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Life was funny sometimes. You thought you were on top of the world a year ago, signing a new lease for your dream apartment. Downtown perfection with a beautiful kitchen, and a balcony that you dreamed of spending summer nights sitting on.
Losing your job had derailed your dreams. You weren’t sure how you were going to pay your bills, to afford your new apartment. Darkness started creeping into the corners of your life, and you had no idea what came next.
There was a sliver of luck—in the form of your best friend. She told you of a job opening, and before you knew it, you were backstage at AEW for your first night as the new make-up artist.
A new job always changed things, but you never expected your life to change like this. There was no going back to before, no matter what the outcome was. You were different now, seeing things in a different hue now, knowing nothing else in your life ever compared to this.
No other man would compare to him.
He was here, in your city, visiting you. As great as the relationship was, neither of you mentioned the idea of moving. The distance was hard, but it helped that work allowed you both to see each other frequently.
He flew in the day before, and you had spent the entire day in your bedroom. Tonight, he made reservations at a little restaurant the two of you had discovered together on a previous visit.
You enjoyed the wine, the flirty banter, and being here with him. The night was nearly perfect, full of you lost in your own little world—until your ex had spotted you across the restaurant.
It was awkward, the way your ex had stood there, talking your ear off. You had stood to be polite, trying to offer a friendly hug. Though, his arms held onto you longer than you liked. He had finally walked away after a few moments, and the wonderful, blissful bubble you were in had popped.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, grabbing a handful of your hair. The mood of the night had changed, though you weren’t complaining. From the way your boyfriend shifted in his seat in the restaurant, you knew he was annoyed with the interruption. The way your ex hugged you, kept looking at you.
He was jealous. You had never seen him jealous before, but from where you were on your knees, you weren’t complaining. His cock was shoved down your throat as he fucked your face, lewd groans falling from his lips.
“You love sucking my cock, don’t you, baby? Can’t get enough of my dick.” You moaned around him, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at him in agreement. You did love sucking his cock.
“That’s it, filthy girl, take my fucking cock.” He grunted, thrusting forward roughly as tears filled the corner of your eyes. He held himself there, right at the back of your throat. “That’s it, baby. Relax that throat for me. My filthy little cocksucker.”
You moaned, feeling wetness pool between your legs. He already reprimanded you once for rubbing your thighs together to ease some of the ache. He wanted you wet, aching for him.
“Fuck,” he grunted, letting go of your hair as he gently cupped your face. “You’re so good to me, baby. You take me so fucking well.” He groaned, praising you by name as he came down your throat.
He pulled himself from your mouth, using his thumb to wipe away drool that dripped down. He didn’t speak as he helped you to your feet, leading you over to the bed. He dropped to his knees in front of the bed, hands massaging your aching knees.
“You don’t need to be jealous.” You spoke after a minute, looking at him.
“You’re mine, and nobody else can have you.”
You smiled, reaching forward to run your thumb over his cheek. “Yeah, I am. I love you, and nothing will ever change that.”
He grinned at you, rising back to his feet. He pressed his lips against yours before laying you down on the bed, settling between your legs. You could feel his hot breath against you, and you whined at the sensation.
“Look at you, baby. You’re a wet little mess, ain’t ya?” He chuckled once, blowing against you, as mewls spilled from you. Little pleas for him to do something to ease the ache. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make you come so many times you forget about anyone else.”
Hey! So, I have two requests just sitting in my inbox, collecting dust due to the worst case of writer's block whenever I look at them. I'm sorry to the wonderful people who requested them, and I promise that they will be coming as soon as I can. That said, I am semi-opening requests again. I am limiting it to 3 or 4 depending how fast they come in. My hope is while working on something new, I find inspiration for the others!
“Look at you, little dove, all stretched out and trembling for me.” Chuck watched as his cock slowly worked into your ass. Your sweet little ass that he had been obsessed with. It was gorgeous, globes perfectly fitting in the palm of his hand. He loved the way it felt, the way it reddened under the smacking of his hand. The way whimpers and whines spilled from your lips each time he did spank you. Though, nothing compared to how damn good it felt to be inside of it. He loved fucking you in the ass, knowing it wasn’t something the two of you did frequently.
