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smartycvnt · 5 months

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True Love

Title: True Love

Pairing: Randy Orton x Reader

Word Count: 767

Randy cackled as he watched a couple of his friends get into a shoving match. Everybody was stuck in some small town because of road work, so Y/n was forced to spend the night in the hotel bar with everybody else. Her roommate for the night had brought someone up to the room and had demanded complete privacy. That meant, Y/n was stuck there until her roommate came down for the night, if she did.

The clock was nearing midnight, and there were no signs that she would come down anytime soon. Y/n didn't want to sleep in the lobby, but it was looking that way. She doubted that Randy would be willing to let her crash with him for the night. He hadn't been in a very giving mood since losing his title.

"You're up late." Y/n grimaced at the sound of a familiarly slurred voice next to her. "Get the sex boot too?"

"Yep," Y/n said as she avoided making eye contact. Randy would absolutely kill Wade if he caught him talking to Y/n. They had been friendly until Wade started hitting on Y/n, asking to rekindle their old relationship. Randy hadn't openly come out and admitted his feelings for Y/n, but he had gotten himself a pretty lengthy suspension for his behavior.

"You can stay in my room if you'd like," Wade offered. Y/n kept her head down as she picked at the label of her drink. "Come on baby, look at me."

"Maybe she would if you didn't look like a damn caveman," Randy said as he slid up next to Y/n. Wade scowled at him as the two men had a staredown over Y/n's head. "Are you tired baby? Come on, I'll take you back to my room. Cody and Ted are gonna be awhile."

"Night Wade," Y/n muttered as Randy pulled her away. Randy made a show of sticking his hand onto Y/n's ass as they walked away for Wade to see. "You're an asshole."

"I hope there's a but coming."

"But I love you," Y/n added. Randy beamed at her words, his guard obviously a bit down from the drinks. Y/n stepped into the elevator and waited for Randy to join her and press the button. "Are you coming?"

"Not yet, but thank you for offering." Randy was smiling like he had just said the funniest thing in the world. Y/n leaned back against the wall as she rolled her eyes at him. She didn't understand how he could go from being the most suave man she had ever met to that dork. It was only bound to get worse the more comfortable that they got around each other, but Y/n was looking forward to seeing the real Randy. She knew that so much of his personality was a facade that was just waiting for the right person to drop around. She knew that he could be the man of her dreams if he stopped trying to be cool for everybody else.

"Just get over here please," Y/n said. Randy hopped into the elevator and stared at the buttons expectantly. "I don't know what floor you're on."

"Oh right. Right." Randy pressed the button and then immediately started jumping up and down. Y/n knew what he was trying to do, but she doubted that he'd succeed in it. It was whenever he got his group of merry idiots to join in that she ever really got worried. Randy could be a little destructive on his own, but it was so much worse with Ted, Cody, and the others.

"I'm pretty tired. Will you carry me to the room?" Y/n asked. She had expected Randy to make some stupid quip, but instead he just scooped her into his arms. He carried her down the hall in his arms bridal style. Y/n's arms clung around his neck, opposite to the side where she had buried her face. Randy carried her all the way into the room and over to the bed, where he dumped her somewhat clumsily onto the mattress.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower. You don't have to be sexy when I get back, Ted took the last of the condoms." Randy had spoken so seriously that all Y/n could do until he was gone was nod. Once she was alone, she busted out laughing. Randy could be a lot of things, but at least he was smart enough not to press Y/n for anything without protection.

#one shot #wwe #wwe x reader #my writing #randy orton x reader #randy orton

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randyortonhunk · 4 months

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vampygomez · 5 hours

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I seriously can’t stop watching this video and wanted to share it for others to enjoy. 💕

(This popped up on my fyp on TikTok, all rights to original owners and creator of the edit)

#randy orton #found on tiktok #tiktok fyp #he’s so handsome #God he’s sexy #rights to original owner

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aalyssah · 4 months

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Dominate Me

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Choking, Cursing, Degradation, Dom & Sub Relationship, Face Fucking, Names, (Slut & Whore), Oral, (Roman Receiving), Praise, Slapping, Spanking and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 2,256

Summary: After seeing Roman degrading Randy on TV it makes you wish for him to be a little more rougher with you at home, so when you tell him, he shows you how dominant he can get in bed.

