pairing: Kenny OmegaxReader
summary: Kenny got hurt and you’re here to patch him up
warnings: N/A
word count: 509
notes: okay, so I’m tagging @bibalor because of Kenny thirst. And this is really short and just a little drabble but you know. I think it’s cute. So yeah, enjoy guys!
“Ow! Careful, that hurts!”
You stop what you’re doing so you can look at Kenny with an unamused face. “Stop being a big baby.” It’s said fondly, and yes, you are a little amused, but he doesn’t have to know that.
“But it hurts!” He’s whining and he’s tilting his head back with an over dramatic groan. You watch him for a moment, before you move onto the next cut, placing more disinfectant spray on it and he’s wincing again.
“Fuck!”
“Maybe later if you behave.” Your voice is still unamused and he’s tilting his head back down to stare at you. He’s quirking an eyebrow and a suggestive smirk spreading across his face and you’re raising the opposite eyebrow, before you’re spraying him once again.
“Come on, really?”
This time, you’re letting out a laugh, your lips tugging into a mischievous grin. “What? It’s funny.”
“To you, not to me. I’m in pain.”
“Yes, that’s why it’s funny.” You’re leaning in to kiss him, softly, and then pulling back to finish wiping up the scrapes that Kenny has on his knees. You two had went out for a run and he tripped over something and had fallen. He had scraped his hands and knees when he had fallen and you swear he had tripped over nothing. He insisted it had been a branch, even though there had been no branches around. He wouldn’t budge on it, even though you knew the truth.
“You’re an awful human being.”
“Nah,” you hum, before you’re switching to cover the worst of the cuts with bandages. You can feel him watching you, and you grin up at him before you’re cutely placing your lips against the bandage in a kiss.
“Don’t get cute,” he’s saying, but a fond smile is growing across his face.
You’re letting out a hum, before you’re kissing the other hand. “Well, did it help?”
“A little bit. But it doesn’t just hurt there anymore.” He’s saying and you’re trying so hard to keep a straight face.
“Really? Well, where does it hurt now?”
“Uh…” he’s looking up and down his body before pointing to the middle of his chest. “Here.”
“There?” You’re leaning to kiss he pointed. “Better?”
“Nope. Something else hurts too.” He’s pointing to his forehead. “That hurts.”
You’re kissing his forehead, gladly keeping up with the little game he’s made now. It’s cute and hey, he’s giving you an excuse to give him kisses. It’s adorable and you love it.
“Nope, that wasn’t it. I think this is what’s really causing me pain.” He’s pursing his lips and you’re laughing softly.
“Is it really, now?” And you’re leaning in to kiss him, starting out softly at first, but he’s the one who deepens the kiss.
You’re both breathless when you’re pulling away and you’re resting your forehead against his. “Feeling better?”
“Well, you’re helping. Knees and hands still sting, but that’s nothing that another kiss can’t help.” He’s smirking and you’re rolling your eyes.
“You’re insufferable.” But you’re leaning in to kiss him anyway.
pairing: FinnxReader
summary: Finn’s match with Jinder has gotten you concerned and for a good reason.
warnings: mentions of a concussion
word count: 1,043
notes: This was something to tide me over when I found out that Finn got a concussion. It’s not long at all, just a drabble, but it was still enough to help me get some of my feelings out, lol. I know a lot of people are upset about it, too, so hopefully this will help some people, too?
You understood that Jinder’s… ‘character’ was supposed to be aggressive, but that didn’t stop you from worrying throughout the entire match. You knew most of the shots he was hitting Finn with were stiff and you were watching the match like a hawk. When the forearm came out of nowhere and hit Finn so hard he face planted on the matt, you knew something was wrong. “Shit,” you’re murmuring, and you’re getting out of your seat and heading towards the curtains. You’ll meet him there, you need to know if he’s okay.
You’re speeding there, ignoring the looks from the other superstars and you’re making it to the area before the match is even finished. There’s yet another monitor, and you’re watching it there, how the match finishes and you’re wincing at the red marks across Finn’s head. Of course you’re noticing when a medic is approaching and your heart is sinking. You’re giving Jinder a nod when he walks by, because you can’t look like a total asshole, even if you’re concerned for Finn, and you’re waiting for him to come through the curtains.
It’s after the promo when he does, and you’re hanging back, watching as the medic approaches him and they start talking in low voices. He’s holding his head and you’re biting your bottom lip, stepping just a little bit closer. The movement makes Finn look your way and he’s reaching a hand out to you. You’re stepping the rest of the way towards him and you’re wrapping an arm around his waist, pressing a kiss to his chest. You don’t care if he’s sweaty, you just need to be able to support him. And right now, without words will do it. He’s pressing a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping both arms around you, and then continues explaining to the medic what happened.
You’re walking with him to get checked out fully, and he’s keeping you close. You know he needs you right now and that’s all that matters. You’re with him through thick and thin.
He keeps his brave face through everything, through all the check ups, through the discussions. He’s holding your hand through most of it and his grip is tight. He already knows, he’s said it several times and you’re sad for him.
He’s silent on the way back to the hotel, and you both know you’re going to be in for a long night. When you’re in the hotel room, he’s instantly pulling you in, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He’s burying his face into your neck and he’s silent, holding you. You’re wrapping your arms around him in return, kissing his head and rubbing his back. “I love you,” you’re whispering, and he’s making a soft sound. “Do you want to lay down?” You’re asking in the same low voice. You know his head must be pounding and you’re trying not to make it worse.
Another noise is being made and you’re biting your bottom lip. “Come on, babe,” you’re gently beginning to guide him to the bed, and you’re trying to get him to sit down on the edge. He won’t budge for a while, wanting to stay attached to you. “Finn.” With a huff, he’s letting you go and he’s lowering himself onto the bed. You’re lifting his hand to his eyes with a gentle command of ‘stay’ and then you’re crawling on the bed to turn on the light behind him on the bedside table. And then you’re moving to shut off the overhead light, leaving a nice glow in the room where it’s enough for you to see.
You’re moving back to him, and you’re lowering his hand. He’s blinking up at you and he still looks dazed and you’re frowning. You’re brushing his hair back, and then you’re planting a kiss on his head. He’s reaching out, wrapping his arms around you and you’re standing in between his legs as he buries his face into your chest.
You’re softly running your fingers through his hair, hoping maybe that’ll help him calm down. You know he’s being clingy for a reason and you don’t blame him. He’s just gotten back to what he loves doing and now he has to worry that if he doesn’t pass his impact test, he’ll be benched for a few weeks? You know if it’s bad, it’ll be good for him to rest, but to just get back and then to have this happen to him… it’s hard. Especially on him.
“I’m proud of you… do you know that?” Your voice is so soft and he’s pulling away so he can blink up at you.
“You are?”
“Yeah.” You’re cupping the back of his neck with your fingers, and you work your fingers up and down the length of it. You’re gentle about it, and his eyes flutter, a soft sigh falling from his lips and you continue at it while you speak again. “I’m so proud of you. The fact that you’re able to continue even though you’re injured. I’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished. And this? This little bump in the road? It’s just little. You’re going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”
He’s raising a hand to place against your cheek, and then he’s guiding your head down to kiss you. You’re kissing him back, softly, and then pulling back, resting your forehead against his.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” He’s telling you and you’re smiling. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my rock.”
“And you know what? You’re mine. I love you, Finn.” You’re pulling back so you can look at him, making sure he sees how serious you are.
“I love you. Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m here for you. Forever and always. Now, let’s get some rest, okay?”
“Only if you sing to me.” You’re letting out a soft laugh, flushing, but then you’re nodding.
“Deal. But only because you’re concussed.”
“If that’s what I have to do to get you to sing to me, I should get concussed more often.” The smile on his face is a little dopey and you’re shaking your head fondly at him.
pairing: SethxReader
summary: You should’ve known better, but you loved him too much.
warnings: mentions of cheating, a lot of angst.
word count: 1,453
notes: Okay, first off, I wrote this a while ago, back when Seth was still in surgery and stuff. So this is a couple of weeks old. Second of all, I saw “Is there someone else?” from this sentence meme and this popped into my head. It’s short, just a drabble, and I haven’t really written angst in a while, so hopefully it’s okay! I have an idea in my head for a sequel, so if you guys are interested in that, let me know!
“Is there someone else?”
You knew better. You should’ve known better. Once a cheater, always a cheater, you should’ve known. But it still didn’t change the fact that he charmed the socks right off of you. He made you feel like royalty. He got you everything under the sun, he treated you right, you were the light of his life. And he was yours. Until… he wasn’t anymore.
He started pulling away. It was barely noticeable at first, but then, it was. And you didn’t want to believe it at first, but there were signs. And the signs grew larger and larger. You wanted to talk to someone about it, but you knew better. Everyone told you that it would be such a bad idea to be with him. But you wanted to prove them wrong, show them that Seth had changed, that he really did love you; though now you’re the one being made a fool.
You ask the question when curled up in bed with him. He’d been gone all day and you know he’s exhausted from rehab, but you can’t take it anymore. Your voice is soft and you’re feeling him shift in bed so he can peer over your shoulder.
“What?” He’s asking, and you still can’t bare to look at him, staring straight at the wall.
“Is there someone else? Or more than one person?” Your voice is louder now, but it breaks on the last word. The silence hangs in the air and that’s almost answer enough for you. You’re shoving the covers off of you and sitting up in bed. You feel sick to your stomach and you’re biting your bottom lip hard. “Please… don’t lie to me…” you whisper and you’re trying to hold back tears.
“It was… a mistake,” he’s saying and you’re hanging your head. It hurts, it really hurts and you’re trying not to just break down in heart wrenching sobs right now.
“What, was it one time? Are you going to use the excuse ‘oh, it’s because you weren’t there enough for me’? I bet you used that on Leighla, huh? And don’t try and say you haven’t done it several times. Don’t think I didn’t notice the signs.” You’re turning to look at him, anger and sadness both taking place inside your body, settling into a ball of rage.
You want to yell, you want to throw things, you want to curl up into a ball and cry. There’s so many things that you want to do, but you just stare at him, the tears falling freely down your face.
He’s not even looking at you, he’s sitting with his head in his hands. As if he has every right to be upset. And it’s making you even more angry. “Cat got your tongue, huh?” You say bitterly.
“I didn’t…”
“You didn’t mean for it to happen?”
“No, of course not! You think I meant for this to happen?” He’s looking at you now, and he’s shaking his head. “I love you, I never want to hurt you.”
“If you really loved me, we wouldn’t be in this mess, would we?” You’re standing up now, and it’s really hard to look menacing in pajamas, but you’re trying anyway. He’s sliding up out of bed, standing on the other side, and part of you is mad at yourself that you’re taking away his resting time but the other half wants to strangle that part. He fucked up, he doesn’t deserve to rest. Why should he? He manipulated you into loving him just to break your heart into a thousand little pieces.
“Baby, please,” he’s pleading, and he’s walking over to you. You put a hand up, shaking your head. You don’t want him any closer to you.
“Don’t. Please, don’t. I knew, deep down, that you were going to break my heart. And you did.” You’re staring up at him, lowering your hand, and then you’re shaking your head again. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” You mean to say it with passion, but you just feel so broken. It’s coming out so softly and you have to close your eyes, wiping your hands across your face to get rid of the tears.
“No, baby, you don’t mean that.” He’s stepping closer, taking your hands in his. God, how you wish you could just let this go, be with him, but you can’t. You know you can’t. You shouldn’t have been with him in the first place. You hold onto his hands just for a moment, before you’re pulling them away, turning around and wrapping your arms around yourself.
“No… I don’t… and that’s what makes this ten times harder. I love you, but you broke my heart. You broke my trust. There’s nothing between us anymore. You ruined that.”
“Baby, please, we can make this work. I won’t do it again, I love you.” He’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest and you’re melting, just for a second, before you’re pushing away again.
