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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader and Yuta's friendship takes a hard fall whenever he joined BCC and she joined JAS. Despite all the conflict, they stay civil, Yuta making the reader question if she really belongs in the place that she's currently in. Learning her true place after taking his words into deep thought, their friendship reaches an ultimate strength and to make up for the conflict between the BCC and JAS feud, she lets him take control while clicking like never before…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing, Oral M receiving, hairpulling, spanking, rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 2.5k

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I always admired people who were brave enough to make decisions for themselves. It’s your life and I know I always did as I wished. So, when Yuta got angry at me for joining JAS, it made me angry.

We all knew that things were going to end up in a state like we were in now. I thought we could still be friends, but the opposite happened.

Sometimes, I hated that he still had a special place in my heart, interesting to see him stepping up to Chris Jericho, positive that he could beat him in a match.

There was no way I couldn’t respect his confidence and bravery, he was a champion after all, accepting a match against Chris, but he should’ve known that it wasn’t as easy as it sounded.

“You’re going to have your hands full Wednesday.”

Leaning against the corner of the wall in the hallway, I took a moment to talk to him myself, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard my voice.

“What? You scared that I’m going to mess up your boy, Chris?” He was still on his high horse, smiling at me when he faced me.

If anything, I was trying to warn him, but returning the sass:

“You think you can win, but it’s Chris. He wants Mox and he gets what he wants. You should know that by now.”

“Y/N,” He sighed, shoulders dropping with disappointment, “What happened to you?”

“Just because I chose a different path than you doesn’t mean you can belittle me,” Standing up straight, his words began to awaken some anger.

“You’re nothing like them,” His words made that anger stop, having me think deeply, “You’re better than them because you’re not a ‘sports entertainer’. You’re a wrestler and I know that.”

Yuta and I became close because we learned how to wrestle together. His words kept me silent for a moment and I didn’t want that.

Trying to play cool, I leaned against the wall, rolling my eyes, “You think you know everything, but you don’t, Yoots.”

“I know more than you think,” He smiled, swatting his hand, “Don’t even stress about it. I know you’re still in there.”

“What makes you say that?” Even I was willing to admit that I have changed some since joining JAS, I wanted to hear his answer, silenced yet again by his smile:

“Because you called me, Yoots.”

That made my heart race. It’s what I would always call him and I had a smile on my face every time I said it. Was I smiling while I said it just then?

He had me and he knew that, still smiling when he turned and walked away.

Those next few days, every word he said was on my mind and it made me question everything going on in my life right now, especially my alliance with JAS.

Of course, when Chris and Yuta’s match came around, Chris wanted Anna and I to run out there if Yuta had a strong advantage. It was clear that Chris underestimated him at times and at the climax of their match, Yuta was hitting his finisher and that’s when Anna ran out there with me following.

The first thing she did was jump on the apron, distracting the referee while Yuta was going for the pin.

As the referee's back was turned and yelling at Anna, Daniel came out of the crowd, ready to run in and go after Yuta, who was down and worn out.

But what no one expected was me jumping in the ring and super kicking Daniel’s head off. The crowd lost their shit, Chris was coming to and very confused by their reactions. Yuta was in the corner, jaw dropped while watching me, and Anna got into the ring to face me:

“What are you doing?!”

She started yelling and screaming, and I wasn’t having it. They took more things away from me rather than excelling me. This was a phony faction and I had enough.

One punch was all it took to knock her down, but I didn’t stop. Even when she started pulling my hair, I was still swinging, rolling out of the ring, and leading our fight out to the floor.

It was absolute chaos. Claudio and Bryan ended up coming out when Angelo and Matt came out to try and break up me and Anna.

“Y/N!” Chris was on his feet, leaning over the ropes and wanting an answer, but he made the fatal mistake of not watching Yuta while the match was still going.

I got a good super kick in on Anna, just to show him exactly what I was doing and taking her out, smiling when Yuta whipped him around, smacking him like a bitch, strike after fatal strike leading up to his finisher, getting the pin and winning the match.

My actions were quite obvious, but everyone wanted to hear it from me. Rolling back into the ring, Yuta kicked Chris’s body out of the ring and I stood by his side.

“Y/N, what the hell?!”

Every single one of them was yelling, demanding an answer that I was happy to give, smiling at Yuta then standing on the ropes, yelling at Chris:

“I’m not a sports entertainer. I’m a pro wrestler, got damn it!”

The adrenaline rush had me out of the atmosphere, still wanting to fight and the crowds roaring didn’t help die it down. One thing that did help?

When I got off of the ropes, Yuta pulled me in for one of his hugs that I longed for.

“I’m sorr-“ I was going to apologize for everything, for how I almost ruined our friendship to where there was no return, but he quickly shushed me:

“You don’t have to say sorry. You just made my night.”

Staring deep into those big brown eyes, his pure smile? I was done with JAS. Yuta was right, I was nothing like them. In fact, I was better and I knew my place was right where I was at that moment.

Under Yuta’s arm, two pro wrestlers, ready to handle anything that they threw at us.

Looking back for a moment, Claudio, Bryan, and William Regal we’re standing behind us, hiding their smiles more a moment. This kinda felt awkward, but I was kind, turning around with Yuta, offering my hand:

“No hard feelings?”

“No hard feelings,” Claudio was the first to smile at me, all of them coming and hugging me.

I should’ve never joined JAS in the first place, but I learned from my mistake, just grateful that I was with the one special person in my own little world, and some new great friends along with him.

Heading into the back, I still had something that I wanted to get off my chest, getting Yuta alone and his curiosity when I smiled:

"If you're not going to let me apologize, can I at least thank you?"

"Thank me?" Shutting the door, he stayed in place, letting me have the time to say:

"You were right about what you said last Friday. I let them change me into something I'm not, took a lot more things away from me rather than helping me, and you helped me realize that. So, thank you."

He looked away and held his face because he was smiling so much and I only added to it, wrapping my arms around his neck and smiling:

"Hope your boys don't get jealous of me stealing you. I'm so happy that I got my Yoots back."

At the end of my sentence, I blew a kiss and the lust in his eyes was visible, blowing one back and this time, I leaned in close, both of our eyes closing when our noses nuzzled softly, lips kissing softly and just one touch screamed passion, parting for a moment just reconnect like magnets.

"You wrestled hard out there, want to get out of these?" My head was in pink clouds, thumb at the waistband of his tights, pulling them out softly and leading, "I can make up for everything too."

"Just how do you want to do that?" Feeling his smile against my lips get bigger, I slipped my hand into his tights, being gentle while I stroked his cock softly, going a bit faster as it grew harder and harder.

"Take these tights off and find out," I kept my lips pressed against his hard as he did so, and once they were gone, I dropped to my knees, looking up at him and kissing the tip of his cock before taking it into my mouth.

Starting out with slight bobs, my hand stroking the length I hadn't taken just yet, he already had a hand on my head, fingernails at my scalp, tugging my roots when my head dropped in one motion, downing all of his cock, earning a thrust of his hips.

"I earned the special treatment tonight, huh?" He smirked at me, biting his lip and groans rumbled in his chest, still thrusting his hips while my head bobbed quicker, keeping his cock deep down my throat.

Increasing his speed every time, I just smiled and closed my eyes, some tears in my eyes from the air that was stuck in my chest, my throat squeezing his cock some from the slight gags that I was fighting, saliva starting to fall down to my chin.

Holding my head still by my hair with a tight grip, he held my head still, taking in the feeling of his cock in my throat one more time before he pulled my head back softly, the look in his eyes giving away that he wanted more and so did I.

"You earned it," I smiled to show that I wasn't out, letting a tone and sexy feeling set in my gaze, "And you have been so hot out there. It gets me worked up seeing you go hard like you do, now."

"Go hard, huh?" That made him bite his lip again, pulling me up by yanking my hair upward before letting go, "I'd be getting naked if I were you."

"That right?" I had no rebuttals, still wanting to work him up though, beginning to strip out of my clothes, and when I giggled at him, he took my hair again, bending me over the couch, whispering in my ear:

"Now, I know we had a sweet moment earlier, but you want to see me go hard, right?"

I jumped and gasped at the spank he whipped on my ass, the sting making my whole body tingle and when I didn't respond, my legs locked up from another loud spank, harder than the first and it was as if I could feel his handprint on my ass, his voice playfully stern:

"Right?"

"That's right," I needed a deep breath, but had a dirty smile on my face, "You should know that you don't have to take it easy on me."

"I didn't plan on it," He spanked one last time, flipping me over and keeping my legs spread wide, hand latching around my throat and commanding, "Hold your legs up."

Able to hold onto my ankles, I kept them as far back as I could and up high, giving him some encouragement, "Go ahead and fuck me up, baby."

"No need to tell me," His lips blew a devilish kiss, hand squeezing my throat and throwing his hips, cock slamming into me, voice strained from the gasps, "You like seeing me go hard, remember? I'm gonna fuck it up, alright."

He was so sexy when he was like this, every pound so hard that it became a struggle to hold my legs right, shaking from the ache in my legs, how hollow I felt already every time he pulled back, knees coming toward my face from the impact sending me forward.

My legs started to curl and I held them at my thighs rather than my ankles, just to get another hard spank, listening and fixing myself at his command:

"Keep your legs up."

There was a swirl in my head, a whirlpool of heat storming in my core, only sparking him more when I cooed, "Yes, sir."

"Sir?" He repeated, adding to the stimulation with two fingers at my clit, the pace of his swirls matching his thrusts, making me whine so hard:

"Yes! You're just so fucking amazing, Yuta!"

Letting go of my throat, he shooed my hands away from my ankles, letting them hook over his arm, leaning down to me and kissing all over my neck, leaving hickeys and bites across every inch of skin, noticing how he was dragging out his thrusts without his fingers at my clit, still keeping me wild:

"You like me fucking you like that?"

"I love it!" I cried, hands above my head and holding onto whatever part of the couch I could, his hand taking my hair and pulling my head back to bite my neck some more, loving what I said too because I could feel the animalistic shift.

"If you love it," Pulling my hips off the couch, it was hard to stop my body from dropping, but was so close to the high that I needed, "Then be my good baby girl and cum."

"I am, Yuta!" I was nearly shooting off the couch, tears in my eyes and holding onto his shoulders with sinking nails, his hips pinned against mine and drilling to keep the tip of his cock pounding my sweet spot, actually crying a bit at the burn at our hips, walls pulsating and getting the wind knocked out of me when slick gushed out around his cock, "Yuta-ah!"

It was like it was nothing to him at first, only making him thrust harder, having my breast bouncing and entire body rocking the couch, walls aching from the tight squeeze that let me feel every inch of his cock, especially when he began to throb, one last slam taking me out and earning another strong gush, having me cum again so quickly that I didn't realize it at first, my body went into outer space it felt like, dots of lights flashing in my rolling eyes.

"I know I told you to fuck me up, but oh my god," I wheezed out, hard to breathe and trembling at the sudden shoots of warmth, still some left in him and fucking his seed deep into me, "Oh my god, Yuta!"

"Wasn't too rough, was I?" He came to a slow stop, keeping our hips pinned, kissing softly when I shook my head, kissing back:

"I already told you that I love it. You a pro porn star too or something?"

I wouldn't be surprised if he said yes, but only saying it for a small laugh that we shared, shaking his head, kissing with a smile:

"No. I'm just that damn good."

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ghostficwriter · 2 years

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Spilled Blood; Spilled Feelings

Pairing / Form: Wheeler Yuta x Backstage Medical Staff!Reader / Oneshot Genre: Misc Warnings: Blood, bleeding, discussion of blading (the professional wrestling technique), panic attack, anxiety, wounds Word Count: 2,719 Characters: Wheeler Yuta, William Regal, Jon Moxley, Bryan Danielson, with brief appearances by Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy, because Yuta has alot of dads. Plot: It’s always somewhat nerve-wracking when a wrestler is scheduled to blade, but for some reason, Wheeler Yuta is different. For some reason, you can’t stop thinking about it - about him. What could it be?

You remembered the first time he came to the back, right after his first TV match. He didn’t really need medical attention, but Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy dragged him in, worrying over him like mother hens.

It was sweet, the way they looked after him. And he was sweet too, in his awkward and charming way. Many wrestlers were so used to their bodies being on display that your touch and attention bothered them very little. But Yuta always seemed to get shy; he averted his eyes whenever you touched him to check for damage or to apply some cream or bandage or such. Perhaps he was squeamish? That was certainly nothing to be ashamed of.

Of course, if he was squeamish, that would be an issue tonight, since he was scheduled to blade in his match with Jon Moxley.

Last week, he, Mox, Bryan Danielson, Chuck, and Cassidy had all squeezed into your designated corner of the medical staff’s room to prepare him. It wasn’t the first time you’d gone over the process with a wrestler, but was the first time you’d had such an audience.

“Now, the first step, of course, is to make the blade,” you held up an example. “You’re going to cut it - carefully - so there’s one small, sharp point. I know it’s probably part of the craft and the moment to make your own, but I highly recommend you let me do it-”

“All due respect, ‘doc, but a man’s gotta forge his own weapon, especially when he’s turnin’ it on himself” Mox spoke as he leaned against a counter.

You looked to Yuta, who nodded, before responding. “I understand. I just ask that you show it to me before the match so I can check it. I can make sure it’s both safer and more effective.”

Yuta nodded again but didn’t speak. He knew Chuck and Cassidy well by this point, but it must have been intimidating to be working with Mox and Danielson.

“You’re also going to want to have a spare. I’m sure these gentlemen can show you how to wrap them into your wrist tape. For the blading itself, there’s two main methods: twisting and slicing. Twisting means less scars, less stitches, and a much easier patching up. Slicing means more scarring, more stitches, and me wrapping up your head, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.” You shot a pointed look at Danielson, who held his hands up with a good-natured grin.

“New dogs may be able to learn old tricks, but old habits still die hard.”

“This is true,” you turned your attention back to Yuta, “so start building a good habit - if you’re going to blade, twist, don’t slice.” You held up your example blade again; it was intentionally dulled so you could demonstrate. “Like this,” you didn’t notice the horror in Yuta’s eyes as you lifted the razor to your head, but everyone heard his yelp of surprise as you twisted it and his soft “ah” when no blood came out.

“Sorry, I should have shown you it was dull first!” you exclaimed as Mox and Chuck slapped Yuta on the back and grinned teasingly.

“N-no, it’s fine, I’m sorry.” Yuta’s face was beet red. Ah, he must have been embarrassed about his outburst - was he going to be able to handle the match?

“It’s alright. Although…if you’re feeling squeamish about it, I’m sure the match could still be successful without you blading.” Your voice was kind, non-judgemental. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel condescended to.

“S’not the blood he’s nervous about.” Mox knocked his shoulder against Yuta’s, “Right kid?”

“N-no.” Yuta’s face was even redder now. You didn’t want to embarrass him any further, so you let it go.

“Then all that’s left is what to do with the razor afterwards. Some people slip them into their waistband, some people hand them off to the ref - decide what makes sense to you. But if you pull a Shawn Michaels and put it in your mouth, I will personally ensure that you never participate in a match with blood ever again on AEW programming and I will yell at you the entire time I bandage you up.”

Yuta nodded again, looking meek this time.

You smiled, wanting to put him at ease. “And after the match, I’m sure there'll be a couple backstage photos, but you make your way right here as soon as possible. Understood?”

He nodded again.

“Good. And Mr. Moxley, I expect you to hold him to that - don’t let him get lost in the after-match rush. Bring him right here.”

“Of course, ‘doc.” Mox grinned, and Danielseon nodded along.

“Well, I’ve lectured you long enough. Good luck, Yuta - let me know if you have any questions.”

You’d smiled as they all left your space to Chuck chanting “Baby’s first blading! Baby’s first blading!” But for some reason your stomach was churning. You always got a bit nervous when a wrestler was booked to blade, it was dangerous after all, but you usually didn’t feel that worry until you were watching the match on the monitors.

Why was this different?

