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A Reflection of Us

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The reader gets a slight injury in a match. Roman takes his time making sure the reader is safe but very satisfied.

Pairing: Dom-ish!Roman Reigns x Wrestler!Wife!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, Roman being a teasing little shit, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 2230

Note: This came out way dirtier than I was anticipating. Thus, why it took over three months to write. Have fun babes; reactions greatly appreciated. Tag lists and requests open, as always. Enjoy!

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Picture used with permission from @hardykat (this post)

It was a test match. The McMahons wanted to see if the universe would like more coed matches, and you and Roman were the test. They’d given you both a heads up, so you’d added weight training to your routine on top of sparing with Sheamus. So far it was doing you good. Your usual speed was keeping Roman on his toes, and it looked like you were wearing him down.

That was not the case.

Roman was a better actor than people gave him credit for. One second you were steady on your feet about to jump, the next you were flying through the air. You landed hard on your back, though you were able to sweep Roman’s feet out from under him. Holding his ankles in a lock, pain blossomed in your spine.

“I need you to spear me,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I need you to spear me. Got something to pop back into place.”

Roman squinted at you but eventually made it to his feet. He positioned himself in the opposite corner, waiting for you to get into position. He roared. You staggered towards him, turning at the last second. Right before the count of three you contorted out of the pin and felt your spine crack back into alignment.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

The match went on. You were also taking the chance to tease Roman in the ring. At one point you nose-booped him and rolled out of the ring. He looked at you with an expression between ‘you’re going to pay for that’ and ‘just wait until I get you in my bed.’ Either way, your skin buzzed with the possibilities.

You lost in the end, but Roman tugged you to your feet for a handshake. “You’re gonna get checked out, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a chiropractor appointment tomorrow already.”

Backstage, Renee was waiting for you. “Y/N, you lost your match with Roman Reigns, but you don’t seem too upset.”

“No. That was a hell of a match if I say so myself. I’d do that again.”

“You don’t feel any apprehension?”

“Apprehension? No. I’m totally going to be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it.” You thanked her and left to change out. You met with a few other people before heading to the garage.

Roman met you at the car. He took your bags and opened your door. A few minutes down the road he brought up the inevitable. “How’s your back?”

“It’s fine. I talked to a trainer and he’s going to give the chiropractor some other places to touch on. Then I’m going to see a muscle stretcher a few times over the next month to make sure my muscles don’t pull my newly popped bones out of place. Nothing to worry about.”

He whistled. “You can’t scare me like that, baby girl.”

You bit your lip. Reaching out, you ran your hand down his thigh. Roman smiled, but he moved your hand to your lap and changed the subject. As far as you could see, that was the only touching you were going to get. He was always gentle with you, no matter how small the injury was. Even if you didn’t count this as an injury.

When you came out of the bathroom at the hotel, Roman was shirtless in his briefs and sitting against the headboard. He motioned you over. You tried to straddle his hips, but he turned you around to sit between his legs with your back against his chest. That’s when you saw the mirror. It was on the far wall, as wide as the bed, and inspiring.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” he rumbled. “You are not going to move. You are not going to touch. And you are going to cum when I say. Which is anytime. Got it?” He watched you nod in the glass. “Let’s try that again, ‘cause I am going to hear you one way or another.” He kissed your temple as you squeaked out something like a yes. “Good.”

Your breathing started to come out in short bursts as Roman slid his large hands up your sides and removed your shirt. They covered your upper chest almost entirely. He breathed deeply and kissed the juncture of your neck, guiding you to relax into him. His hands were warm, even compared to your flushed skin. He kneaded your breasts while sucking a light mark into your neck. You gave a soft whimper when he thumbed your nipples to attention.

Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.

Your nails raked long thin welts into the tops of his thighs. More than anything your body wanted to buck and grind against the sheets for some relief.

“You doing okay, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good.” Roman kissed the back of your neck and directed your attention to the mirror. “Look at you. Already strung out and I’ve barely gotten started.” One of his hands dipped lower on your stomach, stopping just above your sleeping shorts. “I bet if I were to check, you’d be dripping already.”

With a whine, you nodded. Your hands twitched and moved from his thighs to yours.

“No touching.” He nipped at your ear and moved your hands back to their original place. “If you can’t behave, I’ve got ways to make you.” His chuckle rumbled against your back. Then his hands were on your chest again, pinching and playing you higher and higher. In the mirror, his eyes latched onto yours. In the shadow you cast over his face, you could just make out a smirk. “You’re doing so good,” he hummed. “Staying still like a good girl. Though I can feel how much you want to move. To close those pretty legs or touch what I’m in control of. You know what would happen if you did any of those things?”

You moaned as his hands slid down your body and came to rest on the inside of your thighs. Oh no, he wouldn’t be so cruel. Right?

“Then this,” he ran a finger up the outside of your shorts, “wouldn’t get touched at all tonight. And you would have to be content to cum just because I’m playing with these perfect tits.” His hands were suddenly back on your breasts, pinching the nipples harder than before. Your legs shivered closed but Roman hooked your ankles under his and dragged them back open. “That’s two, Y/N.”

“Roman, please.” Your head lolled back to lay against his shoulder. You closed your eyes as he ghosted across your sensitive skin. Without thinking, you placed your hands on his and tried to guide them lower.

“That’s three.”

Fuck.

Roman leaned towards the side table and came back with one of your scarves. He held your wrists in front of you, tying them together. When they were secure, he pulled your arms back until your wrists were behind his neck. He caught your gaze in the mirror again, rubbing his scruff against your cheek.

“We’re going to try this one more time. Don’t move. But… you can beg all you like, baby girl.”

He started over. Teasing you with barely-there touches, then with rough squeezes that made you gasp. But you didn’t move. He hummed at your sounds, rewarding you with more of whatever you needed except where you needed it the most. You bit your lip and focused on not letting your back arch. Roman teased one hand further down your stomach.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please let me cum.”

“Nobody’s stopping you.” Roman smirked at your desperate face. “What can I do to help you, Y/N?”

“Touch me.”

“But I am.” To emphasize this, he gave your breast a tight squeeze and gave your shoulder and open-mouthed kiss. “Or did you mean down here?” The hand on your stomach dipped lower to cup your sex, making you jolt. “I thought we talked about this?”