“No, Seth, you don’t get to do that. You say you love me, but you never proved that. You don’t love me. When you cheat on someone, you don’t love them. You’re so focused on yourself and what you want in the time being that you don’t even care that you’re hurting me! You never cared! God, I’m so fucking stupid!” You’re shoving your hands through your hair, and then you’re letting out a bitter laugh. “We’re over Seth. I’m going to stay with… someone, I don’t even know, but I can’t stay with you. And I won’t. When we’re not on the road, I’m going to pack all my stuff and move them. Your house is your house, I’ll find something else. And I don’t want you to ever talk to me again.”
You’re grabbing your phone off the table, grabbing your charger, your shoes, your jacket, before you’re heading out the door. You can hear him pleading with you, but you’re taking off down the hotel hallway, trying to keep quiet as to not disturb anyone else. You go to the first room that you can think of, Bayley’s and Sasha’s, and you’re knocking on the door.
It takes them a while to open the door, after all, it’s the middle of the night, but when it does, Bayley is the first one you see. The sleepy look instantly falls off her face the moment she takes you in, and then she’s pulling you inside, shutting the door and pulling you into a hug. You’re sobbing into her shoulder the instant you know you’re not going to disturb anyone but your two closest friends, and Bayley’s whispering words of comfort in your ear.
Another hand is on your shoulder and you know it’s Sasha’s. “Are you okay? What happened?” She’s whispering as her hand joins Bayley’s in rubbing your back.
“Seth… we’re done…” is all you can say, because you don’t want to say what happened. You can’t tell them what he’s done, not right now.
“Oh, honey,” Bayley’s whispering, and then she’s pulling you all over to sit on the bed. Sasha’s pulling you into her side, rocking you back and forth as Bayley goes to get you some tissues. You’re trying hard to stop crying, but it keeps coming and you feel so helpless and so stupid.
“Can I stay here with you guys?” You manage to get out through your crying and they’re agreeing instantly.
“Of course.”
“As long as you need.”
They keep you occupied with TV and they’re doing everything they can to help you feel better. When you finally manage to stop crying and calm down, you tell them everything, about all the signs, about everything, and they listen. You tell them not to tell anyone else, that this is a secret,because as much as you hate Seth at the moment, you know that it’ll not only ruin his life right now, but yours. And you can’t have that. So you’re just going to have to settle on the both of you breaking up instead of the truth. At least for right now. And honestly, you don’t want to look like a fucking idiot because everyone told you not to trust him.
It’s well into the morning when you all decide that you need to try and get some sleep before the day you have ahead of you tomorrow. With you curled up next to Bayley, you slowly fall into a fitful sleep, knowing that when you wake up, everything will have changed and you’re going to have to repair your whole entire life… with a heart broken.
pairing: Finn BalorxReaderxSami Zayn
summary: You and Sami come home to Finn.
warnings: smut
word count: 6,971
notes: This is a sequel to Three Hearts are Better than One. It’s just fluffy smutty and I had such a great and challenging time writing it. But it was fun and I’m really proud of it. Also, if you guys want a male version of the reader, please let me know. I default to female for smut, but I want to include other people, too. And that goes for any of my other and future smut, too. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this!
It’s not like you haven’t done it before, holding hands with Sami. But it’s different now that you’re with him and Finn. It’s better, now that you’re feelings are out in the open and you know that they return it. You know holding hands with Finn is going to feel just as great, too. You and Sami held hands the entire trip home, the entire trip through the airport, and the entire way to Finn’s place.
Sami has been a ball of energy ever since you two woke up. You had sent Finn a cute just waking up selfie of the two of you, because you had spent the night sleeping in the same bed. You hadn’t done anything more than make out through the night, seeing as it wouldn’t be right without Finn there. But it was one of the restful sleeps you’ve had in awhile and you can only imagine how it’ll be when you’re snuggled between your two men.
Finn, on the other hand, had texted back that he hadn’t slept that much because he was so excited to see you both. And you just found that simply adorable and your love for your two men only grew.
You’re running your thumb across Sami’s hand, trying to get him to calm down. You know he’s excited to see Finn, and you’re heading up to his apartment now. But Sami’s jittery and you can tell. You’re pulling him to a stop, and then you’re leaning up to kiss him gently. “Nothing’s changed, it’ll all be okay,” you’re whispering against his lips and when you pull back to look at him, you can tell he’s lost some of his tension. Good.
You’re arriving at Finn’s door and you’re checking to see if it’s unlocked before you’re pulling it open. “Finn?” You’re calling out and within seconds you see him in the hallway. He looks good, even in sweats, and he looks like he’s recently gotten out of the shower. He’s looking at you, grinning and then he’s looking over at Sami. Sami’s letting go of your hand and practically bounding over to Finn. It’s there where Finn’s wrapping his arms around him, and they’re kissing and your heart is soaring. You’re shutting the door behind you, toeing off your shoes, before you head over to meet them.
You’re wrapping your arms around the two of them, and they’re pulling apart, just so they can pull you into the embrace. They’re both beaming and you can’t help but to match their smiles. And your smile only grows wider when Finn kisses Sami once more, before he’s bending his head to kiss you. You’re letting out a soft noise of approval, practically melting into the kiss. It’s just as good as kissing Sami and you’re loving every second of it.
When you’re pulling back, Sami’s sneaking a kiss from you and you’re letting out a giggle, your boys joining in. “Well, this is certainly a welcome. Welcome home, my loves,” Finn’s saying, and you’re all just standing in the middle of the hallway, content to be in each others arms for a while.
“It’s good to be with you again,” Sami’s replying and you nod, humming in agreement.
You all manage to make your way to the couch after standing in the hallway for god only knows how long. Finn’s in the middle and you and Sami are curled up by his side, heads resting on his shoulder with Finn’s arms around the both of you. Your arm is across Finn’s stomach, and Sami’s resting his arm on top of yours, so you’re all connected in some way. The TV is on, but you’re not really watching it. You’re alternating between looking at Finn’s face and Sami’s face, a soft smile on your face. It’s really cheesy, you know, but you don’t care. Everything out in the open and you’re loving every minute of being able to be like this and actually allow yourself to feel like this instead of forcing it away.
“Do I have something on my face?” Sami’s asking in a teasing tone and you’re feeling a bit foolish when he turns his head to look at you. But hey, you’re officially together, so you can look at him all you want.
“No, but there can be,” you’re retorting before you’re even thinking about it, and his eyebrow raises. He’s pulling back so he can look at Finn, and then he’s grinning. You’re slapping a hand across your forehead because you know where their minds are going to go, and okay, yeah, now your mind is going there, too.
“Oh, really? And what can be on my face?”
“I have an idea,” Finn’s piping up, and he’s tugging on your waist until you move to sit sideways on his lap, facing Sami. Sami’s placing a hand on your thigh, his thumb brushing against the inside teasingly. You’re taking in a deep breath, looking down at his hand, before watching Finn’s arms coil tightly around you.
“Yeah, and what’s that?” You’re asking, breath hitching just slightly.
“You, on his face.” His voice is dark and you watch as a shiver runs down Sami’s back. Honestly, you don’t blame him. Finn’s voice and accent are to die for and the fact that it’s getting all sensual? Well, it’s only serving to make you wet. It doesn’t help that your thoughts are turning to actually sitting on Sami’s face and you’re biting your bottom lip. Finn’s lips are descending on the skin of your neck and he’s pulling you up further on his lap.
“Do you want that?” Sami’s asking, and his hand slides a few inches up your leg. You’re tensing, because you want this, of course, but you’re a little nervous. Sami instantly notices, being ever observant, and he’s cupping your face in his hands and kissing you softly. “Hey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Finn’s pulling back now, his hand on the back of your neck and the other resting on Sami’s back. “If you’re not comfortable with this, we’ll back off.” And then he’s dipping his head to kiss you, just a quick peck, but it’s enough to reassure you.
“No, no, I want that… I want more. After all, I was the one who sort of suggested it,” you say, and then they’re grinning.
“That you did, love,” Finn’s chuckling.
“I’m just… a little nervous,” you add on, and you’re playing with the end of Finn’s shirt with one hand and resting your other hand on Sami’s forearm.
“Join the club, babe,” Sami’s reassuring you, pressing his forehead against yours.
“We all are, but that’s because it’s new. We’ll explore this together, and it’ll be fun.” Finn’s pressing his lips against your cheek, before nudging his nose against Sami’s cheek.
“What if it’s a disaster?” You’re commenting and the both of them laugh.
“I don’t think it’ll be a disaster. But if it does, we’ll just keep trying until it’s pleasurable for all of us, right? And hey…” Finn’s trailing his lips to your ear, and nibbles gently on the lobe. “Practice makes perfect, right?”
It’s your turn to shiver and then you’re tangling your hand that had been on Sami’s forearm in Sami’s hair, tilting his head so you can kiss him deeply. He’s responding eagerly, tongue slipping against your lips and you’re opening them so your tongue can meet his.
Finn’s sliding his hand down to your side, fingers sliding up your shirt and brushing against your skin. You’re letting out a soft moan as Finn trails his lips down your jaw and down to your neck, where he proceeds to leave gentle bites and kisses across your skin.
“I can’t wait to see you on his face. I can just picture it now,” he’s breathing against your skin and he’s pulling you against his body. “Can you feel it? How hard even the image makes me? Fuck, I can’t wait until I actually see it.” You can feel his hardening erection against the side of your hip and you’re letting out a whimper into Sami’s mouth. He’s pulling back from your lips, eyes dark, and he stares at you for a moment, before he’s wrapping a hand around Finn’s neck and slanting his lips over his.
You’re watching them, licking your lips, because fuck, if that’s not a sight to behold. You could watch them for days, but you know, there’s more things to be doing. Like sliding your hand down Sami’s back, and then sliding a hand up his shirt so you can run your nails up and his back. He’s shivering, letting out a groan, and you’re smirking, because you’re feeling kind of powerful. And to make you feel even more powerful, you’re shifting so you can place your hand over Finn’s erection, gripping him through his sweatpants.
Finn’s echoing Sami’s groan and then they’re both pulling back to stare at you. You meet their gazes with a smirk, and a raise of your eyebrows. “Fucking minx,” Sami’s breathing out, and you’re giggling. All the nerves have faded away and you have a feeling that this is going to work out. No, this is going to work out. You’ve known each other for years, you’re all comfortable with each other. Sure, it may be different because hey, this is a sexual situation, but you know you’re going to make it work out.
“Gonna drive me crazy,” Finn’s muttering. “The both of you.”
You’re planting a teasing kiss against Finn’s lips, quick and light, and then moving to Sami’s, mimicking the kiss you had just given Finn, before pulling back all together. You’re pulling from their embraces, and then standing up.
“Well, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” You’re saying, and then your shirt is coming off. You’re flinging it at their heads, before slipping out of your pants. They had just managed to get your shirt off, tossing it to the side, but you’re cheekily throwing your pants at them, too. While they’re busy with that, you’re turning on your heel, and then heading off to Finn’s bedroom, swinging your hips all the while.
You don’t make it very far before arms wrap around your waist and you’re squealing when you’re pulled into a warm body. “You’re not playing fair,” Sami’s whispering in your ear, before he’s nipping at the soft skin just behind your earlobe.
“Who ever said I played fair?” You taunt, and he’s letting out a playful growl, rubbing his beard against your neck. “Hey!” You protest, laughing, and then you’re being dragged into the bedroom. He’s falling onto the bed, once you reach it, and he’s dragging you down with him, so you’re both landing on your side. He’s moved on to placing kisses against your skin and you’re still giggling when Finn joins you on the bed, laying in front of you.
Sami’s hands are wrapped around your stomach, but one hand sneakily rests right above the hem of your underwear, the other resting just below the cup of your bra. Finn’s resting an arm across you, so his hand’s resting on Sami’s side, and the other’s cupping your cheek, bringing you in for a deep kiss.
