#matt jackson fic

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May i request a Matthew and Nicholas Jackson x reader fic? Possibly she is related to another wrestler and they are obsessed woth her and try to win her over?

The Final Show

Main Masterlist (Mentions of Smut) word count 4K

Matthew and Nicholas Jackson X Fem Reader (who is Sting's daughter)

Summary: With Sting’s last match coming up the Young Bucks resort to mind games to get the upper hand against Darby Allin and Sting. After going after Sting’s sons, The Young Bucks meet Y/n for the first time who is Sting’s daughter. The Bucks become obsessed with Y/n and end up fighting on who gets to go out with her. What happens when it becomes too much when Y/n is forced to pick between the two brothers? 

An: This took me a hot minute but I hope you like it. I kept switching points of views so I hope it’s not too confusing. I wanted to make this more detailed but it would be so long and I wanted to keep this as one part. Anyway hope you enjoy it! 

Revolution was quickly approaching and for some reason, Darby Allin and Sting still wouldn’t take us seriously. Although we didn’t want to do this we knew there was simply no other option. We had to get in their heads. As Sting was celebrating in the ring with his sons after becoming AEW tag team champions Nick and I attacked the men from behind. We beat all four men to a bloody pulp. Security tried to pry us off of Sting; but it was simply no use. As Nick and I made our escape through the crowd we got into an argument with a blond woman in the front row. She had blond curly hair and gorgeous green eyes I could get lost in. As beautiful as she was, she was acting like a total bitch. She yelled at us for attaching the men who now lied in a puddle of their own blood in the ring. Although our interaction was short I couldn't stop thinking about her. I asked security to find out more about this woman and I almost threw up in my mouth when I found out she was Sting’s daughter. 

“Remember that girl we saw in the front row?” I asked Nick as he was currently pacing around our office. “What about her? Are you going to try and sleep with her or something?” Nick asked me. “Yes and no. I was asking around and apparently, that’s Sting’s daughter!” “What? You saw her she’s gorgeous. No way in hell she’s his daughter!” I thought the same thing, she was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning, she looked nothing like Sting. “Apparently her name is Y/n. She will be at Sting’s final match. I was thinking what if we use her to get in Sting’s head?” I told my brother, hoping he would get my plan. “Are you sure you’re trying to use Y/n to get in Sting’s head or to get in your pants?” Truth be told, I was trying to play mind games with our opponents but sleeping with her would be a bonus point. 

As I was exiting the arena I surprisingly ran into Y/n. “Y/n! Wait up” I called to her. As she turned to see who called her it was almost like everything turned into slow motion. She spun so elegantly, her hair flowed gracefully. I was hypnotized by her beauty. My trance was broken when she called out “What the fuck do you want Jackson?!” Oh god, she was mad. “I just wanted to properly introduce myself, I think we started off on the wrong foot” The look on her face told me what I needed to know. She didn’t want to talk to me, especially after what I did. “Well as you know my name is Matthew Jackson and I am an executive vice president of all elite wrestling. I was wondering if uh…” I looked like an idiot standing here, I was rambling random nonsense making a complete fool out of myself. All Y/n did was stare at me like the big dumb idiot I am. Just then, as if the gods from above sent me a way to escape this awful interaction Saraya approached the two of us, dragging Y/n away from me. “There you are, I was looking everywhere for you. Let’s go already, I’m starving” Saraya said as she was practically dragging Y/n away from me. Just then she turned around giving me a nasty look saying “Stay away from her Jackson, she’s mine!” 

****

That night as I returned to my hotel room I still couldn't stop thinking about Y/n. As I showered all I could think of was having her pressed up against the shower wall. My mind was filled with dirty fantasies, they were so strong. I tossed and turned in my sleep, all I wanted was her lying there next to me. Not necessarily in a dirty way but I wanted to hold her in my arms as she slept. I didn’t understand the chokehold she had on me, I had known her for all of five minutes and now I sat picturing the two of us as a happy married couple with four children. She even invaded my dreams, she wouldn't get out of my head. 

***

“Good morning sunshine, I made you breakfast in bed!” I opened my eyes to be greeted by my gorgeous beautiful wife. “Baby, you shouldn't have. I’m the one that is supposed to be making you breakfast in bed, you are the pregnant one” I told her “Well, I just wanted to remind you of how much I love you Matthew!” “I love you too Y/n!” The two of us exchanged a sweet kiss before I felt a kick. “Did you feel that! He kicked” I told Y/n excitedly" “I know, little Darby sure is a kicker” “Darby?” “Yeah, we agreed to call him Darby. Don’t you remember? You said we could call him Darby to remember him after the accident?” “The accident?” “Yeah, when you and Nicholas attacked him and my father in the ring. You KILLED them? Remember? You Destroyed my family, my life. I know you apologized and I forgave you but the least you can do is name our son after him?” 

I shot out of my bed in a cold sweat. I was struggling to breathe, what the fuck kind of messed up dream was that? Like what the fuck? 

***

I was in the middle of a peaceful slumber when I was rudely awoken by my cell phone. I checked the time and then my phone. Why was my brother calling me this late? I was almost three in the morning for god's sake, this better be important. 

“Matt you need to calm down, it was just a dream” I was trying to comfort my brother after he told me the weird nightmare he just had. How would he react if I told him that I was also dreaming of Y/n. My dream however was not fucked up, it was peacefull, calming, perfect. 

Y/n stood in the middle of a beautiful flowerfield wearing a beautiful white gown. She danced around the field without a care in the world. The two of us were alone; it was the two of us against the world. 

Once I was able to calm Matt down enough I tried to go back to sleep but was unsuccessful. After twisting and turning I decided I would look online to try and find out more information about Y/n. I was able to find out that she was 30 years old, lived in California and worked as an artist. Her art gallery was surprisingly a half hour from my house so I assumed she lived close to me. The work she did was magnificent, not only did she paint the most beautiful pieces I’d ever seen but she also used other mediums such as sculpting, sketching, and she even had a very impressive digital art collection. Knowing that I would be sure to bring it up the next time I saw her. Maybe I could ask her to make me something? I was pretty confident my interaction with her would go better than the one with my brother. 

I knew this would be a bad idea. Today I would ‘stumble’ into Y/n’s art gallery and shoot my shot. I walked into Y/n’s gallery and it was even more beautiful than the pictures online. The inside smelt like vanilla and white sage, the walls were scattered with different forms of art media and sculptures. As I admired the work on the walls I heard a familiar voice ask “Hi there, do you need help with anything or are you just browsing?” As I turned to face her I saw the shocked expression on Y/n’s face. “Oh Hi Nick!” I could feel myself blush. “Hi Y/n, I didn’t know you worked here?” I tried to play dumb but I was scared she could see right through me. “Yeah, actually this is my gallery” She said with a smile on her face. “Really? I had no idea you were an artist” “Yeah, well..there a lot you don’t know about me” I could tell by the look in her eyes that the smile on her face was genuine. I felt as if I was dreaming, I might be delusional but was she flirting with me? “Oh really?” I asked “I’m surprised Sting never mentioned he had a daughter that was an artist. I didn’t even know he had a daughter. Your work is beautiful.” “Thank you! He probably didn’t mention it because he still thinks this is a phase and not a real job. He still sees me as the ‘starving artist’ who can’t afford rent when I’m making more than he is.” I listened carefully to every word Y/n said, I studied her features as she spoke. The more I thought about it the more I got why Sting never mentioned Y/n before. She was absolutely gorgeous, those freaks backstage would throw themselves at her. Just then I almost choked when Y/n said “I’m actually thinking of closing up early today. Do you want to grab a few drinks later?” I didn’t drink, but how was Y/n supposed to know that. “I’d love to but I don’t drink, '' I told her. “Oh- well I make a good mocktail?” Make a good mocktail? Was she going to make me a drink? Was I going to her house? “Sure! I’d love that” “Perfect, put in your number and I’ll send you my address” I nervously put my number in Y/n’s phone, reading the numbers over and over again to make sure I put in the right thing. Once Y/n sent me her address I noticed that she only lived a few houses down from me. “That’s crazy, I live a few houses down from you!” “Really?” “Yeah really!” “Small world. I’ll see you in a hour? I just have to close everything up” “I’ll see you then!” 

***

I felt like a nervous teenager that was going on his first date with his crush as I approached Y/n’s house. It still blew my mind that she lived only a few doors down this whole time. How did we never run into each other before? I decided I would walk to the large corner house I had grown to love. It was massive, the whole property gated off with a security guard at the driveway. 

(An: Here are some pics of the inside of the house!)

I always imagined what this house would look like on the inside and now here I was with the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. As I walked into the house I felt like I had been transported back 50 years. The exterior of Y/n’s house was all modern but the inside looked like a 70s LA time capsule. My eyes were drawn to the massive conversation pit I could spot from the entrance. Everything was carpet, the decor was vintage but had many modern pieces that tied in beautifully. “Your house is gorgeous' ' I told Y/n “Thank you, I loved LA in the 70s. I wasn’t born but I have always been fascinated with the artichture from that era. When I saw this house on the market I knew I needed it but the outside was practically falling apart so I basically built another house around it to prevent these old walls from collapsing.” 

Y/n and I spent the whole evening talking and listening to old records. I was able to find out so much about her. How she moved out at 18 to Los Angeles with no support from her father. How she was no contact with her family for years as she tried to make it on her own in the big city. It looked like Y/n did quite well for herself. We talked for hours and I felt myself falling harder in love with her with every sentence she said. “Can I ask you something?” I asked Y/n as she put on a new record “Sure” “Do you hate me?” “Why would I hate you? I invited you over to my house?” “But I attacked your father and Darby?” “I’m over it. I was mad at first but I remembered he was kinda a jerk to me my whole life so. I was more mad you attacked my brothers. They were the only ones who actually cared about me. Tell your brother I’m sorry for yelling at him”  “So you don’t hate us?” “Nope” Well, that’s a sigh of relief. 

When I finally left Y/n’s I couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling that washed over. God Matt was going to be so jealous. 

**

“What do you mean you went over to her house for drinks? You don’t even drink!!” I yelled at Nick. “She offered so I wasn’t going to be rude. And by the way, she makes a delicious mocktail.” I couldn't believe my own brother went behind my back when he knew I was the one who had a crush on Y/n. He said he didn’t even like her in that way. “I can’t believe you” “What? Is someone jealous?” “You know I am” “Well if it makes you feel better she said she isn’t mad at you and she wanted me to tell you she’s sorry for yelling at you the other day” Atleast Y/n wasn’t mad at me but I was still mad that she was all over my brother when she should be all over me. “I don’t care, I’m still mad at you” “It’s not my fault I stumbled into her gallery. It’s also not my fault she lives four houses down from me.” “WHAT?” “Yeah she lives on the corner. You know the house that always has security outside? That one” Okay, this wasn’t fair, he had the upper hand here. I didn’t fully believe him though. No way he ‘stumbled’ into her gallery. “You said you didn’t even like Y/n in that way!” “Maybe I changed my mind?” 

There was no way the both of us could have her. It could only be one of us. Nick and I decided we would have a little friendly competition to see who could win Y/n over. She would have to be the one to pick. 

***

“Okay, they are officially obsessed with you” Saraya told me as she pointed out yet another gift Matt had left me. “It’s a problem. They want me to pick between the two of them” I told Saraya. Saraya had been my best friend for years, we met when I designed a jacket for her when she first started out as a wrestler. I thought it was cute that Matt and Nick both had crushes on me but it got creepy fast when they wouldn't leave me alone. If I had to choose, I would choose Nick but if I did that I’m pretty sure Matt would jump off a bridge. “I don’t even know what to do Raya. They are actually driving me insane.” “Do you want me to say something?” “No, no I’ll talk to Nick. I actually like him but I don’t know if I want to go out with him with all of this going on.” “Well, Revolution is approaching soon. Maybe this whole thing will die down after that?” “Hopefully” 

****

I felt in my gut that what Matt and I were doing was causing more harm than good. We both wanted Y/n but what if after this she wanted none of us. I sat in my hotel room contemplating calling Y/n to try and apologize for everything but just as I was about to I heard a knock at my door. I went to open it and was shocked to see Y/n on the other end. “Can I come in?” she asked “Of course” I told her as I ushered her in the room. I could tell just by looking at her that something was wrong. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for everything that’s been going on recently. It’s gone too far and it needs to stop. We put you in a difficult position making you choose between us and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that Matt won’t stop bombarding you with gifts and calls. I’m sorry for putting you through all of this when you should be savouring these last moments with Sting in AEW.” I truly felt bad about everything. I thought about giving up and letting Matt have her but anyone with eyes could tell that Y/n wasn’t interested in Matt. 

