Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess
Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)
Word Count: 1430
Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this.
Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.
“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”
Heaven help you.
“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.
“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.
“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”
He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.
“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.
“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.
“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.
“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“
He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”
“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”
Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”
“Not at all.”
“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”
Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess
Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)
Word Count: 1430
Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this.
Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.
“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”
Heaven help you.
“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.
“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.
“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”
He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.
“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.
“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.
“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.
“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“
He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”
“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”
Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”
“Not at all.”
“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”
“Strip.”
Your clothes dropped to the floor of your hotel room as fast as you could fumble out of the buttons and zippers. For whatever reason, your bra clasps got stuck. Your heart jumped to your throat as Drew stepped towards you.
“Allow me.” He stared down at you, reaching behind and freeing you. His hands grazed down your sides to your hips. With the slightest touch, he sent the last of the fabric to the floor. His breath caught in his throat and he reached up to thumb over your nipples. You closed your eyes in bliss, leaning into his touch. He stepped back and smiled as you whined. Drew palmed at the large bulge in his pants. You licked your lips, then flicked your eyes back up to his face. Where they were supposed to be.
He sat down on the bed and tilted his head so he could appreciate your form better. You stayed as still as you could, despite the buzzing under your skin. Again, your eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants.
“Do ya want it?” He caught your eye with a bemused expression on his face. When you nodded, he leaned back on the bed and motioned you over with two curling fingers. You took slow steps, trying not to seem too eager. “I asked, do ya want it?” You quickly closed the distance and reached for the buckle on his pants. He unbuttoned the top button of his suit shirt while you lowered his zipper. You reached through the slit in his short for his length, brushing your thumb along the vein while pulling it out.
Bracing yourself on his thighs, you leaned down and gave his head a test lick. Drew groaned and let his head fall back. His thighs tensed under your hands as you ventured further. You licked the underside of his length from base to tip, pleased when he gasped in surprise. You took a deep breath. With one last lick of your lips, you began to wrap your mouth around him. Hollow. Suck. Lick. Batt your eyes. Repeat. You found your rhythm and gave Drew what you knew he liked. Behind it, you hoped you were telling him how much you preferred to be there with him than anywhere with Dolph.
You whined as Drew gently took hold of your hair and pulled you away.
“Nu-uh. I’m in control.”
“Yes, Sir,” you said without hesitation.
Drew couldn’t hide the dimple that peaked out. “Good girl.” He moved you to one side so he could stand and shed his pants and shorts. You took the initiative to unbutton his shirt. When it was open, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed yourself into his warm chest, breathing deeply. His fingers combed through your hair and his chest began to rise and fall to match your breathing.
With a shrug, he dropped the shirt to the floor. You squealed as he fell back onto the bed with you trapped in his arms. He guided you up to sit on his stomach. Automatically, your hands splayed open across his pecs, which rippled under your touch. His hands came to rest on your hips. With a smirk, he began to guide you to slide back and forth. His cock was trapped beneath you. Your hips bucked each time the tip bumped into your clit. You tried to rush back for that sensation, but he maintained the pace. The longer he controlled you, the wetter you became.
Finally, he helped you up to sink down on his cock. You wiggled your hips at the bottom, feeling him fill you up so perfectly. A sigh fell from your lips. Your eyes snapped open from their hazy relaxed state and you slapped a hand over your mouth. Drew reached up and brought your hand back to his chest.
“I want ta hear ya, love. An’ by the time I’m done with ya, the whole floor is gonna know who you belon’ ta.”
Next thing you knew, you were on your back and Drew was holding your legs up and wide for him. You screamed his name as he thrust roughly into you. You saw stars. Clawing at the sheets, you fought to keep your eyes open because the view was spectacular.
Drew’s eyes were blazing. His hair had fallen over his face, and it swung as he rocked his hips forward and back. His skin was shiny with sweat, which dripped down between the curves of his abs. His chiseled jaw was taunt. You were mostly drawn to his lips, pursed tightly together though occasionally opening to let out a puff or a shout. Drew’s eyes drooped shut as your walls clamped around him.
“Cum, lass. Don’t worry; it won’t be ya last tonight.”
Your toes curled as he leaned forward to bury himself further in your heat. The blood rushing in your ears gave way to ringing when Drew flicked at your clit. You arched as far as you could go, then fell back into the sheets. Drew followed with a shout of his own, followed by moaning your name.
One he had eased out of you, he fell to lay beside you. You curled yourself into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. You were fighting off sleep when he started to stroke your arm.
“Rest, love. Just for a bit,” he hummed. “Dolph’s gonna be in ta next room in a few hours, probl’y alone. And I plan on making sure he hears who ya belong to as well.” He made room for you as you wriggled up to lay next to him on the pillows.
You smiled and bit your bottom lip. “Nothing like hearing how it should be done to get the lesson through his thick skull. I’m yours. And nobody is going to take me away from you.”
Drew nipped along the underside of your jaw to your ear. “Yer damn raight.”
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