A/N: A sorta long smut for Ro. Hope You Enjoy!

Currently, you sat on the couch in the living room, watching an episode of Smackdown. You had a glass of lemonade on the coffee table as well as a book in your lap.

You watched as your husband gave the same old promo, talking trash about Randy Orton who just returned after his back injury and you couldn't help, but bite your lip at him.

The way his deep voice filled the arena sounded so sexy. He cursed and talked as much trash as he could, degrading, belittling Randy and that's when you realized something.

Roman's never talked to you like that.

Obviously since you're his wife, he's gonna respect you and try to make you feel confident, but sometimes you want him to talk dirty to you. Degrade you, call you names, slap you around, but he never does.

You let out a sigh, deciding to switch the channel, you'll watch the show on YouTube. You continued to read your book in hopes to stop thinking those dirty thoughts.

Time passed since then and you didn't even notice until Roman unlocked the door with his keys and opened it. You put a bookmark in your book before jumping up and running to him. "Ro." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

Roman accepted as you greedily kissed him. It took him by surprise for a second, but you soon pulled back with a smile. "I missed you so much." You said, snuggling in his chest.

Roman wrapped his arms around your waist. "Me too." He guided you to the couch, seeing the show was changed. "Why are you watching AEW?" Roman asked, sounding 'offended.'

He grabbed the remote, changing it to YouTube. "Did you see my promo?" You honestly shook your head no. Roman took your answer and went to WWE's channel, pulling up the promo.

You watched half of it, remembering what he said until it got to the part where you turned it off. "Randy, you think you're Daddy." Roman paused, laughing. "But really, I'm Daddy. I'm Daddy to you, Jey, LA Knight, Logan Paul, I'm everyone's Daddy!" Roman began laughing again, Jimmy and Paul Heyman joining in.

Roman cut the video off with a smile. "I'm everyone's Daddy!" He copied the video. You gulped, letting out an awkward laugh to fit in, but Roman noticed. "Hey, what's wrong?" You looked at his concerned face.

"Oh nothing, I'm just really tired, that's all." You reassured him and part of him knew you were lying, but he wasn't gonna push you to say it. Roman stood up, taking your hand. "Then let's go to bed, yeah?" You nodded your head, following him to your shared room.

You sat in bed, waiting for him to come and when he did, he was in a pair of shorts and no shirt, showing off his tribal tattoos. "God, I love you." He muttered, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too, Ro." You smiled. You broke apart from his hold and turned on your side, ready to sleep. It was all quiet and dark in the room until you felt Roman's hand trail up and down your leg.

You jumped at his sudden touch, gulping as his hand slowly went higher and higher to your waist. He pulled you back against him, your body now getting molded into his.

He slowly began thrusting his hips on your ass, the growing boner getting harder and harder. "R-Ro." Roman continued to tease you, his hands finding their way up to your chest.

He groped your clothed covered breast, playfully toying with your nipples, a squeal coming from you. "Do you like that?" You nodded your head.

Through the small heat of the moment, an idea came to your mind. You want him to be rough with you, you'll give him a hint. You grabbed his wrist, pulling it up to your neck.

You wrapped his hand around your neck, pushing down on his hand to squeeze. Roman looked confused behind you, quickly removing his hand. "Y/n, what are you doing?" He asked, sitting up.

It took everything in you to turn around and when you did you expected for him to be disgusted, but instead, he looked genuinely confused. "Uh, I-" You didn't know how to explain it.

You closed your eyes, the dark room making it hard for him to see you. "I just thought that maybe we could do something different." You said, avoiding his eyes.

Roman reached over to the nightstand and turned the lamp on, light finally brightening the once dark room. "Try something different? What do you mean?" You took a deep breath. "I want you to be rough with me when we have sex. Maybe, choke me, spank me, degrade, y'know?"

Roman's facial expression transformed into different emotions, but the last one was a smile. "Why didn't you tell me? I've always wanted to do that with you." You looked up at him, smiling as you saw his face.

"I thought you would be disgusted in me, or you wouldn't want to hurt me." Roman shook his head, taking your face in his hands. "Baby, no, I love you and I would love to do anything with you. Just say the word and we can always try it out."

