Hello guys, gals, whomever sees this. Welcome to my writing room!
My name is Jasmine (or you can call me Jazz I don't mind), and I'm just a girl who sometimes likes to write whenever she has motivation. I don't always write because of writer's block or college gets in the way of it. So, this is mostly something I like to do at my own pace.
I will take requests, but just warning you ahead of time, I may not get to it right away. The reason is explained in the first paragraph. Bear with me though!
You will most likely see video game characters, tv show characters, and wrestlers when it comes to writing. I do celebrities from time to time, but not that often. Hence why I have a fixation on fictional characters.
I do have rules, however. If you think I will be writing any incest or anything with minors, you are asking the wrong person. I will do gore since I am most likely writing stuff for The Boys, but nothing too much besides that. I do SFW and NSFW fics - just a heads up.
christian grabbing the belt and running off going “IM THE CHAMPION” while rick knox helplessly runs after trying to get the belt back and telling him no, only for the camera to pan over to cope who is wearing a popcorn bucket on his head, sees what christian is doing, and goes to grab the other belt too was just pure fucking comedy. these old men are so unserious
christian cage x fem!reader (smut)
inclusions: dom!christian (ofc), teasing, edging, pet names, slight degradation, fingering, unprotected sex, small aftercare
a/n: hi so if you guys know the hey violet song, it's kind of based on that? also, if this is iffy, I apologize. it's been a HOT minute.
Everyone in that AEW locker room would tease you. Why? Well, because it was so obvious that you had a thing for The Patriarch himself: Christian Cage.
You had signed for the company a year ago since Tony Khan has seen your work. Truth be told, you had tons of companies calling for you.
While the locker room has its moments, you grew a bond with a few people in the company. After all, you were a bit young. Therefore, you got along with everyone easily.
Recently, you got to work with Adam Copeland in his feud with The Patriarchy. Adam was like your mentor. So, would it be weird that you started to have a thing for his former best friend?
You couldn't help yourself. The way Christian dresses makes you weak in the knees. Sometimes when his Canadian slips out (such as the way he says "sorry" or whatnot), it makes your heart thump.
There was just one problem with that.
Christian was a little too old for you. Not to mention, you were probably way out of his league. You weren't exactly as young as Nick Wayne, but you were still pretty young.
When it comes to the dating life, you did not have the best luck. Most of the guys you have dated would either control you, or cheat on you. You were sick and tired of it.
Eventually, Christian caught on with the way you look at him. You thought you hid it really well. In reality, you were dumbfounded when it came to him. So, this was going to be fun for him.
During promos with you and Copeland and the Patriarchy, Christian would eye you like a hawk. His eyes watched every expression you make. He would of course take shots at you, which got you annoyed: but secretly flustered...
Fast forward to you packing up your bags after the show, and you did not expect to bump into Christian, yet here you are. You were not paying attention and your body bumped into his. It made you froze, in which he mentally noted.
"Desperate to get close to me? I knew you were never on Adam's side." Christian said to provoke you. Obviously, it worked because you scoffed and stepped aside.
"I wasn't paying attention." You tell him, rolling your eyes once he let out a small chuckle. In the back of your mind, that chuckle will play on repeat.
"Sure, whatever you say." He replies in response, watching you start to walk away. What he said next however made you stop in your shoes.
"I know how you truly feel about me."
What do you mean he knew?
"Not sure what you are referring to." You try to deny, turning your head to look at him. He had that shit eating smirk on his face with his arms crossed.
"Please, you have the eyes of a lovesick mutt anytime we share the ring together." Christian tells you, which makes your eyes go widen. Your cheeks start to form a tint of pink, like you had been caught red handed this whole time.
"I..." You try to defend yourself, but you couldn't. Not when he's standing right there.
"Are you well aware of the age difference between you and I?" He asks, as if testing your intelligence. You knew it would be pretty weird. However, you did not keep hiding the feeling for long. You nodded, acknowledging it.
"It would be a shame if your mentor found out" Christian taunts you, making you avert your gaze from him. He simply tsked, while you had no words. You were pretty much caught with your feelings. What could you do?
"The rookie suddenly becomes mute. What's that about?" Christian continues to taunt you, making you huff in response.
