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Warning: smut, sex in an secure enviroment, dominace, oral sex, sex, penetration, cum, fingering, language, sexual content
A fanfiction with Cody Rhodes and a female massage therapist (Y/N) After his injuries at WrestleMania 42 he needs special care - only you can help him.
The first time I saw him outside of the ring, he looked nothing like a champion.
I had expected an expensive suit, cameras, people following him around, maybe a bodyguard. But instead, he was walking into the clinic wearing a black hoodie, dark blue sweatpants and sunglasses even though it was raining on this day in April.
It was a few days, maybe a week after WrestleMania and the weather in Atlanta had been miserable all week. Grey skies, wet streets, the smell of concrete filled the air.
He pulled his hood down as soon as the door behind him closed. I looked at him. I already knew he was coming. I read it on my schedule.
After my studies, I immediately started working in this private clinic as a physiotherapist and massage therapist. I loved my job.
His left eye was still bruised, yellow and purple around the edges. There was a healing cut near his eyebrow. His hair was damp from the rain, darker and longer looking than a week ago on tv. It was even slightly curling at the ends. He looked cute. Tired.
“Cody Garrett Runnels Rhodes?” I asked, already knowing that it was him.
His mouth twitched like he wanted to smile.
“Guess that’s me, but let’s stay with Cody.”
I nodded. “My name is Y/N, I am going to work with you for the next days, maybe weeks.“
I looked down at the chart in my hands.
Three cracked ribs. Partially torn shoulder. Neck strain. Severe muscle tension. I took a deep breath and looked at him. “We are gonna spend a lot of time together, Cody.” His blue eyes glanced in my direction. “I’m looking forward to do so.”
The clinic was quiet that afternoon. Soft music somewhere in the background. Dimmed lights. It looked more like a spa and not like a hospital or a medical room. The smell of eucalyptus and clean towels in the air made it easier to relax a little. The rain tapping against the windows made it even cozier.
“I will bring you to your room and then we can start with your first massage if you are ready.” I said while looking for the key to his room on my desk.
“Sounds like a plan.” He answered with a soft smile.
I found the keys and started to head to the elevator. With slow steps he followed me. I looked over at him. The bruise, the cut, the exhaustion sitting heavy under his eyes. And somehow, despite all of it, he was still devastating. Not polished but raw and handsome.
He stayed quiet in the elevator. He leaned back against the mirrored wall behind him, his head tilted for a second like he was trying not to fall asleep standing up.
“Long week?” I asked quietly. One corner of his mouth lifted. “Long month.”
The elevator doors opened on the second floor. His room was at the end of the hallway. I unlocked the door and stepped aside so he could walk in first.
The room was comfortable. Beige walls, plants, nicely done bed and a big window. The rain was loud and the whole room looked like a hotel suite. The only difference was the massage table near the window.
Cody looked around. “This is nicer than most hotels I stay in.”
“You say that you stay in bad hotels?” I joked.
He laughed softly and shrugged. “Apparently.”
We were silent for some seconds…“Do you want water, Cody?” I asked.
He nodded gently. “That would be nice.”
I handed him a bottle from the small fridge near the counter. His finger brushed mine when he took it. His hands were warm. I hated that I noticed.
“Alright.” I said, trying to stay professional while looking down on the chart in my hands again. “For today I mostly want you to tell me where it hurts the most and see how much pressure you can handle.”
His eyes stayed on me while he unscrewed the bottle of water.
“That sounds vaguely threatening.” He huffed out a quiet laugh and sat down on the edge of the massage table. Even that seemed to hurt.
His jaw tightened for a second. His shoulders tensed.
I eyeballed him and collected my thoughts. “I have to get everything for your first massage. I will be back in about ten minutes. You can just stay here and relax a little.” I spoke while heading to the door.
I left the room and took a deep breath. The door closed behind me, and I could feel my knees shaking a little. Why was I so nervous? I mean yes, he was a celebrity, but I met famous athletes before due to my job. But he was different. He was making me feel…things. I tried to shake the thoughts off. I went back to my office and grabbed everything I needed for the massage. One big towel, two small towels, warm almond oil with a nice lavender scent and a wooden massage tool. I took a sip of my already cold tea and tried to ease myself. I had to stay professional. I couldn’t risk losing my job or to get a complaint from a client. Especially not a complaint from Cody Rhodes.
