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AlphaSmut Masterlist
B – Bite – Pete Dunne
C – Car – Ridge Holland
F – Friends - Sheamus
H – Heal – Pete Dunne
J – Jealous – Dexter Lumis
K – Kitchen – Baron Corbin
L – Liquor – Bo Dallas
Q – Quiet – Dexter Lumis
R - Rain – Bo Dallas
S – Snow – Seth Rollins
AlphaSmuts - J - Jealous
One letter per one shot, all smut
Jealous – Jealousy brings out the best.
Ft: Dexter Lumis
“Moving to the next round of the Women’s Tag Team Title Tournament, the team of Nikki Cross and Vera Tomb. Nikki’s arms wrap around my waist and I pat the smaller woman’s back before turning towards the entrance way to the rest of the Wyatt’s. Though not an official member, the group tolerates me in hopes of bringing more gold. “Well most just tolerate me,” I smirk, staring at the dreaded blonde stripping the vest from his torso. Three months of dating play behind my eyes as he and Joe approach the ring. Nikki shuffles past the two and up the ramp to sit at her leader’s feet. Joe and Dexter seating themselves on the middle rope, staring at me. Moving slowly, I slip between the men and onto the ring apron. Dexter takes my hand gently, bringing it to his lips before moving into the ring. A soft smile pulls at my lips before dropping as I head up the ramp. Nikki already seated at her leader’s feet. I nod at the tall man behind the rocking chair before staring at the man seated. “Howdy,” I nod.
“Vera, my dear, stay.”
“Thank you for the offer but a shower is calling.”
I move to step past when he wraps a hand around my forearm.
“That wasn’t a request,” he smiles yanking me into his lap.
“What are you doing,” I growl, squirming.
“Our boy needs some motivation.”
“What do you mean?”
He glances up at the ring and my gaze follows his. Dexter stands on the opposite side of the ring, eyes on me. There is a fire behind the blue there.
“He’s gone a little soft don’t you think,” his hands slide up my thigh to grip tightly. “A little too gentle for our taste.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Oh come on, Dear. You know you want to be manhandled every now and then.”
“And how do you know I’m not?”
“Because Dexter treats you like you are made of glass,” he growls against my ear, his grip tightening.
I swallow back the argument, mainly because the man is speaking the truth. Dexter treats me like I could break at any moment. Always gentle and careful. “Why does my love life concern you?”
“Because it’s not just your love life.”
“Excuse me,” I snap.
“Not like that my dear, although.”
“Bring that up to Dex and see how that goes.” I smirk, trying to hide the heat seeping up my face.
He chuckles softly as his grip tightens.
Dexter is out of the ring the second the bell rings. Dragging me from Howdy’s lap and up the ramp without waiting on the rest of his group.
“Slow down,” I grumble as I stumble trying to keep up with his long strides.
“No,” he growls. “Open it.” He motions to the locker room door as he drags me in front of himself.
“What do I get if I do?”
“A conversation.”
“Not really in the mood for talking,” I smile backing up against the door.
“Too bad,” he grumbles. “Open the damn door.”
“Or what?”
“Not in the mood Vera.”
Opening the door without looking, I walk backwards into the room. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you allow that out there?”
“The man is twice my size.”
“And I’ve personally been on the receiving end of your ass beating during the sparring sessions so that’s a bullshit answer.”
“It is the answer you’re getting.”
He lets out a groan of frustration. “Vera.”
“Do you not trust your leader?”
“That is not the point.”
“What is the point?”
“You were letting him manhandle you.”
“Are you jealous? That someone actually treated me like a fucking human being and not this fragile thing that could break at any moment. You said so yourself, I kick your ass in sparring sessions. I am tough enough to spar with but not tough enough to handle you anywhere else. I’m not some fucking piece of glass, Dex. Maybe you should stop acting like it.”
“Everyone decent,” Erick calls.
“Yes,” I call back. “I’m going to shower. Meet you at the car once you cool down.”
Bo smirks at me as we pass in the doorway.
The ride back to the hotel is silent as Dexter sits stiffy, his eyes glaring at Bo sitting on my other side. Bo’s hand rest casually on my knee, his thumb alternating between stroking my lower thigh and tapping random rhythms on the side of my knee. Both seems to wind my boyfriend’s nerves even tighter. The quiet continues on the trip up to our room, the only words spoken are those of goodnight to the other’s in the group before I enter. The man grabbing my waistband to spin me as I make it halfway to the bed. It’s not a kiss that follows…it’s a devouring. His hands are on my hips shoving me backwards against the dresser. His thigh wedging between mine. His mouth crashes into mine with teeth and spit and tongue, and the growl that rips from his throat as I grind against his thigh makes my toes curl. His hand snakes under my skirt to rip my panties from my body. “I am going to ruin you,” he growls against my ear. “You’re never gonna look at another man.”
“Promise,” I smirk.
He tears his shirt off like it’s suffocating him, his belt ripping from the loops, before shoving his pants down just enough to free his cock…thick, flushed, already leaking. I don’t even get a warning. He drives up into me with a snarl, burying himself so deep. There is nothing gentle or sweet. It’s desperate and raw, my hips digging into the dresser as he sets a brutal pace. The slap of skin echoes off the walls. I moan like a woman possessed.
“Oh, now you remember who you belong to,” he growls, slamming into me causing my eyes to roll.
“More…don’t stop…”
He doesn’t. If anything, he goes harder. The furniture behind me slamming against the wall with every thrust. My body would be bouncing beneath his like a ragdoll if his grip wasn’t holding me so tightly. And I love it, crave it.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growls. “Been holdin’ back too long. Didn’t know you wanted this.”
I drag his mouth back up, biting his lip. “I want everything.”
The sound he makes…God, it’s not human. He ruts into me like a beast, hips pistoning with feral, single-minded hunger. One hand releasing to slide down my side, across my stomach, between my legs…and then he’s rubbing my clit in rough, perfect circles while he fucks me like an animal. My orgasm barrels through me without warning…sharp, electric, endless. I throw my head back and scream, nails digging into his back, muscles clenching around his cock like a vice. But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down.
“You said I could ruin you,” he rasps. “So take it.”
My second orgasm builds right on the heels of the first. Leaving me dizzy, gasping, nails raking down his arms…but I nod. I wanted this. I wanted him like this.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grits, voice ragged. “Gonna come so deep you’ll feel me for days.” He slams in hard, stays buried to the base, and comes with a noise that makes me go liquid in his hands. His body shudders, and I feel the flood of heat, the pulsing, the tremor of relief and release. But he doesn’t pull out. His forehead drops to mine, breathing still wild as he searches my face like he’s looking for damage. A smile cracks his face. “I’m not fuckin’ done with you Vera, baby.”
“Good,” I smirk. “Now fuck me on the bed. The neighbors already hate us.”
“You’re not giving the orders here.”
My back hits the mattress.
“But you’re listening,” I grin.
I lay sprawled across him in the predawn hours, sweat coated and completely spent. Dexter’s fingers trace my spine in a slow sweeping path.
“You know I don’t want Bo, right?”
“I know,” he states sleepily.
“I may use him again to rile up your jealousy if this is the outcome.”
One hand comes to cup my jaw, tilting my face to meet his eyes. “How about you use your words and not my friends to get what you want from now on?”
“Bo didn’t seem to mind.”
“But I did.”
“I love only you, Dex,” I smile. “I only want to be with you. You promise to be the same for me then I can leave your friends alone.”
“Promise,” he grins, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“Don’t go back soft on me yet,” I grin.
“You’re insatiable,” he smirks, rolling me underneath himself.
“And you’re smitten with me.”
AlphaSmuts: Quiet
One letter per one shot, all smut
Quiet – They cannot make a sound.
Ft: Dexter Lumis
“Dare,” I state, downing the shot in front of me.
“Alright Iris, I dare you to give,” Candice starts, looking around the bar before smirking. “Dexter Lumis a lap dance.”
“Scary blue steel,” I smirk, downing the whiskey placed in front of me.
“Whatever you want to call him.”
“Bet,” I smile, sauntering towards the old jukebox in corner feet from said man. I lean against the machine, my hips swaying to the current song as I look through the selection of songs for my performance. My mind wanders as I skim through the music choices, I don’t even notice that my dancing had became more involved with time. Arms caging me brings my mind back to the present, a solid body pressing into my back. Glancing over my shoulder, I’m met by crystalline blue. “Hey Dexie,” I grin slowly.
There is no change in his expression.
“Do you need the jukebox?”
He shakes his head.
“Do you need something else?” I arch slightly, my ass brushing across his groin.
His lips twerk as he nods.
“What do you need?
His hands slide down the glass in front of us and grips my hips. Pressing me firmly back against himself. I hum at the feel of him.
He uses his grip on me to spin me to face him, my hands landing on his chest. Without a word he hoists me, draping me over his shoulder effortlessly.
“Wait,” I giggle. “I didn’t get to dance for you.”
Darkness swallows us moments later and I’m set on my feet.
“You’re gonna make me lose the….”