"What's your point?" You finally speak out, hoping you can just hurry your way out of here, so you did not have to see him for the rest of the night.
"If you want to keep denying and denying..go ahead. But..." Christian started off, as if thinking about his next few words.
"If you want to approach your feelings, I am staying on the higher floor of the hotel tonight."
Butterflies immediately went to your stomach, making you swallow hard. This had to be some kind of sick joke...
Right?
"Choice is yours." Were Christian's final words to you before he eventually walks away.
You had a choice to make. And you can guess what you made by the time you put your bags in your car and left the arena.
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Your heart was racing each step you took to Christian's room at the hotel. Your mind was filled with lots of thoughts.
Should you be doing this? Was this a good idea? Would anyone find out? How would everyone else in the locker room feel about this?
Once you reach the door, you hesitated before knocking your knuckle on the door. Your eyes shifted to your surroundings, making sure nobody was around to see you.
Then, the door opens as Christian was standing in front of you. Your heart beats rapidly at how close you were close to this old Canadian. And the smirk he gives you does not help the puddle forming in your panties either...
"I was already thinking about how you wouldn't show up." He tells you, stepping aside to let you inside. Once the door closed, you suddenly became pretty flustered. This night was going to be fun.
Christian sits on the edge of the bed, manspreading a little. You had not moved, which gives the man an idea.
"Come here." He commands, beckoning you with his finger. As you start to walk over, he put his hand up to make you stop.
"Not like that." Christian says, which makes you tilt your head. What you did not expect was the words coming out of his mouth next.
"Crawl to me." He commanded once again, pointing right between his legs. This made your body shiver. You bite your bottom lip, sinking down to your knees. All the while he watched you.
As you were on your hands and knees, you start to crawl over to him. Christian was obviously enjoying the view. Once you kneel in front of him, he cups your chin with his thumb and index finger, making you hold his gaze.
"You look so much better down there." He teases, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. Your lips part as he slides his thumb across your tongue. The sight made him curse underneath his breath.
Christian pulls his thumb out of your mouth just so he can replaced it with his lips. You immediately melt into the kiss, hands cupping his face.
Hot and heavy breaths were starting to increase in between the heated kiss. Christian pulls you up and in his lap. You can feel the growing bulge in his pants against you, and it made you whimper against his lips.
Clothes started to drop on the floor while Christian had you laying on the bed. His hand slides down your bare body until his fingers brush against your soaked panties.
"Wet already? You're so easy, rookie." He said with a smirk, enjoying the fact that your hips tried to get more friction from his fingers.
"Come on, beg for it." He demanded, his thumb circling over your clit through your panties. And that made you whimper.
"Please," You start off, your breaths awfully shaky. You sounded so desperate, in which Christian liked of course.
"Hm? Use your words. That wasn't enough." He commands, his fingers now toying with the edge of your panties.
"Please use your fingers on me." You say with a small whine, your body growing impatient by the second.
"That's much better." He then slides down your panties, revealing your dripping pussy to him. You can almost hear him groan underneath his breath.
"I'm sure you've been dreaming of this." He starts off, his thumb brushing over your clit. It made you whimper from the contact. "You just needed someone older to take care of you. Is that right?"
All you could do was nod. And then, a mewl leaves your lips once you can feel two fingers being shoved into you.
"Fuck, you're so tight." Christian started to pump his fingers in and out of you. Your hips moved against his palm to get more friction. He takes notice and uses his other hand to pin you down.
"I'm definitely taking my time with you. Make sure you feel everything." You can feel your walls getting used to his fingers while he takes his time with you.
Eventually, his fingers start to pick up the pace. Your moans were driving him crazy. The squelching sounds coming out of you fill the room. He can already feel you clenching around his digits.
"Look at you," Christian cooed, his thumb brushing against your clit. "Clenching around my fingers like that." His words along with his actions were making that familiar feeling in your stomach start to coil up.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum." You moan out, hands fisting in the sheets. As soon as your walls started to pulsate rapidly, you suddenly felt nothing. It made you whine as you clench around nothing since Christian pulled his fingers out.
"No no no..." You start to whine out, thighs pressed together to get some kind of friction. "Why did you stop?"