You smiled, hearing that. "You wanna try now?" You nodded your head, too shy to answer. "What's the safeword?" You were quiet as you thought about it. "Grapefruit." Roman nodded in agreement, noting to keep that word in mind.

His once happy expression changed into stern, mouth in a thin line, and eyebrows relaxed. "Strip and get on the floor." You looked shocked, trying to process his words.

"Did I stutter? I said strip and get on the floor!" You scrambled off the bed, quickly pulling your shirt over your head and shorts and panties from your legs.

You stood there awkwardly biting your lip as Roman stared at you, taking in your body as if he hadn't seen it before. He pushed himself off the bed, going over to the chair that was in your room.

"Get on your knees and crawl to me." You sank down to your knees, crawling to him, feeling embarrassed even though nobody, but him was watching.

You sat in between his legs, looking at him for the next instructions. "Take my cock out." You reached up, pulling his shorts off his hips and taking his cock out.

You stared off stroking him, leaning down ready to take him in your mouth, but Roman pushed your head back. "Did I tell you to suck me off? God, being such a greedy whore." You gasped at his words, not expecting it, but for some reason arousal built up inside you.

Roman gave you a concerned look, but after a nod, he continued. "You can start now." You gave him one last look before taking him in your mouth. You hummed at the taste of his salty pre-cum that instantly hit your tongue.

His cock was warm in your mouth as you sucked him off, Roman groaning loudly, his hand going down to your hair. "That's it, keep sucking your Tribal Chief." You moaned at the name he gave himself.

You've been waiting for this for a long time and you're now finally getting it!

Roman gently pushed your hair back in a low ponytail, so he could get a clear view of your face. You looked up at him with 'innocent' doe eyes, continuing to take him deep down your throat.

You use your other hand to fondle his balls, squeezing them gently in your hold. Roman deeply growled, hips jerking up slightly. A choked up sound slipped past your throat as you pulled away from his cock, a trail of saliva hanging in the air.

You tried to catch your breath, but Roman harshly pulled your hair back, forcing you to look up at him. "Did I tell you to stop?" He slapped your cheek lightly. "Huh? Did I?" You whimpered at his angry tone.

He forcibly put his cock back in your mouth and began fucking your throat. His cock easily slid in and out your mouth as his balls lightly slapped your chin. Your hands were gripping his meaty thighs, nails digging crescent moons deep in them.

Roman's animalistic groans took over the room, the sounds of you struggling going deaf on his ears. He finally pulled you back off his cock with a 'pop' sound, smiling as he saw your fucked out face.

Saliva trailed down your chin to your chest, red teary eyes looking up at him, your chest heaved up and down, you looked ruined and he hasn't even properly fucked you yet.

"Get on the bed, face down, ass up." You rushed on the bed with shaky legs, from being on your knees so long, and got into the position he said. You sat there waiting for him to come, the cool air in the room blowing on your wet cunt.

You playfully shook your ass side to side, begging him to come fuck you. You jumped, letting out a squeal when you felt a slap land on your ass.

Roman slapped your other cheek, your ass turning red already.

"Stop being such a needy slut and wait." You moaned at his degrading words, pushing your ass back on him, his cock rubbing against your entrance. "Please, put it in." Roman ignored your pleads, guiding his tip to your hole.

You moaned as his cock slipped in, settling deep inside you. Nicely, he took some time and let you adjust to his size before actually fucking you.

He started off slow, hands pulling your waist back to meet his hips. He was still as he watched your ass bounce off, his cock appearing between your cheeks.

You let out small breathy moans as his cock slid in and out of you. Roman grew cocky behind you, landing a slap to your ass. "Come on, you wanted to get fucked so bad, work for it."

You whined when he stopped you from moving. "Come on, fuck yourself on me." You obliged, throwing your ass back on him.

Although it felt nice with his cock inside you, it wasn't enough.

You began huffing and puffing in the sheets, mad that there was no force in the thrust to give any pleasure. "Please fuck me." You begged.

Roman growled, digging his big hands in your waist. "Such a lazy girl, aren't you? Can't even fuck yourself with my cock." He muttered the last part of the sentence to himself.