He’s kissing the breath right from you and you’re letting out a moan, wrapping a leg around his to pull him closer. While you’re doing that, you’re moving back so your ass is brushing against his erection. “Fuck,” Sami’s muttering against your skin, and then he’s sliding a hand down to cup you through your underwear.
You’re sucking in a deep breath, pulling away from Finn’s mouth for a second, but he just follows you, licking into your mouth. You’re whimpering, bucking against Sami’s hand, and he’s moaning against your ear. “I can feel how wet and hot you are just through your underwear. How bad do you want us?”
“So bad,” you’re whining against Finn’s lips, and Sami’s sliding his hand up and then underneath your underwear so he’s touching you skin on skin. His fingers slide through your folds and he’s dipping a finger inside of you. You’re gasping, and a hand is flying up to grasp Sami’s arm, fingers digging into his skin.
“So wet. And all for us. How do you taste? I bet you taste fucking delicious. Like candy.” He’s sliding another finger in, and then pulling them out. You’re pulling back, and this time, Finn lets you and you’re both watching as Sami puts his fingers into his mouth, licking your wetness from your fingers. You’re all letting out moans, and Finn’s reaching up to grasp Sami’s head.
“I want a taste,” he’s breathing out, and Sami’s lips are slamming against his. You’re watching, biting your bottom lip and fuck, if that isn’t one of the hottest sights you’ve seen. You’re squirming, and then turning so you can brush your lips against Finn’s neck, slipping your hands up his shirt. His muscles jump when you touch his skin and you’re sliding his shirt up, wanting it off.
He’s pulling away from Sami and then he’s sitting up to pull off his shirt, tossing it to the side. Sami’s resting his head against yours while you both watch him, eyes grazing up and down his body. You’ve seen him wrestle, of course, so you know what his body looks like, but seeing him like this? It’s so different. Finn’s looking between you two, and then he’s smirking.
“My eyes are up here,” he’s teasing, gesturing to his eyes, and it has you all laughing. “Your turn,” he’s adding on, reaching over and tugging on Sami’s shirt. You’re shifting so you’re facing Sami now and you’re nodding.
“Take it off, baby,” you’re saying, and you’re trying to keep a straight face, but you’re giggling. He’s chuckling, and then sitting up. Off comes his shirt and Finn’s giving a wolf whistle, which sets you off into even more giggles. Sami’s blushing, and then he’s shimmying out of his pants, kicking them to the floor.
“There you go,” you’re grinning, and then you’re sitting up as well, looking at Finn with an eyebrow raised. “You’re more clothed than the both of us. Come on, even the odds.”
“Yeah, come on, Finn.” Sami’s resting his chin on your shoulder and Finn’s shaking his head.
“If you wanted to see my dick, all you had to do is ask.” And then he’s standing up, sliding off his pants and underwear and kicking it to the side.
“Oh.” It’s breathed out by you, and he’s certainly larger than any other man you’ve been with. Sami’s chuckling at your reaction, his fingers gliding up and down your stomach.
“Like what you see?” He’s asking, as Finn joins you both back on the bed.
“Mm hmm,” you’re humming, and then you’re reaching out, tracing your fingers down Finn’s abs, and then trailing down to his hard member. He’s sucking in a breath when you wrap a hand around him, twisting your wrist and giving a few experimental strokes. He’s letting out that breath and shutting his eyes, laying back as you continue, only to let out a soft moan when Sami’s taking his hand off of your skin and running a hand up Finn’s abs.
“Feel good, baby?” You’re purring, sliding up to Finn’s side to press kisses against his chest. Sami’s pressing right up against your back, his hard erection against your ass, and he’s joining in, one hand resting on Finn’s hip, fingers inches from the base of his dick, and placing kisses right alongside you.
“Fuck yes,” Finn’s whispering, tangling a hand in Sami’s hair and dragging him up to kiss him once more. You’re watching, before you’re lowering your kisses, getting closer and closer to his member. You’re just about to take him into your mouth when he’s pulling back from the kiss, shaking his head. “Wait, wait,” he’s starting and you’re letting go of him, sitting up completely. “As much as I’d love for you to blow me, I want something else more.” You’re raising an eyebrow and he’s grabbing your hand and tugging you closer, before gesturing to his stomach. You’re moving so you’re straddling his stomach, much like you think he’s trying to tell you, and you stay there when he doesn’t tell you to move. “I really want to see you on Sami’s face. You know, like we originally talked about.”
Sami’s staring up at you, a small smile on his face and you’re looking between your boys, biting your bottom lip. “I’d really like that to happen, too, baby,” Sami’s saying, and then he’s sitting up, reaching around you to take off your bra. He’s fumbling a little bit, before he’s peering over your shoulder to see what he’s doing, and then he’s getting it off. You’re pulling it off, tossing it into the corner, and then you’re watching them look at each other for a moment. It’s like they’re silently communicating, and before you can even comment on that, Finn’s leaning up and Sami’s leaning down, and they’re both taking a hold of one breast, taking a nipple into their mouths.
“Oh, fuck.” You’re tilting your head back, one hand going to each of their heads and you’re grinding your hips against Finn’s abs. He’s letting out a growl, and that’s only shooting a spark into your center, Sami’s sucking, occasionally biting, but Finn’s mostly teeth, tugging and swirling his tongue around your nipple. You’re whining, tugging on Sami’s hair and dragging your nails down Finn’s back and you can’t stop moving your hips. “Oh, it feels so good. Finn, Sami, please,” you’re gasping out.
Sami’s finally pulling back, and then he’s grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed and putting it behind his head before he lays down. He’s making himself comfortable, and then he’s gazing over at you. “Your throne awaits, my queen,” he’s saying, and you have half a mind to let it go. But Finn’s laughing against the skin of your breast and you’re reaching over to tug on Sami’s nipple. He’s letting out a gasp, which has you triumphant for a moment, but then Finn’s grasping your hips and moving you back. He’s sliding down your underwear, and you’re having to shift to get it completely off your legs.
You’re about to move over to Sami, but Finn’s stopping you by reaching a hand down, dragging his fingers through your folds. He’s gathering wetness on his fingers, you can tell by the way he’s moving, and then he’s pulling back. He’s staring right in your eyes as he lifts his fingers up, licking the wetness and you’re watching him, licking your lips.
“I had to have more, because Sami’s right, you taste just like candy. And later on tonight, I’m going to spend ages with my face in your cunt.” You’re biting your bottom lip, and then you’re kissing Finn roughly, because fuck, if you didn’t love that idea. You can taste yourself on him, but it doesn’t bother you at all.
“You’re evil,” you’re saying, when you’re pulling back, only to nip at his bottom lip before moving away. Sami has moved one arm behind his head, his other hand stroking himself through his boxers. You’re taking the time to lean over, kissing right above his belly button, before starting to remove his underwear. He’s helping you, kicking them the rest of the way off, and you’re taking your time to introduce yourself to his member. He’s a little thicker than Finn’s, but not as long, but you’re loving it just the same. Finn’s moved behind you while you’re stroking Sami, pressing kisses up and down your back.
“I got lucky with you two,” you’re grinning up at Sami and he’s blushing, moving his arm over his face. Finn’s chuckling, scraping his teeth against the skin of your lower back, and he’s pulling back, only to give your ass a firm smack. You’re letting out a yelp, jumping, and you’re glaring back at him.
“What?” He’s asking innocently, rubbing a hand against the skin he’d just hit.
“You’re lucky I like that,” you reply, and smirk when his eyes widen.
“That’s good to know,” he’s saying, and then you’re giving him a wink. You’re looking back up at Sami, who’s been watching the exchange with his lower lip between his teeth.
“Is it time to eat, yet?” He’s asking and you’re snorting a laugh, ducking your head against his stomach and shaking your head.
“Fucking nerd,” you manage to get out, and you’re hearing both men laugh. Finn’s adjusting so he’s laying on his side next to Sami, elbow up and head resting on his hand. You’re moving to straddle Sami’s head, sitting on his shoulders and staring down at him. He’s wrapping his arms around your legs and pulling you even closer to him, nosing at the inner corner of your thigh, placing kisses there, before moving to the other side. “You’re a tease,” you’re pointing out, as he continues to kiss and nip at everywhere but where you want him to be.
He’s smirking up at you, before he’s placing a kiss against your clit. You’re letting out a breath, shoving a hand through his hair, glancing over at Finn. He’s staring at Sami’s head between your legs, his eyes dark, his tongue sneaking out to run over his lips. You’re reaching over with your other hand, wiggling your fingers and he’s interlacing them with his own, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
Sami’s been placing teasing kisses up and down your folds, but then he’s licking up in a firm swipe, making you buck your hips. He’s groaning into your folds and you tighten your fingers in his hair. His fingers are gripping your legs and his tongue starts circling your clit and you’re whimpering, tilting your head back.
You don’t even know Finn’s moved until he’s dragging his lips across your chest. You let out a hum of approval, releasing Finn’s hand in order to wrap around the back of his neck. You’re tugging him up to kiss him, all teeth and tongue and it’s wonderful. One hand smooths over your back, before falling lower, and you’re sure he’s touching Sami’s chest because Sami’s letting out a groan. Finn’s other hand is cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple and it’s a great feeling, that alongside Sami’s lips closing around your clit.
Finn’s pulling back from the kiss, looking down at Sami and he’s letting out a breath. “I swear on all that’s holy that this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You look so good down there, pleasing our girl. And you’re doing such a good job of it, too. Look at her, she loves it. Don’t you, baby?” He’s brushing his lips against your jaw, and you’re nodding.
“You’re making me feel so good, Sami,” you gasp out and he’s moaning. You’re looking down and he’s staring right back up at you. His hands are pulling at your hips, encouraging you to grind on his face and after a moment’s hesitation, you do. You know he’ll stop you if he needs you to.
“There you go, that’s it,” Finn’s encouraging the both of you and his fingers are sliding from your breast, joining yours in Sami’s hair. “Ride his face, love,” he’s whispering in your ear, before he’s lowering his lips to your breast. He’s taking a nipple into his mouth, and your eyes are falling shut, whines and moans escaping your lips.
With the both of them working to bring you to your peak, it’s not long before you reach it. It hits you suddenly and you’re keening, your body trembling and Finn’s wrapping his arms around you to keep you upright. You’re sure that if you let them, they would’ve continued on and gave you so many more orgasms, but you’re gently patting Sami’s hands, and then start to pull back. Finn gets the message and he’s letting go of your nipple, helping you move off and to the side, sitting next to Sami’s head. You’re more than happy to sit there, watching the two of them while you catch your breath.
Before Sami can even move, Finn’s slamming his lips against his, and they’re both moaning. Finn’s moving to lay next to him, hands running up and down his body, and Sami’s wrapping one arm around him, the other moving up to rest against your leg. You’re reaching down, tangling your fingers with his, and then sliding down next to him, mimicking the position Finn was in before, resting your head on your hand on a propped up elbow. You’re squeezing Sami’s hand, before you’re lowering your lips to his neck, leaving kisses up and down the expanse of his neck.
Finn’s moving his kisses down Sami’s jaw, down his neck, down his chest, making his way lower and you’re watching for a moment, before doing the same. Finn pauses when he notices what you’re doing, and then he’s smirking. “Fancy meeting you down here,” he’s teasing and you hear Sami laugh. You’re grinning, winking at Finn, before you’re taking Sami’s member in your grasp. That gets the lighter haired man to shut up, letting out a low moan and squeezing your hand.
You’re kissing Finn for a moment, before you’re licking up Sami’s member. He’s letting go of your hand to tangle it in your hair, and you’re grinning up at him. “Gotta pay you back for making me feel good,” you’re telling him and he’s shaking his head.
“Pleasuring you pleasured me,” he’s saying, his breath hitching as Finn presses kisses along his hips.
