Cheating-Jon Moxley
Y/N loves the way Mox feels on her body. Only thing is....she goes home to a different man.
You hated everything that you had become. You grew up hating anything to do with cheating or infidelities'. You were always loyal. That all came crashing down once you met Jonathon David Moxley.
Jon Moxley was a menace to society. He was a notorious leader, and you knew he did things....illegal things. Did that stop you from being attracted to him? No. In fact, it made you attracted to him that much more.
It started off innocent flirting, and looks shared across the room. You would watch the way his eyes danced over your entire body. It mainly happened at the club's parties. Men and women dancing all over each other, but Mox? Even though he had a red solo cup up to his lips every few seconds....his eyes never left you.
Your favorite part of it all though, was his fighting. As cliche as it sounds....that's where the money came in. He was the best damn fighter you ever saw, too.
Ironically, the way you and Mox met was because your boyfriend dragged you to one of these fights many months ago. Him and a few of his friends were keen on the idea of going to something illegal, and so you went.
The minute you locked eyes you could tell he would be trouble. Even with blood leaking down his chin he wore a smirk on his face.
"What's a girl like you doing at a place like this?" Were his first words to you. His voice was as perfect as his muscles, and you had never been so attracted to someone before.
"This is the third fight you've been to without your little boyfriend. Either you really like the fighting, or you really like me."
That was the way he talked to you. His not so subtle words, and smirks drew you in.
Then, there was the first time that words weren't enough anymore.
"I really hate that you have a boyfriend." He whispers, looking down at you. He was fresh out of a fight. His sweat covering his body, and your heart was beating so loud you swore he could hear it. "The things I want to do to you aren't right."
"And running an illegal underground fighting ring isn't wrong?"
He chuckles darkly, and walks you backwards until you hit the wall. "Let me make myself clear, Angel." His hands now on the wall next to your head. "The things that I'm thinking in my head right bow are so disgusting that you wouldn't want to look at me."
"Try me." You test him, and he reaches over to the dresser to pick up something. He flips it open, and it's a pocket knife. The entire situation has your body in flames. He takes the knife, looking you in the eyes, almost as if he's asking for consent. You nod at him, and he takes the knife, cutting a small line on to your exposed shoulder. He then bends down to kiss the exposed skin, licking up the blood.
"I'm a psychopath, angel." He whispers when he pulls his head back, licking his lips.
"Kiss me." You tell him, and he raises his eyebrows. The sight of the blood on his lips making you want more.
"Will you leave him?" He asks you, and you look down at your feet. "That's what I thought."
"Mox..." You plead, and he puts a band-aid over your cut.
"When it comes to you I want to do things the right way. Even if I do want to fuck your brains out knowing you're taken." He says, and you swallow hard. "I'll wait for you."
Since then the tension continued to grow. You went to more fights, and Mox always made sure to show off for you. Even with your boyfriend next to you.
It was getting hard for you though. Even laying in bed at night, next to him all you could do was think about Mox. So much so, that you've even resorted to touching yourself to thought of him.
The passion for lust after Jon Moxley was starting to get to you. You weren't sure how much longer you could take.
"Angel, you got any big plans this weekend?" Mox asks, walking up to you after the fight.
"No." You gave him a simple answer, and he smirks at you. "Do I want to know?"
"I have a big fight this weekend in St. Louis. I want you to accompany me."
"Really?" You ask him, and he nods. "I'll have to get some money together."
"Angel." He chuckles, and shuts the door behind him. "I've got more money than I know what to do with." He steps closer to you. Moving your hair behind your ear. "Besides, I need my good luck charm."
You roll your eyes, and shove him away. "I'm not your good luck charm."
"You are." He slides his hands in yours. "Besides, gives us time to be alone."
"But I thought you said..." He covers your mouth with his hand.
"I know what I said, but I can't take it anymore. You don't even look like you're trying with him anymore."
"St. Louis sounds fun. I've never been." He smirks at you, his eyes looking a different shade of blue.
"Then I guess we better make the most of it."
