Will is battling with a decision heading into All In
NSFW Minors DNI
“You’re making me nervous” I watch Will pace the floor the same way he’s been doing for weeks. “ I know love but…” pausing and looking far off into nothing. “You know what you have to do. You need to make peace with it. “ his eyes turned cold looking at me. “You’re not the one doing it.” his voice low and challenging. “ I never said I was. Who beside me and your fam, is important to you? It’s Kyle, not protecting him is the same as not protecting me. You love him, and he needs you to defend him in this situation. Don will take Kyle’s soul if you don’t do this.” Standing to walk towards him “That’s not fair“ his voice almost pleading for me to stop. “I know I’m being unfair, but Max has chased you half way around the world to prove a point. I swear before you say anything about Danielson that’s not on you. The same way Ibushi wasn’t on you. The fact that Danielson has the main event should ease your conscience.Maybe I’ve made you soft.” Brushing past him as I went to the kitchen I felt his eyes on me.
“Have you forgotten who the fuck I am Darling” his voice hard with an edge. “No, but I think you have. I fucked the man who beat down Leon Slater over Maloneys betrayal, I gagged on the cock of the man who beat Kenny Omega, I was railed by the man who destroyed Oku in front of Amira. So no I haven’t forgotten who the fuck you are but I haven’t met him in a minute.”
He was on me with lighting speed, his hand tilting my chin up, looking at him his other hand deciding between my throat and somewhere much lower as my back touched the kitchen counter. “Say it to my face.” his voice a predatory growl. “ I know the sick little fuck, that you try to hide Will. But you forget that I know, and I remember how good it is when he comes out to play. How satisfying it is in when you don’t hesitate, you don’t think, you just act and prove you are the best in the world.” Grabbing his free hand and guiding him “ Like I said, don’t hesitate.” With that he kissed me hard and hungry, biting my lower lip till I tasted a small drop of blood before his tongue licked it away, he picked me up and sat me on the counter my hands finding his ass as my I pulled him closer. His lips nipped and kissed my jaw as he got to my ear “Darling girl, you’re going to follow my instructions, or you’re going to pay in the most delicious ways for the way you’ve talked to me “ his lips hit the spot just below my ear causing me to moan his name. “Arms up” I thought briefly about disobedience but I knew better I liked this version of him and knew not to take it further. “There’s my girls as he lifted the tank top over my head.” Lavishing attention on my bare breasts. His mouth sucked and nipped at my delicate flesh while the other kneaded and pulled , the contrast of sensations making me slick. My hands in his hair holding him there as the sounds that fell from my lips urged him on. I whimpered when he pulled away “You’ll take what I give you, and it’s always more than you deserve.” His hands rough on my hips as he yanked my shorts and underwear down in one motion grabbing a chair and sitting in front of me. He put my ankles over the back of the chair as he eyed me, “You’re already dripping for me, so slick and pretty.” Before moving in his eyes flashed mischievously “Eyes on me, and you can come when I tell you.” His mouth went directly to my swollen clit pulling it in his mouth, I gripped the counter “ oh fuck Will” trying to move closer to him. “Don’t you’re not going to move, you’re going to let me have my fun.” As he slid two fingers in to my core as his mouth went back to work, everytime i was on the edge he’d move slightly, change the speed or the pressure, or bite the inside of my thigh. “What is that you were saying about me hesitating”! his fingers stopped ,he blew on my clit his breaths nearly breaking me. “Will please” I whimpered, “Hesitation gives you time to think to be one move ahead.” His fingers twisting in me “Go ahead and come for me, I know how badly you need it.” His mouth on me again, as I screamed his name desperately, wave after wave of pleasure as he didn’t let up , wringing every drop from me.
He stood kicking the chair, and wiping his chin taking off his shirt in one swift motion , as my hands went to the button of his jeans. His hands guiding my wrists to wrap around his neck, “ I know, I know but as talented as your mouth is it’s not what I want” as he dropped his jeans. He picked me up wrapping my legs around his hips as my back hit the kitchen wall. The tip of him teasing me, before kissing me as he slid inside. “Darling, eyes on me only on me.” He started moving slow and deep, “You’re going to kill me like this” he said as I squeezed him. “Don’t hesitate” my eyes not leaving his, he picked up the pace fast hard strokes leaving me clinging to as I took everything he was giving me. I felt my next orgasm building swift as he continued to pound into me hitting the spot over and over again. “I know, fuck your taking me so well. Don’t hesitate, don’t wait” knowing what he meant I came again, as his thrusts became erratic. I felt him twitch and he thrusts deep inside two more times before cradling me against him as rouse of his cum hit the deepest part of me.
