussy, cleaning your wall. 
You heard Kenny moaning and humming as he cleaned out your pussy. You blushed at how this man was making you feel. You weren’t expecting any of this from Kenny. Your vision blurred again as the tip of Kenny’s tongue was touching your g-spot, the bridge of his nose kept bumping against your clit each time he went in deeper. “Fuck- right there!” Your voice was a high pitch sound as you came crashing down with another orgasm. The way his beard scratched against your inner thigh had you going cross-eyed.
Kenny moaned, swiping his tongue side to side, collecting the juices you were giving him. Your legs draped over his large shoulders, left hand digging into his hair while your right scratched the couch. “Pl- Please, no more, no more.” You begged, your body vibrating with pleasure and over sensitivity. 
Kenny’s tongue slowed down its movements and before he pulled away he lightly kissed your clean pussy. Kenny looked up at you with a smile, his beard covered in your juices, glistening in the light as he hummed lowly, licking his lips and getting whatever he missed. “It tastes so sweet, our come mixed together. I can get drunk off it.” 
You stared at Kenny in disbelief, panting heavily as you felt your body was now sticky from the sweat you formed. “So, now I know why they call you The Cleaner.” You gushed.
“Never leave a drop behind.” Kenny winked at you.
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Pleasurable Mistakes - Jey Uso (18+)
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Pairing: Jey Uso x Female!Reader
Summary: The reader gets caught having a intimate moment in Jey's room.
Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Smut, Fingering, Masturbation
Word Count: 3,578
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“Once we graduate, we should totally get an apartment together to save money!” Jey smiled widely, his voice slightly cracking with excitement.
“Yeah! When you’re off traveling for the WWE, I’ll stay and take care of the apartment! It’ll totally save up money.”
“Can we get a dog?” Jey pointed out.
“How about a cat?” You persuaded.
“I can work with a cat.” Jey grinned.
“God, why don’t you two get married already.” Jimmy, Jey’s twin, spoke up. You and Jey gave each other weird looks before looking at Jimmy across the lunch table. 
“We’re not getting married.” Jey laughed.
“Yeah, we’re thinking financially, you know once we graduate high school you actually can’t really live on your own in this economy and the way it’s going.” You picked through your school lunch, regretting not taking your car to school so you could have left for lunch and get Taco Bell. It was such a nice day and your mother insisted you walk.
“Whatever, when I graduate I’m going to get into the WWE, find myself a hot wife and buy a house.” Jimmy nodded with a smirk on his lips.
“You, a hot wife?” You laughed. “You can’t even find a hot girlfriend.” 
Jey laughed along with you as Jimmy gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes with an embarrassed blush on his face, grabbing his lunch tray as he stood up from the table. “Whatever! You’ll see, Y/N, you’ll all see!” Jimmy stormed towards the trash cans, tossing whatever food he didn’t eat and headed towards his homeroom to sit and brew.
Jimmy in fact did show you, he got into the wrestling industry, trained hard and got himself in the WWE, it wasn’t long until he had a nice looking lady on his side and within a few years he proposed. You also showed Jimmy, you were correct all those years ago about the economy not getting any better, taxes were up, and so were milk, gas and rent in the nice city of Miami you grew up in, but you and Jey stuck to your word.
Right after graduation, you lived under your parents roof a little longer until the following year, once money was saved up you and Jey went on with your plan and placed a down payment on an apartment with a nice view of the Atlantic ocean. Popping open champagne on the first night in the apartment, you and Jey stood on the balcony, watching the waves of the ocean roll in and the moon high in the sky reflecting in the water. 
Glass in hand you stared off into the distance and on instinct, you placed your head upon Jey’s broad shoulder. “We did it.” You sighed happily.
“Yeah, we did.” Jey maneuvered his glass into his other hand while his right hand wrapped around your waist which immediately sparked something in you.
As the years passed, Jey went into some training along with his brother and they were immediately signed to the WWE, possibly because they were a package pair or because their father was also Rikishi some would argue but you’d always back them up and say they were there due to their hard work. 
Watching Jey and Jimmy take their career higher and higher every Friday Night made you a little closer to the brothers. Even though Jey was never home regularly he still made sure to text and call daily whether it be checking up on you or giving you an update on where he was at and when he’d be coming home. It made your heart swell knowing he was thinking of you but it also feared you. What was he doing when on the road? Was he at bars? Was he fucking women while celebrating his wins?
Then again, he wasn’t your boyfriend and you never asked any personal questions. You never pushed him when he came home, wanting to know all the details on what he did while traveling knowing he was too tired to do anything when he came home, bags in the living room and him collapsing on the couch. 
“So, any plans for tonight?” Jey asked through the phone that you held against your ear while typing a paper out for work. 
“Me? Plans on a Saturday night? Psh.” You scoffed following it with a laugh as you skimmed through the pages. “I’m just finishing this report for work, take a shower, have a glass of wine and most likely watch a show.” 
“Boring!” Jey sang loudly to where you had to pull the phone away with a smile. “You should enjoy yourself, go to the club and have men buy you drinks!” 
You could hear the playfulness in Jey’s voice but you couldn’t help but to frown, you wanted him to buy you drinks and take you to the club, not some strange man grinding against you and trying to get you drunk to have his way with you. Shaking your head you cleared your throat, shutting your laptop. “I’m good.” You reassured.
“Your Saturday night, princess. Spend it however you want.” 
You broke out in goosebumps at the pet name he gave you, wishing he really meant it and not in a sarcastic way. “I will, thank you.” You placed your laptop on top of the coffee table. 
“Well, don’t have too much fun with Mr. Whiskers. No parties.” Jey teased.
“No parties, I promise.” You laughed, just on cue yours and Jey’s gray tabby cat Mr. Whiskers jumped on the couch and started to make biscuits on the cushion. “Where are you anyway?”
“We just got to the airport, it shouldn’t be a long flight but I’ll be home soon. Oh, we’re actually boarding the flight right now, so I’ll talk to you later.” Jey said.
“Okay.” You bit your lip. “Oh and Jey?”
“Yeah, Y/N?” 
It was silent, you didn’t follow up with anything, your stomach twisted, you wanted to tell him how much you missed him and how excited you are to see him again after being on the road for months. “N- Nothing, never mind. Safe travels.”
“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” 
With that the phone beeped a few times showing that the call ended. Sighing out loud you set your phone down next to you. “Well, Mr. Whiskers look like it’s just us for a bit.” You looked over at him at the other side of the couch to see he was already curled up and fast asleep. “I guess it’s just me.” Getting up you went to the kitchen, grabbing a meal prep from the freezer and heated it up.
Chowing down on the rice and chicken with a side of veggies you tossed the plastic container in the sink reminding yourself to wash it in the morning. Tidying a bit around the apartment you wanted to make the place look nice when Jey arrived. Placing the vacuum back and all the cleaning supplies in their rightful place you exhaled a tired breath, looking around the spotless apartment. 
Satisfied with how everything looked, you made your way towards the bathroom, turning the light on and shutting the door behind you, you looked in the mirror. Dark circles were under your eyes as your hair was in a messy bun from a long day's work. You started to strip from your street clothes. Making your way to the shower you started it up, getting it to the temperature you wanted.
The steam started to roll immediately showing that the water was getting warm quickly. Stepping out of your panties and tossing your bra in the pile you pulled back the curtain and stepped into the water. “Shit.” You hissed, quickly reaching for the cold knob and turning it to balance the temperature. 
Humming softly as the water turned more comfortable to your liking, you bowed your head underneath it, letting it spray down on you and roll down your back. Goosebumps broke out as the water strolled down your body and the steam danced along your nipples, making them hard. 
Shivering at the sensation your mind went to Jey. Leaning against the tile wall with your eyes closed you slowly started to realize how much you missed Jey’s smile, his laugh along how he’d watch you everytime you cracked a joke or how his muscles would tighten and ripple from the pushups and situps he’d do in the living room. 
Your teeth nipped at your bottom lip as you started to think more of Jey in a sexual way. You’ve never seen what he was packing under his pants but you knew by the way he walked he had some size. 
Your fingers danced along your stomach, making their way south of your body and cupping your hot sex. Exhaling a soft breath, the tip of your index finger and middle finger swirled around your sensitive clit. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself out loud. Applying more pressure to your clit, you bite your lip harder imagining it being Jey’s hand toying with you. “Jey, please. Put it in.” You whined, your fingers still teasing your clit, slowly picking up the pace. 
Your cunt clenched around nothing, your stomach slowly started to tighten as you built your orgasm. Finally deciding to back off from your clit, your two fingers slowly traced your lips, collecting your dripping juices. “Oh Jey.” You said softly. Slowly inching your fingers up into your entrance, your cunt tightly wrapped around your digits as they sunk deeper inside. Your mouth collected saliva as the delicious pleasure started to drive up your spine. 
Slowly dragging your two digits out you plunged them back inside of you letting out a soft moan, echoing in the bathroom. Your wrist started to ache but that didn’t stop you from picking up the pace. Your fingers quickly pushed in and out of your slippery cunt, your walls squeezing and sucking your fingers back in with a warm squelchy welcome. 
Your thoughts ran wild as you imagine Jey, naked behind you grabbing your neck with his other hand while his free hand finger fucked you. “God, Jey. Gonna come.” You moaned out, your walls fluttering around your cunt. The warm water still sprayed from the head of the shower down onto your bare breasts as you tossed your head back against the tile wall with a loud ‘thud’.
The wetness of your cunt and your panting moans mixed in the air with the steam rolling around the hot shower. Your orgasm came quickly, coming undone on your fingers as they dripped with your creamy color. “Holy fuck.” You panted, resting against the cool wall with the mixture of the hot water made goosebumps rise on your skin again.
Slowly pulling your drenched fingers out from your aching pussy, you rinsed them off underneath the shower and finished up washing your hair and body. Once you rinsed yourself off, you turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. 
Feeling much better after a little time, you stepped out of the bathroom, steam rolling past your ankles into the hallway. You held the towel around your body tight and started to make your way towards your bedroom. Stopping in front of a closed door, you looked at it. Jey’s room. You never went in when he was out traveling, you respected his privacy too much to even step one foot inside when he wasn’t home. 
‘Don’t you miss his smell, though?’ A small voice in the back of your head announced.
You did miss his smell. The strong cologne he wore was always your favorite, smelling like hickory and vanilla. You squeezed your thighs together as your core grew warmer at the thought of smelling his pillows real quick. Looking towards the front door to see it was still locked and no sign of anyone coming in, you grabbed the door knob and twisted it, pushing the door open. 
Standing in the hallway you looked inside the dark room, flicking the switch on the room soon became bright and showed off his wrestling memorabilia. His room was neat and clean, dressers dusted and tidy along with the large flat screen tv hanging from the wall and his gaming system hooked up to it. You eyed his dirty laundry, seeing a sweater hanging from the side of the hamper. 
Stripping your towel off, you let it drop to the floor, pooling around your feet. Stepping out of it, you grabbed the black hoodie, holding it tight and inhaling his scent. Moaning softly you remembered he wore this sweater when he was making a protein shake after his gym workout. The memory made you smile as you slipped it on over your head and now covered your upper half and slightly some of your lower half. 
You inched your way to his bed, seeing how he neatly tucked his sheets in and the bed comforter pressed firmly with no wrinkles. You instantly ruined it as you laid on top of his made bed, his scent wafting in the air hitting your nostrils. Humming at the smell of Jey your brain became fuzzy and warm along with your cunt slowly started to throb again, wanting to be full once more.
You knew it was wrong, you knew you shouldn’t be in his room especially when he was on his way home. You nuzzled your head back into the soft pillows, gripping the chest of his sweater and bringing it to your nose you inhaled deeply once more. Memories of Jey flooded your mind as your heart hammered in your chest and cunt started to drip again. You needed another round to calm you down and this time in his bed. 
Your right hand slowly traveled down your stomach like before. You skipped past your clit, not wanting to tease yourself anymore as your fingers pressed against your soaking entrance you pushed past your folds with no hesitation. “Fuck, Jey!” You cried out, arching your back as your two fingers plunged in and out of your pussy. Your eyes closed tight as your head tossed back into the pillow even more.
Jaw slack and mouth hung open, your fingers scissored deeper into your pussy but it just wasn’t enough. You needed another, your ring finger pressed against your middle and inched itself past your tight walls. “Y- Yes, more, more, fuck Jey I want more!” As you had three fingers inside your cunt, fucking yourself, your lower stomach tightened, you could see Jey behind your eye lids, he was there above you fucking you raw and moaning with you. “Yes, Jey. Please ‘Mmm close.” You sobbed.
As your orgasm was about to ripple through your body you heard your name being shouted, your eyes snapped open while your fingers quickly drove out of your wet cunt as you quickly sat up in the messy slightly damp bed. There stood Jey, suitcase by his side with wide eyes and jaw dropped. 
“J- Jey! I can explain!” You grabbed the hem of the black sweater you wore and tugged it down your lower half to hide your dripping cunt. “I- I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” You apologize, rooted to the bed you couldn’t move but just say how sorry you were. You disrespected him, his privacy, his bed, the friendship. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you see Jey not moving from the spot.
“So,” Jey’s tongue darted past his plumped lips. “You play with yourself in my bed instead of throwing parties while I’m gone.” 
Still too scared to even realize Jey was joking you choked out a ‘no’.
“I must admit, this is a better sight to come home to instead of a loud party.” Jey smirked, his dark hooded eyes ran over your body. 
“Y- You’re- You’re not mad?” You hiccuped, tears running down your cheeks. 
Jey’s hands started to fiddle with his belt and unbutton his pants. “Does this look like I’m mad?” As he finished his words, he pushed down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock sprung upwards, hitting his stomach. 
“Oh my god- Jey!” You quickly shielded your eyes, looking away from him in respect. “I- I.”
You heard more shuffling being done towards the doorway and felt the bed dip on the opposite side you were looking from. “Hey, Y/N.” Jey grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from your face. “Please, Y/N, I need to know if you really want this, if you want me.” He whispered ‘me’ softly. 
Finally opening your eyes to see Jey fully naked laying right next to you had your face heating up, your best friend caught you masturbating in his bed and now he was laying naked next to you. “I- I do want it, Jey. I’m so sorry for- for doing this in your bed.” You sniffed.
Jey had a large smile plastered on his face and tossed his head back slightly with a laugh. “I wasn’t expecting it but I much do love coming home with you on my bed fucking yourself silly on your fingers.” He groaned the last part. You caught how his dick twitched as he spoke. 
“Then yes, please Jey, I want you. I want all of you.” You begged him. 
“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” Jey leaned forward, his lips crashing against yours in a hot kiss. Your lips moved along with his as he slowly guided himself on top of you, wedging in between your legs and making sure not to crush you with his full weight. “Been wanting to be in between these legs.” Jey said in between kisses. “Deep inside this pussy.” He moaned.
You whined against his lips, wishing you did this little stunt nearly ten years earlier but always too scared not knowing if he felt the same way you did. “Please, Jey. I’ve waited long enough, give it to me.” 
Jey shivered at your words, looking down, his hard cock was poking against your thigh, twitching in anticipation to be inside of you. Jey’s hand went in between your bodies as he gripped the thick base of his cock and slowly nudged the tip of his cock against your still wet pussy. You both exhaled a satisfying breath as he sank deeper inside of you with ease due to you preparing yourself for the past hour. 
“You feel so fucking good, snug around my dick.” Jey moaned. “Were you getting this pretty little pussy ready for my fat cock?”
Too dazed to even speak, you nodded with soft moans leaving your lips, your legs wrapping around his waist as he started to swirl his hips in a circular motion. “Hmm, Jey.” You moaned, enjoying how his cock stretched you wider. 
Jey’s moans rang in your ear, making your cunt grip his cock tighter in a reaction you didn’t expect. “Fuck, darling yes.” Jey hissed through gritted teeth as he started to rut his hips against you, his cock pushing deeper inside of you with every thrust. As he pulled his cock out it was slow, slightly painful but soon pleasure rushed through your body as he pushed back in. 
“Jey!” You screamed as his pace started to pick up in a sloppy manner. 
“You sound so fucking sweet, scream for me baby.” Jey panted, his wet cock slipping in and out of your tight channel. ‘Fucks’ and ‘shits’ escaped both of your mouths as both of your orgasm started to approach. 
“I- I’m close Jey!” You warned as your vision slightly blurred and the coil in your stomach started to tighten. “I want- want your come baby, I want your come!” You begged, rolling your hips against each of his thrusts. 
Jey nearly stopped his movements as he groaned lowly. “N- No! Please, fuck please don’t stop.”
“Fuck, the way you did that, shit.” He breathed out, his hips started to pump inside of you again. 
“That’s it, right there!” You cried out, closing your eyes tight you saw bright lights explode as your orgasm went over the edge, taking control of your body. “J- Jey!” You screamed.
“Yeah baby, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Jey moaned, his cock drilling into your sore cunt, sloppy wet sounds and skin against skin roared in the room along with his bed frame racking up against the wall loudly. 
His warm seed exploded inside your tight cunt as he tossed his head back, moaning. A thick vein appeared in his throat, pulsing as he panted heavily. 
“Hmm, oh fuck.” You moaned, wiggling against his stilled hips to feel yourself full of his come. “Big load.” You teased, feeling your pussy swallow his thick come. 
“You have no idea.” Jey panted, hinting that it’s been awhile for him from having sex. 
Jey slowly pulled his cock out from your abused cunt, the creamy liquidy mess dripping from your cunt onto his sheet. Jey didn’t care as he collapsed next to you, eyes closed but you couldn’t help but to stare at him. “How long?” You whispered.
It was silent for sometime as Jey just smiled. “Long.” He whispered back. “Very long.” He licked his lips, still smiling and cracked one eye open. “Since early high school.” 
You couldn’t help but to smile back at him, he wanted you and you wanted him and here you were, finally having each other.
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clark connors x dan moloney x gabe kidd x alex coughlin x ftm!reader | the next time you use your big boy voice, the next time you chose to speak my name
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minors dni [16+]
word count| 8,842
warnings| Brat FTM!Reader, Brat Tamer Gabe Kidd, Brat Tamer Clark Connors, Brat Tamer Alex Coughlin. Brat Tamer Dan Moloney, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Breeding Kink, Marking/Biting, Degradation Kink, Brat Taming, Sir Kink, Daddy Kink, Master Kink, Collaring and Leashing, Spit, Feminization, Crying, Dacryphilia, Edging, Forced Double Penetration, Reader Gets Smacked, Aftercare, Cuddling, Feminine Terms Used (Pussy, Tits, Mama, Mommy)
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The atmosphere of the club is stuffy yet inviting, you make your way through the crowd of dancing people to get to the booth that Gabe, Alex, Dan and Clark are sitting in. You carefully place the tray of drinks down in the center of the table before sliding into the booth next to Dan. Everyone takes a shot from the tray and quickly downs the clear liquid, you take the blue drink from the center of the tray and take a sip of it. Dan wraps his arm around your shoulder and asks to taste your drink, you pass it to Dan and he takes a sip, his face lights up and he takes another sip before passing it back to you. The guys all take another shot, still talking amongst themselves about what is going to happen at Wrestle Kingdom. You let out a low sigh and swish your drink around, it’s not that you didn’t mind them talking about their job, it’s just that it is nonstop and it never really felt like you could be a part of it. You look at all of the people dancing in the club, you wish that you could do that but none of your partners are dancers. You quickly finish your drink and excuse yourself to use the bathroom. 
On your way back to the booth you are stopped by a rather attractive man who asks you to dance. Now you would never cheat on your partners but you didn’t think dancing was off the table, since they never danced with you. You glance at the booth to see them still talking to each other. You turn back to the man and smile, accepting his offer to dance. You should have known better, you should have guessed that this man has less than pure intentions but for some reason you don’t push him away as he starts grinding against you. He places his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You rest your arms on his shoulders, grinding against him to the beat of the song. 
“I’ve had my eyes on you all night, sweetheart.” You raise your eyebrows at him. He runs his hands up your sides, gently pulling your shirt up. His eyes take down your figure, stopping at the distinct pink straps of a thong. A smirk pulls at his lips and he snaps one of the straps against your skin. You shiver at the feeling but stop him before he can do it again because that was pushing you. As the song changes you turn around and grind against his crotch, he grabs your hips, eyes hooked to the pink peeking out of your pants. You look across the room of people to see Dan, Clark, Gabe, and Alex staring at you. You offer them a smile and a small wave. Gabe calls you over with his hand but you shake your head. You flash them another smile before turning to the man and running your hands down his chest, you hook your fingers in the loops of his pants and pull him towards you. He smiles before leaning down and whispering in your ear,
“How about we move this to the bathroom?” You shake your head. Yes you would willingly dance with other people but you would never betray your partners trust. You quickly push away from the man and whisper an apology, he tries to grab you but you push his hand away and glare at him. You turn on your heel and make your way back to the booth, you slide in next to Dan and finally notice that all four men are still staring at you. You drop your eyes to your lap and hope they look away. 
“What was all that, darlin?” Clark asks and you glance up at him, you quickly look back down but Dan grabs your chin and forces you to look up, to see the anger in the eyes of your partners.
“Well none of you ever dance with me when I ask so I thought that you wouldn’t mind if I found a willing dance partner.” Gabe lets out a dark chuckle, 
“You didn’t think we would mind?” Dan forces your head up and down so it looks like you are nodding. 
“It’s not like any of you were paying any attention to me. Someone else was and I liked it.” The words slip out before you can think. Dan tightens his grip on your chin and turns your head to him, 
“What was that last part?” Dan practically growls out,
“Someone else was paying attention to me and I liked it.” You say with a smile on your face. If they were already pissed, you may have some fun with it and push their buttons. Gabe whispers something in Alex’s ear and he slides out of the booth. You bat away Dan’s hand and glance between the three men. Dan lets out a low growl at your actions but stops himself from acting out in the club. Alex returns and nods at Gabe, Gabe claps Clark on the back. 
“Think it’s best if we continue this at the hotel.”
