The Reader has a cold, so Dean takes care of her. Once she’s better, he gives her one last check-up.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: being sick, FLUFF, SMUT, role play, bad doctor puns, oral (female receiving)
Word Count: 1145
Note: I have a bit of a cold this week, and I wanted some fictional care from Dean. I hope you all enjoy this and can take comfort in it if you get sick this winter too. (Cold and fever not required to read this fic, lol.) Tag lists and requests open. Happy reading!
The moment you slipped out of sleep, you knew it was going to be a rough several days. Your jaw hurt where it had fallen open in your sleep, and your mouth was dry. But it was the only way to breath. Because your nose was stuffed solid with gunk. You were not looking forward to Dean’s ‘I told you so’ having not worn a coat on that last hunt. Now you were paying for it.
There was a knock at the door. You moved like a sloth to sit up as Dean eased the door open, looking down at his tablet. “So there’s a possible… what’s wrong with you?” He leaned against the door frame as you avoided his gaze.
You huffed. “Say it. Get it over with.” You let your head thunk against the back wall, bracing yourself. But Dean’s sass never came. Instead, he sat beside you and placed his hand on your forehead. To you, it felt ice cold, but to him, your forehead was overly hot.
“I’m not gonna say it. What I am going to do, is make you a hot bath.”
He ignored your whining and pulled your covers off so he could pick you up. You rested your head on his shoulder as he carried you down the hall. While you stripped, he filled up the tub with hot water and then helped you sit down. He helped you wash, careful around the sore ache in your muscles. Then he dried you off once the bath was done.
Over the next several days, no matter how many times you tried to keep him away from your germs, he waited on you hand and foot.
“I don’t want you getting sick too.”
Dean chuckled, snuggling in close to you. “Doctors don’t get sick.”
You had to admit his body heat felt nice. “Is that what you are? My doctor?” You giggled. “My Doctor Sexy?”
“Hell yeah, I am.”
Each batch of chicken noddle soup was different, so you wouldn’t grow tired of it. Then there were the holiday-themed cookies to spoil you too. He turned your room into a sort of nest where you could nap and watch Netflix. Sam, Cas, Jack, and the other hunters stayed far away from you and gave Dean a wide berth. Just in case. When you shivered with the effects of the fever, Dean brought you mountains of blankets. And he kept you hydrated, routinely reminding you to drink ever drop of whatever he brought you.
You finally woke up from the thousandth doze being able to breathe from both nostrils and feeling better than you had in months. Dean still wouldn’t let you out from under the covers until the thermometer told him your body temperature was back to normal. He sent you off for one more hot shower so he could change your sheets and clean your room. He sucked on his teeth when you came back in only a towel.
“All that work and you walk around this drafty place in that tiny thing. If you get sick again, it’s going to be Sam’s turn,” he threatened. Not that you believed him for a second.
“I dunno. I kind of liked the attention. But there’s just one thing missing.” You stepped closer, bumping your chest with his.
Dean’s breath caught in his throat. “And what was that?” The soft whisper of the towel falling to your feet made him groan.
“I think I need one last check-up with my Doctor Sexy.”
The timber in his voice and the swell of his pupils made you whimper. “I would have to agree. Would you lay down, miss Y/N?” You did as he asked, flushing with excitement. As Dean stripped out of his shirts, you bit your lip. He tapped at your lips with his fingers. “Open up and say ahhh.”
“Ahhh-“
He leaned down, capturing you in a kiss. His hands roamed your body, kneading at your breasts and pinching your nipples. You gasped into his mouth, making him smirk.
“Everything seems to be alright there. Now I you could tilt your head, I need to check your pulse.” He barely waited for you to comply, tilting your jaw with his nose so he could have access to your throat. His hands drifted further down your body, feathering across your stomach. You bucked and whimpered for him to continue, but his touch stayed where it was. “All in good time,” he murmured against your skin. Suddenly he sucked hard on your pulse point, making you cry out. Thus distracted, he plunged one finger into your heat, humming to find your slick.
“Dean-“
“So wet and ready for me, Y/N? Already? But this examination has barely begun.” He moved to lay between your legs, nosing across your abdomen. His arm flashed out to pin your jolting hips after the first kiss to your clit. You keened as he lazily lapped and sucked, making you feel feverish all over again. But in the best way. One, then two fingers later, you trembled with a soft release. Dean kissed his way back up your body, having shed the rest of his clothes.
You giggled. “You’ll catch cold running around in this drafty place with nothin’ on.”
“Good thing I’ve got you to warm me up,” he chuckled against your lips.
