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commission 3/4 for @coleskingdom

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 WILL OSPERAY MASTERLIST 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — when threats of violence against your girls hightens, you have no choice but to recruit will and his gang for protection

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], mentions of sexual violence, mentions of injury, alchohol, gangs, daddy kink, submissive x dominant, dom!will, sub!reader, praise, hair pulling, dirty talking, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, oral sex [ male recieving ] male + female orgasms, groping, vaginal creampie, internal cumshot

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 5.6k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x will ospreay

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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his tired eyes roamed the bustling london streets, still so full during the midnight hours, drunks getting their fill of cheap irish whiskey, slumped against desolate brick and rusted metal of a war torn city, steam and smoke billowing around their almost lifeless bodies from the factories and mills of the surrounding streets. whores nestled in alleyways, presenting themselves on street corners, naked, flaunting their bodies for him and his men, hoping they’d throw a couple of pounds their way for a good night’s fun. one whore in particular almost threw herself atop of his larger lackey, davis, running a manicured finger down the opening of his shirt, tracing shapes into the dirty blond almost light brunette tufts chest hair, beckoning him to bed her. he refuted by grabbing the back of her head, his large palm caressing the blonde, boyish bob of her scalp as he pulled her in for a sloppy, half-drunken kiss before stumbling to catch up to his other members.

the piss coloured lighting from residentials, reflecting a murky green in will’s natural gunmetal blues, would flicker off in haste. the silhouettes of mothers frantically rushing to put their children to bed, husband’s standing idle at the window, just barely peeking behind the sheer curtains, eying him down with a weary glare. after the war, one thing remained certain, he was still the most feared man this side of the thames. eyes would watch him cautiously, fearful and uncertain of his next move, a simple glance from him would send children scurrying back to their mother’s arms, and grown men to divert their attention to their shoes.

will straighten his cap, shielding his eyes from any onlookers, tightening his coat around the toned build of his figure, more for anonymity rather than comfort. the moon casted a heavy shadow upon him and his lackeys, them looking more like apparitions of evil over human beings. davis and kyle trailing behind in a joyous saunter, in a conversation amongst themselves. will remained silent, taking in the dull drone of the london cityscape he’d oddly missed so much while away. it was no serine french countryside, lined with vineyards and lush greenery he’d see in glimpses between fighting in bloodsoaked trenches. but there was comfort to it. it was home. the war changed will something fierce, he’s always been one so stoic, calloused, outright ruthless, but the things he’d seen, men torn limb from limb, their bodies blown from the trenches in chunks of meat and blood spray, bone and viscera. painful cries parted their lips, agonised screams ripped their vocal chords. grown men, respected soldiers desperately clinging to overworked nurses, cowering into these women, calling out to them as if they were their own mothers. he could still hear said screams at night, the pounding against the walls, although just in his mind sounded startlingly realistic, keeping him awake more nights than not.

he fiddled with the switchblade buried deep in his coat pocket, the metal cold against his calloused fingertips, hushing davis and kyle behind him as the velvety red lighting of the drunken angel’s tavern came into view. the exterior nestled in a side street, behind faded red brick and rotted tumbler slabs. it was a quaint little hotel will would frequent before the war, even less now since his business ventures forced him out of the city for months at a time.

“you think skye’s working tonight?” kyle, the youngest of their trio beamed at the recipient of his affections. blue eyes glimmering with hope, the act earning him a small shove from davis. the hotel was known to offer more…intimate services let’s just say.

“god kid, you're still head over heels for that girl?” davis quipped, a hearty chuckle leaving his lips. “you know she’s a whore right?”

“she loves me, she said so.” kyle frowned, annoyed at the mocking tone leaving the lips of his comrade, burying his slender figure into the warm cotton of his overcoat, as if to shield himself from the embarrassment, cheeks flushed red despite the meek august breeze.

will paused, coming to a halt in front of the hotel. a thunderous thud at his feet, a drunkard lay at half unconscious, blood and spit spraying onto the tips of will’s freshly polished oxfords. the red leaving an almost indelible stain against the shiny black, he’d surely have to get them re-done now. will peered up through sunken eyes, fixating on you, the madame of this refined establishment, wiping the dirt and grime from your hands, evidently being the one to knock the poor drunk on his ass.

“go home to your wife, john”. you spoke with a sombre yet annoyed tone in your voice, wiping the ruby red lipstick that had smeared down your chin. john, the aforementioned drunk, tugged at will’s dress pants in a feeble attempt to pull himself up, a bruised eyes and bloody nose, still oozing with fresh crimson met will’s gaze, putting two and two together to conclude the situation. john hobbled to his feet, eyes widening upon being face to face with london’s most feared, scurried away with a terrified gasp, nursing the possible broken nose you’d given him.

you flattened the skirt of your dress, assessing yourself in hopes that you were still modestly presentable for such revered gests. pearls still knotted in a matted mess around your neck, your hair in shambles as you tried to tidy yourself. you gave a soft, relieved sigh upon noticing the trio.

“ah, you boys are back! come in, come in!” you spoke in a rather chipper tone despite the rather odd circumstances that predecessor it. kyle and davis were quick to scoot by, offering a subtle nod in greeting each. will was quick, in your attempt to turn around, he grabbed your wrist tightly, his entire palm encapsulating the bone.

“and here i was thinking you’d retired from that line of work”, he spoke in hushed whispers, eyes flickering about the entryway for any suspicious stares. “i don’t think daddy up there would be too pleased knowing his daughter is still whoring herself out, and in his pub no less”

will pointed to the heavens with a smirk. the line of work he was suggesting left you offended, retorting with a scoff.

“says the one who’d require my services every sunday?’ the sarcastic quip on your part made will release his grip on your wrist.

“and besides, i have put that work behind me”. you cleared your throat. “although old johnny out there didn’t seem to take the hint”

“you want me to deal with him?” will’s voice still spoke softly, the whispers evidently close to your ear

“no. don’t worry, he's harmless. now come in, why don’t you. tell me how bermingham was”

your pre-established relationship with will was…complicated to say the least. always being present in each other’s lives, sexually for the most part, despite mutual romantic feelings, none were allowed to pan out quite so. him being groomed for military service, along with the strong underworld connections that had a choke of his family. as for yourself. you were a whore, as was your late mother before you. will would often visit the establishment you were working at during the late hours, engaging in moments of passion that would rival the most romantic of novels or the daringest of plays.

will followed you inside cautiously, eyes peering around the drunken angel’s dimly lit interior, in case another drunkard was to start something. he was instantly greeted with a swell of lively jazz and swing, brass and woodwind blaring, the joyful shrills of your girls and patrons alike. it was quite deafening for will to say the least, he had not heard such a ruckus since he got back from bermingham, even more so from france. he took note of your working girls, sitting atop men twice their age, who’s grubby hands groped and prodded their feminine flesh. their hungry eyes leering with ravenous intent, one akin to a predator hunting their prey, luring them into their inevitable demise. the entire interior bathed in the same velvety red that bled through the sheer cashmere curtains to the bleak london side streets, making the occupants inside look bloodsoaked by comparison. it was a rather lively sight, bodies squished against bodies, the scent of malt whisky and freshly cut tobacco from the most expensive cigars you could afford, for his standards at least they were still rather cheap. the stench caught in his throat, smoke watered his eyes as a puff was blown unintentionally in his direction. he figured he’d become just another body within the crowd if it weren't for your guiding hand leading him towards the bar.

“whiskey?” you offered, setting three glasses down on the table for him and his companions. will responded with a soft nod of his head, as silent as a mouse. davis already drunk on lust, eyelids fluttered shut, soft moans escaping the australian’s burly chest as one of your girls sat perched upon his lap, scantily clad, hips grinding against his own in a flurry of intoxicated passion. kyle on the other hand sat nervously beside his leader, giving a small nod in acknowledgement upon you pouring him the finest whiskey you owned. the youngest took a hastily gulp, as if it were to help calm his nerves. his eyes scanned around, searching, flickering from the dance floor, to the staircase, back to the bar, then the staircase again.