“That’s actually what I came here to talk about. Look, Nick I do like you, I really do. Like a lot. The thing is Matt would go insane if he found out-” “He doesn’t need to know, it can be our little secret” “Nick, he would find out eventually. I don’t think it’s worth it. You two should stop obsessing over me and be focusing on your big match tomorrow. Whether you win or lose please do me a favor and make that match amazing. Even though I don’t have the best relationship with my father he deserves a big sendoff.” Y/n was right, this whole thing started with Sting and it was going to end with Sting. 

I noticed the tears start to form in Y/n’s eyes and I was quick to hold her close. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/n.” “It’s not your fault” “Yes it is. I just really like you Y/n. I have never met anyone that makes me feel the things I feel when I’m around you. When I saw you for the first time I knew I needed to know more about you, I needed you in my life in any form. After that night at the gallery I couldn't stop thinking about you. I don’t care about what Matt will do, I don’t care how Darby and Sting will probably murder me once they find out. All I care about is spending time with you. This doesn’t have to be a romantic thing but I need you in my life Y/n. As crazy as it sounds I think I’m in love with you” Shit, did I just admit that I loved her. Great job Nick, you scared her off. 

“I think I love you too,” Y/n admitted. It was so quiet I almost missed it. “Really?” “Really”     

I was at a loss of words, I didn’t know what to say so I kissed her. It was a delicate kiss but it would end up leading to much more. I didn’t intend to make love to her that night but fate had other plans. I had never experienced something like this in my entire life. Sure I had sex before, I fucked many women but I never quite made love before. This was passionate, delicate, it was filled with so many different raw emotions I couldn't even explain it. We cried, we laughed, we did everything in between and I knew that I would do anything for that woman. I would fight for us, I would do anything and everything if it meant I could have the honor to make such beautiful love to her. It was like our bodies were made for eachother, I had found my other half. 

I felt safe, I felt at peace, this was my new home and I was grateful to be allowed inside. 

When I woke up the next morning I felt like I was still dreaming, that the universe was playing a cruel joke on me. But this wasn’t a dream, it was my new reality. The woman of my dreams lay next to me looking even more beautiful than she did the day I first met her. The sunlight shined on her sleeping body making her look like a goddess. Even though my body and mind was still filled with lust in the back of my mind I couldn't stop thinking about the things I would do to Sting tonight. I would end that man’s career. I would leave him lying in a puddle of his own blood, his lifeless body in the middle of the ring. Y/n would watch the whole thing, I would make sure of it. I wanted to break her heart, her soul just so at the end of the night I could make love to her and put it all back together. Sure Matt was the one that really loved her but I loved her in my own way. I loved the way she looked underneath me with tears in her eyes. I loved how she made me feel. The plan was always to use Y/n to get in Sting’s head right? That was our goal, fuck her and get in her head. Teach her that Sting is the bad guy, make her ours. 

It’s not my fault that Matt fell completely in love with her. I couldn't blame her, she truly was the most gorgeous woman I had ever met in my life. I just got to her first. I would have her brainwashed to serve me as her master. As much as I loved Y/n at the end of the day business is business. I hope she will forgive me for all of this. A part of me did truly feel bad but this was all Sting's fault. If he just took Matt and me seriously to begin with this would have never happened in the first place. I placed a delicate kiss on Y/n’s shoulder blade as I whispered in her ear “I’m sorry baby, I love you so much but I am going to kill Sting”

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Day 5: Breeding 🎃

Matt Jackson x f/Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Kinktober 2023

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs do not belong to me. @moonsaultmatt

WC: 464

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Unprotected sex. (P in v) Cream pie.

"Come on, sweetheart. You can take it." I said as I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy, that was already dripping with my cum.

"I can't, Matt." She shook her head no, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. I knew she was overstimulated. We have been going at this for a couple of hours now, but I just need to give her one more load, and then I will leave her alone.

At least until tomorrow, when I will make sure she is full of me.

"I am pretty sure you got me pregnant, Matt." She said as she closed her legs, but I gently placed my hands on her legs and spread her as far as she could go.

"Just one more to make sure." I told her. "Now on your knees, baby." I pulled back and watched as she went on her knees, face against the mattress, her perfect ass in the air.

I slapped both ass cheeks a couple of times, not caring that they were sore from the slaps and pounding, it has taken today.

I gripped her hips and slowly slid into her, my head against my chest as I could feel how close she already was.

"Hang on, babygirl."

The scream that left her mouth as I pounded into her almost had me finishing, and I didn't want this to end. Not yet.

"Matt, Matt, Matt." My name fell from her lips, like she was cock drunk. She always was when I fuck her like this.

"Gonna take my cum and give me a baby aren't you." Wasn't even a question, just a fact.

"Please." She sobbed.

I pulled her head off the mattress and looked into her eyes. "Please, what sweetheart?" I asked her as I slowed down my pace. She didn't answer the question.

"Please, fill you up so you are only dripping of me for days? Okay, Gorgeous, I got you."

I wrapped my arms around her stomach and collapsed on top of her and practically rutted into her. Wanting, no needing to keep my cock inside her. Not wanting to chance me slipping out and spilling all over the mattress and covers.

"Oh fuck. Here it comes. Oh shit."

My mouth was hanging open, and I let out a low groan.

She followed right after me, her back arched, and I could feel her squeezing me.

I pulled back after I caught my breath and watched as some of my cum started to drip out.

I pushed it back in with two fingers.

"Matthew!"

"Shh, no more baby. I'm just making sure no more slips out. Gotta make sure it takes."

"So I can finally sleep?"

"Until the morning, baby. Then I am gonna fuck you again and again."

Day 4: Missionary - Matt Jackson ● Day 6: Morning Sex - Christian Cage

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Through Thick and Thin

Pairing: Matt Jackson x female!reader

Category: Slight Angst/Fluff

Word count: 4,558

Summary: During a match in the Best of Seven series between The Elite and Death Triangle, you receive an injury while protecting your fiancé, Matt Jackson. You insist that you can do things on your own, but Matt says otherwise, doting on you hand and foot.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury, brief medical talk, inaccurate medical information

Requested by: @mrsmatt — I hope you enjoy every minute of it! ❤️

Tagging: @breezyvk

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Matt was dead set on you not being ringside for the newly announced best of seven series. You had been ringside for all the previous matches since The Elite were back from their suspension and you had no plans of stopping, wanting to ensure your boys got the win and were safe the whole way through. You weren’t one to let anyone screw your boys over despite them being more than capable of handling themselves without assistance.

These three men and Brandon were your family. Matt being your fiancé, Nick and Kenny being your ‘brothers’, and Brandon was the one who was your best friend much to people’s shock, assuming it was Nick or Kenny.

You argued with Matt for what felt like forever until Nick and Kenny jumped in to help defuse the argument. Brandon knew to let you be, he would talk to you once you were alone. Nick was trying to get you to see Matt’s point of view all while Kenny was trying to get Matt to see your side. Brandon made countless attempts to tell the guys to let you be for a little bit, seeing how angry and annoyed you were becoming. Unfortunately, Brandon’s words fell on deaf ears until you stormed out of the room. “I tried to tell you to let her be.” Brandon said, shrugging and turning to chase after you.

Brandon knew exactly where you’d run off to. It didn’t matter what arena you were in for a show, if you needed some alone time for whatever reason before the show started, Brandon would always find you up in the balcony seats where you would be slouched down, feet propped up on the back of the seat below you. You liked that Brandon was the only one who knew where you’d be. You weren’t in the mood to deal with Matt, and even Kenny or Nick.

Brandon didn’t say anything as he sat down beside you, dressed in his signature colorful zebra striped track suit, thankfully that was as far as he had gotten before he heard you and Matt arguing, opting to listen in just in case you needed him. “Does he seriously think I’ll mess this series up for them? I’ve never been a distraction before.” You ask Brandon, hurt clearly evident in your voice. Brandon hated seeing you like this, the hurt in your voice and on your face was killing him.

He slung an arm around your shoulders in attempt to comfort you. “I don’t think he meant that whole ‘you’ll be a distraction’ thing. He just doesn’t want you getting hurt because he knows Death Triangle can be extra vicious and this series is definitely when they will be vicious.”

“I get this is important but that still stung to hear him to say that, and I don’t appreciate being made to feel like I’m incompetent. I don’t want to see him anymore today so he won’t have to worry about anything going wrong tonight. I have an interview with Renee later anyways.” You go to stand but Brandon gently grabs your wrist, making you turn your attention to him.

“You both need to talk it out. Calmly and civilly. I don’t like seeing the two of you fighting. Just tell me one thing before you go.” Brandon pleads, still gently holding your wrist while giving you his best puppy eyes. You knew you could have pulled your arm away and walked off, but this is your best friend and he’s never steered you wrong before, always in your corner and giving you advice like you had a feeling he was about to do now. You gesture for him to continue. “Do you love him?”

“Of course I love him, Brandon. We’re getting married in six months. What does that have to do with any of this?” You admit, confused but willing to hear him out. You knew Brandon wouldn’t have asked that question if he didn’t have a reason or something to point out, but you were still lost on what he was getting at.

“It has everything to do with this. Think about it for a second, if the roles were reversed wouldn’t you want him to stay in the back if you knew how dangerous your opponent was? Wouldn’t you want to ensure his safety?” Brandon explains and you sigh, knowing he’s right. You’re just as protective of Matt as he is of you and Brandon knows it, he’s seen it firsthand. “Besides, I’ll be out there to keep an eye on him.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll go talk to him and agree to stay out of it. But, the second he’s in serious danger all that’s out the window.” You tell your best friend in a stern voice. Content with that answer, Brandon let go of your wrist and watched you leave.

Standing outside The Elite’s dressing room, you took a deep breath before knocking. You didn’t want to risk barging in and catching someone (mostly Nick or Kenny) naked, but Matt on the other hand….. Your thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open revealing Nick who was studying your face to determine how you were feeling. “Can I talk to Matt? Please? I want to apologize for—“ You were interrupted by Nick’s voice.

“Come on in. I was actually supposed to be looking for you. He has some things he wants to say too.” Nick stepped out of the way and let you enter the room. Kenny was tying his shoes while Matt stared at his phone. As you got closer you saw exactly what had Matt’s attention — his favorite picture of you from some random time you two ordered food and binged watched one of those ridiculous reality shows that you got him hooked on. He had snuck a picture of you when you were zoned in on the over-the-top drama that was unfolding on the television. You remember questioning him about that particular picture, why he loved it so much and his answer left you with seventeen cavities from pure sweetness. He told you the reason was because you looked so happy, having fun while being lazy, stress and makeup free, snuggled up to him on the couch with a blanket draped over the two of you was the reason he had to snap the picture. He didn’t ever want to forget that moment.

Your heart melted seeing this, and you instantly felt awful for making such a big deal about you not being out there tonight. Brandon was right — he’s always right. “Can I have a minute alone with Matt please?” You ask, looking from Kenny to Nick as they exchanged a look before agreeing and exiting the room. You take a seat next to Matt, silently trying to decide what all you wanted to say. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I flipped out on you and for blowing things out of proportion. I understand that you want to keep me safe, but I didn’t appreciate the way you said all of those things.” You stopped talking when you felt Matt’s hand rest on your leg.

Looking over at him, you see him shaking his head, he had most likely been doing that the whole time you were speaking. “Don’t apologize. I realize now, thanks to Nick and Kenny, that I was too harsh with my words and I shouldn’t have said things that would make you feel like a two year old. I wasn’t considering your feelings and I took my frustration out on you even though you had, and still have, every right to say what you did.” Matt confessed, those big brown eyes told you everything, he was being honest thanks to the tear that began to slip down his cheek. You brought your hand up to gently wipe it away. This really got to Matt and he didn’t want you leave him over this, especially after all the good times you two shared.

“Don’t cry, Matty. We both said things we shouldn’t have and I forgive you. I love you, always have and always will. Besides it’ll take a whole hell of a lot more than that argument to make me leave you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a hand coming up to cup the side of his face, your thumb slowly gliding over his cheek in a soothing manner. You watched Matt nod his head, not speaking, worried his voice wouldn’t hold up.

