Hi lovely people!!!! 💞 💌 Welcome to the blog I decided to make because, sometimes I just want to write something on the raunchier side, without any care or judgment. And this blog is all about just that (nothing too crazy, just a little 🔥).
#FIC LIST#
Begging - Samijey (Sami x Jey) -and AO3 link
Words - Rheigns (Roman x Cody) - and AO3 link
Nuzzling - Punkintyre (Drew x Punk) - and AO3 link
Need - Codypunk (Cody x Punk) - and AO3 link
Lessons - Jimmyknight (Jimmy x Knight) - and AO3 link
Lifting - Rolleigns (Roman x Seth) - and AO3 link
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More fics and ships to come. Nothing has been decided yet. Not in concrete. I just go with the flow, wherever and whenever, at this point.
(I don't write emotional storylines, or storylines, just smut here)
Characters/relationship: Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns - Rolleigns (Roman x Seth)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: They have history. Roman and Seth have buried the hatchet, so to speak, just hours earlier at Summerslam. They are, currently in an elevator heading to Roman's penthouse, but, Roman is impatient.
A/N: First time writing them, but couldn't resist after seeing them at Summerslam. After seeing the number of people that posted on tumblr about, Roman carrying Seth in a way that had the man's crotch in his face. I said to myself, I'm going to have to write a short something about that position, today. So, here it is and I hope you love it! 💞💞
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“Fucking hell, Roman, can you just –“
Seth gasped when Roman slammed him up against the elevator wall, muffled his protests with a crushing kiss. Seth's hands scrabbled at Roman's chest, trying to find hold. He twitched when Roman suddenly grabbed two handfuls of his ass and pulled up, up, up.
“Wait,” Seth ground out against Roman's mouth, as he squirmed to get a few inches of space between them for his sanity. “At least – fuck, let's make it to the penthouse, okay?”
Roman buried his face in Seth's neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along his skin as he pulled Seth until he had no choice but to wrap his legs around Roman's waist. “Too far,” Roman huffed, and attached his lips to Seth's throat, sucking on his pulse point.
Seth's head thunked back against the wall as he grunted, kicking at Roman's back with his heels. “Fuck, just – come on, just two more floors and you can –“
He choked when Roman ground his hips against him, flattened him against the elevator and freed his hands, pushing both of Seth's wrists against the wall holding it there. Seth swallowed heavily.
“Fuck, that's hot,” he breathed before Roman cut him off with another kiss, hips somehow still grinding against Seth's even as they supported his entire weight. Fucking hell.
Roman moaned when Seth squeezed him with his thighs, tried to pull him closer. “Damn, I wanna have you like this.” He looked up and Seth swallowed hard at how blown his pupils were already. “Can I?”
Seth could never resist that tone. Not all those years ago. Not now.
“Yea, course. Yes, yes, yes,” he said and Roman let out a needy sound, leaned forward and kissed Seth hard, claimed his mouth with lips and tongue. Seth could only follow his lead, completely pinned to the wall and so hard already that Roman's dry thrusts actually made his breathing get caught in his throat.
“How do you want it, Sethie?”
Seth moaned, at the way Roman called his name, shamelessly at how husky Roman's voice was. “Mouth. I want your mouth. Fuck, I want your mouth.”
Roman paused before he brought his hands to Seth's thighs and pulled him – wait, what the fuck –
Seth yelped, braced himself on the ceiling as his legs were spread uncomfortably wide around Roman's chest. “What the –“
“Don't wanna put you down,” Roman said as if that explained anything.
“What are you –oh.” Seth's eyes widened when Roman somehow maneuvered his arms under him, lifting him even higher until – “Fuck me,” he breathed, squished against the ceiling with his legs thrown over Roman's shoulders. “Oh my g —!”
“This okay?” Roman asked, not waiting for an answer before he opened Seth's fly and pulled him out right in Roman's face, oh helll, what the fuck –
“Yeah, so okay, so fucking okay, ohhh shit,” Seth babbled, choking on air when Roman wasted no time taking him as deep as his position allowed him. “Fuck-kkk.”
Roman's eyes were closed as he sucked Seth down and Seth's brain couldn't quite process the sight of him like this when the ground was a good six feet below him and, it not being because he was about to be thrown down, power-bombed forcefully into a table — and something about that –
He hissed as Roman's fingers dug into his ass, his eyes snapped open wide when Roman lifted him just that bit higher so his cock slid out of Roman's mouth before he pulled him back down. Seth let out a strangled noise when Roman took his cock all the way down his throat at the new angle, lifted him by the hips to get a rhythm going. And Seth felt so helpless just hanging there, grabbed onto Roman's head for some semblance of control even though his cock throbbed with how much he fucking loved it, being so completely at Roman's mercy. Once again.
He couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous they must look, gasped when Roman hummed around him. “Fuck, Roman, what the fuck are we doing –“
Roman's tongue circled around his head and Seth's eyes rolled back into his head, as he slapped a hand to the ceiling to keep his balance. “Fuck–“
Usually. It had always been hard for him to keep still when Roman used to suck him off, but like this he had absolutely no leverage to thrust into his mouth and Roman seemed to realize that, sucked him so slowly and thoroughly that it made Seth's toes curl.
“Come on,” he groaned, as his fingers tangled in Roman's hair. He squeezed his thighs together on reflex when Roman swallowed him down and Roman moaned in response, eyes opened to give Seth a pleasured look.
“Fuck, you like that?” Seth breathed and did it again, watched as Roman's eyes fluttered shut on a moan that sent shivers down his spine. One of Roman's hands left his hips and he flailed for a second, but Roman was still holding him up strong, pinned him to the wall so he could bob his head up and down. Seth couldn't see it, but judging by the noise Roman made he'd wrapped his other hand around his own cock. The thought sent a bolt of lust straight to his gut.
“You getting off on this, Roman?” Seth panted, his stomach tightened at the way Roman groaned around his cock. “Fuck, if you keep doing that I –“
He choked on his next breath when Roman took him down to the hilt, his throat convulsed around him in tight ripples – “Fuck, oh shit, Romannn –“
Roman moaned and the vibrations were what did Seth in. A second later just as Roman sucked him down, he was shooting his cum with a shout, hands slammed out against the walls to hold him up as his whole body twitched with it. He moaned as Roman let him slip from his mouth, instead buried his face in the crook of Seth's thigh and his crotch.
“Seth –“ he groaned and his voice sounded wrecked. Seth felt something in him growl possessively as he grabbed Roman's hair and made him look up at him.
“Fuck your fist,” he demanded breathlessly and he felt himself slide down the wall an inch or two as Roman complied. “Fuck, that feel good, Roman?”
“Seth –“ Roman groaned and he pressed his forehead into Seth's hipbone as his whole body trembled with repressed tension. “Sethie –“
Seth raked his nails over Roman's scalp, the only part of him he could reach, and felt his breathing catch against him. “Come on, Roman, cum for me.”
Roman groaned low and it only took a few more jerks before he shuddered through his orgasm, his warm breath tingling on Seth's skin.
They both caught their breath for a second, basking in the afterglow before Seth groaned as he felt his knee twinge from being in this position for so long. He thumped his foot against Roman's back to get his attention.
“Hey, Ro, put me down.“
Roman pulled back just a little and Seth's brow furrowed at the mischievous look in his eyes.
“What –Fuck!“
He yelped when he was suddenly falling, just a second before Roman caught him in his arms, Seth's hands catching his shoulders in a death grip, his legs wrapping themselves like an anaconda around his waist.
“You crazy son of a bitch,” Seth gasped against his mouth. “You trying to kill me?” Roman just laughed even as Seth glared at him.
“You love it,” he said confidently and his brown eyes twinkled as he looked at Seth. Seth's heart grew about three sizes at the sight, wishing they had done this earlier, made up and put their feud to bed sooner.
“Don't be so full of yourself,” he said, a little gruffly as he pushed at Roman's shoulder. “C'mon, big guy. Take me to bed.”
Roman got a cheeky glint in his eye just before he lifted Seth firmer into his arms, ignoring his exasperated sigh as he carried him to his room. “My pleasure.”
After seeing the number of people that posted about, Roman carrying Seth in a way that had the man's crotch in his face. I'm going to have to write a short something about that position, today.
Characters/relationship: Jimmy Uso, LA Knight - Jimmyknight (Jimmy x LA Knight)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Knight is being a brat. He's been bitching and misbehaving for weeks. Jimmy is over it. Lessons are taught.
Tags: PWP, spanking, fingering, anal sex, coming untouched, crying, begging, desperate, praise, Jimmy calls Knight princess, LA is a bit of a brat, explicit
Type: oneshot
A/N: This was NOT on my bingo card. But I watched the last couple of weeks of RAW recently and couldn't stop thinking about this concept with Jimmy and LA Knight. I hope you love it! 💞💞
Let me know what you think of this ship!
(for @pumpkinspicedlatta I loved you showing interest/supporting this. Thank you! 💞)
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LA Knight has been in a mood for a few weeks, constantly bothering the Bloodline and doing just about anything to annoy them to no end.
Jimmy is at his wits end, having experienced the brunt of it, with these one-on-one matches, constantly being peacekeeper between his family and Knight — and being caught between them. Jimmy was over it.
All it took was Knight loudly whining about something else. Again. Right after another one of their matches they had had today. Jimmy just wanted to relax in his hotel room.
Marching over to Knight in their hotel corridor, Jimmy gripped him by the ear, and dragged the other over to his own room and slammed the door shut behind him. Jey remained outside, mid-step and a shocked expression on his face. The click of the lock to the door on Jimmy's room cemented to the other just what Knight had in store, Jimmy was mostly chill, but he also had a hell of a temper, and Jey sent a silent prayer for whatever was going to happen to the slightly older man.
In the room, Jimmy had all but thrown Knight onto his bed, pushed his face into the plush white bedding harshly, and forced a pathetic groan out of the large man's throat.
"So," Jimmy started, "Is there something you wanna apologize for, Louisiana?"
Knight let out a grunt and shook his head as much as he could manage as Jimmy held him down. Jimmy only called him that when he was really in deep shit, but Knight couldn't bring himself to care, too caught up in his bratty little act to consider the very real consequences it could bring.
Jimmy's fingers tightened around the nape of his neck, and Knight's body automatically went limp, a response that had been trained into him since him and the older twin in the Bloodline had started doing these recent sexcapades. Jimmy hummed in approval at the sight, though he didn't say anything, focused completely on punishing the brat that was on his bed.
"F-fuck off..." Knight slurred out, he obviously tried hard to sound petty, but failed terribly, the drool that had already started pooling in his mouth at his rough treatment at the hands of Jimmy streaked the corner of his mouth, and soiled the mattress beneath him. It made a pathetic sight, and Jimmy would have cooed if not for the nasty and irritating words Knight had spoken week after week recently, and, just now.
The Samoan man made no verbal reaction to the weak outburst, instead shifted his hold, and let go of Knight's nape in favor of gripping the base of his dark hair instead. It was the perfect length, and gave him a very pretty look, but also made it easier for Jimmy to pull his hair, something he knew that Knight loved in most situations. Even now, Knight's cheeks were dusted pink as Jimmy lifted him from the bed by his hair, his bottom lip caught between his lips as he tried not to make any sounds of pleasure, he knew it would only make his punishment worse.
"You know better than to cause disturbances like that, LA. I know that you know that," Jimmy said, his tone bordered on condescending, "You been being a fucking brat all week, trying to set me off, trying to see my reaction when I snap. You want to get punished. Ain't that right?"
Knight only stared at the other man, as he opened and closed his mouth around empty rebuttals. The worst part was that Jimmy was 100% correct. Deep down, Knight loved seeing Jimmy like this, darkened look on his face and a feral sneer on his lips, as he was being treated like the scum of the earth.
