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Be a little Rough (Brandon Cutler X reader)

Summary- Reader loves being with Brandon, but she wishes he would be a little rougher in bed

AN- Not nearly enough Brandon Cutler fics, let’s change that. Got this idea after see his tweets about being daddy long legs. Shoutout to my fellow Brandon lover @junglecassidy

Sex had never been anything but great with him. He was the first guy to actually care if I got off or not, but there was something missing. I wanted him to be rough, to take control, but I didn't want to mess anything up. Everything was perfect, and what if he looked at me like I was crazy and left me right then and there?

"Y/n? You still there?" I blinked a few times as Brit took me out of my head and back to the real world.

"Ya Sorry, what are we talking about?" I asked looking back to her. We were both backstage getting ready for our tag match. We had been tag partners for a bit on the independence stream, and had gotten back together when we signed to AEW.

"I was asking how things were going with Brandon." She said stretching a bit.

"Oh it's going great. He's definitely the best guy I've been with, especially after Kenny." I said thinking about my break up with Kenny about two years ago. It had broken me, and had been really hard to get over.

"As happy as I am that your over him, you know what I mean, how's the sex?" She clarified wiggling her eyebrows at me. Most would be uncomfortable about talking about that kinda of stuff in public, but with Brit I was used to it.

"Same as it was last time. He's super sweet, and great in bed.."

"But....."

"But, I wish he would take control sometimes, be a little rough you know?" I tried explaining.

"I really think you should talk to him about that. I mean, maybe he'd be down for it." She offered but I just shook my head.

"Maybe one day. Now come on, we've got to go beat the shit out of the Nightmare sisters." I said wrapping my arm around Brit as we made our way to the ring.

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Me and Brit stood with our arms held above us, smiles on our faces. I motioned first a mic so I could speak. But as I waited I noticed that Brandon wasn't standing where he normally did for tappings. I quickly pushed that away as I had a mic pushed into my hands.

"Another Wednesday goes by, and another week of beating the shit out of anyone who gets in our way!" I said a big smile on our face. "But, I think something's missing, do t you Brit?"

"Oh absolutely! I mean, we are the greatest tag team. And I think we deserve something for that." She explained. "We deserve tag team championships." The limited crowd around us started getting really excited at that.

"And until we get that, we will be protesting. If Tony Kahn wants any of his women to survive, he will give us what we want." I said boldly. We rolled out of the ring and grabbed Red Velvet by here hair and yanked her into the ring and we started beating on her. The crowd around us was booing, but we didnt stop until a few refs pulled us off.

As we walked backstage we had our hands running across our waist to show we would be champions. "Good job out there." Cody said nodding to us we got backstage.

"Thanks" we called out as we continued walking. "You gonna stick around for the rest of the show?" Brit asked as we got to the locker room.

"Depends on if Brandon needs to stay. Even then I might leave to take a nice bath. The hotel bathroom is pretty nice." I pointed out as I slid on some sweatpants and one of Brandon's sweatshirts.

"Your not changing?" She asked making a face as she grabbed some cloths.

"Did you not jus here me? I'm going to leave and take a bath, no point in changing." I said picking up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder. "I'll see you latter." I called out as I heard one of the showers start.

I wandered around backstage looking for Brandon but couldn't find him. He wasn't answering his phone and I was getting slightly worried. Where could he have gone? Just as I was about to go ask Matt and Nick my phone let out a small ping for a message. All it said was 'Meet me back at the hotel'

I frowned looking at the message. Another one fallowed quickly. 'You can take the car. Don't ask questions.' This confused me more. How was he going to get back? Why was he having me leave? I started to type out a message when another one popped up. 'I said no questions'

"Fuck it." I mumbled as I made my way to the car. I threw my stuff in the back and climbed in. As I drove I listened to the music, humming a bit. I was tired and ready to take a bath and get to bed. The more o thought about it the more I figured Brandon had to do a bit or something for the show.

When I finally got to the hotel I forced myself to hurry to our room. I could barely keep my eyes open as I pushed the door open. I saw Brandon's shoes by the door, as I slipped mine off. He must have gotten done earlier then expected.

"Hey babe." I called out setting my bag down. I didn't get a response but walked towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower real quick." Just as I reached for the door I felt hands land on my waist making me jump in surprise. "Brandon, what are-"

I was cut off as he spun me around and our lips met. It wasn't the slow sweet one I was expecting but hard and rough. His tongue pushed past my lips and into my mouth making me moan. My hands went up to grip his shoulders, witch let me know he didn't have his shirt on. Finally he pulled back a bit, both of us breathing heavily.

"What was that?" I asked my hands running over his shoulders. Without answering he pulled me into another kiss. His hands slid down to the back of my thighs and squeezed lightly. He pulled back just a bit.

"Up." He mumbled before moving to kiss my neck. I jumped lightly letting my legs wrap around his waist. One of his hands moved down to my butt, and the other moved up to the small of my back. My head fell back a bit allowing him more access to my neck, causing me to moan loudly.

"Fuck Brandon..." I mumbled as he walked towards the bed in the room. As he continued the assault on my neck he sat on the bed and I was now sitting on his lap. He pulled away and pushed me so I was standing in front of him.

"Strip." He said, his voice was rough like when he first got up in the morning. I was breathing heavily as my hands slid down and pulled the sweatshirt off, then the sweatpants. I looked up at him to see his eyes looking me up and down. Even though I wore this on live television every week I felt slightly nervous standing in front of him. "Keep going."

I brought my hands up to my back to unhook the back of my top, letting it fall onto the ground, leaving my breast bare in the cold air. I bent down a bit to push my bottoms down and step out of them, leaving me completely bare. I bit my lip lightly as Brandon watches me. He makes a come here motion with his finger so I walked up to him. He stood up to great me his hands going straight to my hips.

"You always look so great in the ring, do you know how hard it is to sit on the side and watch you every week?" He questioned his hands rubbing little circles on my hips. I wasn't 100% sure what he had planned, but I could tell by the look in his eyes he was giving me an out right now. I could tell him to stop and he would. I reached up and pulled his head down kissing him again. It was a mix almost of the slow sweet kiss he normally did, and the fast rough one from a few minutes ago.

As we kissed he spun us around and pushed me back on to the bed, his body landing almost on top of mine. When he pulled away I reached down and pulled lightly at his shorts. "I don't think it's fair that I'm naked, and you still have your pants on." I panted still trying to catch my breath from that kiss. He chuckled and stood up, taking both his pants and boxers off. My eyes fell to his dick, it was hard and caused my mouth to water. I moved a bit, intending on going to my knees, but Brandon's Body was blowing me, and my hands were pined to the bed above me.

"Maybe another time. I just want to fuck you." He said bluntly. He bent his head down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I threw my head back moaning as his teeth raked over the sensitive bud. He moved between the two of them, giving each one equal time. I was so occupied by the felling I didn't notice Brandon shifting until his shaft was pushing into me.