“Aww but I was having fun and I wasn’t quite done dancing yet.” Alex grabs your arm and pulls you out of the booth, 
“Well you’re done now.” His voice is low, it sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. He wraps his arm around your waist and leads the group out of the club. Dan orders an Uber, once you are outside the club you look up at Alex with a sly smile playing on your lips. You stand on your tiptoes and nip his sweet spot, he squeezes your hip in warning but it does nothing to deter you. You wrap your lips around his sweet spot before biting into his skin. Gabe grabs your hair and rips your head away from Alex’s neck, you turn to him to see anger written across his face. You flash him an innocent smile, 
“Drop the act, love.” 
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrug your shoulders. Gabe tugs on your hair, trying to get you to stop acting out but you stand your ground, a smile painted on your face. He lets go of your hair, shaking his head in disappointment. Alex leans down, whispering in your ear so nobody passing by hears him. 
“If I didn’t know any better I would think that you want to be punished.” 
“What are you going to do about it? Spank me?” You chuckle, Alex squeezes your hip again, this time harder but it does nothing to deter you. You glance between Dan, Clark, and Gabe who are all staring at you, waiting for you to do something to push their buttons. You bat your eyelashes at them, giving them a faux innocent look before turning back to Alex. You stand back up on your tiptoes and lick a stripe up Alex’s neck, you nip at his earlobe but you are too short to fully bite it. Alex freezes next to you, eyes wide as he looks at Gabe, wanting him to do something. Gabe comes next to you and places his hand on the back of your neck, squeezing it gently. Alex lets go of your waist and joins Dan and Clark, they talk among themselves in low voices. You crane your neck to try and listen in on their conversation but Gabe stops you, he steps closer to you, chest rubbing against your arm. 
“We don’t really appreciate you acting like a desperate whore in public.” His voice is low and full of anger. You should have taken this as a sign to stop pushing him but you don’t. You manage to turn to Gabe, a small smile playing on your lips, you run your hands down his chest, getting on your tiptoes so you can nip his jaw. 
“I wouldn’t call myself desperate or a whore. All I did was dance with a good lookin’ man.” Gabe growls and tightens his grip on your neck. 
“Don’t act like you weren’t just trying to get into Alex’s pants.” 
“I don’t kn-” Gabe cuts you off by putting his other hand over your mouth. Dan whistles at Gabe, he turns to see that the uber is here. Gabe turns his attention back to you,
“Listen closely, you’re going to be a good little boy and keep your mouth shut in the car. Every time you speak out of line is another punishment added on to what I already have planned.” He moves his hand away from your mouth and leads you to the car. There aren’t enough seats for all of you so Clark pulls you onto his lap before Gabe gets into the car. You turn to Gabe, keeping your voice low so the uber driver can’t hear you. 
“What you have planned? What are you gonna do Gabriel? You gonna spank me?” You raise your hands to do air quotes, “You gonna put me back in my place?” 
Clark hears you and he squeezes your waist. Gabe keeps quiet, not wanting to give into you. He turns his attention to Dan and Alex and starts talking to them about you like you aren’t in the car with them. You jut your bottom lip out in a pout, you hated when he did this but you know that you did it to yourself. You straighten out on Clark’s lap, you feel him freeze under you and you smirk. You scoot back until your back is practically pressed against his chest and your ass is resting on his crotch. You spread your legs so you can plant your hands on his knees, you can hear his breath hitch, he knows what you are going to do but he doesn’t stop you because the more you act out the more fun they would have at the hotel. You glance around the car and see that none of the men are looking at you, you slowly grind back onto Clark’s crotch. His hands find their home on your hips, you think that he is just going to let you continue what you are doing but his hands slide down to your inner thighs. 
He cups your sex through your pants, you let out a small whine and try to continue to grind against him but he slaps your thigh. All eyes turn to you, your cheeks flush bright red as you realize your situation. You are sitting on Clark’s lap, legs spread with his hand cupping your sex. You try to close your legs but Gabe and Dan grab each of your legs and force them open. The blush on your cheeks only darkens as you feel heat pool in between your legs, the predatory stares that the guys are giving you are igniting a fire under your skin. Clark moves his hand, gently pushing it into your pants. You grab his wrists, desperately trying to pull his hand away but Gabe and Dan also grab your wrists. Clark chuckles darkly as he feels your already wet thong, he easily finds your clit and starts rubbing it. Your head falls to your chest and you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth to stay quiet. Gabe chuckles, leaning in and resting his head on your shoulder, 
“Yea, definitely not a desperate whore.” 
“Fuck you, Kidd.” You manage to get out before a small moan slips from your lips. There is an immediate energy shift in the car, everyone can feel it. Gabe tenses next you, his grip on your wrist tightens. Clark pulls his hand out of your pants making you whine and buck your hips up. Gabe lets go of your wrist and leg so Dan does the same thing. Gabe straightens in his seat, eyes boring into the passenger seat. Clark drops his hands from your body, you shift on his lap suddenly feeling very cold without the touch of any of your partners. The rest of the car ride is silent, no one casts a glance at you, not even Clark who has his eyes closed. You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes at your partners behavior. As soon as the car stops in front of the hotel Gabe gets out and drags you off of Clark’s lap. His eyes are cold and there is a sneer painted on his lips. You step closer to him and smile,
“Don’t go acting like a pissy school girl, Gabriel. You’re the one that started this.” He stays quiet. He moves his hand so he is gripping your arm and he pulls you toward the entrance of the hotel, the rest of the guys following close behind. He leads the way to the elevator and once the doors are open he pushes you inside, the guys pile in after you. None of them daring to look at you, you stamp your foot on the ground in annoyance. When you reach the 4th floor, Gabe grabs your arm again except this time you try to get away from his grip. He just tightens his grip on your arm and forces you out of the elevator. Dan leads the way to his, Clark and your shared hotel room. Gabe releases your arm as the door closes, you rub your arm trying to alleviate the pain that had started to spread through it. All four men turn to you, dangerous looks in their eyes, Gabe clicks his tongue and you snap your gaze to his. 
“Strip and get on your knees.” You shake your head. Gabe shakes his head, “Come on love, don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.” You shake your head again, holding your head up high and standing your ground. Gabe whispers something to Clark who nods, a sick smile spreads across the older man’s lips. He quickly makes his way to his back, rifling through it to find who knows what. He returns to Gabe and hands him the leather collar that is attached to a chain leash, you think that is all that he grabbed but he starts toward you, flicking open a pocket knife. Your breath catches in your throat and you look at him in shock. He grabs the collar of your shirt and forces the blade against it, you try to get away but he presses the blade against your neck, whispering a warning. He carefully forces the blade through your shirt, letting the tatters of the front hang open. He lightly drags the blade down your stomach causing you to shiver, as you shift on your heels you can feel the slick that has built up in your pants. Clark closes the knife and takes the remains of your shirt off, letting it fall to the ground. Next he moves his hands to the fly of your pants, he quickly works it open and pulls your pants down. He looks up at you and you kick off your shoes so he can pull off your pants completely. You are left in a matching pink set of lingerie. 
“Fucking asshole, I liked that shirt.” 
“Should’ve followed our directions and you could have kept it.” Clark puts his hand on your shoulder and forces you towards Gabe, Dan and Alex. Once you are in the middle of the room he goes behind you and kicks your knees in. You hiss at him as you fall to your knees, he offers you a coy smile as he joins the others. Gabe steps forward and leans down, he drops the leash to the floor before taking the collar and securing it around your neck. He picks up the leash, standing over you with dark eyes. 
“Go on, you wanted to act like a big man in the uber. Repeat what you said.” You shake your head, he tugs on the leash, forcing your head toward his thighs. You fight against the urge to lean in and rest your head against his thigh. 
“Come on now, say it. Say it.” You shrug your shoulders, smiling up at him.
“Since you want to hear it so bad. Go fuck yourself, Gabe.” Before you have a minute to think he slaps your cheek, hard. You gasp, your hand flying up to your cheek. Gabe slaps your hand away, admiring the red handprint on your face. “You are a fucking dickhead.” 
“Look at that, big bad [Last Name] knows how to use his big boy words. Anything else you want to say to us, love?” You smirk, confidence coursing through your body, you sit up a little straighter and stare him dead in the eye. 
“You’re nothing more than a little bitch. I bet I would have had a better night with the man I was dancing with then with you.” Gabe growls, slapping your cheek again, this time so hard your head turns to the right side. You shake your head and look back up at him, “That’s the best you got, Gabe? Come on, I thought you were a heavy hitter.” He slaps you again, harder than before, you grab your cheek and glare at him. “Fuck you, asshole.”
“Oh I thought you could take it, sweetheart. Don’t tell me it was too hard for you.” He growls as he tugs the leash hard, you stumble forward, head pressing against Gabe’s thighs. You whine as you breathe in the familiar scent of your partner but it is quickly ripped away from you when Gabe presses his foot against your chest and forces you backwards. He lets the leash go, only holding onto the leather handle. He gets back in between Alex and Clark, he smirks as he whistles at you. You go to stand up but he stops you, “No, you are going to crawl like the bitch that you are.”
You bite back a snarky comment and roll your eyes. You get on your hands and knees and look up at Gabe as you crawl toward him. Dan’s eyes are hooked to your ass as it sways from side to side, you can feel his gaze and decide to tease him by stopping and putting your chest on the ground, you raise your ass in the air and wiggle it. Gabe tugs on the collar, you get back on your hands and knees and finish crawling toward him. You sit on your heels, hands resting on your knees. Gabe ruffles your hair, 
“Looks like you can teach an old dog new tricks.” You snarl at him and he laughs. “You think you’re going to frighten me? You’re nothing more than a daft puppy bitch. All bark and no bite.” 
“I could say the same for you.” You bite back. Gabe grabs a handful of your hair and tugs your head back. 
“What was that?”
“You heard me. You’re all bark and no bite.” He grabs your chin and forces your mouth open, he leans down and spits in your mouth. He forces your mouth closed and you begrudgingly swallow his spit.
“Stupid fucking mutt.” Your thighs squeeze together at his words, he notices and chuckles. He turns to Alex and whispers something in his ear, Gabe hands the leash to Alex who smiles down at you. Alex steps forward and leans down, he hooks his hands under your armpits and easily lifts you up. On instinct you wrap your arms and legs around him so you don’t fall, you can hear chuckling from the other men but you pay it no mind. Alex walks you to one of the beds and tries to set you down but you don’t let go of him. You bury your head in the crook of his neck, if you managed to stay with Alex the entire night then you know your punishment wouldn’t be as harsh. Dan climbs onto the bed behind you and tears you away from Alex, you grab at the older man but he moves away. A whine rips from your lips, Dan flips you onto your back and hovers over you.
“Come on, doll. You can’t expect to act like a bitch and then get what you want. I thought you were smarter than this.” 
“No, he’s nothing more than a dumb slut who chases after anyone who gives him the littlest amount of attention isn’t that right, pup?” Gabe chuckles and you shake your head. 
“I only danced with that guy cause none of you were paying attention to me.” You try to reason with them but they just shake their heads. Dan runs his hands down your body, flashing you a dangerous smile. He turns to Clark and silently asks for something, Clark hands him a sharpie. You gasp and try to get away from Dan, 
“Now don’t be acting out even more. I would hate to have to add to your punishment.” He sneers. He uncaps the marker and grabs your arm, he very carefully writes out the words ‘dumb slut’. 
“‘M not though.” 
“You’re not what? Not a dumb slut?” Dan mocks. “Who was the one that grinded against a stranger? Who was the one that has been pushing our buttons to get our attention? Who was the one that let Clark feel him up in an Uber?”
“I tried to push him away but you and Gabe-“ 
“Don’t pin the blame on us, love. We all know that you liked it. Hell, I’d bet you like it if we just decided to fuck you in the club instead.” You shake your head but your thighs squeeze together, giving you away. Dan chuckles and taps your arm, “Only a slut would get turned on at the idea of getting fucked in public.” 
“I’m not.” 
“You can keep on denying it, baby but we know the truth.” Dan nips at your jaw, you lean your head back, exposing more of your neck to him. He takes his time sucking dark hickeys on your neck and jawline. You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him into a heated kiss. He pulls away quickly, shaking his head. He trails kisses down your chest and stomach until he comes to the waistband of the thong. He hooks his fingers under the straps and quickly pulls it off, you shiver as cold air hits your sex. He forces your legs apart and gets between them, he bites your inner thigh making you whimper. You grab the sheets, trying not to show how much he is affecting you. 
He kisses up your thigh before licking a stripe up your sex, you try and close your legs but he is stronger than you and keeps them open. You look at him through hooded eyes as he wraps his lips around your enlarged clit. You buck your hips up, mouth falling open with a loud moan. He sucks on your clit a few times before moving down and prodding his tongue against your hole. You whine his name, wanting him to do more. He smiles against your sex and continues to tease your hole. Your hands fly to his head and you push him against your sex, he growls and slaps your thigh hard but you don’t move your hands. Clark and Gabe come either side of the bed and grab your arms forcing them against the mattress. You stick out your tongue at the men, biting back the urge to tell them to fuck off. Dan pulls away from your sex, resting his head in between your legs before gently blowing on your sex. You squirm against the men, trying to get away from the teasing but it’s no use. All it takes is for Dan to blow against your sex again and you break, begging at him. 
“Fuck me, please. I need it so badly. Please stop the teasing, Danny. I need you.” Dan sits up, grabbing  the leash and tugging it. 
“Come on, love. Beg for our forgiveness and I may give you what you want.” You whine, a bright red flush creeping up your chest. 
“Danny please, I can’t take it. Need you to fuck me. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll do anything you ask, just for the love of god fuck me.” 
“Are you sorry for acting like a bitch?” You nod slowly, “Admit it then. Let us hear how sorry you are.” You stay silent, eyes dropping from Dan. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment. “Thought you had finally learned your lesson and dropped the bratty behavior but I guess we haven’t done enough to get it out of you, have we?” 
Dan stands from the bed and quickly strips, your eyes widen as you see that he is already hard. It makes you wonder if the other guys are also hard but you don’t check to see. He crawls back onto the bed, Gabe and Clark release your hands and step away from the bed. Your eyes are hooked to his cock, he clicks his tongue but you don’t look up at his face. He grabs your chin and forces you to look in his eyes, 
“See something you like, sweetheart?”
“You wish, you cocky bitch.” You scoff. He tightens his grip on your chin, pulling your head off the mattress. 
“What’s it going to take to break you? Hmm? We were so close when you were begging but you still have the urge to act out.” 
“Maybe I wouldn’t act out if you actually paid attention to me.” You bite back. His eyes soften ever so slightly, it’s not like they never paid attention to you but today it was like you didn’t exist to them because they were so caught up in Wrestle Kingdom.
“Come on, sweetheart, we all know that’s a lie. You’re going to act like a bitch no matter how much attention we give you.” Dan spreads your legs, getting between them. He gently grabs his cock and rests it against your sex, you whine, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He chuckles and shakes his head. Another whine rips from your throat as he rubs his cock against your sex, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He guides the tip of his cock into your hole, your eyes widen and you nod desperately at him. He slowly thrusts just the head of his cock into you, you whine in disappointment. 
“Danny.” Your voice is high, he smirks down at you. “I didn’t mean to take it so far, ‘M sorry. Just stop the teasing. Need you so fucking badly.” He leans down, whispering in your ear,
“This is not for you, bitch.” You nod. He rests one hand on your left hip and his other hand keeps a tight hold on the leash. He roughly thrusts into you, you gasp at the intrusion but a smile spreads across your face. His thrusts are fast and rough, he isn’t trying to bring you pleasure, only chasing after his own. Your hands fly to his chest, he doesn’t bat your hands away so you dig your nails into his shoulders. Dan tugs on the leash, leaning down and capturing your lips in a heated kiss which you happily return. He sucks your bottom lip in between his teeth, keeping a tight hold on it as he sucks on it harshly. You try to get away from him, the pain becoming too much. He finally pulls away, dragging his teeth against your lip as he does so. 
“Fucking prick.” You mumble as you bring down one of your hands to gently touch your puffy bottom lip. He tugs on the leash hard, 
“What was that, pup?” You shake your head, refusing to repeat what you said in fear of him stopping. A whimper tears your attention from Dan, you look to the left side of the bed to see Gabe and Clark groping Alex. Alex’s cheeks are painted with a bright red blush, he notices your eyes on him and ducks his head, biting down on his lip to stop any more noises from coming out of his mouth. You can’t take your eyes off of the three men, entranced with how such a big man manages to look small under Gabe and Clark. Dan obviously doesn’t like that your attention is not on him because he pulls out almost all the way and snaps his hips against yours. Your eyes snap to Dan, he smirks down at you,
“See if you were a good little boy you would have been treated like Alex, would’ve been treated like a princess.” A lewd moan echoes around the room and you clap your hand over your mouth. “See what you miss when you act like an entitled bitch.” 
“I said I was sorry.” You move your hand to whine at him,
“An apology won’t help you now. You already dug your grave, now you have to sleep in it.” He brings his right hand down to your hip, still holding the leash. You look up at him with wide eyes, batting your eyelashes at him. 
“But I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to act like such a bitch. I just want- I want..” You trail off as a blush crawls up your cheeks. 
“You want what? You want to be treated like a princess?” He says in a mocking tone, “You want to be praised and have us giving into you?” You nod shyly. “You really should have thought about that at the beginning of the night.” 
“M-Master, I promise I’ll do anything you ask. Please. Just want to feel like Alex.” 
“Anything I ask?” You nod in agreement. “Then shut your damn mouth and take what we give you.” You whine but nod again. You bite down on your lip so none of your noises slip out, Dan smiles down at you, pride shining in his eyes. Your eyes widen as his cock rubs against your g-spot, Dan notices and he repositions his hips so he can hit that spot with every thrust. You shake your head, desperately trying to stay quiet for him. Your walls clench around his cock, he lets out a low moan. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, biting into your shoulder. You clap your hand over your mouth before a whine can rip from your throat. He tugs on the skin before sucking on it to make it even more irritated. He moves his mouth away from your shoulder but keeps his head in the same place. His breath becomes ragged and you can tell that he is close to his release. You clench your walls around his cock, trying to bring him closer to his orgasm.  He grips your hips with a bruising force as he haphazardly snaps his hips against yours. He moans in your ear as he comes, you whimper at the feeling, sure it wasn’t the first time that any of them had come inside of you but you would never get used to the feeling. He softly kisses the bite mark on your neck and taps your hips, you let your legs fall to the bed and he pulls out of you. He lets go of the leash and gets off of the bed. 
You watch as he kisses Gabe and Clark, he grabs the sides of Alex’s face and smashes his lips against the older man’s. You whine as Alex melts in Dan’s grasp, Clark and Gabe chuckle at you. Dan pulls away from Alex but the older man quickly grabs his shoulders and pulls him into another kiss. Dan walks Alex backward until his legs hit the other bed, Alex sits down, pulling Dan onto his lap. You lean up on your elbows to get a better look, Clark shakes his head as he looks at you. You watch as Clark quickly strips, he makes his way to the bed and helps you into a sitting position. He lays down next to you, you raise your eyebrows at him. 
“Come on, darlin’. I know there’s not a lot going through that head of yours but you’re not completely dumb.” He calls you over with his hands, “Want you to ride me, doll.” 
You glance back at Alex and Dan, Dan had managed to get Alex’s shirt off and is now groping his tits. Clark clicks his tongue and you snap your gaze to him. You quickly swing your leg over his thighs and settle on his lap. You plant your hands on his chest and lean down to peck his lips, he snakes his hands around your back and unclasps the pink bralette. As you pull away, he pulls it off of your body, he tosses it to the floor before slapping your thigh.
“Come on, we don’t have all night. Get on with it, baby girl.” You whine and nod. You lift your hips and grab the base of Clark’s cock. His hands rest on your hips as you slowly sink down on his cock, you stabilize yourself by placing your hands on his chest. You try to take a minute to adjust to his size but he thrusts up into you, your moan bounces around the room. “I don’t want to have to do the work, pup.” 
You nod, nails digging into his chest as you start to bounce on his cock. With the angle that you are positioned in, his cock hits your g-spot with every movement. You move your hips faster, Clark runs his hands up your sides until he is cupping your chest. He smirks up at you as he gently kneads the tissue. 
“Yea, let me see those perky little tits of yours bounce.” Your cheeks flush dark red and you look away from him. He pinches your nipples before letting go of your chest, letting them bounce with your movements. He grabs the leash and tugs on it, you glance at him to see a sinister smirk playing on his lips. “Am I making you feel good, pretty girl?” You nod but he clicks his tongue, “You know I need words.” 
“Yes. Fuck yes, baby. Making me feel so good.” 
“I told you that you weren’t completely dumb. My smart girl.” You hold your head up a little higher, a hazy smile playing on your lips. Your walls clench around his cock and he chuckles, “You close, mama?” 
The nickname makes you whimper and all you can do is nod. Gabe comes behind you and smacks your ass,
“You really think that you act like a daft bitch and get to come?” You dumbly nod in agreement causing Gabe to chuckle. “I think Clark was wrong, you’re not his smart girl. You’re nothing more than a dumb little bitch. You must have forgotten your place, you are just a toy for us. A hole that we use how we want, when we want. And holes don’t get what they want, they only give. Isn’t that right?” You hesitantly nod, not wanting to push Gabe anymore. He forces you to stop moving and picks up the marker that Dan had discarded. He kneels on the bed and carefully writes something on your back, you look back at him with wide eyes. 
“What did you write?”
“You’ll just have to find out when you check in the mirror.” He silently asks Clark for permission, the older man nods and the younger man climbs on the bed behind you. He pushes your back down until your chest is flush against Clark’s, you question him but he just smacks your ass. He positions himself behind you, one hand on your hip. You gasp as you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your asshole, you shake your head vigorously.