His hands tightly held your hips, pulling you back to his thrusts. "Oh fuck!" You yelled, burying your head in the sheets to quiet yourself. Suddenly, he grabbed the upper part of your body, forcing you up.

You could no longer hide your moans back now that he had the top half of your body up, a hand wrapped around your throat, gently putting a little bit of pressure. You cried loudly as his cock hit all the right places.

You grew cross eyed, babbling inaudible words. Roman chuckled behind you, hips still pounding into you. There were sickening wet noises coming from your pussy, indicating the amount of pleasure he was giving you.

“Damn, you're gripping me so tight." He hissed out, increasing his pace. He finally let you go, your body falling limp on the bed. “I’m gonna cum!” You warned him, trying to meet his thrusts.

You reached down and started playing with your clit in hopes to egg you closer to your release. Only with a couple of thrusts did you finally cum. Your body froze, legs shaking, and mouth open, but nothing came out.

Roman continued to pound into you, feeling himself near the end too. His growls were loud as he praised you. “Fuck that’s it, cum on my cock like the good girl you are- oh shit!” Roman came, his cum shooting deep inside you.

He still slowly thrusted in you, making sure to empty everything he had inside you. You laid there still in position, taking everything he gave you.

He sat there, letting you recover before gently grabbing you and picking you up bridal style. “C’mere, baby.” He carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the bathroom counter while he turned the water on in the tub.

He let it fill up while adding your favorite soap before putting you in. He slid behind you, letting your back rest against his chest. “You did so good for me tonight.” You sleepily smile, letting him wash you with the soapy loofah.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” You both shared a laugh and let a comfortable silence take over the bathroom.

You know your body’s most likely gonna be sore in the morning, but with a little bit of Ibuprofen and rest, you’ll be fine to go another round sometime this week.

You now laid in bed with Roman holding you close to his chest. “Why’d you want rough sex all of a sudden?” Curiosity laced in his voice as he asked the question.

“I don’t know, sometimes I just want you to dominate me. Seeing you on TV acting like a god is so hot.” You admitted, a blush creeping on your cheeks. Roman was gonna tease you, but he couldn’t agree more.

The sex was amazing and he’s gonna keep dominating you as long as you like.

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bayleymania · 8 months

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I know that this is a mostly AEW blog, but I needed to say this somewhere and I thought that here would be the right place.

I wanna suck Randy Orton’s dick so badly. I would literally drink the cum out of that man’s penis. I would abandon my morals for that man. I know that he’s happily married with kids and all, and I love that for him, but given the chance, I’d give him that gawk gawk 3000. I would lick his tits, I would kiss him down his chest and stomach, I would suck his cock, balls, bury my face between his thighs, hell I’d eat his ass if he asked. I’d do literally anything he asked. Anything he wants. The voices in his head would be screaming in pleasure when I’d be done. I know his injured and all, but I’d suck him back to health.

Whether it’s rookie Orton, prime Orton, or Old Man Orton, I don’t care. He’s so fucking sexy and he deserves more appreciation. Same with Edge. I’d take them both. In fact, give me Edge, Randy, Christian, Finn Balor, and Homelander wannabe Cody Rhodes (without the neck tat. He’s not getting head if he doesn’t get rid of that hideous tattoo). Give them one night with me and- you get the point.

I need Randy to come back to save WWE from Vince’s ugly creative decisions and so that I can stare at his thighs and tats some more.

[let’s just be glad anonymous exists because I refuse to have this attached to my digital footprint]

You can come here to talk about any wrestler, and anything you want.

We encourage the thirsting on this blog.

#D A M N #nice #same #I mean what

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randyortonofficial · 1 year

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title: market penetration (click here to be taken to the ao3 fic version) pairing: randy orton/cody rhodes word count: 2569 important tags: daddy kink, dirty talk, office sex description: Cody is incredibly bored during a virtual AEW meeting. Thankfully, Randy rudely interrupts (as is tradition) to save his husband and provide a much more fun alternative.

Cody has his forehead resting on his palm, fingers massaging through his hair, eyes closed, listening to various producers go over whether they think the show is getting too progressive. He wonders if they even understand how the world works outside of their little bubbles, and he’s been trying to end the meeting for like, 20 minutes at this point-

“WHAT’S UP, YOU SEXY BITCH? I MISSED YOU.”