Your body trembled under him as he thrusted at a steady and slow pace. Your fingers were gripping the sheets, chanting his name. He could feel the way your wetness dripped, knowing you was loving this as much as he was. “So fucking beautiful, little dove,” he praised, hips thrusting forward. “Wish you could see how pretty your ass looks stretched out by my cock. How good you look right now, baby.” You were his good girl, after all. His darling girl, so sweet to and for him. He loved reminding you of it, just like how he loved to remind you of the times you were misbehaving. As sweet as you could be, he knew you could also be a brat, his naughty little slut that loved to break the rules.
“You look so filthy, baby, but still beautiful. You’re a mess underneath me, just laying there and taking it.” Face down, ass up. You really were a vision. One hand held your ass, the other comfortably held your waist as he began to pick up the pace. “So fucking tight. You’re so good for me, little dove. Giving me these little holes to fuck and dump my cum in.” He praised, listening to the way your breath hitched as you moaned at his words. Fuck. He loved you, his dirty girl got off at the filthy things he said. You loved it. “This one is becoming my favorite though. You don’t get too mouthy with me when I’m stuffing my cock into your ass, do you, baby?” You were mouthy all other times, but when you were being fucked like this, you were a mess of whines and need.
He fucking loved it.
“S…so good,” you whimpered dreamily, pussy dripping as he rocked further into your ass. “Love it. Love your cock anywhere.” He grinned at that, loving how he made a mess of you. The way your brain was fuzzy and fucked out, his cock-drunk girl. Usually, you held all the power over him. He was putty in the palm of your hand, knowing there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do if you asked. But right here? Right now? It was all him.
“I know you do. You were made for me, baby. Made to take this cock in these holes.” He loved the way your breathy moans followed his words. He just loved you, inside and out. He’d never understand how he got so lucky with you, but he wasn’t about to start questioning it. He thrusted a bit harder, a yelp spilling from you. He paused instantly but found your hands gripping the sheet. A telltale sign that you liked it.
You sensed his hesitation, turning your head to look at him. “I’m okay. Please don’t stop.” Love reflected in your eyes, and he just smiled at you. Fuck, you really were perfect for him. So, he did it again. And again. The little yelps started bleeding into moans, your body shaking on his cock as he found the perfect spot, the perfect angle.
“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy more, please!” You begged so prettily as his balls slapped against your clit, sticky with your arousal. Over and over, he gave it to you, making you sob out in pleasure while he took you. The perfect match, he knew they’d always be.
“That’s it… fuck, you always feel so good for me, don’t you, angel?” Wheeler’s voice was soft and tender, warmth filling his words and heating your skin. You loved knowing how good you made him feel. He always made you feel good, after all. “Fuck.” He grunted, lips moving against yours as he slowly thrust into you. His fingers gripping at your hips, pulling you in closer against him. You felt him surround you, clinging to the air around you. Pleasure rolled through your system with each thrust, filling you to the brim.
The moment his eyes opened, he reached for you, mumbling in your ear how weak he was for the sight of you in his bed wearing his shirt. Not that you were complaining, no that was information you were storing away for the next time you spent the night in his apartment. The early morning sun bled through the curtains as his lips found yours, your hands in his silky hair.
It was a hell of a way to wake up.
“So good,” you whispered, voice tired but full of pleasure. You glanced at him, drinking in the sight of him first thing in the morning. You liked it. A lot. Staying the night at his place had been newer, but a good step, nonetheless. Your heart was so wrapped around this man. Falling for him was easy for you, as natural as breathing. You couldn’t stop it even if you tried. Before you realized it, you had real feelings for him, hoping to find a future there with him.
Not that you were letting your heart get ahead of itself. Though, the way he looked at you sometimes had you wondering if he saw that future too. You hoped so.
“Yeah?” He questioned; lips turned up in a smirk.
You nodded, low whimper in your throat. “Never want it to stop.”
He hummed, the sound was low and rumbly. “Is that so, baby?” He questioned, kissing you once more. “I know how much you love my cock, my pretty angel. Get so greedy, can’t ever say no to bein’ filled up, can you?” You whimpered at his dirty words, eyes fluttering close. Despite how dirty his words could be, his voice was still full of adoration, a sweetness you never got tired of.