“No. Gabe, I haven't been prepped back there.” He leans down, nipping the shell of your ear,
“Would you rather me slide in right next to Clark?” You shake your head. “Then shut up and take it like a good girl.” You take a deep breath, trying to relax as much as possible as he slowly guides his cock into your ass. You silently thank him for at least using lube on his cock. You dig your nails into Clark’s shoulders, whining his name. He brings one of his hands up to your head and gently strokes your hair while cooing at you,
“You’re doing so good for us, mama. Such a good girl for taking both Gabe and I.” You nod weakly, eyes squeezed shut as you try to get used to two holes being filled at the same time. Gabe doesn’t give you a moment to think before roughly thrusting into you. Clark manages to match Gabe’s brutal pace, your mouth falls open with a wanton moan. Gabe leans down and bites your shoulder, you whine but don’t try to get away from him. He does this a few more times, leaving bright red marks on your back. 
“Gabe, ‘M sorry. I really am.” You sniffle, he chuckles behind you.
“I’m sure you are, doll.” 
“I am.” You aren’t sure of when tears started to well in your eyes but they fall down your face before you can stop them. Clark looks down, a sick smile spreading across his face at the sight of your tears. “Please sir, I can’t take two of you at once.” 
“Seems like you’re doing it right now.” 
“But I wanted you to fuck my-” You are cut off by a lewd moan. Gabe chuckles, 
“You wanted me to what? To fuck that tight little pussy of yours? To fuck you full of my cum like you’re some kind of dog in heat?” You nod with flushing cheeks. “Remember what I said,” He lowers his voice, “Holes don’t get what they want. So be a good slut and let Clark and I use you.” You  go to wipe away the tears running down your cheeks but Clark stops you. You look up at him with wet eyes, 
“Please, I need it. Need it so bad, baby boy.” Clark groans at the nickname, he strokes your chin.
“What do you need, mama?” 
“Need to cum.” Gabe and Clark stop thrusting, pulling a high pitched whine from you. “Please. I’ll do anything for it. Need it.” You try to fuck yourself onto their cocks but Gabe smacks your thigh. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you toward his chest, he growls out. 
“If you cum without our permission then I’ll put you in chastity for a fucking month.” You nod in understanding, “Use your words, little girl.” 
“I understand, sir.”
“What do you understand?”
“That I’m not allowed to cum without your permission or I get put in chastity.” He kisses your shoulder, a smile playing on his lips. 
“Good girl.” You lean into his touch, the praise going straight to your head. Clark puts his hands on your stomach, rubbing it lovingly.
“You gonna be our good mama?” You nod. “Gonna let us all fuck you till your stomach swells up? Be our good little breeding machine.” You whine at Clark’s words but you still nod in agreement. “Fuck, baby. You’ll look so hot swollen with our kids. Can’t wait to fuck that pregnant body of yours.” 
“Clark please.” You claw at his chest as you are still being held up by Gabe. 
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” 
“Want to be your mama, want to have your kids. Fuck. Knock me up please. Need to have your kids, I need it, Clark.” You whine out. Clark looks up at Gabe who nods. They resume their thrusts, your elbows almost buckle at the sudden pleasure. Gabe wraps his arm around your stomach, his other hand coming to the front of your neck, holding you up. Gabe rubs your stomach, whispering in your ear, 
“You want to be our mama? Be a good girl and have our kids?” You nod, whining his honorific. He moves his hand so his cupping your chest, “Fuck, your tits are gonna swell up with milk. Bet you’ll look so good riding us, letting your tits bounce with every movement.” 
“Oh my god, Gabe.” There is a bright red blush on your cheeks but the smile on your face gives it away that you like it. You can feel Gabe smile against your neck, 
“You like that, love?” You are about to nod but you know that he would rather have verbal confirmation.
“Yes, sir. I love it.” You breathe out. Clark squeezes your hips, you look down at him to see his face contorted in pleasure. His lip is captured between his teeth so he can stay quiet. You smirk down at him as you purposefully clench your walls around his cock, his eyes widen and he pushes his head further into the mattress. “Please Clark,” You whine out at him, he looks up at you with raised eyebrows. “I want you to breed me, want your cum. Come on, baby boy. Make me into a mommy.” 
Gabe tightens his hand around your neck, growling in your ear. Clark haphazardly thrusts his hips up, his brows furrowed. He gives one last thrust before coming deep inside of you, you moan loudly, unconsciously clenching your walls around his cock making him moan softly. Gabe forces your chest back onto Clark’s, his hands find their home on your hip and he feverishly snaps his hips against yours. You turn your head and kiss Clark’s neck, he looks down at you, running one of his hands through your hair. You grab his shoulders, whining out his name. He shushes you, softly speaking down to you.
“It’s okay baby. You’re doing so good, such a good boy for me.” You mewl at his words, trying to pull him into a kiss but the angle that you are at prevents you from doing so. “It’ll be over before you know it. Just let Gabe have his fun.” You nod, eyes closing and mouth falling open, letting out a chorus of curses. Gabe rubs your hips with his thumbs, humming in agreement with Clark’s words. You can feel Clark’s cock softening inside of you and you whine, you didn’t want him to pull out anytime soon, wanting to feel full. He rubs the back of your head, reassuring you that he won’t pull out until Gabe is done. 
Gabe mumbles out your name along with a few curses, his chin falls to his chest. His thrusts stutter and he slows them down so he can ride through his release. You smile softly when he whines as you clench your walls around his cock. He grips your hips with a bruising force, leaning down and biting your shoulder hard. You whimper at the pain that spreads through your shoulder, Clark comforts you by petting your hair. Gabe grinds his hips against your ass as he comes deep inside of you. He carefully pulls away from your shoulder, kissing the bite mark. He rubs your hips as he pulls out of you, your hole clenches around air making you whine. He hooks his hands under your armpits and helps you off of Clark’s lap. You groan as cum spills out of your holes, hating how it feels between your legs. Gabe lays you down next to Clark and pecks your lips before getting off of the bed. Clark mirrors his movements and presses a soft kiss on your lips before getting off the bed. You finally look at the other bed to see Dan teasing the head of Alex’s cock, Gabe taps Dan’s shoulder and silently tells him to move away. 
Alex sits up and kicks his pants off the rest of the way, he gets off of the bed and makes his way to you. He grabs your hips and turns you 90 degrees and pulls you toward the edge of the bed. You let out a giddy giggle as you wrap your legs around his waist, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. You pull him down and connect your lips in a passionate kiss, Alex gently rubs your hips making you moan against his lips. He pulls away far sooner than you would have liked and you pout at him. He offers you a soft smile and pecks your lips, 
“Come on baby, tell me what you want.” His voice is low, sending a wave of pleasure down your body. 
“Want you, daddy. Please, I’ve been waiting for this, for you all night.” 
“Think you’re ready to apologize?” You nod hastily and he smiles. He rubs your hips, silently telling you to apologize when you are ready.
“I’m sorry for acting like a brat. There are better ways to get your attention and I went too far. Promise that I’ll be good.” 
“There you are, sweetheart. Such a good boy for me.” You whine as he rubs his cock against your sex, he gives you a soft smile as he pushes into you. Your eyes snap shut at the intrusion, Alex is the biggest out of the guys and you never really got used to his size. He doesn’t want it to be too much for you so he pushes in slowly but you tighten your legs around his waist and force him to bottom out inside of you. A lewd moan falls from your lips, you feel impossibly full but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Alex brings his hand up to your cheek, gently stroking it. You lean into his touch, finally opening your eyes to see him looking at you with nothing but love. You giggle as you clench your walls around his cock, 
“Fuck me like you mean it, daddy.” He moves his hands to your stomach, gently rubbing it with his thumbs as he starts to thrust into you. You bring your hands up to his shoulders and pull him into a soft kiss. “I really am sorry, daddy.” 
“I know you are, sweetheart.” His voice is soft, you can feel a sob rise in your throat and you don’t hold it back. Sobs rack through your body, Alex slows his thrusts and holds on to you for dear life. Tears start to spill from your eyes, falling down your face. 
“I didn’t mean to take it so far.” You mumble out through sobs, “I just wanted to get back at you guys. You were so wrapped up in Wrestle Kingdom that it felt like you were forgetting me.” Alex shushes you, trying to get you to calm down. “Oh my fucking god, I’m an idiot for doing that. I’m so sorry.” 
“It’s okay, baby boy.” He gently wipes your tears away, a loving look in his eyes. “You only did what you thought would get our attention. None of us are going to hold this against you. And you’re not an idiot, you’re the smartest boy I know.” 
“Fuck, Alex. I-I just- I’m just so sorry. I don’t know what else to say.” Alex leans down and kisses the tears that are now falling a lot slower. 
“You don’t need to say anything, love.” He pecks your lips, “Just let it go. Let all those thoughts out of your pretty head. I don’t want you thinking about anything but how I am making you feel.” You sniff and wipe your nose while nodding. He smiles down at you and you return it. He speeds up his thrusts, moving his hands so he is gripping the sides of your stomach. He buries his head in the crook of your neck so he can whisper to you, not wanting the other guys to hear him.
“God, sweetheart. You don’t know what you do to me. Been thinking about putting my kid in your for a while now, wanted to knock you up so badly.” You moan at his words, arching your back off of the mattress. “Fucking hope my seed takes first. Have a little us running around.” He snaps his hips against yours. You squeeze your eyes closed, trying your hardest not to be too loud for the sake of your neighbors. The orgasm that you have been denied twice looms in your gut and you whine at not just Alex but the rest of your partners.
“Need to cum, please. Need it so bad.” 
“It’s alright, love. You can come.” Gabe’s voice sounds soft and far away. You let out an excited whine, hands clawing at Alex’s shoulders. Alex rubs your sides, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. You toss your head back, a wanton moan falling from your lips. Your walls clench around Alex’s cock, pulling a moan from him.
“Thank you, thank you. Thank you.” Those two words come off of your lips like some kind of prayer. You can hear chuckling from behind Alex but you pay it no mind. 
“There you go, sweetheart. Bet that felt good.” You nod, too far off in your own world of bliss to reply verbally. Alex trails kisses up your neck until he finds your lips, you happily kiss him back, bathing in the way that he feels against you. You clench your walls around Alex’s cock, wanting him to cum as soon as possible. He groans against your lips before pulling away from you and burying his head in the crook of your neck. His noises of pleasure are soft, he doesn’t want anyone to hear them but you. You bring your hand up to the nape of his neck, gently rubbing the skin. His thrusts stutter making you smile to yourself, you kiss his shoulder, whispering out to him.
“That’s it baby. Don’t hold it back. Want you to knock me up, to fuck me full of cum. Please, want to be made into a papa.” Alex lets out an unnaturally loud moan which makes his cheeks flush, you smile to yourself and continue to rub the nape of his neck. He snaps his hips against yours feverishly, chasing after his own release. You tighten your legs around his waist, holding him closer to you. He bites into the crook of your neck, not hard but enough to make you squeak in pain. He whispers a soft apology before biting into the spot again. He moans around your skin as he cums, you whine at the feeling. You let out a surprised giggle as more cum spills into your hole, Alex slowly stops moving his hips, holding on to you tightly while breathing heavily. You let your legs drop to the bed, a content sigh leaving your mouth. Alex pulls away from your neck and kisses the bite mark that he left. He carefully pulls out of you, rubbing your stomach lovingly. He leans down and kisses your stomach, looking up at you with pure love written in his eyes. You can hear movement from around you but you are too caught up in what Alex is doing to pay attention. 
Alex moves away from you as Dan comes back from the bathroom, Dan pecks your lips before wiping your sex and your ass while a damp cloth. You thank him softly and he nods. The guys each take trips to the bathroom to clean themselves up. Clark helps you into a sitting position and carefully takes off the collar, putting it on the table between the two beds. He leans down, cupping your face and presses a soft kiss against your lips. 
“How you feelin’, pretty boy?” 
“So good.” You pull him into another kiss. He smiles against your lips but melts against you. Clark is pulled away from you by Gabe, you whine but Gabe offers you a soft smile, telling you sorry. He helps you to your feet and helps you into a pair of boxers and one of Alex’s shirts. 
“Do you need anything, love?” 
“Just want to cuddle.” 
“We can do that.” He wraps his arm around you and leads you to the other bed. You look across the room to see Dan crawling into Clark’s arms, relaxing against his chest as Clark plays with his hair. You climb into the center of the bed, waiting for Alex and Gabe to join you. Alex gets on the bed and pulls you into his chest, you let out a content sigh, a smile playing on your lips. Gabe gets on the bed behind you, he sneaks his hands under your shirt, gently rubbing your stomach. You relax against Alex and Gabe, eyes closing in preparation for sleep. Gabe kisses behind your ear, whispering softly, 
“You are going to be a great dad, love. Can’t wait until the day we have our own kids.” You smile softly, taking his words to heart. You know that one day when you are ready they will be willing to help your dreams come true.
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blowflyfag · 9 months
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HEARTBREAK HOTEL
So! I originally wrote this for a friend of mine, and i dont usually focus on fem readers but i wanted to indulge her :) this is probably my... longest fic??? so get ready for a read folks. It is i wrote very early on.. so if it’s not the best i apologize. I also apologize for how much i describe the outfit and such since i did make it for a specific friend. 
THIS IS AN 18+ FIC IF YOU ARE A MINOR DO NOT LOOK AT THIS PLEASE
anyways i hope you all enjoy it!!!
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Your hands tugged slightly on the skirt you were wearing, hands clenching and uncleaning around the fabric as you sat on the plush red heart shaped bed. A palpable nerve in the air… the tall guy didn’t help much either, he was practically as tall as the doorway. Dressed in a black leather vest and pants and sunglasses even though the room was already dark enough. At least you thought it was. The way he kept adjusting his glove over and over caused a small pit of dread in your stomach, he could fucking snap you like a twig probably. You looked foreword to avoid him from seeing your own prying eyes and you glanced towards the open bathroom door. The only clear gleam of normal light coming from it, breaking up the dark red lights of the room you were in and showing the small fog of cigarette smoke that wafted from the bathroom. Hearing the humming from it revealed to you what waited for you… maybe we should go back a little.
You weren’t really… into wrestling. Sure you’d see it on tv every now and then, glance at a magazine in the store or hear others chat about it but you never really thought about it too much. However when the opportunity to see a showing of Monday Night Raw live presented itself to you? Well why not see what the fuss was about. And boy did you see what the fuss was about, it was… amazing! High flying action, people fighting. Hell someone even almost hit you from the metal gate. It was.. exhilarating! You found yourself quickly becoming a fan, Wrestlers like Double J, Yokozuna, you had a soft spot for heels… They were more interesting than the good guys! But your favorite bad guy… your favorite heel. Shawn Michaels.. he was many people's heart throb and the heartbreak kid maybe had you by the heartstrings. When showings weren’t happening in your town you'd find yourself rushing home to catch Monday Night Raw, just to possibly see the HeartBreak Kid.
But how did you end up in this cheesy love hotel? Well you and your friends decided to take a spontaneous trip. Las Vegas.. while you wouldn’t normally agree to it you had Paid Time off you needed to use and hey your friend offered for the ticket. Why not… and when you learned a showing of Monday Night Raw was happening at a theater near your hotel..? Well the two of you decided to go. It would be a fun memory! So there you two were at ringside, hooting and hollering as the match. You were dressed a bit nicer than usual. Your friend had spoken beforehand about how he knew someone who would be working at the event and could possibly slip the both of you backstage after it all to meet a few of your favorites! Maybe get an autograph signed luckily if possible but best to not push you luck too much. So you were dressed in a cute white top, a pale pink skirt and your favorite pink buckled shoes, walking in them could be a nightmare but god were they cute. The match was everything you could’ve wanted and more. Doink and Dink showed up to fight some new baby face, your friend got squirted by the flower Doink had on him, The Qubecers somehow won another match against the Smoking Guns but… that seemed to be a constant with how dirty they played.. and then the best part of the night show far. The familiar choir of woman’s moaning started and you let out an excited gasp. Shawn Michaels, with his bodyguard Big Daddy Cool Diesel making their way down the walkway and to the ring. The way he walked, the way he carried himself. God it was like being shot with Cupid’s bow and he was the first person you’d laid eyes on. You couldn’t deny that Diesel as well was a physical specimen to be gawked at. The embodiment of strength it seemed at some times, he reminded you almost of a Greek statue. As Shawn was doing his. “Glorified strip tease” to prepare for the match you watched the hat be flung in your direction. Excitedly you reached up to catch it in your grasp looking over to your friend with excitement evident in your face as you clung to the hat tightly in your grasp. For the match Shawn was going up against IRS. It was quite the match. Hell even Diesel walked by you guys for a moment to throw IRS back into the ring after Shawn had kicked him out. In the end Shawn won the match, dancing around as he did when he won that had you staring at every movement in awe.
Once the match had wrapped up you were grabbing your bag and looking towards the stairs before your friend grabbed you to motion for you to go back to your seat. “Hey. Remember what I said? My guy just needs us to wait for it to clear out a bit and then he’ll grab us ok? We just gotta wait.” He whispered to you and you nodded. Still holding onto the hat that had been flung at you with a giddiness in your soul. So you two sat, talking about the exciting match you had watched, your hopes for the next one you’d catch on tv before some came towards the gate. “Hey uh.. guys.” He seemed awkward… but this had to be the guy your friend had been talking about seeing how they got up to high five the guy. 
“Kenny! My man! You hooked us up right? We’re not gonna get you fired or anything?” Your friend asked and this Kenny shook his head. 
“Nahhh. The guys love meeting fans. ‘Specially the chicks.” Kenny said as he looked to you with a half smile. You offered your own weak smile back as you got up. Dusting yourself off before following him and your friend down the ramp, in a way following the footsteps so many wrestlers you were a fan of had. 
There was a bustle and commotion in the backrooms of the arena, staff walking by hurriedly to pack up stuff and others talking loudly on flip phones about… well you didn’t even know what. You stuck close to your friend as your heels clicked against the ground. You felt an excitement boiling and bubbling in your stomach that you couldn’t deny, you were actually gonna be face to face with wrestlers you liked! Who were you even going to talk to first… should you ask questions.. would you- your thoughts were cut off by your nudging you. “Hey. You lost in your mind again or something?”
“Huh..? Yeah I’m sorry! I’m just.. really excited.” You offered with a small giggle and Kenny chuckled.
“It’s no worry! I can imagine how exciting this is. So. Who you wanna see first… wait. Let me guess.” He said with a smirk. Glancing back to you and then down to the hat in your hand. “Could it beeeee… The Heartbreak Kid?” He asked and your eyes widened a bit. 
“Oh I wouldn’t want to be a burden! I know he was just in the ring and-“ Kenny cut you off abruptly. 
“Oh trust me. He’s not gonna mind if it’s you sweetheart.” Kenny snickered before looking at your friend and smirking. “Razor Ramon?”
“What! Am I that predictable?” They asked with a snicker before looking back to you. “Hey… you gonna be ok with them on your own and stuff..? I can always stay with you before I meet Razor and-“ now it was your turn to cut someone off.
“I’ll be fine.” You gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. “Promise. I’m a big girl.” You giggled and your friend rolled his eyes. Shoving you playfully before you both continued to follow after Kenny before he stopped at a door and rapped on it a few times. 
“Hey! You got a fan out here.” Kenny yelled through the door and you raised a brow as you heard what sounded like some stumbling before the door flew open. Shawn Michaels. Shawn Fucking Michaels was less then 3 feet in front of you. God he was even more beautiful up close. He looked at your friend first. Half expecting it to be him who wanted to meet him but your friend simply shook his head, motioning to you with a slight head movement.
You froze for a moment as the spotlight was put on you. You cleared your throat and smiled wide. Telling him your name as you took his hand to shake, except he didn’t. He pulled it to his mouth to place a chaste kiss upon it.. you nerves shot and you felt yourself let out a nervous giggle out of reflex, “you.. uh. Would you like this back?” You said as you offered the hat to him that he had thrown during the set. He looked at it before smirking towards you.
“If it’d make you happy you could keep it.” He offered and you let out a small hum of excitement. Looking at him with such admiration in your eyes.
Kenny cleared his throat as he clapped his hands together. “Alright. Perfect. Since you two are getting along so great. I’m gonna get our man here to his own meetup.” He said as he patted your friend on the chest and they rolled their eyes. 
“You sure you’re gonna be fine?”
“More than fine.” You offered as you went to give your friend a playful nudge. They chuckled and nodded. 
“Alright… just. Keep me in the loop alright?” They offered as you nodded excitedly and they scoffed before turning on their heel to follow after Kenny. You watched them walk off down the hall before feeling an arm wrap around your waist to pull you into their form.
“C'mon in. Be rude to leave you waiting out here in the cold.” Shawn said in a teasing tone that had you giggling like a dumb blond as you followed him into the locker room. He shut the door behind you once you had walked in. You looked around before stopping your movement, you noticed the large man near the locker, leaned against it as he pulled down his fingerless glove. Big Daddy Cool Diesel. Of course you knew him. He was Shawn’s bodyguard… of course he’d be here too.
“Big Daddy!” Shawn started enthusiastically as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “This is our friend (y/n)! She’s a real big fan.” He emphasized real, Causing you to offer a sheepish smile and small wave. 
“It’s very nice to meet you.” You started and only received a glance from over his shades before he looked back up. Shawn rolled his eyes and gave your shoulders a small squeeze. 
“Promise he’s more fun.. especially if we get him a bit warmed up. But what is it you want sweetheart? Photo? Autograph? What can Shawn Michaels do for you?” He asked effortlessly. As if it was a routine he had done a hundred and one times before.. or he was just a charming devil. 
What.. Did you even want out of Shawn Michaels. I mean. You knew what you wanted. But you feared saying that would leave you being hauled away by security and banned from any more shows. You have a nervous smile as you shrug your shoulders. “I’m sorry I just.. I’m very excited to be here right now. It's hard to think straight.” You admitted  and Shawn chuckled slightly. “
Oh I completely understand. I would be in awe in front of the Heartbreak Kid as well.” 