"F-fuck Brandon!" I moaned, my hands fisting the sheets as my back arched of the bed. He gave me a moment to get used to him before he started to move fast and hard making me cry out. He was letting out small grunts of his own has he thrust into me. Has he hit a sweeten point I get a spark go through my body.

"D-Daddy!" Both of us froze when I said that, my eyes going wide. Fuck, why would I have said that! Instead of getting angry or something Brandon started to trust headed.

"Fuck y/n, say that again." He mumbled biting my neck lightly.

"Daddy!" I moaned as he continued to thrust, his arms going down to push my legs up to his shoulders, the new angle giving me even more pleasure. "Fu-fuck daddy I need to cum." I painted, my eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck me to. Cum on my Dick y/n. Cum for daddy." That was all it took for me to come undone, practically screaming out as I came hard. He thrust a few more times before he pulled out and came on my stomach. He collapsed into the bed pulling me to him kissing my head.

"Fuck Brandon, where did that come from?" I asked looking up at him. He blushed a bit before explaining.

"I went to find you to tell you good luck before your match, and I heard you and Brit talking. You said you wanted me to be more rough." Now it was my turn to blush, a bit embarrassed that he caught me talking to Brit about that.

"Well, it was amazing." I said kissing his cheek. "All though now I definitely need a shower." I joked making him laugh.

"Is there room for two in there?" He asked winking at me causing me to laugh.

"I'm sure there is." I said sitting up and swinging my legs over the bed to stand up. I started to walk towards the bathroom and when I looked over my shoulder I saw Brandon still laying on the bed. "You coming daddy?" I asked, making him sit up immediately.

"Coming!"

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Eddie Kingston: "I Dare You"

Eddie Kingston x fem!reader

genre: smut, nsfw 18+

warning: nsfw 18+, sexual intercourse and oral (m+f), no protection used and foul language - also not proofread

summary: reader is in the elite and acts completely disgusted by eddie, even though he actually turns her on a lot unintentionally. mox brings it to his attention and tells eddie to turn reader on purposely next time

requested by: anonymous (I hope you enjoy!)

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This is an 18+ imagine. If you're not 18+, please read at your own discretion if you don’t intend on leaving this post. You’ve been warned. :)

I hope you all enjoy! I wanted this to take place before Double or Nothing, since it just made more sense in my head.

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You stood ringside next to Brandon Cutler, as Matt and Nick faced off against the Varsity Blonds. There was nothing for either of you to worry about since it was clear that Matt and Nick had this in the bag, but if you had to intervene...well, of course you would.

There wasn’t much for you to do since Nick, Matt, and Brandon had it covered. Really, all you had to do there was keep watch and look intimidating as possible so Julia Hart wouldn’t get any ideas. She knew better, but still got a face full of spray by Matt, which had made you cackle at her screaming.

When Matt and Nick had won, (why wouldn’t they?), you had entered the ring and celebrated with Don Callis who had just joined you. It was a perfect night until Jon Moxley and Eddie Kingston had shown up, a surprise attack in mind. Don, Brandon, and you had left the ring immediately; wanting to leave unscathed, after all you didn’t want to be anywhere near Eddie.

Eddie held such a unknowing power over you. His voice, his presence, how he carries himself; it was everything you liked in a man. Often times you wondered what would happen if he randomly stormed into the Elite locker room and he took you right then and there, just the two of you. This was something none of the Elite knew about and it needed to remain that way, especially because of their budding drama. So every time you’d see Eddie, you’d look at him in disgust and be the biggest bitch possible, but it was hard to contain your sexual desire.

You stared both Moxley and Eddie down as you watched them take off Matt and Nick’s shoes. You pretended to scoff as Eddie even took off Nick’s socks, the grin on his face making you twitch in your private area. “Are you serious?” You yelled out, waiting for them to notice you, which they did. Moxley laughed and all Eddie did was blow you a kiss before leaving the ring. You resisted the urge to feel something, the butterflies invading your stomach.

You had made sure Matt and Nick were okay before you all headed backstage. Don and Brandon had taken them to the medic, departing from you as you walked to the Elite locker room. Much to your luck, Eddie strode over to you before you could enter, a smirk on his face as he rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb. “Say Y/N, I know a secret about you, mami.”

Trying to keep up your hard exterior, you looked at Eddie stone-faced. “The hell are you talking about? Better yet, why are you even talking to me, Eddie? Do you have a death wish? ‘Cause I’m not about to play with you.” You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes, but you could feel yourself get wet just by being a few inches away from him.

It was almost as if Eddie knew what he was doing to you and he inched closer to you, getting closer the more you moved back and finally was close enough to where your noses almost touched. You felt like his prey that he had finally caught and it felt like the air was getting warmer, thicker. The sexual tension had more than amassed, practically grabbing you by the throat. Eddie chuckled, taking a few strands of your hair and twirling them with his index finger. “You know mami, you’re really bad at pretending as if things don’t turn you on. You act like a tough bitch, but really... you just want me to fuck you.”

He was right, but you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction... not yet, at least. “Now where the hell did you get that idea, hm, Eddie? As far as you and I know, I’d love nothing more than to be anywhere far from you.” Eddie tsk’d and shook his head, that sick grin that you loved to pretend to hate making an appearance on his face.

“So you actually don’t want me to do this,” Eddie’s left hand landed on your waist before moving to your ass and gripping it tightly, “Or this?” His right hand going up your shirt, his cold against your warm skin sending shivers down your spine as his fingers played with the band of your bra. You felt like putty in his hands, leaning your back against the locker room door. “If you touch me anymore out here, I won’t even hesitate doing what I gotta do in front of anyone.” You hissed, your eyes meeting his and the gaze never breaking, even as you opened the door to the locker room.

Eddie shut the door behind him and walked over to you, his hand gripping your hair. “So what’re you gonna do, huh?” He teased, wrapping your hair that was in his fist around his hand. Your legs wobbled as you were being toyed with, at his disposal. “I’m gonna give you the time of your life,” Your hands went from his neck down to his chest until you reached him on his pants. You gripped his cock through his pants and squeezed gently, smirking when you saw his demeanor do a complete 180. “Don’t think just because you turn me the fuck on that I’m still not a tough bitch, Eddie. I’ve waited for this for so long.”

It was Eddie’s turn to be back against the wall as you pressed a kiss against his lip, deepening it once he kissed you back. You toyed with his belt, unbuckling it and soon unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down as much as you could. You stroked his member as the two of you continued to kiss. Eddie would moan against your lips, the sensation of it getting you even more horny. You broke the kiss, looking him in the eyes as you began to kneel down. The gaze between you and him never broke, even when you had put his tip in your mouth. You teased him, licking all over the tip and only sucking that part.