You both hissed as he began to sink into you. Dean stilled to let you adjust. When you were ready, you tightened your walls around his length. He understood and began a slow pace that had you puddling into the sheets. In more ways than one. If you thought you were feverish before…. Dean knew every angle and rhythm to take you higher and higher. Your cries and whimpers grew louder, spurring him on. Soon Dean was flushed and shining with sweat too.
“Cum for me, Y/N. Please, sweetheart.”
He added a thumb at your clit to the waves of pleasure, taking you right up to the edge. To send you over, he snapped his hips to yours harder and twisted a bit more until he found your silent-cry spot. Your body went rigid, your toes curled, and Dean hissed as your nails dug into his skin. He followed you down, shouting hoarsely before falling on top of you.
When he tried to move away, you whined and grabbed at his arm.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. He pulled you into his chest and tugged up the blanket. Then you were both out like a light.
***
When you woke up, Dean was groaning with a scowl. On a hunch, you placed your hand on his forehead.
“Go ahead. Say it,” he mumbled.
You chuckled. “I’m not gonna say it. But I am going to take care of you like you took care of me. Do you want soup or a bath first?”
Note: Simple indulgence smut. Written for pre-series Dean when he was still hunting with John. Wrote pretty much all of this just for the ending. Sorry, not sorry. Tags and requests open, as always. Enojy!
At a first glance, the man at the other end of the bar was good looking. With a second, he had upgraded to hot. And with a third, combined with his flirting and rumbling voice… he was downright sinful.
“And does the mysterious man have a name?” you asked, finishing your drink.
“Dean. May I ask for yours?”
“Y/N.”
Dean noticed your lack of drink and ran his fingers over yours curled around the glass. “Can I refill that for you?” He was shoulder to shoulder with you now, radiating heat and smelling like oil and something woodsy. He smirked as you snapped out of staring.
“Actually-“
He dropped into a poorly-masked frown.
“I had been hoping to go home. Can you make sure I get there safe?” You looked up at him, cursing under your breath at how his green eyes glowed. And realized how jealous you were of his eyelashes.
“Sure thing.” Like a gentleman, he offered his arm and opened the door for you. Home was within walking distance, but you couldn’t say no to his sleek black ride that purred so beautifully. He pulled up to your place and was about to go leave to get your door, but you stopped by placing your hand on his bicep. Damn, even that felt perfect.
You licked your lips. “I don’t want to say goodnight just yet.”
Dean turned in the seat to face more towards you. “Okay, sweetheart.” He scooted closer and started to lightly trace his fingers up and down your arm. You shivered but angled to him more of your neck so he could continue feather-like over your sweet spot and throat. His touch drifted to your chin, and then his thumb was brushing over your bottom lip. He swallowed hard when your tongue darted out to lick it. You were about to suck it into your mouth when he stiffened up and started to grab something in the back seat.
“What-“
“Stay here.” He cursed as his door creaked loudly. Then he was gone, leaving you in the silence.
It was hard to breathe. Your skin, once prickled with desire, was now prickled with apprehension. Had he grabbed a knife? It couldn’t have been; it was too big. You peeked out the window, hoping to see Dean. From the darkness on the driver’s side to the buildings across the street you didn’t see him.
Instead, you saw a figure standing boldly under a street lamp. And he was looking right at you.
As you screamed, he crossed the street faster than you could process. He came to a stop outside the car, grinning at you. The scream died in your throat as more teeth descended from his gums.
“Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food?”
The man… monster turned to look towards the voice. There was a flash of metal and the sound akin to a sharp knife through fruit. Then it didn’t have a head anymore.
Your vision blurred but didn’t go out. Like a movie running on half-speed, you watched Dean drag the body into the darkness of the woods. A few minutes later, an older man showed up and waved Dean away. He came and helped you out of the car and into your home, bolting the door in every way available.
“I knew I missed one, dammit,” he mumbled. “Hope there wasn’t time to turn anyone. No, he was coming for her… because I…” Dean turned and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I put-“
You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. He was too shocked at first to reciprocate, but when he did… he did. His arms tightened around you as your knees wobbled. Soon, your back was against the wall and he was moaning into your mouth. Panting, you both broke away for oxygen.
“Thank you,” you whispered. Shivering, you pressed yourself into his chest. Dean rubbed your back, easing everything inside of you that felt like it was flying apart. Once you had moderate control again, you sighed. “So… vampires are real. And they have a heck of a lot more teeth than Dracula.”
Dean chuckled. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that was the last one-“
“Pretty sure?”
“-but I can leave you my number so you can call if you see anything.” He broke off with a grunt as you pulled out his phone yourself, brushing against his bulge, and typed in your number.
“There. Now when you call me, I can call you.”
“Perfect.” His gaze dipped to your lips, but he hesitated.