Your mind raced. If you bucked down towards his hand he would make sure you went to bed needy. So your body settled with vibrating with desire. You would have to convince him. “But you love watching me when I cum. You set up the mirror and everything.” You whimpered as he rolled your peaks between his fingers. “I’m so close. Please, Roman. Make me cum. I’ll be good, just stop teasing. Please.” The flame in your belly intensified. Roman’s hand moved under your shorts and curled a finger into your heat. “Like that. Yes. Please, Roman. Feels so good.” Your mouth fell open, unable to form more words.

Roman watched you in the mirror as your eyes fluttered and your body shifted between rigid and limp. “Cum for me. That’s it.” He curled and uncurled, giving you just enough simulation to build with the continuous movements on your breasts to send you over. Your fingers curled into his hair and tugged. He grunted and nipped at your skin in return. “That’s my baby girl. Look at you. Breathless and relaxed. Makes me wonder if you could handle that second round I had planned.”

“Yes,” you pleaded. “I can handle it. Please, Roman?”

“Okay, okay. Just a minute.” Roman unhooked your arms from his neck and released you from the scarf. He massaged your shoulders, rubbing back in feeling you hadn’t realized you had lost. Then he maneuvered out from behind you. He guided you to lay sideways across the end of the bed.

“Wha-“

“Just a second.” He hooked his fingers under the bands of your shorts and bottoms and pulled them down your legs. Then he kneeled and breathed warm air on your soaked folds. You let out a long, low moan as he flattened his tongue against you. One hand he spread across your stomach, making sure you still wouldn’t move. The other he hooked under your ass and lifting you up closer to his face. His slurps and hums were desperate. Like he had been starving for you.  

“So good, Ro. Don’t stop.”

Your hands gripped the sheets. You were almost afraid you’d rip them… but there were a lot more important things on your mind at the moment. Like how Roman had shifted his grip on you so his thumb could circle over your clit. Without warning, he sucked hard on your clit.

Don’t arch. Don’t touch. Don’t move.

You couldn’t help but weave your fingers into his hair. Roman didn’t reprimand you. He was too busy shifting again to curl two fingers into you. The need for release built up quickly. His scruff made your inner thighs burn. Your thighs quaked and your breath hesitated in your throat.

“Roman…”

“Cum, Y/N. Come on, baby girl.”

Your toes curled, and your thighs clamped around Roman’s head. His name burst from your lips in a screech. You did your best to catch your breath as he rubbed your thighs until you could relax back into the sheet. He stood but you grabbed at him.

“What about you?” you said with a pout.

“I’ll be fine.”

You reached up and rubbed your hand over his hard length showing prominently through his briefs. “No, you won’t. I can handle it.” You gave him your best puppy eyes. “Please?”

Roman chuckled. “Okay. Roll over, baby girl. It isn’t going to take much.” He helped you onto your stomach and ran his hands up either side of your spine. You watched his movements in the mirror. It made your heart swell to see how gentle was with you. His hands spread your ass cheeks wide. You clenched as his finger trailed up your slick. “Gonna make you scream. You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

“Try again.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Slowly and torturously he teased his head at your slit and worked in inch by eye-crossing inch. You sighed as his warm hand pressed lightly across the small of your back. The other curled under your stomach and lifted you up to your knees. You clenched around him, letting him know when you were adjusted. In the mirror, you saw his eyes close and his head tilt back. You could hear how strained his voice was as he moaned above you. Slow. Targeting. Each thrust had a purpose and each made you yelp. And cry out. And yes, scream. And you could tell he was holding back.

“Tell me you’re close, baby.”

“Yes. Cum, Roman. Ro-“ Words failed you as Roman reached once again for your clit. You came with a hoarse cry, collapsing forward.

Roman pulled out and covered your back with his cum. His muscles flexed all over his body, shiny in the reflection with a thin sheen of sweat. He braced on the bed on either side of your hips to catch his breath.

You blinked in and out of exhaustion. He left and came back with a damp towel and cleaned you off. You sighed as he gave you a little massage. The world shifted as he picked you up to move you back to the pillows. He crawled in behind you and pulled the sheets over you. His arm rested on your hip, rubbing his thumb across your skin.

“When you get back from the doc tomorrow, we’re going to check how well they did. Make sure those muscles are really worked out.”

You looked towards the mirror. Even the reflection couldn’t do justice to how excited you were.

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Learning the Ropes Part 3: Perfect Student

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Prompt: “I have an idea about a third part of Lessons Learned if your requests are still open? I was thinking something involving Elias’s latest feud for the Intercontinental with Seth?”

When Dolph Ziggler takes the title from Seth Rollins, Elias feels like he could have tried harder, several times over. The Reader encourages him with their words in private and with their actions in a lonely hallway.

Pairing: Elias x TransMale!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: needy hallway smut, orgasm denial, devious plotting

Word Count: 1135

Note: This has turned into a nice little series. It definitely wasn’t the plan, but it is a welcome surprise. I wrote this before Extreme Rules, so Elias and the Reader discuss some plans that could waver either way. If you would like to send in a request of your own, they are open as are all of my tag lists. Please let me know if you liked this fic, and/or the whole series. Enjoy!

Part 1: Learning the Ropes (TransMale!Reader, S)

Part 2: Lessons Learned (F, S) 

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“Oh, no. Dolph’s got a hold of Seth’s tights!”

“The referee doesn’t see it… and that’s it. Dolph Ziggler is a six-time Intercontinental Champion.”

Elias growled next to you as he watched Dolph escape with the title that should have been his. “I think I’d even prefer it if Seth had held onto it.: His fingers tightened dangerously around the neck of his guitar. When you slid your hand over his, he loosened his grip. But the next thing you knew the guitar was in your hands and he was stomping off down the hallway.

You rushed to follow him.

“Elias! Hey,” you grabbed for his wrist, bringing him to an undesired stop. “Talk to me.” He muttered something and tried to keep walking. “No. We can figure this out. Tell me-“

“Serves me right for trying to win the title with actual skill. I should have known only something like that was going to beat Seth. I could have involved you. I could have-“

“-done a lot of things. You still can.”

Elia slumped into the wall beside you. “I don’t think I can,” he whispered. “Roman, Finn, Seth. How many times do I have to lose an opportunity before it gets through my thick skull? I’m not made to be a champion.”