A knock at the door interrupted the moment. “Just a minute!” You called to whoever had awful timing. “Are you okay? Want me to get the door? Or send whoever it is away?” You asked, concern lacing you voice. You weren’t sure if Matt was ready to face anyone other than you at the moment.

You got your answer when Matt spoke, “I’m okay. You can let them in. I’m going to wash my face.” He stood knowing his eyes were most likely red and his face felt heavy from all the worry and emotions from the past hour. You watched him head off to the bathroom before going to open the door, revealing not one person but three — Nick, Kenny, and Brandon.

“Come on in guys. We’re okay, Matt’s in the bathroom washing his face.” You inform the trio knowing they have a million questions for you.

They all enter quietly. The three men notice the photo still pulled up on Matt’s phone where he left it on the table by his water bottle. None of them said a word about it, but you knew they saw it by the glances you saw them exchange. Matt returned from the bathroom and finally Brandon spoke, “We’ve gotta get going. The match starts soon and we can’t be late.” They all nodded heading for the door while you stayed put. You weren’t going to go since it worried Matt so much despite your protests earlier in the day.

“You coming love?” Matt asked, turning around when he didn’t hear you behind him. He held his hand out for you with a sweet smile on his face. You weren’t sure if you should go now after hearing his concerns along with your conversation with Brandon.

“Are you sure? I can stay back here, watch it on the monitor.” You offered only to be shut down by Matt gently pulling you up as he shakes his head.

“I’m sure. We need you out there. I need you out there.” He insisted. “It wouldn’t be right without you.”

“Hurry up lovebirds!” You both hear Nick call out already a distance down the hall. The two of you laugh and make your way towards the tunnel. As you arrive, you can’t help but let out a sigh and suppress an eye roll upon seeing Don waiting with Michael Nakazawa. You loved Nakazawa, he was always so sweet and kind to you, but Don on the other hand, you weren’t too thrilled about seeing. You didn’t trust him like the guys did, something was fishy about him to you but for the sake of the guys, especially Kenny’s, you really hoped you were wrong.

Once it was time for The Elite to make their entrance, you stayed back with Nak and Brandon as the boys shined on the stage as Carry On, Wayward Son blared through the arena’s speaker system. Shortly after, you led Brandon and Nak out as Don headed to commentary. Hallelujah! Thank you Jesus! You cheered, not having to deal with him any longer. Once all of you were in the ring, out came Death Triangle with their music blaring as well. They made their way to the ring with Alex trailing behind hyping them up as always. You had to admit Alex was a pretty good hype man.

Soon the match was underway. You were cheering on The Elite alongside Brandon when you noticed Alex attempting to pass something off to Penta. You were not about to let that happen. You were quick to race over there and confront the two men, Brandon hot on your heels. The argument between the four of you caught the attention of the remaining men in the ring and on the apron, PAC jumped off the apron and stepped directly in front you. Not one to back down from anyone, you weren’t fazed in the slightest, until you looked into his eyes, there was something unsettling about those eyes that made you instantly step back, bumping into Brandon as you did so. Matt and Nick were in between you and PAC before anything escalated while Kenny and Rey battled it out in the ring. Next thing you knew Matt was shoving you back as Rey dove onto the outside and wiped out everyone except for you and Brandon, who was tugging you back to The Elite’s corner.

The match continued as both trios traded blows and high flying maneuvers. You still kept your eye on Alex and whatever he was trying to hand Penta, you never got to see what it was but you had a plethora of ideas.

Soon Penta was tagged in and so was Matt. The pair exchanged chops, kicks, and dives as the other members of their respective trios joined in on the apron and on the floor next to you. When you looked back in the ring to check on Matt, your heart dropped into your stomach at what you saw — Penta had a hammer held high in the air and Matt was out of it, barley able to stay on his knees as Penta had a tight grip on his hair. You rushed into the ring and shoved Matt out of the way just in time. Unfortunately for you, you got struck with the hammer. Thankfully, it was on the wrist and not the head. You were grateful you were able to get your arms up over your head in time or things would have been a million times worse.

You couldn’t really hear the crowd react to what they just witnessed because your wrist was in excruciating pain. You went to try to get out of the ring quickly but you felt a pair of hands swiftly wrap around your waist and pull you out. You were in too much pain to care who it was, but upon hearing his voice, it was Kenny. He was calling for Doc Sampson to come check you out while Brandon was quickly by your side helping you make your way to the back.

Inside the ring, Matt was livid. He heard you yelp as the hammer made contact with your wrist and that’s what snapped him out of it, giving him extra adrenaline. His fight or flight response was to fight and protect you, like he always has. Matt didn’t waste any time yelling at Penta, getting up in his face, and absolutely rocking his shit. Matt was on fire the remainder of the match. Nick and Kenny were pissed too, but not like Matt, he was on a completely other level. Neither man had ever seen Matt this enraged before, now that they have, they don’t want to see it ever again. Matt’s already dark brown eyes looked almost pitch black, definitely a scary sight.

Back in Doc Sampson’s office, you were being looked at with Brandon by your side. You were going to have to go to the hospital for an X-ray so Doc can help you better. He guessed it was fractured or broken. You hoped it was the former. You begged Doc to let you wait for Matt, but much to your disappointment, he said it was best to go now —the sooner, the better. You signed, still clutching your wrist to your chest and reluctantly agreed. Brandon insisted on driving you and you didn’t put up a fight. You were ready to get this over with.

Once loaded up in Brandon’s rental car, you made the short drive over to the hospital. “Thanks for sticking with me. Can you let Matt know where we are? I love having you here for all this, but—”

“Already done. Don’t worry about it. I get it, it’s just not the same.” Brandon slid his phone back into his pants pocket after exiting the car and helping you, even though you didn’t really need it, you accepted the help anyways.

Finally inside and explained your situation to the receptionist, she pointed you in the right direction and it wasn’t before too long that Matt came racing in, Nick and Kenny hot on his heels. You could tell he had been through it but you weren’t sure if it was because of the match or because of you or both — most likely both. You were relieved to see Matt didn’t come alone. He was clearly in no position to drive.

Once Matt finally saw you, you saw the relief wash over his face. He moved so fast that it felt like he was across the room in three steps. “Baby! Baby, how long have you been here? When will they look at you? What’s—” He’s rapid fire questions were cut off by a nurse calling your name at the doorway to a hallway for those X-rays Doc Sampson ordered. Matt was quick to help you up, being cautious with your wrist you kept clutched to your chest. Again, you really didn’t need his help standing up, but you knew he was worried sick so, again, you accepted it.

“Follow me down the hall and we’ll get those X-rays done.” The nurse politely said as she led you and Matt down the hall. You felt Matt’s hand on your lower back, letting you know he’s there and guiding you. Glancing up at his face while you walked down the hall, you saw a range of emotions from worry to guilt to anger. You knew him well enough to know that he was worried about what the outcome of the X-rays would be, guilty that he was the reason you got hurt despite him knowing that he would have done the same had the roles been reversed, and anger because that damn hammer just had to be brought into the match, if it hadn’t you’d most likely be fine.

Nick, Kenny, and Brandon stayed in the waiting room talking about the situation. The three agreed that they needed to keep Matt occupied with you until the next match because he was a wild card at the moment, none of them knew what lengths he would go to for retaliation or what was going on in his mind. They just knew Matt needed to be with you, not just because they didn’t know what he would do to Penta but because Matt cared so deeply about you and loved you. The three had a feeling Matt would end up bugging the shit out of you with his overly protective attitude because you were an independent woman. The men also knew you would let him baby you regardless because you loved him and wanted him to do what he felt like was the best thing for you in times like this.

The X-rays were done and waiting for a doctor to come read them after consulting with Doc Sampson. The wait felt like forever. Matt was nervously bouncing his leg, a hand on yours. You didn’t know if that was meant to comfort you or ground and calm him. You had all you could take of the silence, turning to speak to Matt but you paused, studying his body language. Big brown eyes filled with worry, teeth biting at his bottom lip, leg still bouncing, his hand still on your thigh. He was way more nervous than you. Upon closer look, you noticed his eyes looked watery. This really bothered him more than you initially expected. “Matt…” You spoke softly, not wanting to startle him. Once his attention was on you, he slowed his leg to a stop and quit biting his lip, eyes still filled with worry. “It’s all going to be okay. My wrist doesn’t feel like it’s broken, at least I don’t think it does. Listen, regardless of what the X-ray says, I want you to take me home and you can play nurse to your heat’s content.” You lean up and place a soft kiss to his cheek. “But I expect you to be in uniform.” You whispered in a sultry voice into his ear. You saw how his face immediately turned red at your request. He wasn’t used to you saying things like that to him, especially in public.

A knock at the door was Matt’s saving grace. The doctor entered with the X-rays, taking a seat on the stool in the room by the computer. “Good news is your wrist is not broken. Bad news is that it’s fractured, but no surgery will be needed, just a brace should do until it’s fully healed. Also, as I’m sure you know, don’t be lifting anything with that hand.” You nodded along and felt Matt’s hand squeeze your thigh.

“Of course. Thank you.” You tell the doctor once he’s finished talking. Standing to leave, Matt nodded his head to the doctor. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t speaking until you noticed he was trying to keep his cool. He was still angry that you were hurt, thankful your wrist wasn’t broken, but still angry Penta had to use that damn hammer.

Once back out in the waiting room, you see Nick, Kenny, and Brandon chatting away while passing Nick’s phone back and forth. You didn’t know what they were looking at or talking about and you kind of didn’t want to know either because with those three it could be anything.

Their attention is taken away from Nick’s phone when they hear your footsteps approaching. Brandon goes to open his mouth to speak, but closes it as soon as he sees Matt’s face. Nick and Kenny see it too, opting to follow Brandon’s lead. “Well, it’s not broken, just fractured. Probably have to be out for a little bit but no surgery so that’s a relief.” You inform the trio, knowing they saw Matt’s face by the silence you received. “Let’s go home. Actually, let’s go eat. I’m starving.” And right on cue, your stomach let out a loud growl, eliciting a chorus of laughter from the guys.

Kenny and Nick join Brandon in his rental car, knowing that Matt would want you with him. They didn’t mind, they would want the same.

After your meal, everyone went their separate ways, embarking on their journey home. Nick would typically ride with you and Matt, but he knew his brother. Nick knew Matt would want to be alone with you after everything, to probably talk it out and what not, so Nick rode home with Brandon.

You managed to get Matt to lighten up and relax by putting on the silliest concert you could, signing at the top of your lungs, water bottle for a microphone, and dancing in your seat. Matt loved seeing you like that so much that he couldn’t help but smile and join in on the duets.

When you finally reached your shared home, Matt made you wait in the car until he got all your things inside the house, quick to return to you and assist you out of the car and into the house. Yep, this is going to get old real quick. You thought to yourself. You let Matt do those things, knowing he still felt guilty you were hurt trying to protect him.

“I’ll go run you a bath, just the way you like, candles, soft music, dim lights, and bubbles. I’ll have one of my shirts waiting for you and a fluffy towel to dry off with. And I—“ You pulled him down with your good hand, connecting his lips with yours. You were so happy that he cared so much to do all those things, but he was already driving you crazy.

Matt was stunned, freezing only for a moment before returning your kiss, only to increase the intensity. You knew what he was doing, and you weren’t having it, at least not right now. You abruptly pulled away from his addictive lips. “Nope! Not yet honey. I believe you mentioned a bath, besides you’re not even in uniform yet!” You teased, turning on your heel and heading towards the master bathroom. You chuckled as you heard Matt mutter a swear before chasing after you.

The bath was exactly as Matt described, candles, music, dim lights, bubbles, the fluffiest towel you own, and your favorite shirt of his. You were tempted to ask him to join you, he was a mixture of emotions and could definitely use some relaxing. “Matt! Come ‘ere! Come join me!” You shout from the tub, unsure where exactly in the house he was.

The second Matt heard you shout his name, he was on it. He didn’t listen to what else you might have said, he was worried you hurt yourself or your wrist even more on accident. Relief washed over his face when he ran into the bathroom, seeing you playing with the bubbles while quietly singing to a song on the playlist. “Oh thank God!” He exclaimed, ever so slightly out of breath. You turned your body just enough to see him hunched over in the doorway, confusion was etched on your face.