Cody’s eyes immediately light up at the sound of his husband. Oh thank fuck.

He can’t even find it in himself to care that everyone on the call just heard Randy say what he did, his own face splitting into a grin at the silence after his words.

“Guys, we’re going to have to continue this conversation next week,” Cody tells them. “My uh, next appointment is here.”

He doesn’t even wait long enough for someone to reply before he’s hanging up. He gives Randy the widest smile he can.

“I haven’t been this happy to see you in awhile,” he says teasingly as his eyes roam over him, glad it’s a tight tee and loose sweats. “And I missed you too.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been keeping yourself from me just so you can talk to people about taxes and synergy or whatever,” Randy teases before locking the door behind him.

That wide smile Cody has shifts into a smirk.

So that’s what they’re doing.

“I forget you’re all corporate sometimes,” Randy says. “Down to the suit.” He squints his eyes at Cody as he tries his best to look him over. “You know, i can’t check out your ass when you’re sitting down.”

You know, even when Randy is being an idiot, or annoying, or rude, or fucking anything, Cody adores him. He’ll frown and make the appropriate expressions and reprimands someone can, but he’s always smiling on the inside.

With an eye roll, he slowly stands up and sighs. “Ya know, one of us has to do all the boring shit to keep this company going,” he laments as he makes a show of stretching his arms out above his head while moving around the desk. “I know you get to go and have fun at yours, but over here, I gotta be the big boss.”

He turns to face his desk, back to Randy, leaning over like he’s checking one of the papers on the desk, pert ass pushing out. They both know it’s an excuse to show off his ass, point made explicit when he looks over his shoulder to raise a brow.

“This better, babe?”

Randy gives a low chuckle and rubs his hands together as he stalks towards him. “Lot better, baby boy,” he drawls.

The name cuts through him like a hot knife in butter, whole goddamn brain melting down to nothing.

“Come on,” Randy says, “you’re not having fun over here?” His eyes stay on Cody’s ass as he puts a hand on his hip, other gently rubbing a circle into his lower back. “Don’t like telling people what to do?”

Cody is unconsciously pushing back against Randy, wanting their bodies closer, and has to bite his lip when he feels Randy’s natural bulge against his ass. He’s trying to maintain any sense of rational thought but he needs less layers between them since, like, yesterday.

“I um,” he swallows before saying, in a low and rough voice, “I think I like to leave all the bossing around to you.”

Already, Randy’s hands are slipping around and up Cody’s front to hold onto his pecs, body lain over his back, and begins to mouth a trail of kisses along his shoulder and to his neck. “Can’t boss people around in your company. I uh, think that’s why we agreed I shouldn’t be there, right?” He gently bites at Cody’s earlobe and licks the pain better. “You’d give up so fast, wouldn’t you?” he whispers. “Let me fuck you in every single room backstage, just like old times.”

They fucked the night before and Cody may or may not have fingered himself while he was in the shower this morning - reliving the night - so at least Randy won’t have to work hard to get inside him today. He doesn’t feel like something drawn out or romantic, not in his office. No, just wants it hard and brutal, right here.

He’s whimpering, fingers digging into his desk, trying hard to coax Randy closer still using nothing but the power of thought. “Fuck, I’d let you,” he admits, though they both already knew that. “I’d let you take me wherever you want, let you fuck me however you want, I fucking love being your whore.”

He hasn’t pulled out the big guns yet, saving it just a little longer.

“Whenever I want, huh?” Randy’s tongue swipes out along his lips, tongue catching Cody’s ear, and his hands move down over the belt of Cody’s hands to start undoing from behind.

Cody’s head is going light and a little dizzy, not unlike how he feels after his third glass of champagne. He feels warm and floaty, willing to submit, willing to allow Randy to do with him what he wants.

“That’s the thing about being my whore, you don’t get a say in when or where.” He unravels the belt and wrings it in his hands before standing up straight and smacking Cody’s ass with it.

Hard.

Then one more time, because he knows Cody can take it, and Cody lets out a broken moan at the hard smack of leather against his ass.

It stings even through the layer of fabric, and he loves it.

“You’ll do whatever I tell you,” he murmurs. “Do you need to be reminded what a whore is?”