***

On the night of the match itself, you still had an unsettling, unfamiliar unease. Even as you checked and double checked your supplies, even as you helped Anna Jay stretch out her shoulder, even as you met with the rest of the medical team, Wheeler Yuta was at the back of your mind.

There was no reason you could think of to be extra nervous. You’d gone over the process with him, he was a professional, he was working with one of the best hardcore werstlers in the business, and you had everything ready - a couple blades in case he changed his mind about making his own, bandages, disinfectant, and the juice and snack that were the standard after blood loss.

You chuckled at the memories of older wrestlers sitting in medical with their juice boxes and crackers or cookies - Bryan Danielson, CM Punk, and even Mr. Jon Moxley himself. You took a certain pride in always being able to get the performers to sit down and sip their juice and eat their snack - no matter how “hardcore” they were. The newer wrestlers followed their example, which made everything easier.

“Uh, hey.” Yuta’s quiet greeting pulled you out of your thoughts and brought a small smile to your face.

“Good evening. Are you ready for your match?”

Yuta scratched at his neck. “Yeah, and I, uh, brought these.” He held up two blades, their sharp points glinting.

You waved him over and took both blades from his hand, holding it up to the light, checking for any nicks, making sure it was a straight point. “Perfect.”

You offered a reassuring smile as you carefully pressed them back into his hands, covering them with your own. “Be careful out there, okay?” It didn’t come out how it usually did. With the vets, like Mox and Bryan, it was chiding and somewhat playful. With the rookies like Britt and JB, it was more reassuring. But with Yuta it was almost desperate, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You didn’t notice Yuta’s face getting red again, his heartbeat speeding up at your hands on his, his eyes looking anywhere but at you.

“I-I will. I promise.” He squeezed your hands and once again brought you back into the present.

“Are you nervous?” You were still holding onto his hands, why were you still holding onto his hands?

“Honestly?” He swallowed. “There's a part of me that’s terrified. Not of the blood, exactly, but just - I want it to be perfect, you know? But I’m also excited, and I think it’s all kind of mixing up in my head.”

This time, you gave the reassuring squeeze. “Sounds perfectly normal to me.” You looked down for a moment, unsure why you felt a little out of breath. “You’re going to do great. You’re going to blow them away.”

The smile that appeared on his face was warm, spreading like a sunflower to greet the morning light. But before he could reply, a gruff voice startled your hands out of his.

“Hey, kid, production crew’s got a few questions before the show starts.”

Yuta nodded, but he looked…disappointed? He nodded to you again and shuffled out with Moxley.

Beyond your sphere of hearing, the older wrestler nudged Yuta with his shoulder, “Looks like you two were having a moment there, you finally tell her?”

Yuta sighed, “No, not yet.”

Mox chuckled, “Ah, young love.”

Yuta rolled his eyes.

“Don’t wait too long kid. Don’t wanna miss out.”

***

You usually paid close attention to bloody matches, both as a wrestling fan but also out of a desire to analyze as much about the damage being done as you could. But you found yourself transfixed in an entirely different way during Yuta and Mox’s brawl.

It started out fine; you were able to swallow the mysterious dread in your stomach and enjoy the performance. But once Yuta’s blood began to flow, you froze, unable to look away, unable to think, your breaths becoming shallow.

Terror. Utter terror, consuming worry, overpowering concern for that man’s safety.

Your usually calculating, medical expression having given way to panic did not go unnoticed.

“Are you alright, dear?” William Regal’s unmistakable voice was soft, careful, as if approaching a wounded animal. He’d held his hand up when Bryan had tried to follow him to your side, not wanting to overwhelm you.

You turned to him, your eyes wide and your tongue frozen, only able to sputter out the beginnings of a sentence: “I-I don’t-I-”

“Shh, shh, no words yet, dove, just breathe.” Regals’ speech was firm but kind. “Focus here,” he pointed at his eyes, “and breathe with me. Here we go - in,” he breathed deeply through his nose, “and out.”

You followed his lead, your breath falling into a rhythm.

“Yes, just like that, dove, keep breathing.”

Your world narrowed to just his eyes, his voice, and your breathing. And slowly, but surely, you stopped shaking.

“Better, dove?”

You nodded, not yet ready to speak.

“Good. Now, Mr. Danielson and Mr. Moxley have told me that you are very good at your job. All of the performers here at AEW trust you to do what you know well. So, dove, you need to trust them back. Young Yuta is good, great even, at what he does. So trust him to do it safely.”

“Thank you. For helping me breathe, and for that. I’m usually not this emotional about matches. I don’t know what came over me…”

Regal placed a hand on your shoulder, “Really? It seems you’re even more oblivious than our Yuta, then.”

“What do you -”

Regal didn’t let you finish, “Now, now dove, that’s a question for the young lad himself. Right now though, I think you should watch him work and think about it. I’ll make sure he gets straight back to you when the match is finished.”

And before you could reply, he’d stepped away and you were alone again in front of the monitor.

Yuta was still bleeding, and it was still unsettling, but the look in his eyes wasn’t fearful, it was defiant. It was bold, it was confident. Your world narrowed again, but this time your focus was the fire in his eyes, the scowl formed by his lips, the war cries bellowed from his mouth. Your stomach was churning again but not with fear. And when the match ended, he stood proud - beaten - but proud and strong.

Mr. Regal kept to his word and brought Yuta straight back to your station with Mox, who was grinning with pride. “Alright, Moxley, the lad’s in good hands now,” the older man sent you a wink.

You nodded in response, already pulling gloves onto your freshly washed hands and approaching your charge, looking at him for permission before touching him. But where he would normally nod and avoid your eyes, this time he was staring into them. It felt like he could see right through them, see what lay beneath. You had to break away to examine his head, but you could feel him watching you still.

He winced slightly when your fingers grazed over the wound, but remained quiet. Now you were avoiding his eyes; they burned into you as you carefully, gently wiped the blood from his face, the cloth in your hand turning red. “A perfectly fixable cut.” Your voice was quiet, “this will string a little.” You dabbed at the blood and murmured reassuringly as you applied the antiseptic and affixed the bandaging. Now to make sure there was nothing else to tend to. “I’m going to check over-”

You were cut off not by a sound, but by the way his eyes still focused on you, on yours.

It was a look of confidence, of interest, and as you finally let yourself gaze back, there was also fondness. His gaze softened and a small smile started to curve at his lips.

Your heart was growing louder with each beat, and he just kept looking, looking at you as if you were to be treasured. And, as the moment wore on (Was it an hour? Was it seconds?), concern entered his gaze.

His voice was soft when he broke the silence, “Regal told me you panicked during the match.”

You swallowed thickly, “Y-yes. I’m sorry, it was unprofessional-”

This time it was his hand coming to rest on yours that stopped you. “I’m not mad at you, I’m…worried about you. Are you okay?”

“I think that’s my line,” you grimaced, gesturing at the blood still staining his chest and arms.

He laughed, and without realizing it, you leaned slightly forward, drawn towards the warm sound.

“I’m sure I’ll be as good as new with you looking after me.” His smirk returned before he finally broke eye contact, the nervous Yuta you were used to making an appearance. “You know, the other day, Mox was telling me that some wrestlers have signals they do to let the people they care about know they’re okay. Like, little things that most people wouldn’t notice.”

“People they care about?” There’s your racing heart again.

Yuta huffed out a nervous laugh, “I usually don’t get all flustered when someone’s bandaging me up. And I don’t usually look forward to getting checked over after matches.” He looked at you.

“And I don’t usually panic about patients bleeding…or feel like my heart's going to burst out of my chest when they look at me.”

The smile on his face couldn’t have been bigger, couldn’t have been brighter. You fought the embarrassed urge to look way - missing this would be a crime. So instead you spoke again. “I’m still going to make you eat them, but I’m guessing after that match, you’re going to need more than just juice and crackers. And, um, I was too nervous to eat dinner so, maybe we could…” you trailed off, still nervous. What if you were jumping to conclu-

But Yuta was still smiling and interrupted your doubts before the thought could finish: “Only if it’s a date.”

You laughed, feeling the tension draining from your muscles, butterflies flitting in to take its place. “Of course.”

You were wrong before - Yuta could smile even harder. He hopped up from the cot he was perched on and slipped his fingers over yours, looking around to be sure you were alone before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

Both you and Yuta were too wrapped up in the moment to notice the members of his new faction hovering around in the hall.

William Regal smiled in satisfaction as both Mox and Bryan fished cash out of their pockets. “Spilled blood can lead to spilled feelings, boys. Never bet against an old man.”

“Would have been another week if he didn’t bleed like a -”

“Now, now, Moxley,” Regal chided, “What’s done is done.”

Bryan laughed, “He’s just hiding how giddy he is about it finally happening.”

And so, the three veterans looked on (with varying levels of obviousness in their fondness) as Yuta held your face in his hands, gently, tenderly, gazing at you like you were the sun, the stars, the galaxy.

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 years

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Taking A Chance On Romance

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x female wrestler!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 2,771

Summary: You always dreamed of having that friends to lovers romance that’s seen in movies and books. Little did you know, your dream would come true.

Warnings: None, female reader but no description of reader

Requested by: @rubyred1980 Hope it’s everything you wanted! ❤️

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You always saw the movies and read the books about two friends finally realizing their feelings for one another and eventually confessing their love for one another and living happily ever after. You always loved that troupe and wanted that same thing. Finding a love like that to be so sweet and pure.

The unrequited love troupe always scared you. You knew that was not what you wanted, and it terrified you to think it could happen, especially since you found yourself developing feeling for your best friend, Wheeler Yuta.

You can't pinpoint the exact moment you realized your feelings for him. It was one of those unexpected things; sure, you always loved him, but when did friendship love you felt for him turn into romantic love?

It was typical day for you, working on your latest design for your gear and merchandise. You enjoyed designing almost as much as wrestling and you always told yourself that, whenever it was time to step away from wrestling, you would look into joining the design team so your creativity could be properly showcased.

"Hey... you're not too busy are you?" A familiar male voice timidly asked, noticing the notebook and colored pencils in front of you on the table.

You smiled, looking up and seeing Wheeler standing there, patiently waiting and hoping this wasn't a bad time. He just had to talk to you — it couldn't wait.

"I'm never too busy for you, Yoots. What's up?" You asked, concern laced in your voice. It wasn't like him to be this nervous; it must be something serious. You set your colored pencil down and paused your music you had quietly coming through the speaker. He had your undivided attention now. "Wanna talk somewhere more private?" You offered.

"That would be great actually. Thanks." The nervousness in his voice not as evident now. You gathered up your things, and the two of you walked side by side in silence to an empty hallway almost on the other side of the arena. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, so much so that you could have swore Wheeler could hear it too. So many thoughts were running through your head: What was he about to say? Was something seriously wrong? He's usually more playful and confident.

The pair of you came to stop about halfway down the hallway. After double checking that you’re alone, you look up and find Wheeler running his hand through his hair. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?” You couldn’t help but bombard him with questions, you were worried.

“I just…. I don’t know why, but I’m nervous about this rematch with Daniel Garcia. What if he actually beats me this time? What if he does what he failed to do the first time and take my title?” He vents, referencing to the ROH Pure Championship that he takes so much pride in.

You weren’t sure where this uncertainty was coming from. Once Wheeler joined the Blackpool Combat Club, he had a boost in confidence and this nervousness and anxiousness was never this bad, usually just lingered for a few minutes then was gone after a pep talk from William Regal. The fact that Wheeler came to you told you he needed more reassurance that it would all work out in the end. This reminded you of when he lost to Chris Jericho; he came to you before for not just a pep talk but for reassurance. You remember he took that loss hard. You also remember helping him get over it and get back to being the wrestler and champion everyone knew he was.

“Hey… look at me,” you gently speak. Wheeler obeys, his dark brown eyes full of worry and anxiety. “You’ve beat Garcia once before; who says you can’t do it again? Everyone believes in you. I believe in you; always have and always will. If you do lose to Danny, I’ll be here, so will the fans. You’ve proven time and time again you have more than what it takes to be a huge star. You’re champion material, Yoots!” You beam before continuing. “I’ll be here regardless of the outcome. You can’t get rid of me that easy.” You tease, nudging him with your elbow. “It’s all going to be fine.” You reassured him, gently pulling him into a hug. You could feel the tension begin to melt away from his shoulders, his body slowing relaxing in your embrace.

You didn’t realize just how long you held Wheeler, arms still wrapped around him. You honestly didn’t care because he needed this, and you weren’t about to end this hug before he was ready. You got lost in the comfort and warmth of his strong arms, your feelings for him intensified, and you knew you’d have to eventually pour your heart out.

You felt Wheeler move in your arms, retracting himself from the embrace. “Thanks. I really needed that.” Wheeler smiles, eyes shining bright as he looks at you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He jokes, smile still plastered on his face.

“Be helplessly lost.” You joked back, laughing. Wheeler laughs with you, knowing you’re probably right. You help keep things in order, always looking out for him, and he does the same for you. Truthfully, you’d both be lost without one another which is why you’re scared to death that your confession will ruin everything.

“I’ve got to get going. Thanks for the talk. You always make me feel better.” Wheeler tells you, smiling before leaving you alone with your thoughts and feelings for him.

You push all that aside, heading to get changed for the show. Making your way to the locker room, you attempt to focus on your upcoming match with Penelope Ford. You were excited about because not only will you be testing yourself against Penny and the recently returned Kip Sabian, who will be lurking ringside, but you’ll also be debuting new gear you designed. You took inspiration from the changing seasons — from summer to fall. You were beyond happy with the way it turned out and couldn’t wait to show it off to your friends, co-workers, and the fans. You felt like a million bucks, a smile never leaving your face once you slipped into your latest creation.

Your match with Penelope was the opening match. Contrary to popular belief, you loved having the opening match, not because you get to go first and then enjoy the show, but because to you, it meant that you were trusted enough to start the show, to set the tone for the remainder of the show. You considered that a huge honor.

You were waiting for your cue, and once it came, you did your signature entrance as you made your way to the ring. You locked eyes with Penny before shooting Kip a glance. The look in Kip’s eye told you he wasn’t going to let you best his wife. You’ve been in this position before so it didn’t bother you one bit. You quickly set your sights on Penelope once again. The referee signaled for the bell, and Penelope was quick to get in some forearm shots.

The match was hard for you thanks to Kip grabbing your leg when you got too close to the ropes and jumping up on the apron causing a distraction therefore letting Penny get in some cheap shots and ultimately, the upper hand all throughout the match.

You managed to hit a DDT followed by a spear, getting you back on top. You were able to counter all of Penelope’s submission attempts with some of your own. You almost got the better of her a few times and the same could be said for Penelope. You both were growing tired and ready to end this once and for all. While Penny was pandering to the crowd, you got her in a crucifix and managed to get the three count.

You knew Penelope would be pissed off and so would Kip, most likely to attack you for winning so you were quick to roll out of the ring where your hand was raised in victory. The crowd loved it. They loved you and you could fight the smile on your face. You quickly exited through the tunnel as Kip and Penelope were furiously yelling at the poor referee.

You were greeted with praise backstage as well as compliments on your new gear as you headed to take a quick shower and change to watch the remainder of the show. You were thrilled people enjoyed your match and noticed your new ring attire. You worked hard on both, many late nights and early mornings spent doodling ideas and hitting the gym. You looked around for Wheeler but had no luck in spotting him amongst the small group; you were sad and disappointed he wasn’t there, but you reminded yourself about his match with Daniel, maybe he was getting ready. That made you fell a little better.

Finally reaching the showers with your essentials, you make sure you’re nice and clean despite the short shower before slipping into some comfortable clothes and drying your hair then moving on to finish your bathroom routine. You exited the room and dropped your things into your bag then headed to the closest monitor for the rest of the show.

You caught yourself looking for Wheeler once again, only to be met with the same result as earlier. You shook your head in an attempt to rid yourself of those thoughts. Tonight. You had to tell him tonight regardless of the outcome of his match. You just couldn’t keep doing this, biting your tongue during every conversation, refusing to let the words make themselves known to your best friend.