“I’d be a fuckin’ fool to let you be in control like this, mami.” Eddie said, breathlessly as he put his hands behind your head. “You teased me far too much and I dare you to try that shit again after this.” He began to thrust into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again. Your gag reflex exposing you as he continued to thrust. Eddie liked it though, continuously muttering to himself about how hot and nasty you were. You could feel yourself getting wetter and you needed to touch yourself. Something about Eddie and him pumping his huge member in and out of your mouth made you want to go crazy; you felt so feral and only he could make you feel that way.

Eddie pulled his member out of your mouth, a long string of spit extending from his cock off of your lips. He motioned you to get up, which you did, and he walked you over to the bench. “Take all that off, I wanna bend you over.” His voice deepened a bit and god, did it drive you crazy. You followed his command, taking every bit of clothing off and kneeling against the bench. You turned to see Eddie stroking himself, pants fully off as he kneeled behind you. “You’re so sexy, Y/N. I can’t wait to eat that pussy,” Eddie moaned, positioning himself correctly so he was face to face with your pearl. He took you by surprise when he gripped your ass and arched your back even more, that first lick down your wet folds making you gasp.

Eddie paid no mind to your gasp, going to town as he ate you out. His tongue would flick against your clitoris, thrust against your hole, and lap at your folds. He entered two fingers in you and you were a whimpering mess, his fingers thrusting in and out of you quickly. Eddie fingered you as he began to make a move on a different hole, licking all over. You didn’t peg Eddie to be a man that ate ass, but he continued to surprise you. “Oh fuck Eddie,” You cried, laying your head against the bench.

Eddie removed his fingers and his lips from your private area. You heard his lips smack as he sighed in delight. He rubbed his tip against your wet folds, the both of you moaning from the friction. Eddie lined himself against your hole and thrusted in, barely half of him in you. You gasped and clutched into the bench, feeling so full and stretched out already. “Eddie, you’re so fucking big,” You moaned, more and more of his length inserting you from behind. Eddie took a breath before moving anymore now that he was fully in, but then he had began to thrust with swift movement and pounded you hard. His hands laid on your waist as he took you from behind, your pussy making airy noises with every thrust. Your grip on the bench tightened as you cried out moans and unintelligible words to Eddie.

He continued to thrust, his hand wrapping around your hair once more as he pulled your hair back while his other hand began to rub your clitoris. “God this pussy is so good mami, I’m about to cum and we barely started.” Eddie whispered in your ear, biting your lobe right after. His pelvis smacking against your ass made you crave more of him; your hands reached back as far as they could and they gripped Eddie’s thighs, keeping them against you and made him thrust deeply in you. Because of that, he continued to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, your pussy tightening around him and that feeling was budding in you, ready to burst. “Oh Eddie, baby, I’m gonna cum,” You moaned, mouth wide open as you were close to releasing. “Mm, go ahead and cum, mami.” Eddie was a groaning mess, but his approval didn’t have to tell you twice and you came on his member.

You laid your head against the bench, moaning and gasping as Eddie kept going. He grunted with every thrust, sliding in and out. “Fuck I’m cummin’,” Eddie groaned, his thrusts not stopping as his sweet load entered you. He pulled out, but still kneeled behind you and watched as his cum dripped out of you. The two of you were breathless, taking in everything that had just happened. “I guess Mox was right, I do turn you on.” Eddie finally said after catching his breath and laying right next to you, which had gotten a laugh out of you.

You turned to look at him and smirked as you shrugged, “You turn me on and then some. At least now I know that you like me too.” The two of you got up and tried your best to freshen up, wanting to at least look somewhat presentable again. However, the only things on your mind was another round; and it seemed like this wouldn’t be the last time you two would be doing this.

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It Was All Good...Then in Comes Kenny

For previous parts, click HERE

Pairings - Adam Page x OFC, Matt Jackson x OFC x Kenny Omega, Chuck Taylor x OC

Categories - Fluff, Angst, Almost Smut

Warnings/Promises - Cussing (like always), sexual jokes, and well uh, almost smut

Summary/Desc - Adam and Gabby get into an arguement, Brianna has a rough day, Parker and Chuck finally talk, and Adriana gets into a, well, entanglement.

Back in Gabby’s life, her and Adam had bought a house in Ann Arbor Michigan where they planned to raise their baby. A baby boy named Ashen Page. 8 months into her pregnancy she was on lock down not knowing when the baby would come, other on Adam’s hand he still had to wrestle.

“He’s not home yet?” Parker said, “Nope.” Gabby sighed. Gabby and Parker were facetiming while she sat on their couch, waiting for Adam to arrive home. Minutes later she heard the sound of the door being unlocked, “Ok he’s here I’ll call you back.” She hung up the phone. Adam entered the house, hair in ponytail, luggage draped over his shoulder. “Hi baby!” Adam dropped his bags and ran to where Gabby was, “Hi!” 

They kissed, when Gabby noticed something...off, “Have you been drinking again?” “Of course not, babe.” Adam placed his hand on a frustrated Gabby's stomach. While she was pregnant, her and Adam promised he’d sober up, unless it was drinking for work. She immediately moved his hand off her, “I’m not fucking dumb Adam, I can taste the whisky in your breath.” she rolled her eyes. They sat down on the couch, “I was stressed about work and you and Ashen, I just had to.”

“You sound fucking dumb, if I can’t drink for 9 months, you can’t either.” Gabby shook her head in disappointment. “When are you gonna become more understanding Gabrielle, like fuck!”

“More understanding?! I’ve been nothing but understanding bro.” A tear ran down her face. “It’s like you want me to be this person that can wrestle, and be a great dad, and pleasure you, plus be your emotional support system? I can’t do it all.” “So what? Am I asking for too much? Because if I went to Joey and asked him to be my emotional support system, or fuck it. Go to him for sex them what would you do Adam?” Gabby wiped her tears, crossing her arms. “Really? Maybe I wasn’t wrong about you and Kenny then!” he shouted. 

“What is it Adam? You think we fucked? Kissed? Want each other? I’ve told you it's not like that at all. You're the only man I want.” Gabby teared up again. Adam couldn’t bear to see Gabby cry anymore, so he pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry about the drinking babe.” “It’s ok, I love you”. Adam used the tips of his thumbs to wipe the tears off her face, lifting Gabby’s shirt rubbing her baby bump. “Love you so much more.”

All the way over in Jacksonville, Brianna was getting ready to film a BTE bit. She had agreed to film with Brandon and Frankie Kazarian, and was a bit excited. “Alright, Brianna you ready?” Brandon asked, Bri nodded enthusiastically. “Kaz you ready?” She looked over at Frankie and he was glaring at her. “Yeah, I’m ready.” He said in a sharp tone.

She went back and got into place and Brandon started filming.

