Prompt: “Hi I like your work! I was wondering if you could do a smutty Tommaso Ciampa/Male Reader, where the reader is shy and Tommaso teases him?” – @issacloveswwe
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, headcanon that Tommaso is a power bottom, language, choking, teasing (real and sexually), dirty talk
Word Count: 1200
Note: Thank you for being so patient about your prompt! It was a challenge to write, but I hope you find it worth the wait. Any feedback is super appreciated, so please let me know what you guys think. Enjoy!
He was waiting for you when you got back from your match.
“How’d it go?” he sneered. Both of you knew he always watched your matches from backstage. Even if he was pretending to read his phone or polish his title, Tommaso hadn’t missed one yet. “Come on. Say it. You’ll feel better.”
“Dream beat me.”
A sick grin spread over his face. “Did he now?” He mockingly checked his nails. “He’s been giving me a bit of trouble as well. Would you like me to beat him up for you? You know, since you can’t seem to do the job yourself.”
The air shifted. It was going to be one of those nights. When Tommaso lost a match, few and far between, he’d dominate you until you couldn’t see straight. Especially if you were the one who beat him. But when you lost? He’d still dominate you but made it seem like you were in control. Like you had the power. An illusion that would be quickly broken later rather than sooner.
It always started like this.
You loved it.
“You think I can’t handle my own battles?” you growled. Still taunt with adrenaline, your muscles flexed angrily as Tommaso calmly laid his title across his duffle and sat equally calmly int the center of your locker room couch. “I am more than capable of handling myself.”
He laughed. “If that were so, you’d be number one contender right now for the North American. Instead, you’re here, expecting to win some sympathy from me.” He gaze darkened. “You’ll never get sympathy from me.
That always hurt the most.
“Oh, look at you. Poor kicked puppy. Can’t get any with his sad eyes and probably couldn’t keep it up if he did. Maybe I should see if Dream wants some victory company.”
That did it.
You took two long strides and wrapped your hand around his neck, pinning him to the backrest of the couch. “How’s that?” you asked. Your voice may have been cool and smooth, but it hit Tommaso like ice. He froze, a flicker of something you could never quite catch gleaming in his eyes. He tried to speak, but you tightened your grip, making him groan. “Come on, you can talk better than that. Try again,” you dared him, releasing him and chuckling as he fell back. Though he grinned and stared through the façade, he didn’t say a word.
There was a heavy pause. The hairs on the back of your head seemed to stand on end. Then there was the rush to get rid of any gear or cloth that would keep him from you. For a moment, he took control, pulling and pushing you down to lay across the seat. When you took it back, he chuckled at the force you used to pin him on his back. You made him suck on your fingers, growling when his teeth scraped over your knuckles on their way out, so that you could begin to open him up.
Now you knew where he had watched the match. From right here. In your locker room. Stuffed full with his own fingers as he watched you fight. Preparing himself like a ‘good boy.’ He’d probably kill you before he’d let you actually call him that.
“Did you cum?”
Tommaso intertwined his fingers behind his head. “And what if I did? What could you do about it?” He threw his head back with a hiss as you began to fill him. By the time you’d bottomed out, you were both newly sheened in sweat. His nails raked down your chest; his version of begging you to move, though he’d claimed he never begged. Like hell, he didn’t.
You both gave a shout with the first thrust and reached to clamp your hands over each other’s mouths. With Tommaso beneath you, it was easier for you to evade his touch than him yours. He tried to lick at your hand for you to move it. But by now you’d already shared so many bodily fluids, a little spit didn’t faze you. And you said as much, ignoring the warning growl under your fingers.
“If the world only knew,” you mocked, “that the cruel conqueror of NXT liked laying on his back…” you clicked your teeth.
With an iron grip, he tore your hand from his mouth, so it landed beside his head. He reached and grabbed your bicep, using the leverage to meet your rhythm. “If the world only knew their quiet, precious Y/N was such a dirty little-“
You cut him off with a rough thrust, quickening your pace.
“Is that the best you can do?” he gasped, tightening his grip on your arm while you thrust into him. “Come on, you hit me harder in the ring than this. Or is that the problem? Did Dream tire you out?” He bit back a moan as you speared him deeply. His cock twitched on his stomach, looking ready to burst without being touched. He hissed again as you feather your fingers down the length. A light touch and a hard fucking. Nothing brought him closer to the edge than that.
But he knew you too. And he knew when to switch the flip.
“Feelin’ powerful yet, Y/N?”
Then his hands were gripping you everywhere he could reach. He controlled the pace. Your cries your moans. Knew every way to dig into your skin and to fuck himself on you to make your vision blur. To make your blood reach a boiling point. All the while, he kept pressing your buttons.
“This is how you fuck someone, Y/N. You were so close. And you’ve come so far, I’ll give you that. When I first set my eye on you, you flinched. Flinched! Then you surprised me. Such a monster in the ring. So cordial on the mic. So good in bed.” He sniggered. “Well, almost. Had to learn you a thing or two. Now look at you. Just as strung out and needy as the first time. Are you ready, Y/N? Ready to give me what I want?”
You weren’t going to say it. And he knew it. Still, he pressed, his voiced growing raspy as he neared his completion too.
“Give. Me. What. I Want. I control your pleasure. Cum. Now!”
Spots danced in front of your eyes. Heat surged through you from your head to your toes to your fingertips to your cock, filling Tommaso and making him spill his load onto his chest. He shoved you away, breaking you apart to pant on opposite ends of the couch. A twitch of his fingers and you tossed him a towel.
He moved it back and forth across his stomach, muttering, “would make you clean me up, but didn’t feel like putting up with you anymore.” He tossed it back to you. “Get dressed. I’m sure Dream still wants to gloat at you before we can leave.”
In the strongest voice you could manage, which squeaked past your lips instead of roared, you ensured his wrath later in the night.
“You’re right, about everything. I’m not the best. But when it comes to you? I’m in control.”
Prompt: “Peyton Royce smut where the reader is insecure about how good she is in bed and Peyton shows her that she’s really good at what she does?” @dirtywwefics
Note: Sorry it’s a bit short, I cut right to the smut. This is only my second F/F fic, so please tell me if there’s anything I can improve. Tag lists and requests open as always. Enjoy!
It was something you’d never ask. At the same time, the question burned the tip of your tongue. There was nothing to get wrong otherwise. Peyton was perfect. With the way her perfect lips would part and how breathy she would get as she came.
Maybe that was the problem.