Cody is already nodding, along with what Randy is saying, before quickly changing it to a headshake. “N-No, I know how to be a good whore for you,” he says quickly, pressing back against as he leans further down on the desk, begging for more, anything. “I’ll be a good whore for you, daddy.”

The belt is tossed carelessly to the side before Randy undoes Cody’s suit pants the rest of the way. Cody’s brain stutters as Randy pulls down his pants and briefs, spreading his legs on instinct as far as possible, although with his pants still around his ankles, they don’t go all that far.

Not that he’s complaining. It’ll just make him all the tighter for Randy, and make Randy feel all the bigger.

Randy’s grabbing hard at Cody’s suit vest to maneuver him around to the longer edge of the desk before spanking him once more. “Act like a whore then,” he tells him firmly as he pulls down his sweats and boxers.

Cody’s brain stops when Randy’s bare cock presses to his ass.

He absently wonders if Randy remembers he has lube in his desk before realizing it’s not all that necessary. Maybe he wants it to hurt, even.

Randy is slamming his hands down besides Cody’s head and hovers over his back to whisper harshly against his ear, “beg like a whore.” He slaps the side of his face just to hear Cody whimper so beautifully. “Now. Don’t make daddy wait anymore.”

“Please, daddy,” he gets out, voice thin, pathetic, and desperate. “I need you inside me, daddy, need it so bad, wh-when I woke up without you this morning, I had to fill my hole up myself, needed something inside me, but it wasn’t enough, daddy, needed your cock, your come-” He cuts himself off with another whimper. “Please fuck me, daddy. Please.”

Being the face of AEW and running so much of the behind the scenes for AEW is so much fucking work and responsibility, and it’s only made him more desperately in need for times like these, where he can completely let go and forget any accountability to anything other than being a good hole for Randy to use.

He loves to just let go and be himself; the part of himself nobody else gets to see.

Even when he was with other people, even when he’d be a good boy for them, a good whore, it’s never been as honest, as submissive, as real, as it is with Randy.

“Aww, filled your hole all by yourself?” His hands are rubbing the back of Cody’s shoulders, though it’s more of a condescending manner. “No wonder you’re so pathetic now. You’re nothing if daddy isn’t filling up your sweet little hole everyday, huh?” As he keeps his hand going, his other hand reaches around the side to rummage through the drawer for the bottle of lube he knows Cody keeps in his desk. “You’re in luck though, baby boy.” Randy strokes the lube onto his cock to fully slather it on, and with a lubed hand steadying his cock, his clean hand goes up to maneuver both of Cody’s wrists together so he can hold them in one hand to pin them on the desk. “Daddy hasn’t been quite himself when he doesn’t fill you up either.”

With a familiar ease that comes from doing this for a tiny bit over a decade at this point, he pushes all of himself into Cody.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans. ‘Take it, baby, be good for your daddy.”

Cody takes in a deep breath as Randy pushes in, eyes closing, jaw falling open with pleasure, and a low moan slipping from his lips. A shudder of pleasure races through him and leaves his skins raised with goosebumps, leaves his cock so hard it hurts a little.

“D-Daddy, fuck.” He shifts back, trying to take Randy even better. “So good, daddy, feel so good inside of me-”

“Yeah, just like being filled, huh? Doesn’t even matter if I fuck you,” Randy breathes out as he begins to move, not bothering with going slow because they both know that’s not what this is for. A sadistic grin is hanging off his lips now, nails curling hard into Cody’s wrists as he leans down to whisper into his ear, “I could just stay in you and not move an inch, and you’d still be so happy, wouldn’t you?”

Cody nods, but can’t resist the whine that sounds in his throat. “Feels so good being filled, daddy,” he get out, fingers hurting a little from how hard he’s gripping the desk. “Love having you inside me-” He cuts himself off with a soft moan. “Th-Think I could come just from this.”

“You’d come from anything I do to you.” He stands up straight again, nails letting off Cody’s wrists to grab onto his hips instead. “But I want you to come because I’m fucking the hell out of you.”

He’s fucking Cody the way Cody likes - fast, hard, making him feel every inch with every thrust. It’s Cody’s favorite thing and he feels so good like this, spread out as Randy takes everything his body has to offer.

