Prompt: “Can I request a smutty imagine where the girl has Dolph and/or Finn over and she decides to give them a little show leading to some kitchen action?” – @mnrtw
Pairing: Dolph Ziggler x Reader (Y/N) [Just Dolph]
Warnings/Promises: food mention, risk of exhibitionism, oral (female receiving), choking (sorta but not really), pesky neighbors
Word Count: 1660
Note: This has probably one of my favorite endings. With all the Dolph fics I’m writing, I might have to start a tag list for him, if you guys want one. I hope you like this fic too. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Enjoy!
The smell of breakfast woke you up first. You opened your eyes and stretched, bringing yourself close to awake. Next, you heard the music. Soft. Dampened by the walls separating you from the source. It had an upbeat tempo, not so much to be annoying in the morning. You grabbed a button-up shirt from the floor and went to investigate.
Dolph was at the stove in his basketball shorts. His hair was mostly dry and hanging down his back. He hadn’t noticed you yet, so you stayed by the door and watched him. You couldn’t deny yourself a smile as he hummed along to the music.
“How long are you going to stare at me?” Dolph looked at you over his shoulder.
“As long as it takes. Just enjoying the view, sweetheart,” you added, echoing his usual phrase. Before you could hop up on a counter, he caged you in and caught you in a kiss.
“Good morning.”
“Mornin’.” You leaned into his chest, curling your arms between you. “You’re warm.”
“So was the bed, I imagine. If you had stayed there I was going to bring this to you.” He gestured at your favorites halfway set up on a tray. “When I got out of the shower, you were dead asleep. Thought I’d surprise you.”
“And make me miss seeing this?” His stomach muscles rippled under your touch. “Not for the world.” You held your breath as he tugged open the collar of the shirt just a bit.
“I can’t say I’m sorry for not hanging this up last night.”
You nodded in agreement. “You were a little… distracted.” You looked past him when something on the stove started to pop. “Shouldn’t you get that?”
“Let it burn.”
“No. I don’t want the fire department showing up like they did last time.”
Dolph turned off the stove.
His playlist switched over to a song you liked to dance to. Using the gap in his split attention, you backed him up where you had been standing. He stood still as you ran your hands up through your hair so he could get a good look at last night’s hickey on your neck. To the music, you brought your hands to the hem of the shirt. Turning, you revealed, just for a second, that you weren’t wearing anything underneath.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned.
“Perhaps.” The buttons were your focus next. You undid them top to bottom without rustling the fabric enough for it to open. Dolph finally moved forward and did that step for you. His gasp made you flush. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as he feathered his fingers over the swell of your breasts.
“Are we doing this here?”
“Do you think we’d make it to the bedroom if we’re not?”
“No.”
With a spin, you were stretched out across the island. The cool marble pebbled your breasts but that wasn’t what had your attention. Across the room, the sheer curtains waved slightly with the air conditioning. You could see the front yard and the street barely, but enough that if anyone on the outside look your way and squinted they were going to get quite the show.
“Dolph.” He hummed in response as he kissed the back of your neck. “Shouldn’t we close the blinds?”
He chuckled and kneeled. He flipped the bottom of his shirt over your ass and spread your cheeks. “I dunno. Do you want me to close them?” You hissed as he dragged his fingers down each side. Dolph kissed at the small of your back. “Do you?” A chill caught you as he removed his hands.
You reached back and grabbed at him. “No. Don’t leave.”
He hummed in triumph and breathed hot air over your folds. Since you were gripping your thighs together, he pulled them apart. You whimpered as he gave your lips a long, strong lick from bottom to top. His tongue delved deep. Tasting you in any fashion was Dolph’s favorite thing to do. It made you buck and scream and gush so he could have more. It also made you vocal. And expressive. There had been many bathroom and locker room escapades in front of the mirrors. If your face was contorted in bliss, then Dolph considered it a job well done.
His fingers curled into you. With his thumb then spreading your slick up to your clit, you tightened your grip on the sides of the counter. You whimpered stuttered out of your mouth as he sped up his movements. He scissored you open more, then curled roughly into the spot that never failed to make your legs quake. Dolph lapped hungrily at you. His hand splayed across your back the more you bucked and wriggled on the countertop. Your cries heightened in pitch until you couldn’t make sounds anymore.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dolph drank your dripping essence. “I hope you’re ready, Y/N. Need my second breakfast.”