You ran your hands under his shirt, mentally thanking whoever made him for their hard work. “Please, Dean. I wanted you before. Now I really want you. I should be terrified right now, but instead, I feel absolutely safe. Here. With you.” Your eyes closed as his thumb ran over your bottom lip again. “Please.”
The kiss he replied with was gentle at first. Then as you gave access to his tongue, it turned hungry. You couldn’t feel enough of him and frantically helped him shed his shirt. He couldn’t taste enough of you, so he helped you out of your clothes too and nipped, and sucked, and licked his way across your body. Your collarbone. Your neck, sucking a dark mark there. Biting the tops of your breasts before laving over your nipples. Then down, down, down your stomach to the top of your jeans. He removed those too. And your lacy black panties after he’d appreciated them.
He groaned against your thighs as you gripped at his hair. Dean continued humming and making sounds that vibrated against your sex. When he curled two fingers into you, he found you slick to the point of dripping. His green eyes caught yours one more time, then he focused on making you scream. Soon, you had a leg tossed over his shoulder and a sore throat. Your supporting knee shook, ready to give out. So, Dean tossed that leg over his shoulder too, pinning you to the wall and bruising you with his grip. He sucked and lapped noisily at your sex, chuckling with pride as a light bite at your clit sent your eyes rolling in your head and your body to quaking.
The world shifted. Dean carried you to your room, needing only a few directions, and then laid you on your bed. Weakly, you reached for his belt buckle. He unhooked it for you, and let it drop with his boxers. Was there anything about this man that didn’t make you want to drool? Nope. Not one inch of him.
“Protection?”
“I’m on the pill.”
Dean crawled over you, capturing your lips once more. Desperately, you angled your body up trying to feel him. His hands pinned your hips to the bed before he began to fill you. One earth-shattering inch at a time. You clawed at his back as he bottomed out. He hissed with your nails in his skin and your walls gripping his cock. When they were fluttering less, he slowly eased back and forth, creating an easy rhythm that was still plenty to take your breath away. Still. You needed more.
“Dean, please-“ you did your best to thrust faster than him, urging him and whining. Your body shuddered and stiffened as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were at a risk of pushing you up the bed, so he pulled you to the edge and stood. With his hands strongly gripping your hips, all you could do was cry out with each pull of your body onto his.
He faltered, heaving to catch his breath. “You feel so good, baby. Come for me, please?” He pulled you down harder, twisting and angling his hips. Though his eyes were closed and his brow was creased, he beamed as you screamed when he found the place he was looking for. He continued to spear that spot until your body had nearly turned to jello. “Just a bit longer, sweetheart. Where do you want it?”
“In me. Come inside me, Dean.”
With a high pitched growl, he did a few thrusts later.
You were still trying to unblur your vision while he massaged your hips. He found the bathroom and a towel he could run under warm water so he could clean you up. Before he could do more, you pulled him into the bed with you, giggling as it took some effort to get under the covers. He fell asleep before you did. Not that you cared. His body was warm where you laid on top of it. But you did have to pinch his nose a bit to get through the light snoring.
Sleep came while you were thinking what it was going to be like waking up next to him.
***
In the morning, the bed was empty beside you. On the kitchen counter, you found a hastily written note.
Y/N, I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye, but something came up with family and I had to run. When I find my dad, I’ll come back. – D
For weeks you waited for a call. Months later, your lease was coming to an end, and you thought about staying for another year. But life was calling.
Prompt: “When you have time love, do you think you’d be able to something with Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne? Where they meet the reader and both show interest in her and she shows that interest in both of them back, and it’s a slow burn into smut???”
Pairing: Tyler Bate x Reader x Pete Dunn
Warnings/Promises: Slow burn (as much as I can in a one-shot), angst, SMUT, threesome, oral (female and male receiving)
Word Count: 3000 (oops)
Note: This got a little out of hand. To my defense, there’s a bit more plot than usual. Please let me know if you guys liked it or not. Tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!
The curtain closed behind you, minimally muffling the crowd’s cheering from your match. You were flushed and out of breath. Hair sticking out every which way. And your gear had gotten ripped in some places. Not that you could blame it for giving out at the seams. Dakota Kai was your best friend, but she did not take it easy on you. Ever. And she was waiting just outside of Gorilla to gloat when Tyler Bate and his partner Trent Seven walked up.
“That was a great match,” he said, ignoring the pointed look from Trent. “Your finisher is… unique. Inspired.”
Thankfully your face was already red to cover the blush. “Thanks.” Your heart thundered in your chest as Dakota left with a grin and Trent continued into Gorilla, leaving you two alone. “I like the shtick you and Trent got going. The mustaches are cool.”
“Thank you.”