Dexter doesn’t let me finish. his mouth crashes into mine. He swallows the rest of the protest in a kiss that’s anything but patient. his lips are warm, and he kisses like he’s been waiting forever. Like he’s memorized exactly how to make me melt and he was planning to use every one of them against me. I whimper, fingers curling around his belt, and he hums against my mouth as my back meets a wall. His fingers trail up my side, teasing, mapping every curve like he’s memorizing sacred territory. I shiver slightly, biting my lip as his mouth travels along my jaw. His touch feather-light and at odds with the hulking man in front of me. His mouth finds my neck, and his lips are hesitant at first then tasting your skin. He moves slowly, like he’s savoring a delicious meal. His mouth finally leaves me to watch his fingers drag slowly up my thighs. I try to suppress another shiver as his too blue eyes come up to meet mine in the dim light. “See something you like?”
He doesn’t answer, just sliding his hand around to slide the zipper on my skirt downwards.
“What…”
His free hand comes up to press a finger to my lips. The hand from my skirt slide up to my shirt, undoing the buttons one by one ever so slowly. I try not to squirm under his intense gaze but refuse to break it. He finally slides the loosened shirt from my shoulders as his lips drive back in for my neck. His mouth is hot as it trails lower, pressing open-mouth and wet kisses along the slope of my breast then his tongue drags a teasing stripe up my cleavage. I whimper, fingers twisting onto his hair and I feel him smile against your skin. Suddenly his lips close over my nipple through the lace, sucking gently. The fabric a barrier between his mouth and your nipple, and he’s sucking just enough to make me whine, but not enough to fully satisfy. It’s exquisite torture. All the while, his eyes stay glued to my face, watching every wave of pleasure that hits.
“Dex,” I whimper.
His mouth comes down hard on mine, and I melt into his chest as one knee wedges between my thighs. His hands trail down my back, before they rest on my ass as he moves me back and forth along his thigh.
“Fuck,” I pant as his mouth moves along my jaw, starting the whole process over again. “More.” My hands drop to struggle with his belt. “Please,” I whine as one hand comes down to still mine. His mouth engulfs mine again and I whimper.
Pulling my hand up, he places it on his chest over his pounding heart. “Be a good girl,” he whispers against me. “And be quiet.”
I nod against him as his fingers start their slow ascent up my thighs again. He growls into me as he reaches the apex and finds no resistance. He pulls back to stare into my eyes and I shrug, pressing my lips together tightly as one finger slides through my folds. His mouth returning to me as he switches to his thumb, circling my sensitive bud slowly. My breathing becomes ragged as I try to stay silent. Two fingers breaching me and curling. A whimper breaks free of my control. His free hand comes around to smack my ass causing me to gasp.
His blue eyes meet mine as he repeats the action, the coil in my stomach tightens with each stroke.
“Please,” I beg with my eyes.
His lips quirk as he brings his hand from my ass to work the button of his jeans. My hands join his helping work the button and zipper loose. His head falls as my hand snakes into his boxers, wrapping around him. I take the opportunity to nip at his throat and he leans forward bracing against the wall behind me as I finally free him. My hand strokes along him. He growls low in his throat, the pressure against my clit increases his fingers speed up.
“Fuck,” I groan against his throat, my hand speeding up.
Suddenly his hand is gone from me, he watches me for a few more seconds licking his fingers lewdly. Slowly he presses in on me, his hands trailing down to slide my skirt upwards bunching it around my hips. Gripping my thighs, he hoists me pressing me tighter against the wall. My nails dig into his shoulders as he sheaths himself pulling a soft hiss from him. He stills as our hips meet. I grind my hips down, needing the friction.
The slap across my ass has me swallowing a moan He snaps his hips up harshly before setting a quick but calculated pace. I lean forward capturing his mouth pulling his bottom lip between my teeth causing his hips buck sharply taking my breath away.
My grip tightening around him as I concentrate on the feel of the man beneath my hands and not what he’s doing to my body. I feel like a guitar string overtightened.
He groans as my thighs tighten around his waist, burying his face into my cleavage. He mouth sucking a mark.
My eyes roll up as the new position has his pelvic ridge rubbing against my over sensitive clit. All thoughts leaving me as I throb around him.
“Good girl,” he chuckles against my ear as he fucks me through the aftershocks. “Not a sound.”
“Come for me Dex,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Dexter,” Johnny calls from somewhere outside the door. “Dexter?”
The man in front of me groans.
“No, no, no, no,” I whimper as he pulls out.
“He’s not going to leave until I show my face,” he mutters, tucking himself back into his jeans. “We’ll finish this back at the hotel, Baby.”
“Promise?”
He smirks pressing one last slow languid kiss that leaves us both breathless. “And Mrs. Lumis, the next time you go out, wear your ring and some damn underwear.”
“I make no promises,” I smirk as he disappears.
AlphaSmuts - L- Liquor
One letter per one shot, all smut
Liquor – Too much liquor leads to a confession
Ft: Bo Dallas
“Yeah,” I groan into the phone.
“Gemma?”
Pulling the phone from my head I read the name there. “You’re not Bo.”
“It’s Erick.”
“Ok?”
“We’re having an issue with Bo. He’s drunk and refusing to leave.”
“He’s your fearless leader. Can’t the five of you round him up.”
“Geeeeeeeeemmmmmma,” Bo sings in the background. “I miss you Geeemmma. I want you Geeemma.”
“He is saying he’ll only leave with you,” the big man sounds sheepish. “Could you please?”
I huff a sigh, “Sure. Where are you?”
“Just down the street from the hotel. I’ll send Dexter out to wait for you.”
I hesitate just a second before nodding. “I’m on my way.”
Pulling on a hoodie and shoving my feet into my shoes, I grab my room key before heading out.
X
“Where is he,” I ask the dreaded blonde standing outside the bar door.
He motions inside, following me into the bar closely. I try to ignore the closeness as I pick my way across the bar. Bo sits swaying in front of bartender demanding another drink.
“You’ve had enough Bo. Time to head out,” I state, skirting the taller man and Nikki at Bo’s side.
“Gemma,” Bo grins widely, reaching out to crush me in a hug.
I fight the urge to sink into the hug, my friend finally showing himself after months. “Uh, yeah. I heard you when Erick called. I’m here. Let’s head back.”
“Stay with me,” he whispers, nuzzling against my throat.
“Uh,” I look at the other four around my friend. “It’s time to head back to the hotel. I’ll stay with you there.”
“Promise,” he grins lazily, his fingers stroking along my spine.
“Sure,” I state awkwardly as I try to ignore the sensations he is sending through me.
“One more drink.”
“No more drinks,” I glance at the bartender, who nods. “I’m tired and ready to head back. Either you can take me,” I state backing out of his grip. “Or I’m sure one of your friends will. Keep me nice and safe.”
“No,” Bo cries, stumbling off the barstool. Erick grabbing his arm to steady the smaller man. “No.”
“Can you walk,” I ask, watching him sway despite the taller man’s grip.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure,” I smile.
“Of course,” he grins, taking a step forward and immediately hitting his knees.
“Sure you can,” I smirk. “Any of you have a plan on how to get him back?”
“I got him,” Erick states, pulling Bo to his feet.
“No. I want Gemma,” Bo whines.
“I’m going too,” I smile.
“I got you Boss,” Erick states. “The others will keep Gemma safe,” he glances at the other three, who immediately surround me.
“I’m ok, really.”
“You’re even better with them around you,” Erick grins, slinging Bo over his shoulder. “He insists.”
“Fine. Whatever,” I sigh. “Let’s just get outta here.”
Most people give me a wide berth as I walk between Dexter and Joe, Nikki skipping along behind me, and Erick and Bo bringing up the rear.
“Hey Pretty Lady,” a drunk slurs.
“Move along,” I state, trying to side step him.
“Hey. I’m just trying to talk to ya.”
“Not in a talking mood.”
“Awe, come on Baby.”
I open my mouth to respond when fingertips press into my wrist. Glancing over, I find Joe’s questioning look.
“I’m too tired to fight it. Do what you need to.”
The two men step forward, blocking my view of the drunk.
“Come on Man. You can’t fault a guy for trying.”
“Leave,” a soft growl. Which of the men it came from I couldn’t tell you. Seconds later the men return to my side and the drunk is gone.
“Thanks,” I sigh, continuing.
The rest of the short trip is uneventful.
“Does anyone know his room number,” I ask in the lobby.
“806,” Nikki states.
I raise my brow at her.
“Across from mine,” she shrugs, skipping ahead.
“Fair enough.”
“The rest of us are on the tenth floor,” Erick states as we all pile into the elevator. “Think you can handle him once we get to his floor.”
I glance at Bo leaning heavily against the back wall beside me. He isn’t swaying anymore which I take as a good sign. “Should be good. Where’s your keycard, Bo.”
“You’ll never find it,” he grins.
“Which pocket,” I chuckle.
“Try,” his smile widens.
Rolling my eyes, I run my hands over the outside of his front pockets.
“Nuh uh,” he groans.
Stepping closer, I reach behind him.
His arms wrap around my waist. “Getting warmer.”
“You’re still a dork,” I smile, sliding my hand into his back pocket.
“You love me.”
Something drops heavily in my stomach. Pulling the keycard from his pocket, I step back out of his grip “Yeah Bo. As much as you love me. This is our stop. Do you need help?”