“Love, you’re right, I know what I have to do Sunday.” my hands running through his hair soothing him. “I know you do Will, just don’t hesitate.”
contents: 21+, porn w/o a plot, smut (oral (f receiving), face sitting, lowkey praise-kink and dom!will, hair pulling), drug usage. no physical description of reader.
word count: 1.2k
a/n: im sorry but i cannot be normal about will's tweet about how he was born to smoke weed and eat pussy. like you cant put that in my head !!! now it's everyone's problem.
“C’mon love,” he growled, calloused fingertips biting into your thighs as he pulled you closer to him. You shuffle between his parted knees, pinching the joint between your fingers to pull from your lips. Will nestles his face into your sweatshirt, nosing the hem up. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout it, all day.”
A small haze filled the room as you exhaled, feeling the heat in your face, the swim of your head.
“Yeah?” You giggled as his hands rounded your ass, sliding under the material of your shorts.
“Yeah,” he mimicked, “missed ya,”
He kissed your lower belly and you passed him the joint, letting him pull a hand away to take it from you and then take a hit for himself. Smoke filtered in through the slips of afternoon sun pouring in through the windows.
You lowered to your knees on the floor, on the soft tuft of the rug, dropping onto his lap.
Will tilted his head back for another hit and you kissed at his chest, the gold chain resting on his collarbone, to his neck. His free hand crawled under your sweatshirt and you whimpered, curling into him.
Your arms wound around his neck and he held you against him as he stretched over you to place the joint in the ashtray. (It was ceramic, homemade, that said “42Ospreay” and he hated how much he loved it.)
“What’s got into ya, love?” His hands were on you instantly after, arms wrapping around your waist before pushing down at the back of your running shorts, the flimsy panties joining.
You breathed into his mouth. “Missed you too,”
Chin tilted towards yours, he pulled you into a kiss, swallowing the gasp that tempted your mouth when he pressed his fingers to your center through the material.
“Lil’ ol’ me, huh?” He teased lightly before you grumbled and brought your lips back to his.
His mouth sealed against yours – tongues swiping, lips dragging, your hips gently rocking against his palm as he pressed harder. Every nerve in your body began to rise on its edge, senses heightened with each hit from the joint you had taken.
Flames licked at your belly when he grabbed the back of your neck, holding you close as he broke the kiss.
“Want you on m’face,” he said, hair winding around his fingers.
Heat flushed through you, to the tips of your fingers, and you moaned against his mouth. “Fuck,”
“Yeah? Been thinkin’ ‘bout that sweet cunt, how you taste, how wet you get for me…”
He pressed harder on the seam of your shorts and your thighs that bracketed his lap shook with pleasure. The thrill crackled like lightning.
You were certain if he tugged the material to the side he would find you wet and wanting, aching. You weren’t going to deny him a moment between your legs – he would spend hours devouring you, making you cum on his tongue as stars danced across your eyes.
A pulse grew in your lower belly as his heavy breath fanned across your cheek.
“Please,” you finally said and he tugged on your hair, pulling your head back. A gasp left your throat at the sudden, sharp movement but it turned into a low purr when the pain subdued.
Eyes glazed over, lips wet, Will hummed. “Say it doll,”
“Please, want you to eat me out,”
“C’mon love, sit your pretty little self on my face.”
You scrambled to your feet, haphazardly shoving down your shorts, but before you’re able to tug your panties off, Will leaned forward and pressed his face into your mound.
“Oh fuck,” you cursed at his eagerness, at the contact of his hot mouth over the cotton just covering your clit.
Will’s hands rounded your thighs and pulled you into him. You shuffle forward and press your knees to the sofa, letting him guide you to hover over him. No moment wasted to bury his face into you. He inhaled deeply before dragging his tongue across a growing wet patch.
Your hips twitched and he nipped at your panties. “Such a needy little thing, you wanna cum on my tongue, yeah?”