It was kind of sweet, Jimmy found himself thinking, that the older man sought him out for relief, even if it was in an unconventional way. In any situation, Jimmy was happy to provide the rough treatment that Knight craved, even if he knew that Knight would never outright ask him to be treated that way, too proud to say it directly.
"Go to hell," Knight snapped, brows furrowed in anger.
Jimmy's lip twitched at the sight. It was so obvious that Knight was just putting on an act, his reddened cheeks as his hips squirmed against his will gave him away immediately. Jimmy chose to ignore it for the time being, instead let out a heaved sigh and tilted his head to look at the ceiling for a few seconds, as though he was trying to control his own anger.
"You know what I think you should do?" Jimmy asked, his hand tightened in the other's hair as he finally tilted his head forward and looked Knight in the eyes, "I think you should say sorry for all your bitching and misbehaving."
Jimmy punctuated the word with a tug at Knight's hair, it pulled a whine of pleasure from the other man's lips. Knight's eyes rolled slightly, but he still tried his best to look put out, as he weakly repeated his earlier sentiment of, "Fuck off."
Jimmy took it as a sign to keep going, crowded closer and forced Knight to look up at him, and growled, "You will say sorry for all of your bitching.”
Knight didn't reply this time, he panted wildly, his eyes widened, slightly glazed over as his jaw worked like he wanted to say something, but his brain wouldn't cooperate with his mouth. Jimmy knew that if he were to make Knight stand, he would be strained against his pants, hell, he had probably already leaked through them — his sensitive boy.
“I’m beginning to think you want to be punished for this," Jimmy said, his voice casual as if he just commented on the weather, but the effect it had on Knight was immediate and obvious.
A shiver visibly ran down Knight's spine, hips twitched hard into the bed beneath him. As he tried to hide the almost hopeful gleam in his eyes, excited to be treated like the brat he was.
“Cute.” Jimmy found himself cooing despite himself, but he quickly recovered, and said, “I know what you want, princess, but you still need to be disciplined.”
Knight's pleased whine at the pet name and the prospect of being disciplined was cut short as Jimmy followed the sentence with a tug, and made Knight stand up shakily next to the bed, he swayed a little on his feet, and Jimmy sat on the bed instead.
In a blink, Knight was tugged back down to be rested over Jimmy's lap, one of his strong hands against his back and pinned him in place against his thighs. His face was once again squished into the bed below him, his chest received similar treatment from the hand planted on his back, the highest point of his body being his hips, rested over Jimmy's lap. Knight attempted to squirm slightly in Jimmy’s hold, but wasn’t surprised to find that he could barely move.
“Now,” Jimmy started, “Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“I-- ” Knight slurred out, as he spoke, “I was bad and said some things about you and your family, and didn’t listen to you, and I wanted to fight instead? Sir?”
Jimmy would consider it a wonder that Knight was able to recall anything before this very moment, with the glazed over look in his eyes and the erection that Jimmy could feel straining through his sweats against the surface of the Knight's pants.
“I don’t appreciate the disrespect you been showing these past few weeks,” Jimmy patronized, his free hand stroked up and down gently at Knight’s hip. Knight shivered at the sudden touch. “To the others, and to myself. So this is what's gonna happen. You will take 15 hits with my hand, and you gonna count every one, and thank me afterwards. Understood?”
“Yes...” Knight answered, his voice breathy, his hands fisted tightening in anticipation, knuckles white.
“‘Yes’, what, LA?” Jimmy pressed, his hand stroked harder against the other's hip.
“Yes, sir…” Knight mumbled into the bed, nearly inaudible.
“Good boy,” Jimmy hummed, and squeezed Knight’s side. Knight choked back a whimper at the words and the feeling, and earned a soft smile from Jimmy, even if Knight couldn't see it.
“And if you need to stop? What you gonna say?” Jimmy prodded.
Knight turned his head so it would be pressed directly against the bedding, whined low in his throat before he slurred out a response. “I‘d say…‘Red’...”
“Good boy, Louisiana.”
Knight whimpered outright this time, his hips jerked in reaction to the words.
Jimmy took the opportunity and pulled down Knight’s pants and boxers over his plump ass, the waistband rested just under the crease between his ass and his thighs. Jimmy considered Knight for a moment, observed as he panted into the mattress, hips occasionally jerked forward in a poor attempt to get any kind of friction on his hard cock.
Jimmy rubbed at Knight’s ass a few times to warm him up, watched as he shivered in anticipation at the touch, before he finally drew his arm back and delivered a hard slap over Knight’s cheeks. The flesh of his plush ass and thighs jiggled at the smack, it drew Jimmy's hungry gaze. The large man jumped forward a little in his lap at the contact, but was ultimately held in place by Jimmy's other hand. Knight gasped into the bedding, fists clenched and unclenched as he got used to the familiar sting.
“Number,” Jimmy requested. Knight turned his head to the side, as he panted harshly.
“One!” Knight whined out, and then, more quietly, said, “Thank you, Big Jim...”
Jimmy hummed in approval, and drew back for another spank.
Knight didn’t have to be reminded of what to say when Jimmy's hand came back down the next time. With each spank, Knight seemed to lose track of time, his head floated in space as he slurred out the numbers and thank you’s. Jimmy couldn’t help but be proud of themselves, Knight being trained so well he now took anything Jimmy would give him. Towards the end, however, he started to falter.
“Number, baby,” Jimmy pressed. Knight only panted in response, brows furrowed as he tried to remember what number he had blurted out only a few seconds before. When nothing came to mind, he whimpered into the bed pitifully.
“LA.” Jimmy insisted, his tone quickly turned chastising.
“Sir,” Knight whined, as he drooled into the sheets.
“If you’ve lost count, we’ll have to start over. Number!”
Knight sounded close to breaking into tears, he slightly blubbered as he replied, “I-- Th-thirteen? Sir?”
There was a long pause, Jimmy not saying anything, making Knight frantically wonder if he had said the wrong number, if they would have to start over because he couldn’t keep count. He felt as if he might start really crying now, wanting nothing more than the reward that he knew he would get once this was finished.
A sudden slap of a hand against his ass made Knight jump in surprise, a loud gasping moan left his lips.
“Fourteen, sir!” Knight sobbed out, tears finally falling from his eyes in relief. He shook in Jimmy's lap. “Thank you, sir…Big Jim”
“Good, baby,” Jimmy praised, unable to keep the pride from soaking into his words. “Just one more, and then you’re all done.”
The Samoan man drew back and brought the last spank down, harder than the others. Knight wept into the fabric beneath him, and didn't count the last spank, but Jimmy felt nicer than usual, and let him off the hook this time. Although Knight didn’t cry often when he was actually upset, he always had tears in his eyes when he was overstimulated from how much he was turned on. At this point, he didn’t know what he was crying for, he just needed to be as close to Jimmy as possible.
Jimmy let up on the pressure he had put on Knight, instead lifted him up gently until he was face-to-face with himself. He ran a thumb over Knight’s cheek, wiped a tear that had slid down the other’s cheek. His other hand found Knight’s back, and rubbed up and down as the older man’s shoulders shook from the force of his sobs.
“You were such a good boy for me, baby.” Jimmy cooed, as he toyed with the hairs at the base of Knight’s neck. The other man was obviously still out of it, but his pupils visibly dilated at the touch, which only served to make Jimmy even more turned on by him. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, hm?”
Knight nodded quickly, his tears finally tapered off into sniffles. He pressed his wet face into the crook of Jimmy's neck, a silent look for more comfort that he would never ask for or say out loud to anyone, let alone reach out for, like he did with Jimmy.
Jimmy indulged him, petted his back, lightly rubbed between his shoulder blades. Being teary-eyed and submissive made him even more gorgeous than usual, Jimmy thought to himself.
“Words, LA,” Jimmy corrected mildly. Knight breathed hard into Jimmy's skin for a few moments before he answered.
“Yes, sir.” Knight said, muffled by his position. “I did, promise.”
“And you won’t be a brat like that again?” Jimmy prodded the other’s ass to punctuate the sentence, though he already knew the answer. Knight writhed deliciously in his lap, whined at the pressure against his sensitive ass.
“No, sir.” He breathed out, “I‘m a good boy...”
“Oh, baby,” Jimmy comforted the other, “Of course you are. You just needed some attention, huh?”
Knight nodded, leaned back, an obviously embarrassed look on his face. He reached up and scrubbed at his red eyes, mumbled, “I'm sorry.”
“I know you are, princess.” Jimmy said, the pet name came out naturally.
Knight perked up at the name, eyes glazed over quickly, and shivered in pleasure as he seemed to melt even further against Jimmy's warm body. Jimmy held him, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. Knight whimpered lightly at the contact and his eyes slid shut.
“I think my pretty princess deserves his reward now, hm?” Jimmy didn’t wait for an answer, quickly switched their positions so that Knight was laying on the bed on his belly, Jimmy kneeled behind him, took the opportunity and pulled off his sweatpants the rest of the way.
Jimmy admired the view in front of him for a few moments before he finally spurred into action, reached over the other and grabbed the small bottle of lube he kept under his pillow and popped the cap open. While he leaned over him still, Jimmy took a full handful of Knight’s ass with his unoccupied hand. Knight jerked in reaction but didn’t move away at all, he let Jimmy spread his cheeks, and his finger stroked against his hole.
As Knight panted into the bedding below him, Jimmy took the opportunity to drizzle the lube onto his fingers, set the bottle aside and rubbed the silky fluid between his fingers. He ghosted a slicked finger around Knight’s rim, watched as it fluttered in anticipation, and clenched around nothing. Knight trembled lightly, hands fisted into the blanket he was on.
“Relax, princess.” Jimmy muttered, as his fingertips still circled Knight's hole, “Take a deep breath for me.”
Knight followed the order, heaved breaths through this nose and out through his mouth. Jimmy smiled at his eagerness, his dry hand moving to brace against the small of Knight’s back. He pressed one finger inside the tight hole, and Knight let out a long, drawn out moan, and gasped into the sheets.
After a moment of pause for Knight to adjust, Jimmy pumped his finger in and out slowly, mumbled words of encouragement as he worked Knight open.
When Knight began to relax a little more, Jimmy picked up the lube again, drizzled more onto his fingers and in between Knight’s cheeks, and prodded until he was able to slip a second finger in beside the other. He curled his fingers, and Knight moaned softly, hips rutted unconsciously into the fabric of the blankets.
“Please…” Knight slurred out, though Jimmy didn’t know exactly what he was begging for.
Jimmy didn’t grace him with a response, instead moved to add a third finger, pressed harder on the small of Knight’s back to prevent him from rutting his hips anymore. Knight whined, pressed his face into the bed in an attempt to muffle himself.
He watched as Knight clenched and writhed around his fingers, as he tried so hard to be good and stay still and relaxed like he had been told to do, it turned Jimmy on beyond belief, he felt his cock throb in need, but he staved off from touching himself. The penetration later would just be so much better.
He curled his fingers, Jimmy purposefully rubbed against the spot that he knew the other man’s prostate was, it pulled a harsh gasp from Knight's lungs. Knight's back arched as much as it could, his knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the blankets. He had finally turned his head to the side again, mouth open in a silent scream. Jimmy huffed a laugh, fucking his fingers shallowly against the bundle of nerves before he suddenly pulled out.
Knight whined petulantly, and clenched around nothing in a poor attempt to keep Jimmy's fingers inside. His eyelashes fluttered as he turned to scowl at the other man, desperate, unshed tears pricked in the corner of his eyes.
“Oh, princess, were you close?” Jimmy teased, hand petted at Knight’s lower back.
“Y-yes, sir.” Knight answered in all seriousness, not catching on to the fact that Jimmy was only joking around with him.
Jimmy snatched up the bottle of lube again, shucked off his own pants and poured out a generous amount onto his own cock, stroked himself a few times as he lined up with Knight’s pucker, and pressed forward until the tip popped inside.