“That’s besides the point.” You’re licking a circle around the head of his length, and then you’re taking it into your mouth. You’re using your hand to stroke what you don’t have in your mouth, and you’re watching Sami, wanting to commit this to memory.
Finn’s hand is slipping underneath yours, cupping Sami’s balls, and Sami’s gripping your hair harder. You’re pulling up, smirking up at him and he’s moaning. “You two are going to be the death of me.”
“But you’ll die happy, right?” Finn’s saying, before he’s taking Sami’s member into his mouth. Sami’s tilting his head back, groaning, and you’re giggling. You’re pulling your hand away from Sami’s dick, licking around the base. He’s bucking his hips and Finn’s resting an arm against his hips, pushing them back down.
When Finn’s pulling off, you’re taking back over, sucking on the tip. You’re enjoying the sounds leaving Sami’s mouth, and the way he’s squirming underneath the both of you. He can’t really move now, thanks to Finn, but he’s trying anyway. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he’s breathing out as you begin bobbing your head, Finn’s fingers curling around the base of Sami’s member. “Please, please, I need…” he’s trailing off with a moan, tugging on your hair and his other hand is fisting the sheets.
“What do you need, baby?” Finn’s asking, swiping his tongue across Sami’s lower belly.
“I want… I need to be inside her.” Finn’s springing into action, standing up from the bed and heading over to his dresser. You’re pulling off of Sami with an audible pop, and then you’re dragging kisses up to his lips. You’re resting your body on top of his while Finn rummages around in his drawer, and you’re kissing Sami sweetly.
He’s pulling you close to him, his hand still in your hair while the other is wrapped tightly around your lower back. Finn’s making a triumphant sound, and you’re feeling him join you back on the bed shortly after. You’re pulling back just in time to see Finn rip open the packaging of the condom, another one on the bed. You’re sitting up and off to the side, watching as Finn puts the condom on Sami, and then you’re lowering your head to kiss Sami again.
“How do you want me, babe?” You’re asking against his lips and he’s letting out a hum as he debates.
“You’ve already been on top, so…” He’s sitting up, and then he’s maneuvering you onto your back. He’s kneeling in between your legs, and then he’s leaning down to kiss you. It’s short and sweet, and then he’s pulling away to look at you. “This okay?”
“Of course,” you’re saying, and then he’s reaching down, sliding one finger inside of you. And then another, and you’re running your hands up and down his arms, appreciating the fact that he’s making sure that you’re not tight enough that he’ll end up hurting you. He’s thrusting his fingers in and out, twisting and curling and you’re biting your bottom lip. “Are you sure this isn’t another way to tease me?”
Sami’s laughing, kissing you again as he slides another finger inside of you. A couple more thrusts and then he’s pulling out, and then you’re feeling the head of his member press against your opening. He’s slowly pushing in, and you’re both letting out long breaths as he enters you. His girth is a little bit uncomfortable, but Finn’s there to save the day, reaching a hand down to rub your clit.
You whimper, one hand going to wrap around Finn’s arm, keeping him close. Sami’s slow moving, giving you time to adjust and with the pleasure that Finn’s giving you, it’s easier to bear. He pauses, brushing your hair back from your face and raises an eyebrow. You’re nodding, the silent communication between you two loud enough. He’s easing back out, and then pushing back in, a little faster now and you’re letting out a content sigh.
“You two are so beautiful,” Finn’s sighing, and he’s resting his head against your shoulder so he can look down. You’re pressing a kiss to his head and then twitching when he circles your clit just right. Sami’s trailing his hands up and down your body, keeping a steady pace as he thrusts in and out of you. It’s a delicious feeling, his hands on your body, Finn’s fingers lazily circling your clit, Sami inside of you, and Finn pressed up against you. You could never get tired of this.
Now that you’ve adjusted to his length, you’re planting your feet on the mattress and raising your hips up, trying to take more of him in. “Faster, please,” you’re breathing out, and Finn’s turning his head to press a kiss to your skin.
“Are you always this polite when you’re making love?” He asks against your skin, which has you and Sami laughing.
“He’s being so nice to me, it’s only fair that I should say please.”
“Your wish is my command,” Sami’s grinning, and then he’s speeding up. His hands are lowering to your hips, angling them the way he wants and it’s perfect for you.
“Oh, yes,” you’re moaning, reaching down to grasp Sami’s wrist, wanting to hold onto him. You’re digging your fingers into the skin of Finn’s arm, where you had clamped your other hand down earlier, and he’s lifting up his head to kiss you. You’re lifting that hand to wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him closer as you moan and whine against his lips.
“You feel so fucking good. Fuck, baby,” Sami’s gasping out, and he’s speeding up his thrusts even more. You’re squeezing his wrist, to show him that you heard him, and then squeezing your inner muscles around him. “Shit.” He’s faltering for a second, before he’s leaning down, head resting in the crook of your neck. Having both your boys so close and with the pleasure they’re giving you, it’s not long before you’re coming. The noises that you make are muffled by Finn’s mouth and you can hear the plethora of curse words falling from Sami’s lips.
It’s just a few moments after you’ve come down from your high when Sami’s coming, his thrusts faltering and with a grunt. You’re pulling back from Finn so you can pull Sami’s head up to kiss him, too, wanting to be close to him. He’s returning the kiss, and then he’s slowing down his thrusts, until he’s just seated inside you. The kiss is lazy, lasting for a good few moments, and then he’s pulling back so he can rest his head on your chest. You’re running your fingers through his hair and then looking up at Finn, smiling widely at him.
“I don’t think I could ever get tired of seeing the two of you together,” he’s saying, leaning down to kiss you and you’re letting out a soft laugh against his lips. Sami’s moving to press a kiss to your jaw, then one to Finn’s jaw, and then he’s moving up and off of you. You suspect that he’s going to throw the condom away, and when you feel the bed shift, you know that’s what he’s doing.
“Are you okay to go another round or are you too sore?” Finn’s asking you, his hands cupping your face as he pulls away from the kiss.
“Oh, I’m good. Now, please, can you get inside of me?”
He’s laughing, and brushing his thumbs across your cheeks. “Since you asked so nicely.” He’s pulling away so he can put on the condom and then he’s moving to sit up against the headboard. “Come here,” he’s saying, and you’re sliding over to straddle him, knees on either side of his thighs, but before you’re moving to take him in, you’re looking over your shoulder. You want to wait for Sami, and he’s finally coming out of the bathroom, a hand towel in his hand.
“For when we’re all done,” he’s holding up the towel, placing it to the side before he’s hopping back onto the bed, sitting next to Finn. He’s pressing a kiss on your head, before resting a hand on your lower back. Finn’s resting one hand on your hip, the other one pulling Sami in for a kiss by the back of his neck. You’re reaching underneath yourself so you can grasp Finn’s member, and then you’re starting to lower yourself onto him.
It’s a different feeling. He’s longer, and you’re not sure how much you’ll be able to take in, but it still feels good. He’s hitting a different angle than Sami, and it feels just as good as when you were with Sami. You’re letting out a whimper, moving to rest your forehead on Finn’s shoulder. He’s shifting the hand on your hip to your upper back, right between your shoulder blades, and you can hear his breath in your ear.
“She feels so good, right? God, I swear, I haven’t felt anything that good. So perfect for the both of us. So fucking good,” Sami’s saying, and he’s mouthing along Finn’s other shoulder. You’re glad he has the same idea you do, to focus on Finn, because you’ve come twice already and Finn’s been waiting patiently.
“I knew it would feel good but I didn’t know how good she’d actually feel. And to have you here with me? Fuck, this is amazing,” Finn’s whispering, and then he’s lowering his hands to your hips, starting to help you move up and down his hard length. You’re starting off slow, rolling your hips and squeezing your inner muscles to help him along. He’s groaning and you’re licking up the side of his neck, nibbling across his jaw, and then kissing him deeply.
His fingers are digging into your hips and he’s trying to pull you closer. You’re keeping some distance between your bodies, so Sami can be close to you two as well, and then you’re running your nails down his chest. He’s bucking his hips up into yours and you’re letting out a whimper into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Finn’s pulling back and tilting his head back, mouth open and eyes shut in pleasure. You’re moving faster now, enjoying the way Sami’s hand is rubbing up and down your back. You place a kiss against Sami’s neck to show how much you love him being near you and then you’re trailing your fingers up and down Finn’s chest.
Sami’s trailing his mouth down to Finn’s chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and you’re grinning. You’re reaching over to roll the other one between your forefinger and thumb and Finn’s bucking his hips again. “I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven,” He’s getting out and you and Sami are laughing.
“Nah, you’re a demon, we’re all in hell. And Sami’s a ginger, so you know that it’s true.”
“Hey!” But he’s laughing and you’re all falling into a pit of giggles. The fact that you all can still joke when you’re having sex is amazing and you’re pulling Sami up so you can kiss him softly, before you’re doing the same to Finn.
“I love you two so much,” you’re whispering, gently cupping their faces in your hands.
“I love you both,” Finn’s answering, pulling Sami in for a kiss.
“And I love you both, too. So fucking much,” Sami’s replying when they pull away from the kiss. You had slowed your pace on Finn, but he’s helping you once again. Only this time he’s thrusting his hips up and you’re gasping because he’s hitting deeper inside of you and it feels so good.
“Oh, fuck.” Your hands are flying to Finn’s shoulders, holding onto him, and he’s smirking at you.
“Something wrong?”
“You’re evil.”
“No, love, I’m a demon, there’s a difference.” Sami’s snickering as he leans back against the headboard and you’re rolling your eyes, lifting your hips up all the way off of Finn and starting to move away from him.
“Yep, I’m done, you can be a demon all by yourself,” you’re saying, but you’re willingly going back towards him when he tugs.
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Yeah, you’re the one who brought up the whole demon thing in the first place, you know.”
“Now you’re ganging up on me? Oh, my god.” You’re rolling your eyes once more and try to move away again, but Sami’s sliding up behind you.
“Come on, be nice. Finn’s been so patient,” He’s saying against your neck and he’s grasping your hips.
“Yeah, come on baby, I need you,” Finn’s breathing out, his hands sliding down to cup your ass in his hands.
“I’ll get you back later,” you’re saying as you’re sliding back down onto him.
“Sure, whatever you say,” Finn’s bucking his hips up into yours and you’re letting out a breath. You’re dragging his nails down his chest again, leaving red marks and he’s grunting. Sami’s helping you set the pace, although Finn’s helping with thrusts of his own, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.
You want to reply but you’re starting to get worked up again and it just feels good. But now your mind is back onto the fact that Finn hasn’t come yet and you’re working your inner muscles against him. He’s cursing under his breath, his hips rushing up to meet yours harder and you’re letting out soft whimpers and moans.
“God, the two of you look so good,” Sami’s whispering, and then he’s taking one hand off your hip to reach around, tweaking one of Finn’s nipples. “How close are you, baby?” He’s asking Finn, and Finn’s letting out a soft groan.
“So close,” he’s whispering.
“Yeah, that’s it, come for us, baby,” you’re encouraging, leaning forward to nibble on his earlobe. His grunts and groans are more consistent now and Sami’s uttering words of encouragement too. It doesn’t take him very long until his thrusts are faltering and then he’s pulling you to a stop while he comes with a low groan.
“There you go,” Sami’s praising him, and then he’s leaning over to kiss Finn. You’re more than happy to just sit here, surrounded by Sami and Finn, but Sami has a different idea. He’s sliding his hand around to your clit and he’s rubbing fast and hard. You’re already pretty riled up from Finn so it honestly doesn’t take very long to get you off and you’re coming with a squeal as you bury your head against Finn’s neck. Sami helps you through it and you’re a panting mess, resting against Finn as you come down.
Sami’s tugging on your hips, trying to get you to move and you’re grumbling. “Don’t wanna move.”