In the ring, or hanging with Billie, she never shut up. Her mouth was constantly moving and she reacted to the world like fireworks. Everything was so exciting. But with you? In bed?
Something must have been wrong with you if all you could get her to do was breathe heavily.
You were just packing up when she came home. Damn. She wasn’t supposed to be back for a few more hours. Now there was no escape.
“What’cha doin’?” Peyton plopped down the bed next to your half-full suitcase, making her short skirt flutter around her. “We’re home this week.” Her smile faded as you avoided looking her in the eyes. “Y/N?”
No. Don’t tell her. Because if she agrees…
“Talk to me, Baby.” She tried to take your hand, but you ripped it away. “Did I do something wrong?” she whispered.
Fuck.
“No,” you croaked, already on the verge of tears. Your walls crumbled down. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
She stood and wrapped her arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides. “Then what happened? What’s wrong?”
“Me. Like everything. It’s just me.”
Payton watched, heartbroken, as you tried to find the words.
“I’m not enough for you. I don’t know how I could be. It’s better if I just leave.”
She turned you around and cupped her hands around your face. Her thumbs wiped away the tears that had managed to squeeze out despite your weak attempt to hold them in by tightly closing your eyes. You shivered as she kissed over them. The words fell out like hot coals. Your insufficient ability to make her feel good. How much you wanted to be better. Wanting to make her shout and tremble. That you didn’t want to leave.
“Then don’t.”
Her lips were soft. And tasted like her flavored lip gloss, sweet and bright like her. Your hands traveled on their own. Up her body and into her hair. You pulled her closer to you, fisting the back of her shirt in your hand. Her touch was still on your cheeks, stroking them and pushing your hair away from your face. With her guidance, you fell to sit on the bed. Peyton fell with you, the separation of her thighs landing over your leg and her thigh locking between yours. She began to roll her hips, humming into your mouth. You rolled too, gasping as the angle clicked into to place and the seam of your jeans pressed at your clit just right.
Working your hands back down her body, you caught her hip to make it pause. She gasped as you flipped up her skirt. Her panties were soaked through and had left streaks on your pants.
“See what you do to me?” Peyton smirked. She moaned as you ran your fingers up and down the fabric. Her lips parted for a whining sigh when you sucked her off your fingertips. “Do you want more?” She stood and dropped the soaked fabric to the floor. And then her skirt.
Eagerly, you nodded and let her straddle your face. The first taste sent a shockwave through her body. Her head lolled to one side. With another tentative suck to her clit, Peyton whimpered, shedding her shirt and bra to cup her breasts. With each twist of her fingers around her nipple, you couldn’t help but lap at her sex hungrily. She was already starting to glow.
“You taste so good, baby,” you murmured, humming into her pussy. She softly cried out as you curled two fingers alongside your tongue. “Please let me hear you.” You scissored her open, happily drinking her as she called out your name. “Just like that. Let me hear all of you,” you said, louder so she could hear you over her own sounds. She stopped holding back and let everything drop from her lips. Her pleas. Your name. Tiny directions that made your skin flush. Peyton did want you. That made you squeeze your thighs together most of all.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
You worked faster, using her reactions to move and curl and scissor her into a frenzy. When she gushed into your mouth, you kept going. Peyton shuddered and fell off her perch, hissing as you followed and pinned her to the sheets. Your hips rolled and thrust against the bed. Peyton had scrambled back and was propped on the pillows. Her hands were woven into her hair. The graceful curve of her neck was accented by the arch of her spine. You reached up with one hand to press against her stomach, feeling the muscles contract.
The second mangled scream as she came sent your hips stuttering from their pace. Your body finally relaxed, and you let her go. It was several minutes to catch your breath. Peyton shimmied down the bed to lay beside you, curling your hand in hers.
“I didn’t mean to be so quiet on you,” she whispered. “I was always trying to hear you. All those sweet things you say to me. Didn’t want to miss a word.”
You nodded. “I can be louder if you want to be louder. Much, much louder. I was trying to hear you too.” The both of you giggled. You wriggled closer to each other.
“No more whispers. I promise,” she said. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
Peyton nodded. “Good.” Then she was pulling you to sit on top of her. With a smirk that made you blush, she ran her hands up your thighs. “Now it’s your turn.”
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.
Prompt: “Can I request a threesome with Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Rilley?” – @amballins-priestess
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, dom/princess, butt plug, semi-public (hallway) smut, threat of being seen, oral (male receiving), split roasted, one bad pun
Word Count: 1085
Note: My first threesome attempt; please be kind but do tell me if any part was hard to follow. I hope this is what you wanted, sweetie! So much sin. Requests and tag lists open, now including an NXT list. Enjoy!
“Hey, Princess, how are you doin’?” Kyle laced an arm around your waist and his gym duffle dropped to the floor. His hand dipped down to the curve of your ass to put pressure on the hidden bejeweled plug. “Still okay?”
“Yes,” you breathed. He pulled you closer as you tried to wriggle away. So, you switched your tactic to lean close to his ear and whimper, “need you.”
“Patience. We have to wait for Bobby.”
It was a long wait. You could almost picture him, shifting in his seat as Adam rambled on about some plan. Was he thinking of you? Was he hard and aching?
Kyle snatched your hand away from where it was inching up under your skirt. He laid it flat on the crate you were both sitting on. “Patience, Princess. Just a few more-“
“Have you been a good girl, Y/N?” Bobby rounded the corner, his figure silhouetted by the distant light in the otherwise dark hallway. “Well?”
“Yes. Please, guys.” The plug shifted as you squirmed, making you gasp. They both licked their lips to see your mouth fall open and your eyes to close. Your hand flew to Kyle’s thigh and gave him a desperate squeeze.
Kyle eased your grip by stroking your hand. “She has bee good. Wearin’ that plug all day. Hasn’t complained once. I bet she’s dripping.” He gave Bobby a knowing look. “And she did say please.”
Bobby nodded. He held out his hand to you. “Then come here.” He grinned and caught you as you bounced over to him, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss. You slid your hands over his shoulders and back to the short hairs on his nape. Bobby swallowed your moan as Kyle slid up behind you. He tapped at your plug again, then slid his hands around to your front, flipping up your skirt. Kyle mouthed across your neck when he found your panties soaked through. He sent those to the floor, then dipped two fingers into your heat.
You bucked down to his hand, pressing your body in Bobby’s front too. He broke off the kiss with a blissful hiss. “Easy, baby girl. We’ve got you.”