“O-oh!” Knight gasped, muscles in his back rippled as they tightened and slackened while he got used to the feeling.
Jimmy wasn’t unaturally gigantic, but, he was most definitely — big. The tip stretching out Knight's hole deliciously. And Jimmy thumbed comfortingly at his waist.
“Taking me so well, LA. Doing so good, princess.” He murmured, barely able to restrain himself from bucking forward into the tight, wet heat. “So perfect, my good boy.”
Beneath him, Knight’s legs shook minutely. He panted, and let out a long, shaky breath as Jimmy finally began to push forward, bottoming out in one, slow motion. Jimmy draped himself over Knight’s back, dropped a sweet kiss into the back of his shoulder before burying his face into the crook of his neck, and muttered sweet nothings as Knight adjusted to his full length. Jimmy stayed as still as possible, petting his side soothingly until Knight began to squirm.
“Please, Big Jim-- ” Knight whined, pushing himself back against Jimmy.
When Knight called him that, Jimmy was putty in his hands. The Samoan shifted to get better leverage against Knight, angled his body and thrusted into him with long, deep strokes, a hand snaked up Knight's body and held him by his jaw as Jimmy drilled into him.
Knight’s eyes rolled back into his head, and moaned wantonly, the sound echoed off the walls of the bedroom. Incoherent little noises came from his lips, words that Jimmy couldn’t understand no matter how hard he tried. His fingertips scrabbled along the sheets, his breathing grew more and more irregular, tears, and drool making their way down his face, sounds of pleasure wracked his frame.
Jimmy adjusted his angle so that he would hit Knight's prostate with every thrust, Jimmy suddenly sped up, the sound of skin slapping and Knight’s punched out cries and moans filled the room.
“P-ple-- pleaseeee! Big Jim!” Knight managed between thrusts, “Wan-na cum!”
“Do you deserve it?” Jimmy asked, fingers gripped harder into Knight’s sides. Knight whined at that, loved the pressure, the pain. He was obviously trying to form words, his face flickered through many emotions as he struggled with his task, his brain turned to mush.
Jimmy gradually let his hips slow down the longer it took for Knight to answer, and moved to a torturous drag. Knight attempted to push back again, but a hand quickly found his nape again and squeezed, rendering him boneless. Jimmy was about to repeat his question again when Knight answered.
“Yes, yes, sir, I’m-- I-- oh-- p-please…” He whimpered, slurred against the bed. He sobbed weakly, body tensed like he wanted to move, but the hand on his nape prevented him from doing so.
Jimmy slammed back into Knight, his hole felt even more open from him before because of his grip that pressed down lightly on Knight's neck. Knight moaned loudly, fists clenched on nothing. Jimmy panted into the nape of Knight’s neck, squeezed his side and nape hard enough to leave fingerprint shaped bruises.
Loose-limbed in his hold, Knight gasped in rhythm to the other man’s thighs slapping his own plump ass and thighs, the repeated contact stinging against his bruising ass. Jimmy released his grip on Knight’s nape, wrapped an arm around his chest and pulled him back until his body was flush to his own. His other hand slid down to Knight’s hip, kneaded at the sensitive, supple flesh there, it made him squirm in pleasure.
“I’m going to come inside you, princess.” Jimmy breathed into the other man's neck, as his hips went slightly off rhythm as he pistoned in and out of Knight, as he chased his own pleasure.
Knight nodded frantically in response without a moment's hesitation, tears streamed down his cheeks and landing darkly on the white bedding below them. The bed hit the wall with every thrust, though neither of them payed attention to any noise they made, too caught up in pleasure.
“Good boy,” Jimmy purred. Knight gasped at the praise, wet eyelashes fluttered lightly, “You’re such a precious little princess when you wanna be, hm? So obedient. Beg for me to come inside you.”
Knight pressed back into Jimmy's body, he shook with desire and anticipation. “Please, please, need it.”
“‘Please’ what? I can’t tell who you’re talking to.”
“Sir-- Big Jim,” Knight keened, the words and it earned him another sharp squeeze on his hip, it was definitely going to bruise. He moaned wantonly, desperate, “P-please fill me up, please, c-cum in my-- fuck-- cum in me, please, please--”
Jimmy picked up the pace, smirked as Knight’s pleas and moans seemed to only get louder in response.
He leaned into his neck, and licked up his nape, it earned a sharp gasp from Knight, before Jimmy whispered into his ear, “Cum for me.”
Obediently, Knight climaxed, legs kicked feebly as ropes of cum spurted from his cock. Jimmy was quick to follow, he came deep into Knight with a groan. He roughly thrusted once, twice before he buried deep in Knight, then guided him to lay down on the bed, now soiled with cum. I’ll clean it later, Jimmy thought to himself.
They both lay like that for a few minutes, gathered themselves, sweaty and panting, before Jimmy finally moved. He slowly pulled out, Knight whimpered in overstimulation and loss, as Jimmy moved to get off the bed, and pulled his boxers up his legs. As he turned to step into bathroom, however, Knight’s hand shot out, grabbed his wrist. When Jimmy looked down at him, his brow was furrowed, lip caught between his teeth in thought. His eyes were still glazed, obviously still in whatever space his brain had gone into earlier.
“Don’t leave?” Knight whispered, as if Jimmy wasn’t going to return back to his own room ever.
Jimmy didn’t comment on that, instead opted to smile reassuringly, and leaned over to brush a thumb over Knight's cheek softly.
“Of course not, my beautiful princess. I’m just gonna get you a towel. I know you hate being sticky for too long.”
Knight only hummed, slumped into the bed and closing his eyes. Jimmy took that as an okay, slipped out of the room and grabbed a washcloth, which he then wet in the sink, and a fresh set of blankets.
When he returned, Knight was no less out of it, and only started to come back to himself as Jimmy wiped him down and stood him up on wobbly legs for a moment to change the blankets before he settled him back down. Jimmy was quick to settle down right next to him and he pulled him into his chest.
Knight seemed like he had fallen asleep, so Jimmy was surprised when he quickly shifted to look up at him, with a look that was an obvious demand for a kiss. Jimmy was quick to give in, and pressed a wet open mouthed smooch against the other man’s lips.
Satisfied, Knight returned to his previous position, soft breaths fanned out against the column of Jimmy's throat, eyes already closed. Jimmy buried his face into the fluffy brown hair beside him. His own eyes closed.
Would anyone read a Jimmy x LA Knight fic? I just watched RAW and I can't stop thinking about them. LA a bit of a brat and Jimmy letting him know he doesn't like the disrespect?
Characters/relationship: Jey Uso, Sami Zayn - Samijey (Jey x Sami)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Jey tries to tempt Sami into touching him on a hot summer's afternoon. Too bad Sami is distracted. Until he's not.
Tags: PWP, lingerie panties, a bit of feminization, rimming, Jey's tits, desperate, blow job, dirty talk, explicit
Type: oneshot
A/N: I wasn't sure whether this one would ever see the light of day. But someone - @sailor-slam-dunk was so nice about it. So I had to finish and post it for them. I hope you love it! 💞💞
(for @sailor-slam-dunk who's comment got me to finish and post this fic 💞)
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When Jey came into the kitchen, fresh from the shower he took after his gym session, Sami was sitting at the table, as he stared at his phone with immense concentration. He was down to his boxer briefs, clearly too hot to even consider putting on a shirt, and fleetingly Jey winced at the thought of how his thighs must be stuck to the chair after sitting in it for almost half an hour.
Jey ran his fingers across Sami's bare shoulders and pressed an absent kiss to Sami's hair as he made his way to grab himself a cold beer. Sami made a frustrated sound and threw his phone down.
“It’s too hot to even think,” Sami complained and moved experimentally in the chair, mouth twisted as he peeled his thighs off the painted wood. “How can you wear a damn dressing gown in this heat?”
Jey looked up from the beer he was about to open in hand, then down at himself. He’d worn a kaftan: thin pearl-purple silk down to mid-thigh, half-sleeved that exposed his tattooed forearms. In truth, he would’ve opted for just underwear like Sami, hadn’t he picked out a pair that was a surprise; an idea of how to spend their hot afternoon. He’d been making his body language more open and welcoming on purpose from the moment he'd stepped into the room, trying to lure Sami in.
But Sami's tone had a stinging edge, like he despised the sight of Jey, dressed in the clothes he had chosen, clearly broadcasting that he wanted to be touched, invitingly soft and silky.
“You-- don’t like it?” Jey asked, as he put his beer back into the fridge, even though he had not taken a single sip of it, avoiding looking at Sami. His voice sounded uncharacteristically unsure. He swallowed, as he placed the beer onto the shelf in the fridge and turned, already berating himself on what a stupid idea this whole spectacle was; Sami was clearly busy with actual important stuff, and Jey should just go make himself useful somewhere else. “I’ll-- I’ll go change.”
Sami's head shot up from where he’d been glaring at his phone. “Wait, no, that’s not what I meant!” he blurted, almost panicked, he leaped up from his chair and moved to curl his fingers around Jey's wrist. His expression apologetic. “I’m sorry, I sounded like a tool. Please. You look great, Jey.”
Sami smiled, as he turned Jey's hand so that he could hold it better, and cupped Jey's cheek with his free hand. “Haven’t seen you in this one before,” he murmured, and Jey closed his eyes, then tilted his face up for a kiss. Sami complied, and it was sweet and chaste, his palm cradled the sharp curve of Jey's jaw; but then Jey opened his mouth and sucked Sami's lower lip in, and when they finally broke off, Sami's face was flushed, eyes bright.
Jey tried to shake the dazed expression from his own face, his jaw tilted up. And Sami's eyes tracked the shift of the kaftan, the tantalizing glimpse of Jey's collarbones.
“Where did you find this?” Sami asked, his hand smoothed up Jey's arm, over the silken sleeve and down Jey's back, and came to rest on the small of his back. “I didn't see you buying this one.”
Jey shot an unimpressed look at Sami. “Why would I buy it with you, when it could be a surprise?” He leaned in for a short, hard kiss before he slipped out of Sami's loose hold, turned towards the bedroom and looked over his shoulder. Sami was there scanning him with blatant interest, and it made him smile. “You know where to find me, if you want a distraction.”
He didn't manage more than three steps, a bit more sway in his hips than absolutely necessary, before Sami had crowded against his back, and he wrapped his arms around Jey's waist. Sami's half-hard dick poked him in the lower back, and Jey was not above circling his hips a little, and he ground his ass against the promising weight. Sami inhaled sharply and gave back as good as he was getting, rubbed his hardening cock in the cleft of Jey's ass.
“You're such a tease,” Sami murmured, pressing kisses from the back of Jey's neck up to his jaw. “Like I could ever resist you.”
“Bedroom,” Jey said, eyes closed, and Sami let go for long enough as he hustled them there, before Jey was scooped up again and kissed on the mouth. Jey sighed into the kiss, and yielded into the touch like wet clay.
Sami's hands wandered, as he traced every angle and curve of Jey's body easily with the silk smoothing the way; then slipped under the hem of the kaftan and groped Jey's thigh. “You feel so good,” he said, low and appreciative. “All soft and nice. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
Sami pulled at the sash of the dressing gown, the silk opened with a swish, until the kaftan fell open, and Sami eyes dropped down to Jey's hips. Jey squirmed a little under his heavy gaze: he knew the vivid, fuchsia color looked amazing with his complexion, his dark tattoos and his black hair, and Sami seemed to agree, judging by the way his lips parted.
“Fuck, Jey,” Sami said when he was finally able to drag his gaze up Jey's body to his eyes, and his voice was soft and sincere. “I love it. It looks incredible on you. You look incredible.”