“You okay, babe?” It was your turn to be concerned for him. He nodded, too embarrassed to tell you why he ran from one end of the house to the other when you yelled. “Join me! Clearly you need to relax.” You teased him once again, gesturing to his still hunched over body.

“You know what, I think I will.” He winked, stripping his shirt off, the rest of his clothes following suit. He slipped in the bath behind you, letting out a content sigh as you leaned back against his bare chest. “Now I get why you love these so much.” He says, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Told you these baths were heaven.” You shut your eyes as well, soaking in the moment. A relaxing bath with your soon-to-be husband, this was the life.

After what felt like hours, you both took turns washing each other off before getting out and heading to bed. After such an eventful evening, nightfall came quick. You slipped into Matt’s shirt and your underwear while Matt slipped into some pajama pants, the pair of you were exhausted and ready for bed.

Matt pulled you into his arms once you both were in bed, careful with your fractured wrist as you snuggled into his chest. “I love you. Thank you for taking care of me today.” You said, softly, placing a kiss to his chest. You were so thankful and grateful to have Matt, someone to love you, take care of you, spoil you despite your protests, and support and respect you.

“I love you more, angel.” Matt placed a sweet kiss to the top of your head. If today and the next several weeks would teach him anything, it was that the two of you would be together through thick and thin. The diamond ring on your left hand proved it.

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Best Friends Brother

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader being in the Elite, has always been best friends with Nick, but hid the truth about her crush on his older brother Matt. Once alone, Matt calls her bluff and neither of them can hold back when they admit the truth…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) 

Word Count: 1.5k 

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"Hey, you'll be okay by yourself for a second right?"

We had such a long day of traveling and all I wanted to do was lay down, but still being kind, looking at Nick from the bed:

"You want me to go pick up the food? I know you're tired."

"It's okay," He smiled, heading to the door, "I have some stuff to handle with Brandon anyhow. You relax."

"You're the best, Nick," I smiled, laying back in bed.

Nick was the best friend I could ever ask for, even while tired, he was still doing stuff for us to have a good night before the show. But the second Nick walked out of the door, I jumped at my phone ringing.

Matt.

The one thing that drained my energy in this friendship was how hard I was crushing on Matt. I was just afraid that it would hurt Nick and I's friendship like that's his older brother.

Any time I talked to Matt, my body naturally made a sweet voice, answering:

"Hey, Mattie."

"Hey girl," He had the same sweet voice, asking, "I'm on my way to the hotel. You and Nick made it right?"

"Yeah, I'm just hanging out," I smiled up at the ceiling, loving the sound of his voice, "Nick just went out to get us some food with Brandon."

"Nice," Hearing some footsteps in the background, I could tell he was close, "You won't be alone here in a minute. Just got here."

"Okay, I'll see you in a second," I sat up in bed when I hung up, straightening up the room knowing Matt and I would be alone.

Just the thought was making my heart race, but sat in bed, cool as a cucumber when Matt walked in.

"There's my girl," He smiled while stepping in, putting up his suitcase and taking off his shoes.

One thing that always aroused my curiosity was how Matt acted differently when Nick wasn't around. When Nick was around, quiet, would stay platonic, but alone? He was really himself.

My cheeks heated up at the way he said that, calling me his girl. Not looking at him directly I still answer, "And there's my Mattie."

It surprised me that there was a moment of awkward silence, Matt was straightforward about it, reading my body language at the end of the bed:

"Why are you always so nervous when we're alone?"

"Nervous?" I chuckled to play it off, but damn it, I sounded nervous, and Matt? Was he a mind reader?

Hitting the nail on the head, he laid on the bed, head resting in his hands and kicking his feet, smiling:

"I know why."

"I'd love to hear your answer," I was already racing through thoughts about how this would go, defeated when he answered:

"You like me."

Nothing was my response, but he kept reading me like a book and added:

"And I bet the only reason why you haven't made a move is because of Nick?"

"He's my best friend," I looked down, letting him know he was right, fidgeting with my hands, "I just don't want it to make anything weird you know?"

"I know," He acknowledged, but was smiling, "But it's your life. If you want something, go for it. If you want me-"

Connecting with his gaze, I stared deeper while he crawled up the bed a little to be closer, a smirk on his face:

"Go for it, because I'm tired of beating around the bush."

There was no denying that I felt the same way, how badly I wanted him, how much he was always on my mind and I've dreamt about moments like this. I wasn't letting it slip away.

"So. you won't mind if I do this?" It was my turn to make a move, leaning closer to kiss, pressing my lips while I took a deep breath, and when our kiss broke? All of the chains that held us broke too.

Clothes disappeared while kissing each other as much as we could and once I was down to my tank top with no bra, Matt took me by the thighs, throwing me on my back, spreading my legs wide:

"I am pretty hungry and I know exactly what I want to eat."

Whining at the hard suck on my clit, my hand was already holding his head, Matt letting his hair down for me to pull, then doing exactly what he said, eating me from the inside out.

Every swift lick of his tongue had my body jerking, holding his head by the hair and grinding against his face, a burn from his beard and none of that phased him, only devouring more with the small breaths he took.

My vision was growing blurry, kitten-like lick at my clit along with his finger slipping into me, pumping slowly before adding another, then pumping as quick as he could, nerves so wild that my body started lifting me with shakes:

"Sweet Jesus, Matt!" I cried at how hard I came, falling to my back and squirming at how tight I was around his fingers, both of us coming to a stop when we heard my phone ringing.

It was Nick.

Matt was sitting up on his knees, readying himself for when I was done, answering the phone:

"Hey Nick, what's up?"

"Just wanted to let you know, things didn't really go according to plan with Brandon and filming some BTE, but we just got the food. So, we'll be back in a bit," Nick explained, my head nodding and wanting to end this conversation:

"Okay, I'm here, so-"

Mid-sentence, Matt had his cock positioned at my entrance and slammed right into me, having me whine hard at it while on the phone, almost dropping it and I heard Nick:

"Y/N?! You good?"

"Yeah," I huffed out quickly, biting my lip to hide moans when Matt started rolling his hips, laughing under his breath and delivering quicker thrusts, trying his hardest to get me to break, "I just stubbed my toe is all. I'll see you when you get here!"

I threw my phone after I hung up, sitting up slightly and grabbing Matt by the hair, pulling him down to kiss and bite his lip:

"You think that's real funny, huh?"

"I wasn't letting him ruin my fun," He snickered, freeing his lip with his tongue going into our kiss, taking my wrists and pinning them down to the bed, slamming his hips harder, "And if he's coming back, I better make you cum quickly."

"You mother-" I went to scold him, but the pleasure building up from my toes to my head was so good, burning up at the touch of our skin, chest to chest while he began to kiss my neck, feeling hard sucks, "Matt!"

Getting me off wasn't going to be a hard task with the way he was going, his soft grunts and growls adding to it all, shifting his hips so my legs were higher in the air, the grip on my wrists even tighter.

"Think that, stubbing your toe, will be a good enough excuse when you're walking with a limp?" He loved to poke at me, in this manner, it only wired me up more, walls clenched and spasming at that tone along with the tip of his cock hitting my deepest spots.

"I sure as hell hope so!" My eyes were shut so tight, feeling his forehead against mine, the tensity in both our bodies as I started to unravel.

"You know, I think I just heard the elevator. Can't really tell when you're moaning my name so loud," He teased one more time before growing serious, his voice deep and low when he commanded, "Cum for me."

"I am cuming, Matt!" My legs latched around his waist and locked, shaking and my nails digging into my palms when I formed fists, gasping for air and gushing around him, whining his name softly as he let his cock enjoy it with soft thrusts, kissing:

"Fuck, that's so good."

"Good isn't the word," I whispered against his lips, both of us stopping when we heard footsteps at the door.

We have never moved so quickly, a struggle to get dressed with how bad my legs were shaking, thankfully that I wore a hoodie tonight. I was hoping I would be able to hide the shake in my legs when I sat upright in the bed, covering the wet spot I left with a blanket, and wiping the sweat off of my forehead.

Matt was sitting in the chair next to the bed, fixing himself in his sweats, throwing on his hoodie too, and so nonchalant that you would never expect that we were just going at it like animals.

"Food has arrived!" Brandon stepped in first, coming to the dresser to unload it with Nick.

"Sweet," I smiled, hoping I seemed normal, taking my food from Nick:

"Here's yours and yours."

Whenever he handed Matt his food, Matt's eyes were on me, teasing knowing only I knew what he meant:

"Thank you. I've been needing something tasty." 

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The more he keeps popping up on my dash, the more I’m drawn to the cocky stupid bratty attitude.

I really wanna write something with Matt Jackson being a jerk. Not even necessarily anything smutty, because that goes against my brain. I just wanna make him an asshole. But nothing I’m seeing is giving me any ideas.

It’s rude

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I have so much to say

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「 SUMMARY 」 — you’ve never squirted before. matt makes it his mission to make her squirt multiple times over

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], fingering, soft sex, groping, praise, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

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「 GENRE 」 — smut

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matt sat at the edge of the bed completely perplexed by the string of words that just left your lips. all the while you crumpled into an embarrassed heap, red faced and naked before your loving husband, shying away into your knees to avoid his pleading gaze

“wait wait…’ he began, joining you at the top of the bed, back pressed against the headboard, still trying. to gauge your words

“what do you mean you’ve never squirted before?” he questioned, repeating your words, smoothing down stray strands of hair that fell across your eyes and atop your forearms. his hand made its way under your chin, guiding your face up to meet his gaze. the honey-brown of his irises bared his soul, trying to give comfort in your rather self-imposed, embarrassment

your eyes scanned his features, hoping to not find any mockery or judgement behind them. you didn’t, thankfully. you knew matt loved you wholeheartedly. he was mature enough to not judge you on something so juvenile and quite frankly unimportant. yet in the back of your mind, your own thoughts kept persisting, just lingering on that he might find your repulsive or not a decent lover.

you opened your mouth to speak but hesitated for a moment, letting a soft breath exhale from your lips before shutting them again. the calloused pad of matt’s thumb swiped over your bottom lip daintily, smearing some of the glittery lip gloss you’d been adorning throughout the day, his thumb now shiny and shimmering under soft lamp-light, an almost golden hue to the pearlescent speckles that graced his skin.

“its not that i’ve never wanted to…” you began, biting your bottom lip in hesitance as your avoided your loving husbands gaze once more, cheeks buried with a heated fury, all the while matt stared with a worried yet, understanding glance

“i just…i’ve tried but i don’t know how…” you admitted coyly, a small chuckle leaving your lips just at how ridiculous this entire scenario sounded. especially falling on the ears of your adoring husband, who was nothing short of compassionate throughout every ordeal you faced. he surely knew that this would have not been an easy thing for you to confess.

he understood that women were always put high on a pedestal of sexual prowess, needing to be good but not too good to overshadow their male counterparts. experienced but not to the point where they know more than he. consequently not inexperienced enough to not know what they’re doing. to be virgins but not be clueless, to be experienced but to not have slept around. the expectation was too high to compete with, he’s come across women who feel like they need to fuck like porn stars in order to please their lovers, being able to endure such reckless, uneducated encounters and be expected to put out afterwards.

matt gave a solomon hum in response, placing a gentle hand upon your knee tracing featherlight shaped up and down your calf, from knee to ankle, travelling slowly back up your thigh until he rested the tips of his fingers against your exposed hip bone. he leaned into you, his free hand wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your warm, naked frame into his chest, allowing you to listen to the soft, rhythmic thrums of his heart beat amongst the silence that flooded the bedroom. his fingers threaded lightly through the strands of hair, massaging your scalp with slow, gentle strokes

“you know i love you, right?” he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper, accompanied with a subtle, tired and husky rasp that you’d become so accustomed to in the midnight hours over the years. you replied with a small him, nuzzling yourself into the warmth of his broad chest. his head resting idly atop of yours, leaning down to kiss your hairline before pulling away to gaze upon your features momentarily

“and i never want you to think you need to be embarrassed of things like this. don’t this you not being able to do something makes me love you any less”

the calloused pad of his thumbs felt so coarse against your smooth cheeks. your heated skin burning against the relative coolness of his palms, succumbing to his touch, his embrace. the whites of your eyes become glossy, pupils blown with adoration and utmost love towards your husband, who stared back with the most endearing smile that you could not help but fall deeper in love with.