“skye’s upstairs, love.” you remarked, having previously recognised kyle’s almost puppy-like infatuation with your best working girl. “want me to go get her for you?”

“i’ll wait” he responded meekly with a sheepish smile, taking another small sip of his drink, feeling the malty liquid mingle with his taste buds.

“kid thinks he’s gonna marry her one day. he keeps saying it,” davis heckled between sloppy kisses, his large palms groping the full hips of the woman atop his lap. kyle avoided your gaze, instead letting his eyes fall to the amber liquid, halfway finished in his glass.

“i don’t see why not. skye’s a good girl.” you responded, throwing your bar rag across your shoulder after freshly drying used glasses. “and kyle…”

kyle’s eyes perked up at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

“the infatuation is very much reciprocated”

your eyes flickered to will for a moment, faltering to his hand which stirred whatever remnants of whiskey left in his glass before downing the rest of it. turning back to kyle, his canines bared as he smiled, a sine of pure joy across his lips. the youngest in their trio had been enamoured with skye since the day she started working for you, skye herself even confided in you about her attraction to the young gangster.

“anyway boys, how was your trip?” you questioned pouring will and kyle another glass. davis was far too occupied to even touch his first glass. your question is directed at will obviously, although kyle would be the one to answer.

“it was fine…” he responded quietly before will interrupted.

“i don’t wanna talk about it.” there was an unusual malice to will’s voice that your ears were not used to hearing. then again, will has never needed to use such a tone with you.

“i see…” you hummed rather meekly, your response calm and collected, a far cry from the agitated tone of will’s voice as he skulled down the remainder of his second glass, feeling the burn of the amber liquid slide down his throat. sliding your a couple of pounds for the drinks, those of which you hastily pushed back towards him. will remained silent, avoiding your gaze, accepting the pounds back. his mere presence after said trip was enough compensation to quell your thoughts. his eyes darling across the bar, silently reading the labels as a form of distraction, more from his own mind than your incessant questions.

you placed the bar rag, previously across your shoulder into the hamper beneath the till, silently reminding yourself to send skye down to the river in the morning for the laundry rounds.

speaking of the brunette, you caught her figure atop the staircase, stuffing the few pounds into the blouse of her dress that her recent client offered for her services. her eyes slightly glossy, red and swollen, full cheeks stained with dry tears and the undeniable swell and faint discoloration of formative bruising of fingers around her throat. your heart sank into your gut, it came with the territory, you skye and the rest of the girls knew that. she made eye contact with you offering a small smile, guiding herself down the stairs with slow, calculated steps, eventually joining the small gathering of you five, now four since davis had retired to the more secluded areas for the tavern’s rear, working girl in hand.

“everything alright, darling?” you questioned, her solemn expression noted, quickly diverging to the chipper skye you’re so used to. she joined kyle, the two conjoined at the hip at this point, the blue eyed boy shot a concerned look between the two of you.

“everything is fine, ma’am” it wasn’t you sure as hell knew that.

“take the rest of the night off hun. get some rest” you handed her a small envelope with the rest of her payment for the week, tips she made from tending the bar while you were out. “kyle, would you take her home please?”

the blond nodded softly at your request while skye had left to grab her coat from the back room.

“please watch over her tonight,” kyle’s eyebrows furrowed at the second half of your request.

“tell me who it was” the soft, puppy eyes soon darkened, reminiscent of a ravenous wolf. “you better fucking tell me or else-”

“listen here. do as i ask. she’s already gone through enough tonight, i don’t need you blowing a fuse and shooting up the joint” you reprimanded the blond, for if you were to tell, he would do exactly that. will’s eyes shuffled between the pair of you, silently observing the situation. kyle huffed, pulling skye close as she returned, coat in hand. she clung to his arm, holding on for what seemed like dear life as the two left.

only yourself and will left. his pupils searching for yours, only left with you gazing at the floor through half shut lids and fluttering eyelashes. your temples burned with the beginning of a headache slowly forming, taking a bottle of rum from the shelf and pouring yourself a hefty glass, downing it just as quickly as it left the bottle as if it would soothe the ache.

“can we speak? in private?” you gasped, the burn of the rum still present in your voice, the subtle croak of anguish and pleading just noticeable for will to catch on. he gave a small nod, he’d barely said a word since arriving, in a way it worried you, then again, will was never a talkative man. he followed you back behind the bar, a small entry was off to the right leading straight to your office.

it was different than he last remembered. the walls faded from a vibrant emerald green to that of sage, floral decals of the wallpaper, scratched and peeling, reminiscent of rotting roses rather than blooming ones. paint chips flaking from the windows, sprinkled across the window seals, like the asbestos that lined the walls. the room hadn’t been furnished in a while. the same desk that had been sitting there since you opened the joint, books stacked haphazardly under one of the legs for support after it had broken the last time. paperwork scattered across it, scribbles of administrations, finance and other business necessities written in fading, dried out ink. you’d placed a small single bed in the corner of the room, most nights you don’t even return home, far too busy drowning in paperwork, in desperate need to keep your business afloat.

you sat atop the bed, head in your hands, letting out a heavy sigh. patting the space beside you on the dusty pink bed spread, offering him a seat, one of which he was far too eager to accept. the two of you sat in silence for a moment, although this one seemed like forever.

“i’m struggling here will” you confessed, clearing your throat as your eyes, teary and red, peered at to meet his cool blues. will, remained stoic, expression never changing, battle hardened and almost soulless. it was the price he had to pay for his line of work. he said nothing, simply scooting over on the bed, offering a gentle hand on your thigh and a shoulder to rest your head on.

“tell me” he spoke after some time of silence, not caring that your tears stained the white cotton of his shirt, small pools of grey forming in the fabric. you’d missed this, missed his comfort, missed his touch. the war had left him with an inability to connect emotionally, the trauma he faced, the deaths he saw, the loss of friends, brothers, blood or not, made him believe he was destined for an eternity of loneliness.

you straightened up, sniffling the remnants of your tears away.

“i need protection. for my girls.” you began, throat running dry with anguish. will had offered his men for protection previously when you first reopened your establishment, although you declined. you’ve seen and dealt with enough shit that you’d manage just fine.

“and what do i get out of it” he hummed with a disgruntled sigh, not on your part whatsoever. he was surely to run out of men to those hiring them out all the time.

“you get forty percent of my monthly earnings-”

“i don’t want your money…” will let out a hefty grunt, smoothing down the scruff of his beard.

“then what do you want?”

“just tell me when them bastards are and i’ll deal with it”

you remained quiet for a moment, wanting to seek comfort in will’s words but the stubborn bastard would not let you past the gate.

“them bullet club boys…”. you responded after a brief moment. your voice grew meek and sheltered. in will’s absence, said gang took it upon themselves to wreak havock on the majority of the whorehouses and pubs in the county, them girls were nothing more than toys for them to play with, discard when they proved no use to them anymore.

“we were like sitting ducks…and god…well, you saw skye did not?”

he did. he saw the bruising and the welts, the fear in her eyes, not just hers but the other girls too. his jaw clenched tightly, almost until the point of the maw peaked out from beneath the skin. his gaze hardening to an undeniable scowl.

“not to mention they’ve been raiding our liquor supplies, we’re losing more money than ever-”

“that’s why the fuckin’ bastard told me to come alone.”

“who?” you questioned

“jay fuckin’ white”

you’ve heard of the infamous jay white and his bullet club. how he was one of the most revered mercenaries this great country has ever come across. been putting bullets in politicians' heads since before the war, you've heard, whether they deserved it or not. will briefly mentioned him the night before he left for his aforementioned trip, although he did not confide in you with the details or his reasoning for leaving on such short notice.

“it was a fuckin’ set up. that prick must have found out about the dodgy guns we sold em…” will was muttering in nonsensical phrases to himself, so deep in thought and frustration

you pulled away from will slightly, jaw tensing in your own right.

