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.”

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