“you want me to help you?” matt quipped with his usual flirtatious tone, amorous flair dripping from the tip of his tongue. your body grew more heated, a furious blush burned your cheeks, feeling him nuzzle into your neck and squeeze at your hips

“and how would you go about doing that?” you murmured seductively, leaning up to trail kisses against his jawline, the corse, wiry strands of his beard tickled your skin. he pursed his lips into a thin line, humming sweetly with a cocky undertone, almost as if he was challenging your words

“i have my ways” he retorted, resuming his fiery passion with hungry kisses across your jawline and neck. matt shuffled slightly in the mattress, the silky bed sheets provided a cool sensation to his hot flesh. he positioned himself behind you, his large chest pressed against your back, a calming effect it had on you, setting aside your nerves for now as he held you close.

matt began to lick and nip at your neck, taking the soft skin between his lips and lightly nibbling and marking the flesh. a chorus of soft moans reverberated into your skin, making your writhe and shudder closer into him

“matt…” you whimpered, feeling his ring-worn palms brush against your perky nipples, the swollen buds sensitive and overstimulated from his persistent touching, eventually he took them between two fingers, his index finger and thumb, lightly twirling and yanking them as pleasured moans erupted from your lips

“please…” you continued between shaky breaths, matt gave your nipples one final tug, and a hard one at that, the initial sting as he release sent shockwaves of pleasure to your core. he returned to groping your breasts, the pillowy mounds turning to soft, malleable putty in his palms, squeezing and contorting the flesh however he saw fit.

“be patient, princess…” matt’s words were tantalisingly sweet in your ears, his voice still held that low rumble, reminiscent of a growl or another guttural sounding remark. his hands trailed slowly down your stomach, delicate touches were all you felt at the feeling would grow and dissipate in intervals the lower his digits sunk. eventually, he stopped at the mound of your sex, tracing the indents of your hip bones and pelvis, the axis of where your thigh and hip met, down your thighs and close to your ass where flesh was not covered by silky cream coloured sheets.

your skin burned and tingled with his touch, so desperate, craving him more. begging for him to please you like a husband should. his fingers continued to explore your flesh, inching back to your mound, in between your thighs where he slotted both hands between them, slowly beckoning your thighs open.

“spread ‘em for you, sweetheart” you gave no resistance as he spread your thighs apart for you. his fingers traced delicate lines across your mound, with one finger between your folds, spreading your wetness around and against your inner thighs. your moans sweet, interjected with small hitches of your breath each time your husband’s rugged finger would circle around your clit

“so wet for me” he muttered against the skin of your neck, words muffled through frantic kisses. he spread your folds further, dipping two fingers into the warm wetness of your cunt. despite just being his fingers, the stretch of your cunt around him was nothing short of wonderful, feeling both digits curl deep inside you was just as mesmerising as the first time you both engaged in it

his name mixed in with your moans, so ravenous with so much want for your husband’s touch. his lips pecked the delicate skin, peppering feverish kisses to your jawline, feeling himself grow hard against the small of your back. a throb that was persistent and evident against your skin. his tip engorged and red, drooling with warm beads of pre-cum, uncontrollable with his lust

“good girl…” he cooed, nipping gingerly at your earlobe. “you ‘ve always been so good for me”

all you could muster was a small hum in response, feeling his fingers dig and curl deeper into your dripping cunt, the digits glossy with your sweetness each time he would pry them from your warmth. you tilted your head back, gasping and moaning into his jawline, leaving wet open-mouth kisses to the flesh.

the rumbles of his moans resonating low in his chest, the soft vibration between your shoulder blades and against your back. it was a comfort you’d found yourself melting into, a comfort that made life feel safe and serene. just warm against the heat of his chest

his fingers curled deeper into your void, gathering your sticky wetness, about ready to spill down your thighs. he could feel the heavy pulses around his digits, the pull of your cunt dragging him deeper into the void of arousal. his cock throbbing with such desires that could rival the sinful wanting of the devil himself. matt’s teeth would gently nip and bit at your skin, pulling you out of your euphoric pleasures for a moment to gasp and mewl at the sensation

“matt…” you whimpered once more, his name lingering on the cusp of your breaths, rolling off the tip of your tongue with such ease and much to his amusement. your cunt ached with a dull throb, pulsating with heat as you tried to calm yourself, feeling that arousal bubble in your belly, wetness beginning to pool around your husband’s fingers.

“don’t fight it, princess. just let it happen” matt cooed sweetly, momentarily deafening the wet squelching sound between your thighs, a pool of wetness vide toy forming between them.

“oh fuck-“ you cried out, orgasm rushing through you like a tidal wave.

“that’s it, pretty girl” your husband’s voice lulled you through your orgasm, blankets damp, a puddle of your juices between your shaking thighs. matt’s finger is still forcibly filling your void, egging you on, desperate to get another orgasm out of you.

“matt please…” you cried out again. the sound of your wet, dripping cunt, oozing warmth around your husband’s fingers was almost too much to bear. matt remained silent momentarily, merely enjoying the sounds your body produced. the sweet wet squelch between your thighs, your frantic whimpers, your please for him to give you more, something, anything. just another chance to revel in your orgasm.

“give me one more, sweetheart. i know you can”

“matt i can’t-“ you panted, evidently breathless from the lovely assault from his fingers. your cunt so overly and thoroughly stimulated. so sensitive to his touch, body practically jolting and shuddering every time his fingers would curl inside of your cunt or gingerly graze across your clit.

with that, you spilled over once more. this time matt releasing his fingers from your void. your sweetness gushing down your thighs, like a fountain. an audible gasp left your lips at the visible wet stain between your thighs, the sheets completely soaked, as were matt’s fingers. the calloused digits literally dripping with you, with your sweetness, the culmination of your arousal

he gave no hesitation in bringing them towards his lips, sucking and cleaning his fingers, his tongue lapping up your sweetness like a man lost in the desert dying of thirst. that insatiable thirst instantly quenched upon your juices mingling with his taste buds

you could not help but be overcome with a profound embarrassment, cheeks heated and flush with orgasm but also shame. you’d ruined your favourite bedsheets, made a mess of them. your inner thighs glistening and wet with your own warmth. you don't necessarily know how to feel, despite your husband's resounding, proud smile. you felt…disgusted in a way at yourself for making such a mess. matt took note of your sombre expression, his mood chipper mood instantly softening to one of worry and heartache

“no, my sweet girl. you did so well”

it’s like he could read your thoughts, his mind synching with your own in some telepathic marital bond. his hands fell to your shoulders, massaging the taut flesh, trying to absolve some of your stress and worries away. his lips leaving soft, lingering kisses to the back of your head, subtly in having your sweet scent.

“you sure?” you questioned, desperate for your loving husband’s undying reassurance. “i mean. i made a mess”

the aforementioned bedsheets, soaked, cold and sticking to your heated skin slightly

“that’s the fun part” matt retorted cheerfully, trying to brighten up the mood. he wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, pulling you in, once more to his chest, his breathing regaining slightly, feeling the subtle thrum of his heartbeat against your back.

“don’t worry about the sheets sweetheart. go get yourself ready in the shower, i’ll be with you in a minute” matt hummed softly against your hair, plain going another lingering kiss to your temple before getting up, gathering the sheets in a bundle as you stood up.

you made your way into the bathroom, your cunt still aching and dripping with pleasure. you sure as hell knew matt wasn’t done with you yet. the heated lights rained down on your skin, only emphasising the burning sensation that ran throughout your body. turning the water on, letting the water run cold for a moment before stepping in, hoping it would cool down some of the desire that burned within you.

you hissed as the frozen water met your skin, soon feeling relieved as it effectively cooled down your system. in matt’s absence you gathered the lavender and bergamot shampoo in your palm, lathering it in your hair, sighing in relief at the sensation. matt silently entered alongside you, placing sweet kisses to your neck and the tops of your shoulders as you raised the shampoo out of your hair. his hips instantly began grinding against your ass, his cock still semi-hard against your skin.

“god i fucking love you, princess” he mumbled against your skin, guiding the swollen tip of his cock bee teen your thighs, parting your soaked folds , slipping his cock deep inside of your wet cunt. you gasped at the sensation, at the force of his movements. he smelled into you with vigorous force trying to pry another orgasm from your walls almost instantly. water beating down on both your skin, enveloping you in clouds of steam and sweat sticky against your skin

you hummed along the lines of an “i love you too” in response to your husband’s loving praise. his cock stretching and slamming deep into your aching cunt. your body shuddering with pleasure, still so overstimulated from your first orgasm, that you could barely stand. matt wrapped an arm around your waits, keeping you still while repeatedly fucking you back onto his cock.

the gentle lulls and pulls of his movements kept you alert, on edge a matter of fact. brain hard wired, fixated on nothing but chasing your inevitable orgasm. your husband’s hands hungrily groped your flesh, trailing up towards your breasts, staring at your hips where he previously held, fingernails digging into the skin, not hard enough to cause bruising, but strong enough to leave small indents in their wake. travelling upward, his palms mingling with the supple flesh of your waist, caressing the small soft pouch of your tummy that jutted out slightly, your womb although empty for the time being, soon to be prime and ready for nurturing and growing his offspring. he held his hands stagnant against your flesh for a little longer than anticipated, simply daydreaming of the day where your belly would finally be swollen and full of his seed. he rid the thought from his mind hastily, focusing on the now, which was to make your pretty cunt drool around his cock.

his hands finally came to your breasts, instantly squeezing them, massaging the mounds of supple, pillowy flesh between both his palms in intervaling circles, feeling your swollen nipples harden against the parts between his fingers. moans spilling from your lips like a chorus of angels harmonising, in pure wanderlust the both of you were.

in a moment of pleasure your eyes met, arching your head to the side, meeting his gaze, staring deep into those pools of cocoa, almost black of his irises, pupils dilated in a frenzy of arousal. breaths being caught between booth your parted lips, swallowing each others moans

“cum around this cock, princess. i know you want to” matt cooed, his voice sickly sweet on the tip of his tongue, his breaths beginning to labour and shaky with uncertain breaths, his body shuddering and jutting against yours just as desperate for release. in a frantic attempt to help your husband get you off, you let two fingers fall between your thighs, beginning to stroke and rub your aching clit in circles, the pearl oversensitive to your own rough touches

“oh fuck. matt please! i’m cumming-“ your cries muffled with the hum of the shower. squirting around your husband’s cock just as you did his fingers previously. the result is far more intense, visually and physically, despite your thighs already coated in a warm slick from your previous orgasm, the sensation only heightened the second time round. matt’s praises fell on deaf ears, a dull, almost deafening ring buzzing through your ears as you were finally relieved of your orgasm, completely unresponsive to the fact you husband had just filled you to the brim, his seed coating your outer folds, mingling with the sticky wetness of your own orgasm on your inner thighs.

“such a fucking messy girl…” matt breathes into the crook of your neck, peppering lazy kisses to your skin, trailing up tp behind your ear.

“should make you cum like that more often”

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[coleskingdom]

Sunday Funday

Matt Jackson x F reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

Summary Matt decides to distract you from your to do list.

GIF from @ cowboyshit

“Hey babe” Matt said as he kissed the top of my head, I was at the kitchen table finishing my todo list for the week.”Hey, what are you up to?” I asked distractedly. “I’m gonna grab a workout outside the weather is nice.” he said as he walked out the door to the back yard. I got up from the table putting on a playlist thinking about the truth of the statement about the songs you used to party to is now the songs you clean house to.

Loading the dishes into the sink, i noticed Matt was actually working out in the back yard not the gym with door open. What the hell is doing? I thought, running the water. I looked out the window over the sink.He took off his shirt and picked up his jump rope,his ponytail bouncing, the sun hitting the perfect curve of his back, his butt bouncing every time he jumped. I thought I saw him glance over his shoulder, I ducked my head down,pretending to focus on the dishes. I glanced up again not being able to resist as he continued his jump roping, I started a minute too long because he turned his head grinning at me. Damn it, if I was caught I was going down fighting. I put the dishes down, and went to the bedroom, selecting the bikini he liked from the last trip we had taken and turning on the hot tub controls by the door. I put on the bikini, flipped my head over and fluffed my hair, and went out side.