Bri was hunched over looking through Twitter on her phone, not watching where she was going. “OW- What the shit!?” Frankie Kazarian yelped. Bri quickly looked away from her phone to see that her foot was on top of Frankie’s heel. “Oh my god. I am so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going-” she rambled. Frankie was steamed. He was already angry, as usual, and this made it a MILLION times worse.

“You know what I am sorry for BRI-ANNA?” He asked quite loudly which made everyone turn to look at him. “I'm sorry that someone as talented as Joey Janela wasted his hard earned money on someone like you.” Bri opened her mouth to apologize again but was cut off. “HOW are you even back here? I don’t know if you have read the fucking signs EVERYWHERE, but this is for talent only! What talent do you have Bri? Besides getting on your knees for people other than the Lord himself?” Kazarian was extremely dramatic with everything he said during BTE- but this seemed a little too real.

“Like honestly, as soon as you get here you have Marq Quen following you around like you’re important; and then the very next day I SEE you talking to Cash Wheeler- who has only been here for a couple WEEKS?! I’m surprised you didn’t all go in a room together and fuck yourselves, or maybe you did.”

Bri was actually concerned. “How the hell does he know who I’ve been with… this wasn’t in the script?” She began to notice everyone around listening into her conversation whispering to each other. “This is so embarrassing.” she thought. “What else have you done here? You’re by far the LEAST relevant outta of your little friend group, and you crave attention so much - so now you got it! Should I go off and check everyone you’ve batted your eyelashes at since you’ve been here?” 

Bri shook her head no, but it was too late. “There was Marq of course, then when you got bored with him you crawled over to the new hottest thing; Cash Wheeler. But do they know who you’ve had between them?” Bri’s eyes slightly widened.  “You had made heart eyes, with not one but ALL members of Team Taz. What is wrong with you?! Two of them have families of their own, You damn homewrecker!” She saw some of the people backstage shake their heads. 

“Kaz… stop.” she mumbled under her breath. 

“Nah nah, don’t be quiet now you fucking cheater! Everyone has heard you, like when you thought since you were in a janitor closet with Austin Gunn no one would notice the strange moans coming out of them?” Shit. Bri was tired of hearing this man exposing her, “I told you - that wasn’t me. This arena is old, could have been a ghost Frankie.” she lied of course, but she would do anything to get out of this situation.  

“Last time I checked we were at a wrestling arena not a damn haunted mansion. Everyone is smart enough to know the difference between a moan full of fucking pleasure from a cry from a ‘ghost’.” 

Brandon Cutler began to lower his camera but Kazarian yelled at him. “Don’t you fucking dare cut this! We’re all about being real, well THIS right here,” as he points as Brianna, “Is as real as we’re gonna get. Because some people are stupid enough to let bitches like this come in here and suck off the whole roster.” Bri was shocked. 

“Who are you calling a bitch? I know the least important member of SCU isn’t talking. Let me talk to Scorpio.” she rolled her eyes, there was no way in hell this was getting posted online. “Sorry, he’s trying to stay away from women that seduces half of the indie wrestlers on Dark.” 

Bri slapped Frankie with tears starting to form into her eyes, “You ain’t shit.” and she meant every word. She didn’t care that Cutler was calling her name, or even some of the wrestlers trying to stop her- she had to get out of not only this situation, but the arena as fast as possible.

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“Why are there so many rooms in this damn arena?” Adriana questioned as she was acting like she was looking for Tony Khan’s office. She had been searching everywhere as Brandon Cutler followed her with his camera. The camera cut to her in front of the Elite locker room, raising her hand to knock at the door. A relieved Kenny popped in the doorway. “Oh Adriana, am I glad to see you!” He moved over and invited Adriana into the room, closing the door behind him. 

“Well, I would love to sit here with you Kenny, but could you show me where Khan’s office is-?” Kenny pushed his finger onto her lips making her shush. “Shhh, I can show you where his office is. But I need something from you since Matt is busy handling phone calls.” 

Her face lit up to the mention of Matt’s name, but she had to stay in character, so she immediately nodded and mouthed an okay. She sat down in the chair, across from the couch Kenny was sitting on. “You’re a little far, wouldn't you say?” he said as he began to shift to the edge. “Uhm, that depends what exactly am I doing?” As she looked at him with confusion. 

“Just move a little closer.” Kenny demanded. “We gotta get this over with.” Adriana’s mouth slightly fell open, in shock of the words coming out of his mouth. “I- I’m sorry. What do you mean get this over with-” Kenny chuckled, “No one was out there right- you came alone?” She nodded quickly, unable to speak; she could feel the room closing in on her, making her move her chair slightly to where he was on the couch. He looked at her weird, “Haha a little closer than that Adri.” 

He said as he leaned over folding his hands. “Well, how close do I have to be?” she tilted her head up giving him her full attention. “I mean…you’re still a little far for what we have to do.” She began to pull her chair forward, but Kenny pushed her back down lightly and stood up. “What WE have to do?” She asked, not understanding the signals he was giving to her. At this point she was losing it on the inside, he’s never been so forward with her. His hands began to adjust the band of his gray shorts. 

“Yea, hey you mind getting on your knees?” he asked with all seriousness in his voice making Adriana almost fall out of her chair. From the corner of her eye she could see Brandon��s eyes widened a bit. She looked up and saw a slight smirk from Kenny, which made her roll her eyes. “He knows what he’s doing.” she thought in the inside of her head. Kenny stood there , looking stupid as Adriana came back to reality. 

“O-on my knees? Are you sure?” As she began to crawl out the chair. “Uh yea- I know this isn't your first time, but I thought you would be more prepared.” he joked. She had almost let out a laugh. “Oh, and take that ponytail holder on your wrist and tie your hair up- this could get a little messy.” as he pushed his shorts down his legs- making her face to face with his package. She felt Brandon move closer to get a better shot of her face, and she wished he hadn’t. She shot her head back, letting out a sigh. “Damn, he is bigger than I thought.” She closed her eyes, and tried to gain control overself. She did a slight prayer as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly, waiting for Kenny. When he placed it in her mouth she was shocked, it was thick… but cold. 

She opened her eyes when she heard Kenny freaking out. “ADRIANA! STOP BEING RIDICULOUS! DID YOU SEE HOW WHITE MY LEGS ARE?” Adriana also started freaking out as she spat out a bottle of tanning spray. “STOP LOOKING AT MY RIDICULOUS QUAD DEVELOPMENT AND GET THIS GOD DAMN QUICK TAN ON MY LEGS STAT!” Kenny yelled.

 “YES- TAN! RIGHT, NOTHING ELSE.” as she scurried to pick up the bottle.  Adriana had struggled unloosing the cap not only because of the commotion, but because of the fact she thought she was about to get filmed for a porno with Kenny Omega. “ADRIANA! HURRY UP. THE COLOR OF MY ARMS, AND THE COLOR OF MY FACE DO NOT MATCH THE COLOR OF MY LEGS!” He pouted as she finally shook the can getting ready to spray but then it accidentally slipped out of her hands. “SPRAY MY LEGS!” 