The weekend came fast, and to say you were nervous would be an understatement. It was the first time you would be totally alone with Mox. You were both nervous and excited to say the least.
"Welcome to your home for the next few days." Mox says, and the hotel room was more of suite. With one bed.
"When is the fight?" You ask him once you lay your suitcase on the bed.
"Tomorrow night." You can feel his presence behind you as you go through your suitcase. "I love it when you wear your hair down." His fingers run through your hair. He moves your hair over to the left shoulder, exposing your right.
"You act fast." His lips press right where your neck, and shoulder meet. You turn around to face him, and his eyes meet yours.
"Just trying to make the most of our time here." His hands come up to cup your face. "I'm so selfish when it comes to you."
"I think he's cheating on me." You finally admit to Jon. "And, I think it's been happening for a long time. I think that's why I was so drawn to you and I'm sorry I used you like that."
"You act as if I didn't play a huge part in that." He chuckles, and stares down at you. The whole universe seemed like it was on pause with the intensity he had in his stare alone. "I really want to fucking kiss you."
"So, kiss me." You say, and bite your lip. His eyes roam your face as if he were looking for any regret. "I want you to kiss me."
That was all he needed before he glanced over you once more, and then crashes his lips onto yours. It started off as sweet, just being in the moment, and then it turned needy, and passionate. His lips molded into yours like they were just made for one another. His tongue collides with yours. Then, all too quickly he pulls away.
He rests his forehead against yours, his breathing as uneven as yours. Right when you think about moving away from him, he connects your lips once more in a much more sweet kiss.
He pulls away again, and you open your eyes to see him already looking at you. "As much as I would love to stay here and do this all day. I unfortunately have some training to get to before tomorrow."
"It's okay. Not that you really need the training though, do you?"
"Oh, angel, you know exactly how to feed my ego." He chuckles, and reaches down to grab his bag. "I should only be gone a couple hours. There's plenty of food and drinks, and of course, room service."
"Okay." You nod at him, and he grabs you by the waist, pressing a peck to your lips. "Please be careful."
"Always, angel." He says with a smirk before leaving.
It was the night of the fight, and you couldn't be more excited. When he had returned from training yesterday, he actually kept things low. Like taking you sightseeing, and being respectful when you two shared the bed.
However, when he was on his adrenaline high, he couldn't help himself. Especially not with you in his own merch. His name on the back like you were his property. He loved the claim. He loved the possessiveness. He loved knowing that he was the one you wanted.
"Okay, I'll see you after your fight." You tell him, and make your way towards the door.
"Angel. I think you're forgetting something." He says, pointing at his lips.
"Who knew you'd become such a softie." You roll your eyes at him, but give him what he wants.
"Just trying to butter you up before later tonight."
"And what's happening later tonight?" You ask. Hoping it's what you wanted as well.
"Oh baby, I think you know." And then he was off, and you made your way to your seat to watch him fight.
He won, of course. Without a doubt in your mind you knew he would. So, the trip back to the hotel had you antsy.
"I'm going to shower really quick." He kisses your forehead, and you make your way to your suitcase where you had just the perfect thing to wear for him.
You took your time, and had just finished your nightly routine when he exited the bathroom. He walks out in nothing, but a towel draped around his waist and boy did that make you melt.
"What do we have here?" He asks, pulling you to stand, and spins you around to look at you.
"Had to give the champ a little gift." You smirk at him, and he looks over your body. "Care to unwrap your present?"
"Don't mind if I do." He smirks, and unties the robe. It falls down to your feet, and you hear him inhale sharply. "Angel..."
You had chose a white set that hugged every curve on your body. "Couldn't find any angel wings, but this was the closest thing."
Mox swallows harshly, and his hand cupped the back of your neck before kissing you hard.
"Do you even know what I'm about to do to you?" He asks you, pulling your head back by your hair.
"Whatever you want, please." You plead, and again he smirks down at you.
"So desperate for me, aren't you?" He bends down to press his lips to your neck. When you don't answer, he pulls your hair harder. "I asked you a question."