Sami peeled the kaftan slowly off Jey, and kissed his way down from Jey's jaw, as it fell to the floor. And Jey had a fleeting thought about picking the kaftan up so it didn't get ruined, but then Sami's hands slid down Jey's back, reached the top of the panties and continued further down, and Sami found just warm skin where the lace should have stretched across Jey's ass.
“Fuckkk-- fuck,” Sami said as he halted, stunned. He flexed his fingers, as he felt up the flesh there, where the missing backside of the underwear should have been, making Jey shiver at the rough touch on his bare skin. Sami looked up into Jey's eyes, and his gaze was dark and appreciative. “What’s this, baby?”
“An easy access,” Jey replies, coyly, a little breathless.
Sami's mouth fell open as he inhaled sharply, then swallowed and squeezed Jey's ass, as he pulled him closer.
“You showered,” Sami murmured, and his fingers drifted in the cleft of Jey's ass, brushing his smooth-shaven hole.
“Yeah,” Jey said, as he arched into the touch, and confirmed what Sami was really asking with the statement.
Sami leaned in to kiss him, soft and languid. “Good,” he said, and Jey shivered with the promise in his voice. Sami shuffled backwards, pulled Jey along, until his shins hit the mattress and he sat down on the bed. It put him at eye level with Jey's torso, and Sami leaned in, rested his chin on Jey's sternum, and looked up with a smile.
“Did you turn the air-con cooler?” Sami asked, but he looked amused. The bedroom is significantly cooler than the kitchen, and for a reason. “So that I’d be tempted to abandon what I was doing to come ravish you in the most bearable room?”
“Maybe,” Jey said, but his traitorous mouth was being tugged up into a smile, it caused Sami to huff a laugh.
“You’re something else, baby,” Sami said fondly, and dragged his fingertips up from Jey's ass to his waist, turning Jey gently. “C’mon, give your man a spin.”
When he saw Jey's ass, generously on display thanks to the backless panties, Sami groaned. “You’ll kill me one of these days, I swear it, Jey.”
Jey bit his lip and arched his back a little, when Sami's hands tightened on his waist. He drew the blinds and turned the air-con on when he was getting dressed after showering, but suddenly he kind of wished he hadn’t blocked the rest of the world out. The thought of a neighbor or a passerby glancing through the window on an innocent Tuesday afternoon and seeing Jey like this, offering himself up like a slutty housewife, sent a sudden, surprising thrill through him.
He wanted the whole world to see how desperate Sami made him, any given second.
Sami turned him around again, reached up and tugged Jey down for a kiss, long and filthy, his tongue crooked in Jey's mouth like a promise. Jey had been slowly getting hard under the slick lace of his lingerie ever since Sami ground against him in the kitchen doorway, and his dick responded to the kiss, fattening until he’s tenting the silky panties.
Sami pulled back, ran a teasing finger down the outline of Jey's cock, clearly visible through the thin silk. Jey's lips parted in a sigh, helplessly, but Sami dropped his hand, shuffled back on the bed on his ass, and flopped down on his back. He was grinning, very much hard in his boxer briefs; a full-body blush stretched on his pale skin from the tip of his ears down to his groin. Jey wanted to follow it with his tongue.
Sami crooked a finger at Jey, invitingly. “Come here, baby,” he said in a low voice, and Jey swallowed, shuffled closer on his knees until Sami could hook his hands behind Jey's thighs and tugged, so that Jey was perched over Sami's chest.
“Look at you,” Sami murmured, as he slid his hands up Jey skin, and slipped it under the floral lace, traced figures on Jey's exposed ass with his fingertips. “My gorgeous girl, all prettied up and waiting to be wrecked. I could just eat you up with a spoon.”
Jey flushed and looked down and to the side, almost coyly, his right hand raised to worry a wisp of hair falling onto his face. Sami stroked Jey's hips, up to his waist, slender and soft-skinned, and thumbed the outline of Jey's stomach.
Now that Jey felt safe and could spend his days playing house with Sami wherever they were, he’d been doing a lot of exercises, concentrated on getting more flexible instead of just building muscle.
It shaped his body the way he wanted to get it to; sleeker, his ass perky, creating the illusion of a curved waistline. Jey likes the idea of being a tiny slip of a thing, has always wanted it: even when Sami seemed small at one time, his personality made him seem seven feet tall, and Jey was all over it, tried to make himself take up less space when they were together.
It only got worse after Sami grew a little fuller; from the moment Sami had started helping him off the ground numerous times after a fight or match and wrapped a strong, steady arm around Jey's waist, the only thing Jey could think about was how right it felt to fit under Sami's arm like that. And Jey was almost ashamed to realize how much he liked it: he would love Sami no matter what he looked like, and it sometimes felt shallow and selfish of him to be lusting after Sami like that.
But then Sami had gone and crowded him against a table in a hotel room one day, looming and powerful, seeming larger than Jey, his hands on both sides of Jey's narrowed hips, and caged him in. Jey had gone hard and panting in a fraction of a second, painfully turned on by the perceived size difference. Sami had leaned in and murmured, You should be careful in a city like this, baby. A sweet slip of a girl like you, any stranger could snatch you; and Jey had made an embarrassing, needy sound, opened his legs, and given in to selfishness.
Sami tugged him a little closer, above his face, and Jey suddenly realized how Sami wanted him. Desire and excitement rushed through him, it made him throb in his pretty lingerie, wanton and willing to be touched. Sami urged him to get up on one knee, it forced him to grab the headboard to balance himself.
“Sit down, Jey,” Sami ordered, and Jey swallowed, he canted his hips and lowered himself down on Sami's face. His interested dick was strained against his panties, and Jey bit his lip, thinking that if he had a cunt, he’d be fucking dripping by now, horny and eager for Sami to eat him out.
The first touch of Sami's tongue on the thin skin behind his balls was sudden and shocking, and Jey startled, squeezing the headboard tighter as he kept himself from losing balance. “Oh,” he said in a small breathy voice, and Sami hummed, as he dragged his tongue lightly up Jey's taint.
Sami spread Jey's ass and circled his tongue around the rim, lapped at it, then sucked lightly, as he teased the sensitive flesh. It’s not the first time he’d eaten Jey's ass, but he seemed endlessly innovative about the ways to drive Jey crazy. His clever tongue dipped inside shallowly, the faintest coaxing pressure, before he pressed an open-mouthed kiss over Jey's hole, and twisted his tongue in a way that made Jey pant like a fucking dog.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Sami said hoarsely as he came up for air, his breath hot between Jey's legs. “Play with your pretty tits, Jey. Put on a show for me.”
Jey squeezed his eyes closed, his dick leaked at the order, mildly embarrassed and high with it, he lifted his right hand off the headboard, and put the fore- and middle finger into his mouth. He sucked on them lightly, coated them with saliva before he started to rub his nipples, pulled at them until they were hard and aching, and he was moaning with it.
“Yeah, that’s it, shit,” Sami grunted, sounding a little winded, momentarily distracted from eating Jey out. His calloused thumb grazed Jey's spit-slick hole, and Jey arched his back, head tipped to expose the column of his neck, pulled his left hand from the headboard so that he could knead his tits with both hands.
Sami's stubble scrapped the vulnerable, smooth-shaved skin between Jey's asscheeks, and Jey shivered, a shaky moan pushed out of his chest. It felt so good, the pleasure-edged sting and the wetness of Sami's tongue that followed, and Jey bit his lip, teased his nipples between his fingertips. He imagined how he might look from Sami's point of view: the raw, pink beard burn, matching the deep fuchsia of Jey's underwear; his hard, flushed cock and heavy balls barely contained in the scrappy lace; and his desperate, wet hole, completely exposed by the slutty lingerie.
As if he’d read Jey's mind, Sami licked into him again, squeezed his ass with both hands, and murmured, “Wish I could get you on video, Jey. Never seen a girl as eager to get her cunt eaten.”
“Fuck,” Jey choked out, his hips rocked just slightly, as he tried to ride Sami's face, but Sami pulled away.
“Come on, Jey, talk to me,” Sami said, low and husky. His breath tickled Jey's skin, but his mouth stayed away. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Keep doing what?” Sami pressed, and his tongue flicked at Jey's hole, it was quick and teasing. “I want to hear you say it, Jey. C'mon, tell me what my dirty girl wants.”
“Eat me out,” Jey said falteringly, eyes closed and cheeks flamed, but the words didn't sound as ridiculous as he feared they would, he's never been entirely confident talking dirty. Sami made an encouraging sound between his thighs. “C'mon, Sami, please,” he tried again breathlessly, forced his eyes open and looked down at Sami as he canted his hips invitingly, and bit his lip. “Eat my slutty ass. Give it good to your girl.”
Sami groaned approvingly and shoved his face back up, his tongue shallowly pushed in and out, fucking Jey's hole, his stubble burned deliciously with every thrust. Jey keens, as he jerked and his balance faltered.
“Fuckkk, mmmm-- Sami,” he whined, he gripped Sami's hair as tightly as he dared with his right hand to get better leverage, and ground against Sami's mouth. “Yea, mhmmm-- oh, fuck just like that. Fuckk-- just like that.”
He felt raw where Sami's stubble was scratching him, hypersensitive and so fucking wet, and Jey fumbled his left hand down to his underwear and fisted his leaking dick, he panted helplessly, jerked it as his hips rocked down onto Sami tongue.
Sami spread his ass with both hands, kneaded and squeezed, he let Jey use his mouth to get his pleasure. His thumbs pressed shallowly against Jey's hole, as he spread him even more, and Jey thumbed the head of his cock and managed a strangled “F-fuuuck,” before he came, and shot over his hand.
He nearly faceplanted in the headboard as he came down from the orgasm, and he barely caught himself, and rolled to the side and off Sami's face. “Fuck...fuck,” he whimpered weakly, and wiped his hand in the sheets, knowing that they'd have to be changed later anyway.
Sami laughed fondly, groped blindly with his hand until Jey turned and leaned into the one-armed embrace, as he caught his breath. Sami's warm hand rubbed his back. Jey was blissed out, almost floated, and he curved into Sami's touch like a cat, eager to get pet.
Sami let Jey calm down for a couple of minutes until Jey started to trace the flush on his chest, circling a nipple, flicking at it. Sami's breath hitches, and he squeezed Jey's asscheek and pulled back. “Come here, baby,” Sami said breathlessly and patted the bed next to his hip.
Jey rolled onto all fours and crawled to him, eyes glued to Sami's cock, as it tented his boxer briefs. Sami was still hot and hard, a damp patch on the cotton, and Jey's mouth was watering just from looking, just from the thought of getting that dick on his tongue.
Sami leaned back on the pile of pillows on Jey's side of the bed, and adjusted his underwear so that the head of his dick peeked out of the waistband, flushed and wet. Jey didn't need to be told what to do: he pushed his sweaty hair off his forehead, scooted closer, braced himself on his hands and knees, and leaned down.
Sami grunted when Jey put his lips against the tip, like he was giving it a kiss, and traced a slow, tiny figure eight on the soft skin with his tongue. Sami was already leaking, and Jey lapped the pre-cum; tiny kitten licks he knew Sami liked, before he sucked the tip into his mouth, tantalizingly shallow.
He pulled at Sami's briefs and Sami took the hint, lifted his hips slightly to push the underwear down past his ass. Jey hummed around the head of his dick when the fabric is out of the way, and started to go down, slowly, so Sami felt the slick slide of his mouth.
“Shit,” Sami groaned, as he thumbed the side of Jey's mouth where it’s stretched obscenely around the girth of his cock. His other hand that was broad and hot on Jey's spine, slid up to grab Jey's hair. “That’s my girl, come on, swallow that cock.”
Jey did as he was told, swallowed around the dick in his throat, then pulled up, dragged his tongue flat against the side. He licked his palm and wrapped his hand around the shaft as he sucked the tip back into his mouth, and started a torturously slow rhythm. He took Sami's cock as deep as he could, tonguing the head, while his hand worked the shaft, twisted his wrist, and varied the pressure of his grip.