“Yes, yes, please,” your tone grows desperate until he pulls the material to the side, the cool air of the room hitting your aching center, and his mouth follows.
A wide, firm stripe from your clit to your entrance then back up, circling your clit until wrapping his plump lips around it, a shaky moan tumbling out of your mouth.
“Fuck baby,” you whined, a hand dropping to play with his hair, fingers winding in curls. Eyes fluttered shut, all you could do was feel – and take everything he was giving you. His tongue was so slick and warm that it made you buck your hips against his mouth even though he was already nose deep against you.
Will didn’t let up, hands kneading at your ass, playing with the flimsy thong while his tongue reached every sensitive spot that he knew made your toes curl. The oversensitive nerves turned raw as his tongue lapped at your needy hole, nose against your clit.
“Fuck yes, fuck,” you shoot your other hand out, grabbing at the cushion to sink your nails into.
You could hear the slurp of his tongue, a mix of his spit and your arousal, and your head spun wildly.
“Want you like this forever, love.” Will said before flicking his tongue over your clit again, the tip caressing. “Taste so fucking good. Could live like this with my mouth on ya.”
If it was up to you, you wouldn’t let him stop either.
His beard scratched deliciously against your skin and you rocked back on his mouth, swiveling your hips while his tongue slid in and out of you. It made you realize just how wet you were – dripping down his chin, gliding across your thighs.
“Such a good fuckin’ girl,”
Your fingers tugged on his hair and a sharp groan left his mouth, vibrating your center that squeezed around nothing. As much as you craved his cock – the stretch of him inside of you – it felt glorious to fuck yourself against his mouth.
A hand dug into the cushion, you steadied yourself and grinded down on his tongue, listening to the wet click of his mouth against you that propelled you forward.
Every flick and drag of his tongue felt calculated, precise, like he knew everything about your body to get you there. Your ears began to ring, vision blurring at the edges as Will’s calloused fingers bit into your skin, digging deep to hold you down on his face.
“Fuck, fuck,”
“C’mon, make a fuckin’ mess for me,”
And you came with a cry of his name like it was the only thing you knew. Your thighs shook around his ears and Will’s hands clasped down on your thighs, forcing you even closer onto his face, if it was possible, and he let you ride out the high, lapping at your arousal until you gave out at his mouth.
Chest heaving, you stared at the wall, barely clinging to reality when you felt him shift, a sloppy, wet kiss to your thigh as he moved. Dazed, you let him grab at your waist to pull you back down and onto his lap, and he wrapped his arms around you.
“That satiate you?” Will asked jokingly, and despite your low energy, you managed a giggle.
“Oh baby, that was for you. I’m still waiting for you to fuck me properly.”
“Can’t say that shit to me, love,”
“But I do because I know you will take it as a challenge.”
He’s playing them and I need someone with the pen to understand how very important heel or tweener Will Ospreay is. The man has pure violence in him and he’s a nasty little shit when he lets it out and it’s so so satisfying.
Mox is not ready for the version that met Kenny Omega at the first forbidden door. He can’t fathom the break in Wills brain we are seeing it.
Callum wants violence he’s fixing to get the violence he saw Will inflict on Leon Slater over a betrayal that wasn’t even his to pay.
Even the brief face-off the week before their tdm still makes me feel toxic levels of derangement, four years later. “You want another match with The Hangman? You look at me when I’m talkin’ to you!” “Well fine, I’ll give you that, and let it serve as your punishment.” And this isn’t even getting into “And Cole, you’ve got a week. If I were you, I’d get my affairs in order.”
Out of all of Hangman’s exes, the shit he has going on with Adam Cole makes me want to chew on glass the most. Fuck. Fuuuuck.
There was nothing new with the game he suggested tonight, as I got ready for dinner. Jay let his silver watch show in the mirror, as he zipped up the back of my dress. “Ready?” his voice warm on the back of my neck, his fingers lingering as I nodded.
I went to the bar found myself a seat at the end of the bar watching the door. It was my favorite part, watching him walk in , the self assuredness , the ways eyes followed him the way the black suit fit. The way the soft light hit his softened features, an ease in his walk. He flicked his wrist as he walked the watch had changed and it was gold. Silver had meant I would approach him, and gold meant that he approaches me. A shiver of giddiness ran down my spine. I ordered a drink the warm hum of the crowd, the bar itself with its dark leather and fire to knock down the chill of the winter evening easing my nerves.
