Prompt: “I love your Elias stuff!! I don’t ever see much written about him. Could you write about how he has feelings for a female superstar on the roster but acts like a jerk to hide it away? One cute encounter leads to a sexy night. BTW you’re so talented!!” [Thanks, hun!]
Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: bad flirting (don’t do this), some language, SMUT
Word Count: 1810
Note: WWE Week continues with this crack-turned-smutty fic. Thank you for this request. I was looking for help with bad flirting stories and found a tip list that made my day and really made this fic. I hope you all like it. If you do please let me know, and if you have ideas of your own my requests are still open. Same goes for my tag lists. (WWE, 205 Live, individual wrestlers as listed on the masterlist, and other fandoms.) Enjoy!
It was weird, even for him. Elias had never been super talkative, though he didn’t shirk from your company either. Now he couldn’t seem to decide which one he wanted to flip on its head first. Some days he would stumble and say anything in his head to you. On others, he would leave the room when you entered. It was starting to make your head spin.
Then things got weirder. On the days he didn’t disappear, he would stare at you intently. He’d catch your eye then never let his gaze drop. His face would remain just as placid as if looking at the horizon, and he blinked. You changed up how you blinked to make sure he did.
“Elias, are you okay?” you finally asked him. “You’ve been acting differently lately.”
He bobbed his head. “I could say the same thing about you.”
“Huh?” Had you been acting differently? There was that one thing… but-
“I hadn’t been able to put my finger on it for the longest time. But now I know your secret.”
Your heart stopped. How? You leaned in close to him, attempting to keep anything he said next just between the two of you. “You do?”
He hummed. “And the more I learn about you… well.” He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.
“Elias, how the… never mind.” You dropped your voice to a hoarse whisper. “If you really want to spoil it, please do it to the right people. Or if you are my friend, keep it under wraps. Please.” You shoved away from the table and left. In your haste to get away, you missed seeing him panic.
Every time you saw him after that he would wink at you. Excessively. Like he needed eye drops. When you got some for him from the medics, he threw the bottle against the wall and stomped off. He didn’t wink at you anymore. From there, he avoided looking at you at all.
You didn’t realize you’d pissed him off so much until he bumped into you. It could have been the unfortunate combination of his broad shoulders and the narrowness of the hallways. That’s what you thought. But then he weaved into your path just to bump you. And they were too frequent to be chance. It was like he was looking for you just to bump into you. He only stopped when you flattened against a wall when he came into view.
You groaned out loud when he strummed his way into one of your backstage promos. It took everything you had not to sassily ask him if he was talking to you now.
Prompt: “I love your Elias stuff!! I don’t ever see much written about him. Could you write about how he has feelings for a female superstar on the roster but acts like a jerk to hide it away? One cute encounter leads to a sexy night. BTW you’re so talented!!” [Thanks, hun!]
Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: bad flirting (don’t do this), some language, SMUT
Word Count: 1810
Note: WWE Week continues with this crack-turned-smutty fic. Thank you for this request. I was looking for help with bad flirting stories and found a tip list that made my day and really made this fic. I hope you all like it. If you do please let me know, and if you have ideas of your own my requests are still open. Same goes for my tag lists. (WWE, 205 Live, individual wrestlers as listed on the masterlist, and other fandoms.) Enjoy!
It was weird, even for him. Elias had never been super talkative, though he didn’t shirk from your company either. Now he couldn’t seem to decide which one he wanted to flip on its head first. Some days he would stumble and say anything in his head to you. On others, he would leave the room when you entered. It was starting to make your head spin.
Then things got weirder. On the days he didn’t disappear, he would stare at you intently. He’d catch your eye then never let his gaze drop. His face would remain just as placid as if looking at the horizon, and he blinked. You changed up how you blinked to make sure he did.
“Elias, are you okay?” you finally asked him. “You’ve been acting differently lately.”
He bobbed his head. “I could say the same thing about you.”
“Huh?” Had you been acting differently? There was that one thing… but-
“I hadn’t been able to put my finger on it for the longest time. But now I know your secret.”
Your heart stopped. How? You leaned in close to him, attempting to keep anything he said next just between the two of you. “You do?”
He hummed. “And the more I learn about you… well.” He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.
“Elias, how the… never mind.” You dropped your voice to a hoarse whisper. “If you really want to spoil it, please do it to the right people. Or if you are my friend, keep it under wraps. Please.” You shoved away from the table and left. In your haste to get away, you missed seeing him panic.
Every time you saw him after that he would wink at you. Excessively. Like he needed eye drops. When you got some for him from the medics, he threw the bottle against the wall and stomped off. He didn’t wink at you anymore. From there, he avoided looking at you at all.
You didn’t realize you’d pissed him off so much until he bumped into you. It could have been the unfortunate combination of his broad shoulders and the narrowness of the hallways. That’s what you thought. But then he weaved into your path just to bump you. And they were too frequent to be chance. It was like he was looking for you just to bump into you. He only stopped when you flattened against a wall when he came into view.
You groaned out loud when he strummed his way into one of your backstage promos. It took everything you had not to sassily ask him if he was talking to you now.
“You don’t have to glare at me like that, Dove. I just wanted to congratulate you on becoming number one contender.”
Dove? Since when did he call you Dove? It wasn’t… terrible. Just unexpected.
“Y/N?” He was looking at you like you hadn’t said anything back. Crap.
“Uh. Thank you. Yeah. Thanks.” Thankfully Charlie had other questions for you and Elias took his cue to leave. You were still confused as hell.
No more.
You couldn’t take any more of this. The weird changes in attention. Him holding your secret. How had he even found out about that? Did he hate you? What had you done to deserve that? But he had a name for you. Dove. If he hated you, he wouldn’t have given you a pet name, right?