All Christian could do was smirk, tsking at you. "Did I say you can come on my fingers yet?"
Oh, he was going there. He was going to make you beg for your orgasm.
"No..you did not." You mumble, cheeks all flushed. He let's out a hum, a finger circling over your soaked folds. It made you whine, since you knew what he wanted you to do.
"Please..." You whimper, your legs quivering slightly. "Please make me cum." Christian was surprised that you begged without his command.
"Awh, you're really wanting that? You poor thing..didn't even have to say anything. You're so pathetic.." A whimper left your lips again once he started to degrade you. He couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Is that what you want?" Christian asks while he tortures you with slow circles around your entrance. "You want me to make you cum?"
You hitched out a 'yes' underneath your breath. This was becoming painful since you were aching so much. And he knows it.
"Hmm...are you gonna be good for me if I do?" You nod to his question, in which makes him oblige.
His fingers were back inside your pulsing pussy, massaging your walls deeply. "Come for me, then. Let me see you let go."
A few more pumps is all it takes for you as you let out a loud cry. Your legs quivered as your orgasm hits you hard. Juices drench his fingers entirely, making him groan at the sight.
"God, look at the mess you're making." Christian then pulls his fingers out slowly, raising them to your lips. "Open your mouth." You obey to him, lips parting as he allows you to taste yourself on his digits.
Once he pushes your legs further apart, he lines himself up with your dripping entrance. "Ready for me?" Well, at least he was nice about that.
As soon as you give him the go ahead, he slowly pushes his cock inside you. Your jaw slates open as a moan escapes your lips once you feel him stretching your walls out.
"Fuck, you're already clenching around me." Christian groans out, his hands wrapping around your hips to keep you from moving so much. Your walls slowly adjust to him, which causes him to pull out and then slam back in.
Dare you say that he fucks you so good? Christian knows what he is doing unlike others you've had. He can already tell what your body likes as he continues to fuck you at a deep pace.
"Your moans sound so good." He says while his cock slams into your g-spot. Which makes you gasp.
"Right there!" You moan out, your body craving more of that. "There?" He repeats as he continues to fuck into your g-spot.
Your hands hold onto his back, nails dragging across his skin. It makes him hiss slightly, but it's not bothering him. He knows you needed this. How you needed to be fucked properly by someone with more experience.
Your body starts to coil up, feeling like another orgasm is approaching. You clench around his cock, which makes his cock twitch inside you.
"God, are you gonna cum again?" All you can do was nod. You were lost in the pleasure, eyes rolling back and your lips parted to let out uncontrollable moans.
"Look at me," Christian demands as he cups your chin with his thumb and index finger. "Want you to look at me while you come on my cock." Those words made you listen, eyes looking right at him.
A few more thrusts is all it takes for you to explode. A broken moan leaves your lips as your walls pulsed around his cock, juices drenching him. It makes his thrusts get sloppier. He curses underneath his breath, knowing he was going to cum soon.
"Maybe we should keep doing this, hm? Pretend we hate each other on TV." His hand that was on his chin slides down to wrap around your neck. It makes your breath hitch. "But you keep letting me fuck you properly without the cameras. Treat you like a whore."
You nod in agreement, wanting that completely. He lets out a chuckle, along with a groan after once he feels himself about to cum.
"Gonna make a mess out of you, sweetheart." Christian breathes out, his eyes watching your tits bounce with each sloppy thrust. "Do you want that?"
"Yes, please." You moan out, your hands sliding down to his biceps. Your pussy was getting sensitive, and he knew that. He just knew based on the whines you were letting out in between moans and breaths.
A few more rough thrusts does it as he quickly pulls out to stroke himself a few times. Thick ropes of cum spill on you stomach as Christian lets out a broken moan. You were in complete bliss as you feel the sticky substance stick to your skin.
After a few moments, he reaches over to pull out a rag to clean you off. Christian wasn't that heartless. Once that was finished, he lays down beside you.
When you catch your breath, you couldn't help but snuggle close to him. Christian's lips quivered into a small smile, wrapping his arms around you after he covers you both with the blanket.
"Keep this up, and maybe you'll earn more from me." Christian whispers softly against your head since you were laying on his chest. You couldn't help but smile at the thought.