“Come on, baby,” Sami’s lifting you up and off of Finn, laying you on your back. He makes sure your head is on a pillow, and he’s grabbing the cloth, before starting to run it over your body. Your heart flutters as he takes care of you, rubbing you down and cleaning you up. He takes extra care with your core, and then he’s handing the cloth to Finn, who has just gotten up. He takes it, and then he’s off to the bathroom after kissing both you and Sami.
Sami’s curling up next to you, an arm wrapped around you and he’s placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You’re humming, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep him close and shifting your head so you can kiss him softly.
You lazily make out with each other until Finn’s coming back, laying next to you and pressing a kiss against your jawline. You’re pulling back to grin at him and let out a soft laugh. “So, I think I can safely say that’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” you say, and then Finn’s chuckling.
“And hey, like I said, practice makes perfect. Soon our love making will be out of this world.”
The three of you are laughing, snuggling up together, and you couldn’t be happier.
pairing: BaronxReader
summary: Baron’s caught your eye and you want him.
warnings: none that I can spy
word count: 5,165
notes: So, this is based off of this post, and I made it my own. Dean wasn’t meant to have such a prominent role in this fic, but he kinda wormed his way in, so there you go.
He’s so tall, and handsome as hell, he’s so bad and he does it so well. Okay, so you aren’t very fond of Taylor Swift, but hey, those lyrics fit Baron Corbin to the letter. And whenever you spy him, those lyrics always seem to pop into your head. It’s ridiculous, really, and you wish you could put a stop to it, but alas, you cannot.
You’re positive that everyone on the roster has caught you staring at him, but if someone has, no one’s mentioned it. Which is weird, because you’re surrounded by Renee, Nikki, Nattie, and Naomi, who always can tell when you’re not engaged in conversation. But they’re just chattering away, giving you even more time to stare at tall and broody who was over in the corner, talking to someone who isn’t very important. You didn’t really notice the other person, you’re just focusing on Baron.
Your name is said sharply and you’re turning your head towards the sound, blinking. Renee is the one who said your name, but they’re all looking at you with their eyebrows raised. “Everything okay? You look a bit dazed,” Renee is saying.
“Of course, sorry, I got caught in my own little world.” You’re glancing back towards Baron, only to see that he’s gone. Of course, they’re all tilting their heads in the direction you were looking at, and since no one’s there, you’re not caught.
“You sure you didn’t bump your head too hard or anything, girl?” Naomi’s reaching out to touch your head, as if feeling for a bump, and you’re brushing her off.
“Yeah, I’m totally fine! I promise,” you’re saying with a smile, and then Nikki’s putting her arm around your shoulder, tugging you into her side.
“Whatever you say. But you know what sounds good right now? Wine.”
Everyone’s making a sound of agreement, and Nikki’s dragging you off towards the locker room so you all can collect your bags and head out.
You haven’t been on the main roster for very long, being a newbie who just made her way up from NXT. You’re so baby face you’re up on top with Bayley and Sami Zayn, just an overall bubbly and happy person. You’d never dare try and break the rules and that’s why everyone would flip if you they knew you had a thing for Baron Corbin. They’d think you’d hit your head too many times. And well, maybe you had, but that’s besides the point. You wanted Baron and it’s about time that you got what you wanted.
That’s why, at the next house show, you made your way up to him after your match. “So, how’s the weather up there?” You’re asking, and he’s blinking down at you in surprise. Hardly anyone comes up to him, after all, he is the lone wolf, but fuck it, you are now. And although it’s very sparse around, you know a few people could see you talking to him and you know how the place gossips. But right now, you don’t care.
“What?” Baron’s asking, and you’re just grinning sweetly up at him.
“How’s the weather? You know, since you’re so tall and all that. Figured the weather might be different up there.” Okay, so you probably could’ve gone a different route with this. But it was the first thing that popped into your mind and at least he hasn’t walked off yet.
Baron is staring at you like you’ve grown two heads, and then he’s letting out a small scoff, looking away. “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before.”
“Yeah, of course, but hey, it broke the ice, right?” And you’re pleased about that.
He’s looking back at you, tilting his head to the side as if studying you. “And why would you want to break the ice?”
“What, am I not allowed to come up and talk to you? You looked lonely.”
He’s letting out a short laugh, crossing his arms across his chest. “People call me the lone wolf for a reason, sweetheart.” Your heart does this weird little flip flop and you’re positively beaming at that.
“Yeah, but doesn’t mean you can’t talk to people, huh, Baron? Like we’re doing right now? Conversation is good for the soul. You should do it more often. And I’m always open for talking. Here.” You’re quickly reaching for a stray pen that’s on the table and then grasping his arm. In his surprise (and to yours), he’s letting you, and you’re quickly scrawling your phone number on his arm. “That’s my number. Feel free to call me, okay?”
With one last big smile up at him, you’re walking away, feeling absolutely pleased with yourself.
It’s Dean who talks to you about it, first, although you know Renee’s probably put him up to this. “Corbin been bothering you, kid?” He’s asking at the next day, and you’re furrowing your eyebrows.
“What? No. Who told you he was bothering me?”
“Not important. But if he is bothering you, you let me know. I won’t let the asshole fuck you with you.” He’s saying, and then rubbing your hair affectionately, before heading off, probably to find Renee. You’re watching him leave, before frowning. Do people think that if you talk to him, he’s bothering you? Did they not see that it was the other way around? People are confusing, you don’t understand gossip.
It’s Tuesday night and you haven’t received a call or a text from Baron and you’re a little hurt, honestly. You’re walking around the arena on a mission, and it’s not long before you find him, freshly showered and dressed after his match. He looks good, beanie on top of his head and you just want to snuggle with him, to be honest. But you can’t do that, not yet.
“You know,” you start, and you have to force yourself to continue and not burst out laughing when you see him jump a little bit, “when I gave you my number, I expected you to call me. Don’t tell me you got rid of it and never put my number in your phone.” You’re standing with your hands on your hips, raising your eyebrows.
He’s rubbing the back of his neck and he’s looking everywhere but you. “No, I put it in my phone.”
“Great, why don’t you text me so I actually have your number. I’ll wait.”
“You’re clashing my whole lone wolf vibe, here, sweetheart.”
“You kind of put a dent in that when you first called me sweetheart. And when you told me you put my number in your phone. You’re also kind of blushing, which is adorable.” You’re honestly surprised you’re this confident, but you’ve always been a go getter. You always got what you wanted. “Now come on, give me those digits.”
He’s staring at you for quite a while, but you’re not budging. You’re staring right back at him, an eyebrow raised, waiting for him. He’s sighing, before he’s pulling out his phone and messing with it for a moment. You’re getting a ping, and you’re sliding your phone from your pocket so you can see what he sent you. It’s just a simple ‘you happy now?’ but it makes you smile.
“I am, thank you.” You’re saving him under Baron with a wolf emoji and you’re very pleased with yourself and you’re letting out a little giggle.
“You saved me with a wolf emoji, didn’t you?” It’s more of a statement, and you’re just smiling up at him.
“Of course. Gotta keep up your lone wolf style, even in my phone, don’t you?” You’re retorting and his lip is twitching just slightly before he looks away, tucking his phone back into his pocket.
“Why did you want my number anyway?”
You’re looking at him like he’s grown two heads now. “Why would anyone give you their number, Baron? I want to talk to you.”
“I don’t talk to anyone.”
“You talk to Corey. Why can’t you talk to me?”
He’s staring at you like you’re a puzzle that he can’t solve. He’s stepping closer to you, opening his mouth, but before he can say anything, he’s interrupted by a feminine voice calling your name.
You’re turning around, only to see Renee, and you’re turning back to see Baron stalking off. You’re looking after him, disappointment running through you and you’re biting your bottom lip.
“Everything okay?” She’s asking as she comes up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m fine. What did you need?” You’re not fine, but you’re going to put on a happy face around Renee.
“Oh, we got the script for next week. I have an interview with you, want to go over it?”
“Of course.” You agree, even though it’s the last thing you want to do right now. You want to text him, but you’ll wait until later.
It’s the next morning, after your workout, when you finally get the chance to text him.
⇾ You never did get to answer my question, you know
⇾ Also why did you leave so quickly?
It’s quite a while before he texts you back, and you’re a little surprised that he even did.
⇽ What question?
⇽ And I had somewhere else to be.
⇾ !!
⇾ Hey, you kind of just did. You’re talking to me now!
⇾ And, okay, sure you did.
You know he’d just decided to run away, but you’re confused why he did. Was it because he didn’t want you two to be seen together? Why was he tolerating you? Baron’s an enigma and you just want to know him.
⇽ Oh, that question.
⇽ You broke me down. What did you want to talk about?
Okay, so obviously he didn’t want to talk about why he ran away, seeing as he dropped the topic, but you’re more than pleased that he’s actually responding to you now.
⇾ Well…
⇾ Anything and everything, really?
⇾ Idk,how about…
⇾ Why you got interested in wrestling?
You guys continued texting into the night, and you’ve learned so much about him in just the span of a couple of hours. It’s amazing how easily the conversation seemed to flow between the two of you and you’re so giddy.
The giddiness carries on throughout the next couple of days. You both continue texting each other, and you can’t wait to see him at the house show later tonight. You have to get ready for your match, but you have plans on hunting him down when you can. Once you’re in ring gear, you head to hair and makeup with Becky, chatting about the match for tonight. You perk up when you see Baron heading towards you two. You can tell that he lights up just a bit, and you know it’s because he sees you.
You expect him to just pass you, but you’re surprised when he grasps your arm and nods towards a hallway, before he heads that way. “I’ll be right back,” you say to Becky, barely sparing her a glance and you follow him, a smile spreading across your face.
“What’s up, buttercup?” You say, cheerily, once you two are alone.
“I have a question for you.”
“Oh, yeah? Shoot!”
“Why have you singled me out?”
You’re blinking up at him. “What, like why did I decide to talk to you?” He gives you a nod and you continue. “Because I wanted to? Do I have to have an ulterior motive?”
“No… I just… why now?” He’s running his hand over his head, getting his hair out of his face.
Here’s where you’re looking down, biting the inside of your cheek. “Kinda had to gain the courage.” Which is true. You’ve been pining after him for months and normally you don’t go up to someone you like and act like you have with him. It’s easier to act like this around the people you’re close with, the straightforwardness and the easy way of talking. But with Baron, you kind of pushed yourself. And it was good, you feel way more comfortable around him after texting him the past couple of days, but now you’re feeling a bit awkward.
“What, were you afraid of me or something?” Your head snaps up and he’s looking a bit standoffish, a bit hurt. And you’re shaking your head, moving closer to him, reaching out to grab his arm.
“No, no, I would never be afraid of you! Yeah, you’re tall and stuff, but I’m not afraid of you. It just… took me a while to figure out how to approach you. You know… the lone wolf stuff doesn’t make you very approachable.”
He’s glancing down at your hand on his arm, and then adjusts so he can hold that hand in his own. “Yeah. I know. It’s just what I’m used to.” The fact that he’s holding your hand makes your heart do flip flops and you’re giving his hand a squeeze.
“You don’t have to be used to that anymore. Not around me at least.”
He’s letting out a soft laugh, and then stepping closer to you, reaching up to wrap his hand around the back of your neck. “You’re going to ruin my entire image, you know that, right?”
You’re grinning up at him. “You’ll get used to it.” And then you’re standing on your tiptoes, your hand moving to pull him down to meet you. Your lips are just about to connect when your phone goes off and he’s pulling back. You’re groaning, and you’re pulling out your phone, only to see that it’s Becky calling you.
You don’t answer it, you just look right back up at Baron. He’s once again, looking like he’s pulled back from you emotionally. And you’re sighing. “I… better go. I’ll text you later?” The confidence that you once had has seem to flee, and you’re worried that maybe you’re pushing too far. Even though he was responding to you, you didn’t want to… make him regret anything.
