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Summary: You offer to give Corey Graves whatever he wants in return for giving you a ride.
The car comes to a stop, blinkers on. Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tickâŠÂ
âWell, here it is,â Corey pulls back the handbrake and looks at you with concern in his eyes, notably frowning. âYou sure youâre gonna be okay? Dâyou need me to stay with you while you check in?â He asks forwardly, leaning his elbow against the steering wheel. âPlease, donât worry about me. Iâll be fine. But I appreciate your concern,â You smile nervously. âI just hope this place has a phone so I can call a mechanic; I had to abandon my car back there, and my phoneâs dead.â You were damn thankful that Corey had stopped in the middle of nowhere to pick you up before the storm had caused a real ruckus. There was no thunder so far, but the rain was coming down hard, with a brutal force. The very thought of getting out of the car made your whole body shiver.Â
âWell, I better get going. Thanks again for giving me a ride, Corey. Seriously, I donât know what I wouldâve done,â Youâre desperate to express your gratitude for his selfless act. âLet me re-pay you - Iâve got money?â You say in a nervous stutter as you begin to pull out the only crisp note in your possession from your pocket, hands trembling all the while. You werenât entirely sure whether it was the extreme cold causing this, or whether it was because you were really nervous to be sitting next to one of the hottest men in WWE. âSweetheart, please, donât embarrass yourself,â Corey begins, shaking his head in disapproval. âI canât take your money. Iâd feel bad. Plus, you need it.â His hand envelopes yours, pushing your fist backwards and the cash along with it. You feel a sense of disappointment. ââŠThen what can I do to thank you? I insist, Iâll do anything,â Youâre almost begging him, pressing your hands together over his one hand and holding it tightly and close to your body as you continue. You tremble again in fear of looking like some sort of crazed fan. You ease up, but only a little. âIâd feel so much better about this if you let me return the favour. Please, just let me do one thing for you, to make me feel like Iâve re-payed you in some way? Please, Iââ In mid speech, Coreyâs index finger presses gently against your lips, rendering you a shaken mess by his touch alone. Your breath is taken away for what seems like forever, until he moves his finger and allows you to take another breath. He pulls his hand away from your grip which had already softened from the onset of your nerves. Without a word, he unzips his trousers and slips them down to his waist line, exposing his beautiful hip bones and part of his stomach tattoo. He takes your hand again with another firm grip, and places it directly onto his crotch, rubbing your hand and giving you the greediest of smirks. You can barely believe it; you can already feel his member thickening and throbbing beneath the fabric of his boxers. You take a deep breath, as deep as you can possibly make it, and look to him to seek out some sign of an explanation, but his eyes seem to say it all. You love a man that knows exactly what he wants when asked, and itâs because of this that you choose to oblige in his blatant request, however nervous or slightly hesitant you may be.
Wasting no time, you dive into his shorts and retrieve his impressive boner, beginning to glide your fist up and down his hardness with ease, thanks to the pre-cum thatâd already oozed its way out beforehand. Already, Coreyâs head falls back into the seatâs headrest, a series of low moans riding along his sexy voice. âAah, yeahâŠthatâs itâŠmm, good girlâŠâ He whispers to you, biting his lip as he savours the image of you handling him so expertly. His praise encourages you to take this returned favour to the next level, so using your other hand, you gently glide your palm across his toned stomach, taking a little time to admire his physique and colourful ink before making the decision to take him into your mouth. He jolts erratically but keeps a firm eye on you like a predator, one coarse and prolonged moan escaping him as he pushes your head down further by the back of your neck. His fingers curl into your hair the more pleasured he feels, keeping any stray locks out the way and out of your eyes. You feel yourself beginning to gag as you forcefully swallow his whole length, but you compose yourself - you would hate to disappoint him now. You suck him hard and quickly using irregular piston-like movements, resulting in a diversity of delicious slurps and gulps which are equally as turning on for you as they are for Corey. Resting one hand on his body and feeling his warmth, the other slips into his boxers to fondle him further. Heâs so close now. You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice, and feel it in your mouth. A firm grip on the wheel, the other holding your neck and hair still, he growls seductively in his own state of mind and inhales deeplyâŠ
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He cums beautifully; You bring your head up, staring into Coreyâs wild, glazed eyes. You rest your mouth and tongue on the very tip of his member and pump him further, feeling him twitch and throb between your fingers and before long, youâre happy to be met with three thick streams of heavenly cum. ââŠMmmmâŠâ You smile up at him as he recovers - you lick the stray remains from your lips and swallow it all. Itâs murder to waste any. The taste of his product is amazing, and your positive expression clearly shows your opinion on it. Corey strokes your blushing cheek with his thumb, breathing deeply through a beautiful smile as he finally opens his mouth to speak, ââŠDamn, youâre good,â He compliments you. You can feel him trembling as he tries to compose himself. Well, at least itâs not you trembling this time. âIt was all my pleasure.â You reply cheekily, leaning back over into your seat.
He sweeps his misplaced hair back into a perfect curl and checks his appearance in the over-view mirror. He looks stunning, especially with slightly messy hair and foreign beads of sweat on his forehead; it almost reminds you of the days when he was still wrestling in the ring. ââŠListen, about your car,â He begins. âYou donât have to worry âbout calling a mechanic; I know a guy who can get it up and running by tomorrow,â He smiles warmly. His generosity is enough to melt you. Heâs such a gentleman. âIâm sure you donât wanna stay over-night in this shitty looking motel.â He cringes, coaxing a chuckle out of you as he looks out of the window at the shabby building. He was right. The motel looked as if its occupants celebrated Halloween all year round. âHow âbout I just drive you home instead? You live, what, a couple blocks away?â His question is a disappointment to you, as you know you have to reply with an equally disappointing answer. âIâm from out of town. I donât exactly liveâŠnearby.â Corey instantly detects the concern in your eyes, and now with the knowledge that you have little to no money and nowhere suitable to stay, he confronts you with an out-of-the-blue proposal. ââŠYou can always stay at my place? I donât mind,â His eyes pierce through you as he looks on to you, awaiting your answer. Your heart thuds against your chest at the very thought of heading back with him, you fear your ribs may break or your heart may explode. He then adds, âIâll take you for a real joyrideâŠâ
You bite your lip as you feel an overwhelming mixture of arousal and nerves surge through your entire body. âI like the sound of that, Corey,â You smirk widely, conquering your fear of the unknown as you lean towards him and whisper, âLetâs goâŠâ
So I had a dream about Seth Rollins last night and I think it would make a pretty intense reader one-shot for all you Rollins fangirls/guys. ;) Iâll write it up and post it as soon as possible and see what you think! x
âHey, whatâs that in your pants? Oh, you must be happy to see me, huh? What dâyou say to me...yâknow...giving you more than just a Bayley-hug?!â
âWhat dâyou say, sweetheart? You wanna grab a beer or somethinâ? Then we can head back to the hotel and, uhâŠunwind, if you catch my driftâŠâ
ââŠMe and (Y/N) had a little chat last night and we figured, why not save our heat for Monday Night Raw? âŠHeck, this bed ainât in the ring cause weâre havinâ a slumber party; weâre gonna bang each otherâs brains til the cows come home, baby! And trust me: we ainât leavinâ anything to the imaginationâŠâ Dean throws the mic to the canvas and begins to strip you of your clothes eagerly. âCome on, babeâŠwe got unfinished business, and the WWE universe ainât gettinâ any youngerâŠthey want dirty deeds, weâll give âem dirty deedsâŠâ