“so you mean to tell me my girls are getting abused because of your shoddy business practices?!” your fists balled at your sides, shoving him angrily, although it barely put a dent in his stance. he just stood there and took

“it wasn’t supposed to happen this way-”

“well it did. do you know how much it hurts hearing those girls say how scared they are to come into work because they don’t know if their going to get assaulted or fucking killed?!” your voice cracked through screams.

“i know! i will fix it-”

“how? tell me how you’re going to weasel your way out of this one, will?”

the both of you stood at opposite ends, despite the cramped space of your office you'd never felt so apart. will let out a heavy sigh, the blues of his eyes dulled grey with regret. he took his seat on the bed again, just as you did to him previously.

“look …i’ll send the best men i got to protect your girls…but…” he paused, a thick gulp rising in his throat, eyes searching around in contemplation. “i can’t promise something like this won't happen again. when white wants something, he won’t stop until he has it”

“what could he possibly want here? besides a fuck and a drink?” your comment seemed jovial on the surface. but the prospect made your blood boil, your business was sinking and your girls tormented all because will couldn’t play clean. will was silent for a moment, lips pursed and brows furrowed, chewing the inside of his cheek in hope it would distract him from the regret lingering in his mind.

“revenge .” he simply stated. “white knows you're…a weakness of mine”

will’s hand fell to your thigh. not in a suggestive manner that you were used to with former clientele. it was gentle. protective. dare you say…attentive, loving almost. your skin tingled mildly at the sensation, having not experienced such intimate, almost romantic skin on skin contact in a long while. will’s thumb caressed the top of your knee, the calloused pad gritty and rough like sandpaper against your exposed skin.

“that’s why he targeted you…your business…” he corrected, clearing his throat. “he knew it would kill me more to see you suffer than put a bullet in my head outright”

the gruffness in his voice varied between anger and worry, wavering between his regular tone and a whisper. you felt his body inching closer, hand still present on your thigh, although tightening his grip the slightest. the butterflies that once fluttered joyously in your stomach, now seemed like moths lingering around the barely snuffed out flame of your attraction to him. it still was there…just barely.

“will…” you kept your gaze averted, feeling the blues of his eyes running hot with his stare, burning into your cheek with a concern, on edge about your next words or if you were to speak again at all.

“i want it to go back to the way it was…” he blurted out. “us, i mean…”

“will you know that's not possible-”

“how so. i still love you and i damn well know you feel the same” his voice becoming hostile momentarily but he kept himself grounded.

“you never loved me will that was just the drink and your dick talking” you interrupt feeling a pang of guilt in your stomach, adding to the moths that gnawed holes through your insides.

“and besides, even if that weren’t the case. if you truly did love me, we’re just two very different people now. you're a criminal, will and i’m the lowly barmaid who serves your drink. our lives should only be connected by transactions''

although it pained you to say it, it was the truth. will’s life was far too dangerous for you to be fully invested in now. you did not want to spend nights worrying if he was gonna come home injured, or not come home at all. sitting on his lap and tending to his wounds while he vents about all the trouble he has caused to himself. as alluring and romantic as that sounds…you just couldn’t.

“it doesn't have to be this way, love…” his hands were still firmly upon your thigh, grip tightening as his palm caressed the skin. fingertips dancing against the hem of your dress skirt. fluttering against the frill and ruffles, a dangerous act it was.

“you can’t tell me you don’t miss it” he hummed, breath barely ghosting against your earlobe. will’s breath hitched in his throat momentarily, the memories flooding back to his mind in waves. a subtle smile forms across will’s lips. you let your eyes flutter shut, trying to turn your mind off from will’s persistent words. not that it proved much effort, he was always a persistent man.

“remember?“ he lulled. “all those nights, my cock buried inside you. how you’d whimper and beg for me, knowing that i fucked you better than any of your regulars ever could?”

oh you remembered. you remembered well. there were times the both of you would stay overnight at the establishment, curled up in the sheets of your sleeping quarters, specifically used for such enjoyment, at times having to hide him behind your dresser, a mountain of discarded clothes and bedsheets, pretending you were asleep as your madame made the rounds for the night.

and will was right…by god, you did miss it. you missed him.

“will…” you mumbled alluringly, craning your head back slightly to meet his gaze. the blues of his irises dissipated behind blown out pupils, all lust filled and needy. he gave a small hum in response, his lips barely millimetres from yours, tongue jutting out to wet them slightly. heat rushed through you, arousal ebbed and flowed in your belly, teetering between genuine attraction and lustful desire. you could close the gap between your lips if you so wanted, letting will claim you like he’d done a thousand times over, but you hesitated, staring deep into those ocean blues for a moment, gauging to see if his words were turtle genuine or just the drink talking again.

“i want to go back…” you reminisced, pressing your lips to the corner of his, trailing down his jawline and neck. the action is sloppy and desperate. a low rumble persisted in will’s throat, his adam’s apple bobbing with a thick gulp, trying to stifle the arousal that swelled within him. “i want to love you…”

his breath hitched in his throat, your palm running up and down his bulge, the outline so prominent in his pants. a groan slipped past his lips, leaving his mouth agape, no matter how hard he tried to stifle them, your touch was just too magnetic for him to resist.

“please…” your whimpers lulled him further into the sinful abyss, feeling his cock stiffen against your palm, your fingers lazily unbuttoning his pants all the while maintaining the most sultry of eye contact with him.

he gave a nod, a subtle one nevertheless, a heavy sigh fell from his lips upon the brisk midnight air hitting his shaft. the thickness bulging and pulsing in your palm. oh how he missed the feeling. with dainty movements your fingertips traced around the tip, engorged and flushed red, lossy beads of precum oozing from the slit.

“god, i forgot how big you were,” you joked, stroking the base of his shaft with tight, short pumps. will gave a hearty chuckle, one that resounded in his belly, the soft gruff chortle leaving his lips.

“it’ll feel even bigger once it’s inside you, love” his words are spoken through an almost breathless whisper, accentuated by subtle groans and choked moans. you licked the slit of his tip, fleshy tongue gathering precum on the appendage, tasting him for the first time in years.

you were far eager to tease him. instead letting the tip of his cock slip past your lips, a slight popping sound as he broke though the seal. thick pulsing veins danced against your tongue as you worked him over with your mouth, taking him as deep as your throat would allow, surprised that you were still able to take such a length.

his cock made a home in the back of your throat, teasing it as you gagged at sputtered around him, corners of your lips burning, feeling as if they were going to tear from the sheer girth of his cock

“fuck-” his voice echoed with a deep, throaty rumble. eyelids fluttered shut in momentary pleasure before peering down at your still clothed form, full breasts barely covered, about to spill out from your blouse. your hands fell to them, kneading the supple mounds through the clothing, feeling your nipples perk up and harden at the contact through the fabric

“that’s it love, keep going. keep suckin’ daddy’s cock, oh fuck- just like that”

will’s roughened fingertips slid through strands of your hair, intertwining in the vine-like locks, tugging slightly up, allowing you a sliver of breathing room, barely a second for you to breathe before shoving you back down face first on his cock, until the bulge of his shaft was evident in your throat.

“you always like it rough didn’t you?” he hummed through faux malice, putting on the dominant facade he was famed for. “such a good fuckin’ whore, chokin’ on my dick like this”

his lovely, albeit domineering praise made your belly flutter with such unbridled wonder, reminiscing about the times he’s previously had his dick stuffed in the back of your throat, how he’d leave you gagging around that veiny, thick shaft of his. spit seeped from between your lips, drooling down his shaft, spit bubbles gathering at the base each time you’d bob your head, his tip violently prodding at the back of your throat.