“Elias, we need to talk.” Your knees were knocking together, but the guys sitting with him cleared out quick. Things were about to go down and they didn’t want to be in the crossfire.
“Oh?” He looked terrified. The placidity of several encounters ago had cracked.
“What the hell is wrong with you? First, you won’t shut up, then you shut me out. Crash into me. Threaten to reveal how I’m changing my gimmick-“
“You’re doing what?”
“I’m… I’m changing my gimmick. You- you said you knew my secret. I haven’t worked all the kinks out yet so I haven’t told anyone. How did you find out?”
He fell back in his chair. “I didn’t. I… it said to act vague.”
What? Was? He? Talking? About? “What said to act vague?” When he stuttered around, you sighed. “Elias, sweetie. I love you, but you’re not making any sense.”
“Wait. Do you-“
“Yes. I love you, you big jerk. If I was coming on too strong, I’m sorry. But you didn’t have to do all this. Whatever the hell ‘all this’ was. Why are you laughing? Elias!”
He wasn’t making any sound. But his shoulders were shaking. Every once and a while he would pause and take a deep breath.
“Dammit, Elias, if you don’t tell me what’s going on- what’s this?” You started to read the scrap of paper he shoved into your hands. “How to tell your crush… that you love them! In ten steps.”
Elias wiped the edges of his eyes and got his breathing under control. “There were supposed to be ten steps. But I spilled some tea on the paper before I could read them. Even then, they were confusing. Dolph was helping…”
“Dolph! Oh, honey…” you started laughing now too, “that was your first mistake. Dolph is the last man on earth you should be getting tips from.” Your legs gave out and you ended up in his lap as laughter wracked your body. Then you froze. “Dove?”
Elias swallowed, suddenly embarrassed. “I call you Dove because… well. Are you aware that you sing when you win a match?” He looked over your head with a smile. “When you won against Alexa… you stood and crowed at the sky. It… it was the most beautiful sound. Pride and accomplishment, and… just pure. Joy.”
Damn this man.
“You know, if you had started with that, you could have skipped all of this.” He was about to agree with you, but you shut him up with a long overdue kiss.
That night when you tumbled into the same hotel bed, you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.
“Y/N-“
“Dove. Please.” You bit your lip and avoided his gaze until he tilted your head up. “I like it.”
If the man could have smiled any wider he would have been the sun. “Okay. Dove. Do you really want to do this? I feel like we’re both… hyped up. I don’t want to move to fast for you. Do you want dates first or-“
“Elias Samson. What do you call all those times when we ate alone in catering? The chats long into the night after a show or during the week from opposite sides of the nation. We’ve had enough of those. If you want me,” you ran your hands up under his shirt over his heated skin, “I’m right here. Wanting you. Ready for you.” He helped you help his shirt over his head. Damn, the man was built. He made the same awed noise as your clothes landed on the floor too.
His lips latched onto the hollow of your throat has his large, warm hands massaged up your spine. You melted into his touch, going limp in his arms. His buckle was a hassle in your haste. Elias leaned back so he could wriggle out of his jeans. You stood and dropped the rest of your clothes before straddling his hips again and devouring his lips. He fell back to lay on the sheets and held you on his chest as he moved further up the bed. You could feel his length as it bobbed into your stomach. It made you grip his biceps tighter and pant harder. His fingers dipped to your sex and you whined.
“Mhhm,” he hummed, breaking away for a breath. “Already so wet? When did that happen?”
You chuckled and nipped at his collarbone. “The first time I saw you. Give or take a song.”
“I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”
“You are forgiven,” you rushed. “Please, Elias-“
Bucking your hips to match, you shivered as Elias’s fingers curled and pumped into you. He tugged on your nipple with his teeth. He was just getting started, and already you were a needy mess. Each time you made a new sound, Elias would keep toying with the cause. By the time he felt he had learned you enough for now, your vision was lidded and your voice was hoarse.
Elias guided you onto his cock. You dug your nails into his chest as he held you down on the base, muttering and cursing. His legs braced up behind you, making you lean forward. The first slow stroke could only be described as beautiful. He filled you so perfectly, sounded so good growling deep in his throat, gripping your thighs with control and guidance. You continued moaning as he sped up. The air filled with the slap of his body against yours. Beneath you, his eyes bored watch every shift in your face.
Then he began to use what he learned earlier. Your walls contracted as he again latched his lips around your breast. His thumb rubbed over the spot on your hip that made your matching thrusts stutter. He pulled you down to lap over the hollow of your throat, distracting you from his hand slowly approaching your clit. You shuddered as he pressed down. His thrusts were faster, harder, now. His thumb didn’t move, just alerted you to its presence.
“What do you need, Dove? No lists, no bad help. You tell me. What do you need, Y/N?”
“You. More. Elias. More.”
He understood. He pushed you to lean slightly back, ensuring his thrusts reached deeper into you. His thumb began to search for the rhythm that made your thighs tremble and unsteady. You cried out his name as he found it. He watched you come, enraptured.
“Stunning.”
You looked down just in time to see his eyes close. His pace stuttered. You picked it up, slamming down as he came with a guttural shout. His release gave you a second mini one. You clawed down his chest, then fell forward.
Heaving together, you both tried to catch your breath. You rose each time he took a breath.
Elias stroked your hair. “So, you love me?”
You smiled against his skin. “Yes.” You whined as he slipped out of you and left the bed. The warm cloth his used to clean you up with was relaxing though. “Why didn’t you just talk to me? I could have told you that so much sooner.”
He crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over you. “I don’t know. I’m an idiot, I guess.”
You curled into his chest with a yawn. “It worked out in the end though. Despite getting lost in translation.”
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