Jey liked giving head: it didn't require prep, it was just as quick or slow as he wanted, and he liked the way Sami's hips twitched forward on their own when Jey got down on his knees. He’d been sucking Sami's cock for a long time now, and maybe he loved it so much because Sami's reaction has never changed: he still made the same addictive sounds as when they first started.
Sami rubbed Jey's hole with his fingertips but didn't breach the rim; just a reminder of who made Jey so raw and sloppy down there, and Jey shivered, and pushed his ass up, trying to seek contact. He’d starting to get hard again, and Sami's fingers were firm, relentless as they teased. Sami must know how much Jey wanted it, how eager he was to get fingered while he had Sami's cock in his mouth, but Sami didn't give it to him, instead concentrated on riling him up.
Sami made small sounds of pleasure, his hips rolled up to meet Jey's mouth, free hand fisted in the sheets. His lips were red and raw, and he was so worked up from having his tongue up Jey's ass that Jey didn't even really have to try. He sucked harder, cheeks hollowed, flicked his tongue against the sweet spot below the head and looked to the side, he glanced up at Sami from between his lashes.
It was a cheap trick: one of Sami's weakest spots when it came to sex is Jey looking at him, lips wrapped around his cock, and it worked like magic every time. Sami came with a guttural grunt, his hand tightening on Jey's ass, and Jey lapped it up, swallowed, milked him through it. Some of the cum escaped from the corner of his mouth, and Jey sat back on his haunches, licked his lips as he readjusted the sloppy way his panties sat on him.
Sami swore at the sight and tugged him in for a kiss by his neck, his mouth was hard and demanding on Jey's, and it made his half-hard dick twitch inside the panties. “Get the lube,” Sami said, voice rough and low, words rounded up like he was slurring a little. “I’m going go get a drink, and when I come back, I want to see that ass up and ready to take a cock.”
Sami kissed him again, and Jey's cock twitched more insistently, it fattened up further. He could almost feel it already, the slick slide of Sami's cock in his well-greased ass, sloppy and loose. Jey swallowed, licked his raw lips again. He loved getting fucked from behind, bred with his ass up, and Sami knew it, liked to take advantage of it, take his time with Jey when he was on all fours.
It was going to be a long and lovely afternoon.
Sami smacked his ass and rolled off the bed, remarkably steady on his feet after his orgasm. “Get on with it, Jey,” he said, but yanked Jey flat on his back by the foot and leaned down to kiss him senseless, and smirked when Jey laughed into his mouth.
“Yeah,” Jey said when they parted, breathless and grinning. “Yea.”
are any of those wips for new ships you haven’t posted yet?? 👀 i’m also curious what’s in “hot”
Hi Sailor!!!! (sorry not sure if that's what I should call you) 😆 @sailor-slam-dunk
Thank you for asking! 💞💞
Not atm. No new ships. It's the same Samijey, Punkintyre and Rheigns. Those are the ones I guess I'm most comfortable writing. And tbh I haven't actively thought about other combinations (sometimes I'm not very creative). I did end up writing a Codypunk, my latest fic, because of a request. But I wasn't too happy with the way it turned out tbh.
So, "Hot" is a Samijey fic. Basically, the weather is hot. Jey wears a kaftan. [Jey looked up from the pitcher, then down at himself. He’d worn a kaftan: thin pearl-purple silk down to mid-thigh, half-sleeved that exposed his tattooed forearms.] He wants to look nice for and surprise Sami.
Sami's response is not exactly what Jey hoped for. But Sami is hot and irritated and distracted. Jey is hurt/disappointed and Sami can tell. So... [Sami's head shot up from where he’d been glaring at his phone. “Wait, no, that’s not what I meant!” he blurted, almost panicked, he leaped up from his chair and moved to curl his fingers around Jey's wrist. His expression apologetic. “I’m sorry, I sounded like a tool. Please. You look great, Jey.”]
Safe to say things escalate from there. [Sami peeled the kaftan slowly off Jey, and kissed his way down from Jey's jaw, as it fell to the floor. And Jey had a fleeting thought about picking the kaftan up so it didn't get ruined, but then Sami's hands slid down Jey's back, reached the top of the panties and continued further down, and Sami found just warm skin where the lace should have stretched across Jey's ass.
“Fuckkk- fuck,” Sami said as he halted, stunned. He flexed his fingers, as he felt up the flesh there, where the missing backside of the underwear should have been, making Jey shiver at the rough touch on his bare skin. Sami looked up into Jey's eyes, and his gaze was dark and appreciative. “What’s this, baby?”
“An easy access,” Jey replies, coyly, a little breathless.]
TAGS for the fic will probably include, and should give you some idea about the rest of the fic: lingerie panties, a bit of feminization, rimming, Jey's tits, desperate, dirty talk, blow job.
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People can send an ask with the title(s) that most intrigue them, then you post a snippet or tell them about it!
Tagged by @pumpkinspicedlatta thank you so much! I too am new here! And I too have very few following/followers. I have a few smutty Wrestling WIPs (that I don't know if, all will see the light of day). Here are their titles:
Gym
Tears
Alley
Hot
Mouth
Tagging I actually don't know a lot of people on here. But I've read some spicy Samijey ones, so I'm going to tag those authors. Sorry if you've already been tagged. And no obligation to play along. @wweeden @spiicii sunnyloungee @sapphicsamizayn @antanamobay
Type: oneshot (sorry it turned out to be so long, and rushed, I definitely went overboard with this)
A/N: I had a couple of questions for the Codypunk bar fic 🥀 anon request. But unfortunately they weren't answered, so I forged ahead and came up with whatever came to my head (plus something that was already sitting in my drafts). I hope it's going to be okay! I hope you love it! 💞💞
(for the 🥀 anon that requested CodyPunk bar fic 💞)
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They were in a bar celebrating Randy's birthday, and Cody couldn't dance, despite his friends' best efforts to teach him. It’s just a fact of life. Punk is bisexual, the sky is blue, the grass is green, and his sometimes lover cannot dance.
That didn't mean he didn't try, because goodness, he did try. Randy comments that he looked like a dancing chicken, and Punk swears up and down that his boy has never looked hotter. Pants painted to his skin, the pearl button-up that he'd bought just for tonight tight against his biceps, and every time he turned, he'd tip his head to Punk with a wink, and Punk wanted nothing more than to ravish him.
He didn't know what song was playing, but it was becoming a fast favorite. His eyes didn't stray from Cody, and when he and Seth came off the dance floor, sweaty and breathless, he had to stop himself from pouncing on him.
Cody stayed long enough to grab another quick drink, but Cody was more interested in sticking his tongue down Punk's throat than taking a sip of his drink, not that Punk was complaining, before quickly leaving again.
His eyes still on Cody, he sees Cody rebuff a man, sees him go as far as to point at Punk, and even sees the words “Leave me alone. I’m with him” on Cody's lips. The man didn't seem to be able to take a hint, and Punk couldn't stand it.
He was out of his seat, and across the room in what felt like seconds, ignoring the “ooohs” from a drunk Seth behind him. He wrapped his arm around Cody's waist and pulled him to him tight.
“He’s taken.” Punk found himself saying with surprise. He’d never really been a jealous man until he met Cody and practically saw everyone and their mama checking Cody out. And while he understood why people looked at Cody, hell, he looked at Cody too, Cody's hot, he didn't like it. He wondered briefly if he was just going to have to stamp property of CM Punk across Cody's forehead one of these days.
“Alright, man,” the man said, raising his hands, seemingly taking the hint, before he slunk back into the crowd.
“Damn,” Cody said, as his body relaxed into Punk's side. “That was so hot.”
“Oh yeah?” smiled Punk.
“Yeah,” Cody mumbled as his teeth found Punk's earlobe and tugged. “Yeah, babe, you’re so fucking hot.”
That’s all it took. Punk pushed Cody towards the bathroom, ordering him to move. He’d been watching Cody dance like sin, at least according to him, the whole night and he couldn't take it anymore. He had to have him now.
“Punk, Punk wait,” Cody laughed as Punk pushed him into the bathroom while closing the door behind them. “It’s Randy's birthday, we really should-”
“I don’t give a fuck about Randy's birthday.” Punk snapped, his arm wrapped around Cody's waist and pulled him close as he latched the disabled bathroom door locked. It was so wrong, but no one would disturb them in here, and Punk needed no one to disturb them right now. There was a heat that buzzed low in his gut and under his skin, and if he didn't get his mouth on Cody soon, he'd explode, he’s sure of it. “I’ll send him a gift basket or something later.”
“Okay, okay,” Cody gasped as his half-hard cock brushed against Punk's thigh. “Y-you’re right. You’re right.”
“Of course, I am, baby,” Punk murmured, then attached his lips to Cody's collarbone, and nipped slightly. “Don’t act like you’re surprised. You knew what you were doing to me, dancing like that. So fucking pretty, baby.”
“R-really?” Cody asked breathily, his fingers running through Punk's hair as Punk sucked what is sure to be an impressive hickey into his skin.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Punk laughed slightly as Cody tugged him closer with a light whine. “Oh, you looked so pretty. You’re so pretty, baby.”
Cody whined again, his hips rutted against his thigh, and Punk felt almost lightheaded at the sight. If someone had told him back when he was still at AEW that he’d be out, and there’d be a gorgeous guy like Cody getting off against him, he would’ve laughed in their face. But here he was, and he had never been happier to be wrong, ever.
“That feel good, baby?” He asked, as his lips brushed Cody's pulse point.
“Y-yeah, yeah,” Cody groaned, as Punk tried to pull him impossibly closer.
“So desperate for me,” Punk cooed. “Gonna cum in your pants like a teenager, gonna get off all messy on my thigh, huh, sweetheart?”
“F-fuck!” Cody whimpered, hiding his face in the crook of Punk neck, the movement of his hips stuttered lightly. “Punk, please. Please, I need-”
“What do you need, baby?” Punk asked, his hand found Cody's hair, and slightly pulled, forcing him to look at him. “Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
“Wanna...Wanna-” Cody mumbled, his hand went to grip his cock, and Punk quickly batted his hand away.
“No, Cody,” he soothed him. “No. You’re gonna get off on my thigh or nothing else. Alright?” Tears began to fill Cody's eyes, but he nodded, sucking a breath in. Punk gripped his hips tight, encouraging the movement. ”Just like that, good boy.”
“Please,” Cody whimpered again after a while, his hip movements getting a little sloppy again.
Punk brushed his lips against Cody's neck, and tried desperately, impossibly, to pull him closer.
“You’re okay, Cody. You’re doing so well, does that still feel good baby?” Punk rasped, feeling impossibly turned on. They really shouldn’t be doing this, not in this dingy bathroom on Randy's birthday, but Punk can’t resist. Especially given the history between Cody and Randy.
Cody nodded, his pink tongue slightly sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he focused only on taking his pleasure from Punk. And Punk loved the sight more than anything in the world.
“Feels…feels sooo good,” Cody mumbled, sounding drunk with pleasure. “You make me feel so good. Fuck, I- I just need-”
“Come on Cody, come on baby, you can do it, you’re almost there” Punk whispered, interrupting him as he heard the hitching of his breath that indicated Cody was close. “Cum for me, cum for me, baby. Be my good boy and cum for me.”
That’s all it took before Cody's gone still and tensed in his arms, warmth bloomed between them.
“There we go, there it is, you’re perfect” Punk whispered into his temple, and ran his hands down Cody's back to soothe him as his hips half-heartedly twitched against him. “You’re so good for me, baby. That was so good.”
It took a moment for Cody to come back down, and Punk slowly pushed a loose curl out of his face as he blinked up at him.