You didn’t know what to say. So, you kissed him. And you kept kissing him until he was pulling you into a dark hallway. The only shelter besides the shadows were towers of stage boxes on either side. You let him take control of your mouth, of your oxygen.

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Learning the Ropes Part 3: Perfect Student

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Prompt: “I have an idea about a third part of Lessons Learned if your requests are still open? I was thinking something involving Elias’s latest feud for the Intercontinental with Seth?”

When Dolph Ziggler takes the title from Seth Rollins, Elias feels like he could have tried harder, several times over. The Reader encourages him with their words in private and with their actions in a lonely hallway.

Pairing: Elias x TransMale!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: needy hallway smut, orgasm denial, devious plotting

Word Count: 1135

Note: This has turned into a nice little series. It definitely wasn’t the plan, but it is a welcome surprise. I wrote this before Extreme Rules, so Elias and the Reader discuss some plans that could waver either way. If you would like to send in a request of your own, they are open as are all of my tag lists. Please let me know if you liked this fic, and/or the whole series. Enjoy!

Part 1: Learning the Ropes (TransMale!Reader, S)

Part 2: Lessons Learned (F, S) 

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“Oh, no. Dolph’s got a hold of Seth’s tights!”

“The referee doesn’t see it… and that’s it. Dolph Ziggler is a six-time Intercontinental Champion.”

Elias growled next to you as he watched Dolph escape with the title that should have been his. “I think I’d even prefer it if Seth had held onto it.: His fingers tightened dangerously around the neck of his guitar. When you slid your hand over his, he loosened his grip. But the next thing you knew the guitar was in your hands and he was stomping off down the hallway.

You rushed to follow him.

“Elias! Hey,” you grabbed for his wrist, bringing him to an undesired stop. “Talk to me.” He muttered something and tried to keep walking. “No. We can figure this out. Tell me-“

“Serves me right for trying to win the title with actual skill. I should have known only something like that was going to beat Seth. I could have involved you. I could have-“

“-done a lot of things. You still can.”

Elia slumped into the wall beside you. “I don’t think I can,” he whispered. “Roman, Finn, Seth. How many times do I have to lose an opportunity before it gets through my thick skull? I’m not made to be a champion.”

You didn’t know what to say. So, you kissed him. And you kept kissing him until he was pulling you into a dark hallway. The only shelter besides the shadows were towers of stage boxes on either side. You let him take control of your mouth, of your oxygen.

“Need you,” he moaned, mouthing over your pulse point.

“Then take me. Whatever you need.”

You gasped as he ripped down your bottoms. He stole the small tube from your back pocket on their way down and readied you for him with his fingers. You were his. He ensured it by stroking and forcing muffled sounds out of you. All the while he kept you quiet by swallowing those sounds with bruising kisses. Your fingers gripped at his shirt desperately.

The first high made your knees buckle. He caught you, but he wasn’t finished with you yet.

Elias flipped you towards the wall and used your flexibility to bend you nearly in half. If you wanted to touch him, your only option was going to be gripping his ankles. You heard the sound of his belt, of silvery plastic ripping, then Elias’s panting as he rolled the condom down his length. A loud sigh escaped you before you caught your bottom lip between your teeth. Elias bit his own lip for a moment once he was inside you.

“If I were to ask… ask that you not cum until I say-“

“I won’t. Not until you say.” You widened your stance, steadying yourself. “Not until you say, Elias. Please.” You contracted around his length, letting him know you were ready when he was.

But he didn’t move, not at first. He seemed to be satisfied with just the feel of you. Your heated skin under his large hand as it slid up and down your spine. Your alert nerves vibrating under his touch. How you contracted when he gripped at your waist. Then it wasn’t enough. He eased out of you, groaning with the drag. The wall was cold on your shoulder blades and had to be against his palm as he did his best not to tumble over you. Soon, slow movements weren’t enough.

He quickly pulled you back on his length as he took a step back. You were brought back up to standing, then forced back to the wall. Elias spread his hand wide over your stomach under your shirt as his hips pistoned. You raked at the wall, failing to find anything that could help you maintain sanity.

Elias froze, making you whine.

“I won’t cum. I promised,” you begged.

He chuckled, then moved just as slowly as before. You heard him sigh. His lips pressed into the back of your neck. “Such a good student. Having learned me. Obeying me.” He gave you a hard thrust, making your breath stuttering. “Does the student deserve a reward?”

You licked your lips. “Only if the teacher wishes to give it.”

That must have been a good answer because Elias built back up to the faster pace. You tasted blood as the control you had on your bottom lip reached critical.

“Let me hear you,” Elias pleaded. So you let him. Every sigh. Every pant. Each tiny shout as he found that perfect place inside you. Your whimper as you reached back for him. He repaid you with his own music and his hand that came to rest over yours on the wall. Entwined.

Sparks were starting to flicker behind your eyes. But you had promised. You channeled your need for release into meeting his thrusts. Then he said those words.

“Cum for me.”

So you did.

Elias grunted as you trailed red welts into his lower back as you came. Your arm slipped from reaching back for him and fell lax at your side. Your head lolled back to his shoulder, opening up the other side of your neck to his teeth. You spilled everywhere, then more as Elias followed you.

Your legs were quaking while you struggled to pull your pants back up. Elias had to lean on the wall beside you to get his up. You twisted and fell into his chest. Your hands trailed down his chest to his belt to lace it.

He didn’t look relaxed. If anything, he looked even further upset.

“Hey,” you rested your head on his shoulder. “If I have a plan, will you hear it?” He made a non-committal noise, but that was enough. “Whether Seth gets it back at Extreme Rules or if Dolph retains, you can fight for it again. I will be there with you every step of the way. Seth is alone, so it will be all the easier. I’ve been wanting to face Drew, so I’ve got your back there. And I know you can handle Dolph. You won’t fall for his tricks like Seth did.” You laughed. “Then we pull a Shawn-Hunter and switch sometime.”

His chest rippled with a quiet chuckle.

You tilted his face towards yours. “We make ourselves. And in my eyes, you are champion material.” You trailed your finger down his nose, then stared up into his eyes. He thumbed over your bruised lip.

“I like that plan.”

“Good.”

Elias smiled. Bright and normal. “It seems the student has surpassed the teacher.”

You pouted. “Not necessarily. I’m sure there’s still a lesson to be… bettered where it concerns me being able to hold off.” You stepped back. “Can we go study?”