“Will it get you back in my arms?”
“Come on Dork,” I sling his arm over my shoulder, my arm around his waist to steady him.
“You’re so pretty,” he grins as we maneuver into his room.
“I know,” I grunt, leaning him against the desk. “They wouldn’t let me on TV otherwise. Can you get yourself ready for bed?”
“Will you help me if I can’t,” he grins, reaching for me.
“No,” I smirk, slapping his hands away. Tugging his shirt up and over his head, I pointedly avoid looking at the man. “But I will let you sleep in your jeans.”
“Gemma,” he sighs. His hands going to the back of my head forcing our eyes to meet.
“Bo.”
“Can I…Can I…Fuck,” he sighs, diving for my lips. The kiss is sloppy but passionate and the last of my control melts away. I sink into him, my hands going to his shoulders as our tongues battle for control. He growls deep in his throat pulling me impossibly closer. “I do,” he breathes as we part momentarily.
“Hmm,” I hum into him.
“I do love you,” he mumbles against me. “I do.”
Something about that confession clears my head. “Bo, stop,” I sigh, stepping back. “Stop. You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Yes, I do,” he grins, reaching for me.
“No, you don’t. You’re drunk and being flirty. I’m not doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“Taking advantage of you,” I state firmly.
“I’ll let you,” he grins.
“No, you won’t. Now get in bed.”
“Are you…”
“No.”
“Please.”
“Bo. Bed. Now.”
“Stay with me.”
“I’ll stay here but not in your bed.”
“Please,” he begs.
“Whiskey dick is not how I want our first time,” I lie, trying a different tactic Guiding him towards the bed. “If you feel the same in the morning, we can revisit this.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. Get in bed. We’ll talk in the morning. Talk,” I state again when the smile returns. “Now go to sleep.”
“I love you, Gem.”
“Sleep.”
X
Soft knocking wakes me the following morning. Unfurling from the chair, I glance at the sleeping Bo as I make my way to the door. Opening the door, I’m face to chest with Joe Gracy.
“Sorry,” he mumbles stepping back. “I didn’t really expect you to…Doesn’t matter. Brought Bo some breakfast but if this is a bad time.”
“Do you really think I would sleep with a drunk Bo,” I scoff but the words taste ashen in my mouth. “I almost did just that.” “He’s still asleep.”
“Can you make sure he gets this,” he smirks, holding out a Styrofoam container. “Made sure it was hangover safe.”
“Yeah, sure.” I take the container.
“And Gemma,” he starts holding out a second container. “I hope you like scrambled eggs.”
“Thanks,” I smile. “And thanks for last night too. Tell Dexter.”
“Will do. Tell Bo we’ll meet him at the arena tonight.”
Bo groans as I shut the door.
“Morning Nightingale.”
“Gem?”
“Bo.”
“What are you doing here?”
“You asked me to stay.”
“When,” he croaks, reaching for the bottle of water on the bedside table.
“Last night after…” I trail off. “What do you remember about last night?”
“Going to the bar. It gets blurry after that.”
“Let me fill you in. You got shitfaced. Erick called me to come get you. He carried your ass back here. I got you back to your room…” I trail off. “Got you to bed and you asked me to stay with you. I slept in the chair. Now here we are. Joe brought you food,” I slide the containers onto the desk, “and said they’ll meet you at the arena. I’ve held up my end of the bargain, now I’m going back to my room. Eat. Hydrate. Feel better. Talk to you later,” I rush, moving to the door.
“Gem. Gemma,” he calls as I disappear.
I hold the tears until I’m back in my own room.
“Glad I didn’t do anything stupid, like get my heart involved.”
X
I avoid pretty much everyone the following three weeks.
“What did I do,” a voice asks from beside me.
Glancing over, I jump back at the face there. “Jesus Bo,” I growl, pulling the mask up. “Don’t walk up on me in that thing.”
“I know I did something.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“I’ve been working my ass off. I haven’t really been spending time with anyone. You’re not that special.”
“Dexter said I was acting inappropriate that night.”
“Dexter talks? That’s actually surprising.”
“What did I do?”
“Nothing.”
“Gem,” he sighs.
“You were drunk. You’re flirty when you drink. I’ve delt with it before.”
“Did I try…did I try to…”
“You didn’t try anything. You flirted. You hugged on me. I put you to bed.”
“Then why did you take off that morning?"
“Because I had better things to do than babysit you again.”
“Please talk to me.”
“I have an interview to get to. Later date, ok,” I state, heading down the hall.
“You can’t keep doing this.”
“Watch me,” I state under my breath.
X
My phone vibrating in my back pocket pulls me from my thoughts. Checking the readout I roll my eyes. “Yes Bo?”
“It’s Erick again.”
“Nope. Not doing this tonight. He’s your problem tonight. Have a good night.” Ending the call, I toss the phone. “Not tonight or any other night soon.” Leaning my head back against the wall, I try to hold my emotions at bay. The same thing I’ve done for the past three weeks. Actually it’s the same thing I’ve done multiple times over the past six years of our friendship. Being the new girl in a world of beautiful women and burly men was more than intimidating but Bo was always welcoming. That smile. The goofy sense of humor. The warm hugs when I felt worthless. The slow fact that I was falling in love with my best friend and it’s completely one sided. I blink away the same tears I’ve held at bay for all these years. I can accept friendship if that’s all he has to give.
Banging on the hotel door startles me awake. I don’t even remember drifting off to sleep. More banging has me stumbling for the door. Opening it I find Bo, Dexter behind him, hand on his shoulder.
“What do you need Bo?”
“Yooooooou,” Bo grins before his eyes meet mine. “You’ve been crying.”
“No.”
“Why are you crying? Why are you lying to me?”
“I’m not having a conversation with you while you’re drunk,” I sigh.
“Gemma, please,” he mumbles, taking my face in his hands.
I swallow thickly before answering. “I can’t do this tonight Bo. Go sleep it off. Dexter will you take care of him for me?”
The other man nods silently, pulling our friend away and across the hall. “Goodnight guys.”
X
Soft knocking pulls me back to the door. Opening it I find Dexter holding Bo in front of him. “He’s sober. Talk. Really talk,” Dexter orders, shoving Bo past me into the room.
“Still weird that he talks,” I mutter, closing the door. “So what do you want to talk about?”
“Looks like you slept like shit,” Bo states staring at the bed.
“You can tell that by looking at the bed,” I joke weakly.
“You sleep like the dead when you sleep well. It looks like you were all over the bed last night.”
“Of course you would know that,” I chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I know a lot of things,” he grins joining me. “Except why you were crying last night. And what I do that occasionally pushes you away from me.”
“You don’t push me away, Bo,” I state, staring at my hands.
His hand covers mine. “Please don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not. You don’t do anything. It’s me.”
“The distance always starts when I drink. And I’ll admit since Bray that has become more often since Bray and even more since…I’ve been dealing with some stuff. If that is the problem…I’ll stop. Your friendship means that much to me.”
The statement both warms my heart and drives a knife into it. “It’s not your drinking that’s the problem. Not entirely at least.”
“Meaning?”
I bite my lip and his hand comes up to cup my cheek forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Tell me.”
“You say things I know you don’t mean. Combined with you being flirty. I forget for moments that it’s not true.”
“Like what?”
“Most recently? That you loved me…in the middle of making out with me.”
His eyes close momentarily. “Fuck, Gemma. Look, I…”
“I know,” I state when he trails off. “You do love me…as a friend. Just sometimes that’s a hard fact to swallow, so I isolate myself until…until I can be a friend again.”
“Fuck, Dexter is right. We’re entirely too old for this stupid shit.”
“What?”
“I don’t…I don’t want to lose you but…” he swallows thickly. “God am I in love with you,” he finally breathes, pressing our foreheads together.
“Bo, stop.”
“This is me. Sober. Telling you how I really feel and hoping like hell I don’t fuck things up.”
“Bo” I breathe, angling so our lips are a breath apart. “Shut up and show me.”
His lips seal over mine and I groan into him.
“Do you know how sexy that was,” he grins as we break apart.
“Do you know how sexy you are?”
“Keep it up, Beautiful.”
“Will I get a prize if I do?”
Bo growls as my back hits the mattress, his mouth overtaking my own. I finally allow myself to explore his body. I moan as I trace muscles of his arms up and over his shoulders, memorizing every curve and dip. Bo’s hands grip my hips tightly as he slides on top of me.
Breaking apart, he stares down at me. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“Do you think I would ever say something like that after I waited this long,” I smile.
“Only in my nightmares,” he sighs, his lips dust over my lips before trailing across my jaw, his hands slowly sliding up my sides.
“Only sweet dreams, Nightingale.”
His mouth attacks me, seemingly everywhere at once. Tongue stroking mine, exploring every inch of my mouth. Lips dancing along my jaw. Teeth nipping at the skin of my throat. I moan as his hands finally finishing their slow ascent to my chest, kneading, the pads of his thumbs stroking slowly across their peaks through my shirt lightly. I arch pressing myself more firmly into him. His teeth sinking in at my collarbone when our hips meet.
“Fuck, I’m sorry…I just didn’t expect…”
“Don’t be,” I grin tugging his shirt awkwardly up, getting it tangled under his arms.