He’s nodding. “Yeah… we’ll talk later. Have a good match, okay?” He’s stepping closer to you, leaning to press a kiss to the top of your head, and then he’s walking past you, heading out of the hallway. You’re standing in the same spot, watching as Becky calls you again, but still don’t answer. He kissed you. Well, okay, the top of your head, but it’s the same thing.
You only answer when Becky calls you for the third time, and you’re letting out a small sigh. “I’m coming, hold your horses, Becks.”
You and Baron text all night, not mentioning the almost kiss. You see him at the hotel the next morning when you’re heading to the gym and he’s leaving. He gives you a smile and you happily return it, before you head inside to start your workout. You don’t see him at all the rest of the day, only communicating with him through texts, and you’re really excited to see him later tonight.
You just don’t expect to get met with news that Dean had confronted Baron while you were busy getting ready. Renee, of course, is the new giver and you’re staring at her, your fingers quickly finishing up lacing your boots. Naomi, Becky, and Nikki are also in the room with you, looking between the both of you.
“Wait, what?”
“He’s bothering you, right? Everyone’s been talking about it. He’s cornered you several times and Becky said he put his hands on you. So Dean told him to stay away from you. And I’m pretty sure he will,” she says, comfortingly, and you’re staring at her like she’s grown two heads, before looking at everyone else in the room.
“Did it ever occur to anyone that maybe we were just talking? Maybe we’re friends? Because that can happen you know. He never cornered me, in fact, you want to know something? I cornered him. Because I wanted to talk to him. Because I like him. More than a friend. And I’ve been working my way up. Okay, well, not working my way up, I kind of bombarded him with my number the first time we actually talked but we’ve been texting! And he’s been nothing but nice to me!”
Becky’s reaching over to put her hand on your shoulder. “It just came out of nowhere, him touching you. I didn’t hear anything before and then he’s pretty much dragging you off to an empty hallway? What was I supposed to think?”
You’re shrugging it off, because as much as you love your friends, you’re a little upset. Okay, well a lot upset. You had no idea what Dean had said to Baron and you hope it hasn’t made him hate you now. “Well, maybe you should’ve asked me. I know he has that lone wolf thing going on and I know he’s dangerous but he hasn’t done anything to hurt me. Yeah, I probably should’ve told you guys about me talking to him but… I was still trying to figure things out and it’s new and… I don’t know…”
You’re sighing, running your fingers through your hair. And then you’re looking at Nikki and Naomi. “You don’t have John and Jimmy going after him, do you?” They’re shaking their heads and you’re nodding, before standing up. “I love you guys, I appreciate the gesture, but like… next time, talk to me,” you say, before looking over at Renee. “Can you talk to Dean and tell him? I don’t want him ripping Baron’s head off.”
You’re walking out of the room, and you’re ignoring all the looks you’re getting as you’re heading down all the halls, trying to find Baron.
You finally manage to find him, sitting on a chair all alone in a hallway, and you can hear the music blaring loud from his headphones. You slip in front of his gaze and he’s instantly putting his headphones around his neck as soon as he looks at you, the music coming to a stop.
“My friends mean well, but they’re totally wrong. I know Dean confronted you and stuff and he shouldn’t have and I’m sorry.”
He’s letting out a scoff, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, he was right about one thing. You’re too innocent for someone like me. Shouldn’t even think about touching you.”
You feel like you’ve been punched in the chest and you’re biting your bottom lip to contain your composure. “I’m not as innocent as anyone likes to think I am.”
“You’re a good person. Too good a person. I just don’t give a fuck about anyone or anything.” He’s fiddling with his phone, not really looking at you.
“So? Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, right?” Saying friends hurts, but it’s got him to look up at you.
“Is that what you want? Friendship?” He sounds like he doesn’t believe you and you know he knows what you really want.
“I…” you’re trailing off and looking away from him. “No, of course not. I mean, I tried to kiss you, after all. I… I really like you. And getting to know you has been amazing and it’s only made me like you more.” You have to stop yourself from going on a tangent about how much you like him, because you’re positive you would list everything that you like about him if given the chance. You’re standing there, hoping he’ll look at you, that he’ll say something, but he’s just staring at his phone, not saying anything. You’re nervous and you’re picking at the skin around your nails, and the silence hangs thick in the air.
“You don’t deserve someone like me.” That hits you hard and you’re shaking your head.
“Baron, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You could’ve just… turned me down because I was annoying or something. But no, you let me in. And I let you in. It doesn’t matter about deserving anyone. I think that’s bullshit. If you like me, we should at least… try it, right?” Your voice wavers a bit and you’re hoping he changes his tune. But it’s looking like it’s not going to happen. He still won’t look at you and he’s shaking his head.
“Doesn’t matter. I want to, but it doesn’t matter. All I’ll do is bring you down. You’re too good. I’m not. You can’t be with someone like me. It doesn’t work that way. You’ll end up getting hurt and not only will I beat myself up about it, everyone else will come with pitchforks. And that won’t be good for any one of us. So to save the both of us some trouble, I’m just going to put a stop to it now.” And then he’s standing up and walking away, leaving you all alone as you watch him walk away from you.
Your heart hurts and all you can do is watch him turn the corner and leave. Tears well up in your eyes and you can’t even be assed to sit in the chair that Baron just vacated. You sit in the middle of the floor and cry.
It’s Nikki who ends up finding you and she doesn’t say a word. She envelops you into a hug, dries your tears, and then talks you through it. You don’t have a lot of time to recover, because you have a match, and it sucks to have to go out there and act so happy when you’re hurting inside. You flub a bit in the match but you’re so lucky to have people who will help you through the match.
After the match, the girls take you back to your hotel room, where you’re rooming with Becky, and you have a good cry. They promise to make sure the boys leave Baron alone, which you’re thankful for, and you’re even more thankful for them being there for you.
You vow to be honest with them for now on and they promise not to jump to conclusions and talk to you about things.
“I’m sorry, kid.” Of course it’s Dean who wakes you up the next morning. Becky’s out to the gym and you’ve just stayed in bed. You figure you can get in your workout later tonight, right now you just want to mope. You didn’t want to answer the knock on the door but he wouldn’t let up. And now you’re stuck with Dean Ambrose who will not leave you alone.
“‘m fine,” you mumble.
“You want to go on a run with me? I’m in need of a partner.” You know Dean’s trying to cheer you up and you appreciate it, but you just want to be alone. You sigh, and shake your head, but he’s pushing his way into the room and sitting down on your bed. “Come on, I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Why’d you even phrase it as a question then?” You retort, and then move back to bed. You slip inside what you could, pulling the covers over your head. You hear him sigh and then the covers are being pulled off of you. “Don’t be a dick.”
“Is this the first time meeting me, sweetcheeks?” He’s then pulling on your ankle, shifting you down the bed. “Come on, up. Let’s go. I’ll wait while you get changed. Come on.”
You let out a long, loud noise of frustration and then you’re going to grab your workout clothes. You know he won’t leave you alone if you don’t go with him.
And that’s how you find yourself miles from the hotel, and you both really haven’t bothered to talk. It’s good, because it’s given you time to think, a time to recover. And it still stings, it still sucks, but this is what you needed. And you couldn’t be more grateful for Dean.
It’s when you’re halfway back to the hotel when Dean pipes up. “Ya know, Corbin reminds me a bit of myself. Now, I dunno how he acts around you, but from what it sounded like from Renee, it was how I was when I first got interested in her.” You’re looking up at him, eyebrows furrowed. He glances down at you, before he continues. “I was like him, didn’t let anyone in, didn’t really talk to anyone, really. Had a little bit of the lone wolf thing goin’ on, too.
“When I found myself first liking Renee, I was scared as shit. Because here’s a beautiful woman who’s willing to put up with me. And I wanted her to. And I wanted her a lot. And it was scary as all hell for me, because I didn’t really do relationships and shit. It wasn’t a thing that happened.” He’s slowing down his pace, and you’re doing the same, so you’re both walking.
“But… I’m getting a little carried away here. My point is, I think I pushed him into realizing that he cares a fuck ton about you when warning him off of ya and he’s trying to deal with it in his own way. And that means pushing you away. It doesn’t help that you got a lot of support behind you. And it doesn’t help that I kinda fucked things up for you both.” He’s rubbing the back of his neck, and then sighs.
“Give him some space and the idiot will come to. And if not, then I’ll punch him super hard in the ring for you.” You’re letting out a soft laugh at that, and then you’re coming to a stop. You’re pulling Dean in for a hug, not even caring about the sweat that’s covering the both of you.
“You may be an asshat sometimes, but thank you. I needed to hear something like that.”
“Don’t tell anyone that I can be helpful sometimes. You’ll ruin my reputation.”
It’s been two weeks since you’ve talked to Baron. You’ve sent him a text or two, but they’ve been left unanswered. Whenever you see each other in the hallways of the arena, he’d glance at you for a moment, before he would look away. You feel like he’ll never come around and it’s eating you up inside. As much as you love that your friends are there for you, you’ve taken to hiding away to get yourself pumped up for matches. You’d find the one place no one would think to look and stay there, listening to music and scrolling through your social media feeds. Your friends would text you, of course, but until you were ready, you’d ignore them.
Now that you’ve been doing this for a week and a half, it’s sort of become your ritual. You’d get ready, head to hair and makeup, and then once you were done, you’d head off to be by yourself. It’s sad, really, but you can’t be assed to be around a lot of people anymore. And you can’t stand the looks and the gossip and the pity glances that people give you. You also don’t want to see Baron around, because every glance kills you.
You’ve been playing your favorite song on repeat for the past ten minutes, and you’re so invested in your phone that you don’t notice anyone coming down the hallway until they’re sitting next to you on the floor, their arm brushing up against yours.
You jump, turning to look up at the person and you’re letting out a breath when you see it’s Baron. His knees are up, arms resting on top of them, and he’s staring straight ahead. He’s in ring gear, just like you, and he still looks as good as ever.
You’re pulling your headphones out in time to hear him speak. “I fucked up.”
“What?” Is all you really can say, staring up at him.
His lips are pulling up a little bit in the corner. “I fucked up. You wormed your way in and… these past few weeks have really fucking sucked without you. I’m not good with emotions and it took me a long time to think of what to say to make it better with you, but I’m still sort of at a loss. All I know is that you look miserable, I’m miserable, and I know that I had to do something to fix it…” he’s trailing off here and he still won’t look at you.
He’s fiddling with his watch and you’re placing your phone to the side, before reaching out to grab his hand. You’re pulling it down into your lap, and you’re interlacing your fingers with his. “All you had to do is this. And… I’m really glad you’re here…” You’re so glad he’s here, that he came back to you, that he’s admitting he feels something for you, that he wants to try and fix it. Your heart feels ten times lighter, you feel extremely giddy, and you’re just so glad.
He’s looking down at you now, and then he’s adjusting so his other hand is sliding behind your neck, pulling you closer. He’s resting his forehead against yours and you’re closing your eyes taking in the moment. “I’m sorry.” He’s saying, and then he’s silent for a moment. “I let you in and… then I saw all these people care about you and you’re just such a good person and I’m the opposite of that and I just… didn’t know how to handle that.”
You’re pulling back, your other hand coming up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing against his skin. “It’s okay, I understand. And you needed time to collect your thoughts. I’m not blaming you. I just wish you would’ve told me or something…”
He’s looking sheepish and a frown is fixed on his face now, averting his eyes to the side. “Yeah… not the best with talking or emotions. But for you, I’m willing to try.” He’s gazing back at you again, and you’re smiling at him.
“You’re willing to give us a try?”
He’s smiling down at you, eyes soft, and you swear it’s one of the most beautiful images you’ve seen in your life. “Yeah. I want to take you out to dinner tonight. Is that okay?”