“Sorry, Bobby.”
“You did nothing wrong, Princess,” he hummed, kissing your forehead. “Seems Kyle’s just as impatient as you.”
To emphasize that point, Kyle nipped at the back of your neck and curled his fingers roughly. He scissored you open, making your head loll back to his shoulder. Leaving you arched forward and your chest exposed. Bobby took that opening, flipping your shirt above your breasts. Both of them groaned in the back of their throats, but Bobby was the one that got to kiss across them. To pull them out of the cups of your bra. And to bring your nipples to peaks with his mouth and fingers. All the while, Kyle continued to thrust and curl and pump his fingers in your pussy.
“Please,” you pleaded. You reached for both of their bulges, stroking them to silently ask for what you really wanted.
Kyle breathed hotly over your ear. “All in good time. Going to make you cum first.” He shot a look at Bobby, who nodded and dropped one of his hands to your clit. Together they brought you to the brink. Bobby covered your mouth with his as you screamed, gushing over their hands.
It didn’t matter who caught you when your legs gave out, but you found yourself leaned across a narrow crate. Kyle stood in front of you, straining in the confines of his jeans. Bobby was behind you, palming across your ass after he flipped your skirt up.
“Ready, Princess?” One of them asked. Bobby tapped at your plug, prompting your answer.
“Yes! Please, fill me up. Want to make you feel good.”
The dual sound of zippers said you’d given the right answer.
You parted your lips for Kyle’s cock and did your best to widen your stance for Bobby. The latter waited for the first to fill your mouth before he set to stretching you wide an inch at a time. Your eyes crossed and you groaned around Kyle’s length. He fell forward to brace on the crate with a strangled breath. He stayed there until Bobby bottomed out and all three of you could catch your breath.
Behind you, the pace started slow, easing you into a sense of smooth pleasure. In front of you, a similar rhythm began, alternating so that you were always filled in one way or another. Kyle tasted so good. And Bobby filled you so perfectly. If it wasn’t for the plug shifting in your ass constantly, you would have relaxed into their movements. Instead, you continued to jolt and thrust, making them quicken to keep up with you.
From the tips of your fingers to your toes scrambling to keep on the floor, your skin was on fire. Hotter still were their hands passing over your body. Pressing into your hips to pull you back. Between your shoulder blades for stability and to keep you still. Sliding up and down your back, leaving thin trails down your spine. All of that heat building and growing and combining with how the guys couldn’t stay quiet. Bobby with his strained grunts that would sometimes pitch into moans when your walls would clamp on him. Or Kyle’s whines from his stuttered breathing when you would suck him deeper.
You came first, screaming onto Kyle’s cock and shuddering. He followed soon after, filling your mouth and throat with his cum and biting down on his knuckles to dampen his shout. Then Bobby, thrusting through your release to chase his and sending you into a third as his cum coated your walls.
They helped you turn around to sit on Bobby’s lap while Kyle fished a towel from his duffle to clean you up. When you looked mostly decent and there wasn’t a threat of cum indecently running down your legs while you walked, you let them begin to lead you to the garage.
Bobby picked your panties off the floor as he passed and shoved them in his pocket instead of giving them to you. He laced his arm in yours and whispered in your ear. “Kyle’s going to need access to your jewel, Princess. He’s going to play with you all the way home. Can you be good and not cum? If you don’t, we’ll fill up that hole too.”
Note: Sorry this took so long. I hope you like it though! Requests and tag lists open. And also just my general asks if you’d like to come and talk for a bit. Enjoy!
Average was not in your vocabulary. While a non-wrestling person might see you on the street and think nothing of you, if they saw you in the ring they would be amazed. Your unassuming form hid years of skill and a creative mind for winning matches against any opponent.
Well, almost any.
The roar always made you shiver. Baron Corbin laughed at you and your match partner, Finn Balor, as Braun Strowman made his way down the ramp. In the lone wolf’s mind, this was going to be an easy fight. Finn quickly changed that. They took up most of the ring time, having the front feud between the four of you. Braun’s argument with you was coming to Finn’s aid during their match, which was then interrupted by Baron. Wrestling was logical if you looked close enough, though in this particular instance you would have liked a more distanced view.
Finn tagged you in, crumpling and rolling under the ropes. You jumped in and came face-to-chest with Braun. For a terrifying split second, you shifted your gaze from the torso in front of you to the grinning face leering above you.
No time like the present.
With a deep breath, you jumped high and slapped him. Braun staggered in shock. You held your breath while your brain fumbled to come up with a plan. Nothing was forthcoming, and Braun was now akin to a pissed off grizzly bear. So, you ran. You ran to the ropes and bounced off, sliding as if to home base to the back of Braun’s knees. He buckled, making the match a bit more even. You held onto that upper hand for dear life. It was snatched from your grasp as he wrapped his large hand around your throat.
No, don’t be that guy. Don’t you do it. Do not get a boner- fuck.
Braun tossed you into the far corner. Finn tagged in, giving you the opportunity to get out and stand against the ring post. Hopefully, everybody was watching their favorite Irishman instead of you adjusting yourself. Even then, your mind and eyes wandered. Usually, when you focused on how Braun’s muscles moved, you were worried about him using them against you. Now that didn’t sound like a bad thing.
The match ended with Baron tagging himself in, ignoring Braun’s growl, and promptly getting himself pinned within a few moves. And you thought that was the end of… all that.
Later in the night though, you heard his gruff voice behind you. “Hey, Y/N?”
You took a deep breath and turned to face him. “Hey. What’s up?”
At first, he wouldn’t meet your eye. “My ride tonight had to cancel on me. Would you mind if I ride with you?”
“Not at all.” You tried to take his bag to load it up, but it fell to the ground and almost took you with it. Braun chuckled and stuck it in the back of your car himself. “Thanks.”
It was a few hours to the next town. You passed the time talking, getting to know each other more. He was actually kind of funny. Your sides hurt from the arena to the drive through to the hotel. Most of the jokes were cheesy or Becky-worthy puns, but they kept you awake and engaged for the drive. Mission accomplished. Your good mood vanished at the front desk.
Only one more room. Figures. And no cots either.
“At least it’s a king,” you said, jumping when Braun’s bag hit the floor with a thud. “So at least you’ll be comfortable.” You set to pushing the two chairs to either end of the coffee table. Braun snagged the collar of your shirt and pulled you back.
“What’re you doing? I’m not hitchin’ a ride and kickin’ you out of the last bed in the same night.” He let you go and went to finding stuff in his bag. “There’s plenty of room. I won’t bite.”