Of everything you had learned, that night was your favorite lesson.

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Learning the Ropes Part 2: Lessons Learned

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Prompt: “Hey, I wondering if you were interested in doing a part 2 of the Elias fic I originally requested, ‘Learning the Ropes’? [Smut, plot, both?] Surprise me!”

Pairing: Elias Samson x TransMale!Reader

Warnings/Promises: suggestive wrestling positions, FLUFF, SMUT, Italics = Elias POV

Word Count: 1270

Note: Thanks for the request, hun! I hope you all have enjoyed this week of answered requests, and continue to send them in. I’m sorry they take a bit to do, but I’m looking for grad schools; wish me luck! Let me know if you guys have any ideas for fics, or would like to be added to any tag lists. Have fun reading!

Part 1: Learning the Ropes 

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In the three months since your first sparring lesson with Elias, you had really tightened up your move set. There had been a few more team-ups, and one or two scripted collisions backstage. The crowd’s cacophony every time your stepped out into the ring really made you feel like you the world was going in all the right ways.

The fist flying towards your face abruptly brought you back into the present. You rolled out of the way and backed up against the ropes.

“Hey, earth to Y/N?” Elias asked. His brow scrunched in worry, but you smiled brightly at him.

“Sorry. Just got lost in…” you looked off into space trying to find the words. “You. How far we’ve come. How far I’ve come. Everything feels… right. Like I’m finally where I’m supposed to be,” you sighed.

Elias nodded in agreement. “Do you need to take a break? It’s been a-“

“No. I’ve got this.”

You were working on a double finisher. It was your job to set the opponent up in the corner, then Elias would pick them up and halo powerbomb them. Between the two of you, there were a few options for the setup. The biggest problem was doing them to Elias when he knew you so well. You bit your lip in concentration as he stood in one corner waiting for your next attempt.

It was funny to watch him. Y/N was brilliant, and he had been getting much better since his arrival. Elias’s only regret was that Y/N didn’t get a chance to kick Miz’s face in before the shake-up. It didn’t show often, but Miz’s words from Y/N’s first match were still strong in his mind. It didn’t matter how many superstars he’d beaten up since then, nothing was ever enough.

When does healthy hunger cross over into unhealthy obsession?

Y/N’s eyes flickered with realization. Like watching an incandescent light bulb come to life. Elias squared his shoulders and prepared myself for the ‘attack.’ Y/N spun and feigned a roundhouse kick. Once Elias had reacted, he found himself lying on the canvas. He was hauled to his feet and guided to sit unsteadily on the top turnbuckle.

“Good. Good. I think that one is the most effective so far.” Gingerly, he slid back to his feet and braced himself against the ropes.

Y/N turned away, deep in thought. “But how early can we use it? Whoever we use this on is going to have be pretty out of it already.” Y/N growled. “It’s only going to be effective if we’ve been wrestling for twenty minutes at least.”

Never enough.

Elias let out a deep breath and pushed out of the corner. He made sure the room was empty, then slid up behind Y/N and wrapped his arms around his torso. “You know, if we train for about ten more minutes, the last of the others will have gone home.” He smirked as Y/N slightly turned his head to look at him.

“And if I say yes?”

Elias nodded.

Then tossed Y/N over his shoulder and dropped him to the canvas.

You rolled a little ways away, gasping in surprise. “You suplexed me.”

Elias grinned. “So? We’ve still got nine minutes of training to do.”

“You suplexed me!” You eased to your feet and paced the outside of the ring. Elias spun in the middle, never giving you access to his back. You ran at him, purposefully bypassing him so you could bounce off the ropes. With a sling blade, you had Elias on his back. He kicked out before you could count to three and flipped you to your back.

Oh, this could get dangerous.

Elias leaned down almost nose to nose. Y/N had confessed to being… intrigued by his eyes. All is fair in love and war, right?

Apparently, Y/N picked up on what he was trying to do and licked his lips. It was enough of a distraction for Elias to soon find himself on his back. This time Y/N counted much slower.

“One,” he breathed. “Two.”

Elias kicked out and moved to stand in a corner. Y/N huffed and was making to his feet when Elias rushed by with a clothesline. Y/N reversed it into a pin. He sat on Elias’s waist with his hands on his shoulders, grinning. This time Elias counted, matching Y/N’s smirk.

“One.” He rolled his hips, making Y/N shudder. “Two.” Another thrust. Another shudder.

Elias rolled out from under him.

“Seriously?” you gasped under your breath. As annoying as that was, the results were racing through your veins as you felt your skin flush under the training adrenaline. Your heart was pounding, and you wanted nothing more than for the locker rooms to be empty.

Elias looked off towards the doors and saw the last people leave. Before he could offer, you grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the ring. You had him shirtless and shoeless before you’d even made it to the locker room. He helped you out of your shirt while you unbuckled his belt. While he wriggled out of the new jeans he’d been stretching out, you fought to get out of your boots. He caught you in a kiss against the wall and worked his thumbs into the last pieces of your ring gear to get them out of the way.

He broke away with a curse and fumbled around for his wallet. You quickly grabbed the small bottle of lube from your bag. It was hard not to giggle as Elias triumphantly held up the metallic packet before working it onto his length. You pulled him closer by his hip to stand in front of you. When you reached to give his lengths a few pumps, and while Elias prepared his fingers for you, you let out a contented puff of breath.

“Y/N?” Elias’s worried voice broke through your haze. You looked up with him and hoped your eyes said everything your voice could not.

Familiar.

It felt familiar. Relaxed. Like puzzle pieces fitting together in a puzzle that had been done a hundred times before. Perfect.

Y/N leaned his head on Elias’s chest as he began to work him open. The little whimpers and sighs that come out made his cock twitch in Y/N’s hand. When they were both ready, Elias slowly eased in Y/N, watching his face as his head fell back into the wall.

His eyes were closed. Lips parted. Hands gripping his shoulders.

Adrenaline from training combusted with the awe of belonging to each other. Y/N met his thrusts. He found the rhythm that made them both see stars. He felt hot. And shivered with something more than cold. Their mix of groans and skin slapping against skin kept Elias chasing giving everything to Y/N. He watched his face contort in bliss.

Trusting. Radiant. Unbelievable. Everything.

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.