In the silence that followed, the crowd getting hyped for the next tag match rang in your ears. You both inhaled to say something, then let it out with a soft smiling puff. Tyler motioned for you to speak first.
“I’ve got to go.”
“And I’ve got a match.”
“I’ll be watching. You guys always do such a good job.”
“And it is a pleasure to watch your matches as well.” He took your hand a placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles.
You gave him an awkward wave and left as quick as you could. Behind you and out of sight, Tyler facepalmed.
***
Before the night was over, you had your own tag match for next week. Though it was with an unlikely partner.
“I know your secret, Dunn,” Candice said as you rounded the corner. “If I have anything to say about it, it won’t be secret for long.”
Pete hadn’t noticed you yet, but you shivered at the power in his voice. “If I have anything to say about it, you’re gonna keep your mouth shut. Especially if you know what’s good for you.”
Candice scoffed. “Like you could stop me if you tried.”
You took that as a cue to intervene. As much as she was a rival, she had also been your training friend and you didn’t want to see her fingers get broken. “Might I suggest you stop while you’re ahead, sweetie?” Pete recoiled from the sound of your voice, surprised to see you. “You’re good, but Dunn would make it a quick match… if I don’t do it first.”
“If either of you lay a hand on her,” Johnny emerged from the darkness, “you’ll regret it.”
“Johnny,” you cooed, “done running from Aleister?”
“I haven’t been running,” he growled at you. Pete angled himself in front of you with a growl of his own. Johnny glared up at him but smirked when he noticed the title over his shoulder. “If anything, I’ve been looking for a competent competitor. And lookie here… here’s one, I think.” He tapped the UK title and laughed when Pete slapped his hand away. You bristled; Candice noticed and mirrored your stance.
“Why don’t you go back to irritating Tommaso?” You placed a hand on Pete’s shoulder and eased him to one side. His muscles calmed under your touch. “Or are you done losing to him?”
Candice snapped, “if you’re so interested in their tiff-“
“Started by you.”
“Maybe so. Maybe you should get more involved. The two of us versus the two of you. If we win, Johnny becomes number one contender for the UK Championship, and I join your upcoming title shot. Sound fair?”
The air was crackling with tension. Pete looked at you from the corner of his eye. You nodded. He stepped chest-to-chest with Johnny. “You’re on.”
He chuckled. “See you next week.”
When they had left, you turned to talk to your impromptu partner, but he had disappeared. You left with a sigh, though looking forward to getting to team with Pete.
***
A week later, you were not ready for the morning. It didn’t matter how long you had been doing this, a five-thirty call time for last-second training was still too early. In your half-sleepy state, you almost missed the cup of coffee being placed in your hand. The delightful warmth from the cup and the scent of your favorite flavor made you close your eyes in bliss and hum.
“If Dakota had told me you would be this happy, I would have done this a lot sooner.” Tyler was standing in front of you when your eyes snapped open. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Dakota asked me to pick up your usual since she’s running late.”
“No, you didn’t… I mean… thanks.” To cover your inability to speak, you took a sip, moaning at that first blessed taste of caffeine.
Tyler eyes locked in on how your tongue darted out to your lips to catch every drop. He swallowed around the sudden dryness in his mouth, then tried to cough it away.
You froze, thinking he was trying to get your attention. Biting your lip, you dropped your gaze to anywhere else in the room. Your heart thundered in your chest. “We… we should probably go in.”
“Yeah,” he rushed. “That’s a good idea.”
“Thanks for the coffee. I owe you one.” You took two steps then felt a vice grip your heart. Did you just offer to meet with him for coffee? He didn’t seem to notice, instead continuing to the door so he could hold it open for you. “Thanks,” you mumbled again. Because your head was lowered, you didn’t see the blush rising in his cheeks.
***
That night, the match went really well against Candice and Johnny. Pete wasn’t going to have to fight him for the title, and you weren’t going to have to worry about seeing her in your future match. Well, not legally anyway.
You saw your first Pete Dunn smile as you left Gorilla. He turned to you, hyped up on the victory. “I have to say, I enjoyed that.”
“I did too.” And you had. It was an intense match, and there’d been quite the view. You weren’t going to complain about getting to see Pete in action up close.
“Where do you guys usually go after a match? I’ll buy you a victory drink if you’d like?” Childlike nervousness flickered across his face. He really wanted to spend more time with you.
Further down the hall, Tyler laughed at something Trent said. You thought back to the morning and felt the brick of guilt land in your stomach. Pete turned and saw them. Then saw your face and guilt. His shoulders slumped, but not surprised.
“We actually don’t go out,” you rushed, “I was just going to go home. But I’ll see you around. You guys are here for another week, right? Because you’ve got that thing with Dream next week.”