As I opened the back door he was standing there waiting for me, “ Hi …. Princess” stumbling over the last word. I kissed him on his cheek walking past him and walking down the steps into the hot tub. “ What are you doing?”he asked, as I took off my top as the water covered me. “ I’m just so tense, I thought the hot tub might loosen everything up. You go ahead with your work out I’ll be fine.” I said coyly. Kicking off his shoes and socks lowering his gray shorts following leaving on his tight black boxer briefs as he walked down the steps into the hot tub sitting one step higher than me. “ Oh I can’t let you suffer, let me try to help.” he said mockingly, his strong hands rubbing my neck and shoulders, “ you really are tense” genuine concern in his voice. His hands continued to work, little moans slipping out and contented sighs filled his ears.

“ Matt you always know just what I need.” His hands disrupted my train of thought“ I do princess, I think I know a better way to ease your stress.” His kissed behind my ear easing behind me on the same step. I turned to face him, he kissed me deeply, “I’m gonna need you to do exactly what I say, this going to feel so good for you” he said roughly. “ wrap your legs around my hips loosely, put your arms around my neck” I did as instructed, “such a good girl when she knows I’ve got her.” He walked us to the middle of the hot tub where the bubbling jets are, he kissed me again working lower, his mouth on my neck when he suddenly dropped us lower, a powerful jet aimed at my core. “Matt” I moaned, the unexpected pressure and warmth on my clit,he raised us back up, this time taking one of my nipples in his mouth as he began to suck his teeth lightly grazing, moving his mouth before dropping us again this time on to a dual jet this time moving the bikini bottom to the side. The jet was precisely hitting my clit and core at the same time. “ Matt” My legs started to tremble,his face staring intently at mine. “ You’re so beautiful, when you’re about to come.” Raising us back up again pulling me closer to him . Catching my breath “ Matt you’re not playing fair, you started this.” I said as my brain was forming words, “ I was simply trying to make your day a little more interesting. You’re the one who came out here in my favorite bikini, and threw the top off.” he said walking us towards the middle again. “ Matt, I need more” he smiled at my words. “ I know princess.” he dropped us again the jets hit me again, I buried my head against his shoulder, as the pressure hit just right, then he lifted us back up. “ please please Matt “ my words sounding desperate and pathetic. “Wrap your legs around me, I’ve got you” he climbed the stairs out of the hot tub and laid me down on the sun bed.

Matt undid the swim suit bottom and lifted my legs and his mouth was on me, licking and sucking, his mouth paying extra attention to my clit. “ Matt, baby not like this, I need you “ I said trying to hold back my orgasm, he stood up taking off his wet boxers freeing his cock, the Sun shining on his still wet body, I groaned just looking at him. “He draped his body over me, my legs falling open,as he settles between them the tip of his cock teasing me as he kisses me deeply. He slides in deep, I clench my walls around him and hold him there, he groans. “Princess if you keep doing that, I’m not going to last very long.” I clench around him again ,my hands running down his muscular back. He groans, he quickens the pace, “Matt, I’m so close” he changes angles hitting the spot deep inside and reaches his hand down and puts the right amount of pressure on my clit, I shatter beneath him, he’s watching me intently, I feel his cock twitch as the orgasm rolls through me, his release hits just as mine ends but causes another wave of pleasure to run through me. We lay there for a few moments catching our breath.

He kisses my forehead as he rolls to my side pulling me into him the sun warming both of us. Sleepy and relaxed I curl further into him “ Hold on princess, don’t fall asleep yet.” He gets up retrieving a throw blanket , and robes from inside the house. He spreads the throw over me,and climbs back in beside me, letting me use him as a pillow as he plays with my hair till I fall asleep.

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[behindthesefangirleyes]

Spring was never waiting for us, dear, it ran one step ahead

By SilverShadow1

One word is all it takes for Hawkins Fuller’s world to crumble around him.

OR

Hawk reflects on the two greatest losses in his life at Tim's memorial service.

Status: Complete || Words: 4,435 || Chapters: 3/3 || Categories: M/M, F/M || Relationships: Hawkins Fuller/Tim Laughlin

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Summary: AEW Wrestlers (Ft. Zack Sabre Jr and Nic Nemeth) reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Wrestlers mentioned: Kenny Omega, Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson, Jay White, Zack Sabre Jr, Nic Nemeth and Samoa Joe

Part 1 Part 2 Main Masterlist

Kenny Omega

It wasn't a secret that Kenny didn't want kids

He didn't even want a long term relationship as he claimed he wanted to be 100% focused on wrestling.

That was until he met you, he was instanly headover heels in love with you. Yet his opinion on children never changed

When you found out you were pregnant you were terrfied

You didn't know how Kenny would react to the news.

When you told him he broke out in tears.

Deep down inside he always wanted to be a dad

Kenny would not leave you side during your whole pregnancy

He would talk to your growing bump and fall asleep listing to the baby's heart beat

Kenny is such a girl dad, he would be the best father

Of course his daughter would come out with Kenny's gorgous curls

Nick Jackson

When Nick found out you were pregnant he was in pure shock

The two of you always wanted children but it never seemed to work out

When you unexpectedly found out when you were pregnant you coudn't wait to tell Nick, knowing how happy he would be

Nick would be all over you during your pregnancy

He would'nt let you lift a finger, he would take such good care of you. He's such a sweetheart!

He would be a great father

Matt Jackson

When Matt thought you were messing with him when you told him you were pregant. He thought you were playing a joke, although there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Not because you were pregnant but because you were just pregnant a few months ago. He was more confused on how you were already pregnant again.

Matt would definitely keep you locked away at home constany pregnant. I know he only has two kids but I know he definitely wanted like six.

He would show you off, he was so proud of creating a life with you

He would deffinitly brag about how he got you pregnant

Jay White

You stood looking at the pregnancy test in shock

You couldn't believe you were pregant, you were so young

Jay had just taken over bullet club, this was no time to be having a child

Jay had to find out the hard way that you were pregant because you thought it would be easier to hide it from him

When you confessed you were pregnant he was shocked on why you were so upset about it.

He thought it was a great thing that you were pregnant

Although young Jay (Jay without the beard) was not the best father he sure did try his best.

He loved playing with his son, the two of them were best friends and looked identical

You practically cloned your boyfriend

Zack Sabre Jr

When Zack found out you were pregnant he was confused, almost like he wasn't sure how the two of you could have possibly made a baby when he damm well knew how you made a baby.

Zack would be the paranoid dad

He would read every parenting book to make sure he was doind everything right

He would love that child to death and protect the hell out of them

At times it was like Zack was also pregnant because he swore he was getting your pregnancy symtoms

He would get you whatever you were craving at whatever time

Sometimes he would judge your weird food combinations

Zack is the dad who would be holding three cameras all at diffrent angles to get the perfect shot of your kids christmas concert

He would play with your kid for hours outside and whever you went out it was like he was preparing for a zombie apocalypse

The man carried everyting needed to preform open heart sugery on him at all times, it was almost concerining

Nic Nemeth

Nic always wanted to be a father but he accepted early on it just simply wasn't going to happen

Relationships just never seemed to work out for him, that was until he ran into you one day. And I mean ran into you. Nic had physically run into you at a show one day.

From the moment he saw you he fell in love, you were the girl of his dreams and he knew he couldn't mess this relationship up

For once Nic felt like thing would work out for him

When you told him you were pregnant it was the best day of his life

He coudn't wait to be a father! The thought of being a older dad never bothred Nic, he was just happy he could finally do the one thing he wanted most

He would build you a beautiful nursary and love that child so much

Samoa Joe

You just know Joe would be a massive teddy bear

He would take such good care of you and your baby

If someone even dared to look in your direction he would go into attack mode, he was exteemly overprotective in the best way possible

Joe would cater to your every need, going to get everything you were craving. Even if it was in the middle of the night.

Joe would be sympathetic during your pregnancy

He would probbaly eat all of your cravings with you so you didn't feel alone

He would confort you during all of your emotional outbirsts and show you so much love

This man's love language is acts of service and physical touch to you know he won't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

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[plentyoffandoms]

Day 4: Missionary 🎃

Matt Jackson x f/reader

Requested by Anonymous

Kinktober 2023

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs do not belong to me. @stukky

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Missionary sex. Unprotected sex.

WC: 592

Requested by Anonymous

The lights in the room were low, and there were candles strategically placed all over the room. There is music playing in the background, but the only noises I were focusing on were falling from her lips.

The little whines and whimpers as she clung to me, with her arms wrapped around me as she dug her nails into my back.

My name fell from her lips as I slowly thrust into her.

"Matt. Please." She herself has no idea what she is even asking for, but I do. I always do.

I hiked her one leg up and wrapped it around my waist. The angle made me hit that one spot inside of her that had her seeing stars.

The low groan and her pussy tightened around me knew I hit just the spot.

"Right there?" I asked her.

"Huh uh." Her hands are up by her head now, her hands in a fist, her eyes slightly closed as she let me fuck into her.

But I changed my pace the moment 'huh uh.' slipped from her lips. I needed her screaming my name. To let the whole hotel know who the hell was fucking her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She cried out in a chant as I fucked her as hard as I could. The bed frame was bouncing off the wall, and I could hear the neighbours getting pissed off, but my main focus was on her coming around my cock and screaming my name.

I dropped her leg, but never stopped fucking into her. I collapsed on top of her but caught myself by placing my arms on either side of her head.

Her hands were now in my hair, that was in a bun, and pulled the hair tie loose and flung it somewhere in the room, and placed her hands back in my hair, pulling on it slightly, making me groan out her name.

My hair fell down, and it was around us, like our own personal curtain. I leaned down and kissed her hard.

I was close but I didn't want to finish just yet, so I pulled back, away from her lips, her hands and pulled my cock out of her pussy.

"Matt." She whined at the loss of me.

"Just give me a second love."

"But I need you."

"You need me? Want me to cum in your pretty pussy baby?"

All she needed to do was spread her legs wide and flash me that pretty smile and I was on her once more.

Slamming into her over and over again. Pounding her so hard into the mattress that she will have a hard time walking after this.

She was moaning my name as I brought her closer and closer to finishing around me.

One hard thrust was all she needed. I felt her squeeze my cock so tight before she even started to scream my name.

A few more thrusts and I stilled. My own groan of her name fell from my lips as I spilled into her.

I collapsed fully on top of her now, her arms wrapping around my body just like I did hers. I kissed her gently, the two of us smiling into the kiss.

"Again." She mumbled against my lips. That had me pulling back to look down at her.

"Again?"

"Mmmhmm." She traced her finger down my chest towards my half-hard cock.

"And this time, I want to ride you."

That was all I needed to flip us around to have another round.

Day 3: Anal - Chuck Taylor ● Day 5: Breeding - Matt Jackson

Tag list: @lghockey @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

The Best Surprise

Pairing: Matt Jackson x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 3,696

Summary: You reminisce about your life with Matt while planning to surprise him with your son at a show. With the help of Nick, Kenny, and Brandon, Matt is in for the best surprise.

Warnings: Brief mention of pregnancy and childbirth

Requested by: rihannaprotor14 on Wattpad

Masterlist

Taglist

Gif is not mine. Credit to owner.

You always dreamed that this would be your life, and here you were — a loving husband and, in your opinion, the world’s cutest baby boy.

You’ll never forget the day you meet your husband. It was a warm, sunny day in California, you had just moved from your hometown about two months ago, still finding your way around town. You remembered being completely and utterly lost until a kind stranger noticed your confused and panicked face and offered to help. You immediately knew who he was, having seen plenty Young Bucks matches over the years. Your savior was none other than Matt Jackson.

He so sweet and helpful the entire time he was explaining that you had just gotten turned around, offering to walk with you to your destination since he was headed in that direction too. You accepted his offer and the pair of you headed off down the street in the right direction this time, until a voice called out, “Hey! Matt, where are you going? We gotta get to the house, we told mom we wouldn’t be late!” You knew immediately, not just from the words, but from the voice that it was Nick, clearly confused on where his brother was going and what he was doing.

You looked up at Matt, curious on what his response would be. “Go ahead! I’ll be there soon! I got something I need to do first.” Matt replied, stopping to turn and face his younger brother. You stopped as well, not wanting to get lost anymore than you already were.

Nick realized quickly what was happening, he knew Matt and he knew his brother would never turn down the opportunity to help anyone — especially a pretty woman like you. Nick just nodded at his brother with a knowing grin. “Alright. I’ll see you later.” Nick shakes his head and begins his journey to his parent’s house in the opposite direction.

You froze, seeing Nick going in the other direction. Why did Matt lie? Does he really want to help me that bad? “I thought you said you were going this way, or is Nick taking a short cut?” You were confused and wanted to know what was going on in Matt’s head. You eyed his face for a reaction, the one you got was one you weren’t expecting. Matt Jackson was blushing.