Already you were at the precipice. Elias wasn’t far off either by the faltering of his thrusts. You dug your fingers into his shoulders, trying to ground yourself.

“I’m right here, Elias. I’m right here.”

He smashed his lips into yours, swallowing your cries as your legs flexed and blood rushed in your ears. You swallowed his cries as well as he thrust one more time and stilled. His head fell to the wall behind you, putting your shoulder just in reach for a soft kiss. Your chests met as you both heaved. It was in these moments that you loved to learn the rythm of his heartbeats. Elias managed to speak first.

“Shower?”

“Shower.”

He eased out of you then led you to the showers for was destined to become round two.

Part 3: Perfect Student 

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Fuck the Demon Away

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Elias and the reader used to be tag teammates, but now she’s teamed up with Finn Balor. After a particularly grueling match, Elias confronts her and makes good on an old promise.

Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader (Y/N), Reader tag teamed with Finn Balor [no Elias x Balor, despite the suggestive gifs]

Warnings/Promises: ring violence, angst, SMUT, choking

Word Count: 2560

Note: I don’t know why I’ve been writing so much angst lately. Must be stress. Anyways, here is something that I couldn’t get out of my head until I wrote it, and it’s taken four months to do so. I’m trying to work on writing fights without writing blow-by-blows, being more emotional than technical. Let me know what you think of it with comments, likes, and reblogs. My tag lists are open, and so are my requests. (Please send me requests. I love a challenge!) Enjoy!

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You forced a smile as Finn’s music started. He shot you a too-sweet before descending the ramp; you did not reciprocate.

“Are you feeling nervous, Y/N?” Cole asked. He adjusted his headphones while you fidgeted with the chord on yours. “You worried Elias and Finn are going to rip each other apart for you?”

“Finn and Elias had a long history of hating each other way before I got here, Cole. Don’t sweep that under the rug fishing for headlines.”

Yes, you were worried. You and Elias had been the perfect team, everyone’s favorite. Behind the camera, though, cracks turned into gaping fissures. Small tiffs became raging battles that had to be shushed by techies so other promos could be filmed backstage. Then one week you didn’t go out with Elias. You didn’t sing with him. You didn’t show up until Finn emerged through the smoke to fight his old-time rival. You were there the next week when the Demon King made an appearance and pledged your loyalty by pinning an old friend. You had barely spoken to Elias since.

“I’m sure you were glad to escape Elias’s droning and terrible guitar playing,” Corey added.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

The bell rang as the match started. You made the usual snide comments about Elias’s spontaneity. He never did have a plan for a match. “Just hit them and go. If I see a weakness, I use it,” he used to tell you. You said as much from the stage.

“Guess he didn’t see Finn using you against him, did he? Oh! Strong drive-by from Finn.”

You didn’t say much more as you waited for Finn’s queue. Finn ran around the ring and launched his boots at Elias. When his body bounced off the barricade, you failed to hide a flinch. Finn caught your eye and nodded, then tossed Elias’s body back into the ring. You let the headphones clatter to the floor and then walked down to wait at ringside while Finn finished pinning Elias.

Only Elias arched out.

You stepped back as Elias rolled out of the ring and landed at your feet. It took him a second to stumble up and tower over you. Your lungs failed to find air as he reeled back, surprised to see you. You let your hands clench into fists instead of crying out as Finn reached down and grabbed Elias by his hair. Finn dragged him onto the apron with a growl and continued his assault.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think.

That split second of eye contact shouldn’t have been enough to freeze you, but it was.

The cheers following the pin brought you back into the moment. Finn still won, and he was waiting for you. You rolled your shoulders back and joined him in the ring. Once again Elias was at your feet, but you kept your face bereft of emotion. Honestly though, if Elias had opened his eyes to blink you wouldn’t have been able to join Finn in the post-match destruction. With each stomp and kick, the tension eased out of your shoulders. But it never fully went away and your strikes fell softer than when you first began.

Finn pulled you back and walked you to the stage through the boos. Strong Balor Club or not, no one liked a traitor. He held your hand up with his, then kissed it before leading you backstage. You walked in silence for a minute or two; Finn kept looking at you from the corner of his eye. You stopped walking when he did.

“You held back.”

“I’m sorry. I just… it won’t happen again.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I know how much he used to mean to you. Take your time.” Finn gave your hand a soft squeeze. He looked hurt when you flinched at the kind gesture. He left you alone in your thoughts to change out, promising to catch you after the show.

You moved to one side of the hallway and sat down on a crate. How had everything gone wrong? How did living the dream with the man who helped you reach them turn into… this? A tear hit your leg, alerting you to your inward battle rising to the surface. You quickly wiped it away and hopped of the crate. If you needed to cry it would have to wait until you got back to the hotel.

In your rush to make it to your dressing room, you ran into the last person you wanted to see.

“Wanted to give me one last bruise, Y/N?” Elias glared down at you.

“Please, not now, Elias.” You tried to maneuver around him, but he blocked your path.

“That was always the problem, wasn’t it? ‘Now’ was never when you wanted to talk. Has Finn figured it out yet, or does he just give you space?”

Anger bloomed in your chest, burning your blood from your heart to your fingertips. “Lay off. You lost the fight tonight, get over it. You’re good at that.” You were successful in getting past him, but he followed you.

“What do you see in Finn? What did he offer you to convince you to take these actions? You used to be able to think for yourself, Y/N.”

When you continued to ignore him, he grabbed your wrist and held on even as you dragged him down the hallway. Two more doors.  

“Does he love you better than I did? Does he hear your different sighs and groans and know where to suck, your favorite rhythm, where to touch you?”

You twisted around with fire in your eyes. “I haven’t loved anyone since I stopped loving you!” Your voice dropped into a sigh as the fire fueling the fight puttered out. “What happened to us?” you asked more to yourself than to him. You slumped against the wall as Elias released you. His shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. For everything. Any thoughts I have about us are blinding. I can’t seem to shut them up except with screaming at you.”

Elias nodded in agreement. “I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me.”

He met your gaze as your head snapped up. “Hurt me? I… I was the one that… that left. There is nothing I could forgive you for except you being yourself.”

This conversation was going nowhere. Just the same debate you’d imagined having with him that always ended in silence when neither of you could find any more words. You turned to walk away. His fingertips grazed against your shoulder, making you freeze.

You were already in pain. What was a little more?