“And you’ve got your title shot.”
“Right.”
Again, the air crackled. But with a different energy. It made your skin prickle with discomfort, so you gave him a smile and a short wave goodbye. After a few steps, he called out to you.
“Y/N?”
You turned. “Yeah?”
He cleared his throat. “You… you fight good.”
Biting your lip, you failed to hide a smile. “Thanks. You make a great champion.”
“Thanks.”
Chuffing with a grin, you walked away. Pete knocked on his own irritated forehead while your back was turned.
***
A full six days later, after not catching a single glance of either, you found them. They were in their civilian clothes and were engaged in a shouted-whisper match that looked like it was two seconds away from coming to blows.
“Can you guys take a break for ten minutes?” you joked. Their serious faces and sudden silence encouraged you to choose a different tactic. “Look, whatever it is, you can solve it in the ring like everything else.”
“Not this we can’t,” Pete grumbled. Tyler shot him a look, then gently stopped you from getting closer.
“He’s right. We can’t. Not this battle. It’d be… barbaric. It’s really down to how to do this like gentlemen.”
Pete pushed him away. “I’m not a gentleman, and she knows that. Not everything has to be delicate.”
You laughed. “Since when can you guys not fight for a title in the ring? If duking it out in a parking lot is too barbaric, there’s always a street fight match-“
“It’s not the title. Any of them.”
“What?” Your heart stuttered in your chest. They were looking at you intently. “Then…” you mouth was suddenly dry, “what is it?”
They stood equal distances from you and from each other. Their breathing was calm. Meticulous. And their gaze… it kept flicking to your lips. To the other man. Back to your eyes and trying to read your face. Pete spoke first.
“You.”
“What he means is,” Tyler rushed, shooting him another look, “is we don’t know who you’d choose. We didn’t realize that we’d both been flirting with you until last week, and one of us was going to back off. But then… which one, you know? We didn’t know. We wanted to ask, but not like this and… help?” He shrugged at Pete.
“You’re the poetic one.”
“And you’re the ‘not gonna mince words’ one.”
They went at it again. They stopped when they heard you giggling.
“There’s another problem.” You licked your lip, getting butterflies with how they watched your tongue. “I don’t know either.”
The expressions that rolled between them was flipped from what you expected. Tyler looked at you then at Pete like he had a wicked idea, while Pete seemed shocked. Still, soon they were both darkly grinning after Tyler pulled Pete down to whisper in his ear. They each took one of your hands and tugged you to stand between them. A chill set into your skin, enhanced by the smothering of body heat they gave you.
“But would the lady be willing?” Pete rumbled.
Each shivering breath sent your body bumping into his chest, and back into Tyler’s pelvis. Tyler’s hand flashed out to catch your waist. His shuddering breath on your neck made you drop your head back to his shoulder. Pete took the angle to drag his finger up from the collar of your shirt, over the hollow of your throat, and up to your chin where he angled your face to look at him.
“Do you want to take this somewhere else?” He chuckled as you whined.
“Which one of us?” Tyler asked, nosing at your ear.
You panted. “Both. Both of you. Please.”
***
It was a miracle nobody saw you the whole way to your locker room. Pete never let go of your hand as you dragged him along, and Tyler’s touch never left the small of your back. As soon as the door slammed shut and the lock clicked, they were on you tearing away your clothes and placing hot kisses along every inch of your skin.
“Been dreamin’ of this since I first saw you,” Pete hummed into your shoulder. He let out an oomph as Tyler pushed your back into his chest and sank to his knees. Pete took the hint and kept nipping at your skin while bringing his hands around to your front. They splayed wide, warmer than your flushed skin. He held you close as you bucked at Tyler’s first hot breath over your sex. Tyler gripped your thighs when you moaned.
Between them, you knew you wouldn’t fall over. But you’d already fallen. For both of them.
You bit your lip while Tyler rendered your legs to jelly with his tongue. Pete’s hands traveled up your body to your breasts, toying with them. With a whimper, your eyes closed.
Pete nosed at your ear. “Stop torturing your lip, darlin’, we’ll give it something to taste soon.” He pinched roughly at your nipples, making you gasp. “And open your eyes. Look at me.” When you did, you realized they had set you up in front of your mirror. Pete’s eyes glowed darkly from the shadow over your shoulder. And you looked completely strung out.
The heat in your lower stomach took a jump when Tyler sucked on your clit. He took your bucking down towards his face to bury two fingers in you that curled quickly, searching for your scream-spot. The closer he got, the more you whined and arched back into Pete’s bulge, making him groan. Your legs tried to stutter close against the rush of pleasure. The scratch of Tyler’s beard on your inner thighs. Against the open-mouthed kisses along your neck that made it hard to breathe. But still, he searched. Tyler let out a pleased hum as your walls constricted around his fingers and you gave a shout.