“fuck, love…” he panted. “i know you wanna swallow my cum but i gotta fill that pretty cunt of yours”

he pulled your head up, your eyes red and glassy, spit dripping down your chin. glossy and shiny under the dull bedside lamp. will’s fingers were quick to work. not bothering to undress you fully, instead letting his hands roam up the skirt of your dress, groping the flesh beneath. he pulled you onto his lap, fingers, tugging your panties to the side, the tip of his cock prodding your walls, gathering your slick around the head, just revelling in it .

“so fuckin’ wet for me…” he hummed through clenched teeth , still overly sensitive from the work of your lips. your silence was all the more alluring for him, only breathless mutters and moans leaving your lips as you lowered yourself onto his cock. the stretch of your walls instantaneous around his size, he felt it too, how you spread so easily for him. just like you always did.

your hips instantly began to work, swirl and grind against his cock, allowing yourself to embrace him completely, the generously rough yet slow thrusts he gave sent your mind reeling with pleasure.

“god, you’re squeezin’ me, love…not gonna last if you keep this up”

your cunt clenched around his length, feeling yourself buckle under the weight of the pleasure, letting him sink into you completely. will leaned in, his lips capturing yours in feverish kisses, bodied melting into one under candlelight.

“oh fuck..” you whimper, feeling his tip poke and prod at the fleshy wall of your cervix, unable to sink down on him any further, for he would surely split you in half. With eyes half lidded and a love-drunk, stare, peering down at him through your eyelashes, fluttering in and out of a lust filled consciousness as pleasure rocked your very core.

“will…” your stomach bubbled with arousal, so close and on the brink of release. will hummed softly, his cock twitching with excitement as his name left your lips with shaky whimpers, fingertips delicately trailing down his clothed torso, feeling the outline of his pristine abdominal muscles through the fabric.

“you close, sweetheart?”

you nod, instinctively to his question.

“mhm.. can feel you clenchin’ ‘round me. so fuckin’ tight” will threw his head back, biting his bottom lip to further suppress his moans.

“fuck- you gonna be a good girl and cum ‘round this dick? make a fuckin’ mess for daddy, huh?”

words were trapped like rocks in your chest, rendering you useless and unable to speak. again, you nodded, this one more frantic than the last. arousal exploded in your veins, the clench of you around his dick was enough to bewitch him, as if that had not happened already. watery sweetness gushed down your thighs, seeping down the length of his cock, not even bothering about your now ruined sheets, you did not care, the pleasure was too euphoric.

will let out a pleasured, groan, pressing his hand to the bulge of your belly where his cock was evidently protruding from the skin, feeling your tightness grip in for dear life. pulling you closer to his broad chest, sweaty skin colliding in heated passion. he released deep inside you, making sure your tight cunt milked every last drop of his cum, not leaving until he’d emptied himself fully deep into your womb.

“shit..” he muttered, attempting to pull himself out of you, despite your bodies contorted in passion.

“no , it’s okay…” you hummed, voice hoarse from begging and pleading his name. nails soothingly leaving light trails atop his shoulders, his size still firmly buried inside of you, all wet and warm.

“you look so beautiful like this,” he murmured through a soft sigh, tucking stray strands loosely curled hair behind your ear, a thumb gingerly tracing across the indent of your cheek.

”what? naked?”

will gave a small chuckle.

“well, yes for one.” he smiled. “in my arms i mean”

your office fell into a comfortable silence, the lively ramblings and music from patrons outside were dulled through the walls as you sat quietly, will’s arms wrapped around your waist tracing inconsistent shapes into the small of your back.

”i just hope i can stay in them forever..”

”trust me love…i’ll make sure of it”

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this took me weeks to complete. I am now exhausted. don't come at me, it might be poorly executed. it is 10k of plotless, self-indulging, poly smut and I am not ashamed, thank you, bye. it is a stand alone one-shot for now but there might be more coming, I am not done with Fletch and Will at the moment I'm afraid. I'm unhinged. edit: it now has a part II and a part III

Trigger Warning/s: threesome, smut, poly, unprotected sex (kids, don't follow the fics exaples), everyone is a little bit top and a little bit bottom, a whole lot of consent, chocking, swearing, everyone has a praise kink :)

part II -> | part III -> prequel part I -> | part II -> | part III -> | part IV -> Masterlist

The apartment was now quiet, save for some still playing background music and some low chattering of the last remaining people. The party just ended was to be considered a success, but it had finally died out. Although none of the three remaining seemed to be overly worried about the time or the tidying up just yet.

“One of you should be dancing with me,” Erika teased, only pretending not to be paying any attention to the two boys sitting on the floor just a few feet from her.

“Why?” Kyle stretched his long arms across the edge of the sofa he was leaning on, “The view is so much better from here.” The way he looked at her, with his chin slightly raised, lips bent in a satisfied smile and pale eyes twinkling with a not-so-hidden desire somehow reminded her of something forbidden. A shiver crossed her spine, only prompting Kyle to wink at her.

That’s how it had been between them from forever. Endless flirting. Endless teasing. The way she felt for him always made her feel like she could do anything. He was her home. For him she would have fought the world, heck she would have broken it in half if needed. It was a strong feeling nesting into her chest and stomach, always feeding her with extreme confidence.

“And what about you?” She wondered as her eyes slid on the man sprawled on the carpet next to Kyle.

His head rested on the sofa as he lazily looked at her. A small, confident smile crossed his lips. He didn’t seem at all bothered to be looking with interest at someone else’s woman. On the contrary, she would have bet he was intrigued. She dared a cheeky smile, hoping it would be enough to fish his interest.

“Yeah, Billy,” Kyle started, leaning closer to him, though none of the two lifted their eyes from her, which prompted her to keep dancing under their eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think she is gorgeous, bruv.” Will raised his bottle of beer first to her and then to Kyle, who clinked his bottle with it. They both chuckled.

“If you are both so smitten by me why am I all alone here?”

Both the guys smiled widely, but it was Kyle who pushed himself forward. “Why don’t you come chill here with us instead?” He even offered her a helping hand.

As soon as he got a hold of her, Kyle pulled her down on his lap.

The moment she realised she may have just fallen into his carefully woven trap was too late. She thought she was the one trying to tempt and tease them, but she was wrong. She wasn’t the only one fishing, clearly. And now she was in the wolf's den. Not that she had anything against it, of course.

“You think you are so smart, Fletch?” She wondered crossing her fingers behind his neck and hanging off his shoulders.

His smile grew cocky. “I got you, don’t I?”

“That you do.” She bit her lower lip trying to hide a smile as she grabbed his bottle of beer off his hand, stealing a sip.

With his now free hands, Kyle loosely wrapped an arm around her waist and with the other he fixed a strand of her hair behind her ear, studying her features with the sweetest look.

Sometimes Erika found herself so used to being by his side she would be immune by his prettiness. Other times his charm hit her so violently it made her stupid. And feral. Somehow, it made her want to smother and bite him. Not violently. Only to nibble on his cheeks, down his jawline, following his neck.

Her mouth was watering.

They looked into each other's eyes for a long couple of seconds. No words needed to be said to express the feelings connecting them. Erika was an open book to him, and Kyle had accepted for a long time to share his heart with her.

Sometimes they pretended it didn't matter. Erika was used to replying “whatever” anytime he said he loved her. They brushed their love off like it was a joke. But they both knew it was endgame.

Will, next to them, finished up his beer in one single gulp and then he moved. “Right,” he began, “I better be on my way. Thanks for the party, bruv,” Will landed a heavy hand on Kyle's shoulder, giving him a strong shake, though his attention never lifted from Erika, “You lucky bastard.”

His deep hoarse voice and thick Brit accent brushed on Erika's skin. She felt it just as she felt his eyes burning on her. And she did nothing to stop it.

She liked Will. Always had.

He had been a good friend to her, but especially to Kyle and her brother Mark. Effectively, Will had led them through their leap into pro wrestling and she would have always been grateful to him for making the dream of the two people she cared the most in the world become reality.