She shot the cap throwing it somewhere in the room. “God, I’m an idiot.” she said to herself. “Sorry Kenny, I didn’t know they were this pale-” “MAKE THEM ORANGE!” He ordered, making Adriana spray faster. “Eh it’s looking… pretty good!” he said while examining his now newly tanned legs. “I knew I could count on you. Thanks.” he said. 

“You’re so welcome, sorry I don’t know why that was so hard for me to do.” She said as she got up from her odd position to sit on the end of the couch. “Why were you so freaked out-” He asked as he spotted the spray can top in the corner of the room. “I’m not sure honestly, it’s just something I do nowadays.” She lied, but he didn’t think anything of it. 

He took the can out of her hand and popped the cap back on as he sat next to her, “Anyways, since Matt isn’t in here. You should get over here and suck me o-”

Stolen Bit Partner

“Did you see how big his biceps were?” John Silver said, walking down the hallway with Alex and Parker, arms hooked. “You were right John, his milkshake sure does bring all the boys to the yard.” Parker said, chuckling slightly. Alex was about to protest what Parker was saying, but agreed. No one could deny that Wardlow was a beautiful human. The trio kept walking, talking about the man who’s locker room they had just left, when they bumped into another trio, one that Parker was very familiar with.

The Best Friends and Orange Cassidy.

They all stopped in their tracks. That’s when Alex detached from Parker, him and Chuckie going around in a slow circle, sizing each other up. Trent and John just looked at each other. And in the middle of all of this, Cassidy took off his glasses, and started looking Parker up and down.

The rotating finally stopped when Chuck spoke up, “You stole my bit partner, Reynolds.” “Oh, YOUR bit partner?”

And so the argument began, Trent bending down to get in Silver’s face, and Chuck and Reynolds pushing each other back and forth. Behind it all, Parker looked over to Orange and waved, but when he didn’t even give a sup motion, she turned away, a defeated look on her face.

“At least I’m not in a cult with a bunch of spooky perverts!” “Well these spooky perverts have a better hug than you guys!”

“What even is a ‘Johnny Hungie’?!” Trent yelled, “Well what the fuck is an ‘olive tit’ TRENT?!” “Boys, Boys! Please!” Parker yelled, standing between all of them. “Did they experiment on your brain!?” Chuck questioned, looking down at Parker. “What- Okay. No they did not experiment on my brain!”

“Did they TRAIN you to say that?” Trent said jumping at Silver. Parker pushed Trent back lightly. “Train Trent? What do you think we are? Some kind of cult?!” John argued. “Yes! That’s exactly what we’re saying.” Chuck answered.

“Y’know what?!” Alex grabbed Parker by the arm, “We’re leaving!”

Parker swatted Alex’s hand, that look on her face. “I think I’m going to...be on Sammy’s vlog instead.” She gave a nervous smile before walking behind the camera, “See ya Brandon.” “Uh, bye.”

Alex pointed his finger in Chuck’s face, Kool-Aid container still in his hand, “This isn’t over.” Reynolds and Silver walked away when Chuck mumbled, “We’re in the middle of a pandemic, keep your hand out my face.” Trent and Cassidy looked at each other while Chuck walked away. Trent shrugged one more time before following.

Orange just sighed, minding his own business.

Hungry Hungry Hippos

The room had conversation and laughter, when Trent spoke up, “Uh, BTE Championship match, triple threat.” The camera panned over to the left, “Marq Quen checking in.” Marq said with a smile, Isiah waving from behind him. The camera panned past Trent to the right, “Parker here, with uh, Chuck Taylor.” Chuck and Parker looked awkwardly at each other before Parker looked back at the camera, “My other friends decided to be dicks and not show up.”

Brandon pointed back towards Trent, who explained the game, “So uh, we’re playing the game Hungry Hungry Hippos, first one to get to two victories wins my BTE championship.”

The next scene showed all of them surrounding a table. “I am a GOAT at this game.” Marq said, rubbing his hands together. Parker pointed at him, “Oh yeah? Well prepare to lose Quen.” 

The game had started, and the game had almost fallen off the table. “Y’all are so aggressive!” Matt Jackson laughed, pointing out how seriously they were taking the game.

Marq had quickly gotten the first victory. Trent and Parker groaning at their defeat.

“Already halfway THERE.” “Shut up!” Trent and Parker said in unison.

And the games went on, until all of them were tied with one victory each.

The three looked at each other, before talking to their “coaches” for a moment. 

They had all returned to the table, and the tiebreaker had started. This round was definitely the most aggressive, with Trent actually trying, Marq jumping up and down making noises, and Parker trying to be as quick as possible.

When all the marbles were gone, they had each counted them up.

Trent had gone first, only having 5. Then Parker counted theirs, having 8. Marq counted the last of the marbles.

“Five, Six,” He pulled out the last marble, “Seven.” Marq had dropped to the ground, while Parker jumped up, knees almost to her chest in victory. “New BTE champ!” Nick said, grabbing the championship and handing it to Parker.

Parker held up the championship, before looking at it, “I have to go rub this in Adriana’s face so she gets mad at me.” She was about to leave the room, when she stepped back, “Oh yeah, I promised Marko I would fight him for this if I won. So next week, we balance KitKats on our heads.” “You’re gonna WHAT?!”

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The Elite The The Elite

What Nick you’re not gonna sing it all with me this time?

Brianna was so embarrassed. How did Frankie even know all that? She kept thinking to herself, “Did Marq tell everyone?” He wouldn’t...right? This was just all too much for her, cause of some stupid mistake.

She stayed outside the arena the whole show, not wanting to show her face in there. Then wrestlers and producers started walking out, some mumbling when they looked over at Bri. She looked over at the people walking out, and saw Marq and Isiah. Marq and Brianna stared at each other, before Marq looked away, almost like he didn’t want to look at her. She watched them pack up and drive off, and she heard a familiar voice call out from behind her, “Hey Brianna!”

She looked over her shoulder and saw Cash walking over to her, and they both started smiling. That smile quickly turned back into a frown, when Dax grabbed Cash by the arm, dragging him away.

Great. 

She went back to staring at the ground, upset. She almost jumped back when someone sat next to her. “They said we can delete it.” Brandon Cutler said, trying to sound sympathetic. “Thank you.” Brianna mumbled. “Look, we got Kaz to calm down, and he’s gonna talk to you about it,” Brandon put his hand on her shoulder before getting up, “Hang in there, alright?”

“Could this day get any worse?” Brianna thought to herself.

When of course, with Brianna’s luck, it could. She felt something drop on her head, then her arm, then ankle. It’s like the rain started on command. “This is so fucking cliche.” Brianna said, standing up and walking to her car, not without one of her heels breaking. 

She waited until she got in the car, and then she screamed, at the top at her lungs. She just wanted to go to sleep, and find a fucking way to prove Kaz wrong.