“Now for the real fun,” he murmured, nosing at your stomach. You took as deep a breath as you could catch before he began.
For all his sweet words and dapper airs, Tyler Bate was a fiend. And dammit, Pete had known. The UK champion held you tighter than you could squirm as his peer noisily slurped and drank up what your body poured. You reached back with one hand for Pete’s length still trapped in his pants. With the other, you wove your fingers into Tyler’s hair. He nipped at your thigh when you gave it a tug.
Pete nuzzled into your neck. “How close is she, mate?”
“Very.”
To prove his point, he flicked at your clit, making you cry out.
“Any time, love.” Pete grunted as you cupped your hands over his bulge. “Cum when you like. Then I’m gonna ‘ave a turn with ya.”
Tyler frizzed his fingers over your clit, send your head lolling onto Pete’s shoulder and your eyes to roll back. They held you through all your shivers and quaking, watching with wide, bright eyes. When you settled, they were hungry to see more.
You were turned around for a bruising kiss and walked backward. There was the sound of a pair of zippers as Pete backed you up against the armrest of the couch and Tyler sat down. They were both well gifted, and the way Tyler curled his fingers at you after sucking them clean made your mouth water. Pete helped you bend over the rest, letting you give Kyle a lingering kiss before pushing you the rest of the way into his lap. Before you could even taste the cock inches from your face, Pete began to ease you onto him. You gave a long, breathless sigh that made them both twitch. Then you gave a scream as Pete let patience give way to instant gratification. Not that you were complaining about being suddenly full.
While your body was adjusting, you took the second to give Tyler’s length kitten licks and sloppy kisses that had his stomach muscles flexing where they peaked out from under his shirt. His eye fought against closing as you caught his gaze. You closed your lips over the tip, humming with the taste and weight of him on your tongue. That was when Pete gave you a test thrust, sending you further onto Tyler’s cock. All three of you moaned as your reactions trigged each other.
Pushing your hair out of your face, Tyler bopped the end of your nose. “Are you ready, darling?”
You nodded and came off his cock with a pop. “Yes.”
“Good,” Pete said, “ ’cause we are gonna ruin you.” He made a show of sliding his hands down your back to your hips, where he tightened his grip.
He pulled a scream from your lips with the first thrust. Tyler quickly guided his length back into your mouth to absorb most of your sounds, though it meant he had to cover his mouth as you passed the vibrations onto him. You took him as far as you could, and then a little further as Pete deepened his pace.
Soon, you were thrumming. You couldn’t look away from Tyler’s half-lidded eyes. And you couldn’t escape Pete’s rhythm that changed just as you thought you were getting used to it. He kept shifting and angling his hips, using Tyler’s facial expressions to gauge what was making you the loudest and where. You needed more. But he wouldn’t let you press back towards him. And then Tyler’s hand was in your hair, guiding you as well. He pulled you off for frequent gasps of air, even as it got messy.
“She’s close. Can feel her grippin’ me tighter an’ tighter.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m not… gonna last long.” Tyler panted and again pushed your hair out of the way. “You’re doin’ so good, darling. Gonna let me fill your throat? Or do you want it somewhere else?” He hissed as you sucked in your cheeks around him. “Okay. Mouth it is.”
He barely lasted a few more swallows before cumming down your throat. When he was spent and you had done your best to leave him clean, Pete pulled you back against his chest. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders, which you gave you something to grab onto as his other hand sank to your clit. Each quick thrust sent you up onto your toes.
“Pete-“
“Cum, love. Don’t ‘old back.”
You came with a silent cry, going rigid in his arms. He followed soon after, easing you both down with a few more languid strokes. You crawled around to sit next to Tyler. He draped an arm across your shoulders and rested his head on yours. He chuckled, having another wicked idea.
“You know. I think that counts as a work-out.”
You giggled. “Cardio.”
“Then,” Pete said, zipping his jeans back up, “I say we take this to somewhere a little more comfortable. We can work-out at our hotel-“
“Or my place,” you offered. “Which one would you guys like?”
“Wherever we have more freedom to make you the loudest.”
Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” – @insearchofsunlight
Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT
Word Count: 335 (ending 2)
Note: This is an alternate ending of a longer fic. As it sits here, it’s kind of a drabble. Check out the beginning here: Break Each Other’s Hearts Again
“How you doin’, baby girl?”
“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”
The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.
“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”
Seth smirked back.
You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.
“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”
His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.
The smug look on his face worried you. It bothered you even more when he rolled over to look at you like he’d won something. “So.”
“So?”
“You’re mine again. Right?”