You’re nodding, a wide smile gracing your lips. “Yeah, that’s more than okay. That’s totally okay. More than I could ask for, honestly. Well, not really, but you know what I mean. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” He’s letting out a soft chuckle, and then his eyes drop down to your lips.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he’s saying, but he’s hesitating, as if waiting for the okay from you. You’re nodding, enthusiastically and his smile grows wider, before he’s ducking his head down, lips gently meeting yours.
You hum your approval, and you’re kissing him back, letting go of his hand so it can curl around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. And yep, you could get used to kissing Baron Corbin because this is everything you wanted and more.
pairing: DeanxReader
summary: Dean’s had a long day and he just wants you to help him feel better
warnings: smut, swearing, femdom
word count: 3,857
notes: I’ve mostly been inspired by the several people who have mentioned that they’d think Dean would totally be a sub, but I was also inspired by @bibalor‘s FinnxReader femdom fic as well. And I totally listened to Get On Your Knees by Nicki Minaj while writing this. A huge thanks to @fightblissfight for beta reading!
You knew Dean needed it the moment he got home. You were relaxing on the couch, catching up on your favorite shows, and all it took was one look at him. It was written all over his face and he wasted no time at all, kneeling in front of you, resting his head on your knees. There’s normally a text or something, but today, he apparently didn’t want to use his words. You’re running your fingers through his hair, grinning when he lets out a soft groan. “Long day, baby?” You’re asking, our voice low and soft. He’s nodding and you’re leaning down to press a kiss to his head, before lifting his head to look at you.
“I know just the thing,” you brush your fingers across his cheek, before standing up. He’s not moving, just tilting his head so his bright blue eyes can follow your movements. And you’re walking towards the stairs, crooking a finger in a come here motion. “Come on.”
He’s up in a flash, and you’re making your way up the steps. He’s right behind you, but he keeps just a few paces behind you. A glance behind you shows that he’s keeping his hands behind his back and he’s watching your feet. A grin spreads across your face and you can’t help but to think at how good he is. You don’t say it, although it’s at the tip of your tongue. The praise will come soon.
As you enter your bedroom, you stand before the bed and point to it. “Sit.” And he’s doing so, sitting on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap and just watching you. His eyes are dark now, and you glance to see his hardening erection through his jeans. The smirk hasn’t left your face from before and it only grows wider. “So good,” you say, and he’s biting his bottom lip, a shiver sliding down his back at the praise.
“Ah, ah.” You’re crossing over to place your thumb against his lower lip, tugging it out from his teeth. “I wouldn’t want you hurting your lip. Not when I so want to kiss them.” He’s taking in a deep breath and he’s tilting his head up just slightly, as if asking for said kiss. You’re tilting your head slightly to the side, watching him for a moment, before ducking to brush the gentlest of kisses against his lips.
It’s quick, taking all of a second, and you can tell by the way he’s clenching his fists that he wants more. “Be a good boy, now, Dean,” you tell him, brushing your thumb against his lower lip, before pulling back. “Stare straight ahead and wait for me. You can do that right?”
His voice is husky, dark, when he answers. “Yes, ma’am.” And you walk away from him, over to the dresser. You’re dressed in sweats and one of Dean’s old shirts, and as much as you know he’d love to see you just naked, you want to tease even more. You pick out your favorite lingerie set and strip, putting on the sexy outfit. It helps you feel even more in control, and it just goes to show you what a good set of lingerie can do for your confidence.
You fluff your hair, and you wish you had time to make yourself up, make yourself look like a damn vixen, but Dean’s waiting for you, being so patient. And as much as you’d like to take your time, you know he needs you. So you take pity on him and walk back over to him.
He’s still staring at the same spot you told him to, his hands clenching and unclenching on his lap. “You can look at me now,” you inform him, and he does, eyes raking hungrily over your body. He’s gritting his teeth, and you’re smiling, moving to stand in front of him. His hands twitch, and you know he wants to touch you, but he’s not; he knows the rules. You reward him for that, cupping his face in your hands and tilting his head up. You kiss him, this time more firmly and longer, swiping your tongue against his lips. He opens, just slightly, testing the waters, and you debate pulling back, but you don’t. You make a small sound, one that he knows means ‘okay’ and he’s opening his mouth wider, his tongue sweeping against yours.
You're letting the kiss linger, feeling the arousal grow in your body. Under normal circumstances, you’d hop into his lap and make out for ages, but these nights are different. He needs something different. And you plan on giving it to him.
You pull back, slowly, and he lets out a low whine in the back of his throat. “Now, now, good things come to those who wait, right?”
He’s nodding, and then adding a quick, “yes, ma’am,” because he knows that you like hearing him talk.
“Good boy,” you whisper, kissing him once more, before standing up straight. You’re pulling your hands away from him, smirking when he leans forward to follow your hands. He’s catching himself and moving right back to the position he was in before, and you’re glancing down to see him digging his fingers into the edge of the mattress. You let him.
“What do you need, baby?” You ask him, voice sultry as you can make it.
“You, ma’am. Only you, fuck I need you so badly.” It’s coming out breathless and he’s leaning forward towards you just a bit. You push a finger into his shoulder, and he’s moving back, looking like a wounded puppy at the idea of being away from you.
“What do you need from me?”
“Anything, fuck, everything. I need it all. I want to eat you, I want to be inside of you, I want everything.”
“Oh, what a greedy boy,” you’re laughing, before shaking your head. You’re stepping back even more, and then pointing to the ground. “If you kneel down, I’ll give you a treat.”
He’s sliding from the bed, dropping to his knees quickly. His hands are still by his side, and he’s staring up at you like you’re the greatest gift on Earth. You’ll never grow tired of that look.
“Turn around.” You’re twirling your finger in a circle, and he’s moving so he’s facing the bed. His breathing is ragged, and you’re watching his shoulders move up and down with each breath for a moment. And then you’re walking over to the bed, perching on the edge. “Shirt off.”
It’s off in an instant, and normally he’d toss it to the side, but he’s looking at you for direction. You’ve taught him well. “You can toss it to the side. Just this once.” Normally you’d make him fold it and put it away, just to tease him even more, but you’re not going to tonight.
“Thank you, ma’am.” It’s being tossed to the side and you’re licking your lips, eyes grazing over his exposed skin. You’re stopping to look at his erection, and you’re letting out a soft hum, glad to see how hard he is.
“Come here.” You’re spreading your legs, and tapping your inner thigh, close to the hem of your underwear, and he’s there in an instant, eyes focused on the silk panties. “You can take them off, but you can’t touch anything else. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.” And he’s reaching up, hands shaking slightly, and he’s pulling off your underwear, slowly, putting it gently onto the bed next to you. You’re taking the time to rid yourself of your bra, and his eyes are watching your every movement.
“How bad do you want this?” You’re sliding a hand down to your center, lazily dragging your fingers through the wetness you find there. And then you’re trailing your fingers along your clit, and it’s killing you not to appease your own desires. You can tough it out, because the look on Dean’s face is priceless. He’s licking his lips, eyes dark, nostrils flaring, eyes focused on your fingers, and you’re grinning.
“I don’t want it, I need it.”
“Look at me.”
“I am loo-” he catches himself, and then his eyes are shooting up to your face. “Yes ma’am.” You raise an eyebrow, and then you’re reaching out with your other hand to grab his hair, tilting his head back. He’s letting out a groan, and you watch his neck work as he swallows.
“Nice catch. But next time you try to sass me, I’ll take you to the brink of pleasure, but then leave you all alone. And you won’t get to touch yourself, or me, for the rest of the night. Understood?”
“I do.”
“Good. Now, let’s see you put your mouth to a better use.” You’re letting go of his hair, and that’s all he needs. He’s burying his face into your pussy, tongue licking firmly up the center, and you’re letting out a gasp, head falling back. He’s moaning, and god, you can never get over the feeling of him down there.
He’s eating you out like he’s a man dying of thirst and you’re a cold glass of water and you’re leaning back on your elbows so you can watch him better. His eyes are closed, and you’re reaching a hand down to drag through his hair. His eyes are fluttering open at that, and he’s looking up at you and the look in his eyes has you letting out a soft moan. “So good, Dean. So good.”
He’s letting out a noise into your folds, and then he’s using his teeth and lips and tongue all in the ways that he know drive you crazy. You’re biting your bottom lip, hips raising up to grind against his face, and he’s moaning at that.
“Fingers, you can use your fingers,” you say, breathlessly, and in a flash, he’s sliding one finger into you, his other hand coming up to rest on the bed beside your hip. It’s close, but not close enough to touch your skin, so you let it slide. Besides, he’s doing such a great job at pleasing you, you deserve to cut him some slack on that.
The pleasure he’s giving you is rising higher and higher and you’re tugging on his hair, which makes him pause, a whine leaving his mouth, before he’s going right back to licking firm circles around your clit, teeth gently crazing the nub every once in awhile, making your legs twitch. “Another finger,” you’re commanding, and he’s slipping another one in.
He’s making a come hither motion with the two fingers, finding the spot within you that has you seeing stars, and with him sucking on your clit now, it’s only moments before you’re falling over the edge into a spectacular orgasm. Your toes are curling, back arching, fingers pulling at his hair as you let out a moan, closing your eyes tightly as the pleasure washes over your body. Dean’s continuing at it, giving you no time between, and he’s working you up for another orgasm. You let him.
Your whole body is tense and you’re panting, your other hand moving to grab a hold of Dean’s on the bed. You’re interlocking fingers, gripping tightly, as he continues to work you up once more. Only this time, he’s slipping a third finger in. It doesn’t take him long before he’s making you come apart once again and you’re twitching underneath him as you orgasm for a second time.
“Stop, stop,” you’re gasping out, when you’ve had enough, and he’s giving you one more lick, before pulling his fingers out of you. You open your eyes just in time to see him lift his fingers to his lips. “Uh, uh, none of that.”
He’s lowering his fingers, a slight frown on his face, but then you’re leaning up just slightly so you can cup his face in your hands. And then you’re tugging him up, leaning back and taking him with you, so he’s over you, and kissing him senseless. He’s groaning, his hands resting on the bed next to your head, and you’re wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him down on top of you.
“Such a good boy, taking care of me. Thank you,” you’re whispering into the kiss, and he’s letting out a content noise.
“Always for you. You know I’d do anything for you.” You’re pulling back, and brushing his hair out of his face while you smile up at him. It’s a tender moment, but he needs it and you need some time to recover after that orgasm.
“I know, Dean. You’re so good to me.” You’re kissing his forehead, then his nose, moving to his lips once more. One hand is slipping down his neck, his chest, and you’re enjoying feeling his muscles twitch as you make your way down. You’re sliding your hand over his erection and he’s sounding like he’s just got the breath punched out of his lungs. You’re pulling back from the kiss so you can stare up at him, loving how he’s above you but you can take him apart just like this.
His eyes flutter shut, and his mouth is open as he’s trying to control himself. You know what it looks like and you’re smirking, hand running up and down his erection through his jeans. “Up.” You’re commanding, and he’s blinking at you for a moment, before sliding off you and standing up.
You’re sitting up, and then tilting your head to the side, reaching out to trail your fingers teasingly over the skin right before the top of his jeans. He’s twitching, and you’re grinning, and then you’re taking your hand away completely. “Strip. Slowly.”
You’re glad you have practiced your own control during these times because he’s going so slowly. You can tell it’s killing him and fuck, it’s killing you, too, but you’re watching his fingers as they undo his belt, slowly slide it out and tossing it to the side, unbutton his jeans, and then slowly peel them off. Then he’s working on his boxers, sliding them off his hips and then stepping out of them.
No matter how many times you’ve seen him naked, he manages to take your breath away. You’re licking your lips, and then crooking your finger at him. He’s standing closer now, and you’re taking his hard length into his hands, loving the way he sucks in a breath and his hands clench tightly. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes, ma’am. Only you can make me this hard,” he’s telling you and you reward him with a kiss on his sternum.
“That’s right. You’re mine. Isn’t that right, Dean?” You’re stroking him, thumb gliding across his head and he’s letting out a soft moan.
