Who Do You Want - W.O. | J.M.
Pairing: Will Ospreay x Female! Reader (feat. Jon Moxley)
Synopsis: As Will continues his feud with Jon Moxley, he decides to release some of his anger after he finds out Jon tries to lure you in to make you leave Will, only making you think on who do you really want and who you belong to.
Warnings: smut, Jon trying to lure the reader, dom!Will, dumbification, fingering, unprotected p in v, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Authors Note: Here’s another Will Ospreay fanfic but with Jon Moxley in it this time. Got inspiration from their ongoing feud they have going on right now, hope you enjoy!
The surreal tension amongst the men of the AEW’s locker room had been going on for weeks. It was an ongoing battle between your boyfriend Will Ospreay versus the Death Rider’s very own, Jon Moxley. Between strong hatred constantly shared between the two, the death wishes of Moxley wished upon Will wanting to permanently end his career, you had no choice but to watch through it all.
It was either the fate of life or a devastating career-end at this moment. You felt helpless. Wanting to help your own best friend in ways to stop The Death Riders, but knowing he was doing his all to make Jon suffer the same fate as him, you were always going to be one of Will’s number one biggest supporters.
You sat on the sidelines backstage. Glancing up at the TV Screen, which shown Will’s video package of his neck surgeries, of him laying in the hospital bed.
Your throat began to go bone dry, wet glossy tears forming in the corners of your eyes, a feeling of “scared” and devastation washed upon you as you then tried to focus your attention on your phone laying still flat in your lap.
Watching the clips of him motionlessly laying in the ring with a steel chair wrapped around his neck was haunting to you, a dragged sigh came out of you as your palms covered your face.
Heavy footsteps of ring boots began to make their way down in the long hallway that many of the AEW talent walked down on. You peered down at your phone to distract yourself some more, but suddenly, a large hand patted you on the back hard enough to startle you.
“Hey, sweetheart” he drawled, his voice rough like old beat up tires under thick gravel. “You really gonna keep playing nurse to that sad excuse of a man you call your boyfriend? I see how you look at him all sad after every loss, like you are waiting for him to finally get the balls to snap”
You cleared your throat in disgust, barely initiating solid eye contact.
“But I wouldn’t keep you waiting on the sidelines like he does to you. I would keep that little pretty head of yours busy enough to think of anyone else.” he continued, his fingers brushing up against the fabric of your shirt.
“Yeah, I’ve heard it all before, Mox.” you began,
“You want to leave Will for dead. I know the little games you and your so called Death Riders group play, but when he drops his balls and makes an example out of you, I’ll be there to laugh in your face.”
A obnoxious snarl came out of Jon.
“What a lovely fairytale you have there going for yourself, y/n. You can’t admit that your British lad is obsessed with the belt, with the spotlight, but knowing damn well I could treat a woman like you better than he ever has.”
His smirk tugged on his lips, wider than ever, as dangerous as ever.
“Just think about it for one quick second. One text and I’ll pull up wherever you are, only to remind you what it truly feels like to be wanted and desired more than just the next pathetic little title shot that he wants but can’t have.” he taunted.
This time, you didn’t waste your energy and time to answer. You got up from your chair, turning your back on Jon and walked away with your heart hammering so hard in your chest it might’ve shattered your ribs.
But the teasing words he spoke to you stuck in the back of your own mind. They festered.
Later on, you found yourself roaming the halls again, all by yourself. Hoping of no clear sign of Moxley around.
Suddenly, a text pinged from your phone.
You thought it was Will. But it wasn’t.
“I hope you thought long and hard about what I had to say to you back there. Come to my dressing room, no questions asked. Or you won’t see the light of day of your little boyfriend again.”
A low frustrated groan came out of you. It was either you followed his orders, or something really bad was going to happen to Will.
You walked towards his dressing room, a small knock was made on the door. Heavy footsteps came from outside the door, a swift motion of the door opened for Jon to welcome you in.
A seat was already prepared for you to sit down, so you took it. He sat right down next to you, his wicked smile creeping upon you like you felt it on your skin.
“I knew you would come,” he laughed. “Poor little thing doesn’t want to see her man get hurt.”
“What do you want from me, Mox.” You spat, with tension arising in your eyes. “Is this a sick little joke for you to brainwash me into hating Will? Or you just won’t admit the fact you’re just a lonely pathetic little man?”
His eyes darkened on you, he leaned in your ear, his cold lips brushing against your earlobe.
“How about this,” he began. “Either you let me make you feel more good of a woman here, or your little British boy is dead.”
Your heart beat thudded violently in your chest so hard it hurt. The words Moxley spoke was a promise, not an understatement.
A whimper escaped your parted lips. A regretful nod of response was made in return.