Watching him order the scotch , the way he gripped the glass was for me. He knew I loved his hands , the precision with which he did everything in his life. He was never rushed, this was on his time table, though it’d been months since he wore the gold watch. I watched over the bartenders shoulder as he made chit chat, Jay’s jaw shifted, his view now blocked. It didn’t matter that the conversation was about my drink and if I wanted another. I saw him move, and was beside me before I could answer. “The lady will have another on my tab.” his tone left no room for argument. The bartender turned and busied himself. He sits beside me one hand on my thigh possessively “ Drink up, we aren’t keeping our reservation.” I start to say I was looking forward to dinner, but he’s looking at me in away that shuts my mouth and causes heat to flood my body.
“I like the red nail polish” his other hand taking mine, the red nails intertwined against his tan skin. “That’s your pick up line.” I laugh “You really need to work on….” His mouth is next to my ear his words low enough for me “Oh sweet girl, that’s the most appropriate thing I could say. What I wanted to tell you was I can’t wait to watch those nails grip my cock, to claw my back, to run up my chest. That it’s been to long since I held them behind your back, above your head … Your drink is here.” he moves away. He glances over amused as I can’t decide whether to sip or take the drink in one long swallow. I take a sip, Jay’s eyes focused on me . “I’m good, let’s go.” he laughs and leaves cash on the bar.
“Did you like the change ?” he whispers on the walk back from the restaurant back up the steps of the porch of the cabin he rented. “I’ve been waiting” my fingers toying with the watch. “ My girl has been so patient with me these past months.” his lips are on mine. His hand on the back of my neck and one on my hip, pulling and guiding me. I feel the power of his hand the one broken so many months ago, the strength of his shoulder as he pulls me against him. I shiver, the cold and his warmth an intoxicating combination. “You’re cold” his voice full of concern pulling away taking off his suit jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “I’m” I started not wanting to lose this moment. “I’m taking care of you tonight. Inside we go” his hand on my lower back guiding me back to the cabin. “You know I hear you even when you’re quiet. Tonight I’m going to make sure you aren’t.” he opened the door ushering me into the one room cabin. The light and warmth from the fireplace welcoming us in .
The room had transformed soft shadows against the wall as the snow picked up outside the windows. Jay takes the jacket from my shoulders throwing it on the chair. He steps behind me his hands rub my shoulders placing kisses on my neck as he unzips the dress and lets it fall to the floor. He turns me back to him, my hands reaching to unbutton his shirt needing his skin on mine. He thrusts my hand above my head and pins me against the wall, my heart racing, absolutely pounding against my ribcage as he stares at me like I'm everything. I’ve missed this being completely at his mercy, and he's about to stake his claim.He presses against me as he holds his intense gaze. Holds my hand above me.”Not going to happen. I'm going to make you come.” I swallow, my body electrified. “Please” I whisper.
The tightness in his jaw loosens, and he relaxes, dipping his head down. He cups my cheek briefly, brushing my lips with his thumb before his hand skates down my throat and then encircles my breast.
"Perfect fucking perfect," he growls. It's low. His hand glides down my belly as he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and moaning, his tongue swirling against me. Claiming me with his lips. And then his fingers brush against my thighs, between my legs, against my-
"Fuck," I moan, my head falling back as his fingers find my clit. Rubbing and stroking. I rock my hips against him as he makes me feel fucking good.
"Mine," he rasps against my breast, his fingers sliding across my slit. "You need this as much as I do, don't you, sweet girl? Maybe more. “
"Mm-hmm," I mutter,rocking against him.
He lets my hand fall before flexing and wrapping his hand around my throat and claiming my lips again. He slips his finger inside me, capturing my moan in his mouth as his tongue circles mine. Desperate. Needy. Hungry. I’m all of these things for him. I dig my nails into his back as his finger pushes deeper inside, curling, pressing me in just the right spot. I grab his hand around my throat, pressing it against me as I hold on to dear life. It feels so damn good, starburst behind my eyelids, explosions all over my body.
"That's it," Jay growls against my lips. "Ride my fucking finger." I moan, watching him, gasping as he slides a second finger, stretching me.