It was time for Wheeler’s match, and even thought you gave him that pep talk earlier, you were nervous. You saw how his match with Daniel went last time, and you knew this time would be more intense. You watched as both men made their entrances to the ring, how they looked at one another. You sucked in a deep breath as the bell rang.

Despite being nervous, you loved watching Wheeler and Daniel wrestle each other, always hard hitting and kept you on the edge of your seat. You quietly cheered for best friend. “Come on, Yoots. Just like last time.” You whispered to yourself, watching the screen intently and jumping when a hand landed on your shoulder. Your head snapped up to see Bryan Danielson, standing slightly behind you. “You almost gave me a heart attack!” You exclaimed, clutching you chest then smacking him in the stomach you recovered.

Bryan just grins, pleased with his sneakiness. “Just wanted to get a better look at this match.” He shrugged. “Plus, I’m heading out there when it’s over.” He continued, looking from you to the monitor.

“Are you going to try getting through to Garcia again?” You asked, your curiosity piqued. You glanced up at Bryan, who was focused on the two men putting on another classic yet again.

You waited for his reply, but it never came. You were so in your thoughts you missed the ending of the match, whipping your head back to the screen you see Danny with his hand raised. You were bummed for Wheeler. You knew how much he loved having that title.

You watched as Bryan put the Pure Championship on Danny, how Wheeler reacted. You knew you needed to be at the tunnel when he comes through so you made a beeline in that direction, not caring what you were missing out in the ring.

You waited as he finally made his way through the tunnel. His eyes met yours and a quick, silent conversation was all that was needed. You fell in step with Wheeler as the two of you mindlessly found the locker rooms. “Want me to wait here?” You gently ask, afraid to upset him somehow. All he gave you was nod before slipping into the locker room.

Once Wheeler was done changing, you both headed to the empty, secluded hallway where you gave him that pep talk. “Wanna talk about it?” You cautiously, reach out to place a hand on his back.

He shakes his head, hands running over his face, clearly upset at the turn of events and not knowing what comes next is stressful. You silently step forward and wrap your arms around him. It might not fix anything, but you hope it will at least help him relax a little. A moment later you felt his arms wrap around you, returning your embrace. You took in the smell of his cologne — one of your favorite scents — and close your eyes, savoring the moment and warmth of your best friend’s embrace.

You wanted to say something about what happened out there in the ring but nothing felt right given the moment. Just when you thought Wheeler was letting you go, he tightened his arms around you, not enough to hinder your breathing but enough to reassure himself that you were still there. You didn’t want this to end and you were glad it didn’t.

A few more moments passed before you both reluctantly pulled away, catching each other’s eye in the process. Your heart was beating so fast you just knew it was going to fall right out of your chest. This was your chance — you were going to tell him because surely he felt something between you two during that hug. He had to have. That sweet and wonderful hug lingered much too long for ‘just friends’ in your opinion.

“I need to tell you something.” You both spoke at the exact same time, sending the pair of you into a fit of laughter.

After you both calmed down, Wheeler gestured for you to go first. You nodded and took a deep breath before speaking. “I… I like you, and I don’t just mean as a friend. I think — no, I know — I’m falling in love with you. I don’t know when it started but it did and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. As much as unrequited love terrifies me, I’m willing to risk it because it’s worth it. You’re worth it. I know it’s unexpected but —” Your rambling was cut off by a kiss, a soft, sweet, and gentle kiss.

“I love you too. Always have.” Wheeler whispered, his lips mere centimeters from yours. He places one more tender kiss to your lips. “Funny enough, I was actually going to confess the same thing.” He chuckled, smile wide and eyes twinkling in the light of the hallway.

You were stunned. He really did feel the same! You were going to get that friends to lovers love that you always dreamed of. You couldn’t believe it! This had to be a dream. You didn’t think this would ever happen to you, but clearly you were wrong.

You couldn’t say anything, all you could do was kiss him again. This time the kiss wasn’t timid, more passionate and sure, bold even. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands resting on your waist. The kiss felt like it lasted for hours, but in reality it only lasted a few minutes; you could really feel the love between you two, finding it hard not to smile.

You pulled your head back just enough to mumble an ‘I love you’ against Wheeler’s lips before going in for one more kiss. This time it was Wheeler who broke the kiss. “Loosing the title to Garcia made me realize just how empty I felt, even though I knew I had you as a friend — my best friend —, but I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t like you — love you even.” Wheeler confessed, eyes never leaving yours. You could see just how real and honest and genuine he was being.

“One day, a few months ago, I noticed how I couldn’t quit thinking about you, how I would keep picturing us doing those cute things they do in movies. I was too scared to say anything then. I couldn’t handle it if you didn’t feel the same, guess I was worried about nothing after all.” You lightly laughed. The longer you kept your eyes on Wheeler’s the more you got lost in them.

“Wanna have that first date now?” Wheeler grinned as he offered you his arm.

You laughed, looping your arm with his. “I would love that, Yoots.” You finally were going to get your friends to lovers love story after all, and you were over the moon.

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Yours to Tame

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I haven't know peace since the BCC formed, and last night hurt my soul. So I'm fixing it. Bryan and Wheeler deserve better.

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Wheeler sighed as he walked into his hotel room, grateful to have a few minutes alone. He should be happy; the BCC won all their matches tonight, and it was his birthday. So why was he still so tense?

Leaning against the door, Wheeler admitted the answer to himself.

"Fucking Bryan."

He wasn't sure when Bryan's focus shifted from him to Garcia, but he knew the breaking point was long past. After Bryan strapped the Pure Championship, his Pure Championship, around Garcia's waist, all Wheeler saw was red.

Kicking off his shoes, he threw his bag on the floor as he flopped onto the bed, face buried in the pillows. Was he mad at Bryan? He was much past mad at this point, he was pissed. But beneath the anger was the dull ache of sadness.

A knock from the door pulled him from his thoughts, and he pushed himself up off the bed. "I just need a few more minutes, Claudio," he started as he opened the door. "I-"

Standing at the door wasn't the gentle Swiss giant, but the very man Wheeler ached over seeing. "You got a minute, Wheeler?"

Bryan's voice was level, but his crystal blue eyes were distant. Wheeler felt that anger boil up in him again, same as at the arena. But Bryan was still his teammate, his mentor, his friend, still his…

With a shrug, Wheeler stepped aside and let Bryan in, closing the door behind them. "Congratulations," he said simply, leaning against the door again, arms crossed against his chest.

"Happy birthday," Bryan murmured softly, turning to face Wheeler. "I meant to tell you earlier, but…" his voice trailed off, and Wheeler saw something he never thought could even exist in the tactical mind of Bryan Danielson.

Trepidation.

Wheeler searched Bryan's expression, hoping to find something, anything, to cling to. But it seemed as though Bryan's mind was elsewhere.

"You're really thinking about him right now?"

The words left Wheeler's lips before he could even process them, but his heart has decided what to say. "Even now, with me, you're thinking about him?" His voice tightened and he felt tears well up in his eyes, but he didn't care. Bryan needed to know how bad he'd hurt him, how angry he was. He needed Bryan to know. "How long has that been going on? Since I first joined? Since this first happened? Since we first happened?" He launched himself off the door and approached Bryan with a quickness, the same one that made him deadly in the ring.

"Did you pretend I was him every time?"

Bryan’s gaze met Wheeler’s, and in it was the fire Wheeler had grown so familiar with. “Really?” His voice was filled with venom, but there was underlying pain. “After everything we’ve been through? After everything I’ve done, you think that about me?" He stepped towards Wheeler, pressing his forehead against the younger man's. "When you bled for this," he whispered, faintly tracing the letters 'BCC' on Wheeler's chest with a gentle fingertip, "I knew you were special."

Wheeler closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his mentor, his woodsy cologne, his clean soap, just…him. "Make me believe it," he whispered, opening his eyes to peer into Bryan's.

Without a moment's hesitation, Bryan surged forward, sealing his lips over Wheeler's. Wheeler's breath hitched against Bryan's mouth, caught off guard by the older man's movements. As angry as he was, Wheeler still found himself relaxing into the kiss, drinking in everything that was Bryan Danielson, making him his again.

"It was always you," Bryan panted, one hand dragging down Wheeler's chest as Wheeler's hands gripped his hips. "Do you feel that?" He took one of Wheeler's hands and rested it on his growing hardness. "Do you think he does this to me like you do? Think he gets me hard like this, can make me beg like you do?" His hips bucked up instinctively as Wheeler caressed him. "It was always you, Wheeler."

Wheeler gasped, his hand dipping below Bryan's waistband. "That's right," he breathed in Bryan's ear as he tightened his grip, pumping him slightly. "You're mine, Bryan. He wishes he could get you like this."

"Fuck, Wheeler," Bryan panted, his head lolling back as Wheeler bit and sucked against his throat. "Fuck, I'm sorry, please, fuck."

Pulling away, Wheeler smirked, proud of the mark he left on his mentor before releasing his grip. Bryan released a low growl in protest, but Wheeler's smirk only deepened. "That's what I like hearing." He chuckled as Bryan fought to regain his composure. "I'm going to celebrate my birthday with Claudio and Mox. You're coming with me. And afterwards, maybe, we'll pick up where we left off. Understood?" Bryan grumbled an affirmative as Wheeler kissed his forehead. "Good boy, Bryan."

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• kinktober day one : innocence kink — blackpool combat club { jon moxley, wheeler yuta, claudio castagnoli } •

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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2023 }

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{ summary } — they’ve been teasing and tormenting you for months, now upon the discovery that you were a virgin, they make it their mission to claim you

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, cnc, hatefuck, group sex, innocence kink, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, praise, double penetration, oral sex { male receiving }, throat fucking, throatpie, spanking, tit slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, sexual humiliation, filming, blackmail, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, anal creampie

{ word count } — 2.9k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jon moxley + wheeler yuta + claudio castagnoli

{ genre } — smut

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their fingers clawing, kneading at your flesh. no matter how hard you tried to swat their hands away

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

teasing as they would pry upward small pieces of fabric, exposing little canvases of your bare flesh

ready for them to paint with their desire

jon stood before you, keeping your body firm against the concrete wall of his basement

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

a single mat in the centre of the room, maybe about two or so inches thick

definitely not enough to support the weight of a body slammed into it at full force

there was barely any light, only a small lantern dangling above your head from a short chain

his figure flickering in and out of the darkness with a grimey yellow hue.

yuta stood to your left, head buried into the crook of your neck, nipping the top of your shoulder with some force

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

his lanky fingers locked into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging impatiently, with the absence of a belt

revealing the axis of your hip, growling into your skin upon noticing the exposed flesh.

claudio stood to your right, not as close as yuta, but close enough to keep you on edge

his large palm slid under your shirt, groping your breasts, interchanging between the two with just one hand

your whimper only fueled their desire, fueling their lust to corrupt you

jon leaned in, his tongue barely ghosting your lips as he wet his own

his breath had the faintest scent of menthol, evident by the cigarette he’d been smoking a mere half an hour before

“a little birdy told us that you were still a virgin” jon smirked nipping your notting lip quickly despite your resistance

“is that right, doll?”

you could feel yuta grin into your neck, just at the mere thought of being the one to corrupt you first sent pulses of arousal to his cock

he bit down slightly harder than previously, a sharp sting ran through your shoulder

his spit leaking down your skin as you groaned through your next words

“that’s none of your damn business-“ your attempt at being intimidating was weak, pathetic, laced with fear

claudio’s fingers traced over your perky nipples, pinching the left one

a small squeak of pain left your lips, effectively making the three of them grow in their shorts

“a fiery little thing isn’t she?” jon mentioned to the other two, yuta pulled away from your skin to nod in agreement

claudio reciprocated the same nod

“we’ll have fun with this one” jon stuck his hand down the front of your jeans unannounced upon finishing his sentence

despite your protests, attempts to kick them away but their strength proved too much

jon’s fingers, danced against your clit, gathering the wetness in the pads of his fingertips

the three of them smirked, watching the heat rise to your cheeks in an unnatural shade of red

“so the rumours are true, huh?” claudio chimed in, thick accent ringing in your ears, with a deep, sinful bass

“you’ve never been touched, toyed with until you’re begging for release” he added, his words dancing across your earlobe with faint breaths

“i bet she’s never even fucked herself” yuta remarked, his teeth now leaving an imprint in your skin, a bruise soon to follow in splotches of red and purple, you were surprised that he didn’t draw blood

“oh angel, it’s true? my my you really are innocent” yuta’s tongue trailed up against the side of your neck until he reached your earlobe, nipping lightly at the flesh.

jon’s fingers dipped past your folds, feeling how tight your walls clenched around him

“god she’s fucking soaked…” jon announced to his brethren who where quick to anoint their fingers with the scent of you

feeling a combination of all their fingers spreading your folds, dipping into your warmth and teasing your clit

it was all too much for your mind to take in

“fuck, you’re right” claudio was the first to pry his fingers from between your thighs

bringing his large digits to your lips, allowing you to sample your sweetness,

the taste foreign on your tongue

it left you with an incredibly vulgar, almost nauseating pit in your stomach

this was wrong on so many levels, but you could not bring your lips to pry away from his fingers until he moved them,

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

savouring your warmth for himself, not hesitating to lick his fingers clean

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

without any chance for you to react, he smeared your sweetness across your lips before kissing you harshly

he pulled away breathlessly, taking a second to admire your flustered form

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

jon instructed, stripping himself as he made his way to the centre of the room, haphazardly throwing his clothes to the edge of the mat

you could not help but stare at his length. how hard he was, how his tip leaked with precum and twitched with arousal.

you felt claudio’s fingers pull at the hem of your shirt, attempting to pry it over your head

“don’t fear, little one. we’ll take good care of you”

his words were accentuated with a smug smirk, your body paralyzed, unable to fight them off no matter how hard your mind attempted

yuta tugged your jeans down with haste, far more impatient than jon or claudio had been

the youngest of the three noticing the wet spot in your panties

how your sweetness pooled onto the fabric as he pried them down your legs

“god, i can’t wait-“ yuta grew feverish, his hands groping your now naked frame.

“hold it.” jon demanded “don’t want to scare her off”

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

claudio and yuta hooked their arms under yours, practically dragging you towards jon.

yuta’s hand fell to your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees before jon while claudio stripped himself

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

“open her mouth” jon continued to bark instructions though a relaxed monotone.

claudio cupped your face, having replaced yuta’s hands as the youngest of the trio rid himself of his clothing.

jon lazily began to stroke his cock, bead of precum leaking from his tip

you made eye-contact with it, unintentionally, quickly peering down at the mat

avoiding his gaze all together, in your peripherals, you could have sworn you saw a smirk cross jon’s lips

claudio’s fingers fell to your jaw, prying your mouth open

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

were now rather accepting of the fact that they were going to use you

and rather eager at the fact.

jon’s tip traced soft lines against your bottom lip, pushing against the flat of your tongue, holding himself there for a moment, getting used the the feeling of your warm, wet mouth before allowing himself to fully succumb to the sensation

yuta had joined you on his knees, his fingers returning to their position between your thighs

tracing delicate shapes into your aching clit, his cock prodding at your hip, swollen and leaking with warmth.

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

his own size, much larger than yuta or even jon, pressed firmly against the small of your back

jon remained stoic, silent. it was as arousing as it was frightening

you could not plan for his next move, unsure of what exactly he had in store for you

anxiety rose in your chest, feeling like a stone being pressed against your lungs

“so fucking wet…” yuta mumbled under his breath. “i’ll have you gushing like a fountain in no time, angel”

you whimpered at the sensation, trying to instinctively close your legs but claudio was quick

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

allowing you to feel the full range of yuta’s fingers

jon soon snapped his hips forward, his entire length filling your throat

the sensation made your eyes widen in shock, throat forcefully closed and clenched around his size

making you gag and sputter, gasping for breath around the appendage

but jon would not relent, keeping himself firmly buried in your throat, ordering the others with their next movements

“get underneath her” he ordered yuta. the youngest obliging in quick time

prying his fingers from your warmth, licking them clean as he had done previously,

claudio lifted your hips with ease, allowing yuta to make his way beneath you.

his cock teasing your entrance, tip gliding across you clit, smearing your wetness across your slick folds

if jon’s cock wasn’t stuffed down your throat you might have been able to voice your pleasure

“oh fuck-“ yuta slipped inside of you with ease, holding you down on his cock, already beginning to feel the gentle pulses of your cunt.

