PARTITION, PLEASE.
DEAN AMBROSE x FEM!READER
୨୧ author's note — this is my first ever fic written and posted on tumblr... bear with me ! also not totally proofread. based off of the song partition by beyoncé. any photos posted were edited by me unless stated otherwise, all writing below written by me; please do not steal without credit. feel to take inspiration! i am also open to criticism, one thing i ask is please be a little nice. 💔
୨୧ synopsis — after slipping into an in-ring relationship with dean ambrose, the two of you only seem to get closer outside of the ring as well. the growing relationship isn't lost on producers, seeing as they ordered the two of you to arrive at the hall of fame together, things accidentally get a bit... heated inside the car.
୨୧ tags — 18+. smut. minors do not interact. jonathan good/dean ambrose (mentions/use of both names) x female reader. reader is also a wrestler. reader is apart of the wyatt family. sleazy dean ambrose. no use of y/n. semi-public sex. teasing. car sex. almost caught? dirty talk. both are sort of dominant? fingering and handjobs. hair pulling. (turning into) friends with benefits. hickey(s). attempted porn with plot. not quite sure how to tag...
୨୧ extra — word count 4,158. set around the year 2013, during the shield's peak. lots of build up before the actual sex stuff, i love details if you can't tell.
↑ belongs to cafekitsune
The day it happened was memorable.
Starting that Monday off by training with your group, then being approached by producers to be informed of a promo you'd have to cut later that night. You and the Wyatt family would be facing The Shield for a confrontation, although those usually lead to fights.
While Bray, Luke, and Erick's jobs were to face Seth, Roman, and Dean, your job was to play as a distraction in case—which everyone already knew they would—things went astray.
The time came quickly after hours of preparation beforehand; the Wyatt family was already in the ring speaking to the crowd when The Shield interrupted. You stood in the center of the ring close beside Luke, your eyes glued to the men.
Though, there was one in particular you seemed to not be able to look away from. Dean Ambrose, the Lunatic Fringe himself.
He stared back, a slight smirk growing on his face throughout the entire thing as he edged away from his partners. When the fight broke out, he was quick to get to you.
One fist moved firmly around your throat as your faces inched closer, the corner of his lips tugging up as he whispered to you, "Hello, beautiful." Before the words finished leaving his mouth, Erick snatched him away.
The tension in that moment had fans going crazy; after that, you were beyond screwed.
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The knock on your hotel door was harsh, seemingly eager. You had just finished the final touches of your makeup as you glanced over at your clock, thinking maybe you were late and it was a staffer coming to rush you. Reading the clock, you noticed you still had plenty of time left before it started.
Standing from your seat in front of the large vanity mirror with a sigh, you gave yourself one last look over.
Adorned in a red dress that hung around your body in all the right places, as well as a slit up your thigh, you decided you were ready enough.
Quickly grabbing up a purse that matched your dress, you made sure you had everything you needed before turning.
Just as you did so, they knocked again, harder and more eager this time. Moving in annoyance, you increased your speed as you walked to the door and snatched it open without even checking who it was.
Finally settling your eyes on the individual, you were taken aback. Instead of one of your friends or a staffer, it was Dean Ambrose. You were stunned, just staring silently.
He smiled mischievously when the surprise registered on your face.
He wore a nicely tailored suit, the tie already loosened, the jacket unbuttoned as well. It was strange seeing him dressed up so properly, the look not fitting him at all.
Though, you weren't complaining. He looked good.
Leaning against the doorframe, he chuckled once he noticed you were still staring. The sound made you tense and blink, dragging yourself back to the present.
"Why are you here?" You questioned, voice slightly shaking before you cleared your throat.
He shrugged, head cocking to the side a tad. "Was just told I had to get you. Boss's orders." He rolled his eyes, but when they settled back on you, the look he had made you skeptical.
"Well, I wasn't told that." You crossed your arms, standing a little straighter. Dean's eyes flashing down shamelessly at the change of position before flashing back to your eyes once more.
Just then, one of your managers rounded the corner in a hurry. She slowed when she saw Dean, guessing you already knew now. Despite that, she still walked up to your door.