Sitting up he tugs it over his head before dropping to the hem of my oversized sleep shirt, the question in his eyes. I nod lifting my hips to allow the beginning of the process before sitting up, lips finding his again seconds after the material leave my body.
“I got you…” he trails off as his eyes sweep down my body. “Do you usually…”
“Sleep in just a tee? Yes.”
“I’m a fucking idiot,” he murmurs, sliding down my body. “A complete and through idiot.”
Draping my legs over his shoulders, his head dips running a flat tongue up my slit and I arch up. His hands hold me open as he sucks and licks at me like a man having his first meal in years.
“Fuck,” I groan and he growls into me. “Jesus,” I pant as the vibrations do things to my insides I had only read about. My fingers wind through his hair, holding it back from his face while he works me over. By the time he slides two thick fingers inside I am shaking with a full body orgasm, his name falling from my lips like a chant.
“I could so get used to hearing that on a daily basis,” he grins up at me.
“If you get those pants off, you might be able to hear it again today.”
He’s on his feet, his hands working the button fly of his jeans before I finish speaking pulling a giggle from me. It dies as his cock springs free, standing tall amongst the dark nest there.
“Like what you see,” he grins and I nod dumbly.
Sinking to his knees between my thighs, he runs a warm hand up my torso as the other strokes himself slowly. “It’s all yours, just say the word.”
Reaching out I wrap a hand around him, pumping along with him causing his eyes to drift shut momentarily. When they open again, I meet them squarely. “Word.”
“Thank God,” he whispers aligning himself with my entrance, he pauses long enough to drape my knees over his hips. He pushes forward slowly, his forehead dropping to mine, breathing out a held breath and I groan as he finally is fully sheathed. “God you feel amazing already.”
My arms drape over his shoulders as his hips begin to move slowly against me. His lips never stopping as he tries to taste every available piece of skin he can reach. His breath hitching every time my hips buck in response to him stroking my spot.
“Feels like you were fucking made for me,” he moans against my skin. He sucks a mark at the base of my throat. “Feeling like a dream come to life. So fucking beautiful all arched and needy,” he groans, rolling his hips to hit deeper with every stroke. “But I think you need more.” Dropping lower, he takes one nipple into his mouth sucking and flicking his tongue over the nub.
“Fuck,” I shudder, my body clenching.
His breath grows more and more ragged as his teeth scrap lightly over one taut peak of my nipple then the other. Using his hair to pull his face back to mine “Let go, Bo. I’m so fucking close.”
“Yeah,” he grunts.
“Yes. Fuck,” I moan as his hips speed up. “Yes. Yes. Yes. God fucking yes.” I am practically clinging to him as he slams into me. The coil in my stomach tightening with every stroke. Finally it snaps, my body trembling with the release. “Bo,” I groan, leaving my own mark at the junction of his neck and shoulder.
“Fuck Gem…” The end of my name is lost in a strangled grunt, his hips snapping into my one last time. “I love you,” he pants, capturing my lips.
“I love you,” I grin as he flops beside me, tucking me into his side. “Unfortunately for you, that means you’re stuck with me now.”
“Oh no, whatever shall I do,” he grins.
“Well I have this room for one more night,” I return the grin. “You could take a nap then fuck me again to your heart’s desire.”
“Good plan,” he sighs pulling the sheet over us.
Alphasmuts R - Rain
A/N: I'm back. Am I back to good writing form? No. But I was trying to distract myself from a trauma so I cranked it out anyway. Enjoy!
One letter per one shot, all smut
Rain – An unexpected walk in the rain ends interesting.
Ft: Bo Dallas
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I mutter as the cold rain pelts me, pulling my jacket closer to my torso. “This was a bad idea.” My rental breaking down in the middle of nowhere starting my day off on the wrong foot. The tow truck taking hours to show up souring my mood further. The fact that cell service dropped out an hour ago was the last straw. Leaving the car and phone on the side of the road as I trek towards some version of civilization. Now a downpour to finish up my day on the lowest point. “Should have just stayed in the car.”
“Candis?”
My head shoots up. A dark figure stands beside a SUV ahead of me. They step forward through the haze.
“Candis? What on Earth are you doing.”
The haze finally splits to reveal Bo Dallas, water dripping off the brim of the top hat.
“Bo?”
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to find civilization, what are you doing?”
“Rented a cabin up the road. Jesus, it’s cold out here. Come on,” he holds out a hand to me.”
“Bo?” I ask stepping forward slowly, taking in his appearance. “Or Uncle Howdy?”
“What? Oh, no. Come one,” he motions me forward. Holding the passenger door open, he waits for me to slide in. “Just left right after my match, didn’t take anything but the mask off,” he continues as he slides behind the driver’s wheel, adjusting the heating vents towards me. “Why were you out in this?”
“Car broke down. Got tired of waiting on the tow truck,” I shiver. “Rain snuck up on me.”
“So you decided to walk a back country highway in the middle of nowhere?”
“Wasn’t thinking,” I mutter. “Got impatient.”
“You got soaked,” he states, reaching in the back and returning with a towel. “Where to?”
“Closest hotel, I guess.” I run the towel over my hair and arms.
“Nearest town is twenty miles.”
“Closet you can get me then.”
“You’re staying with me,” he sighs.
“Since when are we that close,” I smirk as he turns down a side road leading into the woods. “I’m sure the rest of your little group would love that also. Or is that your plan? Take me to the middle of the woods as a sacrifice?”
“No,” a smile crosses his face, a dimple flashing. “Just me.”
“Just you sacrificing me?”
“We’re not as bad as everyone thinks,” he states lowly.
“I know you’re not. Or you weren’t before you left last time. You seemed to have changed slightly.”
“Not really. Just let my dark side out more. I’m still me.”
“Still you huh?”
“Yes, still me. We’re here,” he sighs, putting the car in park. “I think I have some clothes that will fit you, they’ll fit you badly but they will fit. You can come in and get warm or you can continue in the cold,” he nods towards the cabin in front of us. “Whatever you choose.”
Sliding the car, he hurries into the building. I sit watching him disappear.
“Am I really going to trust a cult leader,” I think. “He’s more than a cult leader, Candis. He’s Bo, you’re first crush in NXT. The sweet guy who helped you through the tough first years. The guy you still crushed on when you made it to the main roster. Still sweet despite the people he hung out with. But then he left. And when he came back, he came with a darkness. A darkness that scared you despite the lingering crush. The crush that made you climb into a car without thinking. A crush that has you sitting in the middle of the woods with no way to contact the outside world. A crush that is really pushing me to go in that cabin and not start walking in a storm again. I can go back to the car and hope it hadn’t been picked up yet. We hadn’t been driving that long, I could probably make it… and be alone once again. The loneliness seeping into your bones faster than the cold. What the hell, what’s the worst that can happen. He kills me and I don’t have to worry about the car anymore.” Trudging up the path, I slip into the cracked door. “Sooooooo,” I draw out the word as I stand by the door. “Does a hot shower come with the clothes?”
The dimple reappears as he turns to face me. “That could be arranged. Leave that soaking jacket there by the door. I’ll throw it in the dryer with the rest of your stuff. Come on,” he nods down the hall. “I’ll see if I can find you something to wear.”
“Thank you Bo.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“You’ve always been so nice to me,” I sigh as I watch him dig through his bag.
“I’m a nice guy,” he smirks, holding out a tee and sweats to me. “Always have been.”
“And so humble,” I smile.
He shrugs in response.
“Shower?”
“Through there,” he nods, behind me. “Sorry about the lack of feminine smells. There might be some vanilla shampoo in there but otherwise it’s just my stuff.”
“Eh, you always smell good every time I’m around you,” I shrug taking the offered clothes. “Thank you again.”
“Just throw your wet stuff out here, I’ll throw them in the dryer.”
I throw a thumbs up over my shoulder.
X
I step out of the steamy bathroom and shiver as the cold envelops me. Looking around I find 2 space heaters trying diligently to burn off the chill and a fire in the fireplace. Glancing past the fire I see Bo on the other side. “Ah a shared fireplace,” I think. “Lovely.” Padding down the hallway, I find the living room and Bo. The man sits shirtless in the floor in front of the fireplace, stoking the fire before throwing another log on. I watch the muscles in his back work, following them down until they disappear beneath the low slung sweats on his hips. “I’m a goner,” I whisper to myself as my heatbeat doubles.
“Hmmmm,” Bo hums.
“Talking to myself,” I mumble, joining him in front of the flames.
“Should have turned the heat on before I left earlier,” he sighs. “Sorry. Wasn’t thinking.”
“You’d also be warmer with a shirt,” I smirk, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.
“Can’t sleep in one,” he shrugs, holding a bottle of whiskey between us. “Something to warm your insides while we wait.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk,” I smile, taking a long pull from the bottle before handing it back. “Cuz I’m not a cheap drunk.”
“I remember,” the dimple makes another appearance.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your one-year anniversary in NXT. You about drank the bar dry that night.”
“I have very few memories of that night,” I smirk. “So anything done cannot be held against me.”
He snorts, ducking his head and I could swear the color is deepening on his neck and face.
“So I can’t convince you to dance on the table?”