You sighed and stared at the ceiling. “And what gave you that idea?”
He scoffed. “You came, didn’t you?”
“Is that all I am to you? Someone to get sex from?”
Seth nodded his head while mockingly thinking it over. “Yeah. Isn’t that what I am to you? A little more than friends with benefits. I still want the relationship with you, it’s just-“
You tossed the covers back and left the bed. “I’m clingy and I want more than just someone to booty call. This will come as a shock to you, but I am not your fleshlight.” He tried to follow you, but you evaded his grasp and started cleaning up the room.
“Then what was all this?” He started to catch his clothes you threw at him. “Playing me like you thought I played you?”
“No. A relapse. Falling off the ‘don’t get involved with Seth Rollins’ wagon. A chaser to everything you’ve already done to me.”
He chuckled while pulling up his pants. “How poetic of you. Did your drinks tonight twist your perception of life, or are you just that desperate to think you can survive without me?” He didn’t bother to put on his shirt. “You’re a mess.”
“I believe the word you used earlier was ‘disaster.’ And yeah, I probably am. But I can function without you. I can live without you.”
He smirked. “We’ll see about that. I bet you’ll be begging me to take you back within two weeks.”
“You forget, Rollins, you were the one who showed up my door. Who’s the one who did the begging?” His face fell. It didn’t give you all of the satisfaction you thought it would, but it still felt good. “Now get out.”
The rest of the satisfaction came when you slammed the door in his face.
Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” – @insearchofsunlight
Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT, oral (female receiving), some teasing, fluff
Word Count: 1895 (fluffy ending 1), 2171 (angsty ending 2)
Note: Sorry Dolph fans, but Seth gets the girl tonight. And there’s more experimentation! This fic has an alternate ending which will have a link at the bottom. Tag lists and requests open. Enjoy!
Though it was loud, Dolph was doing his best to give you a preview of his stand-up routine. He yelled over the thumping of the music. “Of course, I let the fuzzball have it. If it’s not meant for a cat, then why is it a box?”
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because he was mildly amusing, but you laughed with your whole body. By this point, if he offered you a free ticket to see the show, you’d love to be able to hear everything. When you had simmered down to giggles, you finished your drink. “I bet if you used even half of that in the ring, we’d get a black-mail worthy laugh out of Drew.”
He chuckled. “I’ll have to think about that.” Your shoulder brushed together as he scooted closer to you. “That’s about it. Would you like another-“
“No, she wouldn’t.”
You were pulled back against a familiar solid chest. It was Seth. His words were a little slurry, but his mind still seemed agile enough to find more fault than usual with Dolph. You pushed him away. “I can make my own choices, thank you. You were saying-“
“I am well aware of your choice-making abilities. Y/N-“
“And I am aware of yours. Seth.”
Dolph shrugged and patted your arm before leaving for a booth.
Seth groaned. “What can you see in a guy like him? He’s such a-“
“Attentive man. I can understand why you would be confused by that.” You motioned for a refill, but Seth belayed that and took your glass. “How dare-“ You took it back and got the bartender’s attention again.
“Fine,” he growled, “so he takes note of your every whim. Every up and down in your moods. Bet he knows what to say every time too; he’s had plenty of practice coming up with the lines.”
You turned to face him, poking him in the chest. “What would you know about it, Rollins? If anyone’s got the ‘practice’ here, it’s you. You made your choices, and I made mine to leave you. I’m not perfect, but I definitely deserve more than you.”
He snorted. “So I’m a prick and you’re a disaster. There for a while, you liked that I gave you space.” His voice dropped and you barely heard him over the music. “What changed?”
“I don’t know.” You lifted your new drink to your lips. “What changed about me that you stopped looking? Did the feeling of new conquest wear off or did I not give you enough space?” If he was going to be the martyr, you could let him. He’d hurt you enough already. “Goodbye, Seth.” You left the bar and joined Dolph in his booth for better conversation. A conversation that didn’t want to make you curl into a ball and cry with the memory of what had been.
Even still, the more Dolph talked and the more he drank, the more he began to repeat. Like a record skipping back and forth.
“And so the lion became the lamb. Yes, Dolph, you’ve told that one. Would you mind calling me a cab?”
“Do you mind if I ride with you?”
You did, but you shared the cab anyway. He wasn’t on the same floor of the hotel as you, but he still walked you back to your room. Before you could put your key in the lock, his beer breath was warming your neck. The scent of it churned your stomach. Or maybe it was his closeness.
“I enjoyed talking to you tonight.” He leaned against the wall next to your door. “I meant to ask, did Rollins give you too much trouble? I could have a word with him if you’d like.”
Only if I can film how he beats you up afterward. “No, I can handle him.”