But now it wasn't only polite gratefulness or kindness that pulled her towards him anymore. She wanted his attention. There had been some harmless flirting between Kyle, her and Will for some time now. And it just made her hungrier and hungrier for something she never had before. A real craving she felt into her stomach and under her skin for something prohibited and so damn sweet.

She turned over facing Will, still hanging onto Kyle. Her smile was a tempting curve that only grew when she noticed him looking at her lips. “Why are you leaving so early?” She wondered, purring softly, “We aren't done.”

“You two might not be,”

“Don’t be a party pooper,” Erika wined, cutting through his words, “Stay a little longer, do it for me.”

Will smiled softly. “God,” a chuckle cut through his breath, “how do you manage to ever contradict her?”

“I never do.” Explained Kyle simply, “She gets everything she wants.”

“I bet she does,” Will’s attention moved back to her as his smile widened from amused to teasing. “And what do you suggest we do then, love?”

She had a few ideas in mind. A cheeky smile popped on her face, making her blushing cheeks pop.

“Well,” Erika played with Kyle’s shirt collar, pretending to be distracted and not at all with an end goal to reach. “We could play truth or dare.”

“What, like bloody teenagers?”

She nodded hopefully, “Yeah. It’s still fun.”

Both Will and Kyle exchanged a quick look. There was a silent interaction between the two, to which Kyle simply shrugged, prompting Will to chuckle. “Why don’t you just ask me something you want to know?” He wondered looking back at her. “Or tell me something you’d like me to do.”

The way he looked at her made her stomach tremble.

“Ok,” Erika exchanged a quick complicit look with Kyle, before turning to Will once again, this time she dared to slide a hand on his knee. “Do you like me, Will?” Her smile was now a weapon. Erika brushed her hand on Will’s strong thigh and would have stopped anytime if he had hinted at her to do so. But he didn't.

If her words hadn't been clear, the dark light sparkling in her eyes should have been a hint enough. Will seemed suddenly uncomfortable, he awkwardly hesitated turning over to Kyle.

In response, Kyle shrugged, “Don't look at me, mate. She asked you a question.” He had a cocky, proud smile printed on his lips as he directed Will’s attention back to her.

Kyle was always her partner in crime. That was what he had signed up for. She was a wild card, always been since the day they met. There was no stopping her when she put her head on something. But it wasn't like she ever needed to keep secrets from him. There was no need to lie. Kyle was always in her corner, willing to give her anything she wanted. And now they were both looking at what she wanted.

“C’mon mate, don't leave the lady hanging,” Kyle continued.

Will’s eyes fell on her hand on his leg first and then he finally seemed to gather enough courage to look back at her. “I do,” a small smile finally broke on his lips. He hadn’t entirely defrosted yet, but he was surely game.

She smiled victorious, “So, I could dare you to do anything.”

“It all depends on how far you are willing to go, love.” He teased her following with a quick wink.

She was hit by a heat wave that crossed her skin, into her flesh, gathering through her body just to nest into her abdomen. It’s not like she wasn’t used to having things always go her way, she was too stubborn to let others have control over what she wanted. That included people too. And yet, Erika could still feel a win with the same immense pleasure of the adrenaline discharge the end of a hunt brought.

She was already licking her lips, “I don’t know,” she didn’t lift her eyes from Will as she slid her hands over Kyle’s chest, playing with his shirt. Black was a colour that suited him so well. Not quite as good as green though. “How does all the way sound to you?”

Will’s attention moved on Kyle. He was serious now. “Are you fine with this, bruv?”

The Aussie met him with a cocky, compliant smirk. He hadn’t lifted his attention from Erika. On the contrary, if possible his pride and affection seemed only to increase. “She does what she wants, mate. I don’t control her.” His eyes crossed her figure, “But I do enjoy the ride.” Once again, Kyle stretched on the sofa, opening his arms up, implying the freedom she had.

Erika's attention slid back on him. She melted into a soft smile, gratitude and affection poured out of her gaze, right into his. She relaxed, sitting back on his thighs as her hands raised confidently across Kyle's neck and to his face. Erika cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer. Kyle was hanging into her touch and welcomed her kiss with a smile. He slid his big hands distractedly over her thighs, establishing contact but still not caging her into a hug.

This time Will looked at them. He was still slightly awkward, but his gaze burned with interest he didn't bother to hide.

Erika let go of Kyle only to turn back to Will, meeting his focused gaze with a teasing smile. Just because she liked to play under his attention, she licked her lips, tasting Kyle's kiss.

“Kiss me.” She finally said, inviting him to move closer.

Before he even dared to breathe, Will looked back at Kyle to check his reaction, only to find complete relaxation from the Aussie. Kyle was still smiling and just nodded at the Brit, lying back on the edge of the sofa. Now, he was the one watching.

Will was still hesitant in the way he crawled closer to her, though she was ready to catch him. Erika slid a hand on his chest, enjoying pressing her palm against his solid flesh. It was the first time she was directly touching him to feel him and they all seemed to react to it. She moved softly, never breaking eye contact with him, somehow afraid she would have scared him away. Erika brushed her palm up to the collar of his tee, her fingers toyed with the feeling of its material for a moment, before she decided to keep moving up and around the solid column of his neck.

Will didn't oppose her.

He may be frozen into hesitation, with his breath shaking and all, but it didn't mean he didn't want it. She could see it in his eyes.

Erika pulled him closer. Her hand moved to his jaw. “Hey,” she whispered, the closest she had ever been to his lips. Their noses were touching.

“Hey,” he replied just as gently.

For a second it was only them.

Erika smiled. She tasted his breath on her tongue and shivered in anticipation. Her body ached under the need to be touched, even when Will didn’t seem comfortable enough with that just yet.

She was done waiting. She had decided she needed to take things into her own hands and be the one breaking that last small distance between them. So she did, sealing it with a kiss. It was soft at first, she wanted to leave him the chance to back off. Will barely reacted as they both took a moment to feel each other's lips. She let them all get acquainted with that new dynamic all the while just enjoying feeling Will’s full lips pressed on hers.

The desire Erika was feeling was undiscovered ground. There was something ravaging in the idea of wanting a man. Another man. Feeling her interest in Will becoming not so dormant anymore and rising, taking over her. But it wasn’t only about Will. It was also being aware that her own man was watching it happen. She wasn’t alone, Kyle was part of it and the freedom and trust he was offering her made her feel all-powerful.

Just after a good second into that timid, tepid contact, Will seemed to finally defrost. He inhaled deeply her scent and moved forward, embracing her. He grabbed her side, filling his palm up with the material of her top as he clawed at her soft hip. His fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled her closer.

To the brush of his tongue over her lips, Erika felt her stomach tremble and she was more than happy to oblige. As soon as their tongues crossed, she released a soft sigh. She crossed her arm around his wide shoulders, curiously sliding her fingers into his curly hair. Will’s flavour went straight to her head, whereas for their kiss, she felt it in her lower abdomen.

Her other hand stayed firm on Kyle’s chest. She needed to keep solid contact with him, not willing to cut him out. And he seemed of the same idea. His hands were stroking her thighs, he had pushed his fingers under the edge of her skirt and was teasing her following the rhythm of her kiss with Will. Erika’s fingers fiddled with the edge of his shirt, loosening up a button so that she could slide her hand under its soft material and feel Kyle’s hot skin burn directly on her palm.

Will was quick to gain confidence. He caged her into his arms, pushing his other arm around her figure. At first, his fingers only brushed her exposed chest, studying her skin, then his hand wrapped gently around her neck, holding her. The way his thumb crossed her throat in a soft caress made her quiver. He then pushed his entire hand into her loose hair, grabbing it, and making her bend for him as he deepened his kiss.

Any thought Erika may have had was gone. Her mind was pure, hot vapour and she felt like she was melting away in between the two.

Kyle moved as well. He was done watching. He pulled himself up and got closer to her, enough to kiss the exposed skin of her shoulder. Feeling him, as if Will knew his intention, he moved his arm away only to grant Kyle enough space to latch on her neck.