“Mm, never. Feels too damn good.” You mumbled, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him in deeper with a breathy moan. One hand left your hip as he reached up, tilting your face back to look at you. “Love your cock, Wheeler.” You spoke, as he grinned at that, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip before leaning forward to kiss you with a gentleness that was opposite of the way he roughly grounded his hips against yours.
“Good girl,” he whispered as you moaned, hands gripping at his shoulders. “So fucking good for me, angel. Feel so damn good around me. I’m addicted to you too, baby. Never going to stop.”
He loves touching you after sex. There is a needy, clingy part of him that needs that contact, that assurance that you’re okay. Especially when he is rougher with you. He loves to lay in the tub with you, your wet, naked body pressed against his. The warm water mixed with the scents of bath salts and you is soothing to him. Otherwise, just snuggles under a blanket is usually good for him.
b – body part – [ their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s ]
His chest. Right after the two of you started dating, you had dozed during a movie, head resting on his chest. Since then, he loves moments when you are laying against him, head pressed against his chest. He loves holding you, feeling you safely tucked against him. On you? Your legs. He loves glimpses of your legs in dresses, or whatever you wear. Nothing beats when you wrap your legs around him though, pulling him closer to you.
c – cum – [ anything to do with cum ]
He has a breeding kink for sure, loving to come inside of your pussy. During oral, he’ll come in your mouth but rather have you pull off so he can fuck you.
d – dirty secret – [ pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs ]
He has the control in the bedroom but loves when you are bossy. He loves the flicker of dominance that comes from you when you start demanding things. He also loves when you are on top of him, using his body for your pleasure. He hasn’t yet, but he’d submit to you for a night or so if you ever asked to switch.
e – experience – [ how experienced are they, do they know what they're doing ? ]
With only a few partners before you, he questioned his experience at first. Especially if you were more experienced then he was. What he lacked in experience, he made up for with an eagerness to learn. He’s a quick study, leaning what you like and the best ways to please you. He loves when you come for him, or praise him when he does something. It’s the push he needs to know he is doing a good job.
f – favorite position – [ this goes without saying ]
He loves being the big spoon, taking you from behind as you lay on your side. He can still run his hands over your body, while still holding onto you. Otherwise, he is a huge fan of you on top of him.
g – goofy – [ are they more serious it the moment? are they humorous? etc ]
During punishments, there isn’t any room for goofiness. He keeps a firm hand on those, stricter side of him coming out. Otherwise, he loves little jokes and seeing you smile especially during sex.
h – hair – [ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes. etc ]
He keeps a little hair, keeping it pretty maintained.
i – intimacy – [ how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect ]
He might not be into romantic actions, just a few smaller gestures. Making sure to buy your favorite coffee to keep stocked at the house or buying your favorite kind of ice-cream to split. Little things like that. Otherwise, his romance is in his words. How he reminds you often that he loves you, that you are his world, how lost he was before you, and how you were made for him.
j – jerk off – [ masturbation head cannon ]
When on the road, yeah, he’ll jack off. He has no problem admitting it. Using photos or videos of you, his hand will find his cock. His favorite is when you are on a video call with him, so he can watch you get off too.
k – kink – [ one or more of their kinks ]
Like mentioned, breeding kink. Wheeler is easily a soft!dom, who has no problem taming a brat if needed. I could see edging as something he uses from time to time, but he’d rather give pleasure to the point of punishment with overstimulation. Have you come so many times that you are begging him to stop. Praise kink, likes to hear how good he makes you feel. He also loves to praise you. His sweet girl, his perfect angel. He loves reminding you how perfect you are, how you were made just for him. Some bondage, maybe even experimenting with pet play, calling you pup or even kitten. Never anything too extreme though.
l – location – [ favorite places to have sex ]
He’d be a little risky with this, like the locker room or maybe a restroom at an event. It wouldn’t be often and just saved for a few occasions. The added risk would keep adrenaline pumping, but he’d hate for anyone to catch you guys, getting an eyeful of something not meant for them. At home, the bed is great. Otherwise, he loves morning sex in the kitchen.