“You could handle me too, sweetheart. And that’s an invitation.” He clicked his teeth and shot double finger guns at you. You rolled your eyes and opened your door. He grabbed your wrist before you could leave him outside. “Wait, please. This may be bad timing, but the whole roster knows how much he hurt you. You can’t let him stop you from moving on. Please,” he tilted your head up with the tip of his finger, “let me at least try to help you forget him.”
When you remained silent but didn’t move, he nodded and pressed his lips to yours. It could have been sweet. Instead, he hungrily pressed you against the door and sloppily kissed down your face to your neck. He pinned one of your wrists to the door and wrapped his other arm around your waist. His fingertips grazed over your ass.
No.
It took you a second to succeed in pushing him away. “Go get some sleep, Dolph. You probably won’t remember any of this in the morning.” I hope I can’t. You closed the door in his face, ignoring the muttering you heard from the other side.
After you were ready for bed, and halfway under the covers, there was a knock at your door.
“I’m not inviting you in, Dolph. I’ve had enough jokes for the evening.”
When you opened your door, you gasped. Seth pushed past you and started pacing the room.
“I get it. Dolph pays attention to you. Fine. But I can’t let you go. Not like this.” His face scrunched in disgust. “I can’t stand the thought of him touching you where I’ve held you. Kissing you in the wrong places because he doesn’t know where to kiss you.” His steps faltered and he sighed. “If you guys are going to be a thing, I’ll leave. But please,” he moved quickly to cage you against the wall, “let me have one more chance to show how much I know you. How well I know your body and your sounds.” His fingers traced up under your sleeping shorts. But just barely. “Or tell me to leave, and I’ll leave.”
His chest bumped against yours as it heaved with deep, desperate breaths. Your eyes darted to his lips.
One more night? One more goodbye.
“I don’t know. Maybe I want Dolph to learn me.”
Seth’s eyes flashed. An angry shiver rippled his muscles. “Is that what you want?”
“No.”
Then his lips were on yours. Devouring you. Filling you. Exploring your mouth like it was a missing piece to his life’s mystery. He was apologizing without words. Saying everything his heart wanted to without having to worry about making it come out right. Breathless, he broke away. His eyes gleamed with wanting more… if you were willing to take more.
Your words came out at a whisper. “You’ve hurt me. Many times over.” It was hard to breathe. “But maybe… hurt me one more time?” Why was it so hard to make a decision about him?
He pulled you close and rasped in your ear, “I’m going to show you what you’ll miss without me. What I’ll miss without you.” His hands pulled your hips to grind into his pelvis, making you moan at the harness trapped in his jeans. You continued to moan as his lips descended to your neck, and further down to mouth over your nipples peaking through your thin sleep shirt. Already you were breathless, and you knew he’d barely begun.
Then he sank to his knees, taking your shorts and panties with him on the way down. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder and nipped at your inner thigh. Seth chuckled. “Glad to see somebody’s missed me.” He inhaled your scent deeply. You bucked down towards his face as he gave your clit a chaste kiss.
Not that you wanted to prove him right, but you needed more. “Did you come to tease or actually do something?” Your voice cut off with a clipped scream as he plunged two fingers into your pussy.
Seth knew how to curl his fingers. What speed to pump them in and out of you. When his mouth closed around you, your head fell back. Your fingers curled in his hair. He hummed as you guided him around where you needed him the most. The tiny voice in your heart saying this was a bad idea was overrun by the electric shocks running through your veins. Your blood pounded in your ears. Seth’s humming and sucking quickened the more your walls clamped around his fingers and tongue until he was rushing to catch everything while your legs quaked.
You squeaked as Seth threw your other leg over his shoulder. With a start, you realized he wasn’t going to stop. He lifted you in the air and continued to lap at you. Since you didn’t have to focus on standing, you were able to let go and be louder. Making Seth’s favorite sounds. Whimpering and mewling as he brought you quickly to the brink again. When you were just almost there, he dropped you to his waist. You’d been to blissed out to notice him stepping out of his jeans, but you noticed now that his cock was pressing into you, teasing with your needy state. Seth turned his mouth’s attention to the underside of your neck. He kept you breathing in short bursts, heightening the need to cum. With a growl, you clawed down his back. He got the message and pulled the rest of the way onto his cock.
It only took a few thrusts.
Then you were weakly gripping his biceps and letting your head loll onto his shoulder.
“How you doin’, baby girl?”
“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”
The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.
“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”
Seth smirked back.
You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.
“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”
His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.
You curled into his chest. His hand splayed wide across your back. Despite the uncomfortable way your bodies stuck together, he pulled you closer. Like he never wanted to let you go.
If either of you had anything to say about it, he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.
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