“Well… I— I did lie. I’m not really going this way, but I didn’t want you to get more lost or worse — some creep try to help you instead. You probably don’t want my help now, so I guess I’ll go catch up with Nick.” Matt rambled, guilt written all over his face.

“No! I— I mean, no, you don’t have to go. I would still love your help. Like you said, I’d rather have your help than some creepy guy’s help.” Matt made you nervous and you just thought it was because he was a famous wrestler, but as he talked with you as you two made your way down the street, you knew that wasn’t the case. You felt butterflies in you stomach, your heart was racing, palms were sweaty. Little did you know, Matt was feeling those same things too.

After that day, you didn’t know if you would see Matt again, he was a busy man after all. It was about a month later when you were entering your favorite little coffee shop that you ran into Matt again. You smiled to yourself, remembering how he helped you find your way. You ordered your coffee and took a seat by the window while you waited.

Nick had noticed you sitting by the window while Matt had went to the restroom. Nick debated on inviting you to sit with them, Matt had been driving him crazy the past month talking about you nonstop. Sure, it was cute but after a while, Nick wanted to either plug his ears or glue Matt’s mouth shut. Nick had to admit that he was happy to see Matt with this glow and happiness about him, meeting you really helped Matt get out of the funk he was in recently.

Nick was about to head over to your table but Matt retuned before he could. Nick nudged Matt and pointed over to you. “Your girl’s over there.” Nick teased his brother, grinning as he watched Matt’s face light up not even paying attention to what Nick had called you. “Go invite her over, unless you want to ask her out then I’ll go home.” Nick tells Matt as both brothers watch you get your coffee from the barista and return to your seat.

“I can’t ask her out already! We’ve only met once before this.” Matt quietly exclaims. Matt really did want to ask you out but he didn’t want to rush things and ruin them or scare you off. His gut and heart are on the same page for once, telling him that he should go for it anyways, but he just can’t bring himself to do it… yet. “I’ll invite her over.”

Matt took his time reaching your table, going over what to say to you in his head, his heart accelerating with every step, throat going dry, and palms growing sweaty. He finally reached your table and decided that he would just be casual. “Hi.” He smiles that million dollar smile at you, watching your face light up as you recognize his voice.

“Matt!” You exclaimed, thrilled that he was there but most importantly, ecstatic that he remembered you despite the month gap since your first meet. “Have a seat! How have you been? That was a great match Wednesday, I had no doubt you three would win.” You gush, referring to The Elite winning the Trios Championships.

“Thanks! It was a great match wasn’t it?” He chuckled at your excitement. “I’m actually here with Nick, just over there.” Matt turns to point to the table where Nick should be, but he’s gone. Matt knew exactly what Nick was doing, leaving so he would have to spend some one-on-one time with you, an unofficial date. “Well, he was over there.” Matt shook his head, he knew better than to leave the table. He’s done it to Nick before and after all Matt taught Nick everything he knows.

You laughed, having seen Nick slip out of the coffee shop when Matt had his back turned. “Yeah, I saw. He left a few moments ago. If you were going to hang out a little longer, you can sit with me.” You offered, gesturing to the chair across from you.

“You know what? That would be great.” Matt grinned, trying fight off the blush creeping up on his cheeks. He would have to remember to thank Nick later for ditching him like that.

You surprised yourself at the words that left your mouth. You were typically on the shyer side but something about Matt made you feel at ease and more outgoing.

The conversation was fun, exchanging stories and sharing dreams for the future. Time passed quickly, neither of you realized two hours had passed by until Matt got a call. “I gotta take this. It’s Nick.” Matt informs you, after reading the caller ID. You smile and nod, gesturing for him to answer.

Once the phone call is over, Matt gave you an apologetic look. You knew he had to leave, you didn’t want him to as selfish as that was. “Go on. You’re a busy man, I get it. I had a great time anyways.” You did your best to not sound so disappointed, but by the look on Matt’s face, you didn’t do a good job.

“I’m really sorry. I forgot about this family dinner.” Guilt was all over Matt’s face. He hated to leave you like this, but he couldn’t miss this dinner. He went to stand but stopped, a thought popped into his head. Just ask her for her number. You know you want to, that way you wouldn’t worry about not seeing her again. Or you could ask her out before it’s too late. She might end up dating someone by the time you see her again. Those thoughts raced through Matt’s head. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth, “Can I have your number?” He just blurted it out before he chickened out. He shyly looked at you, worried he was being out of line or something.

Relief washed over his handsome face when you held out your hand with the prettiest smile he had ever seen. “Sure. I would love that actually.” You typed your number into his phone as he did the same. “This is probably too soon and sudden but, would you want to get some lunch tomorrow? If you’re not busy, of course.” You couldn’t shake the feeling that you’ve had since you first met him. Your gut and your heart agreed that Matt Jackson was special, and he was going to be apart of your life from now on.

Matt froze. Did you just ask him out? He was supposed to be the one to ask you out. He had to admit, he was relived that the pressure was off him. “I would love that actually.” He grinned repeating your words from a few minutes ago. He had a good feeling about this, feeling less nervous and more comfortable. As cliché as it was, Matt knew you were the one — he was going to marry you one day.

It was about three days later when you and Matt finally got to go on that date. Even though you asked him out, he insisted on taking you out to this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that he just knew you would love. You didn’t argue with him too much about it because he sounded so excited about it. Matt arrived at your apartment ten minutes early, he was just so thrilled to be going out with you that he didn’t want to be late. When you opened the door, Matt’s breath got stuck in his throat. You looked absolutely gorgeous. “Wow! You look…. Wow…” That was all Matt could manage to get out, his brain short circuiting causing him to be unable to form proper sentences.

You blushed, looking down at the floor. You’ve never received this type of reaction in the past, and you could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. You took a deep breath and looked up at Matt, your eyes meeting his. “You look very handsome, Matt. I was worried I over dressed.” You nervously clasped your hands together to keep from fidgeting too much.

“You dressed just right, better than alright.” Matt reassured you. “Oh! I got you these.” He pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. “I wasn’t sure what ones you liked to I got a variety.” He rubbed the back of neck as he held the bouquet out to you. Your heart melted at the sweet thought. None of your previous boyfriends put any thought into dates, so Matt had really taken you off guard.

The date went beyond what you expected, the food was delicious and Matt was a complete gentleman, opening doors and pulling out your chair. Once again, the conversation flowed smoothly, like you two had known each other for years. You couldn’t believe it was real, subtly pinching yourself every so often to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

Thankfully, you weren’t dreaming that day because you ended up going out with Matt again three more times before he asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you said yes.

Matt introduced you to his family not long after that. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Matt kept telling you that you had nothing to worry about, that he would be there and Nick too. He was right. Everything went smoothly, you loved his parents and siblings, you just hoped they loved you too. You knew they did when his mom and sister invited you out for a girls day two days later. The girls told you all kinds of stories about Matt and Nick as kids and teens, most stories were about Matt though and you appreciated the ammo you had now for some playful teasing when you saw him again.

Three years later, you were walking down the aisle to marry none other than Matthew Jackson — the love of your life. The wedding was simple, beautiful nonetheless. Matt was standing at the alter waiting for you to make your grand entrance and when you did, boy did he cry at how beautiful you looked and realizing that this was no dream. At the reception, Nick gave a speech about the newlyweds, telling the story about how you two met, how Matt could never seem to shut up about you — he still doesn’t shut up about you. Nick made sure to finish his speech on a sweet but funny note in true Nick fashion.

Two years later, you and Matt discovered you were going to be parents. You were both excited by the news and couldn’t wait to tell everyone. Nick knew first and it wasn’t because he’s always with Matt, it was because he may or may not have waltzed into yours and Matt’s home to be met with ‘OH MY GOD!!! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!!!’. Nick couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction. He was thrilled to be an uncle and knew you and Matt would be amazing parents.

The whole pregnancy Matt was by your side, requesting time off from work to stay with you instead — he didn’t want to miss a single thing. You told Matt to go to work, at least until the last few months, but Matt Jackson is a stubborn man. The entire pregnancy was spent with Matt waiting on you hand and foot, even if you could do something, Matt would insist on doing it instead. At first you hated it because you still more than capable of doing your everyday routine, but as the later months came along you were thrilled to have Matt doing things for you. You needed some water? Matt’s on it. You want some random off-the-wall craving that makes him gag? He’d suck it up and get it for you. You wanted a foot rub? Your wish was his command.

Those nine months came and went, and it was time for you to give birth to yours and Matt’s first baby — a precious baby boy. You were grateful for Matt never leaving your side, encouraging you, letting you all but break his hand as you pushed and yell at him for doing this to you in between pushes. Matt took it all like a champ. He knew once it was all over you’d feel bad for all the things you said to him and about him during delivery and if he had to suffer an almost broken hand to meet his baby then so be it.

A cry filled the room signaling you did it! You welcomed your sweet boy into the world and couldn’t help but cry as the nurse finally passed you your baby. Matt wasn’t any better off, he was a crying mess too. If Nick had been in the room he would have snapped a picture.

Speak of the devil, the door opened and entered Nick and his wife. Just like you thought, Nick just had to snap a picture of the crying family. Nicks wife smacked his arm when she heard the click of the camera. “What? Matt did it to us first.” He whined for being scolded.

Nick’s comment made you and Matt laugh while sniffling. You waved him and his wife over. “Wanna hold your nephew?” You offered, knowing how excited Nick was about the baby, arguably more excited than you and Matt. Nick was quick to carefully scoop up your son.

“Wait! I didn’t get to hold him yet!” Matt pouted, eliciting laughter from you and Nick’s wife.

Fast forward to the present day, Matt was back at work despite him trying to negotiate more time off with you and the baby. He never knew just how much he could love someone until your baby boy came along. Matt was constantly doing things for you and the baby, cooking, cleaning, helping you bathe your son, helping feed and change dirty diapers and tending to your son in the middle of the night. Honestly, Matt was a life saver and you loved watching him with his son, the baby talk, playing peekaboo, doing anything to get him to laugh. You had probably thousands photos of your two boys already and your son wasn’t but a few months old.

Today, you had a surprise for Matt. With the help of Nick, Kenny, and Brandon, you and your son were going to surprise Matt at the show. It wasn’t but an hour drive from your home so you came up with the idea, especially seeing and hearing how down Matt was about being away from his two loves and you could tell your son was missing his dad by how he would cry for him and refuse to eat for you on occasion.

Nick and Kenny teamed up to keep Matt occupied while Brandon helped you with the baby outside. Brandon filled you in on what was going on, the guys had told Matt they were going to film for Being the Elite which wasn’t entirely a lie, they really were just not at the moment.

Brandon stopped outside the the dressing room door and told you to wait for his cue. You nodded excitedly, unable to wait to see the look on Matt’s face. Brandon entered the room and you listened as he talked with the other men. “But that’s not all. We have a surprise for you.” You heard Matt begin to protest but Brandon cut him off. “Trust me, this is the best surprise.”

That was your cue. You turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open. “Is there a Mr. Matthew Jackson here?” You asked, pretending to be clueless but the huge smile on your face gave you away.

The look on Matt’s face, once he whipped around upon hearing your voice and your son’s babbling, was priceless. You definitely wanted to surprise him more often. Nick, Kenny, and Brandon couldn’t help but smile as well, thrilled that they managed to keep Matt from finding out you were coming with the baby. “What are you— But how— When did—” Matt fumbled over his words, shocked that you were standing before him with your son in his carrier, who was grinning and clapping his little hands.

“You just gonna stand there or are you gonna kiss your wife?” Kenny chuckled, nudging Matt forward. That was all Matt needed to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you like he hadn’t seen you in years. You smiled into the kiss, forgetting that the two of you had an audience.

“Alright, alright. Break it up you two. There’s a child present.” Nick teased, glancing down at his nephew who was having the time of his life playing peekaboo with Kenny.

“You’re right.” Matt said, realization appearing on his face. He swiftly grabbed a bandana and slipped it over Nick’s eyes. “That’s much better!” He exclaimed, a chorus of laughter erupting from the group.

“Haha. Very funny.” Nick rolled his eyes and tossed the bandanna onto the table.

“Now let me see my sidekick.” Matt slipped away from you and Kenny passed your baby over to Matt.