m – motivation – [ what turns them on? ]
He’ll be honest, just about everything about you turns him on. The one that really drives him wild is when you wear one of his tees, with just a little of your panties sticking out, taunting him. Knowing you are in his shirt with only panties makes him hard every time.
n – no – [ something they would not do, turn offs ]
Wheeler would hang the moon if you asked him. That said, he doesn’t like choking you, fearing that he’d hurt you. Despite spankings here and there, he hates causing you pain. He cherishes you, handling you with a softer touch.
o – oral – [ preference in giving or receiving, skill etc ]
Wheeler loves to be between your legs, devouring you. He reminds you that you are his favorite treat—and you are. He could spend hours between your legs if you let him. That aside, his favorite is receiving. The biggest turn on in you, mouth full of his cock. The way your eyes glance up through your lashes, the way your lips look around his cock. Yeah… it’s his favorite.
p – pace – [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc ]
There are times when he can be fast and rougher, but that’s not his usual style. He likes to take his time, savoring every swivel of your hips as he thrusts into you. He savors each moan that spills from your lips. The slow build to the top is great, watching you slowly fall apart around him. There are some things worth waiting for, and for him, this is one of them.
q – quickies – [ their opinions on quickies, how often ect ]
Quickies aren’t his thing most of the time. Will he still have them? Absolutely. He would just rather take his time with you.
r – risk – [ are they game to experiment? do they take risks? ]
While he knows what he likes, Wheeler also likes to experiment. He has no problem trying out something new, or a new position. He likes exploring with you, discovering what works for both of you. It’s not so much the experiment he likes, but exploring it with you.
s – stamina – [ how many rounds can they go for? how often ]
He could last for three rounds, easily. Afterwards, he’d need a break, maybe even a snack.
t – toys – [ do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or a partner? ]
He loves using your toys on you, hearing the way to moan as your magic wand is pressed against your clit. He loves watching you please yourself, sitting back and watching the show. When he is inside you, using your vibrator on you, he loves the way you clench around him.
u – unfair – [ how much they like to tease ]
Teasing isn’t really his forte. He could, but he’d rather fuck you right then. In public, sometimes he will keep a hand on your thigh, fingers dangerously close to your pussy. Otherwise, he doesn’t tease often. He might not admit it, but he loves it when you tease. Lingering touch, grabbing his bicep, even whispering wicked words in his ear. You’re his angel, his little minx. He goes wild for it.
v – volume – [ how loud are they, what noise they make ]
Besides few grunts and groans, he is not very vocal.
w – wildcard – [ a random head cannon ]
“Fuck, baby.” Wheeler started, sneaking behind you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You grinned as he pulled you in against him. “You just woke up, and yet you look absolutely gorgeous.”
You giggled, shaking your head. Praise spilled from his lips often, words of love always washing over you. “Mm, you’re sweet.”
The morning sun peaked in through the curtains in your kitchen, bringing in a new day. You stood there with a scoop of coffee in your hand. When you woke up minutes ago, he was still asleep. After slipping on only his tee, you snuck downstairs to start coffee and breakfast.
“No, angel, you’re the sweet one.” He growled in your ear, before peppering your skin with light kisses before gently nipping down. “Mmm, see baby? You taste so damn good.”
You just giggled, turning around to face him. He grinned at you, eyes lighting up. You reached up, stroking the cheek of the man you loved. He gently grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss your fingertips.
“I…uh, I was starting breakfast. What do you want?”
“You,” Wheeler responded, wrapping an arm around your waist before he lifted you up. A sound of surprise left you as he spun you around, carrying you towards the round dining table.
“I meant something like cereal or waffles,” you giggled, as he laid you down on the table.
He shot you a wicked grin, lust swirling in his eyes. He lifted up your shirt, groaning at the sight of you bare underneath. “No panties, angel? Aren’t you a wicked little minx.”