“claudio-“ jon spoke up. the swiss man gazed at his brother in arms with an attentive stare

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

it was only then did jon release himself from your throat to readjust himself, even only for a moment, you were grateful that he allowed you to regain your breath

“relax, little one” claudio’s voice flooded your ears with odd reassurance. “you’re so tense”

claudio’s hands smoothed down your shoulders, down the midline and small of your back

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

you couldn’t help but take his words as some form of mockery

“all you gotta do is obey us”

yuta added, having a particularly rough thrust, one that left your mind reeling

“fuck you” you spat, an ironic choice of words given your predictiment

yuta only chuckled, hand reaching up to slap your breast, causing another wince on your part

jon had stepped away for the moment, fishing around in his duffel bag for something unknown

your mouth free to shout all the obscenities and expletives their way.

claudio remained silent behind you, still tenderly smoothing shape into your flesh

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

jon returned phone in hand, the camera already set to record

he poised it on you, making sure your face was fully in frame

“now dollface…” he began, claudio’s cock now prodding against your ass, slick and wet as he had just lubed it up with his own spit

“you better behave and do everything we tell you to” your blood ran cold at the thought as jon forced you to meet the camera’s gaze, tilting your chin up to look at him through the lens

“don’t want this indie film going mainstream now do we?”

you shook your head no, in response, agreeing with him. lord only knows what would become of your life and career if this were to ever get out.

yuta began to move under you, impatient and eager to get himself off, soft grunts left the youngest’s lips as he filled you to the brim with his length.

jon had re-entered your mouth, this time with a much more intense, brute force than before,

feeling the burn and sting of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

claudio gathered the spit that dropped from the corners of your lips, re-lathering his cock before pushing into your tight, untouched hole

“so tight for me, little one”

he held a tight grip on your hair, pushing your head down onto jon’s cock

you hollowed your cheeks for added effect, peering up from behind his phone to notice jon’s head thrown back in pleasure

his phone fixated on your features, making sure to capture each intimate moment

yuta, from beneath you, groped your breasts, squeezing the pillowy mounds of flesh in his palms

the calloused pads of this thumbs tracing over your hard nipples, still swollen slightly from claudio pinching them beforehand

“ain’t no way she was a virgin before this, this cunt feels too good to be left untouched”

yuta monologued through breathless pants, increasing the force of his thrusts

jon gave a small exhale in response, zooming in on the site of yuta’s cock slamming deep into your cunt.

the three of them adored the way you gripped his size, clenching and squeezing around him before releasing unexpectedly

your thighs shuddered, crying and sputtering around jon’s cock

sweetness coating yuta’s stomach as you came down from your high.

“oh little one, you came so quickly, we’ve barely started with you” claudio mocked, tugging your hair roughly, jon’s cock slipping out of your mouth, allowing you air for the moment

slapping the tip of his cock on the flat of your tongue

jon slapped your cheek, sending your mind reeling with pleasure, a thrum of arousal made your cunt clench around yuta’s size.

the youngest of the three still on a high from the reaction of your orgasm, holding your hips down so you had little room to move.

“we’re not done with you yet, dollface.” jon handed his phone to claudio, who promptly began filming you from behind

“you ain’t leaving until we’re satisfied”

you gulped thickly, feeling the three of them close in on you.

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

his tongue drawing circles against the carotid artery in your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin

jon entered your mouth once more, making sure to fill your throat fully

pressing his cock down your throat until your nose was nestled in the scraggly mound of pubic hair

adoring the choked gulps and gags that tried to escape from your throat

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

so intricately filling the way he slipped in and out of your tight hole with ease.

“so good for us little one” he murmured against your skin

poor yuta was on the brink of release, the sheer grip of your cunt about to send him over the edge

“fuck, i’m so fucking close…” he grunted, the veins in his throat becoming present.

“gonna fill this pretty little pussy up. you’d like that wouldn’t you, angel? you wanna be left dripping with my cum?”

“our cum…” jon corrected, hinting at the definite conclusion to this scenario

you could not help but nod in response, frantic gasps and moans left your throat whenever jon would pull back

“look at her, she’s practially begging for it” claudio chimed in

now handing the phone to yuta, ready to film his cum dripping from within you

“oh shit-“ yuta grunted, warm threads of his seed filling you to the brim as he fucked you with full force

capturing the way his cum seeped from your void around his cock

your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, clearly enjoying this foreign feeling

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

“good whore…” jon praised you, pushing your shoulders down so that yuta’s cock was nestled deeply in your cunt

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

the swissman’s length pushing deep into your tight hole, groping and squeezing your breasts as he came, remaining to stay inside you, just like yuta until he fully emptied himself

jon on the other hand, was frantic in his movements, holding fistfuls of your hair as he fucked your throat

“god, i’m gonna make a mess of you, doll” his groans reverberated against the concrete walls of his basement

quickly retrieving his phone from yuta, whose stomach was drenched in your spit and cum

jon continued to film through his orgasm, pumping his seed down your throat as you choked and sputtered around his length

quickly pulling out of you to drench your face in the last few spurts of his cum.

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

a sigh of content and relief on your part, body exhausted and overwhelmed from their work

your knees were weak as claudio helped you to stand, a single hand wrapped around your waist while yuta took your wrists

“enjoy yourself, angel?” yuta mentioned after a moment of silence

your throat still raw and red from jon’s abuse, you could only muster a small nod, to which yuta responded with a chaste kiss to your lips

claudio followed suit, his kiss lingering just a second more.

you turned your attention to jon, placing his phone back into his bag

“y-you’re not gonna do anything with that…are you?” you mentioned to the recording, feeling a song of anxiety in your stomach

“oh god no, doll” he reiterated, eyes widening slightly. “that was just to scare ya a bit, trust me it’s for our eyes only”

jon pet your head, almost mockingly. but there was a genuine playfulness behind it

“why don’t we get you cleaned up, little one?” claudio suggested, his chin resting atop your shoulder, you gave another nod as yuta went to retrive your clothes

“hey jon?” you questioned, his eyes popping up to greet yours

“could you send me that video?”

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two of my fav pretty boys <3

Summary: The reader is in a storyline as the first female member of the BCC as well as Wheeler's on-screen girlfriend. Tyler is her ex and doesn't like the way Wheeler is around the reader.

"I'm allowed to see my friends Wheeler." You narrow your eyes at Yuta as the two of you walk through the loading docks. "Besides, we're only fake dating, remember?" You remind him.

"That doesn't mean I want anyone messing around with you during this storyline." Yuta replies. "It would look bad for the cameras. Besides, what's wrong with the BCC locker room?" He asks you.

You roll your eyes at Yuta. You've been engrossed in a storyline where you've been dating Wheeler and being initiated into the BCC as their first female member. In the few weeks that the storyline has been going on Wheeler has become quite protective and guarded with you.

"It's a locker room full of sweaty old men, Wheeler." You scoff. "It's nasty. Why can't I just hang out in the girls locker room until your match?" You whine.

"Come on, YN. It's only be for a little while." Wheeler assures you. "Plus we can't strategize if you aren't with me." He adds.

You huff out a breath and nod. "Fine." You sigh. "Just please don't linger in there forever like last time." You ask him.

"I won't. Promise." Wheeler insists and grabs your hand to drag you reluctantly along at his side.

You and Wheeler head down to the locker room of the BCC. When you arrive, Jon and Claudio are already there hanging out.

"Hey, guys." Wheeler greets everyone when he comes through the door.

"Yeah, hey guys." You add with a small wave.

Jon and Claudio both offer you a nod and a small smile. You sit down in an empty chair and pull out your phone while you wait for Wheeler. While you're waiting for Wheeler to get changed you get a text from your newly separated ex, Hook aka Tyler. The message is asking you to meet up with him before Wheeler's match.

"Hey, Wheeler, I'm gonna go say hello to Skye." You get up from your seat. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Wheeler nods, too busy with digging through his bags to give you a more detailed answer. You head out of the locker room and make your way to an empty stairwell where you and Tyler used to often hang out. When you pull open the door, Tyler is sitting on the bottom step waiting for you.

"What do you want, Tyler?" You cross your arms as the door clicks shut behind you.

"I just wanted to talk." Tyler replies, his usual stoic expression on his face. He pats the spot on the step next to him wanting you to join him.

Reluctantly, you sigh and take a seat next to Tyler on the step. However, your arms remain crossed in front of you. "Make it quick, Tyler. I've got to be out in the ring with Wheeler soon." You explain.

"Wheeler." Tyler scoffs. "Of course." You notice his jaw clench a bit. "Why did you even take this dumb storyline in the first place?" He asks you.

"It's better than sitting around in catering." You reply sharply. "What is this really about, Tyler? You didn't make me come all the way down here just to complain did you?" You ask him.

Tyler wipes his hand over his face in frustration. "What if I did?" He asks you.

"You broke up with me, Tyler!" You remind him with a scoff. "So you've got no right to be asking me anything about Wheeler, or what I'm up to." You scold him.

Frustrated with Tyler, you get to your feet and go to storm off. Tyler reaches out and grabs your hand to stop you. His grip is strong enough to force him to his feet as you walk to the door.

"Let me go, Tyler." You turn back to his and try to pull your arm away.

"No!" Tyler keeps his grip on you. "Not until I know that you're alright." He adds.

You stop pulling and look at Tyler. "What? Tyler, I'm fine." You insist. "Why the hell wouldn't I be?" You ask him.

"I don't like Yuta. Never have." Tyler replies. "And I especially don't like him always hovering over you like some fucking guard dog." He grits his teeth.

"We're playing a couple, Tyler." You roll your eyes and manage to pull your hand free this time. "That's what couples do! That's what you used to do!" You remind him. "God, what is wrong with you? You broke up with me, Ty!"

Tyler hangs his head and solemnly nods. "I know." He replies quietly. "It was a mistake."

"A mistake?" You scoff. "I'm leaving, Tyler. Don't follow me." You turn sharply on your heel and swing the door open harshly.

Tyler remains in place as you stomp back to the BCC locker room. Wheeler is ready for his match when you arrive but he notices right away that you seem pissed off.

"YN? What's up? You look pissed." Wheeler walks over to you.

"I'm fine." You reply dryly.

Wheeler nods and the two of you head out to the ring for his match. Wheeler does his usual entrance and you hang at his side playing the mischievous doting girlfriend. The two of you make it to the ring and you kiss Wheelers cheek before he heads inside the ring.

Wheelers opponent for the night comes down to the ring and you take your place in Wheeler's corner on the floor. The bell rings and Wheeler gets to work. You hang out and watch Wheeler take down his opponent. You cheer for Yuta and belittle his opponent to distract him. Wheeler ends up pulling a win by using the ring ropes as leverage when the referee isn't looking. The bell rings again and you cheer for Yuta as you hop into the ring to celebrate with him.

"Better look next time, loser." You step over Wheeler's fallen opponent with a laugh. "Yuta! Nice work, baby!" You giggle and attach yourself to Wheeler's side to show off for the crowd.

You and Wheeler flourish a bit for the audience, acting like a happy couple. The two of you are to busy messing around to notice Wheeler's opponent pick himself off the mat and rush Wheeler with little regard for you.

"Crap! YN, look out!" Wheeler spots his attacker right before he's on you and gives you a shove away from him.

You stumble backwards and trip over your own feet. Your clumsiness gets the better of you and you slip right through the middle rope and tumble to the floor. Wheeler quickly dispatches his attacker and slides down to the floor to check on you. But as he's making his way out of the ring he spots Tyler come barreling down the ramp as well.

"YN! Are you alright!" Tyler reaches your side just as Wheeler makes it to the floor at your feet.

"Tyler?" You stare up at him. "What are you doing out here?" You confront him.

Wheeler kneels down and grabs your arm to help you to your feet. You lean on him and stand up straight with Tyler hovering as close as possible.

"I saw you fall." Tyler explains. "I just wanted to make sure that you're alright."

"That's what I'm here for." Wheeler replies in a snarky tone. "YN, you're alright, right?" He turns to check on you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shove you that hard. But I wanted to make sure that you were out of the way." He explains.

You nod and pat Wheeler's arm. "Yeah, I'm fine. I've had way worse bumps than that, Yuta." You assure him. "Tyler, you can't just come out here like this!" You turn back to Tyler standing silently next to you. "We're not together anymore! Enough!" You reminds him yet again.

"What? We broke up so I'm not allowed to be concerned for your safety?" Tyler protests. "I still care about you, YN. Which is more than I can say about this tool." He sneers at Wheeler.

"Excuse me?" Wheeler snaps back at him. "I care about, YN! Why don't you screw off, pretty boy!" He puffs his chest out at Tyler.

You step between the pair before a fight breaks out. "That's enough!" You shout at them both. "Come on Wheeler, let's go." You turn to him and grab his arm. "Tyler. I appreciate that you wanted to make sure that I'm alright. But enough is enough. You broke up with me. So do like you wanted and stay away."

Tyler nods at you with a soft expression and steps back to give you space.

"Yeah, you heard her. Back off." Wheeler adds with a sneer.

"You'd better shut your mouth." Tyler mumbles to himself but remains in place because you asked him to back off.

You and Wheeler head up the ramp and Wheeler throws an arm around you to tease Tyler. You roll your eyes but know that there's nothing you can do about it. Boys will be boys. And right now they're competing to see who's the better man.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 19 days

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Single Mother

Blackpool Combat Club X Fem Reader

The Blackpool combat club’s reaction to you becoming a single mom

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I woke up in the morning feeling like absolute garbage. This whole week I had just been feeling off. I thought it might be stress with everything going on lately but I knew what stress felt like. I was sick, not sick as in I have a cold, just sick. Tony hadn’t been booking me TV due to my sickness and I was grateful for that. However, being a part of the Blackpool Combat Club meant I would still have to be at every show and be ringside for the boy’s matches. Currently, I sat on the large couch in our private locker room eating crackers since it was the only thing I could hold down. I had never felt so sick in my entire life, this was unlike me. I never was sick, I was always ready for a fight. I needed to be. I know this frightened the BCC, they didn’t know what to do. Alone with my thoughts, Bryan entered the room with a concerned look in his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” he asked nervously. “Like shit” I responded. I could see the gears turning in his head, I wondered what he was thinking. “What are your symptoms again?” “Nausea, dizziness, some morning sickness. I just feel horrible. Why do you ask?” Bryan knew my symptoms, he and Mox were dealing with my sick ass all week. “I’m just thinking. Do you think that you could be pregnant?” Bryan oddly calm. “Why would you think I’m pregnant?” I asked him confused. “I’m just trying to think why you have been so sick recently. I also have two kids, ya know. I think I know pregnancy symptoms when I see them” This whole conversation between Bryan and I made me uncomfortable, yet he had a point. The more I thought about it, maybe I was pregnant. I didn’t even realize that I missed my period.

It felt like the longest five minutes of my life as I awaited the results from the piece of plastic I held in my hand. This couldn't be happening right now, no way I could be pregnant. I paced around the small washroom as I awaited the results. The entire BCC stood on the other side of the door, guarding it like their lives depended on it. “What does it say?” yelled Mox through the door. “Nothing yet” I responded. After a few more moments of panicking the five minutes were up. I was too scared to look at the results. I wasn’t ready to be a mother, let alone a single mother! How would I explain this to everyone?