“There you are,” Punk laughed, pulling away slightly to take a better look at him. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” Cody said, grimacing at no doubt what is the uncomfortable sticky, wet mess in his too-tight pants. “I just- fuck.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Punk said, seriously, shooting him a smirk as he ushered him towards the door. “We will. Let’s get out of here, baby.”
He got Cody to the door, but then changed his mind.
There was only a hallway between them and the bar where the party’s going on. But Punk didn't care, in fact, that was part of the thrill.
"I've changed my mind, I want to fuck you," Punk said, as he shook his head.
Cody chuckled. "I thought that's where we were headed to."
Punk shook his head again, as he dragged Cody towards the sink and stood flush behind him, and whispered into his ear. “No. I want to fuck you right here, right now, against the sink. Where I can see every expression on your face as I fuck you. Where you can see how pretty you look when you’re taking me.”
Cody gasped out a whine when their eyes met in the mirror. Punk didn't recognize the molten look in his, but Cody clearly did because his head tipped back onto Punk's shoulder with no hesitation, a broken moan pushed past those plush lips Punk wanted to kiss forever.
“Yeah, yeah, I want you to.” The words were firm, dripped with his desire and flared hot, it knocked something loose in Punk's chest cavity at the eagerness his sometimes lover always showed whenever they tried something new.
Punk stopped thumbing lightly at his skin, where he had slid his hand under Cody's shirt, and flattened his palm on Cody's stomach, then dragged his hand up the smooth skin so Cody could feel all the calluses on his palms scraping their way up his torso. He shifted in Punk's arms as the movement tickled, but his eyes stayed wide-eyed, fixed on where they could now see Punk's hand pressed over Cody's heart in the mirror.
His top rose with each movement, bunching up in the crook of Punk's elbows. Punk peeled it off him and tossed it to the side, then immediately fitted his teeth to the inviting curve of Cody's shoulder, right where he knew Cody was hypersensitive.
The filthy moan Cody let out echoed in the bathroom, and Punk grinned against his skin, the movement bringing goosebumps to Cody's skin.
Any time they'd had sex in any bathroom, it had been in the shower, there had always been the insistent drum of water pouring over them to muffle the worst of their sounds.
Punk hadn’t anticipated just how much louder all of their noises would be in this small space, absent of anything to soften them, but he's not going to complain about it. He doesn't care if anyone hears them. In fact he wouldn't mind at all.
Cody's face is flushed a deep red when Punk looked up from the mark he’d sucked onto Cody's shoulder. His pupils were blown out, it swallowed the blue that Punk loved so much, and was hazed over with his own desire.
“So pretty,” Punk said quietly, unable to think of another word that described the way his face looked, or the way his eyes blazed hot as they watched Punk, or the way his mouth was already kiss-bitten from his own teeth instead of Punk's.
Punk really tried not to be jealous of the man’s own fucking teeth, but the pleased sound that escaped him when he turned Cody's head to capture his lips said otherwise.
He flicked his tongue along Cody's top lip and slowly, carefully took him apart just like this — his hand wrapped around Cody's neck to keep his head turned, fingers splayed against his jaw as their mouths slide together. He tasted like the combination of drinks he had gone through that evening, and the spicy, strong flavor of his last drink, but even the sharp flavors couldn't hide the underlying taste of Cody.
Punk swallowed all the breathy whimpers Cody made against his mouth, the scratch of his stubble against Cody's smooth skin leaving it marked red, lighting Punk's blood on fire in the best possible way.
Cody kissed with unparalleled focus, he fell pliant under Punk with a single press of their lips and he let himself fall to pieces where Punk would be there to put him back together again.
When their eyes met in the mirror again, Punk's struck with just how much more vulnerable they were like this. It’s heady to have that much trust thrum between them like a live wire, and it’s never something either of them took for granted. Even if it was, unfortunately, the occasional tryst.
Cody's lips were swollen from Punk's teeth, now, shiny and spit-slick. A sheen of sweat glimmered on his forehead as he shifted restlessly in place, his hips rocked back into where the thick, hard line of Punk's cock pressed against his ass. Punk's hand was still on his neck, fingers spread enticingly over the tattooed skin of his throat.
Punk felt Cody's pulse beat under his fingers, felt the rough bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard.
The position this put them in sent fire licking across every inch of Punk's skin, an inferno flared between them where they were pressed together. He dragged his hand away from Cody's neck down, and rolled a nipple between two fingers, he tugged gently before he traced the thick muscles covered by the soft skin of Cody's torso.
“Punk,” Cody moaned out breathlessly, his eyes shut as he dropped his head down, hanging between his shoulders. “Come on, please, fuck me.”
Punk watched him quietly, watched the same flush that was on his face spread to the back of his neck, then further down his shoulder blades.
The too-bright fluorescent lighting of the bathroom should have made him look washed out, but instead, it played into the dips and shadows of Cody's skin, making the expanse of his back look like something ethereal.
Slowly, Punk hooked his fingers into the waistband of Cody's uncomfortably sticky pants, a relief for Cody as he slid them down his legs as Punk lowered himself to his knees behind him, leaving open-mouthed kisses down the divot of his spine as he went. Cody's head shot up at that, and Punk watched him from his perch between Cody's legs.
He couldn't see the mirror from there, could hardly see past where Cody's bent slightly over.
But Cody could. Cody could see himself, the way he looked, even if he couldn't see exactly what Punk was doing to him.
Punk pressed another open-mouthed kiss against the small of Cody's back, then the curve of Cody's ass, pulled his cheeks apart as he went. Cody groaned, and shifted as he was exposed to the slightly chilled air of the bathroom, and then the ghost of Punk's warm breath.
“Keep your eyes on yourself while I eat you out,” is all Punk said before his mouth was on him.
He licked over his hole with the flat of his tongue, relished the clean taste of Cody and the shout that echoed off the bathroom walls as Cody arched back into him.
“Fuck!” he cried out as his palm slammed against the granite counter.
Punk payed him no mind as he flicked his tongue over his entrance, his fingers dug into the flesh of Cody's ass and held him apart, vulnerable for Punk's taking.
He could picture exactly how Cody got whenever Punk rimmed him. He knew how red he got, how his cock leaked obscenely and made a mess out of him, exactly how he rolled his lips into his mouth or bit the side of his hand when he got close. He knew how much Cody loved having his hole played with, how he got crazy when Punk got his mouth on him.
He wanted Cody to see it for himself.
“Tell me what you see,” Punk murmured, breaking through the litany of moans and breathy sounds as Cody ground back into his face. He pressed the heel of his hand against the insistent bulge in his pants, rock-hard and vying to finally fuck Cody against the bathroom counter.
Punk reached between Cody's legs where his cock hung, heavy as it leaked on the bathroom floor, gave it a perfunctory stroke as he pulled away. Cody's hole was spit-slick, and winked at him, practically taunting Punk, but he tore his eyes away and looked up.
From his vantage point, all Punk could see was that Cody's gaze was fixed on the small gap between his stomach and the counter, almost like he could envision the sight of Punk rimming him.
“What do you look like?” Punk repeated, while he tightened his grip around Cody's dick.
“Punk, please,” Cody begged, an edge of shame outlined his plea. Punk didn't budge, he leaned back in and licked a stripe over his hole, then lower to suck on his taint before he pulled one of his balls between his lips.
Cody whined and writhed against the counter, and in between the borderline-obscene sounds that fell from his lips, Punk could hear the slick slide of his hands as it grappled for purchase on the counter where the water hadn't dried up from whomever used it last, and somehow, it made this moment all the more dirtier.
Punk hummed against Cody's skin, tapped his thigh twice to remind him of the question.
“My-my face is red. I’m feeling hot from how good you make me feel, I'm sweating and panting,” Cody started, clearly he felt awkward about it.
Punk's heart cracks a little, even as he kept up his ministrations, because Cody clearly didn't know how angelic he looked like this. Cody didn't know how gorgeous he looked when his cock is flushed a deep red, setting off his paler skin, how he looked when his hair framed him like a handsome picture, the gel sweated out of it and made messier by Punk's fingers.
He doubles his efforts, pointed his tongue to loosen Cody up enough to him to slip in one finger. It’s tight, not nearly slick enough, but it’s the drag that Cody loves, and the long-drawn out groan he let out as he arched his back only proved it.
“Do you see how beautiful your eyes look when I get my fingers in you? How they look almost navy blue with how dark they get?” Punk stroked inside him, crooked his finger just so. A choked sound ripped its way out of Cody's throat when Punk dragged his finger against his prostate, and Punk's patience snapped.
He got to his feet, wrestled out of his pants as he leaned over Cody to set it aside, but not before he grabbed the lube from it. He mentally thanked himself for his forward thinking.
“Finally,” Cody gasped out. Punk nipped at his ear for the sassy remark as he popped open the lid, making a mess everywhere in his rush. He couldn’t care less right now — not when he had Cody spread out beneath him, clinging to the sink as he pathetically ground his hips back for any sort of friction.
“Look how desperate you look,” Punk murmured, hardly recognizing the desperation in his own voice as he worked one finger back into Cody, then another, then a third. He kept pressing more open-mouthed kisses against the broad span of Cody's shoulders, stopping to scrape his teeth warningly when Cody rocked back, as he tired to get Punk's fingers deeper into him. “You’ll take what I give you, won’t you?”
Cody's eyes flew open and he met Punk's in the mirror with no little amount of desire. He practically trembled with it, something about the way he’d been forced to see the way he looked when they were like this made him just as desperate as Punk was when the thought had first hit him.
The mirror served as a reflection in more ways than one, and it was intoxicating to have the same desire in Punk be reflected in his partner, by way of this glass, or by the way Cody pressed back into him like he couldn't get enough of Punk.
The fleeting thought to do this right here right now, in a public bathroom in front a mirror where anyone could hear them, rather than wait to go back to the privacy of their room. Is so much better than anything he could’ve made up in his head, Punk thought as he finally freed his cock. Cody's head dropped again as Punk's cock slid between his cheeks, frictionless because of Punk's overzealous prep.
Punk slid a hand up Cody's spine to curl his fingers in his hair, tugged his head back until he was forced to meet his own eyes — inches away from the glass.
“Watch,” he instructed, and marveled over the way the blush on Cody's face flared hotter even before Punk got his cock in him.
Punk pressed into him slowly. And Cody fought to keep his eyes on himself as his jaw fell slack, but they involuntarily closed at the first stretch. As the head of Punk's cock slipped past the ring of Cody's hole easily, and sucked him in deeper.
Twin groans tangled in the air as Punk's hips met Cody's ass. Cody opened his eyes to connect with Punk's in the mirror, and the sheer intimacy of that contact pushed any thought of making Cody watch himself, or that they were in public, out of Punk's mind.
“I love the way you get when I first push into you,” Punk said reverently as he drew back out and pushed back in.
Cody's hair, sweaty and mussed from Punk's fingers, fell into his eyes as he gazed back at Punk. Eyes that were bright, glossed over with something carnal that made Punk come to life.
“How do you want this?” he said.
“Hard,” Cody groaned, as he moved his hands to brace them on the edge of the counter. Punk's hands landed on either side of Cody's as he rolled his hips, and slammed back into him.
The filthy slap of skin on skin sounded so much louder like this, confined to the four walls of the small bathroom as Punk fucked him. It’s obscene, the wet sounds of lube as Punk thrusted into him hard, grinding his hips deep when he bottomed out so Cody felt every inch of him.
“Fuck-fuck, Punk,” Cody gasped out when Punk fell into the hard pace he’d wanted. The head of his cock hit his prostate with each thrust, and Punk angled it to keep up the stimulation he needed.
Cody's hand came off the counter, but before it could wrap around his neglected cock, Punk intercepted it, tangled their fingers together and pushed him back against the counter. He moved until both their fingers were interlooked, held in place by Punk's grip resting back on the counter.