Back at the Hotel

It had been months. Months since Parker and Chuck broke up. She wanted to talk to him outside of BTE for months. But she didn’t have the guts to do it.

She was watching tv in her hotel room, thinking about him, like always.

She pulled out her phone and facetimed Gabby, the only person she could really talk to about this stuff. There were a few rings before Gabby picked up, clearly irritated, “Girl it is half past midnight. Why are you calling me?” “I need to talk to him.” “Talk to who?” “Chuck! I can’t keep putting it off anymore.”

“Well then just talk to him?” “I can’t just discuss that over the phone.”

“Well, ask if you can talk in person.” Parker nodded, and went to her contacts, and clicked on the one she hadn’t touched in months. She read through the last of his messages to her, she didn’t answer.

It made her feel horrible.

She finally worked up the courage to type it out, “Can we talk? Like in person?”

“Okay, I did it.” “Great, now you just have to wait and see what he says.”

“Gabby, I’m sure he’s sleeping right now. And I can’t blame him if he doesn’t respo-” Parker paused, and looked like she had just seen a ghost. “Parker? Everything okay?” “....He texted back.”

“Well what did he say?!”

“He said of course, and then his room number…” “Well then go!” Parker got up quickly, tripping over her own feet walking to the door. “Wait wait Parker!” “What?”

“Put shoes on, don’t be a hobo.”

Parker laughed, quickly putting on some shoes, before hanging up on Gabby and making her way towards the elevator.

She waited when it opened, Trent coming out the elevator. “Oh, hey.” Parker said, looking at her feet. “He sent me to James’ room so you guys could talk.” Trent said, slightly laughing. Parker didn’t say anything, “Hey, it doesn’t have to be awkward y’know. We’re still cool.”

Parker smiled, and hugged Trent, before getting into the elevator. 

She walked out the elevator, for once walking with some pep in her step. It stayed that way until she reached the front of his door. She reached her hand up, and was about to knock when she put her hand down.

Well, not without hitting the door.

When she realized, she started freaking out. In silence of course. The door creaked open, Chuck and Parker looked at each other. “Do you wanna come in?”

Parker nodded, walking through the doorway. She sat on the couch, rubbing her hands awkwardly, looking at the floor. “So, what did you need to talk about?” He asked, sitting on the opposite side.

She could feel it coming, word vomit, “I made a mistake, and I know I did when I broke up with you, but I couldn’t work up the courage to talk to you cause I know you want nothing to do with me and-” “Wait wait, you still…” “Yes I do, and I know things will never be the same and just...I know this was a mistake.”

“Parker, I have been waiting to talk to you. Just at least when you’re ready. I miss you.”

Parker continued to look at the floor, slightly smiling. Chuck lightly gripped her chin, lifting her head up. “I love you, Parker.” Parker smiled, “I love you too, Chuck.” 

For the first time in months, they shared a kiss. “I missed having my whatever.” Chuck said, foreheads pressed together.

“Now can we please go back to being bit partners John keeps saying my name over and over.” The couple laughed, “Of course, I’ll tell James to stop giving you dirty looks.” “And I’ll tell the spooky perverts to not argue with you anymore.” The couple jumped when they heard the door open.

“I forgot my bag of chips.” Trent said, walking into the room. “God Trent you could’ve texted.” Chuck said, slapping his forehead. “I did. Did I interrupt something important?” Parker and Chuck looked at each other and smiled.

Trent started to “ooo” like he was in middle school. Parker stood up, cheeks red, “Okay on that note I’m leaving.” She started towards the door, “I love you Parker!” Chuck yelled out. “I love you too.” She was out the door when she heard Trent, “OH MY GO-” The door closed, and Parker laughed listening to Chuck yelling at Trent to shut up.

Parker walked towards the elevator, glad to have that situation of her shoulders and to have Chuck back.

“So, what's next for you two?” Trent asked, sitting back on his bed. Chuck looked out the window, “I don’t know yet exactly, I just know that I can’t lose her again.”

Back at Daily’s Place

“Did you see the look on Brandon’s face, it was priceless!” Kenny and Adriana had just finished their BTE bit and were now laughing at themselves for how clever they were. “Dude, I think we’re geniuses. Only we could come up with stuff like this.” Kenny said while holding his stomach from laughing. 

“You know, for a second I thought you were serious.” Adriana said after wiping her tears. Kenny tilted his head to the side. “What are you talking about… my legs were actually white as paper.” She shook her head, “That’s not what I’m talking about and you know that.” Kenny seemed to understand her a bit clearer now as he scooted closer next to her. “Do you really think that I would let you give me head at our job?” He asked with interest in his eyes. She began to start breathing heavily noticing their knees were touching. 

“You’re right - what was I thinking. You’re all business.” She sighed and put her hand on her face covering it up. Kenny thought it was cute how she was trying to hide from this conversation instead of talking about it. “That’s not true. I do childish shit all the time. And if we really wanted to, it would be way more than just head.” 

Adriana felt like she was powerbombed on the apron. “Plus I don’t see you as a person to give head in weird places like this EVP room, in a public bathroom, or even inside of a car.” He added. Her head whipped up so fast she thought it would fall off. “Right, why would I do that? That’s gross and disgusting-” she lied. If only he knew… “What’s gross, having sex with me or giving head in weird places?” She opened her mouth to speak but decided against it. 

He noticed as he rested his hand on her thigh. “I saw the look in your eyes Adriana. The way you looked at me when we did that bit for Being the Elite, is something I won’t be able to get my mind off for a long time. So - I am not saying it has to be today, but soon I want to hangout with you out of work. I want to know the real you.” She was left speechless, once again by Kenny Omega. “I got to go, but I’ll think about it.” 

She got up from the couch and wiped her now sweaty hands on her jeans. Kenny also stood , studying her. The way she avoided eye contact, the way her feet shuffled trying to gain her stuff immediately. His heart started to get louder as she finally looked at him and reached for a hug, making him open his arms. It wasn’t anything like he wanted. It was short and meaningless but he did get the chance to smell the perfume she was wearing and that alone made him swoon. Kenny gave her a wave as he sat back on the couch, “Shit.” he mumbled. “What have I gotten myself into.”

 On the other side of the door, Adriana was trying to come back to reality. “That really just happened.” she thought. “Did you have fun with ‘Spray Tan’ in there?” a voice asked sarcastically. She jumped up and when she turned around she was met with a frustrated Matt Jackson.  “Oh! Jeez you scared the hell out of me. I didn’t know you were here today.” She mentally slapped herself, “I really need to learn how to lie.” 