"Yes. Please, Mox. I need you." You straight up beg at this point, and he pulls your face back up to his to kiss you again.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll take real good care of you. By the way, how much did this cost?" His hands grab at the material. "Actually it doesn't matter, I'll buy you some more."
And just like that you had been rid of your lingerie. You release the towel from around his waist, and he grabs onto your thighs. "Jump." You obey, and wrap your legs around him.
He turns around to sit on the edge of the bed, and you stay straddled across his legs. His lips on yours, and tongues battling one another.
You take the lead, and begin to trail kisses down his neck, your hands touching all over his exposed chest.
His hands trail from your back, down to your ass, grabbing it in his hands and squeezing. "God, you're fucking perfect." Without warning, he flipped you over, and you were on your back with him hovering over you.
"Don't hold back." You tell him, and he nods at you. His lips were back on yours, and you could feel his hard cock in between your legs, brushed up against your thigh.
His lips continued down your neck, sucking and biting in all the right places. He rocked his hips forward, his cock rubbing up against your wet pussy now. He dragged his tongue down from your neck until he reached your nipple.
His eyes were closed as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple. He quickly switched over to your other nipple, and you began to arch your back off the bed.
"Mox." You whimper, and he begins to kiss down your stomach. Pausing, he looks up at you as his mouth trails further and further down. "It's okay, you don't have to." His eyebrows quirk up at your statement.
"What kind of man doesn't taste you properly before fucking you?" His words have you caught by surprise. "I said I'd take care of you. I meant all of you." He takes his hands, placing them on your thighs, and spreading you apart. "Fuck, I mean look at you." He said in almost a growl. "Just lay back, and relax for me."
He teases you at first, biting at the inside of your thighs, and kissing around where you needed him. Then, you felt it. His warm tongue glided up until it met your clit. You gasp, and grab onto the bedsheets. You couldn't even remember the last time you had a mouth on your clit.
"Let me hear you." Mox's voice was an octave lower, and when you look down his eyes were on you. His normal light colored eyes were black with lust.
He goes back to circling your clit with his tongue, and you really couldn't hold back anymore. He slides a finger inside, and then two, curling them inside of you all while still maintaining the pressure on your clit.
Moans, and curses fall from your lips. You had never felt this alive before by anyone. He then, adds a third finger, filling you up, and you throw your head back. "How does it feel?"
"Good. So, good, Mox." You pant, and you can't see him, but you know he's smirking.
"Good, now cum for me." He growls, and with the pressure from his tongue, and the intensity of his fingers, it wasn't hard to obey his command. "That's it."
He works you through it with his fingers before pulling them out, and sucking your jucies off. He crawls back on top of you, and catches you with another kiss.
He moves to place himself in between your legs again. "Fuck."
"What's wrong?" You ask him, and he frantically searches the drawer next to the bed.
"I don't think I brought any condoms with me."
"I'm on the pill, and clean since he hasn't fucked me in over a year." You roll your eyes.
"A fucking year?" Mox questions, and you nod. "Okay, I'm clean, too. Do you trust me?"
"Yes. Mox baby, please fill me." You beg him, and he nods, kissing you once more before lining up with your entrance.
"Since it's been a while, I'll need you to relax a bit okay?" You nod at his question. "Last time to back out."
"Mox, I swear to God. Just fuck me already, please." He drags himself up, and down your folds before pushing himself inside. "Holy-"
"Fuck." He growls, and let's you adjust before he pulls out, and thrusts back into you. "I knew you'd feel good, but fuck Y/N."
"Ruin me, please." You whimper, and Mox looks into your eyes. "I'm yours. Fucking ruin me." He grabs your legs, hoisting them up onto his shoulders. The angle has you gasping for air.
"This what you wanted?" He asks, breathlessly as he pounded into you. One of your legs slip off, but that didn't stop his pace. "He doesn't know the slightest thing about how fucking dirty you are. Does he?"
"No." You confirm, and he slows down to remove your other leg from his shoulder. He takes your wrists, pinning them to the bed beneath his hands.
"I can tell you want to ask me something." He slows down his thrusts, and you look away from him. "Go on."