“You still haven’t written a song about me. I keep waiting for the melodious insults to come, but it’s been weeks.”

“I can never seem to find the words.” Elias chuckled, “I have a hundred tunes, but never the words. Never did when it came to you. You are a difficult woman to describe, Y/N.”

“Sometimes I don’t need to be described. I just need to be listened to.” Your chest began to heat up again, but you swallowed it. “You never seemed to hear me. ‘Now’ or otherwise. So, I stopped trying. Was it a mistake?”

Elias looked away, lost in thought. “No. I made the mistake. I just hope that you can forgive me one day, whether you think I’m in the wrong or no.” He ghosted his thumb across your cheekbone. You found yourself leaning into his touch.

How had you never noticed how much you missed it?

“What I wouldn’t give to be yours again,” he whispered. He started to pull his hand away, but you weren’t done rediscovering his warmth. You grabbed his wrist, surprising him. Surprise turned into a dark smile as you guided his fingers to wrap around your throat. A mangled gasp fell from your lips as he gripped harder and shoved you back into the wall.

“I’m going to fuck away any memory of the way Finn ever touched you.”

You tumbled back into your dressing room and locked the door with Elias pinned to it. He flipped you around and sucked harshly on your neck. His hands flew across your body, tugging and pulling at the fabric you wore until it was a heap on the floor. He nibbled across your collarbone as you frantically did the same to his gear. When you were naked he pinned you to the door with one hand on your throat and the other bruisingly tight on your hip.  You clawed at his chest, making him growl while you gasped under his grip. He traced his finger on your lower stomach just above your heat.

“I wonder if I could make you cum without touching you more than this. Are you desperate enough for me that you would?” His eyes glowed with the threat, and he eased off on your neck so you could answer.

You wobbled against the door. “Perhaps. But are you that patient tonight?” You held his gaze.

“No.”

Elias cupped your sex and hummed at the wetness he found there. He shoved two fingers into your folds, curling them in ways that made your hips buck down to meet him and your hands to claw at his shoulders. He sucked on your neck, timing nibbling on your sweet spot with thumbing at your clit. You whimpered and bit your lip. Elias nipped his way up to your ear.

“Come on, Y/N. Let me hear you. Let everyone hear you. Let them hear how good I make you feel. How well I understand your pleasure. How much you are mine.”

He sped up his efforts. You cried out, moaning and gasping with each curl of his guitar-worn fingers. Your legs began to quake. Elias wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you. He sucked what was sure to become a dark mark into your shoulder as you tumbled over the edge. He kissed over your closed eyelids, but didn’t give you much time to recover before he was moving.  

All of your gear on the desk fell to the floor as he swept it away. He laid you on your back and stood between your legs. From your position and under your half-closed eyelids you could just see his length raised against his stomach. He gave it a few pumps under your gaze, fingers still coated with your slick. You panted, waiting for him to sink into you. But he rotated his hips, running his cock through your lips, coating it even more in you and playing with your clit. You clenched around nothing.

“Elias,” you whimpered, “please. Don’t make me beg. Not tonight.” You hissed as he gripped your breast and pinched your stiff nipple. You tried to lean down to guide his cock yourself but found it difficult to move as Elias flipped you to your stomach and pinned your hands to your back with one hand. The rumble in his chest vibrated against your shoulder blades. You sighed. “Elias,” you whined louder than you meant to. He chuckled into your ear. You screamed out his name as he thrust into you, sheathing himself fully in one breath.

“Always love hearing you scream on my cock,” he said. He soothingly rubbed the side of your thigh while you adjusted. You moved when you were ready, pushing back into him. Elias met your movements.

Your dressing room filled with the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass, Elias’s grunts, and your sharp sighs of pleasure. He pulled you closer to him so your feet touched the ground instead of dangling a few inches. He released your wrists so he could grip your hips with both hands. A shiver ran through you, signaling how close you were. Your throat was sore, but you mewled with each thrust anyway.

“Elias, baby. Right there. Please. So close.”

He grunted in answer and flipped you back onto your back. He pulled one of your ankles to rest on his shoulder and reached down to wrap his hand around your throat. You placed your hand on his wrist, guiding him to grip harder. He put pressure on the sides, holding there and feeling how your walls contracted further around him. Your vision darkened around the edges, but your mouth kept moving with a rumble of broken thoughts. His name fell from your lips in varying pitches like a song only he could make you sing. Elias groaned above you. His thrusts began to lose their rhythm, but that left room for him to make them more forceful. He twisted and thrust into your g-spot. Your hand loosened on his wrist and he let go, filling your brain with oxygen and blinding you with the sensations that had faded. Elias followed you with a guttural shout. Through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you felt Elias fall onto you. He braced himself on the desk so as not to crush you, but you could still feel his chest heaving into yours.

Then the reality of your situation hit you like a ton of bricks.

Now what?

Elias leaned up when you tensed, looking down at your face in confusion. He sighed in realization then ran a hand over his face.

“I want this,” he said. “And I don’t just mean… this.” He gestured at where you two were still locked together. He eased out, rubbing your side. He lifted you and sat you on the couch in the corner, then grabbed a towel to clean you up. You ran your hand through his hair. He moved so gently around your sensitivity, so different from the roughness of the past several minutes.

“What do we do?” Your voice was raspy. Elias handed you a water bottle from your bag and waited for you to continue. “What do I tell Finn? He’s not going to take this well.” You shifted over to give Elias room to sit next to you.

“What if you don’t tell him anything?”

“What?” You turned to look at him. He was deep in thought.

“We both know you joined Balor of your free will. If you keep doing what you’re doing, he’s going to trust you. Fall for you, like I did. Then when he wins his Universal championship back…” He looked down at you and grinned. “Any input?”

“What if he wants me to fight you again?”

“I can take it. Just make it look real, okay? Then… honestly, I don’t know. But we can both-“

“Benefit from this,” you finished. It was an idea. “But what does that make me? A woman who can’t make up her mind?” Elias didn’t have an answer for that. You ran over the situation in your head. You latched onto a fragment of thought, your mouth moving before you could develop it further. “Unless I never changed my mind in the first place.” You took a deep breath. “Are we really doing this?”

Elias kissed the side of your head. “Yes, if you want to. More listening-“

“From both sides.”

“And more collaboration.” He laughed and pulled you to sit in his lap. “And more of this too. Not just the sex. But bouncing ideas off each other.”