"You're riding with Dean." She stated, words coming out in a flurry, barely giving you time to register it all.
She was gone again before you could question her, leaving you just staring at her retreating form when Dean laughed beside you again.
You glanced over at him, arching a brow. "Guess you were right." You admitted, now feeling bad for being so suspicious.
He hummed in response, pushing away from the doorframe. "Always am." His voice dripped with confidence, making your stomach flip in on itself. Dean leaned in a tad bit closer. "Ready to go?"
Checking your purse once more for everything you needed, you nodded. He offered his arm to you, despite knowing it was purely performative, you still took it anyways as you made your way to the car together.
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The day you and Dean had finally interacted in the ring, you found yourselves interacting more often.
With the producers attempting to push some sort of relationship, you two began speaking outside of the ring as yourselves. You were quick to realize Jonathan wasn't so different from Dean after all.
He was highly egotistical and had high confidence no matter what. Jonathan was fat-mouthed and shameless, tending to flirt and allude to sexual themes often when speaking with you. He was just as cruel outside of the ring, too, more often than not getting into fights backstage and elsewhere.
Despite yourself, you found yourself attracted to him in a way. It wasn't really a you wanted a relationship way; it was more of a—let's say—how far could you push his flirting until he backed off? Since you were positive he didn't really mean it, you figured he'd back off immediately.
As you two finally settled in the limousine ordered for you both, the driver took off.
Dean stared at you as you sat a few feet away, staring out the opposite window. He then turned to face the front, leaning up to stick his head through the partition window.
Music started to play as he leaned back, some overplayed rock music coming from the speakers. Dean returned his gaze back to you, spreading his legs wider and leaning further back against the seat.
"Why don't you come over here and talk to me?" He drawled, one hand resting on his thigh while the other slightly patted the seat right beside him.
You looked over, eyes glued to his spread thighs. You caught yourself and looked up to his face, eyes narrowing. "Why?"
He smirked as he realized where your gaze had dropped, his hips pressing forward teasingly. "Because I don't like being lonely." Dean's bottom lip jutted out in a feigned pout.
You stared at him in silence for a split second before you smiled, finally deciding it was time to push how far he was truly willing to go. Scooting closer, you sat less than a few inches beside him, your arms brushing. He wrapped said arm around your back, tugging you closer as his lips brushed your hair.
"Much better, yeah?" Dean teased, pointer finger rubbing small shapes on your exposed shoulder. You tilted your head, eyeing him with intent.
"So much..." You hummed, shifting your body to face him more as your legs pressed together. Your head cocked slightly as you looked at him, plotting silently in your head for what your next move would be.
He spoke up before you did, his finger still moving mindlessly on your shoulder. "You look stunning tonight." He mused, voice dropping with innuendo.
You smile, raising a hand to brush against his loose tie. "Yeah? Could say the same about you." You tug the tie, pulling his face just inches from yours. "Just making a little adjustment..." Your voice dropped, not moving your hand from the tie.
Dean laughed, taken by surprise at your sudden bold move. His other hand drifted from his thigh to yours, lying right over the slit of your dress. "What are you doing?" He hummed, leaning just a slight bit closer as his hand gripped your thigh.
"Same thing you are apparently." His grip on your thigh made you tense, your eyes narrowing.
"How much for you to break?" You question, hand releasing his tie. Instead of pulling away, your fingers traced his collar slowly.
He laughed, the sound shattering your hopes. He said nothing yet, and you already knew what it meant. He wasn't going to break. He wasn't going to back off as you expected.
You knew you had trapped yourself at this point. Yet, you sat there wondering, did you really want him to?
Of course you didn't. Deep down inside you under doubts of him not really meaning anything he did, you wanted him to. You needed him to.
Without answering your question, Dean pressed his face forward, seeking the warmth of your lips.
Determined to make him work for it, your hand flew to his chin and gripped it roughly, trying to push his face away. Despite you trying your hardest, his lips pressed firmly against yours.
Your eyes widen in surprise, not anticipating he'd actually do it. The hand he had on your shoulder drifted to the back of your head, holding it firmly as he continued kissing you.