I looked at the test and felt my stomach drop. Two lines, I was pregnant. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say. “Is everything okay in there?” Bryan asked carefully. I said nothing as I opened the door. They could tell by the tears that I was pregnant. I was greeted by a big group hug as I sobbed. We were the most badass faction in this company, what would people say about this? “It’s okay, It’s okay Y/n,” They told me as they ushered me back into our locker room. “No, it’s not okay. How the fuck am I supposed to raise a child!” I confessed

“We will all help you” Bryan assured me “You don’t have to make a decision right now but whatever you do we will be there for every second” Claudio explained “We are family. You have nothing to worry about Y/n” I didn’t know what would happen, this was a lot to take in but I was grateful I had these guys who would be there for me for every second of it.

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faggotmox · 8 months

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UNTIL I SAY SO

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling (AEW) Rating: Explicit Time Period: After Blood & Guts 2023 Characters: Jon Moxley, Wheeler Yuta, Claudio Castagnoli, (background) Bryan Danielson, Blackpool Combat Club, BCC Relationships: Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta, background Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson/Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta, BCC Polycule Summary: After the BCC's loss at Blood & Guts there are apologies to be made and punishments to be given. All in the name of strengthening the BCC. Word Count: 11,978 Writer's Notes: Shout out to @di0brando for proof reading/editing and also helping me work out Yuta's dom character. Kink list/warnings below cut (because long) but also exactly the same as on the ao3 link. This is also a celebration fic for me getting fired/quitting my hell corporate coffee job. Translations: Swiss German Terms of Endearment + Sternli means "little star" + Tigerli means "little tiger" (ya know when your boyfriend is huge so you're both "little" something or other.) -> link to fic on ao3

Final Writer's Notes: Okay okay, so here is the thing…the thing is they're horny and fit so they can come like 20 times. It's fine. Don't ask questions about that. Look at all the other kinks and (checks notes) the story? Anyways these sluts are definitely in an established BDSM relationship so like they don't need to negotiate and what not. Enjoy my return to wrestling porn! Roles: Dom/Top/Power Bottom Wheeler Yuta, Sub/Switch/Service Top Claudio Castagnoli, Sub/Bottom Jon Moxley, Background Dom/Top/Daddy Bryan Danielson Kink List: BDSM, Heavy BDSM, Multiple Orgasms, Dom/sub, Restraints, Spanking, Impact Play, Paddling, Cock Rings, Dildos, Sex Toys, Punishment, Degradation Kink, Humiliation Kink, Master/Slave, Domspace, Subspace, Service Top, Come play, Prostate Milking, Prostate Massage, Cock & Ball Torture, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, BDSM Scene, Kink, Cock Warming, Force Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay, Dry Orgasm, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Objectification Kink, Pain Kink, Pain Play, S&M, Sadomasochism, Blindfolds, Gags, Choking, Face Slapping, Cock Slapping, Spit Kink, Yuta Worship, Bondage

Until I Say So

“You know what you have to do.” Bryan’s voice crackled over the headphones.

“He did the right thing.” Yuta walked along the cushioned carpets of the hotel hallways.

“You still need to do this,” Bryan reiterated. “For him.”

“I know.” Yuta got to the door, his hands moving to get the keycard out of his pocket. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I know you will.” There was a brief pause. “That’s why I wasn’t worried about not being there tonight.” A silence hung between them before Bryan spoke again. “You must be at the door?”

“Yeah. I’ll let you know how it goes.” Yuta pulled one of the buds out of his ear. “Bye.”

“Bye.” Bryan hung up.

The door opened as expected. Yuta walked inside, cleaned up and stitched back together. Chin held high because Yuta didn’t give up, and Yuta didn’t cost them the match. The balcony door that said ‘no smoking’ was open with Mox standing outside. The medical kit was all put back together on the bed, and the water was running in the bathroom. Claudio must have finished up with Mox and was cleaning up while Mox waited. Waited for Yuta.

The man in question turned after a few moments of being watched. A half-smoked cigarette in his mouth as he took in Yuta. Mox ducked his head quickly, his hand coming up to take the cigarette and flick it into a can-made-ashtray. The door made a squeaky sound when Mox closed it. The older man wasn’t wearing his shoes. Just a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a few bandages.

Mox’s head was still ducked down, his shoulders hunched forward, when he leaned into Yuta’s personal space to nudge his forehead against the side of Yuta’s. An apology. The way a puppy would apologize. For a moment Yuta indulged Mox’s feelings. One of his hands came up to rest on the back of the other man’s neck and pull him closer.

“I shouldn’t…have tapped for you.” Mox finally said just as the bathroom door opened.

“Hang on, Claudio.” Yuta stopped any interruption preemptively. His hand gripped Mox’s chin. “No. You shouldn’t have tapped for me. You’re going to make it up to me, right?” Yuta stared hard at Mox before he got a jerky nod. “Get these off and get on the bed.”

As soon as Yuta let go, Mox did what he was told to do. His shorts were discarded before he got on the bed, careful of any injury or bandage. Yuta turned around to Claudio once that was taken care of, and went to kiss the other man. There was probably some guilt playing in Claudio after the Pac altercation, but Yuta hadn’t been relying on Pac. Claudio had come through time and again during the match. So had Mox.

“You did a good job patching him up.” Yuta gave a reassuring smile. “You did a good job tonight.”

“Thank you.” Claudio tipped his head and kissed a stitch on Yuta’s brow. “He’s good to go for you. All cleared, and cleaned up. Nothing too bad.”

“Hmm. Good.” Yuta ran a hand up Claudio’s arm. “Wanna referee?”

“Yeah?” Claudio glanced between Mox on the bed and Yuta in front of him.

“I want you to.” Yuta reassured.

“I would like to. Thank you, Wheeler.” Claudio kissed the stitch again before kissing Yuta's lips.

They parted with Claudio going to change into a tank top and pair of boxers before settling into a chair nearby. Yuta stripped his t-shirt so Mox could see everything for the first time. What he gave to hold on, and Mox gave that up.

It wasn’t on purpose but Yuta always felt a little like he was in the ring when he tugged their equipment bag out from under the bed. What was it going to be? A barbed wire bat or a vibrator? Yuta was smirking to himself over his own dumb little jokes, but for all Mox knew he was smirking over the punishment he had planned. Now Yuta was smirking about that.

“Tell me your safeword, Mox.”

“Regal. Yours?”

“Dragon.”

They both nodded to each other before Yuta made his decision. Bryan had told him that he needed to take Mox down after that. Punish him for that decision even though Yuta could admit it was the right call. However Bryan didn’t provide a detailed plan of the punishment, and Yuta was working on the fly. He was a smart guy though, and he could kill two birds with one stone here.

“Make yourself useful while I set up for you.” Yuta unzipped the bag, not bothering to look at Mox. “Since Claudio carried the team on his back tonight, I think you should thank him properly. Some appreciation is in order for how well he patched you up, too.”

Yuta was able to fish a few things he needed out of the bag rather quickly, and silently thanked Claudio for being so organized. He followed behind Mox and stood nearly touching him as he knelt in front of Claudio in the armchair.

“Thank you, Claudio.” Mox frowned at the annoyed sigh from the larger man.

“Yuta, if you would--” Claudio gestured vaguely at Mox in a way he didn’t get, but Yuta did; he handed Claudio a cushion. “You just took a beating. Take care of our property, Jon.” Claudio made Mox move and kneel on the pad instead of the harder floor.

“Sorry.” Mox cleared his throat when he felt Yuta smack the back of his head.

“Who are you, Bryan? Awfully quiet tonight, Mox. I want to hear you thanking Claudio for everything he’s done and then suck his dick until I’m ready to deal with you.” Yuta passed off a pair of cock rings to Claudio, and a blindfold.

“Yeah. You’re right.” Mox cleared his throat and shifted to get comfortable before looking up at Claudio. “Thank you for carrying the team, and taking all the pain you did for us. For bleeding for us. I know you protected both of us more than once during the match. You fought hard. Thank you. But mostly thank you for not…not giving up on Yuta. I saw you fighting to get to him. I saw…”

While Mox rambled on, Yuta cleared off the hotel room desk, hoping that it would be sturdy enough to support their activities. Yuta didn’t have to watch to know that Claudio was getting them both into the rings, and Mox into the blindfold. It was easy. Everyone was getting what they needed, and if Yuta could pull it off they’d all get to walk away a little less wounded. Which he guessed was the weight Bryan was putting on his shoulders.

The rambling had stopped but there were now sucking sounds. The heavy sigh from Claudio made Yuta smirk. It might be fucked up, but they were fucked up. A guilty blowjob from Mox was one of the best things in the world. Mox was obsessed with choking himself on Claudio’s dick anyways. As Yuta went over his restraint choices he glanced over to see Claudio lounged back, arms behind his head and eyes closed as Mox exorcized his demons.

“Not to interrupt,” Yuta piped up, the wry grin still on his face as Claudio cracked an eye open. “It looks like a good thank you.”

“Oh, it is.” Claudio put a large hand on the back of Mox’s head to force him all the way down. “Fuck. Best thank you a guy could ask for.”

Mox gagged for a long moment as he was held down. He didn’t push or fight back. A tight moan worked its way out of his chest when he was close to a limit and Claudio let him up without a moment's hesitation. Mox swayed hard backwards. Heavy eyes blinked tears away as he tried to refocus himself.

“Care to put him over this table for me, Claudio? Face down, please.” Yuta gestured to the set up.

“No problem.” Claudio winked at Yuta. “You know how much I like to pick him up.”

It was true. Claudio had a thing specifically for picking up Mox. The dazed man didn’t even squirm when Claudio scooped him up, Mox’s damaged back meeting Claudio’s sculpted chest, and carried him over to the desk. Some of the pressure made Mox hiss as pain sparked in his wounds, but it also made his dick twitch.

The cool wood did little to calm the fever Mox was in. Claudio reached to restrain Mox but Yuta gently stopped him and motioned for him to secure Mox’s lower half. Yuta liked when Claudio refereed for them. He knew Claudio liked it when Mox refereed for him. It was funny how they all had their own preferences. Yuta vaguely knew he was Bryan’s go-to. Yuta had seen Bryan and Mox do crazy things together.

The leather cuffs around Mox’s ankles were secured, and Claudio was quick to do his thighs as well. Yuta adjusted the blindfold, kissing Mox’s cheek before snapping one wrist in, and then going for the other. Yuta anticipated Mox’s spike of panic.

“Hey.” Yuta grabbed the scruff of Mox’s neck. “Stop it. Calm down, and breathe. You’re going to be cuffed, just like in the ring, and this time we don’t stop until I say so.”

Mox whimpered and gave one last push back before collapsing onto the table. Now Yuta could fully clasp the last cuff since he didn’t have to hold Mox down. Once everything was on, Yuta did a quick once-over to make sure everything was good to go before looking up to see Claudio smiling at him.

“Good call.” Claudio said quietly as he got up and moved around to pull a chair up to the side of the desk, near Mox’s head.

One of the side tables had been dragged over for Yuta to put all of their necessities on. Claudio was where he needed to be to keep an eye on Mox, his hand occasionally stroking his hard on. The click of the lube cap startled Mox. Yuta chuckled as he pulled a pair of gloves on before dribbling the lube over Mox’s hole. The tiny moan that left Mox made Yuta wanna say fuck the punishment and fuck him right there. That’d make Yuta feel better. But he checked himself. This was about making Mox feel better, and doing something incredibly hot.

“There’s one rule here, Mox.” Yuta teased a finger over the other man's hole, letting Mox adjust his feet and find how he needed to really stand like this. “What’s that rule?” Yuta started to push in his first finger, pulling a deep whine from Mox. “What do you think the one rule is here, Jon?”

“Fuck.” Mox pressed his forehead against the desk. “Bryan’s a bitch for corrupting you.”

“Focus.” Yuta smacked Mox’s ass sharply, aiming for the horrific edge of the bruise where Mox had landed on the nail bed. There was already some admiration from Yuta for how much Mox could get off on his wounds. Pain was pain to the man, which was the same as pleasure in Mox’s wirecrossed brain.

“It doesn’t stop until you say so!” Mox called out, his back arching. Yuta pushed two fingers in as a reward. “OH! Fuck.”

“Good boy.” Yuta finger fucked Mox slowly to work in more and more lube that they would need. The praise made Mox relax some. The man loved to have his hole played with, Yuta was an expert on that now. Mox was truly a bottom, and enjoyed every moment of it. Even these moments. “Taking me so well. Let’s take things up a notch.”

Yuta started to work on a third finger, which had Mox letting out happily pained sounds. That was what Yuta put his efforts into. He stretched Mox’s hole, pushing deeper and adding more lube. As Mox started to break out in sweat Yuta started to work over his prostate. It was so easy to tease Mox like this, so Yuta did so without mercy.

“Fuck, fuck. I-I-m--” Mox choked on his own words. “Come?”

“You wanna come, big guy?” Yuta teased. “‘Cause I keep doing this?” Yuta worked two fingers over the other man’s spot, making him jolt and jerk.

“Yes! Please! Please?” Mox gasped.

“There’s only one rule, Mox.” Yuta reminded him.

“It doesn’t stop until you say it stops?” Mox repeated, not quite getting it but to be fair Yuta was working very hard to keep Mox from being able to think much.

“Exactly. You can come as much as you want, Mox.” Yuta said in a sickeningly soft voice, like he was doing Mox a favor. “You can come now. And again. And again. And again. Doesn’t matter much to me. I’m going to keep doing what I want to you until I decide I’m done.”

“Wheeler.” Mox’s voice caught in his chest, his body tensing as a wave of pleasure built up and broke through.

“So soon.” Yuta mocked a little as he kept playing with Mox. “We have so long to go. Hope it doesn’t start hurting.” Mox mumbled something that neither could make out. “What was that?” Yuta pressed a mean finger against a bruise.

“Fuck! I said,” Mox had to force his lungs to open up to breathe for a moment before the words could be made. “I fuckin’ said, I hope it does!”

“That’s what I expect to hear from you, Jon.” Yuta laughed, leaning over the other to kiss his cheek.

The small display of affection was all Mox got before Yuta pulled his fingers free. Mox made a practically wounded sound that made the other two men laugh and muttered a ‘calm down.’ There was a towel below Mox so they didn’t destroy any carpet but Yuta did nothing about his leaking, dripping cock. Still hard from Yuta playing with his g-spot and the binding cock ring.

The next part was going to be a lot of fun for the neighbors. Mox wasn’t shy, and they were letting him be pretty loud right now. Yuta knew to give Claudio the go ahead to start a blowjob if Mox got concerningly loud.

Off on the side table was Yuta’s selection of equipment. His hands sought out the toy he liked to use most on Mox. Slightly above average length, but thick especially at the head; not realistic but ribbed and grooved since Mox was so sensitive. The toy never failed to bring out the most responsive side of Mox, which was why Yuta always brought it with them. The crowd favorite, so to speak.

The blunt tip of the toy eased past Mox’s hole. There was a little whine that got louder the deeper Yuta pushed the toy. Once it was all the way in, Yuta turned the base and the toy buzzed to life. Mox jumped hard, and pulled against the restraints as Yuta gave tiny, hard, shallow thrusts with the toy. The restraints rattled and Yuta made sure the table wasn’t giving as he started to pull the toy out more and thrust it back in.

"Wheeler!" Mox hollered as the toy slid over the little spot that sent sparks up his back. "Fuck!"

"If you're too loud, Claudio will have to figure out how to gag you " Yuta teased with the toy, running quick, short thrusts over Mox’s prostate.

“I can- I can’t--” Mox choked out but Yuta didn’t let up.

The hitching, gasping sounds Mox kept making clued Yuta into what was about to happen. It took Yuta very few adjustments to press the vibrator against that spot. It looked like a bolt of lightning went through Mox. His back straightened out completely, his hips bucked into the edge of the desk, and all the restraints rattled.

All the tension snapped at once. Between Mox’s legs Yuta could see his straining cock spray again. Yuta’s mouth watered at the sight. The hard twitching length leaked more as Yuta kept up his torture. When Mox started to shake, Yuta slowly eased the vibrator out, turning it off and setting it aside.

“W-Wheeler?” Mox stammered, his breathing coming rapidly.

“We're not done yet,” Yuta responded dismissively as he removed his gloves.