“You’re gonna need more bottles for that,” I smile taking the liquor when it’s reoffered.
“I do have more,” he whispers leaning into me. “But not for tonight.”
“You have plans to lure some other helpless girl here tomorrow night,” I smile as he stands.
“Nope,” he sighs returning with a blanket to drape over my shoulders. “You’re still shivering.”
“You’re less dressed than I am,” I return, shrugging the blanket off.
“I’m fine.”
Reaching out I run my fingertips from his throat to his stomach, causing the man to tense. “Tell that to your skin,” I smile slowly, holding the blanket towards him. “You feel like an ice cube.”
He opens his mouth and I cut him off, “I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Sighing he takes the blanket and tosses it on the couch before disappearing. He returns a few seconds later with the thick comforter from the bed. Taking the bottle from the floor he hands it to me before settling behind me, wrapping his arms and the comforter around the both of us. It’s my turn to tense as his hand slides down my arm. “Good compromise,” he asks, taking the bottle from my hand.
I shrug tensely as the bottle returns to my hand. “So what were you planning before I intruded?”
“Getting shitfaced in the woods,” he mumbles.
“Well that’s something. Any particular reason,” I ask, letting my head fall back against his shoulder so I can see his face.
“Feeling particularly lost without him.”
“Without who,” I whisper.
“Bray,” he whispers, taking another long drink from the bottle. “My big brother.”
“That’s why you went darker,” I state, pulling his arm with the bottle back down.
“That and they needed someone to remember them. Nikki, Joe, Dexter, and Erik. They needed someone to bring the attention back to their talent.”
“Like Bray did.”
“Like bray did,” he echoes, his eyes on his hands. One now resting on my knee, the other gripping the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly.
“You really are a good guy,” I smile up at him.
“It can stay our little secret,” he smirks, but it doesn’t quiet reach his eyes.
“I’d rather tell everyone.”
“What about you? What are you doing out here?”
“If you’re gonna be lonely, might as well do it thoroughly,” I shrug taking the bottle from his hand.
He cocks his head behind me and I feel his eyes heavy on me.
“I don’t know if you noticed but I don’t really fit in…anywhere. Not with the women, not with the guys. I don’t make friends easily and most of mine left. Or found new ones,” I whisper.
“You could have found your old ones when they came back.”
“They’re kinda scary now,” I recap the bottle setting it at my feet. “Didn’t know if was still welcome around them. Just kinda lost right now,” I shrug.
The heat gathering in my chest has nothing to do with the liquor in my system as I watch his fingers skim up my arm slowly, continuing up my shoulder to my chin. Tilting my head back he meets my eyes squarely. “You could have found your old ones,” he states again firmly.
I swallow thickly before nodding. “The Wyatt Seven doesn’t have the same ring to it.”
“Sicks. S-I-C-K-S. And there are only five of us.”
“So what are you trying to say,” I ask spinning to face him, my legs draping over his thighs as my feet cage in his hips.
“You don’t have to be lonely. And you don’t even have to join the group if you don’t want to. Just find me.”
“What if you didn’t want me anymore?”
“Impossible,” the dimple returns.
“Really?”
“What do you remember about that year anniversary party?”
I shrug, folding my hands in my lap. “Everyone was buying me drinks. Dancing. Vaguely being on top of the bar. Being carried home.”
“Who carried you home?”
“Don’t know,” I sigh meeting his dark eyes. “I know who I wanted but I always assumed it was Kass. He was always the father of the group.”
“Nope,” he states, the intensity in his eyes growing.
“You?”
He nods. “Threw you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You commented on my ass the whole walk back. Then when I put you in bed,” his eyes close at the memory. “And you pulled me down and planted a sloppy kiss on me. And moaned my name.”
My mouth goes dry at the look on his face, a mixture of ecstasy and pain.
“I wasn’t going to take advantage of you when you were like that. The next day you acted like nothing happened. So…” he trails off.
I lick my dry lips trying to think of how to respond. “So you ignored it and acted like it never happened? Just brought me breakfast and electrolyte drinks?”
He nods, eyes still closed.
Sliding closer, I wrap my knees around his hips. “That night,” I whisper, inches from his ear. “Did it sound like this: Bo,” I groan, my lips ghosting over his jaw. “Or was it needier? Like: Bo, please,” I moan, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “It’s always been you that I need, that I want. Always you. Even when I’m terrified I still only wanted you.”
“Candi, don’t. You don’t mean…”
“You know it takes more than half a bottle of whiskey to affect me.”
His eyes pop open to study me. “God, you’re beautiful,” I grin, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
“Not half as beautiful as you,” he growls pulling me into his lap and flush to his chest. His tongue swiping his lower lip as his eyes drop to mine. “Are you sure?”
“Never more sure in my life,” I smirk, leaning in but leaving just enough space for him to back down. He closes the gap, kissing me softly. The second kiss is more intense and the third leaves me breathless.t
“Fuck,” I breathe as we break apart, my hands sliding up to bury in hair.
“Not yet,” he smirks. “I’m getting there.”
He dives back in before I can respond, his tongue coaxing my lips apart to dance with my own. His hands gripping my hips tightly. Breaking the kiss briefly I yank his shirt over my head and to the side. “Much better,” I grin diving for his throat. My breast pressing against the warmth of his chest as I lavish his throat with nips and my tongue. His hands go behind him as he collapses backwards slightly to allow me more access to his throat which I take advantage of. My hands tracing every curve of the muscles in his arms. “Damn I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I think. “And it’s better than I could fucking imagine. My hips roll experimentally against his and his buck to meet mine. A ridge already forming beneath me.
“Want my mouth, Bo,” I whisper, moving back to his ear. I can feel you’re already at half mast and already working on too big for me but damn would I not want to try. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me until you can’t hold it anymore. Then I’ll milk every drop from you. I’m such a good girl like that,” I purr, nipping the shell of his ear. Suddenly I’m on my back beneath his body. The noise I make as his teeth find my nipple, waking my body up more would be embarrassing if it were anyone else. This is Bo though. Our bodies fit together like they were made to. One hand intertwining our fingers as he pins my hand above my head, the other moving to show my neglected breast some attention.
“Much better than my mind could think up,” he chuckles against my skin. “Do you always make such great noises?”
“It’s been so long I don’t remember, honestly,” I groan, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Fuck,” he sighs pressing his forehead against my chest as our lower half meets again. “You’re gonna be the death of me. I can tell that already,” he grins up at me.
“Is that a complaint?”
“Nope.” Suddenly we’re upright and moving through the cabin as his tongue battles with mine again. “But this is gonna be hard and fast,” he mumbles between kisses. “I don’t think I can hold back.”
“We can go for the romantic stuff next time,” I smile as my back hits the mattress. “Right now I just need you to fuck me.”
He growls in response as he yanks the loose sweats easily down my legs, deepening as his hands side into my cunt. “So fucking wet.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I mumble working his own sweats down just enough to free him.
He slams into me without preamble and a whorish moan slips through my lips, arching beneath him.
“Candi?”
“Please fucking move,” I whimper. “I can’t take you not fucking me.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, staring down at me in awe. His hips slamming into me and I try to meet them with my own.
“I got you, Babe,” he breathes, his hand working its way between us to press long slow strokes to my clit causing me to see stars at the combined sensation.
. Show me what you really got,” I moan draping my arms over his shoulders to tangle my finger through the ends of his hair. “Oh yeah,” I groan as he fucks me harder. My nails scrapping the back of his shoulders as I pull him closer. “That’s it Bo. Yes. That’s it.” I arch against him, my breast brushing against his torso with each movement sending electric tingles through my body. “Fuck,” I yelp as he adjust his hips to hit even deeper. “God, you feel so good. Fuck. Fuck. Don’t stop. Please. Please.”
“Not gonna,” he growls, burying his face into my neck. The vibrations setting my entire body on fire. “Gonna cum for me Babe?” Another growl as I slide my nails down his back. And electric sparks flash throughout my body as he bottoms out and I nod wildly as I feel myself tightening in preparation for my orgasm.
“Good girl,” he grins as his lips wrap around my nipple.
I see sparks as that pushes me over the edge finally.
“Mmmmm,” he hums as he fucks me through my orgasm.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” I growl as he starts to slow. “Not til you filled that pussy up like I’ve always imagined.”
His hips resume the fast and harsh rhythm. Aftershocks rocking my body with each meeting of our hips. He groans with each spasm of my pussy around him.
“You close Bo,” I purr.
He nods wildly, rolling his hips and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“What do you need, Bo? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“Perfect,” he grunts, his breathing ragged. “So fucking perfect.”
Seconds later he cries out, his hips stuttering, cock twitching inside me.
Collapsing down onto his elbows, he studies my face and I study him right back. Taking in the flush of his skin and the tangled mess I made of his hair.
“You’re even more beautiful when you’re fucked senseless,” I grin, earning me a chuckle.
“Ditto,” the dimple makes yet another appearance. “Should we shower now or when you’re done with me?”
“Oh, that’s going to be a very long time,” I grin. “We might need to do other things like clean up, eat; you know the basics.
“Come on then,” he smiles stripping completely.