“Maybe I want you to,” you muttered under your breath with a grin.
“What?”
“Huh?”
Braun looked over at you while the tops of your ears burned. He watched you swallow the dryness in your mouth, mirroring the movement. “What did you say?”
You could fix this. “Nothing,” you chirped with a smile too big. “Do you mind if I grab first shower?” He didn’t, having showered at the arena. By the time you got out, he had changed and was sitting on the bed watching tv in his sweatpants and shirtless, similar attire to what you were wearing. It took several moments of staring at his chest before you could breathe or take further steps into the room. You kept your eyes on the floor as you walked to your side of the bed.
“I don’t mind if you look.” His voice sounded smaller than what should have been possible for his frame.
“What?”
“I don’t mind if you look. Do you mind if I look?” His eyes wavered over your face, then flicked quickly over the rest of you.
Keep it together, Y/N. You wrestle in shorts. It’s not like he hasn’t seen almost all of you.
“Y/N?” Braun cocked his head.
“Oh. Yeah. I… I don’t mind.” You sat on top of the sheets. “I’m not much to look at, but you’re welcome to it, I guess.”
His forehead scrunched. “What do you mean? You’re one of the best lookin’ guys on the roster. I thought… nevermind.” He grumbled something under his breath and started flipping through his phone.
Against your better judgment, your mind whirled around what he’d said. “You think I’m good looking?”
“Yeah. Abs better than Balor’s, great laugh,” his voice dropped off, “those tiny trunks.”
Are we doing this? Okay, let’s do this.
“Do… do you want to do more than just look?” You swallowed hard. Things were about to get incredibly interesting, or horribly awkward.
Braun froze. His chest heaved as he put his phone to one side. “If I did… would you want to do more than just look?”
You swallowed hard again. “Yes.” His hand reached out for yours. In his palm, your fingers barely reached to his middle knuckles. Your breath was reduced to short puffs as he pulled you closer to cup your face. His hand slid down so his thumb could graze over your throat. “I take it you noticed,” you whispered, referencing what happened in the ring.
“Yeah.” He continued to stroke up and down while his gaze remained fixated on your lips.
Moving more boldly than you felt, you grabbed onto his wrist and bicep and leaned back until he was leaning over you. He kept coming, stopping only when your noses were millimeters apart. Your lips met. Slow. Exploring. Testing to see what made the other sigh or buck their hips. Braun sank closer, tilting his head to your neck to find more places that made you writhe. Not that there was much room to; Braun had you completely pinned to the bed and you could barely move to gasp.
“This is a bad idea.” He backed off from leaning over you, making you sputter and grab at his arm.
“What? Why?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
That made you laugh. “You throw me around the ring on the regular.” When he didn’t smile, you dropped your grin. “If there’s other issues or this is too soon, we can stop. But if you want this, don’t stop just because I’m smaller than you. I can take whatever you want to give.”
“I know, but that’s in the ring. I don’t want to do… to feel here what we could feel in the ring. Not right now. Not tonight.”
The more he talked about it, the more you had to agree. “Okay. Then slow. But I have to warn you, if you get all slow and sensual with me, that’s only going to make me harder.”
Braun chuckled and moved to as before. “And that’s supposed to… what? Keep me from doing just that?” He thumbed over your lips. “If I want to take my time with you, I’m gunna. Make you feel everything.
Then he was gone. He was removing his sweats, so you did too.
Fuck. Proportionate was a terrible description, but it was the only thing your short-circuiting brain could come up with.
He noticed you watching him and gave his length a few strokes. He left to fish around in his bag and found the bottle of lube. You laid down against the pillows as he joined you on the bed. His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, then sank to your bottom lip. “Bet these would look good around my cock.”
It was suddenly hard to breathe.
“Maybe later,” he rumbled.
You kept your attention on his face, watching as he focused on preparing his fingers to prepare you. Like he promised, it was slow. One finger to work you open. Then two. Then three. By then you were panting and near-blissed out of your mind. All the while his other hand had kneed and massaged your body, easing out the kinks from the match and helping you to relax. His forehead rested against yours.
“Braun, please-“
“Shh. Almost there.” He scissored his fingers in you for a little bit longer, then shifted to kneel between your legs. “Ready?”
“Yes. Braun, please!” Your shout rasped as he began to work into you. Stretching you and filling you. You tried to match his thrusts but found that impossible as he folded you further back. Around the edges, your vision blurred; his face stayed perfectly clear. Eyes fighting not to close, mouth gaping and gasping. Further down his body was shiny with sweat. Sweat that you had caused. The thought made your body stutter.
“Y/N,” he moaned. He reached down and gripped you, twisting his wrist in ways that made you cry out high and needy. The border-line teasing way he played with your head is what sent you over. You spilled onto your chest and he soon spilled into you.
When he had eased out, you suddenly realized how jello-like your legs felt. They wouldn’t move. And the tips of your fingertips were numb too. Relaying this to Braun made him chuckle. He stumbled to his feet and came back to clean you up.
“We might have to give that lady at the reception desk a huge tip,” he said with a grin.
You hummed in agreement. “Chocolate or flowers?”
“Depending on how repeating this in the morning goes, I’d say both.” He pulled you to lay on his chest and rubbed over your back. “If that’s okay. It might look a little weird.”
“I am so past looking like anything right now.” You yawned and slipped into sleep.
Prompt: “If you have time, maybe where you and Seth are broken up, he starts bringing other girls to the bar where you’re out with the roster and Finn Balor or Dolph Ziggler try to cheer you up, but this makes Seth mad (bc he actually misses you and is only with the girls bc he doesn’t want to seem lame/upset) and confronts them but you pull him away and he admits he loves you still. Only if you have time though! You’re the best gf x” – @insearchofsunlight
Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader
Warnings/Promises: alcohol, Seth being an asshole, language, handsy bonus jerk, ANGST, SMUT
Word Count: 2370
Note: I hope this helps you out, sweetie. Wrote this in two sittings today, so please forgive any typos. There will be another Seth Rollins fic in a few weeks (Jealous Seth) so let me know if any of you would like to join the tag list for that. Any and all feedback is super appreciated. Enjoy!
“Ya need ta get out.” Finn opened your door and helped you out of the car. Some of the other wrestlers went ahead of you two. “T’ree weeks you’ve been cooped up in whatever hotel room. You’re goin’ stir crazy an’ it shows. One night on the town, then you can keep ignorin’ me.” He opened the door to the bar and ushered you in. “It’s a small place, out of ta way. Found it by accident the last time we were in town.”