“Nah…” Mox shook his head. “E-Empty?”

That got a good chuckle out of both Yuta and Claudio. It was important to let Mox rest between their bouts, but Yuta couldn’t say no. Not to that. Not with what he had planned for Mox’s ‘rest cycle.’

“Oh, you wanna be full, big guy?” Yuta gave a playful pop to the softer underside of Mox’s ass.

“Fuck, yes!” Mox called out, completely forgetting about or not caring that they had neighbors.

“Sure about that? You don’t know what’s coming.” Yuta gave the teasing warning but was already pulling out a plug for Mox.

“Yes, Wheeler, yes.” Mox grunted and tried to shake his ass a little. “Plea- Ah!”

The plug was smaller for Mox. It was smaller than the toy they had just been using, but it would be enough to keep Mox occupied. The toy fit snugly into the bound man, who moaned and bucked back against Yuta. As if Yuta hadn’t just made him come twice and fucked him with the toy nonstop. Mox was ridiculous.

“The way I see it, Mox,” Yuta started as he reached towards his side table set up for something new, “there were five people in that ring you let down.” The words got a little nod from Mox, but Yuta waited for a moment before adding. “And one person at home.”

“...Bryan…” Mox mumbled sadly.

“That’s right. Bryan.” Yuta agreed. “So, I think you owe each of us five strikes.”

That made Mox’s breathing stop. His hips pushed back and out to be at a good angle for striking. The area Yuta was working with was already pretty bruised and damaged from the match. The strict, wooden paddle Yuta picked would be harsh on what was already there.

Claudio, ever present of mind, got himself to their gear back and was returning to sit with Mox again. Despite looking a little red in the face, Claudio seemed unbothered by the raging hard on between his legs. Yuta watched as Claudio started to wedge Mox’s mouth guard into his mouth. They all had a mouthguard for impact play, courtesy of Claudio. Once the guard was in, Yuta came around to kiss Claudio hard on the mouth.

“I’ll take him to ten, if you’ll follow up with five.” Yuta smiled at the twinkle in the other man’s eyes. “Then next round we’ll do you opening with five and me finishing with ten.”

“I like that.” Claudio kissed Yuta’s cheek before he returned to standing behind Mox.

Giving Mox a spanking was like giving a dog a bone. The man would writhe and thrash, making all sorts of noise too. At least the mouthguard helped with the sound, because Yuta loved to work him up. He delivered ten perfectly placed, well-measured, painful strikes to Mox’s backside. Mox was moaning for more when Yuta handed off the paddle to his trusted ‘referee.’

Five blows didn’t take long, but Claudio was precious with his work. The worst of the overlapping areas Yuta left were assaulted by Claudio’s perfect swing. The Swiss giant was by far the best technically out of all of them. By the last strike, Mox was clearly crying. It may have been concerning if he wasn’t also begging for more in mumbled requests against the table.

“There’s the first fifteen. Good boy.” Yuta stroked along a newly minted welt on Mox’s ass. “We get back to it, huh?”

“Back to it?” Mox used all his energy to lift his neck but couldn’t see anything anyways. Claudio took out the mouthguard so Mox could repeat himself. "Back to it?"

“Back to it.” Yuta said again as he took the plug out with a quick jerk of his hand.

“Fuck!” Mox cried out.

“Claudio, could you?” Yuta gestured.

“My pleasure.” Claudio was laughing as he stood up and pressed the tip of his dick to Mox’s mouth.

As Mox worked his mouth around the thick cock in front of him, Yuta donned another pair of gloves and pushed two lubed fingers into his hole. It was easy for Yuta to play Mox’s body like a guitar. A little like this, and more that way. Mox was extremely responsive, too. The man would make it clearly known if he was having a good or bad time. It was one of Yuta’s favorite things about Mox being his sub. It was never hard to tell what Mox did or did not want.

The next orgasm shuddered through Mox like a train wreck thanks to Yuta’s talented fingers. It was sudden and fast. By the end of it he slumped against the desk and gave up. His body going lax as Claudio fucked his mouth. There was no end in sight for Mox. He knew he would get fifteen more strikes, but he had no idea how long Yuta planned to milk orgasms out of him.

“Slow your breathing, Jon.” Claudio encouraged gently from above. He stopped moving so deep so that Mox could get his breathing regulated again. “Good boy.” Claudio praised once Mox got himself grounded. “Keep sucking.”

Just as Mox refocused his brain on breathing and sucking dick, Yuta pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the vibrator. This time the toy was already going, the setting on medium-high. Mox choked and sobbed around Claudio’s cock. The table kept Mox up, his legs and arms defeatedly relaxed.

Yuta tormented Mox with the vibrator to the point that Mox was just outright crying at the stimulation. If Bryan hadn’t taught Yuta so well he’d probably pull out his dick right now and jerk off because the power rush from making Jon Moxley openly cry was enough to make Yuta come.

“There it is.” Yuta called out as he watched Mox have the most painful looking orgasm. “Oh fuck.”

The head of Mox’s cock was painfully purple. Yuta wondered how loud Mox would scream if he just put his mouth over the sensitive tip. Yuta watched waves of pain and overstimulation roll through Mox’s body as his cock weakly twitched in an effort to come. The toy was only left in long enough to make Mox start bucking his hips away.

“Okay, okay.” Yuta laughed as he took the vibrator out and put it aside again. He wondered if Mox knew he had come four times now, or if he thought it was some stupidly high number or something. “Claudio?”

Yuta got the paddle again and held it up for the other to take. Claudio gave a couple of small thrusts before slowly pulling his dick out. Sometimes Yuta called them his ‘goodbyes.’ Claudio’s cock was replaced by the mouthguard before Claudio came to the end of the table. The larger man got the paddle and examined the canvas before him. It didn’t take long for Claudio to rain down five absolutely brutal blows to Mox’s ass. Between the sobs and groans, Yuta heard something.

“What was that, Mox?” Yuta nudged him. “Speak up.”

“...it stops when you say it stops…” Mox had to push the mouthguard out to say it a few times before going back to mouthing the words to himself.

“Oh. That’s hot.” Yuta sighed and started palming his cock through his jeans.

“You’re very close to getting to take care of that.” Claudio grinned as he absently stroked the back of Mox’s head.

“My turn.” The mouthguard was forced back into Mox’s mouth.

Ten more strikes were laid out on Mox’s pained ass. With Mox, the answer rarely was to go lighter, so he had put some heft into his strikes. The sounds the spanking generated from Mox were so hot Yuta was sure he’d jerk off to them later.

By the time Yuta put the paddle down Mox was shaking, his thick thighs quivering against the maroon restraints. The restrains were leaving red marks against pale skin. The bruising from the match mixed with Claudio and Yuta’s marks. It gave Yuta a head rush. The other bruises Mox had fought against, but the ones they left were welcomed onto his body. It made Yuta feel like he had a right to Mox’s flesh.

The paddle was put away but Yuta’s hand never left Mox’s welted ass. Claudio removed the mouthguard a final time, putting it away in its case to be washed later. Yuta took a moment to think about their next move and gestured to Claudio to check the blindfold. As a few ideas floated around in his head, Yuta made sure to check Mox over physically. Claudio had taken to whispering softly in German to their sub while he did his own checks. Making fillers so Yuta could have a moment to plan. That decided it. Claudio deserved a reward.

“How are you feeling, big guy?” Yuta groped Mox’s sore ass as he asked, getting back into their scene. There wasn’t a response so Yuta gripped harder. “I asked a question.” There was a long enough silence Yuta considered slowing everything down to check in better.

“Sorry I tapped.” Mox choked miserably on the words. He was so far down and crying so hard the words barely formed in his throat. "I'm sorry I tapped for you. I'm sorry I gave up. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry."

"I know you are." Yuta gestured for Claudio to work on calming their bound sub down. The other was already moving to check Mox over. "That's why we're doing this. Because I know you're sorry, and I know what you need."

"Please?" Mox sighed, his head dropping hard onto the desk.

"Please what, Mox?" Yuta had been gently stroking Mox's hip while Claudio gently massaged Mox's shoulders and back. Together their work seemed to help.

"Keep going." Mox was turning into jelly now.

“You know I will, Mox.” Yuta leaned down to kiss a cared-for wound on his shoulder. “You’ve been a really good boy.” Those words never failed to make Mox moan. “I’m going to make you a little more comfortable for this next part, so you can enjoy it a little more.”

“Wheeler.” Mox whimpered. “Don’t deserve--”

“You don’t get to decide what you deserve and don’t deserve. That’s my job.” Yuta reminded him with a sharp slap to the thigh. “Claudio.” Yuta reached up to undo one of the wrist cuffs so the larger man followed suit. “Take him around the waist and hold him up for a second.”

Mox willingly moved, one arm swung around Claudio’s neck. It seemed to take all of his energy to do that. Quickly Yuta folded up another towel to put over the edge of the desk where Mox was bent over. Giving him a cushion he would need for their next round.

“Lay him back down, and lock him up.” Yuta helped lower Mox and put the cuffs back on. He noticed Mox twitched at being handcuffed again but didn’t outright panic. “Good boy. Ready for Claudio to fuck you?”

“Claudio gets to fuck me?” Mox perked up.

"Yes, as a reward for being such a good boy." The praise made Claudio light up. Yuta reached up and pulled Claudio down for a rough kiss. "During the match and after." Yuta said once they broke apart, one last peck on the taller man's lips before they traded places.

The best words Yuta could use to describe Claudio were ‘service top.’ The man thrived on providing for them. Yuta could direct him and guide him to do anything and he just seemed so happy to do it. It was submissive in a way, and Yuta thought of Claudio as his sub in a lot of ways because of it. Even when Claudio was fucking Yuta, it was Yuta running the show.

“Do your worst, babe.” Yuta encouraged as he watched Claudio lather his huge cock with lube. “I want him to feel it tomorrow on our long drive home.”

“You got it.” Claudio had a little smirk on his face as he rubbed the head of his dick against Mox’s swollen hole.

“Please.” Mox whimpered as he tried to push his hips back. “Please, Claudio, please?”

“Since you beg so nicely.” Claudio knew the cues from Yuta meant being a little rough and mean. “I think Yuta would like to hear you, so do not hold back.”

Without any more warning, Claudio pushed in and didn't stop until he bottomed out. The abrupt, huge intrusion made Mox scream. His back arched beautifully and his legs strained against the restraints as Claudio pushed into him as quickly as he could. If Yuta hadn’t been working Mox over all night, he probably wouldn’t be able to take it. But instead Mox was begging for more. Claudio pulled all the way out and pushed back in. Mox cried out again so Yuta decided it was time to keep him quiet. The fly to his jeans was snapped open and unzipped, his cock springing free finally.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Yuta said softly as he pressed the head of his cock between Mox’s slightly-parted lips. “Suck on this so you calm down, or at least don’t wake our neighbors.”

Mox wasn't quiet, but he couldn't be loud with Yuta’s cock in his mouth. Yuta didn’t move. He just let Mox suck on his cock while Claudio started to speed up. The sounds coming from Mox were desperate. Small little whimpers and whines as Claudio slammed into him.

"How's he feel?” Yuta asked over Mox, like he wasn't there.

“Fucking incredible.” Claudio laughed breathlessly. “You worked him open so much he just took my cock. Fuck..” Claudio trailed off in a line of German curses Yuta vaguely knew.

“You look so hot fucking him.” Yuta thrust into Mox's mouth a little when he whimpered. “Fuck him harder.”

“My pleasure.” Claudio grinned.

Huge hands grabbed Mox’s hips to readjust him to where he needed to be. Claudio shuffled a little, and adjusted his own angle. All the while completely inside a quivering, whimpering Mox. It was clear to Yuta that if he could see Mox’s eyes they’d be vacant. Mox was so far gone, so down. Yuta knew this had been important for all three of them.

Claudio started slamming into Mox. Yuta peeked around the edge of the desk to see Claudio pull all the way out and with a powerful snap of his hips pushed all the way back into Mox. Over and over. The desk started to creak and move as Claudio brutalized their sub. Mox was crying out with each thrust. Pained little cries each time around the head of Yuta’s cock. After a minute or so Yuta pulled his cock out of Mox’s mouth, neighbors be damned he wanted to hear.

“G-Gonna--” Mox was panting, his body flushed red as sweat poured off of him.

“Going to come for me again, Mox?” Yuta teased, his fingers sliding through Mox’s sweaty, short hair.

“Fuck---” Mox choked.

“Hang on,” Claudio was breathless now as he spoke. Finally some indication that he was in this situation. A quick shift of his hips and he leaned over Mox’s back. That was it. “There it is--”

“Claudio!” Mox jerked against the cuffs as Claudio found an angle that made him see stars. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Damn.” Claudio kept going, but his voice was tight which meant Mox was tight.

“I can’t, I can’t--” Mox sobbed out to Yuta, his hand closest to his dom reaching out for him. Yuta took his hand quickly and squeezed.

“I don’t want to hear it, Mox.” Yuta leaned down to speak directly to the other. “Claudio’s having the time of his life using you up for me. You’ll take as much as I give you. Why?”

“Shit!” Mox rolled his hips forward and arched his chest off the table. “Damn it! Because it doesn’t stop until you say it stops!”

“You’re so good at following the rules. Good boy, Moxie.” Yuta smirked as he petted the other man.

Yuta wasn’t sure if Claudio just hit the spot or if what he said did it but Mox snapped for a fifth time. The already high-strung body tensed even more. Broken cries left Mox’s scratched throat as his cock throbbed and spilled what it could onto the towel. Yuta watched as the tension refused to leave Mox as Claudio kept up his deep, hard thrusts. Mox’s orgasm was still rolling through him when Claudio followed over the edge.

Quick reflexes allowed Yuta to get to Claudio and seal a hard kiss against his lips as he came. Claudio’s orgasms were everything to Yuta. He felt the hard, sculpted muscles all flex. His hands explored the expanse of Claudio’s chest as they kissed through Claudio’s orgasm. As he pumped his load into a crying Mox, Claudio whined into Yuta’s mouth. It took a moment for Claudio to finish completely. His swollen cock pulsing in Mox’s tight heat.

“What’re you up to now, Jon?” Claudio asked as he slowly, just to tease, pulled out. His come and lube leaked out behind him, trickling down Mox’s leg. “Jonny?” Claudio pinched Mox’s ass when he didn’t answer.

“F-Five! Fuck, C!” Mox’s voice was so raw he couldn’t even yell at this point.

“You must be tired.” Claudio took a hand towel off the side table and started cleaning off his softening cock. The ring eased off as he did so.

“Y-Yeah…” Mox mumbled.

“Can’t be too tired.” Yuta ran his hand down Mox’s back. “You still have to take care of me, big guy.” His hand slid over Mox’s ass then his fingers ghosted across Mox’s over sensitive hole, making him jump.

“Wheeler!” Mox’s voice broke in the middle of Yuta’s name.

“That’s the only thing you’ll be saying soon.” Yuta chuckled at the near miserable sound Mox made. “Ready?”

“Y-Yeah…” Mox nodded against the desk.

“Oh, fuck.” Yuta groaned as he started pushing in.

Maybe it’d gross out other guys but Yuta loved going after Claudio or Bryan. ‘Sloppy seconds’ were great. Between Claudio’s come and the lube from earlier, Yuta could go in dry as he carved out a space for himself inside Mox. The glide was easy as Yuta bottomed out with a hefty sigh. He had waited a long time for this.

It always amazed Yuta how Mox could still feel so tight even after everything they had done. The other man clenched and spasmed around Yuta in a way that took his breath away. Before the BCC, Yuta was no virgin by any stretch, but Mox was by far the best bottom Yuta ever had.

“Oh, shit.” Yuta’s head was thrown back and his eyes closed as he savored being in his favorite place. “You were right, C. He feels incredible.” Mox whimpered at the admission and Claudio chuckled.

“He feels like no one else.” Claudio was back at the head of the desk with Mox, gently massaging his neck as Yuta had his religious experience.