“Atta girl.” he teased, his dark gaze locked on you which bored deep in your soul.
You sat there in the chair with your body full of tension. Jon’s hands found their way up and down your frame as he breathed in your scent.
He took your shirt off in one swift motion, throwing it to the side, shortly followed by your pants. Every touch of his was made on your body, which made you flinch.
“Get on your knees.” He growled.
You wasted no time but to hurry to get on your knees, his grip met your jaw with his thumbs grazing over your jawline.
A low laugh erupted from Moxley.
“How pathetic,” he said. “Look at you all desperate for me now, knowing I’m in completely full control of you.”
He dropped his pants, pulling his boxers down. His veiny thick shaft now visible to you, you looked up at him in pure disgust, but in fear as well.
You whimpered faintly, your mouth gapped wide open so it was wrapped around his cock. Jon let out a shuttered moan, his hands now fisting your hair. His hips began to thrust without mercy, the flushed head of his cock now hitting the back of your throat.
“Just like that, sweet girl.” He praised, but in a raw sense of humiliating you.
Your eyes squeezed completely shut, refusing to make direct eye contact with Jon. He fucked your throat as tears stung your rosy pink cheeks, gagging around the base of his shaft.
A few more thrusts of his hips relentlessly snapped, his cock pulsating as his seed shot down your throat without mercy.
“Swallow it,” he growled.
As you did what you were told, he brought you off of your knees and bent you towards the edge of the bench, peeling off your bra and panties effortlessly. Jon positioned himself behind you, the tip rubbing against your embarrassingly wet entrance.
“You’re gonna take what I give you. And there’s no stopping. Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes,” you choked out, your body weak and betrayed.
“Good fucking girl.” He spoke harshly, a large hand coming down hard on your ass.
A startled moan escaped from you, the crook of your face buried against the solid wood of the bench.
His hardened cock bottomed out inside you. Leaving you no time to adjust to his size, he slid halfway out of your pussy, slamming back in hard enough to knock the wind out of you.
“Fuck!” You shouted, tears now running down your face again.
You felt helpless. Jon completely in control of you now, humiliating you to your core, just enough for you to comprehend in your own little dumb head that his exact words were going to be made a promise.
“How does it feel now to be Moxley’s bitch?” He challenged, yanking your head back with a fistful of your hair. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll forget that silly little pathetic British boy you call your lover.”
As his thrusts became rougher and unforgiving, your trembling weak hands gripped either sides of the shaken bench, screams and shuttered moans escalated out of your lungs. Your legs began to give out, your body now betraying you.
“Fuck. I’m so close.” He warned, his dick twitching and convulsing in your gushy walls.
You wailed, your own mind unable to think or react from Moxley punishing your cunt. He stilled inside you, but pulled out cumming off to the side.
“Don’t want to get ol’ Ospreay’s girl pregnant now,” Jon chuckled.
Your breathing unsteadied. He helped you up and got you dressed, he was even kind enough to help clean you up.
“Next time I see you around, tell Will Moxley has gotten a new side bitch.”
As the remaining night went on, you hurried back to your hotel, body shaking, weak, and face flushed red from pure anger and frustration. Will’s room was pitched black when you entered in with the spare key, but you could feel his presence before you saw him.
Electric, unforgiving tension still riding the high from the main event that happened earlier on that night where Moxley spiked his broken down body with a Paradigm shift onto the hard surface of the announce table.
He appeared shirtless on the end of the bed, his chest still marked up all red and sore, elbows tucked into his knees. Will stared intensely down at the floor as if his world just ended. His back was covered in fresh purple and blue bruises with old scars of his.
As soon as the door clicked shut, his head shot up. His sharpened blue orbs locked on you and narrowed.
“You’re late.” He spoke, but in a calming tone. That accent thick like honey, smooth, yet daring —- “and you smell just like him too.”
Your face turned ghostly white, your breath hitching in your throat. “Will, I can explain—“
He stood flat, his frame towering over you making you look pathetic underneath him, six-foot-one of toned muscle and barely a simmering rage. One big hand grabbed your chin as it tilted your face up to look right at him.
“Dont lie to me love. I’ve already saw the backstage’s security footage. Moxley cornered you. The way his hands were all over you, only to run his mouth.”
The calloused pad of his thumb brushed over your lower lip, “Tried to take you away from me like you were some trophy to steal off a shelf. Tell me what he said.”
The lump in your throat grew. The words were spilled right out of your mouth, every dirty little promise, every offer of something more simpler than words can describe. Will’s jaw clenched. His grip tightened on your chin just enough to make your heart beat spike.
“And you listened to him.” he murmured, his voice registering into that low and filled hatred tone that always made you go weak at the knees.