 “But the sex too.” You ran your nose across his cheekbone. “Balor’s not going to know what hit him.”

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Learning the Ropes

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Prompt: Elias Samson/trans male reader (reader is a new addition to the roster that Elias wants to break in) or something like that?

Pairing: Elias Samson x Trans Male Wrestler Reader [italics are Elias POV]

Warnings/Promises: language, quick slow-burn angst, fluff, coming out to an SO, SMUT

Word Count: 2600

Note: I’m still learning the facets of LGBQT, so please be patient with me. If I have gotten something wrong, please send me a message so I can correct it. The reader character is a trans man who has gone through top surgery and T. I’ve also tried to keep the smut as general as possible for personal preference to terms. If I have done anything right, comments, reblogs, and likes will be greatly appreciated. As always, my requests and tag lists are open. Now please enjoy!

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“Come on, Y/N, I know you can kick harder than that!” Elias took another one of your kicks to his side, grunting in pain and approval. “Much better.” He continued to be your personal punching bag.

You had just moved up to the main roster, but while NXT had taught you many things you still felt a little unprepared. Your first match had been a disaster. Afterwards, from around a corner, you had even heard Miz joke that Curt Hawkins might break his streak if he fought you. Elias stood up for you, then bumped into you on his way out of the room. Miz still doesn’t know you heard him, but since then Elias had been helping you learn what he did after he moved up from NXT. Pointing out the differences in style and promos, and helping you further develop your shtick.

“How long are we gonna do this?” you moaned. Everyone else was gone from the training center. They had left hours ago and now it was extremely dark outside. You leaned against the ropes and used them to stretch out your back, wondering what time it was.

“Until you pin me.” Elias evaded a series of hits and flipped you onto the canvas. “We’ve got all night.”

You groaned. No matter how exhausted you were going to be, you did appreciate the help. You just wished he would split up the lessons into smaller chunks! Though, you couldn’t deny you liked watching him move in the ring. The way his hair framed his face, making him look like a lion. Where’d that thought come from?

Elias cocked his head; his eyebrows twitched to meet as he caught you staring.

From your position on the canvas, you suddenly seized Elias’s arm and caught him in a triangle lock. Believable distraction, right? He attempted to lift you like Roman does when’s he’s in a lock, but you arched your back to prevent him from getting far. The arch had an unfortunate backfire though, and Elias fell on top of you.

“Sorry.” “Sorry, didn’t mean to…” You both stopped talking and froze.

How long had his eyes been that grey? Like the sky before a summer storm.

How long had his lips been that… inspiring? Bet they taste good… no! Snap out of it, Elias.

Elias cleared his throat and pulled back. He sat back on the canvas trying to breathe smoothly enough to keep his heart from pumping out of his chest. Was Y/N’s slump in his shoulders from exhaustion, or disappointment?

Elias licked his lips. “Do… do you want to keep going? Training, I mean.” Of course training. What else would he be doing with you? In the training center. In the middle of the night. Alone.

“Uh, no. I think I’m too tired to pin you tonight. Maybe tomorrow?” Y/N looked at him with bright eyes, though for a split second he thought they flickered with something.

“Sure. Let’s clean up then grab some junk food.”

He watched Y/N exit the ring and head for the locker room. He turned at the last minute and observed Elias still sitting on the canvas. “You coming?”

“Yeah.”

A week later, you were doing the same thing. You had won your match on Monday, though you wanted to work out a few things. Elias heard your worries and put them to rest by helping you move snappier and start working on thinking three steps ahead.

As you were changing out, you thought back on the workout. Were his hands bushing against you coincidence, or did the touch linger a second longer than that? Did you do the same enough to hint that you wanted more if he was even asking? At least twice you caught him staring at your lips. But to be fair, you may have missed more for getting lost in his gaze. He only had to snap his fingers in front of your face once, and you brushed it off as “strategizing,” which may not have been far from the truth.

“Welp,” Elias said, breaking through your thoughts, “I’m out. See you tomorrow… if you are going on the house show tour?”

“No, unfortunately. Kurt said I could next week, but I wanted to ask you something before accepting.” You swallowed, willing your mouth to not be dry. “Can… can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

Why was this so hard? You wanted to ask him one thing but said something else.

“Do you want to tag team for a bit? We haven’t been training together that long, but since we both have issues with Heath and Rhyno, I thought maybe… I mean… if you want to.” You waved the fumbled option away. “Never mind. Stupid. You’re busy with Miz and… just forget it.” Frustrated with yourself, you turned back to your stuff.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind some help.”

You spun back around.

“Really,” he continued. “Bo and Curtis had fun singing with me, but their allegiance is with Miz. I’ve pissed him off and racing him for the Intercontinental puts me number one on their hit list.” Elias shifted his weight and waited for your answer.

If he thought his chest was going to explode last week… he was about ready to pass out now. He couldn’t believe he just asked Y/N to help him with the Miztourage. Y/N already had a feud idea, why did he suggest another one?

Elias was so lost in his head he almost missed Y/N’s reply.

“Sure.”

He couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face. “Great. You don’t have to sing or anything, unless you want to. Honestly, I think they are going to jump me during my solo on Monday so we can plan from that.”

The strategic planning that followed made Elias feel like he was glowing from the inside out. If this went well, perhaps the team up could evolve into something more. If he was reading everything right.

Like Elias thought, Bo and Curtis were waiting in the shadows while Miz watched from the announce table. What they weren’t expecting, was for you to also be sitting in the ring. The crowd went wild as you and Elias tossed the Miztourage out of the ring. The match was changed from Elias vs. Bo to the pair of you against the pair of them. Of course, Miz got involved in the end but you were ready for him. Elias pinned Curtis while you fought off Miz and Bo, sending them both scuttling to collect their partner.

Backstage, your skin buzzed with the win. The locker room was empty, leaving plenty of space for you to allow yourself the childish moment of jumping around the room with joy.

Elias caught you midair from jumping off a bench. “You were fantastic!” He dropped you to your feet and clapped you on the back before pulling you in for a hug. A second later his lips were pressed against your forehead.

You froze in his arms.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The fear in his tag teammate’s eyes sent terrified ice through his veins. He meant to be more subtle. Meant to work up to it. The hype from the win… how close they felt.