Erika released a shameless moan into Will’s mouth, not even trying to hide how turned-on she was. Especially when Kyle pulled on her thighs, inviting her to rub against him.

Erika broke the kiss with Will and turned to Kyle. Their lips connected in a savage kiss. She whimpered and purred tasting both men on her tongue. And she only wanted more. She was hungry. Violently shaken by a deep, dark desire she had never thought she would have felt. It was coming from deep within like a beast awaken.

She felt Will extremely close to her ear. His breath was hot against her sensitive skin, rippling on her neck, making her lower abdomen react. The small sigh he released, watching her making out with Kyle, slid right through her, giving her goosebumps.

“Fuck-” he whispered just as Erika slid a hand around his neck, squeezing softly.

Kyle, on the other hand, didn’t seem willing to show her mercy either. He pushed her skirt high around her waist, grabbing her ass full into his large palms and guiding her firmly to roll her hips against him, bringing her hot, aching and wet core to directly rub against the bulge in his pants. She was already a mess. Erika whimpered as her body was crossed by pure pleasure, only prompting Kyle to reward her with a moan of his own.

She pushed her free hand under the collar of Kyle’s shirt and across his wide shoulders, where she had no shame digging her nails.

All too suddenly, Erika broke her kiss with Kyle and gently pushed both men off her, leaving them all breathless. Her hands slid on their chest, both to keep feeling them and to halt them, even if for a moment. She looked at them both, trying to soothe their puzzled looks.

“Are you ok, love?” Will studied her features trying to read an answer on her face. His attention then slid on Kyle, to check if he was ok too.

She nodded. “Yes, more than ok,” she stroked both men tenderly, offering a grateful smile. Her attention then moved on Kyle. “I feel we are going in a certain direction, aren’t we?”

“Too soon?” The Aussie wondered, stroking her legs, this time in an affectionate, encouraging way.

“Oh, well-” Erika chuckled, trying to catch her breath, she looked at him and then back at Will, “Yes. But, it’s good. I like that direction.”

Both guys smiled bright and proud, just as if they had received a golden star. They looked at each other and, once again, they talked without words.

“I guess we like that direction too, then.” Explained Kyle, finding confirmation in Will’s nodding.

“We are talking about shagging, aren’t we? I am not misunderstanding?”

Erika rolled her eyes, struggling to hide an amused smirk. “That is such an ugly word, Billy.”

“Is it?” Will smirked, pushing a finger under her chin, making her look at him in the eye. “Is fucking any better.”

A shiver crossed her. “Yeah-”

Will looked straight into her eyes and she felt like she was getting lost in his focused gaze. “Is that what you are talking about then? You want to get fucked by both of us?”

Erika tried to suffocate a whimper, which only caused Will to chuckle. Behind his eyes hid all his desire and she seemed to be able to see all the things he wanted to do to her. Another shiver crossed her.

“I do.” She finally admitted, but before she could get lost in that statement, feeling both men closing on her, Erika held her ground, turning back to Kyle. This time, she needed to have his sole focus. “And I need to know you are with me on this.”

“Baby,” he looked up at her. He was so smitten that his gaze sparkled bright and his cheeks blushed, “I’d walk through fire for you. This?” He grabbed Will’s shoulder, giving him a shake, “This is just a fun night to me.”

“Tell me. Tell me you are happy to get into a threesome with me. I need to hear it.” She wanted it desperately, but she had no intention of doing anything that could jeopardize her happiness with Kyle.

And he finally seemed to sense her doubts. He was now serious, cupping his hands softly around her face, slowly nodding at her. “If this is what you want. And Will is down. Then I am more than fine with it.”

She nodded and then looked up at Will, looking for the same sentiment. “Will?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I mean this is not how I’ve planned my evening to go but I’ll be damn if I let the opportunity go,” he winked jokingly at her, “I’m in it, love.”

Erika melted into the widest of smiles and then she leaned in, kissing Kyle first and Will after. Only a quick one before deciding to move. They were done talking for the night.

She got up from the warm cocoon Kyle’s lap offered, holding both the boys’ hands and guiding them up to follow her. She didn’t even bother to fix her skirt or her top. To her, it was just quicker and better to get rid of her clothes entirely.

Which was precisely what she did. Knowing she had both men’s full attention burning on her back, she decided it was time to give them a show. Erika slowly and sensually started to slip out of her top, moving her body fluidly, like in a slow dance. She then stretched lazily, as if she had just woken up from a nap. Her skirt was next. She let it pool at her feet and stepped over it swaying her hips.

Behind her, she heard Will making a noise so similar to a growl. And Kyle chuckled in response, as the Aussie heavily patted the other on the shoulder. “You are in for a treat, my friend.”

“No doubt.”

Erika gave them a quick, cheeky look over her shoulder, soaking up the worship in their eyes. Being almost entirely naked, save for her revealing panties, was something that made her feel extreme ease under her skin. She liked being naked.

She guided them both into the bedroom and finally faced them with a wide, victorious smile bending her lips.

She kicked her heels off, finding extreme pleasure in the sudden hight difference with Kyle. Will was quite tall too, just not as tall as the Aussie. He slid his hands around her hips, holding her as his fingers toyed with the elastic of her underwear. He looked straight down into her eyes. The pale blue of his irises was as bright as fresh, calm seaside waves. That’s what he felt like to her. Warm like Summer.

Erika pulled him down in a soft kiss and then turned her attention to Will. Kyle was still close enough for her to have her back pressed on his chest.

She wondered what would Will feel like. Would a night be long enough for her to find out what Will made her feel like? She had a suspicion that just like Kyle felt like Summer and fresh, clear seawater, Will would feel like a rainy day in Autumn.

Will’s eyes slid across her body, studying her curves. “You are fucking breathtaking, love.” His eyes were dark and glimmering, but what she found most attractive was the pink blushing his cheeks.

Erika’s smile grew wider. Will’s voice caressed her and nested into her stomach, filling her up with confidence. “Yeah?” She wondered teasingly, sliding her hands across herself. She cupped her breasts, arching her back. Kyle, behind her, sighed in approval. Will’s gaze followed her movements closely. “Like what you see, Ospreay?” She teased.

He raised an eyebrow, “I’d be mad if I didn’t.”

She encouraged him to get closer and then moved her hands to his wide chest looking up at him. He met her with the softest of gazes, his lips bent in an encouraging smile as she felt his eyes crossing her features. “Have you been wanting this for a while, love?” He wondered playing with a lock of her hair, twirling it around his index.

Erika bit down on her lip and nodded.

“Yeah?” Will pushed on, and now his hand slid on her face. “With us?”

“Yes,” she whispered, not for timidity but because her breath was short. “I have thought about this moment before.”

“Damn,” Will grinned, exchanging a proud look with Kyle, over her head. When he looked back at her he had a cheeky grin printed on his lips. She knew she was safe, and yet something about the way Will just looked at her made him look somehow dangerous. It gave her a shiver that crossed her from head to toe, only bringing her desire to grow. “Tell us about your fantasy, love.”

She looked at him for a long moment and then raised her eyes to Kyle, who was waiting for her with an encouraging nod. “Go on, we are here only to satisfy you.”

Erika, for the first time, felt timid. It wasn’t her naked skin making her suddenly aware of being watched and seen, but the idea of revealing something so personal to them made her hesitate and blush. Even under the promise they would have done anything to her heart's desire, she still needed a moment to fight the knot rising in her throat.

They were gonna do it. She was about to give in to her deepest fantasy.

“First,” she said pushing both men off her just so she could climb on the bed. For the first time in her life, she found herself wondering if the mattress would have welcomed three people comfortably. “You both are wearing too much clothes.” Erika pointed out kneeling in the center of the bed, patiently waiting for the two to undress. She bit on her lip, looking at them both. “And I am getting cold.”

Kyle moved first. “We don’t wan’t that,” he kicked off his shoes and finished to undo his shirt, throwing it on the floor. His jeans followed. Since he moved first, her attention followed him and the skin he was uncovering.