AlphaSmuts C - Car
Car – Car sex
Ft: Ridge Holland
Glancing up from the book on my phone to my travel buddy to find him sulking in the driver's seat. “Stop sulking, big guy. It could have happened to anyone. The tow truck will be here. Nothing to do but wait.”
He glares out the windshield.
“Or continue to sulk,” I shrug. “Doesn’t matter to me.”
“We’re gonna be late.”
“The ones that need to know, know what’s going on. There’s no need to worry about your job. Everyone knows shit happens.”
“I’ve never been late in my life.”
“Well then you’re due,” I state dully, checking my messages. “We’re supposed to just head to the next town. We’re not needed at the show tonight.”
“Fuck.”
“Language.”
“How are you so calm?”
“Asked like a man who didn’t grow up with shitty cars,” I sigh. “This isn’t my first time on the side of the road, Bud. It’s been an hour. I’ve spent days on the side of road before.”
“What?”
“Rual roads and Daddy’s shitty trucks,” I shrug, pulling my reading app back up. “Just sit back, relax, and find something to take your mind off the time.”
“Whatcha reading?”
“A book.”
“One of those dirty books that women like?”
I feel the blood rush to my face. “What I do to entertain myself is none of your business, Ridge.”
“That’s a yes,” he smirks.
“Why do ya read stuff like that?”
“You have no idea what I’m reading.”
“You want me to take my mind off the time. Help me.”
“It’s been forty five minutes. And I told you once already that what I do to entertain myself is none of your business.”
Snatching the phone from my hands, he skims down words on the screen, his face turning red.
“Ridge! Rude,” I growl.
After a second pass, he tosses it back into my lap. I lower my head to hide behind my hair. “Why am I acting ashamed,” I think. “I’m a grown ass woman. I can read whatever I want.”
“Why,” he asks again.
I shrug. “I guess the same reason everyone reads. Fantasy. Escapism. Entertainment.” Raising my eyes slightly I see him shifting in his seat. A visible bulge in his jeans. “Because it gives me the same reaction it gave you. I need to refresh my alone time imagery.”
He folds his hands in his lap. “Do you want to do that…”
“Do what? Fuck an alien? No…Well, I would have to see the alien first to rule it out,” I smirk. “It’s fantasy. A way to experience something different without actually…you know…fucking a monster. Or…other things.”
“What other things?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Strong fingers under my chin lifts my eyes to look into his. The question clear there.
“Sometimes I ignore the descriptions of the characters and imagine myself and other people I may know,” I whisper.
“Who?”
“Who do you think about when you masturbate?”
“You,” he smirks.
“Wh…Wha…What,” I sputter.
“I think about you, Thea,” he states matter of factly, staring out the windshield.
“That’s not funny, Ridge.”
“I think about what it feels like to touch you. Taste you. What it feels like to be buried so deep inside of you that we become one.” He glances over at me before staring out the side window, the flush from his face making its way down his neck. “So now you know.”
I wet my suddenly dry lips, my mind reeling. My own confession on the tip of my tongue. Finally leaning forward on shaky hands on the center console, my lips inches from his ear. “I think about where you would want to take me,” I whisper. “Like are you just a bed kinda guy? Can these muscles keep me up while you slam into me in some random arena hallway,” my fingers trail down his bicep and forearm. “Can these thick fingers make me come silently in the backseat while you jabber along with Shea and Butch in the front seat?” My fingers slide down and in between his. “Would you like it if I rode your cock,” I whisper, my hand sliding his along the bulge.
A low groan rumbles through his chest.
“Do you like it slow? Or do you like it fast and rough?” My lips brush lightly along the flush skin. “I can take you either way. I’m such a good girl like that,” I purr. “Just tell me what you’re feeling at that moment and I would give you everything I have. Or maybe you just want my mouth. Throat fucking me until you can’t hold it anymore. I’ll milk every drop from you.”
He gasps harshly as I start pressing kisses to his neck. “Oh, Jesus, you can’t do that.”
“You started this. But if you’re done with me.” I start to sit back, disentangling myself from him.
He whimpers, moving faster than a man his size in such a cramped area should, yanking me into his lap.
“Want more,” he grunts between peppering kisses along my throat, rutting up into me.
“More what? More of me telling you what I think about? More of me?”
“You,” he groans as I start pressing down to meet his hips.
“What’s stopping you,” I question, nipping along his jaw.
“I can get very loud,” stressing the word, his hands coming to rest on my hips. “I’m not exactly hard to please, and because of that…Well, er, I’m a vocal bastard.”
“We’ve been here an hour and haven’t seen a single car pass,” I smirk. “The tow truck won’t be here for another hour at the earliest. Must be a busy day for them.”
He glances around before yanking my shirt over my head, groaning as he buries his face into my cleavage. His hands move to work the button on my jeans.
The noise I make as his teeth find my nipple through my bra, waking my body up more would be embarrassing if I hadn’t just confessed all my fantasies involving the man moments ago.
“Much better than my mind could think up. Do you always make such great noises?”
“It’s been so long I don’t remember, honestly,” I groan, moving to straddle him. My hands working the clasp of my bra before sliding the article from my body.
Finally able to use both hands he gets the jean’s button open. “Make that noise again, Love.” His hand plunges beneath my jeans and panties. “Please. Fuck you are so wet.” One finger circling my clit as the thumb and forefinger of his opposite hand working my nipple.
I seek out his lips, barely containing the growl as his tongue shoves into my mouth. Licking at my open mouth as I grind down against his finger. His thumb kept circling, teasing the taut skin of my breasts mercilessly. Every sound I make he echoes dazedly, pushing me closer to the edge.
“So close,” I whimper.
“What do you need, Love.”
I press my breast together and up towards his mouth. “Please.”
He obliges, lashing his tongue over one nipple then the other. The electric tension shooting between his mouth and hand has me going over the edge, a whorish moan filling the car.
“I have to be inside you. I have to.” He gasps against my skin, his hands moving to shove my jeans from my hips. Moving back to my original seat, he yanks the material of my jeans and panties down my legs before turning his attention to his own jeans. I kneel on the center console, my fingers threading through his short hair pulling a groan from him.
Once his jeans are shoved below his knees, “Get on my cock, Thea.”
Straddling him once more, Ridge wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, holding himself steady for me.
“Just…go slow. I’d hate to jump the gun,” He mumbles, his attention fixed on the apex of my thighs. I tilt his chin up with one finger as I slowly sink down onto him, wanting to see his reaction. The large man didn’t disappoint, his eyes rolling back in his head in bliss. “Jesus fuck,” he groans.
“God, you’re huge,” I moan, canting my hips back and forth in an attempt to settle onto him more evenly.
“Don’t move, shit-” Ridge groping my thighs, panting, “Love, if you move I will absolutely come. Just give me a second.”
“We should have done this ages ago.” I moaned. “You feel incredible, oh my God-”
His hips move ever so slowly, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs, holding me open.
“Tell me if I’m too rough.”
“I can take whatever you give me,” I smirk. “But if it’s too much I’ll let you know.”
He buried his cock in you as deeply as he could and I cry out in delight, my nails scratching at his scalp. "God,” he groans. “God, you’ll ruin me. “You’re incredible, you’re so fuckin’ incredible." His rhythm is slow and deep. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m not hurting ya am I?”
I shake my head, trying to move against his grip. “More. Please.”
His hands leave my thighs to bury in my hair, tugging gently. “What do you need my love?”
My hips move quicker, and he quickly starts to match my pace roughly. Our bodies meeting with wet smacks. His volume increased with my own, his deep growls and rumbles of satisfaction doing wonders for my fever-pitched arousal. “So close.”
“Just let go, Thea. Come on, Love. Let me feel ya.” His mouth drops back to my chest, his tongue lashing over my nipples.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my hand going to the handle above the door to ground myself. “Oh Ridge,” I shiver.
A prolonged growl precedes his own finish as I go boneless against his torso.
“We didn’t think this through, Love,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around me.
“Hmmmm,” I hum.
“Nothing to clean you up with.” His fingers slide up and down my spine.
I shrug the best I can. “I can just be a dirty girl until we get to the hotel and a shower. Not gonna kill me.”
He chuckles softly before a door slamming behind the car has us jumping apart.
“You get dressed, I’ll head him off,” he yanks his pants up. “Can’t have any delays getting you back to my hotel room. You did give me a whole list to work through.” He smirks, pecking my lips before disappearing.
AlphaSmuts B - Bite
Bite – They can’t keep their teeth to themselves.
Ft: Pete Dunne (cuz of course it's him)
The commotion draws my attention across the room. Multiple trainers try to restrain Pete Dunne.
“Good luck with that,” I mutter, packing my bag.
“Faith, are you going to help here?”
“Nope. I pick my fights and that is not one of them,” I smirk. “I’m out. Have a good night.”
“Shari? Shari!”
“Just let him go. He is not going to let you check him out anyway.”
“That is not how we do things here!”
“Once he calms down, he will come to me. I’ll take care of him. Let him go.”
“Shari! Get back here!”
“See you later,” I call over my shoulder.
I lounge on my hotel bed, scrolling through my phone as I wait. I don’t know why Pete trusts me so much to show his vulnerability while hurt but I definitely know why he chose me for his pain. Banging on the hotel door cuts my thoughts short. Making my way to the door, I don’t even check as I open the door. Pete steps in wordlessly, his hair down and hiding his face.