“Never fucked anyone who feels like you, big guy.” Yuta was already panting, his hips rolling a little as he sought to memorize this moment.

“Wheeler,” Mox moaned against the wood.

“Fuck, Mox, I can feel Claudio’s come in you.” Yuta grunted, his hips snapping harder. “Fuck. That’s so hot.”

It was like Claudio had some sort of superpower; he could see Yuta unraveling quickly. Suddenly, he was flush against Yuta’s back. One of his huge arms wrapped around Yuta’s chest, his palm laying flat over the erratic heart trying to beat its way past Yuta’s skin. The other hand found Mox’s hip and kept all three of them together.

“It’s okay.” Claudio whispered, his mouth close to Yuta’s ear as he nuzzled against his neck. “I have you, Wheeler. I’m right here, and so is Jon.”

“Claudio.” Yuta whispered as he leaned into the large chest behind him.

“You’ve been holding on so tightly.” Claudio started moving their hips so Yuta was thrusting into Mox. “Let go. I’ll catch you.” The last part was said with a kiss behind Yuta’s ear.

“Fuck. Yes.” Yuta started thrusting harder.

“Tell him to take it.” Claudio encouraged, giving the younger man room to start recklessly fucking their sub.

“That’s right, Mox, fucking take it.” Yuta grunted out.

It was clear Mox was still enjoying himself when he moaned loudly at the words. That just made Yuta go harder, Claudio at his back as a safety net. Everything felt so good. Letting loose was needed. It all made Yuta feel so powerful and invincible. No loss mattered right now because he was buried deep in Jon Moxley.

The rattle of the restrains was from Yuta as he fucked Mox for all he's worth. At this point Mox was boneless and panting hard. Few moans and groans came out of him. Another encouragement from Claudio spurred Yuta on, his hand coming up to the back of Mox's head. He pushed Mox's face into the hard desk.

"Take it, motherfucker." Yuta grunted, his fingers digging into Mox’s upper back and neck. "You'll take it just like I took all of that shit from the Elite." The next part came out darker. “From Hangman.”

That made Mox hitch and cry out. The way Hangman hung them both, and the fact Mox tapped while Yuta refused to, was eating at Mox. There was something Yuta needed, reaching for it but couldn’t find just yet. His hips still snapped hard in shallow yet satisfying movements.

A large, warm hand reached around to lay just over Yuta's navel, slowing him down and grounding him as Claudio whispered a plan to him. At first Yuta was annoyed at being stopped but warmed up to the idea as Claudio explained it, his hand rubbing gently against Yuta’s navel to calm him down. His hips shallowly thrusting against Mox despite Claudio holding him back still.

“Let’s do it.” Yuta nodded sharply before pulling out of Mox, the last of his self control.

“Ah?” Mox grunted in confusion.

“Sh. We’re moving you.” Claudio explained as Yuta took a few steps back to collect himself. “Well, I think I’ll be moving you.”

It was easier to let Claudio get Mox moved. Yuta felt like if he so much as touched Mox they might both violently explode. The larger man hoisted Mox off the desk and put him on the bed face-up. Claudio gave Mox a few sharp slaps to the face to bring him back some, then restrained each hand to the headboard. A few pillows were shoved under Mox’s ass.

The same hands that had calmed Yuta roamed over Mox’s battered body to soothe him as well. Yuta watched the paths Claudio traced over the damage. It was so enticing to Yuta to undo the healing Claudio had done, to pick and scratch at stitches and bandages. He knew Mox would like it, but he couldn’t bring himself to undo what Claudio had already fixed.

“He’s all yours again, Yuta.” Claudio leaned down to kiss Mox, biting at his bottom lip until Mox whined. “Show him how sorry he really should be.”

Just as Yuta was darting to get onto the bed, Claudio was hoisting Mox’s legs up. The position left Mox’s battered ass totally exposed. Puffy, used hole gaping. Completely open for Yuta and on display. Leaking lube and Claudio's come. The bruises and marks from both them and the match framed Mox's abused hole perfectly.

Yuta sank right in. Mox made the most beautiful punched out noises as Yuta pushed all the way in one go. Each of Mox's long legs were hooked over Yuta's shoulders to free up Claudio’s hands. The perky, tight nipples nestled in ginger hair were plucked cruelly by Claudio.

"Fuck, Mox!" Yuta threw his head back. "Holy shit."

The hard, unforgiving thrusts started to find a pace. A pace that left Mox whimpering as his legs were pushed back and Yuta pistoned into him. Every ounce of strength Yuta had went into wrecking Mox's hole. One of Yuta's hands held onto Mox's ankle so hard he was sure it'd bruise.

At that moment, something came over Yuta. The hand on Mox's ankle let go and moved between them. In one quick movement, Yuta tore away the blindfold to reveal Mox's glassy, lost, pale blue eyes shining behind the vacant look Yuta fucked into him. There was a moment where Mox didn't realize he could see until he locked eyes with Yuta's fiery, angry gaze. A whimper escaped the bound man when Yuta's hand wrapped dangerously around his throat.

"Yuta?" Mox begged, his body arching up into the other like he was expecting, wanting what would come next.

"You want it?" Yuta pushed his legs to the side so he could lean in closer, his hips still snapping. "Wanna know what it felt like?" The dazed look on Mox’s face was slapped off him. “Answer me!”

"Y…Yes! Fuck, yes!" Mox admitted, even though they all knew Mox had experience with what it felt like to be hung by the Hangman.

That simple yes flipped Yuta's switch. There was a reason Claudio was nearby. The calloused hand around Mox's throat closed tightly, effectively cutting off his air to just a wheeze. It lit Yuta's blood on fire as he watched Mox's eyes roll back in his head. More pressure was added, making Mox tense up and jingle his cuffs.

All of Yuta's focus was on choking Mox out and fucking him into the mattress. At first Yuta didn't realize he was spitting out degrading comments at Mox as sweat poured off of them both. A gentle tap on Yuta's choking hand let him know it was time to ease up, but he didn't for a moment. When he finally let go Mox sucked in a harsh, desperate breath that was quickly slapped out of his mouth.

"Go again." Claudio green lit as he watched the color come back to Mox's ruby red face.

"Fuck you!" Yuta pushed down again.

The pressure left Mox spluttering and gasping, eyes fluttering and out of focus. Yuta felt incredible, powerful even. His dick held tightly by Mox's sore hole, and his hand held tightly around Mox's throat. It amazed him that he was still hanging on.

After a moment Claudio tapped on the same hand. This time Yuta let up easier. When Mox opened his mouth to bring in some air Yuta moved on instinct. He leaned over Mox, a hand braced on the bed behind Mox's head, and spat into Mox's open mouth. It registered as a shock but Mox didn't spit out Yuta's saliva. Instead his eyes shined up at his brutalizer. Yuta did it again, and again. Watching as Mox swallowed each time until he went back to choking Mox.

This time Mox struggled more, tensed up more, and Yuta could feel it. Every muscle tensed up in a glorious moment that had Yuta in pure euphoria. Mox's loose legs came up to wrap around Yuta, the younger man could feel heels digging into him so he pushed harder. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing, the slapping of skin on skin, and the wet slip of Mox's hole.

"Fuck!" Yuta moaned loudly. "Oh, fuck, Mox."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please." Mox gargled, his voice clipped and raw.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Yuta punctuated each word with a harsh thrust.

"Yuta," Claudio was staring at him, now that he didn't need to worry about him choking Mox. "You look incredibly sexy like this."

"Thanks, C." Yuta grinned at that, their eyes meeting over the overstimulated body of their sub.

"I could watch you fuck him for hours." Claudio said truthfully as he gripped the reinvigorated length in his shorts. It never took Claudio long to get hard again. "So powerful."

"Get over here." Yuta demanded.

The hand that had just been a weapon on Mox pulled Claudio in close. Yuta sealed his lips together in a heated kiss, like Yuta needed to crawl inside Claudio. Mox had a full view of their kiss and whined at the display.

"Holy, fuck!" Yuta ripped himself away from Claudio at the sudden, overwhelming feeling in his dick.

Yuta looked down with a tight smirk as he realized Mox came again. Another time. He couldn't get enough of that. The thin, dripping liquid sprayed across Mox's body. Thankfully Claudio had the presence of mind to ease off the ring restricting Mox's exhausted cock. Yuta was captivated as he watched as Mox’s cock went soft, and laid against his thigh.

"Thank--" Mox could barely move his head to the side to look up at Claudio. "--you."

"You're very welcome, tigerli." Claudio smiled down.

Mox stained up a little like he wanted to kiss Claudio so the Swiss giant leaned in to take his mouth. Keeping in the spirit of the scene, Claudio claimed Mox's mouth in a dominating attack. One huge hand wrapped around Mox's neck, fingers ghosting where Yuta's hand shaped bruises would be tomorrow. Mox made a sweet sound at the aggressive display of affection so Claudio dove deeper. His hand tightened and his mouth worked harder. Yuta watched the erotic moment while he fucked the last of it out of Mox.

"You guys are so fucking hot. Fuck. Shit." Yuta felt his breaking point coming.

The moment the younger man would shatter was just on the horizon. It was clear to Claudio that his work was getting to Yuta, so he worked Mox's mouth more, pulling hefty noises from their sub and closing his hand harder so Mox would tighten up.

"That's it, fuck! That's it!" Yuta called out as he slammed one last time all the way into Mox.

Come spilled into Mox as he moaned, exhausted and loud. Much like Mox, it was pure heaven for Yuta as he felt his warm fluid coat the insides hugging him tightly. It felt so good Yuta had to keep thrusting into the gushy mess. Wave after wave crashed over Yuta, never-ending sparks dancing up his spine. Everything felt incredible for a long moment, but Yuta thought he deserved more.

Yuta collapsed onto Mox's chest. Both arms slid up Mox's sides as Yuta's forehead met Mox's chest. His arms easily hooked over Mox's shoulders to get leverage for the still reckless thrusts Yuta delivered. In one last burst of energy Mox managed to wrap his legs over Yuta's hips and lock his legs by crossing his ankles.

"Still want more, huh?" Yuta grunted against the skill he rested on.

"S-Stops when you say." Mox mumbled, his tone showing he had clearly given up.

"Goddamn right." Yuta grunted as he chased for more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Mox whined as Yuta used his body in punishment.

"C-Claudio?" Yuta stammered out, one hand groping for his referee.

"I'm right here." Claudio shifted up onto his knees and took Yuta's hand.

"Need--" Yuta squeezed the Swiss man's hand. "Wan-want you. More--"

"Is it my lucky night, sternli?" Claudio chuckled as he moved around Yuta to settle behind him, a perfect view of Yuta's ass.

"You deserve it." Yuta groaned. "And I wanna make more of a mess."

"You want to make Jon more of a mess." Claudio placed his hands on Yuta's ass, kneading and groping him.

"Claudio." Yuta pushed back against the hands fondling his ass.

"Yuta." Mox moaned as the other nearly slipped out.

"Fuck," Yuta pushed into Mox again with a heavy shudder. "God damn it."

"Stay still, Wheeler." Claudio commented as he started to move off the bed to grab what he needed from the moved bedside table Yuta had used earlier. "Here--"

Before climbing back onto the bed, Claudio unlocked Mox's cuffs from the corners. Mox's arms fell limp onto the mattress. There was a growl from Yuta when his charge was set free, but Claudio quickly shushed that as his nimble fingers clipped Mox's cuffs together. Mox moved his arms down and dropped them over Yuta's neck, pulling him closer. Yuta turned his head in to meet in a harsh lip lock with his sub, pushing Mox down into the bed.

"Oh, fuck!" Yuta broke the kiss to moan as Claudio's lubed fingers circled his hole. "Fuck being a tease tonight, C."

"Still ever the dom, Wheeler." Claudio kissed the tense muscles along Yuta's back.

"And?" Yuta demanded, throwing a look over his shoulder. His eyes blazing with the taunt to Claudio to challenge him. Simply being bent over didn’t mean Yuta still couldn’t dom his boys.

"It's sexy." Claudio leaned forward to kiss the corner of Yuta's downturned mouth as he slid in a finger. "Love it when you tell me what to do."

"Ah." Yuta's eyes slid closed as he arched his back. "That's why you're mine." The growl came out of the smaller man, much louder and meaner than he meant but Claudio's cheeks turned rosy so Yuta ran with it. "Only use for you is getting that big dick inside me."

“Yes, Sir.” Claudio may have been trying to tease but the breathlessness in his two words told Yuta he knew it was true.

There were some words spoken in another language but Yuta was pretty sure that Claudio was cursing, mesmerized by Yuta's dirty talk. The toy Yuta used earlier on Mox was pressed against Yuta’s hole and eased in. There was a skill to it that Claudio possessed that made being stretched open the most pleasurable, erotic experience possible. The toy reached home making Yuta let out a few curses before turning his face into Mox’s neck, his lips and teeth finding skin to damage. The toy worked Yuta open in the most tantalizing way. Yuta could feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside of Mox’s warmth.

The pleasure radiating off Yuta was that of a deserving God. As if Mox and Claudio owed him this worship. Yuta wanted to come again, and maybe more, and his boys owed him that. The toy had yet to be turned on, but Claudio was expertly fucking Yuta. Soft moans started to build in his chest as he rocked into Mox while Claudio fucked him.

"Ah, that’s it.” Yuta pushed up a little so that he wouldn’t be muffled. “My personal dildo and cock warmer." Yuta grunted, his head moving so they could hear. Mox's arms tightened. "My personal sex toys."

"Wheeler," Mox moaned, his hips rolling.

“We have a nine hour drive tomorrow.” Yuta growled against Mox’s cheek. “Going to have you in the backseat.” His words came out huskier now. “Keep you on my dick the entire time.”

“Ohh.” Mox’s body shuddered at the threat.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, slut?” Yuta laced the words with a little condescension. “Forced to keep my cock warm. Well, maybe not forced.”

“Yes.” Mox hissed. “Please, please.”

“You don’t have to beg, slut.” Yuta tried to laugh but couldn’t get the air to do it. “It’s going to happen.”

Before either man could respond the toy was turned on. Yuta cried out and pushed into Mox as deep as possible. The vibrations passed through Yuta to ghost through Mox. Little whimpers escaped the sub as Yuta shallowly fucked into him. It felt like Claudio sent Yuta straight to the moon. Something massive and hard was pressed into Yuta’s hip as the toy eased out about half and then thrust back in.

“Oh, fuck. Your dick is going to feel so good, Claudio.” Yuta reached back with one hand to grip Claudio’s hip.

“Hm. You’re going to feel good wrapped around it.” Claudio kissed trails down Yuta’s damaged back. “For now, I’m content watching you take this toy.”

“Yeah. Fuck me, baby.” Yuta got himself up, bracing on either side of Mox’s head with his hands.

The invitation was met by Claudio. He pulled the toy out, added more lube, and pushed it back in. He continued that, forcing Yuta to relax and enjoy what was happening. There weren’t any words Yuta could form so he attacked Mox’s mouth. Violently, lips clashed with lips and hips met hips as Yuta and Mox tangled together in pleasure. Claudio’s hardon rocking against Yuta’s hip had Yuta’s dick aching, and the feeling of Mox’s wet, sloppy hole tensed tightly around him sent Yuta into the best kind of overstimulation.

To Yuta it felt like a progress bar quickly loading. Everything kept adding up and adding up until it was too much. It was a glorious feeling. Yuta could hear the whines and whimpers forming desperate words as Mox felt Yuta come deep inside him again. Passively accepting his role in Yuta’s world as his personal cumdump. Behind him was Claudio, speaking heavily about how much Yuta deserved to let go, how good and tough he was; all the while Claudio rutted against his hip. It was perfectly consuming.

“Easy, easy.” Claudio pulled the toy out with one hand while the other gently stroked the jut of Yuta’s hip.

“Fuck.” Yuta moaned as the toy slid out, the obscene sound of lube following that had everyone groaning. “That was so fucking good.”

“Your hole…” Claudio trailed off, mesmerized by Yuta’s ass.