You giggled. “You mean that night we actually all made time to go out together and then you never showed? Seth didn’t let you live it down for a month.” He laughed with you and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. When your face fell he laced your arm into his.
“None of that. Not tonight. Tonight, we are going to try the house specials. Maybe you’ll get me tipsy enough and I’ll dance a little.”
“Oooh,” you whistled. “Challenge accepted.” Still, just mentioning Seth’s name had punched you in the gut. It had been almost a month, but you couldn’t help but try to wonder what went wrong. Was that it, after all the flowers and boyish shyness? Did he miss you? Was he suddenly getting bored with you? No. Stop it, Y/N. Have a drink. Have several.
Forget Seth Rollins.
Several house specials later you realized how hard that was going to be. The door opened and two beautiful women with bright smiles bounced in. Behind them, Seth followed them and led them to a booth. He whispered something to one woman, making her laugh. She took his hand and twirled under his arm. They slid into the booth and Seth motioned for some service. Then he saw you.
His gaze twisted like a dagger in your chest.
Finn stopped mid-sentence when you stopped engaging. He turned to follow your line of sight. You heard him sigh, and the ice in his glass clink against one another as he swirled the liquid around. He tapped your shoulder. You turned back to your drink. “Do ya want me to flirt with ya, talk to ‘im, none of the above? What’s the plan?” Finn said, finishing off his drink. He finished yours too, to keep you the more sober one between you.
“None of the above. You’re not going to be able to get through to him, and flirting will probably just make it worse. Can you order me another drink? I’ll be back in a second.” You needed a quick minute to yourself, so you hurried off to the bathroom hallway to catch your breath.
Seth saw you leave and left the booth for Finn. “What are you doing?’ he whispered harshly. “She doesn’t need another drink.”
“Why should you care? Don’t you have other people to watch out for?” Finn nodded to the two girls who giggled and waved at them. “Don’t worry about Y/N. She’s getting nothing but Shirley Temples for the rest of the night. Can’t blame her for wanting the hard stuff though,” he finished with a grumble.
With a scowl, Seth growled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Finn turned to face him. “Since when are you this much of an arse to Y/N? Even durin’ your Authority days, you would ‘ave never did this to her.” He cut off, seeing the pained look on his friend’s face. “Go have your fun. Before Y/N gets back. You’ve done enough ‘ere.”
He did leave, though he hesitated to slide into the booth. The girls looked past him and he followed their gaze. You had come back out into the bar. The tops of your cheeks were puffy and your make-up was fresh. He groaned, mentally kicking himself.
“A Shirley Temple, seriously?” Still, you couldn’t help but smirk. “Thanks.” The sweet mixture tickled your nose compared to your former drinks. It was just what you needed. After another, the sugar high made you jittery. Made you want to dance. It wasn’t Finn’s thing, but he promised to keep an eye on you from the bar. You sang him a “you don’t know what you’re missing” over your shoulder, then let the music take you away.
It pulsed and throbbed. The dancing space wasn’t large, and the DJ looked a little young, but you didn’t care. The music filled you. Flowed through you. Washed away weeks of torment. Then again, maybe you’d been listening to Elias too much. A small bachelorette group welcomed you into their fold. All smiles and giddy laughter, you found yourself soaring with them.
“Hey, pretty lady.” Large hands landed on your hips and a pelvis ground into you. You turned to see a tall good-looking man smiling down at you.
“Sorry, dude. Any other night you’d be a maybe.” You removed his hands to end the conversation.
He put his hands back on your hips and pulled your pelvises together. “Wait a second. Don’t you want to get to know me before giving me the brush off?”
With a sarcastic cock of your head, you hummed. “No… not really. Have a great rest of your night.” You removed his hands again. Walking away from the floor, you heard his heavy step behind you. When you turned, you jumped. He was really close to you.
“Can I at least get your number? For that ‘any other night’ you mentioned?”
“She said back off, pal.” Seth pushed through the last layer of people and pushed you behind himself. “Or can’t you take a hint?” Any other night, you would have interjected something sassy. Right now didn’t feel like the time.
The man looked past Seth to you. “You with him?”
You nodded. “More than I am with you.” For a second your heart froze. What if he didn’t leave? You curled your fingers into Seth’s shirt, letting him know your position if something started. You let go of the air you’d been holding as the man turned. He walked away, muttering under his breath. You let go of Seth’s shirt.
“Are you okay?”
Nope. Not tonight. Not for weeks. “Where are your ladies?”
“In a cab on their way home. You’re welcome for saving you from that jerk, by the way.” Seth crossed his arms over his chest. You hated how his muscles straining through the sleeves made your chest tighten.
“Ha. Like I would thank you for anything.” You tried to move around him, but his hand landed lightly on your shoulder.
“Wait, please.” His eyes, warm and hopeful, pleaded with yours. “We need to talk. I’m sor-”
“Y/N?” Finn hurried up, skidding to a stop. “Are you okay? Saw the guy an’ I couldn’t… hello Seth.” He flicked his eyes between you. “Y/N?”
You and Seth stared at each other. His body was tenser than when the other guy was there. You guessed he wasn’t used to not getting to save the day. “We’re good,” you finally said. “Though you might want to avoid a large man in a Def Leopard shirt. He’s the real threat at the moment.”
“I doubt that.” Finn left with a nod and one last glare in Seth’s direction.
Seth caught you as you wobbled on your feet. “You need to go to sleep. I’ll call you a cab.”
The soft buzz in your system decided to hit you all at once, spiking the talkative version of yourself. “What? Like your dates? No thanks. I’ll call my own cab.” You looked around, the room suddenly fuzzy. “Once I find a door.”
He sighed. “Fine. I’ll follow you.”
***
Your hotel room door whirred, and you stumbled in. Whatever that last special had been, it really liked the sugar of your Shirley Temples. And you liked it. You liked your room. Your bed. With a smile you fell onto it, giggling as you bounced. So comfy.
“Maybe this conversation should wait ‘til the morning.” Seth picked at the hem of his shirt and turned to leave.
“Don’t take another step.” You rolled onto your back. “It’s just a sugar rush. Anything you say I am going to remember forever. And you better hurry before it wears off. The crash is going to be deep. So,” you sat up and curled your feet under, giving your undivided attention, “go.”