Forcing your head away, you finally pulled out of the kiss. He only laughed as your lips disconnected, his fingers twisting to tangle in your hair against your scalp. "C'mon, doll." He drawled.
He twisted his body to face you, one leg curled up into the seat. His hands never left your body, one holding your head while the other slowly started to move under your dress.
"Why should I?" You question, breathless as if you had just ran a marathon only from a little kiss. The effects of said 'little kiss' had on you were obvious.
Your heart pounded in your chest like goddamn drums, goosebumps spread across your entire body while the area between your legs got wetter.
"Because I can tell you want it just as much as I do, don't you?" He teased, pressing his face in closer as your noses touched. His hand was inching closer to your inner thigh by the second.
You used your free hand to stop it, eyeing him dangerously. "Can't you at least say please?" Finally recovering from your momentary distraction, you gained your fire back. Still just as determined to make him work for it, you tugged his hand away from your leg.
"What's the fun in that?" He groaned, trying to fight back as you moved his hand.
The unwillingness to give up in the both of you made the air in the car tense and heavy, even unsettling you for a moment.
The grip you had on his chin tightened, your head slightly tilting in warning. He smirked in response, being encouraged by your responses. "Spicy." He murmured, your hold making it a little hard to talk.
He tightened his grip in your hair, tugging your head back. He stared in silence for a moment before sucking in a deep breath, looking as if he were forcing himself to speak. "Please?"
His words held no real emotion, only coming off as mocking. Your lip curled, dissatisfied. "Really?" You scoff, pressing his head further away from yours. He only tugged yours closer.
"Driver." You called out over the music, almost forgetting he was even there. You never looked away from Dean as the driver called back. "Roll up the partition, please." Without further questioning, all you heard was the squeak of the blacked out window, rolling up.
He was on you in a flash. The partition hadn't even been up for more than a second before he pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss, groaning into your mouth.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you finally gave in, hand softening its grip on his chin, now drifting to his cheek as you held him close. He smiled against your mouth, the cocky action already having you wanting to shove him away again.
You also released your grip on his other hand, him taking it as an invitation to continue his adventure. His fingers moved quickly up your thigh, gliding with purpose.
You spread your legs in response, moaning into his mouth as his fingers skimmed the sensitive flesh.
He pulled away, kissing at your jaw. "See? What did I say?" He laughed against your kiss, looking up through thick lashes to watch your expressions.
Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with annoyance. "You're making me regret it already." You warned, but your emotions did a quick 360 as his fingers brushed your cunt.
You gasped, not fully expecting it. He smirked, tilting his head to suck on the skin under your jaw. After a few seconds he pulled away, eyes flicking down to admire the hickey he left before looking back to your eyes.
"Am I?" He teases, fingers pressing harder against your panty clad pussy. You grab the side of his head a little harder, shifting your hips.
"Yeah, you are." You said one thing, but your body was screaming another as he felt you getting wetter beneath his fingers already.
Your hand dropped from his face and pressed against his thigh before starting a journey similar to his, moving it to his crotch. You pressed your palm roughly down on his imprint, his hips pressing forward in response.
Dean hissed at the sensation, the grip he had on your hair tightening some more. "What? Can't handle your own medicine?" You laugh out, rubbing your palm down even harder.
His hips shuddered, his eyes narrowing into a death stare. "You're pushing it, doll." He growls out in a warning, lips finding your neck as he slowly starts to kiss at it, teeth grazing it slightly.
You suck in a breath at the feeling, moving your hand to unbuckle his belt and such, it being hard with one hand but you managed eventually. He moved his fingers to press down over your clothed clit as you shoved your hand down his pants.
Your hips bucked forward, eyes fluttering slightly. Dean's hips mirrored your action, pressing his cock against your hand as it slipped under his boxers. "Fuck." He groaned into your skin, shamelessly humping his cock into your touch almost desperately.
You couldn't help but smile at the effect you were having on him, but the smile quickly faded as you moaned loudly. His fingers pushed your panties to the side as they delved into your wetness, pressing down almost a little too hard once more on that sensitive bundles of nerves.
