Love Bites (Wheeler Yuta x fem! Reader)
word count: 2,155
warnings: kissing, biting
summary: your best friend does something unexpected during training
“It’s so cool that you have this in your apartment!” Wheeler commented, big grin on his face as he took in the red, padded mats spread out all over the floor of your spare room. You had recently switched apartments, and now you had an extra bedroom that you wanted to utilize for training. Wheeler Yuta was the first person you told, honestly you were searching for any excuse to spend more time with your best friend.
“I’m so happy I could put this here,” you said, “You can use it any time you want!”
He smiled, “Are you sure? ‘Cause I’ll definitely take you up on that.”
“You’re always welcome to come hang out with me, Yoots. Let’s stretch and get started.”
You hadn’t trained with Yuta before. To be honest, the idea had you quite stressed, as you’ve been trying to hide the fact your heart races anytime he’s in the same room as you. But at the same time, you always missed him whenever you two spent time apart. During the AEW shows, he had to spend all his time with the Death Riders, so you didn’t get to hangout with him as much as you would like. Sometimes after shows if he wasn’t exhausted, he would come hang out with you in your hotel room to watch a movie and you two would cuddle. You’d be surprised if he hadn’t already noticed the rapid beating of your heart whenever he holds you. Inviting him over was worth the risk though, you genuinely missed his company and the way he makes you laugh.
“What do you wanna work on today?” You asked him.
“Actually, I was thinking it would be fun if we just sparred for right now. From there we could get some ideas on things to work on, we can take a break to do that,” he said, giving you a small smile.
You smirked, “Oh, are you sure? I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.”
He chuckled, “Aww, it’s adorable that you think you could hurt me.”
“Do you wanna bet? I’ve got $20 that says I can tap you out!”
Wheeler’s jaw dropped slightly, a laugh threatening to come through, “You’re on. I’d love to see you try, sweetheart!”
Sweetheart.
The nickname made you swoon on the inside, the heat rising to your cheeks as you tried to bite back a smile. You circled up with Yuta, and as he tried to lock up with you, you faked him out and instead shot for his knee, taking him down. He let out a groan as he landed on his knees, and you figured this would be your best opportunity to go for a submission. It made most sense to go for an arm bar, since he was facing you on his knees.
Wheeler had it scouted, though, because as you reached for his arms, he was easily able to push you down so that you were laying on your back. He attempted to sit on top of you, but you moved your legs around his waist instead, a position called guard. Guard has its advantages, but using your legs for a submission was pretty limited without giving up control. You tried to shift your legs up to pull him into a triangle hold, but once you freed up a little bit of space, Yuta stood up, lifting you up with him.
You gasped for air as he slammed you down onto the mat, your back hitting the ground first. You grimaced as you felt the sting on pain run through your spine. Wheeler gasped and he let go of you, a deep frown now on his face. His eyes met yours, wide with concern.
“Are you okay?” He asked, moving his hands to your cheek. The pain in your spine didn’t linger, unlike his touch on your skin.
“Yes,” you answered, cheeks flushing at how attentive he was. His eyes were scanning yours, watching for changes in your expression. You both stood up, and he hesitated, feet planted on the ground as he stared at you.
“Sorry,” he said quietly.
You shrugged, “I’m not fragile, Yuta. I knew we were training today. So let’s train.”
“So tough!” he joked, the corners of his mouth turning up into that beautiful smile that you adored so much. You smiled back at him before motioning for him to continue. Once again you faked him out on the lock up, electing to tackle him instead.
He hit the floor with a groan, “No fair!” You immediately moved to sit on top of his rib cage, a position known as mount.
“I can’t believe you fell for that again,” you teased, reaching for one of his arms to lock into an arm bar. He intertwined his fingers together, and you tried to separate his hands but he kept tightening his grip.
“You’re a one trick pony. I’ve got your arm bars scouted,” he told you. “Also,” he paused, and you raised your eyebrows at him. He shifted his hips up, which threw you off of him. You landed on your stomach on the mat, and soon you could feel Wheeler’s body flush on top of yours.
Your face instantly felt hot, and his arm wrapped around your neck, pulling you into a chokehold. If you hadn’t landed on your stomach, you would’ve been able to move out it. His full weight was pressed on top of you, leaving you with no options. You tried to shift your hips, to see if you could create some space and maybe work with that. However, the action just made you painfully aware of the fact his hips were pressed right on your butt. Nowhere to go, you tapped out, needing him to release you while your dignity was still in tact.
Yuta let go of the hold and got off of you, but that didn’t change the fact that your entire body felt hot. He moved to sit beside you, and you couldn’t look at him, the feeling of heat still radiating off your body as arousal continued to sink in. You craved more, needing to feel him against your skin again, but he would never want that with you.