Again his Adam’s apple bobbed. He seemed to do that a lot around you. “I didn’t mean… the girls… Y/N I’m sorry.” He puffed like he’d been holding that back for a while. “When we broke up, I thought that’s what I wanted. I thought that’s what you wanted. And maybe you do. I can leave you alone if that’s true, but I need to-“ he groaned. Under his breath, he muttered something like, “this is a disaster.”
At least he was trying. You waited patiently for him to continue.
“Those girls stayed after for autographs and suggested the bar. I’ve been trying to move on instead of staying cooped up in my room or Crossfitting myself to death, so I said yes. If I had seen you sooner I would have left. But we were sitting down, and it wasn’t fair to them. None of this has been fair to you. And then that jerk put his hands on you.” Seth growled. “Wouldn’t leave. Wouldn’t take no for an answer. Finn wasn’t around, so I swooped in. For a second I forgot I wasn’t yours. I’m sorry, Y/N.” He slumped against the wall. Spent.
“Any other night I would have told you to fuck off.”
“And I would of. If you’d asked.” He swallowed. “Why didn’t you?”
Dammit. Why did he have to ask that?
“I don’t know. The monster I knew staring down the monster I didn’t? There wasn’t much of a choice. And the demon was a bit late.” Your cheek twitched with an almost smile. “Maybe because I wanted you to save me. Like you did the first time. For old time’s sake.”
He nodded. “Okay. Well, I’ve done that. Said my peace. I’ve been a… monster. A jerk at least. And an asshole. You deserve so much better than me. Do you want me to leave now?”
Yes. Hell yes. Maybe. No. Not really. Maybe you did deserve better, but what did you need?
“Y/N?”
“Please-“
Seth turned to leave.
“Please don’t go.” You moved off the bed and stepped close enough to wrap your arms around his waist. He tensed under your touch. Sucked in a harsh breath when you loosened your grip. He had been trying to move on. This wasn’t what he wanted. Face hot with shame and tears you refused to let fall, you moved to step away.
His arms wrapping around your waist stopped you. “Y/N…” His eyes searched your face, dropping to your lips. You let your tongue peek out to wet your lips. He seemed frozen. His voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you again. He leaned into your hand on his cheek.
You bounced to your tip-toes, pressing your lips to his. Waiting.
He devoured you. Tongue exploring. Hungry moans. Teeth occasionally clacking together. Seth’s grip tightened around you. Like he never wanted to let go.
His onslaught paused with a gasp as you distracted him. Your hands slid over the front of his pants and over the bulge. The belt jingled and the fabric hissed as you helped him shimmy out of them. While he kicked off his shoes, you did the same with your pants. He helped you out of the rest of your clothes before capturing your mouth again. Soon he had guided you back towards the bed where the mattress bumped into the back of your legs.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
You fell back with him on top of you. He kicked your legs open so he could slide a thigh between them. Messily, he began to kiss across your face and down to the crook of your neck. You shivered. His hands spread over your breasts, teasing your nipples into peaks. All the while you couldn’t close your legs for relief.
“I’m coming, Y/N. I’ll take care of you.”
There wasn’t much he was going to have to do. His roaming fingers found you slick and sensitive already. You arched further towards his mouth as his fingers found your clit next. He knew you; knew every part of you. The spot hidden on your neck that made you hiss. Which breast was more sensitive to squeezing. How to scissor you open and how to curl. What to murmur against your skin to make you moan and whimper.
“Hold nothing back. This is all for you.”
Your nails raked down his biceps as you came. Knowing him, the night had barely started, and your eyelids were already drooping.
“Seth,” you gasped. You palmed at his length, urging him to you. “Need you.”
He did as you wished, shifting to stand between your legs. He watched with wide, dark eyes as your head fell back in bliss. You gave a soft whimper when he bottomed out. A quiet cry when you needed him to move. And a rasped shout when he slowly pulled out, just to slam home. He pushed further for a second, making sure to fill you completely. Then he began again. Over and over he made you shudder. You clawed down his back. There wasn’t space for a penny between your bodies. He twisted his hips, finding the spot that blurred your vision.
“Cum for me baby, please.” He reached down for your clit, stroking it until your walls seized his cock. “That’s it,” he cooed, stroking your hip, “I’ve got you.”
You could tell he was almost there himself. But something was holding him back. You pulled his face close enough that you could whisper.
“I forgive you.”
He gave a shout. You arched into the mini orgasm that his release caused.
When you both finally had better control of your muscles, you eased into the sheets. Seth pulled you close. The kiss was sweet. And thankful.
“I don’t know why you said that. Why you forgive me. All those nights I tried to call to say something. To-“
Note: Sorry this came out a week late. Something came up and I wasn’t able to finish it in time. It also turned out super fluffy, which I was not expecting. I hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know if you do, if you have an idea of your own, or if you’d like to be added to a tag list. (And if you’d like me to start a Dolph list.) Happy reading!
Naomi directed your attention to Jimmy and the group of guys presently screaming at this year’s Madden tournament. “We work with children.”
You snorted. “I just work with them. You’re actually married to one.” You shared a good-hearted giggle. You went back to discussing the changes coming to Total Divas and some plans for the days off. Just girl time. The gamers reacted again.
“Not to be that girl,” she said, sliding closer to you, “but when are you gonna get your man? You a beautiful woman, hun. Most of those guys are spoken for, but the others must be blind if they’re not checking on you.”
How could you tell her you already have one?
She read your face. “Who is it?” When you clenched your jaw into silence, she nudged your arm. “Don’t be like that. Spill.”
Still, you were nervous. “Promise you won’t judge?”
“Honey, I am married to one of the dorkiest men on the rosters. It can’t be that-“
“Dolph.”
“What now?” Here it came. “I figured you go for someone like… a bit…”
“Someone younger.” You nodded as she scrunched up her face in agreement. “That seems to be the general consensus, yes.” She spun her hand to tell you to continue. “I know he’s a little older than me… but for all his bluster and shallow charm in the ring… outside… with me? He’s got a maturity I haven’t been able to find before.”
Naomi sat back and focused on her phone again. “You do you, hun, but if he breaks your heart he better know I’m coming for his kneecaps. Right?”
“Oh. He knows.”
***
“Naomi has officially threatened your kneecaps,” you said, crawling into bed. Dolph chuckled while shedding his shirt. “Are you still sure you want to date me?”
He slid under the covers, just in his boxers. You both hummed into the kiss he gave you. “That makes how many threats now?” He started to count on his fingers. “Becky. Asuka. Nia. Ember. How’d she take not being the first to know? You know much she hates you ladies holding out on her.”