I took a deep breath and headed back to his room. I knocked.
Cody opened the door. He had taken off his hoodie. His body looked jacked in his shirt and I couldn’t help but stare for a second.
I walked over to stand in front of him. “Where does it hurt the most?”
He looked at me for a second, then down at his own body like he was deciding where to start. “My shoulder.” He whispered. “Neck, ribs, back.” He continued.
“Everything?” I asked calmly.
I nodded and wrote something down on his chart.
“Okay, Cody. I need you to take off your shirt for me.”
For the first time since he had arrived, he looked uncomfortable. Slowly he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head with obvious effort. He hissed under his breath halfway through it.
God. His body looked worse than anything I had ever seen.
Dark bruises stretched across his ribs and lower stomach, yellow, purple, green, fading into blue. His right shoulder was taped. There were several scratches near his chest and collarbone almost healed.
“You weren’t kidding.” I murmured.
His eyes flicked back up to mine. “I know, I look terrible.” He rasped looking almost ashamed.
I gently shook my head. “You don’t look terrible.”
He held my gaze for a second too long.
“Lie down for me.” I said after a moment.
He shifted onto the massage table, every movement stiff. He laid on his stomach with his head facing the floor.
I washed my hands in the small sink near the counter and reached for the massage oil.
I stepped closer. I could smell his cologne through the lavender scent of the oil. It smelled expensive. Clean. Masculine. I took a big breath through my nose.
“You can tell me if something hurts too much or feels uncomfortable.” I said with a calm voice.
I poured a little oil between my hands, warming it between my palms before placing them carefully against his shoulders. He went completely still underneath me. Tense. Hard as stone. He let out a slow and shaky breath.
I slowly moved my hands lower, careful around the bruises on his shoulder blades and ribs. His body was warm, his skin smooth in some places, rough in others where old scars stretched over his back and shoulders. I could feel every tense muscle under my palms, every knot, every place where he carried too much stress.
“You are worse than stone.” I murmured.
A quiet laugh escaped him. “Worse than The Rock?”
I stopped the massage and looked at him. I laughed. “You are funny.” I stated sarcastically.
“Sorry.” He whispered with a chuckle.
I placed my hands back on his shoulder, pressed my thumbs a little deeper into the muscles near his neck.
He hissed through his teeth.
“Sorry.” I said, knowing he was in pain.
“Don’t be.” He let out a deep breath. “Hurts just right.”
The rain outside grew louder for a moment, tapping against the window near us. I moved one hand across his shoulder, the other resting lightly against the middle of his back to steady him. He was still tense. Not as bad as before but still tense.
“Try to relax.” I said quietly.
I couldn’t help the soft laugh that slipped out of me. “No, you are not, Cody.”
“You are literally flexing every muscle in your body right now.” I answered.
For a second, he stayed quiet underneath me. Then, his head still looking down on the floor he mumbled. “You make me nervous.”
My hands stopped moving. I swallowed before forcing myself to keep going. “Why?”
He let out a breath and tilted his head. He turned to me and looked in my, now panicking, eyes. “Because I can tell what you are thinking when you look at me like you have since I arrived.
My stomach flipped. “What do you think I’m thinking?”
He turned his head a little more. His eyes moved over my face before they dropped to my mouth for a second.
“That you want me.” He stated.
The words settled heavy between us. My fingers froze.
The rain outside filled the silence between us.
I didn’t know what to answer. I felt my heartbeat in my throat.
He was right. His eyes stayed on mine.
I looked away first. Stepped away from the massage table. His eyes followed me calmly.
“You cannot say things like that, Cody.” I stuttered.
“Why not, Y/N?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
I tilted my head and looked at him again. “Because…because you make it very hard for me to stay professional right now.”
He stared at me. His blue eyes locked me and looked darker than before.
“That bad?” he asked with a slow smile at the corner of his mouth.
I hated how soft my voice sounded. “You have no idea.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth again and this time, they stayed there.