“Feels good.” Mox mumbled, totally out of it except for feeling the multiple loads of come and lube inside him. Yuta was still nestled firmly inside, small thrusts and the cock ring helping to keep him hard. “Good. Fuck. So good.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking whore.” Yuta growled, giving a harsh thrust of his hips to both of their overstimulated bodies. “Feels good because you’re a cock slut, right? Say it, Mox.” One of Yuta’s hands came up to wrap around his sub’s throat, thumb already applying pressure.

“I’m--” Mox groaned, his eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned back to allow Yuta more room. “I’m a fucking cock slut!”

“That’s fucking right.” Yuta felt like he was zooming, his body prickling with pain and pleasure. “Whose cock slut are you, Mox?”

“Yours!” Mox called out, his already hard voice rubbed rougher from all the noise he had been making. “I’m a cock slut and I belong to you and Bryan.”

“Good boy.” Yuta leaned down to kiss Mox.

Claudio’s large hands had been kneading at the meat, what little there was, of Yuta’s backside. It was like he was in a trance, his cock still hard and aching against the beautifully bruised thigh. Without much thought, since Claudio was pretty far gone, he slid two fingers deep into his Dom. Yuta’s shout was swallowed by Mox, who realized what was happening and started devouring Yuta’s mouth as Claudio fingered him.

More lube and another finger. Skilled strokes inside of Yuta like Claudio was playing his favorite instrument. One of Yuta’s knees forced Mox’s leg up more so he could scoot up and show more of his ass. They all were on cloud nine–even Mox, who was holding up 190 pounds of pro wrestler and had a spent dick by now. Through all the fog and haze of dom space, Yuta realized they all needed this after the loss they had. Not just because Mox had tapped for Yuta, but because they needed to be close again. In that moment of clarity, Yuta yearned for Bryan. Not so that he would be in charge or do all the leg work, but because they weren’t complete without him. And this was as whole as they could get right now.

“Sternli, please?” Claudio was completely out of breath and desperate. “Please, I need--”

“Shhh.” Yuta broke away from Mox and pushed himself up again, his eyes looking over his shoulder at Claudio. “You’re allowed to fuck me now, Claudio. Take what you need, baby.”

Relief was clear on the Swiss man’s face as he moved over to center himself behind Yuta. With four fingers of one hand gently stretching Yuta out to accommodate him, Claudio’s other hand grabbed the lube and dripped a generous amount onto his throbbing cock. The fingers left, Yuta growled at the loss but it quickly faded into a moan when the thick, blunt head of Claudio pressed against his hole.

Like with most things, Yuta was always a champ about taking Claudio. The tip popped in with some force, causing a shared moan from both men. For a moment Claudio let them both adjust before easing in more. Even though Yuta was in fact a size queen, and used to taking Claudio, it wasn’t a process that could be rushed. One of Claudio’s arms wrapped around Yuta’s hips. The slow, tight glide was one of Yuta’s favorite things as Claudio made himself at home in Yuta’s hole. The burn was more intense the deeper Yuta was impaled.

The added bonus of Mox quaking around him had Yuta so far gone he didn’t know what to do with himself. Pushing off of Mox’s chest, Yuta hoisted himself up, one arm going over his shoulder to grab onto Claudio. Yuta’s back met Claudio’s front, and the hand wrapped around the back of the larger man’s neck making his chin sit on Yuta’s shoulder. The movement pushed Claudio deeper; they both groaned and Yuta arched his back.

“Don’t you,” Yuta was panting hard, his body heating up again and causing sweat to pour off of him. Bangs plastered to his forehead. “Don’t you dare--” Yuta started over, growling the words at the man fucking him. “--come inside me.”

“Y-Yes, Sir.” Claudio confirmed, though confused. Normally Yuta wanted to feel Claudio come.

“You have to ask permission.” Yuta skipped over Claudio’s confusion. “Now get that cock all the way inside me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Claudio groaned, his head moving to be tucked against Yuta’s neck with his forehead on the smaller man’s shoulder. Both of Claudio’s arms were wound around Yuta to hold him up. “Anything for you, Sternli.”

“Good boy.” Yuta smiled lazily, turning to kiss Claudio’s temple. “As for you--” Yuta turned his attention back to Mox, his hand coming out of nowhere to smack Mox across the face. “You didn’t think I forgot about my favorite hole, did you?” Another smack.

“N-No.” Mox blinked hard a few times. His eyes were vacant and Yuta got a kick out of being the one to create that look.

“Does it feel good to still have my cock in you, Mox?” Yuta rubbed the reddened cheek just above Mox’s beard as the cuffed man nodded. “Say it then.”

“It feels fucking good to still have your cock in me.” Mox’s eyes fluttered a little as he rolled his hips.

“You should be grateful to even have my dick after what you did tonight.” Yuta scowled as he slapped the other man again. “Fuck, Claudio, that feels good.” The soft shallow thrusts sent waves of pleasure over him.

“I am grateful.” Mox moaned as Claudio’s thrusting started to transfer to him. “Grateful for your cock, Yuta.” Now that Mox’s hands weren’t cuffed down he brought them cuffed together to Yuta’s throat where the bruises from Hangman’s chain decorated his Dom. “Grateful for your come. Grateful for you.”

“You’re grateful I still let you be my greedy bitch.” Yuta’s voice got darker. Comforting hands squeezed him as Claudio slowly fucked him. “Grateful for my spit too.”

Instead of repeating the words Mox opened his mouth like an offering to his God. That made Yuta’s head spin. The hands holding him up loosened some as Yuta leaned down. One of his hands gripped Mox’s chin while he spat into the offered mouth. Mox swallowed without hesitation so Yuta did it again.

“Fuck.” Claudio cursed over Yuta’s shoulders, his thrusts going deeper and his pace speeding up. The sight alone got him going and Yuta felt too good around him to hold back that much.

“That’s it, C. Fuck me.” Yuta growled. He reached out to grab Mox’s cuffed hands and brought them over his head. The links between the cuffs were held down by Yuta’s hand as he braced himself on the bed. “You’ve been good, Moxie. Maybe you deserve a reward.”

“Reward?” Mox moaned, his body being shook by the harder work of Claudio.

“Yeah. A reward…” Yuta trailed off, his body leaning a little to one side so he could reach between them and take Mox’s soft, aching cock in hand.

“Wheeler.” Mox whined as his eyes slammed shut. The light grip alone was enough to send quakes through him. “Fuck, oh fuck. Please?”

“Please what? I bet you don’t even know.” Yuta teased the head of Mox’s cock. “You wanna come again for me, Moxie?” Yuta grinned as Mox shook his head quickly. “Does it matter what you want?”

“No.” Mox groaned and kept shaking his head.

“Good boy.” Yuta reached out to fondle Mox’s sore balls, making him gasp and twitch.

“You know who does deserve to come again?” Claudio asked, his head still resting on Yuta’s shoulder as he fucked into the smaller man.

“Who?” Yuta asked back as he gave a light tug on Mox.

“You.” Claudio started kissing Yuta's neck.

"You're right." Yuta was glowing. Both of these men were working to bring Yuta pleasure and that went straight to his head. "Make me come then."

"I will, Sir." Claudio grunted, taking the challenge seriously as he bent Yuta over more to get a better angle.

"Oh, fuck!" Yuta moaned loudly and had to drop onto his elbow. The other hand was still torturing Mox's balls.

"Wheeler." Mox whined, shaking his head. "Can't--" Mox let out a horse shout when Yuta tugged harder. "Need--?" It was hard for him to gather his words.

"Fuck do you need, slut? You're getting what you deserve." Yuta said through gritted teeth as Claudio sped up.

"Gag?" Mox finally got the word out, his body twitching and jerking at the attention he was getting.

"Ah." Yuta mumbled. "Of course." He grabbed the blindfold that was just a bandana and stuffed that into Mox’s mouth, making him gag a little. "Better?"

"Ymm." Mox nodded as he bit down on the cloth.

"Good. 'Cause I don't want to ruin the neighbors’ night doing this-" Yuta gave a cruel squeeze to Mox's balls, making him scream. Luckily it was muffled. "Fuck yeah. Love that." The tensed, pained muscles gripping Yuta made him feel lightheaded.

"Feels so good." Claudio moaned. "Him tensing up makes you tighter, Wheeler."

"Feels fucking great." Yuta closed his eyes as he felt himself succumb to the feeling of being sandwiched between both of them. "This is where you both belong."

"Fuck." Claudio shook his head, his hands gripping Yuta's hips harder.

"Mhm." Mox made some sort of sound but nothing got through so he bucked his hips.

"Ha. He wants more, C." Yuta let his hand return to Mox's shaft and give that a good squeeze.

Everyone moaned together when Mox cried out and thrashed under them. The tight heat pawing at Yuta's sanity intensified and Claudio took that moment to start thrusting harder. Yuta felt the shift of Claudio putting one foot on the bed to fuck him better. His large cock hit Yuta just right deep inside. With the edge fast approaching, Yuta released Mox's cock and gave it a few good slaps. The gag kept all of Mox's noises down but it drove Yuta crazy. The reactions he was getting made him want to stay right here forever.

The tension bled out of Mox. He relaxed and went limp on the bed. Yuta gathered his breath and shifted his hips so Claudio could get more out of him. It was too close to ending and Yuta wasn't ready so he gave himself and Mox a moment to rest. A little denial for Claudio since Yuta knew he liked to work for it. One large arm wrapped around Yuta’s middle.

“You are such a tease.” Claudio groaned in his ear, breathless and helpless to Yuta’s control over their joint pleasure. “Bring it home, sternli.”

“If you insist.” Yuta sighed but took the signal. There was no telling what time it was at this point. “You ready to finish this off, big guy?” Yuta grinned at the whine his sub made around the gag.

Yuta’s firm hand wrapped around Mox’s cock again, he could feel Mox trying to get hard again. The jumps and twitches against his palm made Yuta moan. His hips started rolling, eyes closing as he let him go and tried to focus on the moment. Feeling everything both men had to give him after he gave so much for them.

Mox bucked up against Yuta again, trying to beg for more without words. It would be funny if Yuta wasn’t so turned on. His hand gave one final, mean jerk of Mox’s cock before reaching down to palm his balls. The tired eyes looking up at Yuta were pleading for more, and as far as Yuta was concerned it was his job to give more. So he started to grip Mox’s sorest area and give his sac a rough twist.

It worked like magic and Yuta felt everything start to topple over. His body started to shudder as Mox arched off the bed and cried into his arm. Yuta was barely even able to fuck into Mox with how tight he tensed up, and Claudio knew exactly when to start heading for home. His thrusts rocked Yuta to his core. Hard, long, deep assaults on Yuta’s hole; his only mission was to get Yuta off.

“Fuck! That’s--” Yuta choked on his own words as he came deep inside Mox. Again.

It felt never-ending. Little tugs made Mox convulse and milk Yuta’s cock in a way that made his orgasm stretch out at Mox’s expense. Through the haze of it, Yuta could see Mox’s cock trying so hard to come again. Finally, as Yuta came down from the high, he let go of Mox’s balls and slumped forward onto him with a huge sigh. Claudio pushed deep into Yuta’s warm hole and held the base of his cock, trying to push off his orgasm and wait for permission.

“Please?” Claudio finally broke, his voice had a tremor through it. “Wheeler, I can’t--”

“Shh. Claudio, easy. I haven’t forgotten.” Yuta knew he was taking a little too long to be fair so he pushed himself up and finally pulled out of Mox’s sloppy hole. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah…” Claudio mumbled in agreement as he watched.

“You want that, right?” Yuta smirked at the look on Claudio’s face.

“I do.” Claudio looked so close to breaking.

“Finish inside him.” Yuta shifted and started to pull away.

Both of them groaned at the loss but Claudio was quick. Maybe Mox had shut off or just hadn’t heard, but he jumped when Claudio’s huge hands grabbed his hips without much thought to the bruises and injuries. Quickly, Claudio had Mox’s shoulders down on the bed, holding Mox’s hips as he pushed all the way inside. It was partially a high stack, and Yuta didn’t miss that. Claudio was pinning Mox. Asserting himself over the other. If Yuta hadn’t just had an earth shattering orgasm he would have gotten hard again.

“Fuck!” Claudio grunted as he worked himself in and out with ease. “You know how to tighten up, Jon.”

“Just slap his balls.” Yuta teased but Claudio did just that.

“Ah!” Mox cried out, his back arching but he couldn’t move as Claudio pinning him.

“Better.” Claudio moaned, letting his head fall back and enjoying himself.

Mox whimpered at another few smacks. The feeling had Claudio’s hips stuttering and snapping hard. He was so close. Yuta leaned up quickly to kiss him. Both of Yuta’s hands grabbed Claudio by the neck, much like he would in the ring, and directed the Swiss man into a hard kiss. While Yuta swept Claudio’s mouth he must have smacked Mox again because the sub thrashed under them and Claudio moaned loudly against his mouth before breaking off to breathe.

Claudio was beautiful when he came–no less than he usually was. The light flush of his cheeks and chest, the battle wounds and scars, the tensed muscles. Yuta watched as the larger man kept giving Mox shaky, shallow thrusts as he came down from his own high.

“You look so hot.” Yuta grinned, leaning forward to kiss him again but softer. “Pull out. I wanna see what he looks like.”

“Shit, Wheeler.” Claudio laughed as he slowly eased out. “You’re still going?”

“Kinda.” Yuta grinned back at the Swiss man. “Look. How can you not when he looks like that?”

“...You’re right.” Claudio moaned as he watched Mox’s gaping hole. “Here.” He reached down to take the gag out. “Color?”

“Green.” Mox mumbled like he didn’t even care that they were admiring his ass like this.

“He’s just as bad as you.” Claudio teased as he watched Yuta gather the come and lube around Mox’s hole and push it back in.

“Fuck…” Mox let out a low moan. “God damn.”

“Like that?” Yuta chuckled. “Hang on. There’s someone else who’d like to see this.” Yuta stretched over to reach his phone on the bedside table and pulled the camera out.

“Bry?” Mox lit up a little.

“Yeah. For Bry.” Yuta held his phone up and without even having to ask, Claudio reached out to hold Mox’s cheeks open so he could get a clear view.

“Fuck you guys.” Mox grunted but there was no real threat. “When’d I ‘come a porn star?”

“You could have done well as a porn star if wrestling hadn’t worked out.” Claudio gave the bruised ass under his hand a hard smack.

“You’re our porn star, big guy.” Yuta shifted back. “You wanna see if we can get Bryan to call us?” Mox’s eyes shot open and he nodded quickly. “Alright. Claudio, push everything back in again, like I did. Really sell it for the camera, Moxie.”

“You got it.” Claudio made sure Yuta was recording.

The video started as Claudio circled Mox’s twitching hole, gathering the fluids that had leaked up. His fingers ran over the puffy rim making Mox gasp and jerk against Claudio’s grip. After a few seconds of teasing Claudio pushed two of his large fingers into Mox.

“Bry.” Mox moaned loudly, making a show of it and arching as Claudio finger fucked him a little. That little whining undertone that everyone knew Mox used to drive Bryan crazy. “Fuck, Bry.”

Yuta cut the video and sat back on his heels, having to take a moment to breathe. Mox could play dirty and he knew how to play the filthy devotion between the two of them well. It was always hot to watch, but to see Mox really play it up made Yuta want to go again. Instead he sent a few photos and then the video with the caption “it’s done (except your part).”

The best part to Yuta was that in a few minutes they’d all be in the bathroom, taking showers and cleaning up, which meant they’d miss Bryan’s horny call. Yuta figured he owed a little fun to Bryan, too. Maybe he would follow through on the threat to make Mox his cock warmer for the entire trip home and drive Bryan a little crazy with that.

“You ready, sternli?” Claudio asked as he finally let Mox lie flat on the bed and started working off his cuffs.

“Yeah. Let’s get cleaned up. Hey,” Yuta leaned over Mox.

“What?” Mox grumbled but was clearly on cloud nine.

“You did good, Mox.” Yuta sealed the statement with a sweet kiss.

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