Humble didn’t seem to be a word in Shawn’s dictionary. So for a while you stayed there. Absentmindedly talking about the match, other wrestlers, upcoming events that maybe you shouldn’t have been let on… but the insider knowledge did make you feel special. As the time kept ticking however Shawn eventually stretched. “Say. You got anywhere to be tonight?” He offered and you quickly shook your head.. what. It was only 11:30… and Vegas never seemed to sleep. “How about you come out with me and Diesel tonight? Make you feel real special. We’ll give you the work around.” He offered as he sprung up from his seat on the bench. Going towards the locker to slip his jacket on. 
“Are you sure it won’t be a hassle? I don’t want to be any trouble getting back to my hotel and-“
“You can stay the night with us! It won’t be a burden at all!” Shawn interrupted you as he wrapped a hand around your shoulders to pull you close causing you to giggle. What the hell… why not. When would you ever have this chance again! 
So here you were. After a night of being driven around by a taxi driver to see the lights and sights you found yourself in their hotel room… one bed. An obnoxious heart shaped bed that seemed less and less practical as you thought it over, that red wallpaper, and the smell. A smell of sex that never seemed to have fully escaped the room. Your grip tightened on your skirt as you glanced towards Diesel once again. He himself seemed a bit annoyed by Shawn’s… insistence on fixing himself up... but it had been what. 15 minutes now? But just as you thought it over Shawn came out of the bathroom with that lopsided smile that looked perfect on him. 
“So sorry to keep you waiting sweetheart.” He said with a somewhat sincere tone. Leaning close to bringing your chin up to meet his gaze before glancing at Diesel. “Diesel! Least you could’ve done was warm the lady up bud. Last thing we’d want is for a fan to be uncomfortable right?” He asked with a cocked brow and Diesel grumbled something as he turned his head to the side. 
“Is… is he gonna stay in here during… this?” You asked and Shawn let out a small hum.
“Oh Baby.” He began before smiling. 
“We’re a package deal.” He said before bringing your lips to meet his. His kiss was needy. Desperate almost as his hands went to rest on your hips to pull him closer to him. Your own hands went to reach up to cup his face. A kiss that sent electric shocks through your body. It distracted you enough that you didn’t feel the bed dip from behind you, only feeling the sensation of large hands on your thighs and lips attaching to your neck. You let out a small gasp at the new sensations allowing for Shawn to deepen the kiss with you.
You were practically sandwiched between the two. Your wildest dreams finally coming true this very night. Your hands moved to grasp Shawn’s hair. Giving it a small tug which caused a small whine from him that sent shivers down your spine. Diesel’s hands gripped your thighs a bit tighter before the grip loosened as his hand slowly trailed up to the hem of your shirt. Shawn pulled away from the kiss leaving you panting for air as you raised your arms to help Diesel get you top off. You watched as it was thrown halfway across the room practically before watching as Shawn began to shimmy off the jeans he had been wearing, making a bit of a show out of it.. like he did with everything. However your attention was dragged around as you felt a large hand on your face. Directing you to look to the side where you were met by Diesel who continued where Shawn had left off. Kissing you deeply as his hand slowly trailed down your stomach towards the hem of your skirt. You quickly went to help. Sliding the fabric down your waist to leave you in only your undergarments. Diesel moved to slide his hand inside your underwear, large hands quickly finding that sensitive little Nub that had your hips bucking foreword. 
“We’ve got a lively one huh?” Shawn teased with a wolfish smirk before sinking to his knees in front of you. “Works perfectly for me. I knew you’d warm her up just fine Diesel! Just next time.. why don’t you do it while I’m getting ready Hm? Don’t want it to be awkward for our company.” Shawn raised a brow before pulling your underwear down your leg and smiling wide at the prize presented to him. Diesel rubbing and teasing your clit, having you moan wildly into his mouth, Shawn quickly moved forward to latch onto your weeping cunt, licking eagerly which had you pulling away to cry out in pleasure. Legs shaking before Diesel set his free hand on one.
“Cmon. You can take it. You were doing so well!” His tone was almost teasing as his fingers kept circling your clit, having your stomach knot and coil. Your hands quickly went to grip the leather of Diesel’s pants and you cried out. Honestly the barrage from both of them had you cumming almost instantly, your back arching as you cried out in pleasure. Shawn pulled away from your pussy with a smile on his face. Wiping his lips before looking to Diesel who also withdrew his hand from your clit as he patted your thigh. His gaze met Shawn’s which had a playful nature to it. Holding his hand out expectantly in a fist, Diesel quickly followed suit as well.. were… were they really playing rock paper scissors? Rock beats Scissors, Diesel had won the game. Shawn rolled his eyes. “Best of Thre-“
“Shawn. You said it yourself. We’ve kept the poor girl waiting long enough.” Diesel smirked as he patted your thigh and Shawn relented. 
“Right right. How selfish of me.” He cooed as he tussled your hair before moving back towards the top of the bed. Diesel helped you shift to your stomach. Rubbing a small circle into your lower back before pulling away. Shawn himself sat expectantly. Legs spread as he looked at you with a smile. “You still got energy in you pretty girl?” He asked as he went to place a hand on your head. You nodded before moving a bit closer to take his cock in your mouth, savoring it for a moment before beginning to bob your head slowly along the length, shawn tilted his head back. Letting out a small sigh as he closed his eyes and tightened the grip on your hair. “That’s it sweetheart…. You’ve got it.” He encouraged. But you were brought out of the bubble abruptly.
You felt a heat prodding at your entrance. Big. That was the first thing that came to mind, big, hot, heavy. You glanced back to see Diesel Aligning himself. Teasing a bit with long drags against your pussy that would occasionally graze your clit causing a small whine that caused a groan from Shawn. “Diesel… whatever you’re doing don’t fuckin stop man…” Shawn said before looking to his bodyguard who smirked before finally inserting himself. Your legs shook ever so slightly as he did, back arching as you went to pull away from Shawn to let out a moan. Diesel filled you up in all the right spots, as if he was made perfectly for you. They both were. You almost were sure this was a dream. This couldn’t be possible. But Shawn quickly brought you back to the moment as he cupped your face with one hand. 
“Thought you said you had it in you.” He teased and you gulped. Whining for a moment as Diesel worked on pounding into you. You gripped the sheets tightly before you sunk your head down back to Shawn’s length to continue your earlier work, bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue along his stupid pretty cock. No wonder he was always so showy about it.. about himself. He was an enigma almost, a modern day Dionysus. You moved your hands to grip Shawn’s thighs instead, it helped you feel a bit more grounded in a sense… 
Diesel’s thrusts into you had you seeing stars, he could be so brutal with his grip around your waist… his hands were huge. But it was a good brutal. The kind of brutal you’d think back oh and go man. That was a wild night… 
You pulled away from Shawn’s length for a moment to catch your breath. Your hand going to take the place of your mouth, it was well lubed up enough at this rate, you quickly began to move your hand up and down the length. Looking up to Shawn with pretty doe like eyes. 
“A-am I doing good..?” You asked with a smile. You knew you were doing good. You placed his tip to your ginge as you kept your hand movements going, Shawn gritted his teeth slightly as his hands gripped your hair. 
“Fuck… fuck yeah you’re doing good just..” he let out a small groan, it didn’t take long before he had come undone and was spewing into your mouth. You quickly wrapped your mouth around the tip to try to catch as much as you could, hand still working to pump what was left into your mouth. Once it was over and you pulled away from him, his head slumped as he panted. “Jesus sweetheart…” he began with a smile before looking at you, his eyes softening as he watched Diesel work. Pounding into with a vigor that he had experienced himself. Shawn took his time reaching over towards a heart shaped ashtray to start a smoke for himself,  he might as well enjoy the show. Diesel had hiked one of your legs up to get deeper inside, if that was even possible but you seemed to be enjoying it with the way your eyes rolled back and hands dug into the sheets as if at any moment they’d disappear from under you. It didn’t take long before that coil in you snapped once again causing you to spiral and cry out as you came against Diesel’s length, before Diesel himself finished he pulled out abruptly to furiously rub himself to finish. He ended up spraying his load on your stomach as he panted slightly. Looking down at you before fixing himself to put himself back in his pants.
The rest of the night was a blur. To fucked out of your mind to clearly recall but you remembered bits and pieces, heart shaped bathtub, Shawn and Diesel kissing, how comfy the bed was once you were under the covers… no wonder you passed out so quickly… and when you awoke you were on your own. You looked around for a moment before rubbing your hips.. Diesel had done a number on you. On the bedside table sat a tray.. someone must’ve called room service for you before leaving… it made you feel. Nice that they had thought of that for you. Your clothes were neatly folded and set on one of the chairs with your bag, and the hat on top, and near the tray you noticed a little piece of paper.
‘Call me if you ever need some good fashion lovin~’ 
The flowy handwriting and number made you feel giddy… he left you his number. Shawn Michaels left you his number. You quickly went to put the piece of paper in your bag. Stumbling a bit to get there but once you did your phone began to ring. You stared at the number for a moment before picking up.
“Hey! I was wondering when you’d pick up!” Your friend's voice rang out and you smiled. 
“Sorry just… slept in. That’s all.”
“Slept in. Uh huh. Yeah sure I totally believe it.” They teased, causing you to giggle. 
“Oh whatever… how’d it go last night with Razoooor Ramon.” You said in your own teasing tone and you could hear the snicker from the other line. 
“Oh it went just fine. I won’t get into the nitty gritty… but where are you at? I want to make sure I don’t lose you.”
“I’m at the heartbreak hotel.” You could practically hear your friends gasp in realization at what your night had been like. You snickered, telling your friend to give you a little to get ready before you’d be ready to go…
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allelitesmut · 10 months
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Palate Cleanser part 2
After their reunion goes south, Max makes one last desperate attempt at changing their fate. But with a lifetime of history and baggage, have they missed their chance at getting the timing right?
Find Part One here
Ship: MJF x Actress!Childhood Friend!OFC
Rating: Explicit - 18+
Warnings: Smut (minors dni), Angst is their second language, Maybe even a little fluff this time, Cheating, Rough Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling, Oral Sex(f receiving), minor degradation, daddy kink, and breeding kink, biting
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-One Missed Call-
-Two Missed Calls-
-Three Missed Calls-
*Riley, please pick up the phone. Please, I’m begging you.*
-Four Missed Calls-
*Please, we can’t leave things like this...*
*I went to your hotel but they said you already checked out. How did you get here so much faster than me? I’m going to be so late for this convention*
-Five Missed Calls-
*I’m going to the airport. They can fucking fire me if they want, I’m not sitting around in some loser convention while you walk out of my life*
-Six Missed Calls-
*Riley, pick up. I’m going crazy here. Please, pick up the phone.*
*I’m trying really hard not to be a psycho right now but i’m running out of options.*
-Seven Missed Calls-
*Please, Riley. I can’t say this stuff to you through text. Please pick up.*
YOUR CALL COULD NOT BE COMPLETED AS DIALED. PLEASE HANG UP AND DIAL AGAIN.
“Why aren’t my calls going through?”
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED.
YOUR CALL COULD NOT BE COMPLETED AS DIALED. PLEASE HANG UP AND DIAL AGAIN.
“Riley?”
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED
YOUR CALL COULD NOT BE COMPLETED AS DIALED. PLEASE HANG UP AND DIAL AGAIN.
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-One Month Later-
Max hesitated in the cool night air before stepping up onto the sidewalk. He took in a long breath through his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. The ‘for sale’ sign out front was a daunting reminder that this was his last shot.
He had heard through the grapevine that she put her townhouse on the market, but seeing it for himself was a different story. The place looked just like it always did, a gem tucked away on a quiet street near Washington Square Park. The wave of nostalgia that hit him nearly bowled him over; he missed this place and the fact that he didn’t do this years ago was making him itchy.
Her porch light was on and he could see the light on in the living room. She was home and she was still awake. It wasn’t until he was halfway here that he realized that it would be nearly one in the morning by the time he got here and some people actually slept.
His expensive shoes scuffed along with pavement, turning onto the walkway up to her porch. He wondered if she heard his car pull up and his stomach was suddenly turning. Climbing the few stairs up to the door, his heartbeat pounded in his ears. Fuck, he had been so confident the entire ride here but now that he needed to raise a hand to ring the doorbell, his arms were suddenly made of concrete.
It had been a long time since he had been here. Probably five years by now. It seemed like a lifetime but he couldn’t help but feel like it was still a second home. How many times had he parked in that same spot, walked up those same stairs, knocked on this same door? How many times had he not bothered to knock because he had a key and she had an open door policy for him, and him alone? How did he manage to screw things up this colossally? Fuck, he was in his own head.
Acting before he could double guess it, he reached up and jammed on the doorbell that he suddenly wasn’t sure he had ever used before, wincing as it let out a stuttered double chime throughout her house. Swallowing hard, he shifted his weight and tried to train his face into something she might not want to spit at. His fingers fidgeted as he waited for a response, one hand fiddling with the bag that was strangled tight in his fist. Then, he could hear the soft pad of her footsteps approaching the door, and his mouth went dry.
Without stopping to think, Riley swung the door open, spoon still dangling from between her lips from the ice cream she had just sat down to eat. She caught sight of him and screeched to a halt, pulling the spoon from her mouth. Time stood still as she took in the sight of him, hair slightly disheveled, beard more grown out than she had ever seen. He was dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, his eyes clearly bloodshot even in the flickering porch light. A well in her chest grew astronomically fast and she slammed the door shut before he could even get out a ‘hello’.
Max deflated on the other side of the door, cursing himself for being so dumb-struck that he couldn’t manage to conjure up a single word in the time she was looking at him. He drove over an hour, practicing what he was going to say when he finally got here and now he was totally blank. The sight of her, hair tied up, wearing those tiny silk pj’s that he knew he bought her for some birthday a million years ago, it knocked the wind out of him for a second. He knocked pointedly at her door.
“Riley, come on, I obviously know you’re in there.” He tried to speak loud enough for her to hear through the door. It was quiet, only the sound of some drunk kids down the street. But importantly, not the sound of her walking away. “Please, just talk to me, Ry.”
“Go away, Max.” Her voice was faint on the other side of the door but if she was responding, he could at least get somewhere.
“No, I’m not going anywhere until you hear me out. I will camp out on your porch if I have to.” He insisted, fully prepared to settle in. It wouldn’t be the first time he fell asleep on this porch.
“You can’t just show up here unannounced.” She slid down the door, sitting on the floor, back flat against it. Her stomach was in knots and she was doing her best to suppress the thrill that was so desperately trying to peak through.
“Well I would’ve called but you blocked me.” He settled into the brick porch, leaning his shoulder into the door, as if it made him any closer to her.
“Maybe you should have taken that hint.” She laid her head back, eyes closed, willing herself to get up and go back to the couch; to eat her ice cream and finish her movie and go to bed and pretend this was just another futile dream.
Max fell quiet at that. He had been trying; he really had. He crawled back to the life he had blown up with his tail between his legs and tried to accept that it was over. And his efforts at seeming unaffected to everyone around him were valiant - they worked for a while, and they probably would have continued to work if he had been sleeping at night. But a month of sleepless nights took its toll, and his perpetual bad mood was making him hugely unpleasant to be around. The news that she was moving just pushed him over an edge. An hour of staring at the ceiling in bed and he finally cracked, jolting upright and barely stopping to throw on a shirt before he got in his car.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Go home, Max.” She pushed off the floor to get to her feet and he could hear the movement on the other side of the door, scrambling to get to his feet himself.
“I got your shoes fixed.” He offered, holding up the bag in his hand like she could see it through the door. She stilled, brows furrowing. “You left them in my room after...” Trailing off, he ground his heel into the porch. It was a blatant tactic; they both knew it...but that was her favorite pair of shoes...
“You fixed the heel?” She breathed cautiously, almost not wanting to hear the answer, and Max closed his eyes in a relieved breath.
“I’ve got a guy.” That guy was his mom but none-the-less, it was fixed.
Ever so slowly, she creaked the door back open, bracing herself. She could accept the shoes and tell him to leave. That was well within her power. Presumably. She held out an expectant hand, trying not to let her eyes wander anywhere beyond the bag in his hand. His hands that were absolutely not distracting to her at all.
“Not even a ‘thank you’?” He gave her a lopsided grin that she ignored, just jutting her hand out more insistently.
“Do you think that this fixes anything?” She sat back on her heel, her other hand clung to the doorknob, ready to slam it shut at a moments notice.
“Well maybe not fixes…per say, but bit of an olive branch?” He suggested but the silence that hung in the air afterwards told him it wasn’t cutting it. Extending his hands, he offered the bag up to her.
“Thank you for bringing me my shoes. Drive safe.” She responded finally, taking the bag and swinging the door closed, but Max caught it this time, stopping it from closing. Riley panicked, trying hard to slam it shut, his fingers be damned.
“Riley, come on. I came all the way out here, please can we just talk? Five minutes, that’s all I’m asking.” He held her gaze through the small opening left in the doorway and she froze to the spot. It was a bad idea. Giving him any opening was giving him too much leeway.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Five minutes and then I swear to god I will leave you alone for the rest of my life.” He insisted and Riley hesitated. She had locked herself away with all these thoughts after making her escape from his hotel room and it had made for a jumbled mess of unchecked emotions.
“Five minutes.” She finally conceded and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I’m setting a timer.”
Reluctantly letting the door ease open, she dropped the shoes on the entry table and retreated, hoping to keep a buffer between them. She started down the hall without waiting for him - he knew his way around. Stopping short before heading to the kitchen island, visions of their last night together slammed back into her brain. She decided the living room was safer than the kitchen.
“Think I could get a glass of water?” He lingered just outside the entrance to her kitchen. He was pushing his limits but sometimes that was what he did best. Riley rolled her eyes, sitting back on her hip.
“I already agreed to five minutes. Now you need a drink too? What is this, ‘If You Give A Mouse A Cookie’?” But she was already breezing past him into the kitchen, despite her objections. Max grinned, leaning against the arched doorway.
“Yeah, you know what they say.” He watched her as she struggled to reach a cup in her cabinets - same as always. “If you give a Max five minutes, he’ll ask for a glass of water…” Riley suppressed a smile. She wasn’t charmed by him. She wasn’t. She could will that into reality. “And if you give a Max a glass of water, he’ll probably need to use the bathroom, and if you let him use the bathroom, you’ll make him feel welcome in your home, and you’ll have to let him stay forever.” She got her pitcher of water from the fridge and poured it halfway up his cup.
“Only half a glass, then. No bathroom use allowed.” She seemed like she was teasing but her face was stoic and Max was having a hard time placing where her head was at. Hell, she was having a hard time placing where her head was at.
“You’re missing out.” He cocked his head but Riley just passed the glass to him and breezed past him into the living room.
“I’ll survive.” She sat down in the single chair, crossing her legs. The couch was much too dangerous. As Max came around to sit on the loveseat nearest to her, she fiddled with her phone, pulling up an alarm.
“Are you seriously setting a timer?” He leaned over to see as she placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Glancing over, he noted the bowl of ice cream that was melting, then up at the Sex in the City reruns that were up on her tv.
“Deadly, and it starts now. So I recommend you skip past the cute comments and make whatever point you wanted to make, so I can get on with my evening.” She said, leaning forward into his space to press start on the timer, and Max caught the scent of her shampoo, sending something shuttering inside him that withered the cute comment he was going to make about how exciting her evening looked. The timer ticked down. His brow furrowed and the corner of his lip twitched.
“You’re selling the house?” It tumbled out before he could stop it and her face scrunched for a moment. She had imagined him showing up on her front porch a hundred times in the last month; she had made herself thinking he was going to come chasing after her. But in all the times she had pictured it, this was never his leading point.
“You drove over an hour, after midnight, to demand five minutes…all to ask about my real estate dealings?” Her brow raised. It may not have been what she expected but it was easier than his apologies and guilt. Max shrugged and she shook her head. “Yeah, I’m selling the house.”
“Why?” His voice was soft and genuine and it unsettled something deep in her chest. Her head tipped from side to side; there were a lot of reasons she was selling this place, she just needed to figure out the safest reason to admit to him.
“Because my show is over and my chances of finding something new are drastically higher in Los Angeles than New York.” It was simple; clean. It made sense; in fact it was hard to argue with. So why did it feel like such an excuse?
“You’re moving to LA?” Max felt like he’d had the wind knocked out of him. If he picked up on how phony her reasoning felt coming out of her mouth. he didn’t show it. His finger tips felt numb. “There’s plenty of acting jobs in New York.”
“Not nearly as many and usually not as good.” She held her tongue about the ghosts of her bad decisions that haunted every inch of this house. She knew that if she even hinted that this move was more about her need for a fresh start, he was going to be able to needle his way in until she couldn’t think straight. And this felt like the first time she had been thinking straight in years.
“But you love this place.” He finally took a moment to look around. It was staged for viewings but, underneath it all, it was still the same. From the vinyl records in the corner to the vintage chair she was sitting in, but also in the bones of the old townhouse, those great wide beams that stretched across the ceiling and the hundred year old floor boards. He was with her when she first toured this place when she was finally ready to move out to Manhattan; he watched the way the pieces clicked into place when she stepped inside. It was instant for her.
“Well sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do.” She meant for it to sound like she was being mature, but it felt oddly petulant coming out of her mouth.
“Do you, though?” He took a sip of his water, trying to occupy his hands anyway he could. Riley tilted her head, brow inching up. “Do you have to?” Her face fell, jaw shifting. “I mean, have you even tried finding something here?”
“I don’t need to try. I got lucky the first time and that’s not going to happen again. There’s nothing left for me in New York.” She focused her gaze down on the ice cream that was melting on the table. Max wet his lips, brow furrowed, before he shook his head.
“Riley...” He pleaded, trying to voice a dozen things with just her name, but her eyes snapped to him, narrowed. She understood perfectly what he was trying to say.
“Don’t. Don’t even try to pretend you’re a reason to stick around.” She snapped with the smallest shake of her head. Her chest ached and she glanced down at the timer. Three and a half minutes. She could handle another three and a half minutes. Then she could put this behind her.