“You are such a nerd,” you weakly chuffed.
Dolph stood. His cock pressed into your back and his hand wrapped around your throat. Pulling you back, he growled in your ear. “Tell anyone and I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life.”
“Not much of a preventive incentive.”
He stopped your giggle with thrusting his bulge into your ass. “You’re using some pretty big words, Y/N. Might have to give you a little of that today.” There was a soft pat as his shorts and boxers hit the floor. He rubbed his cock between your thighs and dropped his hand to your breasts.
Across the street, the front door opened. The new couple that had just moved in set out two baskets and carried a third. They walked to their neighbors on one side and knocked.
The stone was unforgiving under your fingernails as Dolph gave you small thrusts. It was a mistake to let your breathing too even. With a grunt that broke apart, he thrust hard one more time, bottoming out. He kneaded at your breasts and tugged at your nipples as he waited for your walls to adjust. You did your best to push back to meet him. Then it was all him. With Dolph, the only work you had to do was hang on. But with the stone slipping under your fingers and Dolph behind you out of reach, that was going to be difficult.
The neighbors walked back to their front step and picked up one of the baskets. They continued onto the house on their other side.
It was getting harder to breathe. He was fucking up into you with reckless abandon like he hadn’t felt you in weeks. Kisses to your neck and his hands on your breasts didn’t help. The pose you had on your tip-toes faltered as he dropped one hand to your clit. Dolph’s moans were getting more breathless. And louder. His pace stuttered.
Across the street, the neighbors had returned for the final basket. They looked both ways and started towards your front door.
“Baby.”
“Yeah?”
“We’re going to have to put this on hold.”
He rested his chin on your shoulder but didn’t stop. When he spotted the soon-to-be intruders, he gave you a series of slow hard thrusts that made you yelp. “No, we don’t.” Then he went back to his earlier pace and swirled his finger faster on your clit.
“They’re coming up the sidewalk!”
He leaned close to your ear. “Then we’d better finish, don’tcha think? Wouldn’t want to scare them with your scream when you cum. Might make them jealous.” He clamped a hand over your mouth as you came. He bit down on your shoulder to muffle his own sounds. He helped you fall to the floor.
The doorbell rang.
“Hello? Neighbors?” a sing-song voice called out.
Dolph sniggered. “We appear to have company.” Before you could stop him, he had snagged his basketball shorts and was on his way to the door. He opened the door with his signature smile, angling the door so the couldn’t see the kitchen. “Hi. You must be the new neighbors.” He paused. “Oh no, you weren’t interrupting anything. We were just making brunch. It’s our day off. Y/N will be along soon. Y/N?” he called.
That jerk. All you had was his shirt and his boxers. Muttering under your breath you put those on and evened your breathing on the way to the door.
The couple that stood before you looked like something out of a Hallmark movie. The wife saw you first. “Hi, you must be Y/N.”
No, I’m the babysitter. Dolph smirked beside you, knowing you were probably thinking something sassy. “Yep, that’s me. Pleased to meet you.” You took Dolph’s hand and squeezed it tight. He only flinched a little.
“You know,” she said, pulling you back into the conversation, “a cold compress on that bruise might help it go down a bit.” She nodded towards your neck.
You rushed to cover it. “Thank you. I didn’t even see it. We’re wrestlers so we’re both constantly bruised.”
Dolph nodded in agreement. “Barely feel them anymore.”
An awkward silence cut the air. Finally, the husband took his wife’s shoulder and reached his hand out to Dolph. “Well. We’ll let you guys get back to brunch and your off-day. Stay safe in the ring.”
“Will do.”
She handed you the basket. “Here, you are dear.”
“Oh yes, couldn’t let you guys leave without taking that. We’ll see you around.”
The husband dragged her away and tossed over his shoulder, “you’ll have to let us know when you’ve got a gig in town. I’m sure you guys put on quite the show.”
“Yes, quite the show,” Dolph added, gripping your ass. You elbowed him in the ribs and hastily shut the door. He pinned you to a wall that wasn’t in front of a window. When you were sure they were far enough away, you both burst into a fit of giggles.
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