Cody is only aware of the fact that he’s been making noises, words even, and he’s sure he’s been doing it for awhile.

“So good, daddy, feel so good in me - fuck - please, faster, daddy, need more, I need it, please.”

It’s not coherent, it never is when Randy’s fucking him. It’s always desperate, always so honest.

“Faster?” Randy huffs a chuckle and shakes his head. “Fucking greedy slut.” He moves a hand up and around to latch onto Cody’s throat and pull his head back, and Cody’s body bends to his will. “Don’t like the way daddy’s fucking you?” he growls. “Huh?” His fingers press into his throat. “This not enough?”

Cody manages a whine, long and low immediately. “I’m sorry, daddy,” his voice cracks and strains under the pressure of Randy’s strong fingers. “It is, I-I’m just so desperate, haven’t had you in me all day.” He’s whimpering and fucking himself back to meet Randy as best as he can. “Can’t help wanting it, it’s all I want, daddy, just want you to fuck me all the time.”

And there’s such a triumphant grin spread across Randy’s lips as he listens to Cody’s flurried apologies. He really is so precious.

Randy takes his hand off Cody’s throat to let his head drop back down. He runs his hand back through his hair in a pseudo soothing motion, though more to be condescending. His thrusts slow to a halt, and that has Cody gasping, has him wanting to beg again but he bites his lip to keep quiet. He knows he needs to listen, even if he’s struggling to concentrate.

“Baby boy, I had no idea,” he says so smoothly, before letting his voice lower to that threatening tone again. “Listen up, I call the shots. Not you. You don’t tell me what to do, alright? Now be good, don’t make daddy have to tell you again.”

He slams back into Cody, using all the strength he has to keep his thrusts brutal and unrelenting, and his hands are pressing down hard now at Cody’s shoulders to keep him grounded

“I’ll be good, I’ll be a good whore!” Cody cries. “I promise, daddy, I promise, I promise-”

His words fall from his mouth in the same flavor, thankful and hungry. All he can do is lie there and take it, let Randy use him like he always has and he’s never been happier.

Cody can be the most jacked guy in the world. He can be so successful, he can be at the absolute top of his career, but no matter what happens in his life and through all the changes, the core of him stays the same.

That’s the same boy, years ago, who had looked at Randy with stars in his eyes and longed to be fucked by him, forever and ever after.

Dreams really do come true.

Randy fills him with a long groan and it spurs Cody’s own orgasm, causing him to cry out again as he comes into his hand, other hand holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life. It’s only when Randy finally stills inside him that he can grant his poor hands, and his body too, for that matter, some much needed respite.

Cody is whimpering in the afterglow of it all. Randy’s sweaty torso presses down into his fine suit and his whimper grows at the uncomfortable knowledge his mind decides to present him.

“Randy,” Cody whines, “I just dry cleaned this suit.”

“I fucking - I gave you the best fucking sex of your life once again and this is how you repay me?”

Cody blinks a few times before sighing. “Thank you,” he mumbles. “It was super great or whatever.”

“And what am I?”

“My daddy?”

“Yeah, but what else?”

“I’m not stroking your ego, Randy.”

“You should after what we just did, that was hot shit.”

“You're so annoying,” Cody grunts and rolls his eyes. “You’re a sex god. Anything else?”

Randy grins and pulls himself up. “Nope.” He gives Cody’s ass a nice spank before quickly pulling out-

“Randy!!” Cody gasps as he instantly turns around to face Randy. He swats at his shoulder. “You can’t pull out like that, you know I-”

“Yeah, you hate it, but maybe if you didn’t complain about me wrecking your suit, I would’ve been more nice.” Randy clicks his tongue as he pulls his pants up. “Let me know when you’re done so we can head out of here.”

Cody huffs. “Fine.”

“I love you?”

“Uh huh. I love you too.”

Despite their bickering, Cody and Randy can’t help but to smile at each other before Randy leaves, because despite the bickering, Randy being a dick, and Cody being a bitch, they know there’s no one else in the world that would be more perfect for each other than them.

If Cody’s suit gets ruined by Randy once in awhile for some incredibly hot sex, that’s a relatively small price to pay.

#candy #my fics #can't believe what a productive day it's been #hope u all enjoy xoxo

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