“I could be.” He was more serious than she had ever seen him and something rolled in her stomach. Maybe three and a half minutes was too long. “But you shouldn’t stay for me.” Their gazes lingered on each other, the stillness in the air rippling through them. “Stay for you because you love this city and you love this house and because California is a wasteland.”
“California is beautiful.”
“It’s not New York.” He pinned her down with his eyes and she squirmed, struggling to meet his gaze.
“Well I think...New York and I have outgrown each other.” She said, finally looking up at him, and Max couldn’t help but feel like she was talking about more than just New York.
“Not possible.” He said definitively. “Soulmates don’t outgrow each other.” He watched her swallow, fingers toying with the seam on the couch cushion. That was a lofty word and it was difficult to pretend he was talking about the city. He thought he had laid all his cards on the table back in his hotel room but dozens of nights laying awake gave him plenty of time to think about all the things he didn’t say. In the moment he felt like he had bared his soul out to her but, thinking back, he wasn’t sure he said anything substantial. God, she jumbled his brain.
“Then maybe we aren’t soulmates.” She couldn’t stop the hurt from seeping into her voice. It didn’t matter what she wanted, some things just weren’t meant to be.
“Bullshit.” He stated like it was indisputable. Because to him, it was. Whether he was talking about himself or New York, it was bullshit. This is where she was meant to be. “You were made for this city. You’ll miss snow too much if you go to California.”
“I’ll live without it.” She looked away from him, eyes fixed on a small plant on the bookshelf on the other side of the room.
“Yeah? How many of the things you love are you going to leave behind when you run this time?” He abandoned all sense of pretense and her eyes snapped back to him. He was running out of time. In under three minutes, he needed to either convince her to stay or weasel his way into more time. The pressure was building in his chest. Riley scoffed, uncrossing then recrossing her legs, sitting back in her seat.
“You won’t get me with that twice.” She insisted with a small shake of her head, ignoring the tug at her gut that it caused. “Sometimes running is the smartest thing you can do.” No matter how many times she repeated it to herself, she couldn’t manage to get it to sink all the way in, though. “I’ve seen enough of your wrestling career to know that.” She deflected. Ever the masochist, she had found herself tuning in lately. Max’s brow furrowed, face scrunching up.
“That is not the same and you know it.”
“How is it not? I’m running from a fight, just like you do.”
“Okay, first of all,” He held up a finger. “I don’t run from fights, I make strategic decisions to conserve my energy.” He defended with exaggerated hand gestures, and she rolled her eyes. Her mouth opened to protest that she was doing the same thing, but he continued before she could. “Second of all, I’m not trying to fight you.” His voice was softer this time, more genuine, and it knocked her off balance.
“Yeah, then what are you trying to do, exactly?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? It always was. What did Max want? He may not have had an answer if he was asked a few years ago but he didn’t have to think anymore. He had done enough of that for a lifetime and it always led him to the same place.
“I’m trying to spend my life with the only person that has ever mattered to me at all.” He came all this way; none of it meant anything if he didn’t lay it all on the line. And the look on her face, even if for just a few stunned seconds, was enough to make it worth it, because he could see, at her core, that she wanted it as badly as he did. But then, oh boy, did her expression shift quickly, into something much colder than he had hoped for.
“Really? So Kelsey didn’t matter to you?” Her voice wasn’t angry but it was certainly frosty, and Max shrank back. “You were living together but she didn’t matter at all?” For the past month, her emotions had been all over the map but she kept coming back to that sickly guilt. That look on Kelsey’s face when she looked back at Riley - she knew that pain, she had worn that face, and she was angry that Max made her inflict that face on another person. He sighed, scrubbing his hands over his eyes, then back through his hair.
“Not compared to you.” He knew that wasn’t fair to Kelsey but it didn’t change the facts. The moment he saw Riley walk into that bar, Kelsey may as well have stopped existing.
“That’s not how it works, Max! You lived together, she trusted you! Why would you move in with a person that you don’t care about?”
“Because you were gone!” He shouted back, barely containing the urge to jump to his feet. “The same reason I’ve ever been with anyone - because I couldn’t be with you!”
“To what end?” She was frustrated and her chest was aching and she was stumbling down that same impassioned path that always brought her to ruin but she didn’t know how to stop. “If we hadn’t run into each other at that convention, how long would you have stayed with her? Would you have married her? Even though you don’t care about her?”
“Would you have married Lucas if he’d ever manned up and bought a ring?” He demanded and Riley’s eyes narrowed. “I was following your lead, Riley. Always. For the last twenty fucking years I’ve just been following your lead and you know what, maybe I would have married Kelsey.” He tried not to falter when he saw the way her face shifted. “Or maybe it wouldn’t have been her. Maybe it would have been some other girl I don’t care about. But it was always going to be some girl I don’t care about unless you came back into my life. And it would have been the same for you - just rotting away in some pointless fucking marriage, sitting awake at night, knowing that it was never going to touch what we have here.“
Riley sat back in the chair, swallowing hard and trying to keep her breath from noticeably trembling. This was too much. She knew letting him inside was asking for trouble. Any time around him was too much time around him. She was immensely grateful for the distance her chair was providing, unsure she would have been able to keep her head on if he was any closer.
“So what do you suggest, then?” Her voice was barely a squeak, legs knocked out from under her. Max swallowed hard and she watched his adams apple bob before he captured her gaze.
“Marry me.” Said without a hint of irony. Riley felt her spine turn to jelly, skin buzzing.
“What?”
“Marry me, Riley.” He rooted around in his pocket for a moment before brandishing a loose ring and sinking off the chair, to the floor between them. Fire raged through her bloodstream, catching on every raised hair of her arms. “No more fucking around. No more wasting time. This is where we’re supposed to be and we both know it. So marry me.” There was no time to think through the words flying out of his mouth. They weren’t the ones he had so perfectly practiced in the car but they were out now and there was no taking them back.
And the blood was pumping so strong in her head that she couldn’t hear herself thinking. A life with Max. How long had she been dreaming about that? Surely since before the make-believe weddings they held in her backyard when they were seven and life was easier. Her eyes drifted to the ring, clutched between his fingers, nearly trembling as he held it out to her, and she recognized it in an instant. Almost twenty years later but it was hard to forget the ring that got Max grounded for the first time after he stole it out of his mom’s jewelry box. He wasn’t allowed to watch wrestling for a month after that but the picture of her with that ring, in her prettiest dress out in the backyard, with him in his dad’s suit jacket, was one that was pinned to her dresser for most of her life. The fond warmth that crept through her dulled the feelings that had been threatening to suffocate her. A life with Max...
But then the alarm on her phone echoed through the electrified silence of her house and she snapped back into her body. He reached for her hand but she snatched it back, pulling her legs up off the floor and retreating as far back into the chair as she could get.
“No.” She said with a finality but none-the-less followed up with, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.“ Ice water flooded through Max’s veins as he sat back on his heels. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Why is that so crazy?” He looked up at her from his defeated position on the floor, eyes so genuine it made her chest ache.
“You want a list?” She practically laughed and he shored himself up quickly.
“Yeah, I think I do, actually. Tell me why we shouldn’t get married.” He replied, as if this wasn’t a completely outlandish thing to do. And maybe he was sleep deprived and floundering a little bit but he knew this was right.
“Well for starters, we’ve barely spoken in the last four years.”
“So what?” He crept forward on his knees until he was against her chair. “I have thought about you every single day for the last twenty years.” She stayed, recoiled as far back in the chair as she could get, as if his touch would singe her skin. “And I’m gonna think about you every day until the day I die.” He pressed his luck, finger trailing, light as air, up her bare calf, sending electricity skittering out through her veins. “And I’m pretty sure you’re thinking about me too. So why are we wasting all this time fighting where we’re supposed to be?”
“Thinking about each other isn’t enough.” She shook her head like she was convincing herself too.
“You’re right, it’s not. We should be doing way more than thinking about each other.”
“That’s not what I-”
“We should be living with each other, cooking with each other, waking up next to each other, spending our lives together.” He laid his palm, warm and strong across her knee, and she struggled to swallow. “Aren’t you tired of the constant effort it takes to stay away from each other? I feel like I’ve been swimming upstream for years now and I’m just…really exhausted.” His hand pulled away from her and she sucked in a breath at the loss, watching as he lifted himself up to sit on the edge of the coffee table, directly in front of her. Her brain was sending out alarm flares but the way he was looking at her was much louder.
“Max, please...” She wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking, all she knew was this moment was excruciating, and it was all too much. And now he was so close and, god, that look...
“Tell me you don’t want a life with me.” He didn’t give her the time to decide what she was asking. “Tell me you don’t want Sunday Morning Pancakes and shower duets and nights curled up watching your trashy reality tv together until I end up annoyingly invested.” She couldn’t pretend she didn’t. She might have been an actress but Max knew how to see through her.
“It’s not that simple.”
“We can make it that simple!” He exclaimed, trying to reach for her knees again but she flinched this time, worried she would burst into flames if he touched her again, and he sat back. “The only thing standing in our way is us. If we want this, all we need to do is take it.” Holding her gaze was an Olympic sport sometimes but he was performing exceptionally well. “I know you want this too, Riley. You told me as much last month.” Finally, she stopped avoiding his gaze, eyes glued right to him. He didn’t have a right to use the things she had said that night against her.
“Yeah, then I woke up and met your girlfriend. Suffice to say, my plans changed.” She didn’t sound angry and he almost wished she would be. She was almost easier to handle when she was yelling at him, but she only sounded hurt and that was something that made his stomach ache.
“Look, I fucked up, I know. Okay? This obviously isn’t how I wanted this to play out.” He leaned in as close as he could get but she only scowled at him. “I need you to understand, I was fully planning to head home and pack my shit up at Kelsey’s. I hate that it went down like this but my protocol is, and always has been, to drop everything the second you become an option. I knew going in that things with her could end like this.”
“Oh, well isn’t that nice? Did you ever think that maybe you should let me know about your relationship?” She scowled and he just wet his lips, stammering for a response.
“I know…I know I should have but I knew that was my only shot at this and that you would have run the second you heard about Kelsey.” He heard it coming out of his mouth and wondering how he thought that would make for a good defense.
“Oh really, you thought that maybe I might not behave the same way if I knew you were in a serious relationship? So weird.”
“Okay but that what I’m saying! It wasn’t a serious relationship - it was always going to be second to anything you and I have.” He tried to sway her, his hands warm on her knees but the withering look she gave him had him retreating.
“How sweet. Did you let Kelsey know that or was that just supposed to be a fun surprise for her one day?” She demanded and he was suddenly regretting his words and location as she unfurled her legs down to the floor.
“I mean...I feel like she must have known from the way I talked about you.”
“Right, the unspoken exception to the rule.” She scoffed, parroting back his own words from that night, and Max winced. This was not going to plan. “Was it as implied to her as it was to me?” He heaved a breath, eyes begging for an understanding he wasn’t due. His fingers tapped repetitively along the edge of the table and he fumbled for a response.
“I’m not gonna deny that I fucked this up on a major scale. But I can’t change that anymore and I’m not about to fuck it up more by letting you walk out of my life again.”
“People get hurt when we’re around each other, Max! I can’t hurt anyone else.”
“People only get hurt when we’re trying to fight what we have!” He shot back and Riley stilled for a moment. “We just need to close off the circle and other people don’t have to get caught in our crosshairs.” She was quiet at that, her mouth opening and closing a few times.
“Well maybe I don’t want to be caught in the crosshairs either.” Her quiet admission was stinging but Max cocked his head, brow heavy.
“I’m not firing at you, babe. Never have, never will.” He held her gaze with a pleading look.
“And yet, we’ve both managed to hurt each other plenty.” She shook her head decidedly. “If I stick around here, we’re only going to end up hurting each other again.”
“We’re hurting each other by staying apart. How is that any better?” He demanded, leaning toward her. “At least this way we’ve got a shot at being happy.”
“Well maybe we don’t deserve to be happy.” Her face was weary and Max could instantly see every ounce of guilt that she had been marinating in for weeks.
“That’s crap.” He didn’t hesitate. “Making ourselves miserable doesn’t undo what I did to Kelsey or what we did to Jonah. And it’s definitely not going to undo what we’ll do to the next unsuspecting sucker that has the misfortune of being around us the next time we snap and wind up together.”
Riley was quiet, eyes locked with his, her heart hammering in her chest and echoing in her ears. Her breathing was erratic, his scent filling her nose. How did he do this to her every time.
“What else am I supposed to do, Max? I can’t trust you.” She wet her lips, teeth just barely grazing over her bottom lip. It stung more than he expected to hear that.
“Yes you can. I swear to fucking god, I am all in on us, Ry.” He gestured to the ring, still clenched tight between his fingers. “Just give me one chance to show you that I’m right when I say we’re meant to be together.”
“Max...” She warned but he was already out of time. He wasn’t leaving anything left unsaid.
“I swear, the first, smallest indiscretion and you can kick me to the curb. If I don’t unload the dishwasher when I’m supposed to or I forget to take something out for dinner, you can ship me out with no fight. But please, just give me that chance.”
“I already gave you a chance.”
“Come on, that doesn’t count!” He pleaded, his hands warm as they covered her knees, the ring pressed into her skin. She wanted to shove them off but couldn’t bring herself to move that warmth. “We never even got started. I promise you, you spend even a couple days being with me, the way we were always supposed to be, you’ll never look back.”
That was almost what scared her most, though. She knew that this dive was one she would never recover from. If she let her guard down and gave him that chance, there wouldn’t be anything she wouldn’t overlook. Because she knew that it would feel right. She knew it would feel like finally coming home and that feeling was going to be too good to deny, no matter what he did. It would be cutting the last remaining thread of her self control and that was a dangerous line to cross.
“I can’t marry you, Max. That’s insane.”
“Then take an insane fucking leap of faith with me.” His thumb rubbed half circles over the edges of her knee and it obliterated a few braincells. “Tell me this doesn’t feel right.”
“That’s not the point…” She was exasperated and everything about him was starting to invade her senses. The feeling of the ring pressed into her was dizzying and distracting.
“No, it is the point. The point is that this feels right because it is right.” He dared to let his hands glide past her knees, smoothly journeying up her thighs, dragging the edge of the stones into her soft flesh. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes fluttering shut for just a fraction of a second, and she tried to ignore the fire that burned low in her belly. “We shouldn’t have to work this hard to stop thinking about each other.” His voice was raspy and hypnotic, her brain tearing itself to pieces to try to hold onto that last thread. “You told me you loved me, Riley. Did you mean it?” It was hard to breathe, his face inching closer and closer to hers.
“I wasn’t in my right mind.” She shook her head, latching desperately onto the unyielding anger she was feeling when she said that. The way she had been left feeling gutted like a fish. How that confession was a dying gasp from an overtired, overstimulated, over emotional girl.
“I think you were in your right mind. I think you said what you’ve been dying to say for the last ten years.” He wet his lips and her eyes snagged on it, digging her teeth deeper into hers. But that anger she’d felt back on that morning in the hotel was still lit in her stomach.
“I said what you didn’t have the balls to say.” She narrowed her eyes and Max stilled. “What you still haven’t had the balls to say.” Scoffing, she shook her head and it devolved into a full laugh. “You’re here with a fucking ring but you’ve still never said you love me.” And Max sat back, finally clearing her personal space, and she could breathe again. “This is a joke. We’re not meant to be together, Max, we’ve just got no self control. Go home.”
She stood up forcefully and eeked past him out of the living room, buying herself as much space as possible. Max’ chest was seized as he looked at the empty chair where she once was. He wanted to say the words. He had tried practicing saying it as part of his speech, on the car ride here but tried not to overthink it when he couldn’t get them out. But now he was wishing he had pushed himself because now he couldn’t make his mouth work. He couldn’t even make his feet work. He heard her hand rattling the front door and he jumped into action, shoving the ring back into his pocket.
“Riley, please...” Was all he managed as he headed around the corner, into the hall to the front door, where he saw her waiting expectantly with the front door held open.
“No, I said five minutes and you got way more than that, like always. Now its time to go.” She tried to sound unwavering but her voice wasn’t cooperating. Max slowed, halfway down the hallway, brow furrowed heavily as his tongue traced over his lip.
“Ya know, when I was growing up, my dad took me out to get my first shave.” He leaned back on his heels and Riley rolled her eyes with a huff, not budging from her spot by the door. “And he sat me down and told me ‘Kid, there are two things you gotta know about love: the first is how to know you’re in it.” Max scrubbed a hand over his mouth. “He said, ‘That’s important, but thankfully it’s easy.” He took a breath, eyes intent on her, “It’s hard to miss because its in everything - the way your skin...buzzes when they’re around; the constant magnetic pull to be near them,’” He drifted toward her but she kept a trembling hand on the open door, “’The ache in your chest that tells you to follow them anywhere. Its unmistakable and it can’t be ignored.”
He was inching toward her so slowly she might not have noticed if she wasn’t so laser focused on him. Her mouth was dry and struggling to form the words to tell him to stop. She felt frozen to the spot, anchored to the door as a final lifeline.
“The second thing, he told me, which was arguably more important, was to know when the timing was right.” He swallowed hard before licking his lips.
“Max...” She warned but he disregarded it.
“Do you remember when we used to have those neighborhood-wide night time manhunt games?” He diverted her and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment with a sigh before she finally nodded. “There was a game one night, not long after that talk with my dad. Derek Flynn teamed up with the Anderson twins and was decimating all the usual hiding spots.” Riley’s body deflated a little with a whisper of a smile flitting across her lips.
“The night they broke Mr. Garvey’s antique lawn statue and he chased them down the road with a wiffle ball bat?” She bit the corner of her lip to hold back the grin that was dying to peak out.
“The very same. But before that happened, I had been chased from the reliable spot behind Ms. Allander’s pool shed and forced to flee into the woods.” He watched the understanding dawn behind her eyes before being fogged over by confusion. Her arm lowered slightly on the door without her noticing. “I found my way to the fort we had made not long after you moved in. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes later before you came barreling down into the cramped space with me. You knocked me over, not realizing I was in there, and then swung both hands around like you were gonna hit me.” Her lips twitched as she remembered the night, the memory so vividly fresh she could practically hear the buzz of the cicadas. She had just narrowly avoided being caught down by the docks and run straight there - the safest place she could think of, somewhere that was just for them. “But then you recognized it was me and you got this dreamy little smile that I could barely see in the dark, and you laughed before pulling me into this tight hug like you had never been so glad to see me in your life. Then you handed me a nerf gun.” He said with deathly serious, and she blew out a breath that wasn’t enough to conceal the smile she had. “And I knew in that second what I have never questioned since - that my dad was right.”
Riley’s hand dropped to the doorknob and she wet her lips, staring, wide-eyed back at him. Her heart was in her throat as he crept closer to her, hair raised all across her arms. His pulse was hammering away, and he swallowed as he got just outside of arms reach of her.
“I have known that I’m in love with you for half my life already, Riley.” He confessed and it felt like time screeched to a halt. The clock ticked on the wall and the kitchen sink dripped and her chest swelled out of control. A tingling started in her chest but quickly spread down her arms until her grip slipped off the doorknob. She drew in a ragged breath, her pulse racing out of control. “And I’m tired of waiting for the timing to be right.”
He took another step closer and gave the front door a nudge to push it the rest of the way closed. Riley watched him, chewing a hole through her lip, frozen, desperately fighting against the way his words were lighting her up like a Christmas tree.
“Now, i’m gonna ask you again.” He kept his palm flat against the front door and angled his body toward her, a few mere inches between them now, and that was close enough for fire to catch. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”
His eyes were glued to her, intense and desperate and uncharacteristically vulnerable. The dark bags under his eyes were particularly visible this close and she wondered if hers were as bad. It had been a sleepless few weeks for her as well. Weeks of staring at the ceiling, spinning in circles in her mind, thinking about what could have been and how they ended up here. She knew, even as angry as she had been in that moment, that she meant it. Even if she hadn’t, she would be lying if she said she didn’t love him, then and still. Those feelings were burrowed so deep in her, she wasn’t sure she would ever be free of them.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s not enough, Max.” Her voice was as devastated as she felt. She had been wanting to hear this for so long but it was too late now.
“It’s plenty.” He insisted but she was already retreating toward the wall.
“I’m moving to California.”
“Then I’ll come with you.” He didn’t miss a beat and she shuttered a sigh. Her stomach was turning, this all suddenly feeling too real. “Or better yet, just stay.” His voice turned pleading, starting to match a tenth of what he was feeling.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t.” She said as if that was ever going to be an acceptable answer to him.
“But you can. You can do anything you want.” He took a tiny step toward her. “I love you, Riley.” His eyes were glued to her, bared and genuine and maybe even a little scared. “Do you love me?” And maybe it was the look on his face, or maybe it was the lack of sleep this last month, or maybe it was the fact that his scent was clouding her head as he got close enough to touch, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie.
“Yes.” She breathed the word into the space between them, a lifetime of baggage hanging from it.
“And do you want a life with me?” He dared to move in dangerously close, mere centimeters separating them now, and the smell of her shampoo made his eyes flutter shut for just a moment. His stomach was running itself through a spin cycle as she hesitated, looking up at him with those wide, panicked doe eyes.
“I don’t even know what that looks like, Max.” She said finally, shaking her head. Their relationship was always just transient - she couldn’t picture what security with him looked like. As alluring as the life of cooking dinner together and shower concerts was, she knew that morning always came when it came to Max and that was a pain she couldn’t subject herself to anymore.
“It looks like finally coming home.” He said and her eyes were locked on him, warmth curling around in her belly, making itself comfortable. “It looks like laughing so hard we can’t breathe and dancing to show tunes on a rainy afternoon and waking up to my face between your legs. It looks like you being the center of my goddamn universe because you are.” Heat raced up her cheeks and he stepped into her, a hand brushing over the strand of hair that was dangling by her face, sending electricity pulsing through her skin, and her eyes fluttered shut. “It’s what we were so fucking close to before Lucas and Kelsey and all this stupid bullshit. And I don’t know about you, but that ‘what-if’ is the one that keeps me up at night. You’re the one that keeps me up at night.” His rough fingers gripped her chin, tipping it up, urging her to meet his eyes. “Tell me you don’t want the chance to see how it feels to give this an honest-to-God shot. To really do it right this time.” The heat of his body this close to her was intoxicating and her legs were starting to feel a little insufficient. She struggled to feel like there was breath in her lungs and the sheer number of thoughts ping-ponging across her brain was debilitating. Skin prickling head to toe, she wet her lips, blinking back at him, willing an answer to come out - any answer but the one that was begging, shaking at the gates, to come out.