He parted your legs, draping them over your shoulders as he bent down. His mouth found your pussy, licking a long swipe up. “Fuck, baby. You taste way better than cereal.”
x – x-ray – [ lets see whats under those clothes, their size ]
He’d be about six and a half inches, maybe on the skinnier side though he could still easily stretch you out.
y – yearning – [ how high is their sex drive? ]
I’d say his sex drive is high. He’s with the prettiest girl after all, can’t blame him for wanting her all the time. Not that you complain about the fact that he can’t keep his hands off you.
z -zzz – [ how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards ]
He isn’t overly sleepy after sex. He loves to lay in bed, holding you as you start to doze. There is something soothing about holding you as you fall asleep. He’ll glance down at your face, reminding himself that the person he treasures most is right here, using him as a pillow. It’s enough to bring a smile to his face and give him peace of mind.
He could feel your panted breaths against his lips, your plump lips parted slightly. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into you. After dinner, he didn’t bother with clean-up. The dishes sat forgotten in the sink, and you were propped up on the island countertop. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, getting lost in your eyes once more. It had been a handful of years, but simple kisses still got out of hand. Each kiss was charged with a sense of urgency, lust laced in with each brush of your lips. Not that he ever expected to grow tired of you—he’d never stop wanting you. He’d never stop needing you.
Your hands clutched his shoulders, painted nails digging into his skin. He sat there the night before, scrolling on his phone as you painted your nails, humming along to a song that was playing over the Bluetooth speaker. He was sure tomorrow he’d have half-moon indents sprinkled over his skin. Not that he complained. He wore those little markings with pride, knowing that they were little reminders that he belonged to his sweet Sunshine.
You whimpered, and he knew what you wanted—him closer. Your thighs squeezed against his body, heels of your feet pressed against his ass as you tried pulling him in. No layers, not an inch between the two of you. That’s what you wanted—what you needed. He knew that. He knew you always felt better with him tucked up inside of you. Snug and warm, filling you to the brim each and every time. Fuck, you weren’t alone on that. He always better when he was tucked inside of you too.
Your tongue darted out of your mouth, quickly running over your bottom lip. “You’re hard.” You whimpered against his mouth; breath hot against his skin. You looked so beautiful, eyes wide and full of lust, chest heaving with heavy breaths. You were already gone, and he hadn’t fucked you yet. You rubbed yourself against his thickness to try and emphasize your point. His cute little sunshine, so beautiful and so good for him. His best girl—no, his favorite girl. Favorite person, really. Nobody compared to you. Nobody ever could. He fell for you hard and fast, before he realized what was happening.
He never believed he was cut out to love anyone—or anyone could ever love him. It was lonely, but nameless hook-ups warmed the other side of his bed. It was enough, or so he thought. You changed everything for him. You proved him wrong. He was cut out for love. Not only could he easily love you, but you also loved him in return. Being loved by you was the best damn thing in his life. His gorgeous sunshine, with the huge heart, fell in love with him—the goofball. The one that tried, but came up short too many times. He’d never understand how it happened, but he knew better than to question it.
He nipped at your bottom lip, listening to the low whine that left you at his actions. “Mmm, I am.” He chuckled, teasing you with another light nip. Your fingertips dug in deeper, the brief flash of pain hitting his shoulders. His hand fell to your ass, tugging you all the way to him. Your startled little yelp turned into a moan, your sundress riding up as your lace panties pressed against his clothed bulge. “Feel that, sunshine? Do you feel how hard I get just from kissing you?” Your strangled moan was a good enough answer for him,
His fingers squeezed the plump flesh of your ass, getting a feeling of the globes he constantly liked to touch. “It’s your fault, you know? All those little moans spilling from that pretty mouth, the way you whimper and your eyes flutter when I grind into you.” To prove his point, his hips bucked forward, hardness pressing against you. “Yeah,” he chuckled as your eyes fluttered close. “Just like that, baby. Not to mention the heat of your perfect pussy against me.” He listened to the sound of your whimpers as he rocked his erection into you once more. “Just look at you, Sunshine.” He groaned at the sensation of you rubbing yourself against him with a bit more fervor. “So damn pretty, aren’t you? Fuck, how did I get so lucky to have such a perfect little slut, hmm? So damn good for me too.”