“No, you’ll come on my cock or not at all,” Punk whispered in his ear, and pressed a kiss to the words.
Punk relished the high whine his lover let out at being pinned in place, his eyes hungrily traced the thick, bulging muscles of his arms down to his waist. Cody turned his head and captured his lips in a searing kiss, and Punk forgot anything but the taste of Cody's mouth and the clench of Cody's hole around his cock.
“Right there, Punk, mmmhm- yesss- I’m so close,” Cody groaned out. Punk untangled one hand, and hooked it under Cody's arm, pressed it flat against his chest and hauled him up against Punk's front. The new angle made each of Punk's thrusts sink deeper, and like this, they’re both fully present in the mirror.
There was no hiding the expression on either of their faces as they chased their pleasure, Cody hung onto Punk's arm as he got fucked. To have Cody's broad body pinned in place by Punk's slightly smaller form only added to just how hot this really was, to have him relinquish control in favour of Punk taking care of him. His fantasies never having had anything on the sight of Cody easily giving Punk the reins.
Punk looked down over Cody's shoulder and saw the sticky stream of precum beading on the tip of his already cum covered cock, and he knows that Cody's about to come. He kept up his pace, grinding deep into his prostate before he pulled out and slammed back in.
“I love when you look like this for me. All fucked out on my cock, leaking because of how badly you want to come.”
In the bounds of the mirror, hung a few inches above the sink tap, only their upper halves were visible. They couldn't see Cody's cock jerking with each slide of Punk's dick over his prostate, couldn't see the way his precum was streaking the bathroom tiles. They couldn't see the drag of Punk's cock as he fucked him, couldn't see the way Cody's hips rocked desperately back into each thrust.
There was something far more intimate about the mirror only showing the upper halves of their bodies, only showing a suggestion of what they were doing together below. It felt obscene in the best way.
The choked sound Cody let out is Punk's only warning before Cody cums untouched, thick ropes of it stained the floor as his knees buckled under him, a cry of Punk's name bounced off the walls.
The vice grip Cody had on his cock sent Punk over the edge, too, and he sunk his teeth into a mark on Cody's shoulder as he filled him. The knot of pleasure that exploded nearly blinds him for a minute, as stars exploded behind his eyelids.
Cody's all loose and relaxed from his orgasm, slumped back into Punk's hold, while Punk thinks he still felt the aftershocks of it roll through his lower abdomen as he lazily rolled his hips into Cody's ass a few more times, as he milked the last dregs of their release out of both of them.
For a long minute, the small space was nothing but the sounds of them catching their breath, the scent of sex hung in the air, and the sight of them tangled up together, as they stood as they were. Punk didn't think his legs could move from there just yet, and he was more than content to stay wrapped around Cody until they could.
“Cody?” Punk checked in with his lover, curled his hand around Cody's nape as he pulled out. Cody let out a little whimper as he was suddenly left empty, and Punk quickly slipped two fingers into his stretched hole to take off the edge of the feeling.
Cody is still leaned over the sink, face half pressed into the counter.
“It’s always so good,” Cody mumbled drowsily, and shifted to turn into Punk's arms and snaked a hand around his waist, dislodging Punk's fingers from his hole.
“Beautiful,” Punk tells him, brushing sweaty hair off his forehead as he guided Cody away from the counter.
It’s the intimacy with each other that they both craved above all, and Punk peppered light kisses on Cody's skin, as he leaned into the scrape of Cody's fingers in his hair as he did so.
They stay wrapped up in each other for another moment, a cocoon of warmth that neither wanted to leave. But they know they had to, they were now pushing it.
“Punk?” Cody asked, after they finally start to do something that resembled moving.
“Hm?”
“We’re definitely doing that again,” he said, as he leaned past Punk to get a some toilet paper to clean up the mess, and bent down to wipe his own mess off the tiles. Despite having come hard enough to see stars literally five minutes ago, Punk's eyes were drawn to and mesmerized by the sway of his ass, and Cody's hole slightly puffed from being fucked.
Cody caught him staring, and an exasperated smirk rose to his face as he straightened, tossing the toilet paper into the toilet bowl and flushing it as he approached Punk, pulling him flush against his chest as he uttered out eleven words that would have Punk rearing to go again, if he wasn’t on the wrong side of forty. And in a public bathroom.
“But this time, I’ll make you watch yourself get fucked. Hard.”
I had two questions for the Codypunk bar fic 🥀 anon request. But unfortunately they haven't been answered, so I'm forging ahead and coming up with whatever nonsense that comes into my head. I hope that's going to be okay!
I'm busy this week. So I'll start on it next week and it should be done within the week!
To the 🥀 anon that requested the CodyPunk bar fic (I hope you see this). I have a couple of questions. One, they meeting in a bar? Two, and do they know each other?
Characters/relationship: CM Punk, Drew Mcintyre - Punkintyre (Drew x Punk)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Punk loves Drew's body. Especially his chest. For a few reasons.
Tags: rubbing/nuzzling, PWP, hand job, anal sex, explicit, boyfriends, Drew's titties, Drew is hairy, Punk loves it
Type: oneshot
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get to. Anywho, I had this idea because, well, Drew does have some very hairy nice titties (it's not as kinky as it sounds). I hope you love it! 💞💞
(since you @rafarogeliofr preferred Punkintyre 💞)
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If Punk were asked which part of Drew's body he loved the most, he would definitely say his chest.
He knew it wasn't the most conventional answer. But Punk had many reasons why he was especially fond of it. At the beginning, when Drew and he still fought — battling it out in the middle the ring or anywhere for that matter, Punk had accidentally picked up the habit of unconsciously tracing Drew's pecs with his fingers, just to feel the slight hum of Drew's powerful body beneath him.
He loved to feel Drew's heartbeat against him, for some reason always able to settle something inside him much easier, when he did. And of course, Drew was in great shape from hours of lifting heavy weights and training in the gym, and Punk wasn't above shamelessly ogling his now boyfriend.
There was another reason though. One that Punk would never say aloud to anyone, but which always reared its head when they had sex.
Drew's body hair was really fucking hot.
“Shit, did you lose something down there?” Drew half-gasped, half-laughed as his hand patted the back of Punk's neck, only pressing his face harder between Drew's pecs.
The distinct scent of Drew was clouding Punk's senses as he nuzzled the soft hair in the center of Drew's sternum, his heart residing right underneath. Sometimes he thought that he'd be happy to just do this for a couple of hours, but he couldn't lie – sitting on top of Drew's dick and being fucked by him like this was the best feeling in the world, and he wouldn't give it up for anything.
Punk felt Drew's hands clenched where he was holding onto Punk's thighs, spreading them apart for better leverage so he could bury his cock further into him, over and over again, while Punk keened and huffed desperate breaths against Drew's clavicle. It probably said something about him, that he was more focused on the feeling of Drew's happy trail rubbing against his own stomach and dick, than the thick cock that was filling him up so fully again and again. Not that Punk cared if it was normal.
Especially because he knew that Drew loved it too.
He raised his face and turned it just enough to fit his lips around Drew's right nipple and bit down – not hard enough to actually hurt but more so to get Drew to twitch and grip Punk's head a little tighter, digging his hands into Punk's hair. The scraping of Drew's nails against his scalp, sent shivers down Punk's spine, and Drew's thrusts picked up speed of their own accord.
“Fucking hell,” Drew hissed, and Punk groaned, pressing his face into Drew's chest so he could feel the vibrations as Drew continued speaking, “You feel so good. So tight around me."
"Unnnh...p-please, touch me – fuckkk,” moaned Punk.
It took a little adjusting to get his hand around Punk's cock, but Drew managed it with practiced ease, his heart pounding in his throat when Punk clenched down on him like a vice.
Punk was hunched over needing to keep contact with Drew's hairy chest rubbing his forehead all over against Drew's pecs, shivering at the prickling sensation of Drew's hair rubbing against his face.
He had no idea how to explain why exactly he loved this so much. There was just something about it, the texture maybe, or perhaps the way it made his skin tingle to touch all of the rougher parts of Drew. He'd never had that much body hair himself, and it only made him love Drew's more, rugged and perfect in all of its imperfection.
Punk's cock was rock hard in Drew's large hand, dripping precome, and Punk wished he could look at it, but that would mean plucking his face off of Drew's chest, and that simply wasn't a sacrifice that he was willing to make right now. He had a feeling that neither of them was going to last much longer, so Punk was determined to make every second count, nuzzling Drew's pecs in urgency as he was hammered by Drew's cock inside him, liquid heat rushing through his veins like lava.
The growing tension in Drew's muscles was Punk's cue to speed up his hips, bouncing on Drew's lap matching him thrust for thrust, moaning when Drew tugged on his hair so hard that pinpricks of pleasure-pain bloomed all over his head.
“Come here,” Drew gasped, and the plea in his voice finally gave Punk the incentive to raise his head, just enough for Drew to bend down and capture his lips in a fierce kiss.
Punk's pulse was racing – pure, animal need ratcheting up inside him like a stick flame when Drew grabbed his ass to pull him in harder, urging Punk to take him deeper. Punk could barely breathe through the surge of pleasure, and, he gives in.
Drew was fucking up into him as hard as he dared, and goosebumps rose on Punk's skin at the incredible feeling and noises Drew made with every movement.
“Oh fuck, yeah – don't stop,” Punk practically sobbed, arching on top of Drew, and Drew felt like his entire world narrowed down to the sight of Punk giving it all up for him, chasing his pleasure above Drew without a hint of shame.
Drew would never understand what he'd done to be gifted the privilege of seeing Punk like this. Watching him fall apart because of him was the most beautiful thing in the world.
His own approaching orgasm took a backseat to Punk's as Drew focused on rolling his hips and lengthening his thrusts the way Punk liked, tightening the grip he still had on Punk's cock to stroke him harder, and Punk made a wrecked noise that buried its way right under Drew's skin.
“I'm –“ was as far as Punk got before his body surged back arched and he came with a gasp, his cock pulsing in Drew's hand. For a few precious moments, all Drew could do was watch with bated breath while Punk was wracked by shudders, stroking Punk through it while he shallowly pumped his hips. A part of Drew was tempted to leave it at that and rock Punk to sleep just like this, still on him, if only because Punk looked so loose and peaceful in the aftermath.
But then his eyes fell on Punk's clenched hands and still twitching cock – and Drew's burning need returned to him with a vengeance.
“Punk, I – Can I?” he asked breathlessly, and Punk blinked his eyes open with obvious difficulty before a lazy smile took over his face.
“Yeah. Go for it.”
Drew leaned in to crush their lips together as he started fucking Punk in earnest again, letting himself really feel all of it now – the tight squeeze of Punk's body around him, the heat and friction against his cock, the feeling of Punk's warm body rubbing against his – and Drew barely made it through a handful of thrusts before he followed Punk right over the edge, groaning through the tidal wave of bliss that rushed through his entire body, leaving him shivering in its wake.
As soon as he was done, he dropped forward against Punk still fiercely clinging to him, and Punk absentmindedly squeezed him in closer, his chest against Drew's hairy pecs needing to feel every bit of it against his own, before he eventually leaned back and moved his head down and nuzzling the front of Drew's chest and only snapping back to awareness when Drew snorted.
“I'll never understand why you like that so much,” Drew said, amused but almost painfully fond, his eyes glinting. Punk buried his face in Drew's chest again, to hide his reddening face.
It was really just an excuse though, to do it again.
“I love everything about you. That's why.”
Punk heard Drew's breathing hitch before he chuckled. “Alright, Casanova. Reel it in.”
“It's just the truth.” Punk bent down and pressed a kiss right to the center of Drew's sternum. “I'm head over heels for you.”
Punk's chest filled with warmth when he felt Drew's thick beard move along his skin as Drew smiled against his temple. “Love you too.”