“Finally ready to admit you have a boo-boo, Pete,” I smirk.
He glares through his hair at me.
“You know the drill,” I wave him towards the bathroom and my kit laid out and waiting. “So what’s wrong tonight.”
He holds his hand up, the hand swollen from his middle finger to pinky and down to his wrist.
“Wrist, hand, or fingers?”
“Fingas,” he grunts as I gently probe along his hand.
Turning on my ring light, I study his fingers. None seem to be dislocated. “Someone turned your own trick on you,” I smirk.
“Somethin’ like that,” he sighs, moving to stand behind me, his free hand going to my hip. His forehead pressing against the back of my skull, breathing deeply. I pause, waiting to see what he was going to do. When he doesn’t make any further moves I continue my examination.
“Stupid question; are you willing to get this x-rayed?”
He shakes his head.
“Can you move everything?”
He grunts slightly but rotates his wrist and wiggles all five fingers, though the final three’s movement was slightly more limited.
I press along his hand testing the swelling and he inhales sharply. Moving closer, I feel a hard ridge brush against my ass.
“There it is,” I think. “The real reason I am the only one allowed to treat him. I am the only one he wants to fuck”. Something about the pain exacerbating his arousal, this whole dance started months ago.
“Shar?” Pete’s breath fanning across the back of my neck. I realize that I had stopped moving, just holding the man’s hand in mine and staring.
“Is it all three or is the swelling radiating from one of them,” I sigh, digging through the kit.
“Third finga started swelling and the rest followed.”
“Take anything?”
“Bout two ‘ours ago,” he mumbles, his face sliding downward.
“I’m assuming you iced it.”
“Yeah.” His lips brush against my neck.
“If you want this done right and to last I would hold that thought,” I smirk, my body already reacting to the man.
“Really,” he chuckles, pulling my body tighter to his with the grip on my hip.
“Really,” I try to maintain a composed demeanor as thoughts of his plans flash through my mind. Holding up the medical tape, I stare over my shoulder at him in the mirror. “Do you want this done right or fast and sloppy?”
He rests his chin on my shoulder, motioning for me to continue with his uninjured hand.
I set to work buddy taping his injured finger to the one next to it. “Done,” I state as I make sure the finger is stable and secure.
He hums turning to bury himself against my neck.
I tense knowing what is coming.
He chuckles, mouthing over my pulse but no teeth. “Why so tense?”
“Just bracing for what is coming.”
“Do ya not like what’s comin’?”
“You know I do,” I sigh, leaning back into the man as my eyes close. “Just don’t like being taken by…” I yelp as teeth pinch my skin. “Fucker,” I growl, reaching back to thread my fingers through his hair.
He shrugs banding the arm of his injured hand across my shoulders as his other pins my hips to his. I groan at the feel him nestled against me. The need to have him deep inside of me overwhelming my senses. He mouth continue to nip lightly along the side of my throat.
“Pete, please,” I pant unsure of what I’m asking for.
“Hmmmm,” he hums, hand working its way under my panties and against me.
Lowering my mouth, I sink my teeth into the skin of his forearm to hold the groan at bay, my hips rocking back against him on their own accord. It takes several seconds to realize Pete has stopped moving entirely. Opening my eyes I find him in the mirror. He’s staring at my mouth around him.
“You can give but you can’t take,” I smirk releasing him. “Maybe…” I cut off as his injured hand comes up to wrap in my hair, yanking my head backwards. His other hand leaving my panties. “Playtime over,” I ask innocently. “Just because I can get as mouthy as you.”
A brief smirk crosses his face before spinning me, his mouth crashing into mine. I groan, hoisting myself up onto the counter. Breaking away he steps back slightly and yanking his shirt over his head. “Doit again,” he orders before attacking my throat again.
I sink my teeth into his deltoid muscle, holding before laving my tongue over the mark and repeating. His hands fist my sleep shirt.
“Want my shirt off, Pete,” I sigh against his ear, rubbing him through his shorts. “Or maybe my panties so you can fuck me while you leave all the bite marks you want on my body. You know I’ll let you do it. Always have,” I groan as he bites along the junction between my neck and shoulder. Unable to move my head again, I press my thumb against a bite mark on his shoulder. He groans deeply sending vibrations through my chest adding to my arousal without even trying.
“Everythin’ off…now.”
He moves only long enough for my shirt to disappear before he attacks my torso.
“Fuck,” I groan as his lips wrap around my nipple. My hands fumbling to yank my underwear down.
His uninjured hand moves to run two fingers through my slit, humming at what he finds. He raises his head to grin at me and I attack his mouth, nipping at his lips before releasing him. “Do it. Please.”
His head drops biting along the top of my breast, his fingers breaching me and curling. “Fuck. Yes. More. More. Please,” I beg, arching up against him.
He obliges repeating his action on my chest as his fingers fuck me, his thumb joining to rub against my clit. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” I keen, groping blindly for him. Giving up on his cock, I grab his shoulder, fingers digging into multiple marks there.
He tosses his head back groaning, a smile on his face. “Fuck. Gonna make me cum before I’m even in ya.”
His voice is so rough with pleasure I almost didn’t recognize it.
“Need ya to cum for me, Shar. Let me feel ya. Then I’ll really fuck ya.”
Grabbing a handful of hair I pull his mouth back to me, moments later my release washes over me. He peppers kisses along my throat as he continues until my body goes slack beneath him.
Yanking me from the counter he carries me one armed to the bed. Dropping me to the mattress, he shimmies out of his shorts.
“Nuh uh,” I smirk as he kneels between my legs. “Not risking you hurting that hand. You on the bed.”
“But…”
“Bed.”
He settles onto his back, and I straddle his hips.
“Good.” I smirk, sinking slowly down his cock. “You want me to…”
He is nodding before I finish the sentence. My teeth sink into his pec and his hips slamming up into me further. I chuckle against his skin before continuing my rhythm is slow but Pete fucks up into me with each new bite, his thumb slides between us and against my clit.
“Fuck,” I moan, my tongue lashing over a bite mark. “So good to me.” Arching back I fuck myself down on him faster. Pete urges me faster, baring his teeth in a satisfied grin when I start playing with my breasts, my thumbs sliding over my nipples roughly. Sitting up he swats my hands away, his mouth and hand taking over, the rhythm of our hips never slowing. “Fuck Pete. Gonna come again.”
“Gonna come all over me? Soak my cock. Do it.” His teeth nipping at my nipple is all the push I need as I come undone, my hips thrashing sloppily along his cock.
Slumping listlessly against him, I allow him to fuck through my orgasm. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Pete. I fucking think I love you.” Burying my face against his neck, I bite down hard. The growl Pete releases vibrates my whole body as he stills. His hand fisting my hair and holding me to his neck as his cock twitches and fills me. Finally, he releases his hold, allowing me to slide to the mattress beside him. Slumping back against the pillows beside me, he studies my face.”
“Pete, I…”
He presses a finger to my lips as he scans my throat and chest. Finally leaning over me, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I love ya, too Shari. I’m surprised ya didn’t figure that already. Even I can’ get hurt that often.”
“Does that mean,” I start, tracing the bite mark on his chest, “that I don’t have to wait weeks for this again?”
“Somethin’ like that,” he smirks, tucking me into his side.
AlphaSmuts H - Heal
One letter per one shot, all smut
Heal – There is more than one way to heal.
Ft: Pete Dunne
“I thought you were going to help me train, not play pattycake with me. Stop taking it easy on me Dunne,” I pant.
“Ya can’t handle me being rough on ya,” he sneers. “Ya were tha one that tried to get out of this.”
“Try me,” I smirk as we tie up again, ignoring his accusations. “I’m not that fragile.”
His eyes darken as they meet mine. “Ya brought this on yerself.”
I roll my eyes, seconds before my back meets the mat.
“Again,” I state.
The dull ache as my shoulder slams to the mat for the millionth time in the past hour, each hit harder than the last. Pete seemingly getting irritated with me demanding more each time. “Again.”
“Wha? What is goin’ on wit ya today,” he pants.
“Nothing. Come on.”
“No. I’m done.”
“Can’t keep up, Grump,” I taunt.
“I’m not gonna beat on ya anymore,” he growls.
“Why not,” I blurt. “Isn’t that what you guys do. Break women?”
“What are you talkin’ about Faith?”
“Like you don’t know,” I scoff. The look of confusion has me rolling my eyes. “Why don’t you ask your buddy Ridge what is wrong with me. If you’re done, I’ll find something else to do.”
“Faith,” he calls as I slip through the ropes and out of the ring. “Faith!”
I make my way to the locker room without a second glance towards the man in the ring. Grabbing my bag, I don’t even bother changing before heading out.
Stepping out of the shower, I glance at the mirror to find light bruising across my shoulders and back. “Nothing, that I fifth of whiskey can’t heal.,” I mumble to myself. Pulling an oversized shirt on before making my way into my hotel room. Pouring a full plastic cup of whiskey, I settle on the bed ignoring the buzzing phone on the table. After five minutes of constant buzzing, I finally pick up the phone. Pete the readout states. Hitting the ignore button I move to place it back when it start buzzing again. “What Dunne?”