“What she doesn’t know won’t kill her. I’m surprised it took this long, with Becky’s usual spoiler-puns.” You snuggled into his chest. “How’d you do in Madden today?”
“Stupid Rollins.”
You giggled. “That well, huh?” As he turned off the side lamp, you had an idea. “Would you like to be the champion of something else?” He turned the light back on, making you squint.
“What did you have in mind?” Stradling his chest answered his question. “Don’t champions get to be on top?”
“Not if they want to lay back, relax, and enjoy the show?” To convince him, you shed your sleep shirt to show him your bare breasts. Due to your aversion to shorts, all that was left was your panties. “Any arguments so far?” He shook his head. “Good. Let me make you feel so good.”
Dolph gasped as you slid your hands across his pecks, then dragged your nails back down to his abs. They flexed under your touch, making you lick your lips. Patience. The massage wasn’t done yet. Next, you slid your hands up to his shoulder, kneading and squeezing out the knots you found. You continued down his arm and when you finished massaging his wrist and hand, you kissed his knuckles. A low groan rumbled in his throat as you sucked his middle finger in your mouth, for just a moment.
Beneath you, you could feel his body heating up and his length beginning to press into the hems of your underwear. Just a little more patience. You gave the same massage to the other arm, finishing it as before.
He swallowed. “Baby. Please.”
You grinned. “Haven’t even started and I’ve already got you begging.” You winked at him. “I’ll have to remember that.” Before he could retort, you let your head fall back and your hips to undulate as they willed. You whimpered as your own core temperature began to rise. Even warmer hands landed on your hips, guiding you to buck down onto Dolph. His fingers played with the elastic of your panties. It took some maneuvering, but soon they were removed.
The shift helped you get into position so you were facing his pelvis while your heat hovered in front of his face. You hissed when he bit at the globe of your ass. He gave a similar sound when you helped his cock spring onto his stomach and laved your tongue around the head. With a shudder, his body arched towards you. That was your cue. You bowed your body so he could watch you between your legs. His grip tightened on your thighs, spreading them wider. After messily kissing down his length, you began to swallow him down.
There was a soft pat as his head fell back into the pillows. Then a hungry hum right before he tugged your hips closer to his face. What was supposed to be something nice for him turned into a competition. He was working you up so fast. Sucking and humming in just the right places. Stroking his thumbs in circles against your skin. One grazed over your puckered hole, making you shiver. Distracted, you didn’t feel his other hand moving until a finger flicked over your clit. You pushed back onto the digit he curled into your slick, whimpering as you heard him suck it clean.
“Already dripping, baby,” he said with a smirk you could hear. “Are you gonna cum for me so quick?” He flattened his tongue against you. “Or are you going to make me work for it?”
You released his length with a pop, breathing in pants. “Don’t know. You’re the champion. What do you want?” You nipped at his stomach next to where his cock was laying. It twitched as his muscles contracted.
The answer you received was the slow devouring that made your eyes cross. You took him into your mouth again, trying to focus while he slid two fingers into our heat. They didn’t move much, but the micro curls were enough to keep you on edge. Once, twice you thought you were going to cum, but he backed off, leaving you shivering and whining around his cock. It probably would have gone on longer, but his length began to throb in your mouth. He pulled you closer to his face and off of him, groaning as you trailed off with your teeth. His fingers curled harshly, sending you toppling to one side as your body quaked.
Once you had caught your breath, you straddled his waist again, despite his soft protest. You sat as before, but sliding your sensitive lips back and forth across his length.
“Bet I could make you cum this way,” you teased.
“I know you could.” He pulled you forward to kiss at the underside of your neck. “But I want to cum inside you,” he whispered.
The stretch of him was always amazing. He never let you start by slamming down, no matter how much of your patience had run out. His large hands kept you still while he thrust an inch at a time. When you were fully seated, he reached up and palmed at your breasts, distracting you from adjusting. Lines of red welts rose up on his skin as you fought to hold your composure.
You made the first thrust. Already your mouth fell open and your eyes softly closed. You tried to control the pace, but your pace kept faltering. Dolph took over. Thrusting into you and circling his hips. He knew what to do to pull rasping screams from your lips. Again, his thumb was at your clit. Your body gave a shudder as you hurried closer to release.
“Dolph-“ you cried out as he slammed you down and pinned you in place.
“Yes, dear?”
You whined. “Please. Don’t tease. I’m so close.”
“Barely started and your begging already. I’ll have to remember that.”
“You bas-“ He cut you off with a thrust. Wiggling as best you could, you also contracted your walls around his cock. “I know you’re close too. I could taste it earlier.”
“Very true.”
The shriek caught in your throat as he set a brutal pace. You fell forward, one of your breasts right into Dolph’s waiting mouth where he could bite at the side. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. You couldn’t remember anything else.
Except for his name when you screamed it as you came.
Dolph followed after, muttering your name like a chant warded with curses. He pumped into you, filling you and murmuring words of praise.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Did so good making me feel good.” Helped you fall onto the bed and covered you with the sheets. “Best prize a champion could ever receive.”
For a minute, all you could do was breathe and listen to him gasping as well. You giggled. “Not bad for an old man.”
“Who’s old?” Dolph tugged you close and gave your ass a playful pat. “You best observe your elders, young whipper-snapper.”
“No. Don’t do that,” you said with a laugh. “Nothing so corny, please.” He laughed with you and rubbed your back.
“Y/N?” He paused, waiting for your hum, “I do… satisfy you. Right? I mean… you’re a brilliant, beautiful woman. You could have any of the other guys.” He hushed as you placed your finger on his lips.
“Maybe so. But nobody could make love to me like you do. You were young and stupid once,” you said, poking him in the ribs. “How long could you last then?” You arched your eyebrow when he opened his mouth to brag; he closed it again knowing you knew the truth. “And how long can you last now? Somedays I think you plan all morning what to do to me. It feels like hours compared to how fast you can make me cum.”
Dolph nodded. “Love watching you fall apart.”
“So much time and effort put into me. And that’s just the sex. You do it in just about every other aspect of our relationship too.” You let your arm hang over his stomach. “You make time for me. And keep it. That’s why I love you.”
When you didn’t hear a response, you looked up to check that he was okay.
“Dolph Ziggler… are you blushing?”
“Maybe.” He licked his lips and met your gaze. “How can I not when the love of my life it telling me why she loves me.” He groaned, “that sounded more self-centered than I had in mind.” With a grimace, his head fell back deeper into the pillows.