Because, God, she did want that chance. She spent more nights than she would have liked, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what could have been if it weren’t for a million different things. But that was always the problem; there were a million different things that stood in the way, some his fault and some hers, but in the end, they were still in the way. Now, though, there was no one standing in their way anymore and she was running out of excuses. Her mile high wall of reasons had been whittled down to a measly few bricks and Max was kicking them over faster than she could layer them back up. And beyond that wall, there was nothing left but the fact that she was scared. Just positively terrified of ending up like her mother, bitter and heartbroken and lonely for the rest of her life. She knew plainly that Max had the potential to absolutely ruin her in a way she would never recover from, but when he looked at her the way he was looking at her right then, she kind of wanted him to.
He let his palm slide up her face, cradling her cheek, and she melted into him on instinct. Fuck, that felt good.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” He whispered, breath fanning across her face, and she shivered. “Tell me you don’t know in your bones that this is right.”
“I...” She murmured, his lips just a whisper from hers and she could practically feel the fire licking at her from here. Her breathing faltered, the hazy fog that he brought with him washing over her brain. “I...don’t want to...” But she didn’t move an inch.
“Don’t want to what?” He prodded, lingering close enough to breathe the same air; close enough that she would barely have to move to feel that familiar bliss of his lips on hers. He was taunting her.
“To want this...” She could feel the space heater that was his body thawing her from the toes up as if she’d been left outside in the dead of winter. It was impossible to resist but the longer she let herself bask in that warmth, the more likely it was she would end up burned.
“But?” He lent her the word she was clearly missing and she sighed. Shifting ever so slightly, he let his lips just ghost across hers. Her hands drifted up to his shirt, curling around the soft material, though he wasn’t sure if she was trying to stop him or pull him in closer.
“But I need it.”
She couldn’t physically stop the way she launched at him, arms looping around his shoulders as she met him in a demanding, desperate kiss. His hands latched around her hips without thought, pressing her back against the wall. Her tongue invaded his mouth, needy for the taste of him, and she nearly groaned when she got it. Max’ pants tightened at the muffled noise and he let one hand drift up, under her shirt. The motion sent lightning coursing through her veins, straight through to her core. Her fingers curled up in his hair and he groaned when she tugged at it, biting down on her lip. He thumbed over her pebbled nipple and she hissed out a breath.
“Fuck, Max...” She whined his name and he snapped to attention, hands instantly reverting back to her hips and forcing a few inches between them, despite her whimper of a protest.
“No, no, wait a minute.” He insisted in spite of the way his skin was throbbing from the loss. She had caught him off guard before and his body took over before his brain had a chance to catch up. “What are we doing here, Ry?” But she was already gone, pupils blown with a need he had stoked too much. Her lips curled into a dangerous smile.
“I’m pretty sure you know what we’re doing.” She let one hand trail from his hair, down his neck, and over his chest. Her teeth raked over her already semi-swollen lips. “It’s a game you’re really good at.” She practically purred as her knuckles grazed their way over his stomach until her thumb caught on the edge of his sweatpants. Max swore under his breath, swallowing hard, his fingers digging hard into her hips. He gave a snake-like, swaying shake of his head before snatching her hand that was trying to creep beneath his sweats, holding it firmly in place.
“No more games, beautiful. No more running, no more pretending, no more waiting for the timing to be right. Be with me. For real this time.” He held her gaze insistently. She wanted to argue, she wanted to remember any of the reasons they were bad for each other. But god, if she didn’t just want him more than any reason she could possibly conjure.
“Maaaax.” She whined, fingers wiggling beneath his grip, unable to voice much more. “We don’t need to...” It was much easier to admit she needed him to drive her through this wall than it was to open herself up to dating him. But Max took her hand, pulling it up to his face, gingerly turning it and leaving a lingering kiss on the tender skin of the inside of her wrist that she could feel long after he let her hand fall.
“No, we do, Because I’m not doing this anymore unless we’re doing it right.” He almost sounded like he might actually mean it, even though they both knew he would fold like a house of cards if she so much as batted her lashes. “I need a life with you, Riley. I need to take you out to dinner, and go see a movie so we can fool around in the back row. I need to go to watch you on set while you blow away everybody around you. I need you backstage at my shows, making every last person in the building jealous that they can’t have a love like this. I need to fall asleep next to you every night because now that I’ve remembered how it feels, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to sleep again.”
Riley’s breath caught in her throat, thighs pressed together to try to quell her desperate need for friction. Her head was clouded by his warmth and his smell and the familiarity that made her feel safe even when they both knew he was her Achilles Heel. He let his body slowly settle back against her, arms supporting his weight against the wall on either side of her until he was the only thing that existed to her. Every inch of her was screaming for something different but every single thing revolved around him.
“Be my girl, Ry. Cuz I’m already all fucking yours.”
Blowing out a shaky breath, Riley stabilized herself, her own recent lack of sleep weighing on the situation. The dull throb between her legs was secondary to the way her heartbeat was pulsing in her ears. There was no slowly wading into the pool with Max; he was asking for a dive right into the deep end. Now it was sink or swim but she was still stuck shivering at the top of the diving board.
“This imaginary life of Pancake Sundays and movie dates sounds like a dream, Max. And I’m sure it would be for a month or two - hell maybe even a year or two.” She swallowed hard, struggling to keep her head above the water. “But what happens when all those promises run out and real life kicks in, and we both end up getting hurt?”
“Then we get hurt.” Max didn’t flinch but she did. “I really don’t think that’s how this goes down, but it doesn’t matter because I’d rather burn to the ground with you after one month, than live the rest of my life without breathing the same oxygen.”
He ghosted the back of his hand across the curve of her jaw, brow furrowed as he looked right through her. Wetting his lips, he leaned ever so slowly towards her and she froze, blinking back at him, breath stalling in her lungs. He stopped just before their lips could brush and began to sink down to his knees in front of her, holding her gaze on the way down. His hands followed his path, featherlight down the curves of her waist and resting at the swell of her hips, fingers bunching in her silk pajama shorts.
“Please, Riley...” He trailed one finger down the back of her bare thigh and she shivered, resisting the way she wanted to buckle when he traced along the inside of her knee. Thick fingers unfurled down her calf until they were wrapped around her ankle. She leaned back against the wall for support as Max lifted her foot off the ground. Moving in closer to it, he spared a glance back at her before laying a slow kiss just beside her ankle bone. His eyes drifted back up to her, trying not to visibly react to the way her face had become markedly more fucked out. “Give this a shot with me.” He laid another kiss just a little higher up her calf and Riley gripped at the wall as if it offered any support. As his eyes met hers again, he watched as she bit down at her lip, his hand meandering up her calf sending electricity shooting up to her core. He set a lazy pace of kisses up her calf until he reached her knee, holding her gaze pointedly. “Tell me you don’t want to be with me.” She met his eyes, head tilting to the side as her tongue dabbed at her lips. Her mouth was dry as she practically panted, watching him as he pulled her legs apart and nestled between them. His hand shifted so he could lift her thigh to his lips, and his fingers brushed the edge of her shorts. He pressed his lips just above her knee and Riley’s hand grasped in his hair for support, her panties getting wetter by the second. “Tell me you’d rather have anyone else in the world between your legs right now.” He didn’t bother to reconnect with her gaze and she was glad because the way her eyes rolled back in her head when he nipped at the inside of her thigh would have given him a firm answer. “Tell me you don’t want me to make you come on my face right now.” His eyes reconnected with hers with a twinkle of mischief, lips not leaving her thigh. Her fingers tightened in his hair, breathing ragged and her core pulsing. She tried to rut her hips towards him but he used his other arm to pin her hips to the wall, and a whine slipped out her lips.
“Max, pleeeease.” Riley practically begged, in spite of herself, and Max smirked against her thigh. She urged his head toward her center by the hair but he resisted with a groan that vibrated against her skin. He glanced up at her.
“Tell me you’re in this with me.” He kissed higher up her thigh, hand shifting to cradle just below her ass, angling her into him. “Tell me you want to try at a life together.” He nipped at her skin just at the edge of her shorts before firmly commanding her gaze, and she squirmed against him. Her chest heaved with her breathing and she swallowed hard. She wanted the imaginary life he was offering but it didn’t feel real. But if that life felt this good, maybe it was worth taking a risk on. His tongue swiped across the skin just beneath her shorts and her knees buckled for just a second before she stabilized, yanking hard at his hair.
“Okay.” She choked out the word and his eyes flashed up to her, fingers digging harder into her skin. “Okay, fuck, I want to try.” Her fingers dug into his hair and she nodded subtly.
“Yeah?” His eyes widened, fingers creeping up to the waistband of her shorts, digging down into them. She nodded more firmly with a cautious smile before she narrowed her eyes.
“I swear to god if you hurt me…”
“You can gave me drawn and quartered in Central Park.” He cut her off, quick to let his fingers curl around her shorts, inching them off her.
“Deal.”
She rushed the word out, hands flying down to where his were trying to pry her shorts off much too slowly. Max didn’t miss her signals, yanking her shorts and panties to the floor at once, guiding one foot out and promptly around his shoulder. He laid messy, open-mouthed kisses up her thigh until he reached her mound, dripping wet from anticipation.
As much as he wanted to wait and tease her until she was shaking and begging, but the smell of her arousal was so familiar and tempting that he wasn’t sure he could refrain a second longer. With a final enamored look up at her, he wrapped both arms tight around the bottom of her thighs, yanking her core straight to his mouth. No easing in, his mouth latched around her lips, licking and sucking at her soaked folds. His head bobbed between her thighs with a symphony of vulgar noises and her head fell back against the wall with a stream of curses and whines. Her hand wound through his hair, pushing him into her harder, her hips jerking against his face as she struggled to stay upright. Max hummed against her clit and her knees buckled.
“Fuck, Max, fuck pleeeeeease!” She couldn’t control the words flying out of her mouth. He reached down, forcing her to try to stabilize herself, brushing the pad of his thumb over her clit. Strumming over her, he let his tongue move in broad strokes across her pussy, his erection quickly beginning to press into his sweats.
“God you taste so fuckin’ good.” He growled the praises into her skin and her legs shook. His fingers slipped down, easing inside her, one then another, and her walls clamped around them. She whimpered when he sucked her clit between his lips. Not relenting in his pressure, he worked his fingers in and out until her body was twitching.
His fingers hooked right up into that spot that he knew made her brain melt. Stroking over the spongy spot, he sucked at her clit, and she shrieked, legs giving out before she could catch herself. But Max didn’t miss a beat, fingers pulling out of her just in time to catch her leg, shifting her weigh until both her legs were up on his shoulders, fully off the ground.
Tongue flitting over her sensitive bundle of nerves as he slowly rose back to his feet, driving her higher up the wall. Her body doubled forward, curling around his head, hands clenched tight in his hair for all she was worth. He lapped at her folds, alternating his speeds as she writhed against him, her cries getting louder and higher pitched.
“That’s it’s pretty girl, gonna come for me?” His words vibrated against her clit and her thighs trembled. “Gonna soak my face? Be a good girl and let me taste how good I make you feel.”
His teeth scraped over her bundle of nerves and she squealed, arching her back until her shoulders collided with the wall. One hand reached aimlessly beside her, desperately looking for purchase when she found the edge of some picture frame. Her hips chased the high she was so close to as her entire body shook.
Max’s strong arms kept a tight grip, curled around her thighs, and he dipped his tongue inside her. Her body grew taut as he fucked his tongue in and out of her. The tip of his nose circled around her clit as he worked her to the edge.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, Max! Please! Don’t….I need…I…ahh! Oh my god!” Her cries devolved to a babble, her legs scrambling behind his shoulders. Her grip of the picture frame slipped and she vaguely heard the crash of the the glass shattering on the floor nearby. It hardly registered, though, as he sucked hard on her clit and sent her toppling over a cliff. Her body peaked and her eyes rolled back, Max not letting up, his hands keeping her fully supported.
As her soul drifted back into her body, he helped her maneuver her legs down off his shoulders. Supporting her entire weight, he eased her back down the wall, his lips following a slow and lazy path up her stomach as she came down, his fingers snagging in the fabric of her shirt. As her feet finally touched the ground, his lips ghosted across her nipple as it was temporarily exposed on his way up. He didn’t linger, letting her shirt flutter back down as he took her face between both hands, pulling her into an insistent kiss that knocked the breath from her lungs.
The overgrown hair on his face was slick with her orgasm and she could taste it on his tongue when it slipped into her mouth. Her arms snaked around his neck, half to support her still jellied legs, and half because he could never be close enough anymore.
“God, I missed you so much.” he murmured against her lips, face held tight between his hands, and her eyes flashed to his, heated with desire. Her fingers strummed down the back of his neck and his eyes rolled shut for a moment. The wave of relief that was finally hitting him was intoxicating and his chest was heaving with it. Carding his fingers up through her hair, his palm settled at the back of her head. He notched his nose against hers, pressing past the warmth that grew in his stomach from the smile stretched across her face.
“I’ve missed you too.” She said in an overdue confession before pulling him back to her lips, unsure she would ever feel like she could have enough to make up for all the time they missed. His fingers curled in her hair, the other hand dropping to her hip, pulling her flush against him so she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach.
With one arm still slung around his neck, her other hand skated down his chest, then stomach, not stopping before it reached the top of his sweatpants. She reached between their bodies, palming over his dick through the thick cotton and he groaned into her mouth. Her tongue swept into his mouth, silencing him as her fingers wrapped more firmly around his length, rubbing him through his sweats. His grip on her hair tightened, trying to keep pace with her lips as she reached down and caressed his balls.
He gasped at the loss when her hand drifted back up to his stomach, warm as it crept beneath his shirt. Her thumb hooked in the bottom of the fabric, dragging it up until she finally let them break a part so she could pull it off him. Her arms were quick to return to him, one tangling in the hair at the base of his head, the other clung tight to his back. He paused, eyes raking over her hot enough to burn the city down, and her teeth grazed across her lip before they curled into a smirk.
“Well are you just going to stand there or are you going to take my shirt off and fuck me through this wall?” She challenged with a raised brow and she watched the devilish grin rise to his face. Without another second, he yanked hard on her hair, pulling her attention to him, and her belly clenched.
“Ohhh my pretty girl,” he cooed before he bucked his hips hard against hers, driving them against the wall with a delicious thud. “You want me to fuck your sweet little pussy like I own it?” Her mouth fell open, panting as he drove his hips up into her again, urging her legs apart. She nodded eagerly. “You need my cock stretching your cunt until you cry,” He drove into her harder this time, hiking her up the wall, and her legs wrapped around his waist, “fucked so stupid the only thing you can remember is my name?” His hips ground into her bare core, erection throbbing as he rocked it against her. Her head fell back with a throaty moan.
“Fuck, Max, please.” She cried as he bucked into her center.
His lips settled into the crook of her neck, laying messy open mouthed kisses across her skin. Trailing down to the neckline of her shirt, he gripped it with his teeth, using his other hand to tear straight through the front of it, and she gasped. She went to voice an objection but it died in her throat when his lips closed around her nipple. His teeth latched around the bud, pulling it back, and she yelped, arching against him, providing exactly the friction he needed so badly.
Arms wrapped tight around her, he lifted her off the wall, bouncing her against the hard as steel erection that was begging to be buried in her. He fumbled backwards towards the entry table on the opposite wall. Tongue flittering over her nipple, he spun them and managed to get her seated on the edge of the table. Rocking into her center, he moved to the other nipple, licking and sucking and pulling a string of breathy moans from her lips.
Knocking her hips further and further back onto the table, objects around her clattered into each other. Her feet urgently pushed at the top of his sweats but his hips shifted, notching at just the right spot as he ground into her. Strangling cries, she reached for any purchase she could get on the table around her. Her fingers curled around an object but her eyes fluttered shut when his teeth raked across her nipple. The table knocked against the wall in time with his hips, objects clattering to the floor after she arched unexpectedly. She let out a wracked whine, delirious with need, and he grinned into her chest.
Letting his lips trail back up her neck, he stopped to nip at her earlobe before return to her lips. He laid gentle, pain-stakingly slow kisses against her lips and she practically squirmed in his grips. Tongue trailing across her lips and exploring every inch of her mouth, he let his hips drop to a drag up and down her core. Her hips stuttered against his, desperate to up the pace but his hand shot down to pin her in place and she let out a defeated whimper.
“Aww, what’s wrong?” He pouted, his other hand tugging her hair to make her meet his gaze. “Does my impatient little slut need something?” The humiliation burned low in her gut but she was too far beyond it to even register.
“Pleeeeeease, I need your cock, Max, please.” She begged without hesitation and Max pulled her straight to him by the hair, meeting her in a hasty, gnashing kiss.
“That’s my good girl.” He growled into her mouth, releasing her hip to push his sweats down with one hand. “Gonna fucking wreck this perfect pussy, baby.” Getting his cock free, he dragged it through her folds and she whined. “Gonna claim this body so well that people that pass you in the street will know who you belong to.” His cock throbbed against her as he coated himself in her slick. She moaned when he rubbed over her clit, and he pulled her in close until their foreheads rested against each others. “Tell me you love me.”
“Hmm?” Riley’s eyes fluttered, trying to stay open through the haze. Max lined his crown up to her entrance and she blinked back at him with heavy lids.
“Tell me you love me.” He repeated, loosening his grip on her hair, hips rocking shallowly against her entrance.
“I love you, Max.” Her voice was raked over but he heard just fine. Pulling her into a crushing kiss, he jerked his hips, driving them up into her until he was fully seated. Her lips hung open, a silent cry vibrating through her body.
“I love you too, Ry.”
Pulling back, he started a relentless pace from the start. Hammering into her, he yanked her hair back, giving him access to the thin skin of her throat. His thick cock stretched her to her limit at a brutal pace, quickly winding the thread tight in her belly. When his thumb connected with her clit in rough circles, her hands grappled for nothing on the table, sending a lamp to the floor with a crash. She brought a hand up, clinging to his back as he drove into her harder and harder. The thread inside her stretched thinner and her nails dragged down his back, driving him rougher.
The table shook with their motions, colliding with the wall over and over, and he could feel her fluttering around him.
“That’s it, beautiful, taking this cock so nice for daddy. Gonna let me watch you come undone?” His lips were hovering just above her gaping mouth, moans flowing out in time with his thrusts as she hurtled toward her high. “Squeeze this cock, princess. Let me feel you.” He shifted his angle and drove hard into her, brushing her special spot as he heard the ominous crack.
“There! Right there! Don’t stop!” Her head tipped back, legs trembling, and Max obliged, firing his hips into the same spot at a brutal pace.
She felt the vibration from the snap of the table leg before she heard it, one last thrust from Max destabilizing the balance and sending them to the floor. They both groaned amongst the carnage but she couldn’t stop writhing against him, her orgasm so close before it was snatched away.
Cursing, Max shuffled them a few feet away, just to the base of her stairs. After a sloppy, needy kiss, his fingers clutching her jaw, he flipped her so she was leaned over the bottom stair. Gripping tight at her hips, he drove into her from behind and she lurched forward. His arm snaked beneath her, holding her tight to him as he rocked in and out of her, getting even deeper than before. Working up a rhythm, his other hand gripped her hair, tugging it so her back arched.
His hips snapped against her and she pushed back, off pace and needy. Her moans filled the space and Max leaned over her back, breath tickling her ear.
“That feel good, baby?” He groaned, her walls squeezing around him at the words. Nipping at her earlobe, he set to work on leaving another mark on her neck. She moaned her agreement, nails digging into the stairs. “Who owns this pussy?” She squealed when he reached down from her stomach to pinch her clit.
“You do! Fuck! You own this pussy!” She cried out and Max throbbed inside her. His hand drifted from her hair, settling around her throat, giving a trial squeeze. She moaned and snapped her hips back into him in approval, and he squeezed a little harder.
“That’s fuckin’ right I do.” He growled next to her ear. Bottoming out over and over, he strummed across her clit, feeling himself creep closer. “Should fill you up with my cum. Fuck a baby into this perfect body so everybody fuckin’ knows I own it.” Her moans pitched, legs shaking beneath them, but he didn’t relent. “Bet you’d fuckin’ like that, huh? Daddy’s little slut just dripping with my cum.”
“Fuck, yes, Max please I’m so close, pleeeease.” Her body twitched beneath his and he moved his fingers impossibly faster.
“You gonna milk this cock, baby? Come on, come with me, beautiful.”
His pace was punishing as her screams echoed around the hall. Her head was swimming, the pressure on her throat limiting her oxygen until color started to dot her vision. Max pulsed inside her, rubbing just against that spongy spot deep inside and the thread in her belly snapped, sending her brain hurtling over the edge. Then Max released his grip on her throat with a final hard thrust, spilling inside her, and oxygen rushed to her brain in a wave that would have bowled her over if he wasn’t clung so tight.
They stayed there together, shaking over the bottom stair, gasping for breath for what felt like hours. Limbs hit their breaking point and Max reluctantly pulled out of her, thumbing over cum dripping from her entrance as he sat back on his heels. She slumped down flat onto the stairs and he pulled her up into his lap, smoothing her hair down before laying a kiss.
“God, I love you so fucking much.” He whispered into her hair. This felt like the first time in his life he actually felt satisfied. Riley nuzzled into his neck, letting her body weight rest on him. Scattering kisses anywhere he could reach, he squeezed her tight to him.
“I love you too. A lot more than I probably should.” She spoke loftily, her brain still floating somewhere above the Great Barrier Reef. He chuckled into her hair, fingers tickling at her sides and she squirmed with a laugh.