"Feel that?" His voice is hoarse as he pulls away from your neck, pulling away to stare you directly in the face. "All for you... You gonna help me?" Dean's lips quirk up into a cocky smile as his fingers move down your slit, middle finger pressing against your entrance.
You suck in a breath, letting it out in a shaky sigh. "Here?" You asked stupidly.
"Yeah, here." He confirmed, pushing his middle finger inside you. You gasped at the feeling, eyes rolling as you grabbed his cock.
"Fuck!" You speak a little too loudly and his hand on your hair releases, instead moving around your face to cover your mouth. He leans in close to your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "Shhh... Don't wanna be too loud, now do we?"
His brow arched, that stupid smile never leaving his face. Your eyes opened once more, glaring at him as you slowly shimmied down his pants and boxer with your hand, struggling to free his cock but once again managed.
He moaned quietly at the feeling of cool air hitting his heated cock, your hand moving to wrap around the base of it. It was a bit larger than you had expected, having a bit more girth than what you were used to.
"Good girl." He praised in a mocking purr as his finger curled inside you, making you moan against his hand. His cocky smile just kept growing larger every second, making your blood boil at his audacity.
You squeezed his cock a little too hard, making him shove his ring finger deep inside you, joining the other. Wasting no time, he started to finger you, shoving the digits knuckle deep. He curled them, searching for something—and found it successfully.
"Oh?" He cooed, watching as your hips bucked forward suddenly, a high pitched moan coming from your mouth. "That feels good, doll?" He pressed his lips to your exposed neck once more, placing them right over your pulse point to feel your heart racing.
"I bet it does." He hums, licking a stripe over that area. You regained your senses and started to stroke his cock, making his fingers inside you slow momentarily before he moved them again. He curled them over and over with purpose. Purpose to make you see stars, to beg for release.
Dean moved his hand from your mouth, tangling back into your hair. He tugs it back, exposing more of your neck to him as he kisses and sucks lightly at it. He wanted so badly to mark you up, leaving hickeys all over your neck. But there was a part of him that was still sane, reminding him of where y'all were headed. That one hickey pushed the limits, but it was barely able to be seen from a normal angle.
"So desperate." You groan out, resting your head back against his hand as you continued to stroke his cock, rubbing your thumb over his tip with every up stroke.
"Can't help it." His words were muffled against your skin as his head dropped to your collarbone, teeth grazing the skin.
His hips pressed desperately into your hand, rolling forward with every down stroke. Dean groaned at the feeling, his hips stuttering and bucking.
"Feels so good..." He groans into your skin, his fingers curling inside your pussy still. The sweet noises you made spurred him on, even furthering his own pleasure as his cock twitched in your hand. His movements suddenly became erratic as you increased your speed, eliciting a deep moan from him.
"Gonna cum already?" You teased, laughing slightly but it was quickly replaced by gasps and whimpers. His fingers pulled out slightly, only to thrust back in and rub roughly over your g-spot.
Your vision blurred for a second. He had been offended by your jab at his inability to last long, seeing as he was seconds from cumming and you still had a bit to go.
He was beyond determined to make you cum before him. He kissed up your neck, teeth snipping at the skin gently before yours lips grazed. "Not before you." He growled in a promise, pressing your mouths together to drink in your noises.
He shifted his hand, pressing his thumb to your clit. Your mind short circuited suddenly, hand stilling on his cock. The feeling had you clenching around his fingers, sending shocks of nothing but pure pleasure up your spine.
He laughed into the kiss, knowing he was going to be fulfilling his promise very soon. He held your head firmly in the kiss, fingers tugging at your hair.
Dean's thumb moved expertly around your clit in small, short circles, the pads of his fingers massaging your g-spot roughly. Your mind was starting to go blank at the sudden increase of pleasure, a heat coiling in your lower stomach.
You resumed your strokes on his cock, stroking faster with purpose. You were both fighting now, to see who could make who cum faster.
It didn't take long for you to be on the edge of orgasm, the building rapidly in your loins. You moaned desperately into the kiss turned sloppy, nothing but all tongue and teeth. He continued to hold your head while his other hand worked you closer and closer to his goal.