“Fuck, yes, I’m all yours. Only yours,” he’s groaning, and you’re kissing just a little bit lower than you did the first time, before pushing him gently back and standing up. You’re twisting the both of you so he’s the one with his back to the bed and then you’re pushing him down. He lands with a soft grunt, and then he’s biting his bottom lip as you crawl over him. You’re sitting on his abs, grabbing his hands and placing them above his head.
“Do you think you’ve been good enough to get what you want?”
“I already got more than what I wanted, but if you think I’ve been good enough to get more, then I won’t complain.” You’re raising an eyebrow, before tightening your grip on his wrists.
“That wasn’t an answer, baby.” You’re leaning so close that your lips are inches apart and you’re grinding your hips against his stomach, your wetness spreading across his skin. “I asked you if you thought you were good enough to get to the main event. But if you already got what you wanted, I guess I’ll just have to leave you like this, now, won’t I?”
And then you’re hopping off the bed, starting to head towards the bathroom. It takes him a moment to connect just what happened but he’s sitting up and shaking his head. “No, no, please don’t leave me like this. Please, ma’am, I’ve been good. I want everything you can give me, please,” he’s begging, and you’re turning back to look at him, hands on your hips.
“You really want it? Beg for it.” Because fuck, if he doesn’t look good begging.
He’s slipping to his knees, moving in front of you and he’s staring up at you, his hands hovering by your hips. “Please, please, you’re the only one who can make me feel good, ma’am. All I meant was that even being in your presence, being able to please you, to taste you, has made me the happiest man in the world. And if you think I can redeem myself, I’d love to be inside of you and get you off one more time… or as many more times as you want. Please, I need you, please, please.” His voice is so husky and he’s looking like a kicked puppy, that you take pity on him. Of course, you wouldn’t have been able to resist him anyway.
You’re heaving a sigh, and then grabbing his hair and dragging him up by it. He’s going, willingly, and you’re pushing him back towards the bed. He’s sitting down, and then you’re pushing him to lay all the way down, before climbing back on him.
“I suppose I’ll give you what you really need. After all, you did make me come twice with just your mouth and fingers.”
“Thank you, ma’am. Thank you so much,” he’s gasping out, and you’re kissing him quickly before reaching over to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. You’re ripping it open, before sliding it on him, and then stroking him a couple of times. He’s sucking in a breath, and his hands move up above his head. You’re smirking at him, because he knows how to behave, and then you’re slowly sinking onto him.
You’re both letting out moans at how good it feels and his head is tilted back, eyes shut tightly as his hands clench into fists. “You feel so good, Dean.” Your fingers scratch down his chest and it makes him buck his hips up into yours, grunting and gritting his teeth. He’s deeper inside you now, and you’re leaning forward, placing your hands on his wrists to keep him still, and then you’re slowly beginning to move.
“Fuck,” he gets out through gritted teeth and you’re watching him, watching every facial movement, watching every twitch of his body. You love watching him come apart, and you know he’s so on edge.
“How good does this feel, baby? How good am I making you feel?” You’re leaning down so you can whisper in his ear, and then you nibble on his earlobe, before pulling back. He’s shivering and groaning, and you’re grinning, watching as he looks up at you.
“You feel like heaven. You make me feel so good. Fuck, I love being inside you, there’s nothing better, ma’am,” he’s telling you and you’re rewarding him with a slow, deep kiss. You’re keeping your movements slow, even though it’s killing you and you know it’s killing him. But the teasing is only going to help him in the long run.
Dean’s tugging at your grip, trying to move his hands and you’re pulling back to raise an eyebrow. “Something you need, Dean?” You’re questioning, another slow up and another slow down movement on his length.
“Please don’t tease me, I can’t take it anymore, ma’am. Please.”
“Just a little bit longer, I know you can take it. You’re such a good boy, I know you can take it,” you’re telling him, brushing your nose against his, and then you’re intertwining your fingers with his, but still keeping his hands above his head. His grip is hard, but you don’t mind at all. Another slow grind and he’s whining, tilting his head back. You take advantage to scrape your teeth across his skin, using tongue and teeth to tease him even more.
“Fuck, please. Please.” His breathy gasps have even more wetness forming and it’s only helping him slide in and out of you at a torturous pace.
“You can handle this, baby, I know you can,” you’re telling him against the skin of his neck, and you’re trying to find a perfect spot to leave your mark. It’s hard for you to do so, but you’re just hoping he can manage to keep his shirt on when he’s wrestling this week. Once you find that perfect spot, you set to work, sucking and nipping and making sure you leave a mark.
Dean’s a mess when you’re done. The slow grinds and the constant torture of your lips, tongue, and teeth against his skin have him tugging at your hands, his body squirming underneath you. He’s groaning, muttering out ‘pleases’ breathlessly, and you’re pulling back from his skin so you can just watch him. He looks a wreck and you love it.
“You’re such a good boy,” you’re whispering, and with a short kiss, you’re speeding up your movements.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he’s gasping out, and you’re bouncing up and down on him, letting out soft moans. Finally being able to move at a pace that is good enough for the both of you is amazing, and you’re moving his hands to your hips so he can help.
He’s taking initiative now, and he’s thrusting up into you, hitting even deeper than before. You’re both moaning, and you’re leaning back so the angle can change.
“Oh, so good. Fuck,” you’re whispering, and you’re sliding a hand down to rub at your clit. You know it’s not going to be that much longer, and by the noises leaving Dean’s mouth, you know it’s not much longer for him, either. And he knows that he’s not allowed to come before you do while you’re on him, so you’re working to make yourself come, taking pity on him.
Circling your clit just right, it doesn’t take you long before you’re coming all over his length with a gasp. “Come, baby, come on,” you’re gasping out, inviting him to join you and he does with a long groan and a tilt of his head. His fingers are gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, but you love it.
You’re both slowing down and you’re laying on top of him now, his length still in you. You’re both breathing heavily and he’s running his hands over your back, pressing kisses against your head.
“Feel better now, baby?” You’re asking him, and then pulling back to look at him. He’s giving you a dopey grin, and leans forward to kiss you. “Always. Thank you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
You’re letting out a soft laugh, and then brush his hair out of his face. “I don’t know. But you know what I do need right now? A nap.”
pairing: Tyler BreezexReader
summary: Tyler Breeze just asked you out and that’s like... a joke right? Are you on Swerved?
warnings: some angst and fluff!
word count: 1,180
notes: This is a request from a lovely anon! I hope you like it and that this was what you wanted! I kind of took some liberties with it but I still hope it’s okay!
When Tyler Breeze asked you on a date, you were pretty shocked. No, like seriously shocked. You stared at him for quite some time, gawking, while his smile just grew wider and wider. “Is that a yes or a no?” he had asked and you had shook your head.
“No, no, it’s a yes.”
“Good, I’ll see you after the show, then.” He gave you a wink and then he was on his way to where Fandango was down the hallway. You had watched him before turning away, because really, had that just happened?
You’re still pinching yourself, and you’re in a nice restaurant with Tyler right now. He looks amazing, as ever, and you feel a little bit like a potato sitting across from him. You feel so out of your element, but he’s been nothing but a perfect gentleman and he’s focused fully on you. It’s making your heart beat faster, and you’re pretty sure your face is flushed, but at the same time, he doesn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.
Good job, you, you’re amazing at hiding things. But you still can’t help but to feel like maybe this is a mistake… like maybe this is a prank. Okay, so like, what about Swerved, right? This could totally be a prank. And you’re feeling really self conscious now, and you can’t help but to try and look for cameras and trying to figure out what the prank is going to be.
“Something wrong?” He’s asking you, and your averting your attention back to him.
“Oh, no, of course not. Sorry, I just got distracted,” you say, playing with your food with your fork. You feel terrible, because you haven’t really been paying that much attention to the conversation and you like Tyler. If this actually is a real date, you’re sure you’re probably blowing it and everything is going to be awful.
“Are you sure?” He’s asking, and then he’s reaching a hand over to close over top of yours. “You’ve been distracted the whole night, it seems like…” his voice is softer now and you glance up at him, before looking back down at your plate.
You let out a sigh before beginning to speak. “I just… this isn’t a prank right? For like… Swerved or anything?” And you’re expecting people to come out, disappointed that you had figured it out, but nothing… and you’re looking around before focusing back on Tyler, who looks confused and a little hurt.
“You thought me taking you out was a prank?”
“Well, a little, yeah. I mean, you’re… you, and I’m me. I didn’t really think that… you know… I’m sorry, this is so stupid, I just ruined everything.” You feel so stupid and you’re pulling your hand away from his, and pulling out some money to pay for your meal. It’s more than enough for your meal and a tip, but honestly you just want to get out of here. You blew it and you’re so embarrassed and you just want to go back to the hotel room and cry.
You’re gathering your things and standing up, before starting to head out the door. You make it out the door, heading to the parking lot towards your rental car, before you feel a hand on your arm, your name being spoken.
“Hey.” He’s pulling you back around so he can look at you, but even then, you can barely stand to look into his eyes. You’re avoiding his gaze and he’s sighing, brushing his hand over his hair to get the stray strands out of his face. “Listen, I’m sorry if I made it seem like this whole thing was a joke. It was never my intention. You see, I’ve had my eye on you for a while now and I wasn’t sure how to just… go about asking you out. ‘Dango finally pushed me to do it because he knows how much I like you. So I just went for it. And I’m sorry if it came off like… a joke.”
You’re standing there, in shock once again, because honestly? What the fuck. You’re tempted to look around for cameras once again, but he’s being honest. You can read it in his body language, see it in his eyes (now that you’ve looked up at him), and you’re just… well, you don’t know how to feel. Or say… but you have to say something.
“No, it wasn’t you, you’ve been amazing… I just…” you’re trailing off, letting out a sigh, and glancing away from him once again. “I have bad self esteem issues, if you couldn’t tell from everything in there and you’re… amazing, and just the perfect guy for me, and I just… I felt like this wasn’t real and that it’s fake. And I didn’t mean to offend or anything, saying that this is a prank, I just… well, really can’t believe that this is happening.”
He’s stepping closer to you, a hand wrapping around the back of your neck. “Well, it’s happening. I know I’m gorgeous but this is not a dream.” He’s teasing, you can tell from the light in his eyes and the grin on his face. You’re flushing, looking away from him, before he’s moving the hand to cup your cheek, guiding your gaze back to him. “Hey…” he’s saying softly, looking tenderly at you. Your heart is beating fast and you take in a deep breath.
He’s slowly lowering his lips to yours and while you’re nervous, you lean up to close the distance. His lips are soft and the kiss is everything you wanted. It’s sweet, soft, and even though it’s not as long as you would like, you enjoy it anyway. He’s pulling back, only to smile at you.
“See? Not a dream.”
“Mmm, no, pretty sure I’ve dreamed about kissing you,” you say, and you’re feeling all the tension leave your body. You feel ten times better, now that you know it’s not a joke, that he actually likes you, that there’s no cameras around. And well…. now that he’s kissed you, you feel ten times lighter, too.
Tyler’s laughing, and then he’s kissing you again, this time with a little more passion. You’re returning it, eagerly, and yeah, you could get used to this.
“Well, I’ve dreamed about kissing you, too. So that makes us even,” he’s saying when he’s pulling back, and you’re smiling up at him.
“Good to know,” you’re saying.
His thumb is brushing against your cheek and he’s staring into your eyes. “Well… now that we got our emotions out of the way, how about we try this whole date thing over again? It’s still early, we could catch a movie or something?” He’s asking and you’re nodding.
“Yeah… yeah, I’d like that. Let’s start over.”
“But… not the kiss, right?” He’s raising an eyebrow, and you’re laughing.
“Well, we could redo, because that only means that we get to kiss again.”
“I don’t mind that at all.” He’s grinning and then his lips are on yours once again.