Matt leaned on the wall looking her over. “Really, last time I checked - I was an EVP. You on the other hand - are not - so what were you doing in this room for that long?” He asked. Adriana bit her lip, they hadn’t seen each other since their session in the car and both of them were aching for more ever since. “I had to record something with Kenny for BTE. It’s not that serious.” Matt ran his hand through his hair shooting his head back. “I saw the segment, Adri.” He plainly said. “Is this what we’re going to do? We’re going to act like what we did was nothing?” He walked closer to her sliding his hands to her waist. He lifted his hand to move some of her hair out of her face and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Meet me at the Jacksonville Jaguars Stadium at 10 O’clock. And wear a bathing suit.” He hovered his lips over her neck before patting her ass and then walking away. 

Adriana stood there dumbfounded. She had waited a whole week to be able to get to see Matt, since they last met in the car and all she got was teasing. She looked toward the EVP room and sighed. She was so confused with emotions, she needed to get this stuff with Matt out of her system before it was too late. Adriana began her walk to her car, so she could get ready for a night with Matt Jackson.

“I SWEAR NONE OF THESE HOES ANSWER THE PHONE WHEN I NEED THEM!” Adriana threw her phone onto the bed after attempting to call Gabby, Parker, and Bri and of course they declined. Every. Single. Time. “Guess I have to go at this alone.” She sighed. She really missed talking to her friends, no matter how annoying they got. She would never feel complete without them. 

She pushed her friends to the back of her mind as she threw clothes out of her suitcase. After 15 minutes deciding which bathing suit to wear she chose a normal two piece with some shorts and a normal tee to go over them. After she changed in the bathroom she grabbed everything she needed and headed out the door. 

She pulled up to the stadium and parked confused on where to enter until her phone buzzed. Matt Jackson : I see your car, we’re the only ones here. So I’ll let you in.” Adriana chuckled. She got out the car fluffing her hair so she appealed somewhat decently. She saw Matt waiting for her at the entrance. 

He picked his head up from his phone and let out a low whistle. “Well damn, I was not expecting this.” He fumbled with his keys as she rolled her eyes. When they finally got in he took her hand and led her to the pool. She removed her shorts and shirt as he did the same. Adriana dipped her toe in removing it as she felt how cold it was. 

Before she could react she was pushed into the pool and when she got to the top for air she saw Matt jumping and doing a cannonball, making water go everywhere. Matt swam around a little before looking over to a shivering Adriana. “Yo-you’re an i-idiot.” Her teeth chattered making Matt laugh. “Ah, stop being a big baby and swim with me.” He slapped water onto her making her gasp. “I think I should wait till it gets w-warmer.” She smudged, making Matt swim over to her. 

“I have a couple ways we could speed up the process.” She smirked. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he backed her up to the edge. He lightly pressed against her, making her let out a small whine. “If you’re going to do something just do it.” She said, clearly impatient. He pressed his lips onto hers, as she kissed back. He began to lower his hands trying to find the part to disconnect her bottom. She smirked into the kiss making him hungry for more as he pushed his tongue onto her bottom lip. She opened her mouth a little, only to hear a “IS ANYONE IN HERE?” Adriana tried to disconnect, but Matt pulled her back. “Whoever it is, will either go away soon or get a free show- I couldn’t care less.” Adriana pushed Matt off making him groan. She heard the door open and was shocked when Kenny Omega came out in swim trunks. 

“Oh, it’s just you guys. What are you doing here?” he asked, confused. “Nothing much, just going for a late night swim.” Adriana lifted her finger to her mouth as she could feel her lip swollen at how hard Matt had bit it. Kenny nodded, “Right… mind if I join you?” He asked. Matt mumbled something too low to understand. “Of course, come on.” She smiled. “There it is again, that damn smile.” He felt weird seeing her in a bathing suit and it was even more weird seeing one of his best friends next to him. 

Matt turnt around and faced Adriana , so Kenny couldn’t hear what he had to say, “He totally just cockblocked me. It had to be on purpose.” He whined. Adriana rolled his eyes, “He didn’t know. Leave him alone, let's just save our first time somewhere other than a public pool.” He scoffed, but he couldn’t stay mad at HER. 

It was Kenny who was the problem, and he would make sure that he stayed out of the way.

WE’RE BACK FAM!!!! Thanks again to my co-writers @westanaew​ and @adriii-omega​ , it feels great to get back into the series! <3

#sexy chuckie t #Chuck Taylor #chuck taylor x oc #Kenny Omega #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega x oc #Adam Page #Hangman Adam Page #adam page x ofc #frankie kazarian #matt jackson #matt jackson x ofc #icbeing the elite #parker's masterlist

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I showed you some of this already, but here’s some more of my Matt Jackson Hell crackfic that I’m not sure where it’s going anymore. I might just write smut ANYWAY-

"Brandon Cutler?"

I had to still be dreaming.

He smiled, wide and toothy. "In the flesh."

I went dizzy. I'd heard of lucid dreaming, but this was beyond. "Odd choice subconscious, but okay," I muttered. Couldn’t my brain have conjured up Kenny or Pac instead?

"What?" Brandon asked, confused.

"Nothing," I returned. I glanced around the room again, and suddenly I realized why it looked so familiar: it was the AEW EVP room at Daily's Place, exactly as I'd seen it on "Being the Elite." My eyebrows arched, taking it all in. It looked so real.

"This is definitely the most realistic dream I've ever had…"

"Oh, well that's because it's not a dream."

My eyes snapped back to Brandon. I couldn't help it - I laughed. "Excuse me?"

He sat down in a chair across from me, leaning forward on his knees. His express turned serious-somber. "I don't know how else to tell you this, so I'm just gonna say it. You're dead."

#I kind of still want to write a cabin in the woods themed horror fic with him #I would in the middle of christmastime #ANYWAY #champbucks

[itjazzbicch]

Oral Sessions PT. 2

Pairing: “Platinum” Max Caster x Fem Reader

Summary: After winning a tag title shot and being the first to beat the Young Bucks in almost a year, The Acclaimed are on top of the world; But once Max and the reader are alone, they have their own little celebration, dedicated to the reader since she is the reason why they won and she gets some good that she didn’t expect...

Warnings:  SMUT!! (18+ ONLY!)

Requested by:  Anon (whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:  1633

Tag List: @demonqueen29​ @jessiebean00​ @new-zealand-chic​ @crowleysqueenofhell​ @justamess44​ @thatpanpal​ @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​  @linziland13​ @xxx-jazz-xxx​ @writtingrose​

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

“Y/N! Y/N WITH THE BOOM BOX!” Tony yelled on commentary.

There was no way I was going to let this opportunity slip away from us. If Max and Anthony won against the Young Bucks, they’d get a title opportunity.

It’s a shame that Matt and Nick needed to cheat so much because they were a very talented duo. But of course, Brandon Cutler got on the apron while the referee was distracted and sprayed Max.

Unfortunately for them, Max and Anthony weren’t alone.

I quickly grabbed the boom box while the referee was trying to split up Nick and Anthony’s crazy fight on the outside of the ring. I slithered in the ring and when Matt turned around, I clocked him with the boom box.