“Aw, your face is so red, did I have the hold on too tight?” He asked, one hand moving to cup your chin. His cheeks were pale as he looked at you, eyes narrowed as he likely checked for signs of pain.
“Yeah,” you lied, not wanting to admit the real reason for your flushed face.
He pressed his lips together for a moment, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think I had it on that tight. Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
“I’m okay, Yoots. Just give me a second and we can go back to me kicking your ass!”
He chuckled, worried frown easing up into a small smile, “Oh, you’re the one that just tapped out, sweetheart. I believe you owe me $20.”
Sweetheart. There it was again! How were you supposed to cool down if he was busy calling you pet names that shut down your entire nervous system? And he said it with a smirk too, devious smile that you made you crave him through your core.
“Best two out of three,” you specified, but also, it made you so nervous to think that it would mean having to continue being so up close and personal with the person you craved the most.
As you circled up, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get Yuta to fall for a fake out once again. Instead, you decided you would jump into a guillotine hold, your legs wrapped around his waist, left arm moving to wrap around his neck.
“Shit,” you heard him mumble, and now you could feel his breath on your neck, heavy as you started to tighten the hold.
Your heart raced again at the intimacy, the way you could clearly smell his mahogany cologne against your skin, but you needed to progress the hold in order to not lose the bet. You sank your hips down, trying to get him to lose balance and to fall with you. That wasn’t enough, so you rolled your hips against his once again, your body heating up when you realized his bulge was lined up with your heat. Oh. You were grinding on the poor guy! His beard scraped against your neck, but honestly, the bitter sensation just made you crave him more.
Yuta fell forward, and you kept your grip tight on him, trying not to give him any openings to escape. His weight was on you once again, and you were grateful that he couldn’t see how red your face was. You could still feel his breath on your neck, causing goosebumps to form. He tried to pry your grip off of him, but you kept the hold tight. Just a few more seconds until he had to tap out, you hoped. He was shifting constantly, and you knew that would wear him out.
The harsh feeling of his teeth ripping your flesh into the side of your neck made you moan out, unexpected, and far too loud to be discreet. It was like the world paused. He froze on top of you, and you immediately released your grip around his neck. How were you supposed to face him? You were so glad that his head was still buried in your neck. But did he really have to bite you like that? He slowly lifted his head up, his eyes wide as he looked at you. You could feel your shoulders tense up, and you were terrified to try to move.
“That’s what you like?” He asked, quietly, and you nodded slowly. It was too late to go back at this point.
You expected him to make some sort of comment, one to make you feel better about embarrassing yourself like this. Instead he reached a hand up to your cheek, slowly closing his eyes as he leaned in. His lips met yours, shockingly, and you could feel the tension in your shoulders start to disappear. You kissed him back, not willing to let this opportunity expire.
Wheeler Yuta was in your house, kissing you like he needed you. His lips moved against yours, fast, no intention of taking it slow.
You reached a hand up to pull his hair, causing him to let out a low groan. You could feel the arousal pooling between your thighs, and he pulled away from the kiss, eyes wide with lust. He leaned his head down, pressing a gentle kiss to the spot where he had bitten you at. You let out a needy sigh at the attention, and you could feel him start to smirk against your neck. His hands moved down to your sides, roaming your waist as he kissed your neck. A soft bite to your flesh had you moan again, Yuta pulled away again.
“So vocal for me,” he commented, moving to press a soft kiss to your lips.
“Is that what you like?” You asked him, before kissing him again.
“Yeah,” he said lowly, “I can show you some more things I like.”
You nodded eagerly at him, and wasted no time in pulling him in for another kiss. This time your hands finally wandered his body, feeling up his abs under his shirt. One of his hands moved to your legs, holding you in place so he could grind against you. You moaned against his lips at the feeling, arching your back up into him when you could feel him harden against your heat. You broke the kiss, hands starting to reach for your shirt. You stripped it off, and Yuta started to press kisses against your collarbone. You moaned softly once again, one hand moving up to tangle in his long hair.
“Do you want me?” He asked, tilting his head up so he could maintain eye contact with you.
“I need you,” you specified, trying to fulfill the throbbing need between your thighs.
As he leaned in to kiss you again, the sound of loud ringing coming from his bag filled the room. You groaned when he pulled away, practically pushing off of you. He frantically answered his phone, eyes wide before he turned his back to you.
“R-right now?” You heard him ask on the phone, “It has to be right now?”
You sat up, letting out a sigh as Wheeler paced your matted room.
“I’ll be right there, I’m leaving right now!” He said quickly, and you stood up, starting to walk over to him. He hung up the phone, practically sprinting to his bag, though clearly erect through his sweatpants.
You pouted, “You're really leaving?”
“I don’t have a choice!” He snapped, causing your jaw to drop. Nothing else was said as he marched out the door, and you were left to deal with the disappointment all on your own.
part two