“Hey,” you fiddled your fingers against his skin, “I’m glad I can still make you blush. If you’d like, you can tell me why you love me.”
Prompt: “Can you do a demon king smut where he hasn’t been there for a while and his queen (reader) is starting to get upset and worry and he shows up and smut ensues?” – @riverdalehoeeeeeee
Pairing: Demon King Balor x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: language, SMUT, king kink (sorta?)
Word Count: 1270
Note: This is, like, hella intense. As in: I was in a special mood for the dramatic so hold onto your panties, ladies, we are ruined for the rest of the day. Couldn’t sleep for a while after writing this. Thanks for the request, dear. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Have fun, sinners!
“Finn needs his time, my Queen. And when he needs me, I have to be away.”
Some of his last words to you bounced back and forth in your head while you tossed and turned. You had known and understood their bargain when you married him. From time to time, Balor would be called to the surface for about a week, and you would do your best to keep Hell running like clockwork.
But this time was different.
He should have been home weeks ago. Whatever Finn had summoned him for, it must have been important.
What if he was conquered?
That was impossible. The Demon King had never been bested in combat.
There’s always a first time.
Had you still been mortal, the demon sending you thoughts would have been killed for such blasphemy. But you were Queen. No longer mortal, and no longer at risk for low-level doubt-senders. These were your own thoughts. They terrified you. They kept coming as your mind began to make a list of mortal and immortal enemies. The Beast. The Monster. The Undertaker. For the third, sightings had been few and he had never seemed interested in the Demon King.
“Hello, Y/N.”
You tried to jump from the bed, but he pinned you to it. There were new bruises on his torso. His eyes were still the bright cold blue.
“Balor!” Your arms were released and you wrapped them around his torso. “You were gone so long.”
He growled. “Wyatt was making trouble again. More than he could handle, as Finn and I have just proved.” He nuzzled into the hand you rested on his face. “I have missed you, ma grá.”
You pulled him down for a kiss that speckled across his whole face. He took it all with a contented sigh. The weight of weeks of battle collapsed on top of you as he let his arms relax. He gave you just enough space to breathe, but you felt it all the same. His muscles rippled as you trailed your fingertips across his skin. Any other day, night, or second that passed in the universe, or under any other circumstances, he would have raged at your question.
“Let me make you feel good?”
Softly, he kissed your forehead. “No.” He took a deep breath and fell to lay on his back. You curled into his side, half-draping yourself over him. He was home. He was safe. He was with you. “Y/N?”
“Yes, my king?”
He smiled. You always knew what he needed to hear. “How much time do I have to make up for.”
The game. You loved this game.
“Three weeks, my king.”
“No,” he drawled, unbelieving. “Tell me truthfully, my queen, how much time to I have to make up for? Take into account the spin of pain that makes Hell turn around.”
“Three years, my king.”
That was also wrong.
“Include all the tedious meetings and slowed seconds listening to them grovel at your feet.”
“A lifetime, Balor.”
You were getting warmer.
Turning to face you, he thumbed across your cheekbone. “How much time do I have to make up… to you?”
Your chance.
“Centuries. My love.”
With a growl, he once again crawled over you. This time his form was rigid and powerful. Energized.
“Then I best get started.”
Like the lip of a switch, he was not just the Demon King. His whole existence was focused on giving you pleasure so deep it made you unable to walk for a week. Or in Hell time… well, who gave a damn?
Your neck he attacked first. Through time he had found multiple places where you were sensitive. He knew which one to kiss to make you sigh. Which one to hum on to make you shiver. Which one to bite to make you scream. He visited each. Working you higher and higher until your thighs fell open for him. But he didn’t move any further south than your breasts, newly unveiled with the powers of the king. A whole new battlefield. Again, his teeth were his best weapon. Just feeling them against your skin was electrifying. Slight nips that grew to soft open-mouthed bites made you arch and moan his name.
The sheets below you were starting to get soaked.
“Please, love,” you whispered.
“I have centuries to make up, ma grá. Centuries that can’t be rushed.” He kissed down to your stomach, then back up to the valley of your breasts. “Do you disagree with my methods.”
“No, my king. But…” How to phrase it. One way to make him proud and move faster. Another… and make him unstoppable. “But centuries my love, I am not patient for.” You reached down for the apex of your thighs. His gaze followed or hand, watching to see how far you dared. You curled a finger into your heat. He grabbed your wrist and brought it to his face. His tongue darted out for a taste.
Rubies backlight with flames. That’s what his eyes flashed like. He growled and leaned down to press your noses together. “Would you dare?”
You lifted your finger to your lips and sucked what he had left. “I have.”
Unstoppable.
With a roar he grabbed your hips and slammed home, aided by your desperate dripping need. You screamed, making him laugh. Victims called his laughter chilling. But you, in his bed? You called it promising. He gave you no space to breathe, to speak, to meet him thrust for thrust. Your husband, your king, took the passion that had been absent for centuries and spent it all with each thrust. His teeth gnashed as his head tossed back. His nails dug into your skin. That you could return, by drawing long thin welts into this chest and stomach.
He grabbed behind your thighs and pressed your legs back to your chest. His thrusts were like arrows to the heart of you. He made it race and jump and skip a beat. You reached behind him, trying to pull him closer than what should have been physically possible.
“My queen, how much time do I have to make up for now?”
You could not answer. You were too busy screaming.
Balor felt your walls tightening. They pulled him in and stuttered his pace. Still, he kept on. You gasped as the first wave rolled over you. His growl caught in is throat but one hand let go of your leg and reached for your clit. You back bowed towards him and your toes cramped. Still, he kept on. The force of him drove you back to brace against the headboard. He shifted your thigh over his shoulder so he could brace too. Your arms were too weak, and he knew it. There was so much. Still, he kept on.
Unstoppable.
“My, qu-… my… Y/N!”
His body shivered and tensed as he held the apex of you against him. His release coated you and triggered a final wave. Your weak cry was nothing compared to the bliss blinding you.
Once again, his body collapsed onto yours. But this time he was relaxed past the point of thought. And so were you. He had just enough energy to clean you with a snap and to pull the covers over you.
“How much time now, my queen?” he panted. “How much time?”
“Just one more second, my love.” You pulled his arm over your hip and curled yours over his. “Hold me for just one more second.”
“Oh, ma grá,” he hummed, watching you fall asleep, “I can make one second last all night.”
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