“So is that a yes on the wedding, then?” He prompted, trying not to laugh too hard at her undignified snort.
“Not a chance, baby. Try taking me to dinner first.” She scoffed but he could hear the smile in her voice.
“Okay, so dinner, then marriage, yeah?” He tickled again and she backed further into him as if it would stop his attacks. Shaking her head, she squirmed in his lap. “No? I’m getting some very mixed messages here. I’m going to just have to assume its a yes.” She attempted to argue the point but was cut off when he scooped her up and laid her over his shoulder. Squealing, she thrashed in his arms but he ignored it. “Sorry, can’t hear you. Gotta get to bed, so late. so tired. We can pick this up tomorrow, but for now i’ll jot down that its a ‘yes definitely’ on the proposal.”
He trudged up her stairs with her slung over his shoulder, smacking her butt as he rounded the corner onto the second floor. She squirmed and shouted her objections but she knew as well as he did that she was perfectly content just where she was. And bed with him suddenly sounded like the greatest idea in the history of this planet.
So when he kicked the door to her bedroom open and tossed her down onto the bed, she didn’t fight it. And when he started the long crawl across her king sized mattress, she reached forward to drag him in. Because this was everything either of them ever needed and they weren’t waiting another second for it.
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daddyhausen · 1 year
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{ summary } — your job was simple, acknowledge your tribal chief
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, oral sex { male receiving }, power imbalance, power play, asphyxiation, hair pulling, face slapping, tit slapping, pussy slapping, throat fucking, cumshots, facials, throat pie, size difference, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, squirting
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{ pairing } — fem!reader x roman reigns
{ genre } — smut
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it was a flurry of emotions after roman’s triumphant win over a now heartbroken cody rhodes. paul was spouting praises that fell on your deaf ears as you casually sauntered behind the pack of brothers known as jimmy, jay and solo, the youngest of the three remaining silent all with a brooding stare while his brothers cheered and celebrated their cousin’s big win.
“excellent job out there, my tribal chief! you were absolutely marvellous, cody did not stand a chance-“ paul’s albeit over the top praise of your tribal chief only offered an eye roll on your part. of course roman won, only your wished he had done it on his own instead of relying on the twins and solo to do his bidding. still…you were proud of him nonetheless and he was still champion of course and that’s all that mattered now.
yet roman remained stoic, barely acknowledging their presence for the time being, cody surely did put up a fight, even had you holding your breath in a mix of fear and anticipation, you’d never seen roman so desperate in a match before, and you knew that was eating away at your tribal chief.
“how should we celebrate, my tribal chief? i have a limousine parked out front, wherever you want to go it shall take you-“
“paul.” roman spoke sternly not even offering the wise man a mere glance in his direction, one that made mr. hayman’s blood run cold, his face had an unusual pallor to it, almost going grey in fear, the only word leaving his lips was a meek “yes”
“leave…” roman grumbled, placing his recently defended titles beside him onto the couch with a haphazard throw. “all of you”
you watched them all leave one by one. paul scurried out the door first, followed by the twins, jimmy first than jay. solo held back for a bit offering you a small parting glance as you held the door open for them.
“not you, y/n” roman’s voice shot up from the silence just as you were about to leave. his tone was stern and it left you, admittedly, a bit frightened. you closed the door behind you, quickly turning to face your tribal chief who had already made himself comfortable on the couch. his skin glowing under the warm lights of the locker room, still glazed over with perspiration, his hair slicked back into a haphazard bun, he sat back into the couch legs spread, his chest still heavy with laboured breaths. an inviting sight it surely was. you kept your head down to avoid his gaze, fearful of what your tribal chief’s next words.
“you seemed a bit quiet tonight.” roman simply remarked. eyeing you down curiously. “care to tell me why?”
you managed to gulp down the fear that rose in your throat, still avoiding your tribal chiefs stare.
“t-to be truthful, m-my tribal c-chief…” you began, already stuttering over your words “i was a bit worried that you would not retain tonight…”
“what do you mean by that? did you think that i wasn’t capable of beating some pathetic loser like cody?” roman’s demanded shifted slightly, he leaned forward, a single forearm upon his knee, staring you down, despite the distance in which he sat from you, it felt like his presence was looming over your figure
“no! that not what i meant at all, my tribal chief!-“ your words seemed panicked to roman’s ears which pricked up at your sudden hostility
“then what did you mean by it?” roman sneered, still feeling as if he was standing daggers through you. you stammered over your words, barely able to string a sentence together all in which made roman give up his interrogation with a scoff, resuming his original position on the couch.
“come to think of it, i don’t think i heard you acknowledge your tribal chief yet” he was right, you’d been so caught up today with all the cody drama that you had forgotten completely. you went to open your mouth to speak before roman cut you off again
“not like that, sweetheart” roman reached past the waistband of his ring gear, freeing his cock from the restraint of it. his half hard cock slapped against his stomach, tip glossy with pre-cum. your cheeks grew heated, never had you seen a more magnificent cock. roman was thick, much thicker than any you’ve encountered, his size was also impressive, an imposing nine inches at most, thick veins wrapped around his shaft.
“like this” he slowly began to stroke himself simply at the thought of ruining your throat, you gulped thickly, already feeling a tightness in your oesophagus.
“now…” be began, releasing the grip on his cock “come acknowledge me”
your movements were almost instinctual. just about to practically crawl on your hands and knees towards him if he so please before refraining for a moment. you gathered yourself, allowing yourself to collect your thoughts for a moment despite none of actual substance forming, your gaze merely fixated on roman’s size as he casually stroked the lower half of his shaft. you made slow, cautious strides towards him, his cocky gaze looming over your figure, a sliver of a smirk twitched on the corners of his lips. eventually you’d made your way between his thighs, kneeling before him as he stared down at you demeaningly.
“open your mouth for me” roman instructed, still lazily pumping his cock as you obliged. your tongue parted your lips, the appendage hanging out of your mouth, waiting for his next instruction. he shuffled his hips forward momentarily, hand still wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft, slapping the tip of his cock against the flat of your tongue a couple of times, droplets of his pre-cum mingling with your tastebuds.
his free hand snaked around the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair, tugging at the roots as he pushed your throat down around his cock. you choked at the foreign feeling, a sound that only warmed his loins further. he gave a small gutteral moan, the vibrations of your throat caused such a delicious reverb around his cock.
“shit, babygirl…” roman muttered through clenched teeth as your lips enclosed around his being shaft “who knew you could suck cock this good…”
roman’s words were breathy and almost dreamlike as he continued to use your throat, not allowing you up for air for what felt like minutes at a time. he kept his hips still, the only movement being that of your head, he’d taken it between two hands effectively using your throat as a makeshift fleshlight, not that you cared you were just happy to please your tribal chief.
“mmm…such a good little whore for me…” roman’s eyes fluttered closed in his blissful state, simply basking in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth. the tips of his fingers, as rough as they held your hair, massaged your scalp with small circles. you peered up at him, the whites of your eyes slightly bloodshot and glazed over, the assault on your throat pricked them with tears, roman payed no mind to it, too wrapped up in his own pleasure to care. his cock stretched your lips, his thickness made it feel as if they were going to tear at the corners at any moment. they way he stuffed your throat, trapping the air in your lungs while you choked and gasped around him was nothing short of exhilarating.
“look at you…your little mouth can’t even take half my cock” roman mocked with a sly grin, an equally matched chuckle fell from his parted lips. he stood up, despite being flushed with exhaustion from his match, he’d obtained a sudden burst of energy, what from he dosen’t know, maybe it was the sight of you gagging around his length that got his adrenaline pumping. his grip still tangled in your hair, knuckles turning bone white at the tightness, without warning, he pushed your head further down, his cock sinking into the back of your throat, until the tip of your nose was nestled against the base of his shaft. he would not move, no matter how much you scratched and clawed at his thighs, so desperate for air.
“you need to acknowledge me, sweetheart” you stared up at him, almost a twinge of malaise in your glare but it was quickly dismissed by him. he knew you’d fall in line soon enough. he kept you there for a moment, simply enjoying your choked gasps and sputters, the sensation reverberating around his thick cock. he noticed your eyes beggining to flatter from your fixed gaze upon him, eyelashes starting to bat softly as unconsciousness was slowly taking over. you were just on the brink of passing out when he ripped his cock from your throat
you gasped and choked, finally able to get air into your lungs after what felt like hours, roman stared down at you with a malicious grin, his cock cascading a shadow over your form, his shaft glossed over and dripping with your spit.
“you gonna acknowledge me now?” his tone was dry yet, still held onto that sly flirtatious wit.
“fuck you-“ you did not mean to curse at him like that, let alone raise your voice at him. you hand reached around your throat to try and soothe the burning sensation within it. as much as you enjoyed the wonderful assault from his cock. roman’s gaze quickly turned cold, the once cocky smirk now replaced with a scowl, he barely gave you enough time to catch your breath before he interlocked both hands him your scalp, forcing his thick cock back down your throat for more lovely abuse to continue
“so you’re taking back to me now, huh? who gave you the fucking right to do that, you little whore?” roman’s cock slipped in and out of your throat with ease, desperate to ruin it, to make you choke on his cum.
“you’re only job is to acknowledge me, to take this cock like a good little slut, do you fucking understand me!?” of course you did, roman took the hint by the lack of claw marks in his thighs, the way you’d stopped resisting, not that you were resisting in the first place. the way you’d become completely absent to yourself, being completely subservient to him
roman came down your throat without warning, his hot seed filling your cheeks with warmth. you swallowed him greedily, an apology of sorts for speaking back to him, you showed him your tongue as he pulled out, an act of compliance of some sorts, he related what he had done previously, slapping the tip of his cock against your tongue some droplets fell atop your cheeks as he beckoned you to stand. you did, and with that he offered you a rough slap to your cheek, one that send shockwaves of arousal to your core. he cupped the skin as it began to redden, his thumb smoothing over the burning flesh
“don’t you ever speak to me like that again, otherwise i won’t be so easy on you” his fingers fell to the buttons of your blouse, unbuttoning the semi-sheer material all while keeping you’re gaze. you skin burned with heart, and no that was not the lingering effects of that previous slap, roman had a way of commanding people, making them feel small and helpless under him and by god it was surely working. he had removed your blouse with such ease that you had not even realised it happened before he reached around to unclasp your bra, not before groping your clothed breasts in his large palms.
he was quick to undo the clasps, letting the lace material fall to the floor, he admired your breasts for a moment, adoring them, he repeated the process, groping them, kneading the supple flesh, your nipples hardened at the contact, his calloused palms grazing against the swollen buds. without warning he slapped them both, the sensation made a small yelp of pain to leave your lips. he only chuckled at your reaction. he made his way behind you, impatient and needy as he unzipped your tight pencil skirt, throwing it across the room into the pile of clothes that slowly started to form near the door. roman stuck a large hand into your panties, his fingertips toying with your sensitive clit, marveling at just how wet he had made you.
“you’re such a little slut, you know that, y/n…” he smirked into the crook of your neck. “listen to how fucking wet this little pussy is for me”
he did not have to do much, simply part your folds with his fingers for you to hear that wet sloshing sound of your cunt, one that you adored so much. roman pried his fingertips from your panties bringing them to your lips for you to taste only for him to bypass your lips completely, bringing them to his own. he relished in your sweetness, a drawn out moan ripped through his throat as he licked his fingers clean.
“i might just have to devour you, babygirl” his words gave you a sliver of hope, a gasp help in your throat for a moment.
“but tonight is not about you. it’s about me” roman ripped your panties clean off, leaving your dripping cunt exposed to the elements roma have a harsh slap to your dripping cunt, one that made you wince in excitement. he grabbed your wrist, dragging you over to the couch once more. he took his seated position again, pulling you atop his lap, lining up his thick cock with you entrance. he gave you no time to adjust to your surroundings before he stuffed you full of him
“roman…” you whined, head thrown back in pleasure simply by being stretched out by him. he cocked an eyebrow accusingly at the use of his name.
“my tribal chief…” you corrected yourself quickly. noticing a satisfied smirk form across his lips. “y-you’re so big”
“i know” roman chuckled, beginning to move with slow, deep thrusts to set the pace. he kept his gaze on your breasts, loving the way they voiced and jiggled every time he fucked up into you, a singe hand place on your hip to guide your movements, the way you swirled and bucked against him, so needy and feverish to get him off.
“you look so fucking tiny on my cock” roman mocked, comparing your radical size difference. he took a mental note of the way his cock outlined in your stomach, each thrust made it bulge against your skin. your cunt was trembling around his size, taking each inch deeper and deeper until you were stuffed to the brim. as much as you did not want to admit, you enjoyed the way roman used you like this, his personal fuck toy. it beats doing his paperwork for sure.
your hips seemed to bounce absentmindedly, your mind too fixated in achieving orgasm that you completely forgot you have not acknowledged him yet. your body hummed with pleasure so close to the edge that you did not care if he didn’t cum, you just needed to.
“i acknowledge you, my tribal chief” you whimpered through small, breathless moans. he’d caught ear of your words, simply smirking to himself. he pulled your hips down with both hands, holding you down on his cock as he practically rearranged your insides. roman’s chest heaved with arousal, the force of his thrusts bucked you into his chest, your breasts pushed up against his solid frame. his large palms fell to your ass, gripping the pillowy flesh as he slammed into you with such delicious force. roman’s dementor shifted quite rapidly from before. at first he was insulting, demeaning, now he was attentive, respectful almost
“you gonna cum for me, babygirl” his words were soft against your skin, lips pressed into the crook of your neck. you meekly hummed in response, feeling the tightness of your stomach increase. he rested back into the couch, adoring the way your ass bounced back against his cock. he pried your face up for him to look at. he admired your beauty, they way you mouth hung open with breathless pants, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, completely fucked out
you came around him, the proverbial flood gates opening. nails clinging to his biceps, digging into the flesh as your slammed your hips down against his. he was quick to follow, pressing your hips against his, holding your waist tight as he emptied rope after rope of his cum deep inside you. his lips inches from yours, teasing you with faux kisses before planting open mouthed ones to the side and column of your throat.
“fuck-“ he groaned against your skin, still holding you still. his pupils were blown with a mix of adoration and lust. he peered down at you for a moment, noticing the redness still evident on your cheek, he cupped it again, your skin feeling so delicate in his palm.
“i’m sorry if i hurt you, babygirl…” he hummed softly against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the burning skin. you did not expect such a sensitive and compassion side from roman
“why don’t i take you back to the hotel? eat you out for doing such a good job huh?, how does that sound?”
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aalyssah · 1 year
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Pairing: Jey Uso x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,290
Summary: You want answer from Jey after the Royal Rumble, so that's exactly what you get.
A/N: I didn't know where I was going with this, so that's why it's so long. Sorry!! Hope You Enjoy!
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The locker room was silent as everyone thought about what happened last week.
The Royal Rumble was supposed to be something to test Sami to see if he was trustworthy. Obviously, it didn't work out that way and what shocked you was when Jey left.
It was all like 2020 again with Roman vs Jey. With you being his girlfriend, it hurt you dearly too and it made it worse when he didn't contact you. He didn't call you, text you, FaceTime you, or even come home. You were worried deeply, but you knew he needed time.
Jey grew onto Sami and looked at him as a bestfriend till the point where Jimmy was getting jealous because of they're bond,so it's no surprise he left.
Roman rubbed at his beard, sighing loudly. "Could you tell him that he left us like that? I mean I thought we were the BLOODline. We were supposed to stick together." Solo nodded his head at Roman's statement, while Jimmy held his head in his hands.
Although Jimmy missed his brother they were supposed to have a tag match. "I'm gonna ask you guys again. Do you know where Jey is?" You bit your lip, hoping that one of the other brothers would say something. "I don't know, he hasn't contacted any of us."
Your leg bounced up and down, feeling defeated when they said that. Roman was too focused on the brothers that he realized that you probably had something. "You." Your eyes shot up fast, making eye contact with Roman, slightly scared. "I know you know. Where is he?"
You opened and closed your mouth, trying to find words, but nothing came out. "I-I don't know." For some reason, Roman wasn't believing it at all. You were his girlfriend for god's sake. You had to know! "Don't lie to the Tribal Chief! Tell me where he is!"
You flinched at his yelling, feeling even more scared. "I told you, I don't know! He hasn't texted me, let alone come home to me! I'm hurt too y'know!" Tears fell from your eyes made Roman soften up as he saw how bad Jey was hurting you.
You got up, rushing out the locker room, ignoring the yells of your name from Roman. You ran to the bathroom, splashing water on your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror seeing how bad you looked. You needed Jey. You need him to be here for you, but he can't do that if he's gone.
You were gonna make it your mission to get answers out of him. You began your search, knowing he had to be here. You walked from locker room to locker room, asking people, but it was all the same answer.
You stopped by Sami's locker room, taking a deep breath. Even though you weren't the one who attacked him, you tried to stop them, so maybe he would help you.
You gave 3 knocks, waiting for someone to open the door. The door swung open and Sami answered. "Hey Kevin, me and Jey-" Sami stopped talking when he looked at who it was. Your eyes grew wide at the hearing of Jey's name. "J-Jey? Is he in there?" You could see how nervous Sami got, attempting to close the door.
You placed your foot in the middle so he couldn't close it. "W-wait Sami! Just tell me where he is!" Sami shook his head, slamming the door harshly. You whimper at the pain in your foot, knocking on the door.
"Sami please. Please let me talk to him, let me see him, please!" Sami held his breath knowing he just sold the bag. "Sami come on. I wasn't the one who attacked you, hell, I didn't even know they were going too." Part of Sami wanted to open the door, but the other part didn't.
You let out a sob in defeat, about to give up and just walk away, but then the door opened. You got up, expecting Sami, but instead it was Jey. Your eyes bugged out your head after seeing him for so long. "B-baby." You tried touching him, but he turned his head away.
You wiped the tears from your eyes, smiling a little. "Can we talk?" Jey didn't say anything, but he did close the door and walked down the hall. You followed him like a puppy, walking outside.
The silence between the two of you was somewhat awkward. "Jey, where have you been? Roman's tried calling you, Jimmy, Solo, and even me and you still don't answer? What's that about?" Jey just stood there looking at you, not knowing what to say.
Some anger grew in you as he just stood there, silent. "Jey, talk to me." He didn't even move a muscle. He didn't know what to say or even explain how he was feeling. "Look, I don't know how you're feeling, but talk to me. Please."
Jey sighed, feeling bad for how sad you looked. "Why? Why would Roman do this? After everything we've all done to get to the point where we were, he just, fucked it up." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, remembering Sami was the one who turned on us.
"Jey what do you mean? Sami hit Roman with the chair. You were the one who left." Jey picked at his beard, indicating he was nervous about something. "Jey, tell me." You gave him the look, knowing he couldn't resist lying. "I-I can't."
You switched your tone to something softer. "Baby, you can tell me." He thought about it for a moment, but he was basically out of the Bloodline. He walked out on them, so who cares if you know. "Roman, Jimmy, and Solo planned to attack him. They said the moment his back is turned and he's about to hit Kevin, we beat him."
Your mouth was agape listening to the truth. "But why? I thought we loved Sami." Jey only let out a sarcastic laugh. "Well obviously not. In their words they were, 'Dropping the dead weight." He put quotation marks around the last part. "Sami isn't dead weight. He's more than that!" Jey nodded his head, agreeing with you.
Now that you got Sami out the way, there was only one question you had. "What about you Jey? Why'd you leave?" That was the thing. He couldn't answer why he left. He was silent for way too long making you nervous.
"I'm sorry, I just felt like you wouldn't want to be associated with me after the attack. I saw how hurt you were, I saw how bad you wanted to yell stop and make everything go away, but you couldn't." Your face softens at his confession.
He felt like you wouldn't want to be with him when his cousin and brother attacked someone. "Jey." You pulled him into a hug, feeling him relax in your hold. “I love you. I’ve been with you since literal day one, so what makes you think I’m gonna leave you for something you didn’t do?”
Jey shrugged his shoulders, not knowing why he was thinking of it. “Who’s side are you picking, Y/n. I won’t be mad.” Your heart broke and you have to pick sides. The moment they attacked Sami and Jey left you knew this would happen, but not so soon.
You took a deep breath, looking around to make sure no one was around. “I’m with you, Jey. I’m gonna stand by you and Sami.” Jey couldn’t contain the happiness he felt when hearing you say you were going to be with him.
You both just stood there hugging each other in a comfortable silence.
You're happy you got answers.
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claymorexpunisher · 1 month
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No One Does it Better (18+ Fic)
(This was a request from @thesamoanqueen I really hope you enjoy it and I hope you don't mind that I added some things along the way. I couldn't help myself. 🤭)
Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag everything appropriately, so please use your own discretion when clicking on my work... Anyways, thank you for the love as always. And as always, if you happen to see this, do let me know when/if you'd like to be removed or added onto my taglist. Enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂
Pairing(s): Roman Reigns/Fem. Reader
Summary: Reader is locked up in a chastity belt and Roman is a menace. Idk what else I can say, really.
Tag(s): 18+, orgasm denial, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, sub/dom dynamic, vaginal fingering, edging, bratting (if you blink), chastity, dirty talk, possessive!Roman.
Word Count: 901
The soft clinking of the matching keys to the chastity belt against the metal contraption sounded louder to my ears.
Plush lips laid soft butterfly kisses along my quivering thighs, getting firmer and more persistent and moving closer toward the metal seam of the device.
The tip of Roman's tongue poked out, trailing the insides of my thighs.
I caught the smirk on his lips as my thighs twitched and my body followed suit.
"You want me to unlock you?" Roman asked.
His brown eyes were twinkling, now lit up like a Christmas tree as I of course nodded eagerly.
It been a week of this.
A week of my pussy being locked away for hours on end, until Roman decided that that torture alone wasn't enough.
He'd run his tongue along my thighs, leaving little hungry nibbles behind every so often, watching my face intently and drinking in the pathetic and breathy sounds I'd make...