“You let that son of a bitch put those little ideas into your head. Make you doubt me, doubt us —-“
“I didn’t!” You stammered, your heart rate spiked up you could feel it ragged in your throat.
“You did.” He cornered you against the door, caging you with his strong body. The intensity that rolled off of him was on a whole ‘nother level of what insanity was.
“But that’s fine. I’m gonna fix this. Right here and right now. I’m going to fuck Moxley’s every single filthy fuckin’ words out of that pretty little dumb head until the only thing left remaining in it is my voice telling you who you belong to.”
Will didn’t wait for any cue of permission. His lips crashed onto yours, tongue fiercely demanding the entry that is needed for him to get you stupid enough for him and him only. You moaned into the kiss that was deepened between you and him, but felt him pull away only far enough to growl against your parted glossy lips.
“Strip. Now. And don’t you dare let your eyes take off on me.”
Your fingers dumbfoundedly fumbled with your clothes, as you felt him watching in pure lust, the gaze only enough to make your little mind go dumb. Each piece of clothing was discarded until you were bare and vulnerable for him.
He stepped in between the space you two shared, a rough hand sliding between the valley of your thighs only for two thick fingers to ease themselves inside you.
“You’re already soaked,” he rasped, voice full blown in lust and darkened with the words he spoke.
“I bet you got your panties all wet just hearing about him taking you and treating you more of a woman than I’ve ever have. Pathetic. But that’s okay, love. I like you desperate. Makes it so much easier to turn you into my stupid little toy.”
His long fingers pumped slow and deep inside of you, with his thumb circulating against your sensitive clit ruthlessly. Your head hit back against the door, your jaw slacked and moaning as he leaned in to capture your ear.
“Listen to me.” he whispered, his breath hot in your ear making you jump out of your own skin. “You feel that? Those are my fingers inside you. Not his. Never his. I want to hear you say it.”
“Y-yours, all yours.” You gasped in between breathy moans.
“Louder. I want you to say it loud enough so everyone can hear you.” His third finger stretched you opened, “And look at me while you say it.”
“Yours. Not his. N-never his.”
His fingers daringly curled up against your spongey walls, hitting that exact spot that made your vision go white. Your mouth gapped open as desperate moans spilled out of you.
“Such a pathetic little thing for me. Already starting to become dumb, aren’t you? That’s it. Let me fuck Moxley’s doubt out of you. Let me remind you of who you really want and belong to.”
Will guided you backward toward the bed, shoving you effortlessly on your back. Within seconds his joggers were gone, his cock hit his abdomen — thick and flushed like it was made to ruin you.
He wanted to remind you and to replace Jon’s words with his, that only he could fuck you like a real man. That he could only tell what was going on in that pretty little head of yours, that you were his.
The stretch of his shaft filled you up to the hilt. So deep that the bulge was visible in your lower belly. Rumbled groans erupted out of his chest, the sound vibrating through him and into you.
“So tight. Greedy little pussy wanting to pull me deeper. Knowing he’ll never make you feel this good as I do. Keep your eyes on me, want to watch how I make your mind go brainless.”
He jerked his hips forward snapping in a fast pace, every thrust matching with his thick British voice — the words he spoke ran marathons in your head. Getting you into this little trance, making you forget all the little things Moxley told you backstage. Erasing your memory of his words clean from your mind.
“Look at you,” he growled. “Already completely mind fucked. What happened to all those thoughts about leaving me just so he can have you all to himself, huh? Gone.”
Your eyes were now lost focus deep on him, unable to coherent words of your own. Will studied your every jolting movement of your body, your fucked our facial expression when he was making you feel every last bit of him he had to offer you.
His cock buried deep inside you, your walls began to clench down hard on him, squeezing as every last bit of your moans and whimpers were left in your throat. Will fucked you through your orgasm, with clenched teeth and his hand securely wrapped around your throat.
“Tell me you’re not leaving.” he growled against your ear, his voice dripping in lust. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You—you do,” you broke out, “you own this pussy, nobody else.”
A rough hand smacked your ass, earning a yelp out of you.
“That’s my girl. I want you to come for me and make sure in that little head of yours you know who owns you.”
Your body spasmed, you released your high as he groaned aloud, finishing off deep inside you.
He gently pulled out, pulling you into a warm and welcoming embrace. You laid there in his lap, regaining your steadied breathing, smiling softly against his chest.
“I love you, darling. I’m so grateful you’re mine to keep.” Will said gently, planting a small kiss on your head.
“I love you too, Will. And I’m grateful to have such an amazing man like you in my life. I’ll never leave you.” You replied back, and shortly after, you drifted off to sleep in his arms without a worry in the world.