You and the guys watched Matt interact with his son. It made your heart melt with how sweet and gentle Matt was with him, and glancing over at the guys, it’s safe to say they felt the same as you by the looks on their faces. Matt was talking away to the baby who babbled in return, both clearly caught up in their own little world and speaking their own little language as only a dad and son can.

“Thanks for helping me pull this off fellas. I hate when both my boys are feeling down and missing one another.” You tell them, breaking your gaze from your adorable little family to your very amazing friends turned family.

“You know you’re right Brandon. This is the best surprise, thanks for doing this guys. I really appreciate it and I really needed it.” Matt finally broke his gaze from his son and his eyes landed on his brother, best friends and you, a great big smile etched on his face.

“Why don’t you take him out there at the end of the show? Like you, he loves attention.” You grin, knowing just how much this would mean to Matt. Just imaging your son eating up the spotlight as Matt shows him off is enough to make your heart melt.

Matt’s eyes met yours, wide and hopeful. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Absolutely! He’s already a star in the making thanks to you four.” You chuckle, watching Brandon scoop your son up from Matt’s arms. The three men spent what felt like hours playing with the sweet baby while you and Matt looked on. “Who would have thought this would be our life?” You question.

“I did.” Matt placed a gentle kiss you cheek and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You swooned, turning to face him and pulling him into a sweet kiss.

What no one knew was that Brandon had caught everything on camera, and while editing the upcoming Being the Elite episode, he couldn’t resist throwing in some footage of Matt and his baby. That episode was hands down the cutest one that anyone had ever seen. The internet was blowing up over the cuteness of Matt and his little boy. You and Matt smiled as you rewatched the episode, cuddle up on the couch on the couch of your home with your little boy in Matt’s lap who excitedly babbled and clapped at seeing himself, his family, and all his new friends on the screen.

You certainly were living out your dream, filled with all the best surprises.

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The Fashion Show

Pairing:  Matt Jackson x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader loves her friends Matt, Nick, and Brandon, but cannot stand how they always want to go shoe shopping. Refusing to tolerate it, she heads off on her own to shop, but Matt volunteers to tag along, showing her that he has a sense of fashion, and certain feelings for her…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Public Sex, unprotected sex, mirror)

Requested by: No One (But I hope you all enjoy it!) 

Word Count: 1.3k 

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

"You three have gone to literally every shoe store there is in here! Can I go do my shopping now?!"

Matt, Nick, and Brandon have a serious issue when it comes to sneakers. Feels like hours and hours passed in this huge mall with him taking their time to go to damn near any store that sold sneakers.

"But wait there's another one there!" Brandon called out, jumping at Matt's snap:

"Shut up, Brandon!"

"Whatever, I'll just go alone," My head shook, beginning to walk away, till Matt took my hand, telling Nick and Brandon:

"She's right. Go on ahead and look at shoes, I'm gonna go with her."

Matt always knew how to put a smile on my face, squeezing my hand and skipping along, "So, where are we going?"

Heading up the escalator. I pointed to a fancy-dress store, giggling:

"And if I can suffer through all your shoe shopping, you can handle some dresses."

"Okay fine," Matt pretended to be disgusted, but while going through the store, he was actually picking out things I liked!

There were some sun dresses I liked, got a few that gave me sexy feels, and since I had to suffer, I made Matt carry around all of my things, then dragged him to the dressing room. It was nice to have one big room, a divider for dressing, and a nice chair in the corner.

"Okay, organize those and hang them up for me," I commanded, hanging up my purse and going behind the divider.

"Yes, your highness," Matt listened, hanging up the dresses next to the divider, sitting back down, but looking as I asked:

"You going to help me choose?"

"You want my opinion?" He double-checked, sitting back with a smile. "Sure! I'm the only one with good taste after all."

"Actually," I corrected, laughing and taking the first dress, "That would be me."

Even though we were joking, as we started going through the dresses, Matt showed that he knew me so well, narrowing it down to three dresses, one I still had to try on, the last one being the one Matt picked out himself.

Looking in the mirror while putting it on, it said a lot. There was a deep V-Neck that showed off my breasts a little, hugged every curve, and had ruffles toward the bottom a bit and it was very cute, but it made my brain wander.

"Last one, Matty," I smiled, strutting out and posing, smiling more when he looked up and down, still in his seat and observing every little detail, "So, what are we thinking?"

"Just," Matt tilted his head, motioning his finger, "Do a little spin for me?"

Nodding, I got on my tiptoes, spinning for him and giggling, "I really like this one, Matt. You really do have good taste."

"Oh, I do," He smirked, motioning for me, "Make sure you can really move in it before you buy it." 

"Hmm," I hummed, sitting on his lap and crossing my legs, "Not like I'll be wrestling in it or anything. So, it's good."

"Hey, you never know. Wrestling is a one-of-a-kind sport," He tried making small talk, but was looking down at my ass sitting right on top of his cock, biting his lip at my hips swirling a little:

"You're right, but I could kick someone's ass in this if I really had to."

"Your hips sure can move in it," He whispered, not paying attention and getting lost in thought.

"Oh, you like that?" I giggled, laughing more when he looked up with a bit of surprise, but this wasn't our first-time flirting, so he played it off, being honest and taking a step further:

"Sure do."

A slight slap on my ass really made me feel a certain way, the heat in my legs growing like fire when his hands slithered up to my hips, rocking me back against his hard-on, looking up my dress and into my eyes with a devilish smile.

"I see why you picked out this dress now," I turned around in his lap slowly, palming him with one hand, the other curling a piece of his hair, "You wanted to see your crush in a sexy dress hm?"

"Wasn't passing up the opportunity," He admitted, taking me by the chin and kissing me softly, the dirty passion in them showing how long it's been buried inside of him.

"Keep turning me on and we're gonna have to go to the car or something," I whispered between kisses, tongue dancing with his, till he bit my lower lip:

"We don't have to go anywhere. Just take your panties off."

"Matt," I looked laughing, "We're in the store and I'm still in this dress."

"You're gonna buy it," He shrugged, "And if you get too loud, I'll just cover your mouth or something."

He had me rolling, needing to get the laughter out, but we both had devilish sides, mine kicking back when I shrugged too, grabbing him to kiss:

"Fuck it. Let's do it."

Standing up while still kissing, I kicked my panties off, Matt ripping open his button-up and undoing his pants, then plopped back down, fixing the dress so it was above my hips, turning my back to him, and sitting me over his lap and on his cock softly.

"I liked the feeling of you sitting on my dick," He snickered, watching in the mirror across from us how I had to take my time sitting on his cock, already fighting moans.

Once I was settled, I closed my eyes with a smile and hummed to make up for missing out on moans, looking back when he tapped my ass, smiling:

"Wanna move those hips again?"

"Like this?" I played, swirling them nice and slow while I fixed my legs:

"Oh yeah, that's even better," He watched them circle and ride, holding onto my hip, finding my gaze when he noticed a shift in my body.

"How about this?" I smirked, picking myself up and leaning forward a little, then falling back down onto every inch, bouncing my ass off his hips and going faster every time I picked myself up.

"You are-" He went to say something, but bit his lip; I think he was fighting some noise of his own, because he had this determination in his eyes, taking a handful of my hair and yanking me back onto his cock faster than I could move, earning a moan from me.

I probably looked stupid from all the faces I was making, about biting my lip off so I wouldn't scream like I wanted and then get arrested in the store. Taking his knees in each hand, I squeezed hard and dug my nails in, his tip smacking my sweet spot so hard that it made me jump a little.

In the mirror, he was so proud, able to let his lip go and mess with me:

"Struggling?"

"Fuck you, Matt," I whispered, looking to see my breasts out of the dress which made him go harder, "You know I'm about to cum."

"I can tell," He huffed, sitting up a little and pulling me back so he could whisper in my ear, "Cum all over my dick, come on."

Did he mention covering my mouth earlier? I did it for him and he took the hint, covering with both hands and even threw his hips up too, getting me closer and muffling my moans and cries, the tightness and friction already too much, and when his tip smack my sweet spot one more time?

I was a mess, slicking my thighs and his too, about falling and pushing his hands away so I could breathe properly, whining softly at how hollow I felt when he pulled out of me, falling back into the seat with a huff.

"Shit, I might need new clothes," Matt chuckled softly, and so, I took the chance to joke:

"You do with the way you show up to Dynamite sometimes."

"It's like that?" He laughed, trying to grow serious though when he pulled me back onto him, growling, "Remember that when you want some more of this." 

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My last moodboard of the week is for the glamorous @mrsmatt ! Enjoy some kennymatt angst! Love ya! 💖🍩

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~♡Please Dear ♡~

{Rating: Smut}

{Warnings: Swearing, Use of Sex Toys, Throat Fucking, Dom/Sub dynamic, Pet Name Use, Orgasm Denial, 3-some, Lingerie, Teasing.}

{Pairing: Young Bucks x Fem!Reader}

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【Summary: It's Y/N's Birthday, and she feels the need to tease her Boyfriends, only to be taught a lesson by them】

[Y/N's POV:]

It was August 6th, AKA. My birthday, Matt and Nick allowed me to go out shopping without them, little did they know. I went to my favorite store "Mama's Bow-tique", I picked up a bunch of stuff. Including a really cute nightgown!

~♤~ After Y/N arrives home ~◇~

"Happy Birthday Hun." Matt Cooed as he hugged me

"Where the fuck did you go? You were gone for 3 hours!" Nick Asked

"Nicky! Calm down. It's her birthday!" Matt sighed

"Fine." Nick sighed

~♧~ After They Ate Dinner ~♡~

"So what did you buy?" Nick persisted

"I bought a bunch of toys.." I giggled

"What Kind of Toys?" Nick questioned

"Probably Sex Toys-" Matt Added

"Oh... My naughty girl~" Nick Hummed

I felt my cheeks turn red, and my legs clenched on instinct.

{♡}~ That Night ~{♡}

"Ok Ready?" I asked, Standing in the bathroom

"We're ready Y/N" Nick and Matt Said in unison

I walked out in a cute Blue Lingerie set, that had a matching Collar, I pulled on the leash a little and both of my boyfriends sharply inhaled.

That was until they put the newly bought handcuff sets to the headrest on the bed and I was tied up, as Matt held a vibrator to me and Nick fucked my throat Mercilessly.

"We're- Gonna- Teach- You a lesson" Nick Said in between choked out moans

I felt my own pleasure swell up like a bubble in my stomach right as it was about to pop, Matt pulled the Vibrator away from me.

"Ah-Ah Dove. You have to beg for it." He coldly spoke

Nick pulled his cock out of my mouth and sighed "go on doll, beg for it." He chuckled coldly after that

"Fuck! Please Matty! Let me Cum!" I begged to Matt.

"Good Girl, Now go on. Cum." He demanded

That seemed to have coaxed my orgasm straight out and it felt like a breath of air, Until Matt slammed his cock into me. I gasped out sharply only for it to become a gag as Nick continued to Fuck my throat

"Nicky.." Matt Called Batting his eyelashes innocently

"Yes Matt?" Nick said

"Why don't we switch?" Matt proposed

"Just let me" Nick got cut off by his own Orgasm, in which he came down my throat and i took it all

"Now we can switch Matt" Nick said

By the 8th round of the night, I had no more stamina. But somehow these Fuckers could go for thirty more rounds.

"Ohh look how Cock-Drunk our girl is" Matt Cooed

Which pushed me over the edge and caused me to use my last bit of stamina

"Good Girl. Now let's clean up for bed.." Nick Hummed

I glanced at the clock and it read 12:30am, we started at 5:00pm how the actual fuck!?

But Out of the whole ordeal, I got to sleep in my new nightgown, the next morning I woke up to a hum against my body, and saw Nick holding a little bullet vibrator Against me

"Ready for round 10?" He asked

I looked over at the clock and it read 6:00am

"Sure.. I guess" I groggily said

"Good sweetheart, this time we'll be gentler." Matt hummed

I just hope that 6:00am won't bleed into 6:00pm, cause goddamn they know their shit..

A few seconds later, they of course had just begun to get ready for this whole early morning shit. Matt on the other hand, was already Fucking my throat, and Nick was still getting ready to do his shit.

He also had kept the vibrator in contact with my pussy until he finally entered me.

By 6:10am I was a sweaty Moaning mess..

"This good?" Nick asked

"Please Dear, go faster" I begged

"Ok" He did so

Something tells me it's gonna be a long day.

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