He lifted his body and sat up on the massage table, his legs slightly spread. I was still standing in the middle of the room. Without thinking about it my feet started moving on their own. Step by step I was getting closer to him.
I was now standing between his legs, far enough so we didn’t touch but close enough to feel the obvious tension.
The massage table was high enough that now, with him sitting on it and me standing in front of him, we were almost at eye level.
I felt his warm and deep breaths against my face. Goosebumps formed on my body, I couldn’t believe what I was doing, was I really about to break the distance between us?
Cody broke the silence. “You gonna kiss me or keep staring at me like this?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
My eyes dropped to his lips again.
“Yeah…” he murmured, almost to himself.
My hand moved to his jaw, my fingers brushing over the edge of his skin.
He inhaled sharply. “Careful.” He whispered.
I didn’t know if he meant me or himself. I leaned in anyway. I exhaled softly, noticing I could feel the warmth of his whole body against mine.
He leaned in too, our noses touching gently. Then I closed the distance. I kissed him. It was hesitant for a second, just lips slightly testing each other.
His hands found my waist instantly, pulling me closer against his naked upper body. I stabilized myself by holding onto his broad shoulders, when suddenly his grip tensed. I pulled back immediately. “Cody – I am so sorry, I…” I began to stutter nervously.
“I’m fine.” He breathed, forehead resting against mine.
He kissed me again, this time like he had been starving for it. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as his hands wandered down to the waistband of my pants, his fingers sliding underneath just enough to pull my shirt loose. Then he tugged it over my head and on the floor. His blue eyes moved over me, taking the sight of me in my bra before his hands reached for me again. He found the clasp of it and opened it. It dropped on the floor.
I inhaled nervously. He leaned back just enough to look at me properly. Then he pulled me closer to him again, our naked upper bodies finally rubbing against each other. His warm and slightly oily body against mine felt like a dream coming true. I couldn’t believe it. My hard nipples brushed over his chest hair, leaving a tingly feeling. I moaned quietly.
He began to kiss my lips again. While the crushing continued, he managed to pull down my pants. I smiled while his lips were pressing against mine and I stopped the kiss.
I stepped back to get out my slippers, my socks and finally my pants.
It felt natural, standing in front of him like that. I was left with nothing but my black thong.
He bit his bottom lip and with a small movement he stood up from the massage table, making it clear he was so much taller than me. I looked up to him as he got closer. His hands reached out for my waist again, pulling me against his body. I could feel how hard he was through his sweatpants. I melted into him, my hands sliding down to his stomach, then further to his bulge. I tried to get rid of the sweatpants, but my hands were shaking a little too much. His hands wandered down to mine and helped me. He tossed his pants on the floor.
Both in black underwear, we stood there. He kissed me quickly and pushed me further in one direction. I stumbled back until the back of my legs hit the bed. I lost my balance and fell onto it. The mattress gave in beneath me and caught me softly.
With dark eyes, standing in front of me, he looked at me with hungry eyes. Cody bent over me, his hands sliding to my hips before hooking the waistband of the thong and pulling it down, slow and deliberate.
His big hands around my thong did something with me. He gripped his strong fingers around the fabric and then tossed it on the floor.
He kneeled on the floor, grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.
I could feel his breathing against my pussy as he began to kiss my inner thighs. “Fuck.” I whispered to myself. His tongue wandered around everywhere but the part I needed him the most. He was playing with me. He knew exactly what he was doing. He moved controlled, making no effort to hide that he was teasing me. He looked up – our eyes met. “I want you to beg for it.” He murmured with a dangerously low voice.
I hated him for that. For the way he looked at me. For the way he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“Cody…” I whispered, my fingers tightening the sheets.
His lips brushed over my skin again, close enough to drive me insane, but never quite where I needed him.
I shook my head weakly, my chest rising and falling too fast.
He huffed out a quiet laugh against my skin. “Come on,” he said softly. “You can do better than that.”
His hands tightened on my thighs, holding me exactly where he wanted me, keeping me from moving closer. Keeping me right there. Waiting.
“You’re mean,” I breathed.
“Yeah?” he grunted, finally lifting his head just enough to look at me again. “And yet you look like you are enjoying what I am doing to you.”