Characters/relationship: Roman Reigns, Cody Rhodes - Rheigns (Roman x Cody)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Roman can't resist Cody in panties. Panties he buys him. And Cody, he is desperate for Roman's mouth to be on him. But, only if Roman hears the right words..
Warnings/Tags: absolute filth, PWP, needy Cody, they both call it Cody's pussy, some feminization, spanking, rimming, anal sex, explicit, dirty talk
Type: oneshot
A/N: Let me know what you think! Do people, and will people read these kind of (just) smut fics, if I write more? (different ships)
(for the people who showed interest for Rheigns 💞 Sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting @rafarogeliofr - Punkintyre will be next, @agarcia120978, @traylee24)
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"Spread your legs for me.”
Cody blushed furiously.
“Cody.” Roman's voice, low and insistent, made it clear he wasn't taking I'm shy for an answer.
“Okay. Alright…” Cody eased his thighs open, revealing the pink satin panties Roman gave him earlier that day.
“See? What'd I tell you? Feels good, doesn't it.”
“Yeah.”
Roman rubbed his fingers over Cody's cock through the satin. Cody couldn't help his hips bucking as he moaned, and a dark flush of precum spread leaking through the fabric.
Roman smirked, tonguing it immediately, and Cody's hips rutted upward, a gasp leaving his lips in response.
“Gonna take care of you. Don’t you worry.” Roman slipped the panties to the side, exposing Cody's neatly shaven balls, drawing one into his mouth, then the other, holding Cody's thighs wide open with the palms of his hands.
“Fuck! Oh shit. Unghh- fuckkk.”
“Yeah, Cody, you like that?
“Please…just...please.”
“Please what?”
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Love to hear you say it. Not gonna if you don’t say it. You know the rules.”
Cody squirmed.
“Mmn…lick me.”
Roman grinned up at Cody, dark eyes glinting mischievously.
“Lick what, exactly? Want me to lick your cock through your pretty pink panties?”
Cody groaned, yes, but that’s not what he wanted right now. Not what he needed.
“No. Want you to…”
“Come on, baby. Tell me what you need,” Roman growled.
Cody's breath hitched, and he breathed out, “I want you to lick my…ass.”
Roman smacked Cody's ass, leaving a deliciously pink palm print that he was tempted to run his tongue over. “Uh-uh. That’s not what we're calling it tonight, is it?”
“Roman,” whined Cody.
“You want it, you gotta ask for it right. I’ll do it. You know I want to. Can’t fucking wait to. But I gotta hear you ask me right.”
Cody wouldn't say it. Couldn't say it.
Roman spanked him harder, turning the flesh under his hand pink, then reddish, then a darker red. Cody cried out with each smack.
"Say it, baby. Say it or I won't let you cum. Just tease you all night. Maybe I won't even do that."
Cody blushed hard and frowned, his face and chest turned bright red. He turned his head away, and whispered into the pillow, “Lick my pussy.”
“Can’t hear you, Cody.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not until you say it.”
Roman placed one finger against Cody's jaw and with the lightest of pressure, tipped Cody's face back.
“Look at me.”
Cody's eyes fluttered, locked onto Roman's chest, then raised to meet his gaze.
“Give you everything you want. You just gotta say the words.”
Cody swallowed hard. “Lick my pussy.”
Roman groaned. “There you go. That’s what I wanted to hear.” Roman tugged the panties to the side, moved his tongue lower, ignoring his cock completely, pressing it lightly against Cody's perineum.
“Want me to eat you out like a girl, Cody?”
Cody dug his fingers into the sheets and arched his back, and nodded frantically. “Please. Please.”
Roman pulled Cody's legs closer, tugged the panties halfway down Cody's thighs, then pushed his legs back, pink satin stretched between them, Cody's plump ass exposed and open. He teased the tip of his tongue around the rim. “Say it again. So pretty when you say it.”
Cody chewed his lower lip and looked Roman in the eye, Cody's blue eyes already gone darker from the pleasure he was already experiencing, and the pleasure he was expecting. “Lick my pussy. Please.”
Roman plunged his face between Cody's thighs, eating him out like a starved man at a feast made just for him. “Taste so good, Cody. So fucking good.” He swirled his tongue in circles, darted in to penetrate the first ring, curling up at the tip, making Cody gasp, then licked long and slow from the back all the way up to the base of his cock, pressing his thumb against the perineum in a way that felt so good for Cody, his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sensation.
Roman licked Cody good and messy, with lots of saliva to keep it slick. His tongue unnaturally broad and thick and long. “Yeah, babygirl. All nice and wet. So good. Could do this for fucking days.”
Cody moaned at babygirl, moaned at hearing Roman say he could do this for days, and he desperately tugged at the panties restricting his legs. “Off. Please. Off.”
Roman tugged them down his legs, freeing him and set them at his side, in arm’s reach. Cody was then able to spread his legs wide, heels on the bed, and fuck up into Roman's tongue, gyrating against his face, hands holding the back of Roman's head.
“Tell me how much you love it or I’ll stop.”
Cody sobbed. “P-Please. Don’t sto- F-Fuck. Your tongue is so fucking good. Feels...mmm...so perfect in my pussy. Love it when you eat me out. S-So w-wet for you.”
Cody's cock was dripping with precum, all over his stomach. Cody pulled Roman's hand up so he could feel it.
“Fuck. Cody. You're soaking wet.” Roman brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked. Cody let out a helpless groan and grabbed the backs of his knees, spreading himself open even wider.
“Don’t stop, Ro. Fuck my wet little pussy with your tongue.”
Roman held Cody's ass with both hands and rocked him up and down against his mouth, making him fuck himself against Roman's tongue. Cody cried out again and again, delirious with pleasure begging for more. Roman stabbed his tongue as deep inside Cody as he could, twisting it, opening him up.
“Roman-Ro. Mmhh...gonna make me cum.”
Roman pressed his lips tight against Cody's ass and sucked rhythmically. Cody started to shudder, his hips moved frantically, as he flailed around. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuckk-k. I need to cum for you. Please. Ro. Let me cum. Please.”
“How do you want to cum, Cody?” Roman liked making Cody talk dirty, liked making him say it. “With my tongue in your hot little pussy? Or on my cock?”
“Your tongue. Make me come with your tongue. Fuck. Gonna cum so fucking hard for you.”
Roman flicked his tongue around and just inside Cody's ass, scraping his tongue against him roughly, driving him hard now, listening to his keens and cries. “Come on, Cody. Cum for me.” He grabbed the pink panties at his side and wrapped them around the head of Cody's cock, sliding the slick fabric up and down lightly, just giving him a bit more sensation to tip him over the edge, driving his tongue as hard and deep inside Cody as he could.
Cody threw his head back and howled, shooting so hard that cum spattered his chest and face, spasming beneath Roman.
Roman slid up and slid his cock inside Cody in one hard thrust. “Fuck, babygirl, look how sweet you took that.” Cody's body didn’t resist whatsoever, just drew Roman in deep, closing tight around him. “So fucking tight.” Roman went deep and rolled his hips in a slow, grinding circle. Cody brought his legs all the way back and grabbed his ankles, tipping his ass up so Roman could take him as deep as he wanted. Roman drew back and plunged in to the base, and again, and harder. “Fuck, Cody, Cod…”
Roman moved his hips in a circlar motion once again, slow and deep, causing dual moans from both men.
Roman's eyes squeezed shut in pure pleasure. While Cody's eyes rolled once more to the back of his head, mouth hung open as he drooled, his neck exposed and back arched. A few more deep plunges from Roman and with that, Roman was coming, his whole body convulsing uncontrollably, making rough, guttural cries.
After a moment, Roman pulled free and collapsed at Cody's side. When he’d recovered somewhat he brushed his lips against Cody's neck. “Was that good, babygirl? What you wanted?”
Cody buried his face in Roman's chest. “Yeah. Fuck. So good.”
“I'm glad.”
Cody smiled.
Roman pulled Cody closer. “Oh, and next time, Cody? Next time you’re wearing a skirt too.”
Characters/relationship: Jey Uso, Sami Zayn - Samijey (Jey x Sami)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Sami begging Jey to let him touch him, just a little, that's all he's asking.
Tags: begging, PWP, desperate, thigh fucking, explicit, anal sex
Type: oneshot
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“Please, baby? I’ll be quick. Just want to feel you. It’s been so long. I’ll just fuck your thighs. You don't even need to do anything. Just need to touch you.”
Jey sighs, melting back into the solid chest behind him, as Sami mouths at his throat, nipping and licking the skin there. A strong hand slides between his legs, cupping his cock over his pants. Jey can't help himself, bucking lightly into it, shuddering at how warm and firm Sami's hand feels on him, needing more.
“Okay,” he concedes. “Just my thighs. I’m not trainin tomorrow sore and sleep deprived."
“Thank you, baby,” Sami coos, quickly pulling at their clothing, getting rid of both their pants. He’s so desperate he doesn’t even bother with their shirts, just removes enough clothing to get his leaking cock between Jey's plush thighs.
“Feel so good,” Sami murmurs, groaning, he's rocking into Jey, cock rubbing right over Jey's balls.
The younger man sighs at the pleasurable glide he feels, it's a little rough with only Sami's leaking cock to ease the friction, but he's already tempted to change his mind and let Sami fuck him properly.
“Fuck,” Sami whines. “Feel so good, babe. So good. Can I change positions, baby please. I won't fuck you. Just want to feel you."
Jey's nodding, moaning as Sami's cock nudges his opening as he slides against his crack, his hole still loose from earlier today. His resolve cracking further and further with each rough slide against his opening. A particularly hard thrust causes the head of Sami's cock to catch his hole briefly.
“Jey, please. Just the tip. Let me put it in. I won’t go deep. Just need to feel you clench around me. Need to feel your heat, how tight you are for me."
He's gonna regret it, he knows he is, but Sami's breathless begging and needy moans are clouding his brain. He wants to feel him too. Wants to be stretched out on his delicious cock.
“Just the tip,” Jey moans.
Sami quickly lubes himself up, and he keens as he presses the head of his cock in, rocking gently against Jey's back as he mouths at his nape.
“So fuckin hot. So tight. Love how you feel. Fuck, baby. So good for me.”
Jey is panting breathless as he feels himself getting closer, a wicked hand moving to stroke his cock snaking between his legs. He knows what’s coming. Knows Sami won’t be able to get off like this and dammit, he knows he can’t say no to the man.
“Please,” Sami begs. “Please can I fuck you? You feel too good. Can't help myself. Please, baby. Want to fill you. Need to feel you clench and tremble around me again. I’ll make it good, I swear. I’ll make you come so good, baby. Please.”
Jey sucks in a breath, he knows he's defeated. He wants it just as much, he's as needy, as the man behind him. If not more.
“You fuckin owe me,” he gasps. Sami takes it for the permission it is, gripping Jey's hip with his free hand and slamming home. He fucks him hard and deep, desperately chasing the pleasure he craves, as Jey strokes his own cock with renewed vigor.
“Fuckin perfect,” Sami growls into his shoulder. “So good. Like a freakin dream. I'm close. Can I come in you? Fill you up? Please, babe. Please let me come in you”.
Jey arches his back pushing back onto Sami, he reaches back gripping Sami by his long hair and pulling him into a filthy kiss. They pant and lick into each other’s mouths, moaning and whining as they hit their peaks together.
Jey feels hot cum coating his insides as he flutters around Sami's cock, milking every last drop from him. They barely swallow each other’s cries and moans, rocking together until the friction is too much.
Sami pulls out with a kiss to Jey's sweaty head.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispers, peppering kisses everywhere he can reach.
“I don’t wanna hear shit tomorrow when I can’t keep up with trainin,” Jey grumbles.
Sami laughs, nuzzling their heads together.
“Deal. I won't say a word.”