Shit. He just ruined it.

And yet, Y/N wasn’t moving away. To be fair, neither was he.

Elias held his breath while Y/N held his. He watched as Y/N’s eyes flicked across his face. Searching.

If you didn’t move, you were going to explode.

You leaned in for a kiss, hovering just above contact.

The door burst open, making you hurriedly take several steps backwards. The Balor Club entered, said hello while grabbing their stuff, then left for the night. Neither of you had moved an inch.

You wiped your hands on your tights. “We should probably-“

“-pack up. Agreed.” Elias turned to his gym bag and packed while you turned to yours.

Earlier in the evening the two of you agreed to carpool with Sheamus and Cesaro. It had only taken ten minutes to get from the hotel to the arena before the show, but the drive back felt like it took hours. The Bar split from you at the elevator, leaving you and Elias to make the decision to split at your neighboring doors… or to pause again.

Y/N was hesitant to take the final two steps to his door. He turned back around to Elias, his eyes again searching his face for a sign in any direction. Elias leaned forward and kissed the part of his shoulder visible between the straps of his tank top and the slipping jacket. Y/N sighed in pleasure and angled his head away to give more access to his neck. Elias kissed higher up his neck. Light kisses. Slow and rhythmic to allow at any moment the chance to evade or lean in closer. Y/N leaned forward, lips parted ever so slightly making Elias’s heart pump blood faster.

Elias kissed Y/N on the cheek and hovered over his lips. “Do you want to come inside?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

Elias’s stomach did a flip. He hastily searched his pockets for the room key, barely making it into the slot before he was kissing Y/N again and ushering him into the room. How he kept his hands on his bags all the way to the bed he’ll never know. Once the edge of the bed hit the sides of their knees, every thought slipped away into one: “Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.”

His hands began to roam his body. He teased the bottom edges of the tank top, but Y/N helped his shirt off first. His fingertips were cold brushing across his chest, making Elias gasp. Again, he teased at Y/N’s shirt, but his hands were suddenly pushed away and Y/N scooted backward.

“I’m sorry. It’s just… I should have told you. I… oh.” Y/N’s eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at Elias.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Elias murmured. “If you’re not ready or if you don’t want this-“

“I do want this,” Y/N stammered. “It’s just…”

“You can tell me. Take your time.” Elias could see the wheels turning in his head, and sat back to wait patiently.

“I… I’m trans,” he blurted.

If Elias could take the moment back, he would. The confused shake of his head filled Y/N’s face with panic. He had to admit, he wasn’t expecting that. But did it really change anything? It was still Y/N. Same smile, same way he moved in the ring. Labels weren’t going to change the love he felt.

Love.

There it was. Already?

Elias inhaled deeply through his nose and gathered his thoughts.

“You are still a man.” He scooted forward and cupped his hands under Y/N’s elbows. “My man, if you’ll have me.” He watched Y/N’s face, which was still bordering on leaving broken. Elias took another quick breath. “Tell me what to do. Show me what you need.” He backed off and held out his hand to Y/N, holding it steady for if he wanted to take it. Elias held back a sigh of relief when their hands were clasped; he gave a Y/N a slight tug to pull him closer. He rubbed his thumb across the back of his hand. “Hey, I may still be learning the ropes at this but I’m going to do everything I can to make you feel good. Okay?”

His face read as sincere. He also seemed just as nervous as you. With a nod and a second’s hesitation, you pulled off your shirt and let it join the growing pile of clothes on the ground. Elias lightly traced the scars on your chest with his fingertips. His touch continued to roam; one hand went up to play along the edge of your collarbone, the other dipped to trace down your stomach and come to rest on your waist. Your eyes shut as Elias once again kissed across your cheekbones to your lips, meeting them like matching puzzle pieces.

“Tell me,” he murmured, “what do I do?”

You wanted to stay like this forever, but at the same time, your body yearned for more. “Do you have lube?”

“Mhhm.” Elias broke away and went to search his bag. “Condom?” he asked.

“Yes, please.” You removed the rest of your clothing and sat back down on the bed, hiding yourself and suddenly unsure again.

Seeing you naked, Elias followed suit. His length was ready and the tip glistened slightly with precum. He gave it a few pumps while you watched before opening the little silver packet and slipping on the condom. When he came back to the bed, you were finding it hard to remove your hand from your lap. He took it, and watching your face or any sign to stop, lifted it away.

“You’re perfect.”

Slowly he laid you back, towering over you and waiting for your request. The dance that followed was like moving with him in the ring. He followed your sounds and how you leaned into his touch to know what to do. While your fingers curled themselves in his hair, his lips again latched onto yours. His tongue gained entry while his warm hands moved down your body. You heard the click of the tube, then felt the slightly cold sensation of Elias teasing his finger at your hole. He moved slowly, waiting for each moan and sigh of encouragement before moving.

When you were open and wet enough to both of your satisfaction, Elias hooked his arms under your legs and tilted you back further so he could begin to sink into you. Centimeters at a time, and inches per breath he filled you until there was nothing else he could do but move. Even then, he waited. In a bit of an epiphany, you thought about how you should have known he would be this patient. It takes forever to learn guitar and even longer to compose.

“Elias,” you whined, “please.”

You rocked to start the rhythm. Elias moved with you, twisting and angling to find the best places that made you call out. The hand formally holding him up hovered in front of your face as he offered you two fingers. You opened your mouth and accepted them on your tongue. You laved your tongue around them while the heat intensified in your veins. Pulling his fingers away, he sucked on his thumb, then gently wrapped them around your cock. You arched off the bed. The drag of him, the fullness he gave you, and the sound of him rumbling in pleasure, pleasure he was achieving with you, sent you careening over the edge. The sound of your voice calling his name was washed out with blinding sensations as he kept moving. His rhythm tumbled apart as he chanted your name. Your vision flashed again, then both of you fell still.

Elias nearly collapsed on top of you, not that you would have minded the weight. His heaving chest bumped into yours as you fought to catch your breath. The air chilled you when he left to dispose of the condom. It was only seconds, but you were almost asleep before he came back and pulled the covers over the two of you. He gave you one last peck on the lips, then your consciousness faded away.

Y/N was asleep long before he was. Elias couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect he looked curled into his chest. It made him smile as he nuzzled closer for warmth.

Waking up to Y/N was going to be the best morning of his life.

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