You didn't let yourself be distracted even as your thoughts slowly turned incoherent, your hips grinding against his hand. You kept moving your wrist on his cock, stroking up and down quickly, rubbing your thumb over his tip every chance you got.
He was moaning back into your mouth just as you were his, the sound mixing together in an erotic symphony with the music that still continued to play.
You could feel his hips starting to shudder, his cock leaking more pre-cum than it previously had been. You managed to smile in the kiss, knowing he was closer than you were still. Maybe Dean realized that too as he slipped in a third finger.
The stretch burned, making you hiss into his mouth. The added pressure against your g-spot had you seeing stars, making you writhe on the leather seats. You squeezed your hand around his cock as you stroked with more enthusiasm.
Dean finally pulled out the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours as he breathed heavily, moaning freely without shame. The sounds he made had you clenching around his fingers, even making you stroke faster as your wrist began to ache.
You were determined to get as many of those noises out of him as you possibly could. Suddenly, his head dropped down to your shoulder where you then felt his teeth sink into the skin over your dress strap. Lucky enough for you, the fabric was wide enough to (hopefully, at least), hide the bite mark he'd surely leave behind.
His hips bucked erratically, his cock pulsing in his palm as his cum started to coat your hand. You thought at the last second as you cupped your hand, holding it over his tip to catch it all so it didn't drop onto his clothes and leave a mess.
His fingers pressed faster inside you, the sight of him in pure bliss sending you spiraling over the edge just as fast.
You groaned, letting your head fall back, your hips pressing away from his hand as your orgasm crashed over you.
You gasped, sucking in a deep breath as your thighs closed around his hand, trying to still it as they continued to help you ride out your high. Your pussy fluttering, your juices gushing and coating his hand in your arousal.
He released his teeth from your shoulder, kissing over it to help soothe the pain. Dean then smirked, giving your clit and g-spot one last finally massage before slowly removing his hand.
You felt yourself clenching around nothing, the intensity of the whole thing leaving you both breathing heavy. You returned your hand back to your lap, making sure it remained face up and slow moving so no cum dripped anywhere.
You forced your eyes open, looking at him through blurred vision. "What the hell do I do with this?"
Dean looked down at your hand, using the hand he just fingered you with to grab it. He gently holds your wrist, guiding your hand up carefully to your mouth.
You stare at him with wide, surprised eyes. He gives you a knowing look, smirking. "What? It's the best way." He nudges your head towards your hand with the hair still in your hair, waiting for you to do it.
You shoot him a glare, but you knew it was your fault for catching it knowing you had no napkins. "Fine." You look to his cum in your hand and lick it off.
He watched, his softening cock threatening to harden at the delicious sight in front of him. "Fuck, girl." He sighed out, releasing your hair and wrist as you finally cleaned your hand.
You glared at him as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking your own juices off his hand.
Now you understood the reaction. The way he licked his fingers made you think he was starving for it. You felt the fire start to start again before forcing yourself to look away.
Just then, the driver slightly cracked the partition. "We're here."
Your heart dropped at the words, feeling the car pull to a stop. Dean was quick to fumble with his belt, shoving his cock back inside his boxers and pants, returning to normal.
"Just a moment!" You called back as the partition rolled back up. "Fuck..." You freak out, moving to fix your panties as you grab your phone and lipstick from your purse.
You looked a mess, looking at yourself in your camera. Your hair was fucked up, your lipstick almost completely gone due to his lips. You quickly reapplied your lipstick, trying to fix some of the smeared lipstick the best you could.
He just laughed as he watched you trying to make yourself not seem fucked out. You elbowed him before reaching to fix your hair. Once you made it look decent enough again, you turned to him.
"Fuck you, by the way." You shake your head, trying to wipe away the lipstick that covered his lips.
"I know you want to. How about after this?" He teases, just as the chauffeur opens the door. You jump, flashes from paparazzi filling the car as you remove your hands from his face.
You glare at him, shaking your head in disappoint as you start to get out the car.
What a fucking night this would be..