I swallowed hard. He was right. I was.
“Please…lick my pussy, Cody” I finally begged.
“There it is,” he purred.
My head fell back on the bed as his tongue finally stroked across my clit. It felt messy and almost passionate. His tongue circled my clit and some frantic sucks in between made me moan louder and louder.
Codys fingers found their way to my cunt too. He began to touch me gently. I longed for his finger to penetrate me but again he stopped only millimetres away from me. “Say it.” He commanded.
With desperate eyes I looked at him. “Please, Cody.” I whined again.
“Please what?” he replied.
I swallowed again. He was watching me, every reaction, every movement.
“Please finger me, Cody.” I whimpered.
A smirk formed on his beautiful face. “Good girl.” He said as he pushed his middle and index finger deep inside my wetness.
“Already so wet for me, that’s my girl.” He praised.
While he fingered me precisely, he began to lick me again too. The combination was everything I longed for since I knew he was on my schedule. Pleasure rushed through me, overwhelming and impossible to control. It built and built until – it finally broke. My orgasm rolled through me like a wave of heat. “Fuck! Cody! I am cumming!” I screamed in lust.
He kept the pace until my body finally relaxed again. “Just like that for me. You are making me so hard.” He looked down to his boxershorts. The big bulge was obvious and when I looked closer, I could see a hint of precum on the black fabric.
He pulled out his big, hard cock and began to stroke it gently.
His body tensed, the bruises all over him made the whole picture bizarre but in a hot way. I crawled on the top of the bed, giving him some space to kneel behind me. My hands pressed into the mattress as I moved onto all fours, my breath uneven as I felt him getting closer behind me. He pressed his dick against my ass but didn’t penetrate me yet.
I circled my hips and ached for his big cock. I was waiting, when I realized what he was waiting for.
I looked over my shoulder. He was eyeballing me and waiting for me to beg for him again.
I jiggled my ass slightly and teased him a little. “Please, Cody. I want you to fuck me so bad.”
“That’s my girl…earning every inch.”
I felt my pussy getting even wetter. With both of his hands, he grabbed my ass and held me. His hard cock found my hole, and he began to pound me. I could tell he was in pain, but his lust and his want was bigger. His pace fastened. His big cock filled me out completely and it felt like he was made for me. I tried to steady myself by holding onto the pillow under my hands, but his thrusts were so powerful that I could barely hold myself. He moved deeper with every push and the rhythm fastened.
I felt it. He was about to cum. “Yes, Cody. Cum for me.”
That was it. He tightened his grip on my ass, leaving marks of his fingernails on my skin. With a loud moan he filled my pussy with his warm cum. He lost control and a groan escaped him as he finally let go completely. His breath came uneven as the moment took over.
Exhausted he slipped out of me. His cum ran down my leg. Cody, dizzy from fucking me, stood up and took on of the towels on the massage table and handed it to me. I took it and put it between my legs.
The rain outside was still tapping against the window but everything else had slowed down. Regret set in. What have I done. I was at work. “This…” I started, with desperation and a little shame in my eyes. “This is definitely not the treatment plan.”
A low laugh left him. “Well.” He shrugged lightly. “I am feeling a lot better now.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really, is that so?”
He smiled. “Yeah, I don’t think I need that massage anymore. This treatment is way better.”
I couldn’t help it and laughed softly. “That’s not how it works, Cody.”
We looked at each other. I knew it meant trouble what I was about to say but I couldn’t stop myself. “Maybe this special treatment is compatible with massages and physiotherapy.”
He nodded. “We should definitely find out if that works.”
I stood up, still feeling traces of his cum on my leg. I grabbed my clothes and put them on, he was still watching me, naked, looking like a God.
“Well, Mr. Rhodes. Tomorrow at nine o`clock is your next appointment.” I said sarcastically while heading to the door.
“I will be here.” He said with a small smirk.
I took a last look. His body was addicting. I wanted him so bad, but I knew I had to behave and wait for tomorrow. I knew he was worth the wait. I left and as the door closed behind me a quiet anticipation settled in my chest.
The next few days were going to be fun…
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