Your hitched breaths let him know each time your clit was stimulated. How did it get better then this? His needy little sunshine was grinding up against him, looking helpless and completely out of her mind. He was weak for you, weak to deny you what you wanted. He gave in every time, wanting to spoil his perfect girl.
“Look at you, needy little thing, humping me like this.” He taunted, fingers lifting your chin as he brushed his lips against yours. “Did I not give it to you good enough this morning?”
You shook your head, eyes locking with his. “No, no. I just need more.” You whimpered, eyes wide with visible desperation. “Need it again. Please, daddy.”
Fuck. How could he ever deny a request as pretty as that? He was helpless around his sunshine, she held him in the palm of her pretty little hand.
“Yeah?” He taunted, kissing you once more. He bucked his hips against you once more, relishing in the sounds that spilled from your lips. Just from the feeling, he knew how soaked you were for him. Your soaked panties were making a mess of his jeans. “Now, I though you were sore, sunshine? Thought you couldn’t take anymore?Isn’t that what you told me this morning while I was trying to eat my breakfast?” They woke up this morning, and instantly he found his head between your perfect thighs, devouring you. The taste of your sweet pussy was a better wake-up call then coffee. After a handful of orgasms though, you had pushed his head away.
Your brows furrowed as your lips turned downwards in a pout. “I was. Still am. I just… I need it. I need you.” You whimpered, rubbing against him once more. He chuckled, grabbing another handful of your ass, pulling you in even more as he rocked his hips against yours, helping you. “I’m… I’m going to come. Please. Please, daddy.”You whimpered, desperate eyes locking back with his as your bottom lip stuck out slightly. “Can I?”
You always begged so prettily for him. Asked so nicely that he found it hard to say no, not that he was planning on denying you here. The thought of you coming while humping his leg was enough to leave his cock dripping, desperate for his own release. Not until you got off though, maybe even twice.
He grinned, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip before slipping it in your mouth, groaning when you started to suck on it. “Fuck, that’s hot as hell, sunshine. So damn good.” He pulled his thumb from your mouth, watching the small trail of drool drip down. “Be my pretty little slut and make a mess all over those pretty panties of yours, and then I’ll fuck you over the counter for being a good girl.”
You franticly nodded, the promise enough to encourage you. He grabbed your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he helped you move. He watched your head fall back against your shoulders, your pussy grounding against his cock. Low grunts left his mouth as he loved every bit of friction. Each nudge of your swollen, sensitive clit against the head of his cock through the fabric made you whimper. The sound was music to his ears.
“Look at you, baby.” He whispered, lightly brushing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. His fingers dug deeper into your skin, knowing it’d likely leave little bruises peppered into your skin. “You’re doing so damn good. Fuck, I love you. You’re my pretty girl, looking so fucking gorgeous when you are a wreck for me. Fuck. Got me all twisted inside, sunshine. My perfect girl. You’re always so good for me, aren’t you, baby. So damn sweet for me, to me. Go on, I know you’re close. Come just for me, so I can fuck you the way you deserve.”
A choked moan of his name reverbed around the kitchen, your thighs trembling as you succumbed to the orgasm. Heat rushing through you, sparking lighting up your body. His hips didn’t stop as he worked you through it, stroking your hair gently as you started to come down off your high. He watched your face, taking in the sight of your pleasure. Fuck. It was a beautiful sight. One he loved seeing over and over again. You looked up at him, eyes wide, slack jaw, sweat on your brow, and puffy lips. The most beautiful signs of raw pleasure.
“There we go, sunshine. That’s my good girl.” He praised you, and you whimpered at his words. He knew how much you loved the reminder of being his good girl, how much you loved when he praised you. He could feel you throbbing against him, and he grinned. You really were perfect for him. “Needed to warm you up first so you could be nice and wet for me, baby.” A hot kiss was placed against your lips, no regard for mess as wet lips sucked each other. He felt you slack in his arms, leaning against him for support. “Prettiest little thing when you come for me, aren’t you, baby girl?” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, relishing the sight of your joined saliva as he spread it around your mouth, down your chin. Seeing you a mess for him was the best thing.
“But, I think it’s time for you to turn around and bend over.”