"More," I beg. I nip at him as he pulls back slowly. "You don't have to beg me to cum. Don't beg me for doing my due diligence. I want you to cum. I'm begging you to cum.Because every one of your orgasms belong to me.”I grab his wrist, urging him to push deeper as I grind harder. I can't think straight. His beard brushes against my neck as he kisses me, slowly moving his lips lower. "You need my cock, sweet girl?"
"Jay," I moan as his thumb brushes my clit. “Tell me." He takes my nipple between his teeth, toying with it before taking it into his mouth.
"Fuuuck..." I moan as I clench his hair in my fist, still rocking my hips as he slides his fingers in and out. Again and again. My legs are shaking.
"I need” I can't complete a sentence. I'm taking shuddering breaths, uttering complete nonsense as Jay’s fingers work their magic. His lips move lower and lower, down my sternum and against my belly. Jay lets out a guttural sound that reverberates throughout my body as he slides his fingers out of me.
I open my mouth to protest, but it gets lost in my throat as Jay drops down in front of me, gripping my thighs roughly, spreading them apart as she shoves his face into my sex. I thrust my hands through his hair and cling to him for dear life.
Noises and words I'm not proud of flow from my lips as Jay’s work against me. His tongue, swirling over my clit. He shoves my left leg up, hooking it over his shoulder as he growls and moans . I feel every vibration from his chest and throat on my pussy as he continues.
"Fuck," he rasps, breaking free momentarily before diving right back in, his mouth latching onto my clit, sucking so hard I'm seeing stars.
"So fucking good, my good fucking girl." And then he's back on me. My hands don't leave his hair. “Pull it harder” and I do it’s the only thing tethering me to earth right now as my orgasm builds. He moans as I pull at the bun needing him to look as undone as I am. "Come for me, sweet girl. Come..." I can't even comprehend anything else as I orgasm. Wave after wave. Pulse after pulse. It doesn't end, and he keeps going. By the time I come back to reality, I realize I'm in his arms being carried and drops me on the bed.
He’s always looked at me on these nights like his prey, staring , accessing me. His hands move to unbutton the black shirt unhurried, knowing I’m watching him. He smiles knowing that my eyes don’t leave his hands. “My girl spread out for me, almost ready to beg me to hurry up to fuck her half dressed. That she’s ready to drench my cock.” I whimper under his words. “ That you need to be fucked, that you haven’t come the way you’ve needed to in months. That’s right I know the difference I know exactly what you need.” He drops his shirt pulling me to the edge of the bed spreading my legs wide, watching as my hands resist the urge to rub my clit. “ You want to play for me don’t you. Play with that pretty pussy. While I watch, growing harder under your gaze till I can’t stand it and I fill you so full give you what you need. To ruin you, to claim you to own you.” I whimper at the last word.
He rubs his hand over the front of his trousers taking the belt off discarding the rest of his clothing before climbing on the bed. “So wet” as he rubs his cock with my wetness. He eases into me always easy at first no matter how ready I am no matter how desperate I am for him to own me. “ Sweet girl, stay with me I need you to watch me. I need you to be with me.” He pushes my legs wideer and withdraws and thrusts harder. I clench and moan as he does this over and over. Moving me up the bed, he’s claiming me in a way he hasn’t in months. He holds himself on one arm above me as I close my eyes, his hand grazes my throat and my eyes open. “So full” he stops letting me enjoy him being that deep that connection I begin to flutter milking his cock, my heels digging into his ass. “Trying to make me come before you, my girl knows better.” His hand leaves my throat and goes to my clit rubbing it until all that falls from my mouth is whimpers and moans. “Jay it’s to much, Jay fuck …” the words cut off and I’m a series of gasps and breathes as my body takes over, focusing on his face my legs begin to shake and the pressure feels so good as he begins to move hitting the spot over and over, until I’m over the edge giving it all to him drenching his cock. He picks up the pace driving in deeper using all of my wetness to chase his own release as my legs tremble again, “That’s it sweet girl, come again come with me. Let me hear you” I scream his name as I feel him let go buried deep inside our releases combining. He kisses me as he drives into me, my body pulling everything from him. He collapses on me burying himself in my neck, my hands rubbing the marks on his back. He rolls off of me pulling me into him holding me with his full strength. As i struggle to remember how to breathe again.