She loved the way he moved, but it wasn’t only his confidence and effortlessness that attracted her like a magnet. It was the way his golden skin moved as his muscles stretched and contracted; it was the way his hair fell on his forehead, and it was in the quietness of his steps.

As he moved across the room she followed his body. Her hungry eyes crossed his entire figure. Erika knew his body well. She knew how his skin felt and tasted. She knew exactly what he liked. She knew what made him tick and assert dominance, and what made him whimper and beg. She knew how he liked to be handled but mostly, how he liked to handle her. And she knew how to behave to please him. He was surprising in many aspects and sex was one of those. Kyle was extremely open-minded. He liked to play and experiment and, especially for that reason, they had tried most things in the bedroom. Probably for that specific reason, she was extremely comfortable with him and also never tired of him. There was something about Kyle that kept her wanting, always, no metter how much pleasure he’d bring her in one sitting.

Agile like a cat, Kyle moved fluidly and reached her side. Biting down on his lower lip, he made her raise her face and look at him pushing only the tip of his index under her chin.

She was completely under his spell.

Kyle stole a kiss and then guided her to look back at Will, leaning his head against hers.

Will stood stiff in the middle of the room, he was observing them closely. His gaze was hooked to them both, as his eyes didn't miss any opportunity to cruise on their bodies. And yet, some form of soft shyness seemed to hit him.

Erika giggled, taken by surprise and nonetheless attracted to him. His rosy cheeks made her tremble with the desire to conquer him. She raised an encouraging hand, calling him to her. “What's the matter, Will?” She wondered as she gently pulled him to her. He hesitated as he moved closer to them, holding his breath. When he stopped at the foot of the bed, so close to her, he instinctively looked at Kyle, looking for support, not daring to move another inch.

She knew exactly what he was looking for, just as much as she knew how willing Kyle was, by then, to do his best to make everyone feel comfortable and give them all the night of their lives. She felt the Aussie moving behind her, but before he could do or say anything anything, she took the control of the situation back.

Erika smiled sweetly, like a doll, knowing exactly how to use all her assets to make men tremble. She dared to get as close as Will as possible and tapped his proud chin, making him look at her instead. “Do you need me to help you undress?” Her tone was low and tempting.

As soon as Will’s gaze fell on her, she felt all the weight of his desire hitting her. Her smile widened as her hands cruised across his wide chest. “Hey,” she whispered softly, “It’s ok,” she encouraged him, never breaking eye contact as her fingers hooked on his shirt and pulled it gently up his abdomen, prompting him.

He finally seemed to defrost and slipped out of his t-shirt in one fluid move.

When his chest was left bare, Erika looked down. She had seen him like that many times, but she had never been naked in front of him before. Again, her hands moved avidly on his torso, studying the solid edges of his muscles. His skin was warm and surprisingly soft under her touch and the more she touched, the more of his body she desired to explore and not only with her hands. As she looked at her fingers moving across his abdomen, tracing the edges of his abs, she felt her mouth water as the feral need to nibble on the soft skin on his belly.

When her hands moved down to his belt, she looked back up at him. She whipped out a cheeky smile as she toyed with the edge of his jeans, following it around his hips. Will’s gaze hadn’t moved, he was studying her every feature, still not daring to move.

“You know what my fantasy involves, Will?” She wondered pulling a hand back to reach blindly for Kyle, who was ready to take her arm into his hand and guide her palm to his mouth, as he softly kissed her skin. She shivered.

“Tell us,” Will’s coarse voice was low and rumbled right through her stomach and into her lower abdomen.

“Touch me.” She ordered, guiding one of his hands to her hip.

Will didn’t need more than that. His other hand followed and as soon as both his big hands solidly caged her waist, Erika released a satisfied sigh. His hands were rough, she suspected so, and yet his touch was careful and warm.

Unable to keep herself at a distance anymore, Erika pushed herself against him and, pulling on his neck, kissed him.

Will was quick to act. Every trace of timidity left him. His lips were nothing but welcoming, the taste of his tongue on her made Erika’s head spin. He caged her in between his strong arms and didn’t hesitate to grab her ass, solidly feeling her soft flesh with his hand. Holding her like that, he pulled her towards him, making her pressing herself completely against his chest. A satisfied, low growl left his chest, as he felt her naked skin and breasts against him.

As sweet as the idea of letting go was, Erika resisted. She abruptly pushed Will away, breaking their kiss and then slipped off his hold only to fall back into Kyle's hug.

As he welcomed her in his arms, she snuggled on his chest, sitting back on his lap and letting her head fall on his shoulder. Kyle’s arms moved around her hips as his lips cruised her shoulder. As he did to follow her neck, Erika turned and caught his lips, pushing a hand into his hair.

Kyle’s hands moved across her abdomen and, as he reached for her breasts, cupping both of them into his large palms, she arched her back, pushing her chest out and her ass back into his crouch.

She knew Will was watching and it was inebriating.

“You are still dressed, Will.” She teased, looking back at the Brit and whipping a sharp grin. She leaned against Kyle again, from there, she had a good enough view of the other.

Taking it like a challenge, just like she hoped, Will raised his chin and let her watch as he removed his jeans. There weren’t many things able to made her lose her mind, but seeing such a big, strong, successful guy blushing for her was one of those.

His boxers followed and, once he was left naked in front of her, Will raised his chin once more, proudly accepting her curious gaze on his exposed body.

Erika followed his abdomen and had to bite her tongue not to bark seeing his hip dips. She wanted to sink her teeth in them and leave a mark. Her eyes then, with no shame or modesty, followed the pale happy trail under his bellybotton and fell on his erection. There was nothing to hide anymore, after all. And still, right there and then she found herself still not prepared to see another man in full, beautiful nudity.

“Is this what you wanted, love?” He wondered, wrapping his hand around his cock, massaging it slowly. “Is it as you fantasised?”

Erika couldn’t take her eyes off him and was so taken she didn’t realise her jaw had dropped. He was big. She had always suspected it, but seeing him for the first time made her suddenly feel empty and desperate.

She released a giggle, pressing her face into Kye’s neck. “You both will be the ruin of me.”

Kyle softly kissed her temple and then cheek, moving to her ear, pushing her to look back at Will with his face. “Wasn’t that what you wanted, baby?”

“I,” Will began climbing on the bed, “want you to tell us exactly what you want us to do to you,” He got closer to them and softly scooped her face into his palms, capturing her eyes, “I want to know how you like to get fucked, love.”

She replied with a small whimper and just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Kyle traced a hand to her neck, bringing her to look at him. “What are you in the mood for, baby?”

Her hands raced to both men, as she needed to hold onto them. Her skin was hot and felt tight around her own body, as she desperately needed to be touched, bit and licked. Just thinking about it made her core ache. She felt her loins tortured by the heaviness of her desire.

Kyle kissed her and then looked at Will, exchanging a complicit look. His attention was still focused on her. “Do you want to lead? Or would you like us to take care of you?”

Erika nodded, her eyes moved from Kyle to Will, nodding again to him. “You take it. The control, take it,” she said looking up at Kyle, permitting him to do of her as he pleased and decide if and when to let Will do the same.

“Ok, baby,” Kyle whispered, rewarding her with another kiss. Then, his grip around her throat became more assertive. He pulled her against his chest, making sure Will had complete view over her.

“Shall we show Will how good you are, pet?” He wondered to her ear, switching from his more affectionate pet name to the one he preferred using when he was going to be dominant. His eyes still pointed at Will, teasing him, studying his reaction. “What do you think?” Kyle continued, softly nibbling at her neck. “I think Will would like to see what a good girl you can be.”