He answered my silently eager request with silence of his own, but my heart and breath sped up as he took the belt's key in his grip after dangling it by its chain, and softly trailing it over my skin, causing me to shiver with goosebumps.
Roman took the key firmly in his grip and he slid it into the keyhole on the contraption, on the left side of my hip, and he chuckled softly as I exhaled just as a soft click sounded as he finally twisted the key.
But his torment on me and my body clearly wasn't over.
Though I was finally freed, and his mouth was now on my pussy, it wasn't enough.
"Joe..." I whined pitifully as Roman's mouth barely grazed over my pussy and he gave my clit some feather light kisses, his mouth only pressingly firmly when it traveled back onto my inner thighs and over my abdomen.
I was shaking like a leaf with unleashed desire at this point, that desire apparent from the way his lips came into view, glistening despite them barely landing how I wanted them to.
"What? All you said was to unlock you, baby. I ain't a mind reader..."
Roman had the nerve and the audacity to look up at me from between parted thighs, his hands as grazing as gently as his lips and a devilish smirk playing on said lips that didn't match his innocent tone and response.
His tongue began to softly lap at my clit.
Round and round.
Back and forth.
Toying and barely touching, yet still wracking my body with electricty-like strokes that made me twitch and whine and clench the sheets with every motion.
So naturally, I decided to respond to his smart mouth with mine.
"What's the matter? You forget how to eat p-"I gasped, my hips nearly flying up off the bed as Roman's mouth began to work my pussy with more intention.
Lewd slurping sounds hit my ears and made me buck my hips in time with Roman's mouth.
Just those light strokes from early on had my abdomen tensing and my thighs clenching and unclenching.
Trembling as slowly but surely, an orgasm threatened to crash through me and render me utterly useless.
And now, as Roman reasserted his dominance upon me, letting me know that he knew exactly what I wanted- what I needed- and that he was more than capable of giving it to me, I found myself teetering further and further towards the edge, right at the precipise of what would surely be a earth-shattering release.
But of course, Roman couldn't have that just yet.
"Does it feel like I forgot, baby?" Roman asked, licking away my juices from his plush lips as if he were eating away at a 10-course meal.
"Nooo...." I answered exasperatedly, both in response to his question and to his mouth halting its pleasurable assault on my body.
"No?" He mocked, letting the pad of his middle finger graze my pussy lips and along my glistening opening as I nodded eagerly once again.
"No what? No one takes care o' this pussy like I do?" Roman asked, his words accompanied by two of his fingers slowly sliding into my wet heat and curling against my sweet spot had my eyes rolling back and the muscles in my neck tensing as my mouth opened in a silent moan, before my brain could remind my mouth how to properly form words again and I met my man's eyes once more.
I let out a little gasp at the unbriddled hunger in Roman's eyes as his fingers slowly curled and uncurled before his movements began to speed up ever so slowly.
I began to salivate, watching Roman's biceps flex with every confident movement he made.
"Answer me or you don't cum." He growled and that made my mouth cooperate.
"No one! No one takes care o' me- of this pussy like you do, Joe!" I whimpered, cursing loudly as my legs became tingly and numb, stars burst in front of my eyes, and my core tightened.
"That's what I love to hear, babygirl." Roman purred, licking his lips and pecking mine before his lips joined his fingers between my thighs, tasting once again from my juices until they coated his hand, his tongue, and his beard, his chuckle reverberating through my body as if we were one and his tongue licked until my body sagged into the sheets...
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itjazzbicch · 2 years
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The Animal I Become
Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader
Summary: Being the eldest daughter of Rey Mysterio, it surprises most that she’s nothing like her family. After her father and family ban her from wrestling due to her violence, she is officially the black sheep, but breaks that rule, coming back to help during an attack from the Judgement Day, only to be scolded by her father for the madness she started, then running into someone who knows her like no one else…
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)
Word Count: 3.3k
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Sometimes it seemed like everyone forgot that I exited and sometimes, that wasn’t a bad thing.
Being born when my dad was young, I was the oldest child of Rey Mysterio, wanted to be a wrestler just like my dad, but when I learned how to wrestle, even made it to the performance center, my style of wrestling was much different.
Being told I was too violent, overpowering, ‘couldn’t see what wrestling really was’, my dad made me stop wrestling and allowed Dominik to be the one who wrestled.
It caused great issues in our family, made me the black sheep on top of the drastic differences that I already had compared to them, but there was still love in my heart for them.
I always paid close attention to the shows, especially after Judgement Day crashed my dads anniversary party that I didn’t even get to come to, or it would’ve been a different story.
Rhea not only put her hands on Dominik, but Aaliyah, all of them constantly attacking my dad and it made my blood boil.
Judgement Day may have won the match tonight, distracting my dad by Rhea taking Dominik’s beat up out to the stage, not even able to imagine what she did to him, but after Finn’s victory?
My dad told me to stay away from wrestling and not to do anything crazy, but there was no way that I could stay at home and watch this every week and he surely knew that I was crazy.
The crowd was roaring, Finn and Damian coming up the rampway, freezing at the sight of me standing behind Rhea who was still standing over my younger brother.
Rhea could read everyone’s reactions, looking at what Finn and Damian were staring at, turning slowly to find me.
“Y/N Mysterio! Isn’t this lovely?” Rhea was always laughing at someone clearly underestimating me, both of us looking to Damian who yelled out:
“Y/N?!”
It was good to know someone knew that something bad was about to happen, considering both my dad and Dominik were completely out of it.
When I began wrestling at the performance center to try and join NXT, Damian helped train me. He knew me well, we had a past, and he knew much like my family, the madness that I was capable of producing.
He wasn’t stopping me, having Rhea face me again when I smiled:
“You all must’ve forgotten that I exist. I’m here to do what they won’t do, and that’s beat your ass!”
My fists started flying and Rhea was strong, but so was I. Punches and kicks being thrown, leading up the stage, till I took her by the hair, shutting her down and swinging her into the megatron frame.
Starting to ground and pound, gouging at her eyes, I could feel the pent up emotion of a lot of things coming out, going numb and my instincts were ultra high, back elbowing Finn in the face as he was the first to try and break up the fight.
That gave Rhea a slight advantage considering I had to stand up, but I didn’t forget about her, still swinging and we both had handfuls of hair.
“Alright, that’s enough!”
There was Damian again, growing more frustrated when I heard my dads voice too:
“Y/N, stop this right now!”
Security flooded the stage, my dad and a stirring Dominik trying to pull me back and Damian and Finn were pulling Rhea away.
I missed the feeling of adrenaline rushing this quickly, increasing at the sight of blood on Rhea’s lip thanks to me, screaming at her:
“I’m not finished with you, bitch! You just wait!”
Before Rhea could speak, Damian and Finn were taking her away and they both had their eyes set on me which made me wonder.
Though, I didn’t have the time to wonder much, my dad yanking me to face him:
“You know what I told you-“
“Yeah and it’s bullshit!” I snapped at him, not dealing with this and my rage gladly controlling my yelling, “How long now have they’ve been beating up you and Dom, huh?!”
“Y/N, sis-“ Dom was still beat up, but tried to deescalate, “You didn’t have to do this. We got-“
“Who are you to talk, huh?!” I was in a rampage, shoving Dominik down and putting him in his place, “You’ve been getting your ass kicked by a girl for weeks now like some little bitch! If you two won’t end this judgement day shit, I will! Trying to be superheroes isn’t cutting it!”
I was ready to walk away, but of course my dad had to start yelling and nagging in Spanish, dragging both me and Dominik to the locker room, just to lecture me.
Arms crossed, leg shaking like hell in my chair, staring at nothing, my dad went on for what felt like forever about how ‘dangerous’ and ‘immature’ I was being for breaking his rule about me not wrestling, that I could have gotten in serious trouble.
My facial expressions obviously showed how little I cared, I know I may have went a little overboard with the yelling at them and shoving Dominik, but it was the only way they would listen ever listen to me in some form.
The fate of being the black sheep always followed me, having enough when my dad said:
“And of course, the second you get your hands on somebody, there’s blood and everything! I get it, you want to protect us, we’re familia, but-“
“But nothing!” I screamed, standing up and point at him, “We are familia and we should always protect each other! No matter what it takes! You think what I did was so bad?! I could have done SO MUCH WORSE!”
This time, he had nothing to say, especially when I had tears in my eyes, finally saying something I always wanted to say:
“You just don’t want me to wrestle because I’m better thank Dominik and he’s the son. He can ‘carry down the bloodline’, you want to give him your mask. Let’s just face it. You never said it, but I know that no matter what I do, I’m different than all of you, and I’ll just never be good enough for any of you.”
They both tried to come and hug me but I wasn’t having it, brushing both of them with my shoulders, heading out the door and slamming it so hard it echoed for seconds.
I should’ve known it would’ve ended up like this and after fighting Rhea like how I did, there was no way I could just disappear again.
Having one side of me say I needed to be there for my family and the other having all of this anger towards them was tearing me apart.
Not knowing what to do, I told myself I’d put it off for another day, checking my pockets to make sure I didn’t lose anything, heading towards the back exit till I heard:
“¿Te vas tan pronto, mamí?” [Leaving so soon, mamí?]
“Don’t you dare call me that anymore,” I growled, looking to see Damian leaned against the pillar next to the door, a smile on his face.
“Why? It used to put such a pretty smile on your face,” Damian stood up straight, trying to work his charm that did take me at one point in time, “Especially when I talk to you in spanish.”
“Look, if you’re here to try and distract me so Rhea can come get her revenge, just do it already because I would love to bust her face again,” I was staring a whole through him, but he just shook his head, saying under his breath:
“Ay,, Todavía estás tan loca.”
[Ay, you’re still so crazy.]
“Muy loca loca,” I owned that proudly and stayed on guard. [Very crazy, crazy.]
Something was different here. Damian was being himself rather than his demeanor while he was with Finn and Rhea, standing up to come to me with a smile:
“Y eso está bien. Me gusta la locura.” [And that’s okay. I like crazy.]
“You better tell me what you want, Damian,” I was fed up and I didn’t want to threaten him, it hurt that he was one of the people attacking my family after everything we been through, but I still threatened, “Or you can experience the craziness that Rhea just went through.”
“Oh no, mamí,” His smile grew so devilish, leaning down to look into my eyes, “I’m here to help you.”
“Help me?” I had to laugh at that, breathing in, “It’s far too late for that! Wait no, let me think again, you want me to join Judgement Day?”
“What can I say? You’re perfect for us,” It was nice that he got straight to the point, but I wasn’t convinced in the slightest, growing more of an attitude:
“You better realize that I’m not like the rest of my family-“
Before I could continue, he laughed at me, throwing his hands with a smile:
“And that is exactly why, Y/N.”
I was so used to hearing lectures about how I needed to be more like my family and his words made me pausing, Damian taking that time to continue:
“You have always been different than them and instead of embracing that, you let them shut you down. I bet all of the money in my wallet that you just slammed that door and stomped off because your dad yelled at you for showing up and starting another fight just now.”
Clicking my tongue, I looked away and he chuckled, knowing he was right:
“Exactly what I thought. Now tell me, what kind of family yells at you for trying to protect them and won’t even let you accomplish your dreams?“
Glaring back at him, there were tears in my eyes. His truth harsh and thinking back to the day I thought I was getting a contract and the complete opposite happened? It was like I was stabbed in the heart.
“Hell, if you started wrestling with me like we planned on it way back in NXT? You would’ve won multiple championships by now. You’d be a fucking star!”
Damian had to keep adding to it, making me snap at him before I began to cry:
“Even if that’s true, it’s too late to fantasize about what may have happened! This is now! So, tell me, indulge me, how would joining Judgement Day benefit me, Hm?”
“That’s so simple,” He smiled, wiping away the tear that I didn’t notice running down my cheek, “You get to accomplish your dreams. You get to be a wrestler. You get to be at the peak of it! You know that we’re no push overs and it’s time that you get your ass in that ring and this time? No one will ever push you back ever again.”
My dream of being a wrestler always put happiness in my heart that no one or nothing could compare to. That fight was the first time I ever even heard a crowd and they were cheering for me.
That crowd loved the wild fire that I brought out there and thinking about it, how I wanted it again made me feel like I was hooked on a drug already.
“You think that’s a good idea? Really?” I wasn’t letting him persuade me this easily, pointing out one big issue, “Because I already know that Rhea is not gonna like that.”
“Rhea will understand once she’s cooled off,” He assured, “She’s an older sibling herself so, I’m sure she understands where you were coming from.”
“Yeah right,” My eyes rolled, falling back on Damian as his voice got even deeper than it already was, a blank expression and fed up like me:
“When are you finally going to do what’s best for you? Do you want to be a wrestler and make a name for yourself or forever be the black listed Mysterio?”
That hit me so hard that I could hear my heart beat echoing in my head, tears coming back and making me hate how easily my emotions took over me.
It was hard because he was right. I wanted to be a wrestler, wanted to live my life my way and not in my family’s shadow.
“You’re positive there won’t be any issues between me and Rhea?”
His eyes lit up like never before when he heard my question, creating a laugh for the both of us:
“I think so, but if she tries anything, you can just kick her ass again.”
I shook my head and laughed, silencing and feeling a sly smile come back to my face when he put his arm around my shoulder, rolling off his tongue:
“Y podemos divertirnos como antes.” [And we can have fun like we used to.]
I knew exactly what he meant by that, knowing how his Spanish made me feeling some kind of way, but mine did the same to him:
“¿Divertido? ¿Quieres recordarlo?” [Fun? Care to recall?]
“Rey no es tu único Papí, ¿recuerdas?” [Rey isn’t your only papí. Remember?]
My body always acted before I could think thoroughly, yanking him by his necklace and growling softly:
“Watch that tongue before I remind you who your mamí is.”
“Aww, Papí’s still good at turning you on,” He chuckled slightly, arm falling around my hip, pulling my body into his, lips just inches away when he whispered, “You still like pulling me by my necklace.”
Some habits never really change, there was no dodging that one, there was no going back right now, and so, I looked deeply into those brown eyes, whispering back:
“I’m still pretty pissed off about everything tonight. So if you keep that up? I’m just gonna take it out on you.”
“That’s what you always think, but you always end up a mess and screaming my name,” Laughing one last time, he licked his lower lip, hand sliding down to squeeze my ass, kissing, “But don’t worry. I’ll get rid of that anger quickly.”
One touch of his lips let off some steam, increasing with more, how he used a his tongue a little, hand squeezing and rubbing my ass, but there was still a whole lot of steam inside of me.
It had me shaking slightly when I parted my lips for a moment, looking around to make sure no one else was in the small hall that we were in.
“I think it’s going to take more than a kiss to calm me down. If we get out of here,” I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers tapping up his shoulder and the soft spot on his neck that I remembered, the tone of my voice being that magic trick, “You just might even hear me screaming Papí, again.”
“Might?” He was biting his lip, throwing me up to hold me, also checking our surroundings before heading off into the darkness, “You will be.”
Taking risks was always a thrill for me, in some random locker room with dim lights, devilish giggles in my kiss, body being taken over by adrenaline again while stripping, Damian barley out of his pants when I jumped into his arm, kissing with a bite:
“Déjame ver tu lado loco, papí.” [Let me see your crazy side, papí.]
“Oh, lo verás.”
[Oh, you’ll see it.]
There was a certain tone he would have in his voice whenever I was really in for it, being tossed around and chest first into the wall next to us.
Remembering old previous times, my body naturally shifted into place, perking my ass up at him, looking back to smile:
“You better remember-“
“What? How you like it rough?” Spanking my ass so hard I squeal, hand pulling my head back by the hair so his cock would slam right into me? It all showed that he never forgot.
“Encanta así, papí!” [Love it like that, papi.]
I forgot how he made it hard for me to breathe so easily, another thrust having me stick to the wall, slow and timed at first, but his hips smacked against my ass hard, having to adjust to his girth and length again.
All of the moisture didn’t pose an issue after those slow thrusts, feeling his fingertips at my scalp, finding its position with his speed increasing, moans meeting the wall with my mouth opening and growing louder.
“And you still moan it just as beautiful,” That evil laugh of his only turned me on more, tilting my head back a little to him, panting but still getting out:
“And your dick is still so good, Damian.”
“You know that no one will ever beat this ass like I do,” He always liked watching how I reacted to his spanks, another loud crack making my knees almost give way, a slight drool at the side of my mouth when I squealed again.
“Never!” Despite the handful he had of my hair, I was strong enough to push my face into the wall, about biting my lip off and whining at the strong pressure coming so quickly along my walls and into my stomach.
“What’s a matter, mamí?” He knew I was close, beating my strength and pulling my head back to him, except this time he let go, arm wrapping around my neck, finger swirling at my clit and his thrusts not daring to change, “I know it’s been a while, you burnt out already?”
“No juegues conmigo, Damian.��� [Don’t play with me, Damian.]
I always grew so serious when so close to an orgasm like this, not having something like this in ages and was desperate for it.
The shift of his body let me know that I was about to get what I was longing for. Feeling his bicep choking me some, proving his strength and holding me up off the ground, fingers right back on my cut and rubbing rapidly, having me bouncing on his cock to meet the wicked thrusts he was throwing up at me:
“What? Want me to play with this instead?”
I don’t know how, but it felt like he was rubbing my clit even faster, crying at how my nerves were shocking me, legs shaking up in the air, a sting in my eyes when I closed them tight, begging out:
“Please, papí! Please!”
I wasn’t sure if it was tears or sweat running down my face, but the shocking burn my nerves were going through made me clench so tight, aching from how I was taking him, but never feeling so good when my vision went white, no air in my lungs and even hearing the slick that drowned his cock.
“Fuck is it good to feel that again,” Whispering a kiss into my ear made him think that I’d shoot my own remark, but I was literally so out of it.
Easing me back to the wall, he kept me in a hug this time, rubbing my stomach and sides:
“You good there, mamí?”
“You always rocked my world,” I giggled softly, my head limp and resting against the wall as I breathed in, “Rocked my everything.”
“Aww, come on,” He laughed, keeping me in that hug and kissing, “Mean to tell me you fight like an animal but can’t handle some rough strokes?”
“That wasn’t some, that was a lot,” I made him laugh this time, on purpose, loving how he grew silent, the smirk on his face when I flashed my own evil smile at him, “And wait till you see the animal I become when I officially join.”
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seeingstarks · 6 months
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summary : rhea finds herself in the midst of the tribal chief himself, roman. what will happen? pairing : rhea ripley × roman reigns cw : cursing, kissing, innuendos, blowjob, hair pulling, nicknames, sub/dom dynamic a/n : just something small i came up with after watching rhea's promo and as much as i wanna see them feud i can't help but imagine how unstoppable they would be together and how much they'd bicker. x) reblogs are very much appreciated! word count : 716 words tag list : @harmshake
"acknowledge me." the aussie's voice echoed throughout the hallway, a familiar phrase only voiced by the tribal chief himself, few having dared to defy him and failed.
rhea wasn't one to back down from a fight, staring down every single member of the bloodline and spearing them in the process. paul heyman being the only person in her way before her true target, roman reigns.
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phone in hand, he dialed up the samoan's number as rhea shook her head with a tsk falling from her dark lips, "i'll do it myself. don't even know why roman keeps you around anyways. you're a useless manager." she yanked the phone from his hands not even caring if she hurt him in the process, fingers pressing down harshly on the keys.
"i'm gonna' bloody kill him! he doesn't mess with dom dom or anyone else for that matter-" rhea was fuming, pacing around the bloodline's locker room which jd had taken over earlier that night, dom was supposed to have matching attire but somehow roman convinced heyman to do his dirty work.
"you wouldn't dare to lay a single hand on heyman, doll. not when i can have those sharp nails wrapped around my neck or proving to the world that mami isn't always on top."
rhea clearly couldn't see roman on the other side of the phone but with how he spoke was with a smirk, smug in tone.
she decided to play along with his so called game, having nothing better to do for the night and get payback for earlier. little did rhea know he was on a jet to see her right now.
"in your nightmares, ro ro. on top no matter the circumstance, bet you're wantin' people to acknowledge you in order to compensate for somethin' else, hm?" rhea had venom in her tone, taunting the samoan with each word however she became more comfortable, laying back against the sofa as she chatted it up more with him, paul making his own quiet leave.
"wouldn't you like to know, sweetheart? good thing you won't have to wait long-" the handle turned and a tall, dark-toned, raven-haired man opened up the door.
rhea jumped up from the sofa, staring daggers into his brown hues. being a few inches shorter than roman the aussie hoped to still intimidate him but roman flashed that shit-eating grin he always did.
instead of it making her stomach turn like usual, it did something else... made rhea press her legs together which roman was quick to take notice.
"look at mami now.. not so immune to me when the tribal chief is infront of her - be a good girl and let daddy take care of you.."
rhea cackled at the man, laughing so hard to the point her ribs hurt and had to catch her breath, "you, my daddy? i'm a grown ass woman, ro. don't need your pencil dick." she scrunched her nose trying to ignore the growing wetness between her legs.
rhea gnawed upon her lower lip, causing some of the black lipstick to smear as she kept eye contact with roman, a few moments passing before they finally pulled one another into a heated kiss battling each other for dominance.
they eventually reached a wall, in which rhea had roman pinned up against it, he could easily reverse her but relished in the fact of being submissive for the woman.
rhea lowered herself as she tugged on his gym shorts and boxers, his exposed length springing free as drool threatened to escape her dark lips, "tell anyone about this and i'll actually kill you."
her lips parted making an "o" shape as her tongue teased the tip of his cock circling it before making way on more of his length, taking it in as roman leaned his head back letting out groans of pleasure.
"that's it, mami." he hummed and reached down to tug at her raven hair before rhea took him deeper, roman starting to thrust his hips against her throat.
"do you acknowledge me now?" he asked with a smirk.
"i acknowledge youmff-" her words were muffled due to having her mouth wrapped around roman's cock, but she was sure he got the point and him calling her mami was icing on the literal cake.
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