I moved faster than the flash, sliding out of the ring and taking out Cutler with it too.

Max was finally beginning to recover, noticing his opportunity and took it, climbing the top rope and delivering an elbow drop, the referee counting to three!

Max, Anthony, and I were losing it, sharing a group hug whenever we all ran into the ring, mocking and yelling at the Bucks while they ran away like cowards.

“Those titles are ours!” I smiled, in the middle of Max and Anthony, pointing to them.

This was one of the best nights we’ve had on Dynamite in quite some time and that meant that we were celebrating.

We liked to keep it cool on screen, but the moment we got backstage, we started freaking out.

“I thought we were goners!” Anthony admitted, Max finishing his sentence with a smile:

“But my boo came through with that boom box!!”

Seeing them happy always made me so happy, Max bringing me into his arms and twirling me around.

“You think I was going to let them cheat and get away with it?” I wondered, laughing at them.

“You always have our back,” Anthony smiled, Max also appreciating it, telling me:

“And next week, we’ll be the champions.”

Our dream was coming true, the opportunity right in front of us and there was no stopping us or our party train.

After we finished up at the show, Anthony and Max were sweethearts, taking me out of the night.  

It was in dedication to me since I helped with their victory’s and I appreciated it so greatly, not having to worry about a thing. Just hanging out with my two best friends.

Like always, we had a blast and there was a lot more in store for me than I anticipated.

“Goodnight, Anthony,” I smiled, parting ways with him on the elevator. His room was on a different floor from Max's and I’s room.

“Goodnight love birds,” He smiled back, making me blush when he winked at us.

Max loved hearing him call us that, keeping his arm wrapped around me while we made our way to the room.

While unlocking the door, I figured we’d call things a night since we wrestled, then partied, but when I walked into the room with Max, that was a different story.

A steaming hot kiss hit my lips the moment I shut the door and turned around, Max keeping me in his arms.

“I know we’ve been having fun tonight, but damn,” I chuckled against his lips, not resisting when he started pulling me towards the bed.

“The Acclaimed were the ones celebrating earlier,” Max explained, “But you and me? Our celebration starts now.”

“How will we celebrate then, hm?” I smiled eagerly, being overtaken by giggles and excitement when Max laid me flat on the bed, smiling:

“Let’s start with getting you out of these clothes.”

I had no protests so far, helping him get rid of my clothes, which lead to his following till he was down to his briefs.

There was a strong feeling I was in store for a lot, Max about jumping on me, wrapping his arms around me tight while he laid flat on his back and put me on top of him.

“What’s next?” I smiled, kissing him hard and grinding onto him a little, showing my patience was running thing.

“Sit on my face,” Max commanded and it was not what I thought he was going to say.

“Wha?” I chuckled nervously and sitting up straight, “What if you can’t breathe?”

“It would be one hell of a way to go out,” Max smiled devilishly, cocking his eyebrows and biting his lip.

“You sure?” I asked to be sure, Max rolling his eyes when said:

“You think I cant handle it?”

This was a first for me and it wasn’t what I expected, but Max wanted it, letting me know that he could handle it when his hands gripped my ass, tapping it lightly, instructing with a sexy whisper:

“Put it down on me, baby.”

The small smile on his face grew so bright, arms hooking around my thighs when I picked myself, positioning over his head. Once I was in the right spot, he quickly pulled me down by the hips.

Mouth wide open, he took all of me, sucking on my clit hard, tongue running through my folds, teasing my entrance.

“Max,” I moaned with a sharp gasp, hips shaking a little already.

That’s when I realized this was going to be a lot more than I thought. Keeping myself upright was so hard already because Max knew my body so well, how to hit all the right spots so that my body would end up going crazy.

Unconsciously, my thighs began to squeeze his head, my core tensing up while his tongue was going crazy, all over my clit, sucks, kisses, and all while his tongue made sure my entrance kept getting just as much attention.

It amazed me that he could work so well and go so hard, meanwhile, I was squeezing his head like a balloon. Air didn’t even matter to him. All he wanted was to devour me and that’s exactly what he was doing.

“F-fu-“ I whined, grabbing the bed frame and hanging on tight because my body kept feeling like it was going to drop. The pleasure was too good and Max knew that, letting out a deep chuckle while sucking on my clit.

The feeling jolted through my body, sending goosebumps and hips rolling on their own, sending myself all across his mouth, whining out loudly, “Max, baby! Oh my god!”

I had to squint my eyes, but when I looked down to Max, there was this excited, determined look in his eyes and his grip on my thighs grew tighter, rocking my hips back and forth.

“Oh, my g-“ I began to say again, my nerves jolting and burning hard, the heat from it coiling up in core tightly.

“Ride my face, baby,” Max commanded, sucking at my clit extra hard, “Come on.”

It was super good and with the pace, I could feel my orgasm getting closer. I had to hold onto the bed frame with all my strength, the friction of his lips around my swollen clit almost unbreakable when I rolled my hips, but I listened and kept them rolling.

His face was literally buried into me, my thighs smothering him because keeping myself up was becoming an even more difficult task. His tongue worked like magic, still getting my clit and up inside of me, flicking at my walls and it made my moans even louder.

With a whimper, my body just stopped, dropping down onto him. At that point, I was really afraid that he couldn’t breathe, but he quickly took that thought away. I struggled to pick up my hips; I just wanted to make sure he was okay.

Max was more than okay, a broad stroke of his tongue got every spot, from my clit and when it got to my entrance, it pushed its way into me, hitting every sensitive spot along my walls and when I felt his hands guiding my hips, making them roll, I started doing it on my own.

My orgasm was so close and I was desperate to get to it, whining and moaning more while my back began to arch, so much heat trapped between my thighs and I could feel a deep inhale from him, it was shaky because there was no way he was stopping now, which meant no time to really catch his breath.

“M-Max! I’m about to-“ I whined sharply, my hips falling.

This time, there was no picking myself up. My thighs were so tight like I did the workout of a lifetime, trembling along with my hips. I quickly pressed my head against the bed frame, still trying to hold my upper body upright while all the heat in my core snapped, my orgasm rushing down, wet heat all between my thighs and Max’s face.

I was glad that he could handle it, making this the best oral I have ever had; his mouth wide open again, still feeding me some kisses the entire time, hands rubbing and squeezing my ass softly, which helped me relax a little.

“Damn, Y/N,” Max chuckled between my thighs, picking up his head a little so I could hear clearly, “Got me down here deep and drowning.”

“Well,” I huffed, chuckling, “What do you expect when your mouth can do things like that?”

“It was that good, huh?” He smiled confidently, already knowing the answer.

“It was too damn good, Max,” I moaned, whining a little when I felt a small kiss on my clit that sent a small shock from me, Max adding along with it:

“I’ll have to make my face your new favorite place to take a seat.”

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