“Where are you,” the man practically growls.
“In my hotel room. Bye.”
The phone is buzzing before it hits the table.
“Not in the mood, Pete.”
“Don’t care. Room numba?”
“Not going to listen to his friends make excuses for him.”
“What is the fucking room numba?”
“You’re not coming to my room, Pete.”
“I will knock on every door in this hotel until I find ya.”
Chugging the liquor, I sigh, “Fine. Room fourteen thirty two.”
“Wha?”
“You don’t think I’ve been at Shea’s side this long and not invested well? I was downgrading to stay with Ridge. You got ten minutes starting now.” Turning my phone off, I pour myself another drink. “I’m gonna need this.”
Pounding on the door sounds before I even finish pouring. “The boy is fast,” I mutter moving to the door. Checking the peephole I open the door. “What do you need to say, Dunne?”
He shoves his way through the door, snagging my drink as he passes.
“Come right in and make yourself at home,” I snort closing the door.
Chugging the drink, he turns to face me. “Lacey Evans,” he snarls.
I’m taken aback for a second. “Yeah. Found out yesterday.”
“He’s fucking Lacey Evans.”
“Not new information here,” I smirk, taking a seat on the desk to watch the man pace.
“He has you.”
“Had. Past tense. As in no longer have.”
“Does Sheamus know?”
I shrug filling another plastic cup with ice. “Does it matter? Shea is a good friend but its always bros before hoes.”
The young man is on top of me before I can blink, his fist around my chin tightly forcing me to stare into his blue eyes, the empty cup slamming down beside me. “No, it’s not.”
“Whatever you say, Pete. Anything else? Cuz your time is running out quickly.”
“Believe me,” he sneers.
“Why? Does he want you to spy on me,” I snap. “Make sure I am thoroughly emotionally miserable? That I know how easy it is to replace me with a younger model? I better model?”
“No,” he snarls.
“Then why?”
“Because…Cuz…” he swallows thickly. “Cuz I don’t want to loose ya,” he whispers.
“I don’t think I heard that right.”
His hand moves from my chin across my cheek, to fist into my hair. “Yea, ya did.” His mouth captures mine hungerly, groaning when I drop my own cup to fist his tee.
“I expected a right hook, honestly,” he mumbles, his forehead pressing to mine. “Had to do it least once.”
“I might have but you’re pretty good with your mouth so I’ll let it slide,” I smile.
“Believe me.”
I stare into his eyes and find nothing but rawness there. He was baring himself to me for not the first time in our working relationship. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod. “I do. I’m a little broken right now so I may not be the best thing to hold onto.”
He shrugs, “We can figure it out. There’s more than one way to heal.”
“Oh?”
His second kiss is softer, his grip in my hair loosening, his thumb coming up to stroke along my jawline.
“Oh,” I breathe when he lets me up for air.
His eyes search mine and I smile pulling him between my knees.
“Alright Butchy Boy,” I throw out his new ring name. “Heal me.”
His fingers tighten in my hair tilting my head backwards. “Don’t call me Butch.”
“Alright Pete,” I smirk. “Heal me.”
I’m pulled to the edge of the desk, my legs wrapping automatically around his waist. His hands playing with the hem of my shirt seemingly unsure.
“Pete?”
“I didn’t think I’d make it this far,” he breathes pulling a giggle from me.
“Let’s start with the bed. Then wherever you feel like going is good with me,” I smirk, nipping at his bottom lip.
The grip on me is light as he pulls me into his arms, his mouth on the side of my throat as he moves through the suite. My back hits the mattress and I brace for the weight of the man to cover me. When it doesn’t come, I glance up at the man. He stares down at me hungerly, mainly glued to my lower half. Slowly, he moves to kneel on the bed, his hands sliding up my legs. “Yer not wearing any…”
I roll my eyes, “I was planning on drinking all night. You’re lucky I put the shirt on.”
“Naked would have gotten ya here sooner,” he smirks, his hands circling my hips.
“Says you.” My hands pull at the hoodie he’s wearing, tugging it over his head. He settles on his stomach between my thighs.
“Ya know better than t’ tease me,” his mouth dropping, nipping a mark onto my hip.
“Or what?”
Pete spreads my lips open with his fingers, making eye contact he smirks before lowering his mouth millimeters from me. “I’ll tease ya back.” I cry out when he fastens his mouth over my clit and gently sucks, unable to keep my hips from bucking up at him. “Nuh uh,” he grunts pinning my hips down. “Ya said whatever I want.” He gets to work lashing at my clit with short, firm licks.
I grip the hair at the back of his head, pulling it free from the bun and Pete grunts as I tug gently trying to wiggle free of him.
“Fuck Pete,” I groan as I feel the orgasm building. Suddenly, he is gone. “What the fuck?”
“Told ya, I’ll tease ya back,” he smirks.
“That’s just cruel.”
He lays there smirking up at me.
“Fine. I’ll be good.”
His eyes darken.
“But only if you are.”
He lowers his mouth lapping hungrily at my cunt, sending little shocks through me his stubble rubbed your thighs.
“Fuck Pete,” I moan. “Right there, Baby. Fuck,” I cry out as the orgasm finally overtakes me. Pete lapping at me through it until I shove his face away. He sits back, licking his lips watching in awe as my thighs tremble with aftershocks.
“Hey Pete,” I smile, wiggling out of my shirt. “What to be inside me? Or maybe…” I trail a hand up in between my breasts.
He nods, shimmying his shorts down his legs. His cock standing at attention.
“Yeah? Where do you want me Baby?”
Strong hands roll me over onto my belly. A swat landed on my ass has me arching my back. “Fuck,” he breathes, his hands grope my ass.
“Like what you see, Baby?”
He grunts wordlessly running his cock through my folds.
“Whatcha waiting for Pete,” I ask wriggling my hips back against him. “I’m being a good girl, the teasing should stop. Please.”
His grip on my hips stopping them, “Yer gonna get every bit of me, Faith,” he growls against my ear. “Gonna’ fill up this little pussy and make ya fuckin’ scream my name. Make you forget his name. Just like in my dreams.”
“Then do it,” I groan, turning to look at him over my shoulder.
He slowly slides into me and my mouth falls open in pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groans as he bottoms out. “Don’t even hafta adjust.” He pulls out slowly before thrusting forward harshly.
“Fuck,” I yelp. “Don’t stop. Just like that.”
“Yea?” He bucks harshly into me again.
“Fuck yeah, Pete.” Pulling one hand from my hip and to my breast and he stills deep inside me. His face pressed between my shoulder blades.
“Pete.”
“Too good,” he mutters against my skin.
“You want me to be a little bratty,” I smirk, rolling my hips back against his.
“Faith,” he growls, his hand groping my breast as the other attempts to still my hips weakly.
“I don’t think you want me to stop,” I purr, fucking myself back against him. “Or you would stop me. “I think you want me to fuck myself silly on your cock.”
“Fuck yes. Take what ya need.”
“What if I need you, Pete? All of you.”
His hand falls to intertwine his fingers with mine. “Ya have it.”
“Promise?”
His fingers tug at my nipple causing stars to flash before my eyes, his hips starting to move to meet mine. “Always,” he finally growls, bucking into me harshly finally finding his own rhythm again.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Fuck, Pete. Feels so good. God damn. Gonna cum again. Please. Please.” His pace picks up, his fingers rolling my nipples exquisitely. “Pete. Pete,” I scream as my second orgasm slams into me. Pete fucks me through it before stilling.
“Ya ok?”
I nod, trying to find the strength to press back against him as his cock sits deeply inside of me.
“On yer back,” he mumbles pulling out completely. “I still have a promise to fill yer pussy.”
I moan at the implications, a smile on my face as I look up at the man. “Hope you don’t need much of me. I don’t know how much strength I have left.”
“Yer already perfect as is,” he smirks, wrapping my thighs over his hips. “Just continue to take my cock like a good girl.” He buries his face between my cleavage as he slides back into me. My fingers sliding into his hair. I arch against him as his mouth teases one nipple then the other.
“Fuck Pete,” I yelp as his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh.
“Good?”
“Don’t fucking stop,” I whine, pulling his face back to my chest.
“Not gonna.” His hips moving slowly. “Neva gonna.”
“God, you feel so good,” I groan. “Even after two orgasm, I want more of you. More.”
His mouth moves up to my ear, his hands pinning my wrist above my head. “Ya got it. If I can have ya…forever.”
I nod, my mouth unable to form words suddenly.
His mouth devours mine, as he rolls his hips into me.
“Pete,” I groan, as he tosses his head back. “You gonna come for me, Baby.”
“Not yet,” he growls.
“But you promised. I need you to fill me up. Please, Baby. Please. Pete.”
Wiggling one hand free I tangle it in his hair pulling him down. “Please Pete. Please.”
His mouth covers mine again, moaning into me as he release finally comes. His fingers wrapping tightly between mine above my head.
“How long?” I ask as he lays catching his breath beside me.
“Before Ridge.”
“Pity. I missed out on months of that.”
“Make up for lost time?”
“Tomorrow night,” I agree.