"It's weird." You tell him, and he brings his hand down to your clit. He knew what he was doing.
"Ask me." His eyes bore into yours, and you bite your lip in anticipation.
"Do you s-still have your knife?" Your question has him halting all movements. For a second you want to take it back until you see the infamous smirk on his face.
"I do." He says, and withdraws himself from you. You felt completely empty, and he quickly grabs it from his bag before making his way back to you.
He slips it open, and you feel your pussy clench around nothing. He drags it down your neck, and over your breasts, touching your sensitive nipples. Goosebumps arise on your skin, and he chuckles at you. "You are something else."
"Cut me again." You beg him, and he smirks at you.
"I have a different idea. Do you trust me?" You nod at him. He takes the knife to your thigh, and you feel him cut into your skin. You feel about 6 movements before he stops to lick up the blood. "Now he will really know you're mine."
You glance down to see he carved a "J" and an "M" onto your thigh.
"Fuck." You moan, and he flips you onto your stomach. He pulls you up by your hips, and teases his cock at your entrance again. He slides back into you, but pulls your hair to where your back meets his chest. You could feel the outline of his chest, and abs against your back.
"You're never going back to him. Are you?" He questions, and you shake your head. "Whose are you?"
"Y-yours." You gasp, and he chuckles in your ear.
"What's my name?" He asks you.
"Mox." You answer, and he chuckles again.
"Try again, baby. What's my fucking name?"
"Daddy." You moan out, and he sucks on your ear lobe.
"That's right. Now, let daddy make his angel cum for him again, and then I'll fill this sweet pussy up with my cum. How does that sound? Hmm?"
"Good, daddy." You pant, and he pushes you down onto the bed. His hand on your face as he begins to thrust in and out of you rapidly.
"That's my good girl. Take my fucking cock." He groans, and harshly slaps your ass making you scream out. "Yeah? You like that?" He slaps you again, and you moan loudly.
He moves his hands to your hips, gripping them tightly as leverage while he pounded into you. Sweat covered both of your bodies, and you didn't want this to end. "Daddy it feels so good."
"You're taking me so well, angel. Such a good girl." You reach down to your clit, rubbing it while he pounded you into the mattress.
"Daddy, I'm gunna-" your orgasm cuts you off, and you feel your legs begin to shake.
"Good fucking girl." He says, slapping your ass. "Ready for daddy to fill you up?"
"Please." You beg, and you feel his hips begin to stutter. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair as you feel his hot cum fill your insides. He groans out your name, and he stays there for a moment before finally pulling out of you.
He disappears for a moment, but then feel the rag cleaning you up. "Can you help me to the bathroom, please?"
He does, and leaves you to take care of yourself in there. You glance down at the carved letters in your thigh, and it makes you smile.
You finish washing up, and wall out to see a t-shirt and panties laid out for you. He was laid up in the bed, watching your every move.
You crawl up next to him, and he pulls you into his side. His lips find your head, and you relax into him. "I can have you a place by time we get back if you really want to leave him."
"I can't pay you back for that, Jon."
"I don't want your money." He says, and you sigh. "I know you want out."
"I do." You glance up at him, and he kisses your nose. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. To be honest, I've had the perfect place in mind ever since you started coming to the fights alone. It's so...you."
"Is that so?" You ask him, and he nods.
"Y/N, this wasn't just about sex to me. You've told me things. I've told you things. Things I haven't even told my own best friend."
"I know. I want more, too."
"And if he were to try anything, you'll have protection. My security detail is top notch. No one is allowed to hurt you."
Your heart swells at the words coming from his mouth. "I just have to get my stuff out."
"We will figure it out. Whatever you can't get, I'll just re-buy for you."
"You'd really do that for silly ole me?" You tease him, and he pulls you onto his lap.
"Yes." He answers without hesitation. "I'm not perfect by any means, but when I said I wanted to do right by you, I mean it."
"Okay." You whisper, and you swear you see him blush. "Like I said, I'm yours now."
"You're mine." He says, and pulls you to him to kiss you once again.
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