Her eyelids fell heavy on her eyes as she too studied Will's reaction, feeling her skin quiver under the intense laser-hot focus he had on her. His eyes followed as one of Kyle’s hands moved on her abdomen and down. When the Aussie pushed his hands in between her legs, they both were left breathless. “Shit, pet,” the way he kept gently and devotedly referring to her by her pet name made Erika lose her train of thought. “Mh,” Kyle smiled proudly, releasing a low moan, “you are so wet. Soaked your panties.”

Erika trembled under the attentive touch of his fingers, trying to move her hips and have more. “Kyle,” she huffed, digging her nails into his forearm.

“You should have told us you were such a mess,” he still teased, raising his hand to show Will her juices sticking his fingers. “Do you want Will to touch you like this?” He wondered lowering his hand again, not giving her time to reply. This time, when he reached back, he pushed his hand under her panties, finding her clit with ease.

Erika trembled under his touch. She was already a mess and he had barely started to touch her. Kyle had no mercy either, he was determined to give Will a show. “Say it.”

The way Will was looking at her made her skin ache. “I do, I do,” she chanted, “please,”

Kyle took her words like an order and let go of her, looking at Will over her shoulder. A smile crossed them both and, after a nod of acknowledgement, Will took over.

He towered over her, his hands quickly tracing down her hips, gripping her thin underwear. “You won’t need these, will you, love?” He wondered and, as she replied with a whimper, he ripped her panties unapologetically, giggling to himself. As he pushed his hand in between her legs, Erika climbed his figure, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and dragging him down into a kiss.

Will pushed his fingers into her wet folds and welcomed her heat with a low, pleased moan that vibrated through his chest and straight into her belly. He didn’t give her any time to get used to him, the pace of his strokes was unforgiving. “Do you want to come?”

Erika nodded, rolling her eyes in the back of her skull, already feeling her abdomen heavily contracting as waves of pleasure crossed her.

“Nah,” Will wrapped his free hand around her throat and squeezed, “That’s not enough, love. Kyle said you’d be a good girl, so tell me. I wanna hear it.”

“Fuck-” She huffed, digging her nails into his shoulder, feeling herself already coming undone. “Make me come. Please Will, please,”

Will smirked. His grin made his lips bend in a dangerous curl. Merciless, Will stopped stroking her only to look down at her, amused. “Already begging?” He looked back at Kyle, “We haven’t even started with you. Are you sure you can take us?”

“I can take anything you guys have to give,”

“Careful, love, we might take you up on that.”

“Such a desperate mess,” Kyle started, dragging himself closer to her. The moment she realised she was squeezed in between them two it was like she breathed new life, and still, air wasn’t what she needed to stay alive anymore. Not as much as she needed them right there and then. Kyle kissed her shoulder, neck, and ear, pushing a hand in between her hair and pulling them, making her raise her head forcefully. “So pretty,” he smiled, still looking at her with the utmost devotion.

“She is.” Will agreed, “Keep her steady,” he ordered and proceeded to go back to touching her. Again, his touch was hot and skilled and his pace unforgiving. Kyle did as instructed, he held her, ready to catch her as Will pushed over the edge. “Yeah, come for us,” they both watched her in awe as she came. Kyle pushed a thumb into her mouth, trying to suffocate her loud moans, with not much success. As her orgasm shook her, Will pushed two fingers inside of her. She welcomed that invasion eagerly, moving her hips into his palm. “Fuck-” he groaned as her walls squeezed his fingers, “so fucking tight.”

Will guided her through her high and then let her catch her breath, as both men held her. He then raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking her juices off his digits right under her eyes. Erika gasped, looking at the way the pink tip of his tongue danced on his fingertips. “So fucking delicious.”

Taken by a ravaging desire, Erika pulled herself up, capturing Will’s lips into a kiss. Tasting herself on his tongue made her whine and purr, feeling as if she had just marked him. It was something primal, and she wasn’t ashamed of it.

The moment she caught her breath, Erika moved her attention to Kyle. Now distancing herself slightly from Will, she climbed on the other and found a comfortable nest into Kyle’s lap. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you still have your boxers on.” She dared, pushing her fingers into his hair, only to move them back on his forehead.

Kyle smiled. “Why? Does it bother you, pet?” He teased her, only prompting her to move her hips on him, rubbing herself intentionally on his erection.

Not satisfied, she then pushed her hand on the trapped bulge of his erection, grinning proudly up at him. He was so hard it made her mouth water. Knowing he wanted her so badly only fed her ego. “Yes,” she purred, massaging him and enjoying seeing how he moved under her spell. Erika watched his shoulder tensing and his Adam’s apple tremble in his throat. “Especially since I’d like to choke on your cock as Will fucks me.”

“Is that your little fantasy?” As Kyle wrapped his long arms around her, Will was the one who moved closer to them now.

He softly kissed her nacked shoulder, as his hands found her hips. He traced her skin up to her neck with his lips and she could feel he was smiling. “Is it, love?”

Erika had to remind herself to breathe and when she did she almost choked, trying to regain focus. She nodded, rolling her head back just enough to look up at Will. “Yes. To begin with,”

Will raised his eyebrows and sent an amused look to Kyle, his smile only widened. “Did you hear your little girl? To begin with, that’s impressive.”

Kyle pushed her hair behind her ear, attracting her attention back to him. “She has stamina. Right, pet?”

Erika's gaze became sharper. She looked at Kyle first and Will after and then she kissed them both. “You are driving me insane.” She confessed, “I have never craved sex like I am doing right now. Like a fucking animal. So,” Erika gave them both a soft push, only to get them to give her the space to position herself facing Kyle and giving her back to Will. “I want you both to fuck me until I beg you to stop. Until I fucking cry or pass out. Can you do that?” She wondered pointing both her indexes under their chins. “And I am not being a good girl right now,” she continued, lowering herself on all fours. “I am being very, very naughty and I want you to punish me. I want you to either shut me up or make me scream.”

Kyle grabbed her chin, making her look at him, purposely towering above her. With his thumb he pushed her lips open, toying with her, enjoying seeing how she followed his queue and flicked her tongue on his digit. “Heard that, mate?” He didn’t look away but wasn’t talking to her.

“Loud and clear, bruv,” Will’s hand followed her hips, prompting her ass up. He wrapped one of his strong arms around her hips, pulling her towards him, rubbing himself against her ass. “You want me to fuck you while your boyfriend watches? So fucking dirty.”

“S-shit, Will,” she breathed heavily, “Kyle.”

Calling for the Aussie only prompted Will to give her a push, bending her forward in front of him. He slid his hands across her thighs, first the outside and then, his fingers teased her, following her most sensitive skin on the inside, encouraging her. She felt his eyes burning on her skin, “Fuck me, you are perfect, love. Spread those legs for me, let me see your little pussy,” his hands moved around her glutes, spreading them and toying with her flesh.

She was blinded by desire by then. Her mind was fogged, everything she could think about was the cold feeling of air hitting her exposed skin and her aching, empty loins waiting to be filled.

As she arched her back, in an automatic response, Will sighed in approval, rewarding her with a playful slap on her ass. Then, he pushed his heavy cock on her, sliding it on her wet folds, teasing her clit. Erika whimpered, trembling under him. “You want it? Such a bad girl so desperate for this cock, uh? Who would have thought,” He then proceeded to push a finger inside of her, and then a second, “Fuck,” he gasped, “You are even wetter than before.”

“Please, Will-” as she begged him, her hands opened on the mattress, her arms already shaking under the pressure. She licked her lips.

A hot wave of pleasure crossed her, making her quiver. She released a soft moan, with her chin still in Kyle's grab. She looked up at him, silently begging to get what she asked for.

“What’s that, pet?” He wondered casually, pretending not to know what she wanted. Kyle pulled on her chin, making her bend between them. “You want my dick? What a dirty, dirty slut you are, begging to be filled both ends by two guys.”

In response, she simply nodded, releasing a choked moan, as her focus slid on his boxers. She was ready to drool, only seeing the underline of his cock pressing heavily into the soft material of his boxers.

Kyle let her go with a ruder push, granting her the freedom to do as she pleased and Erika finally reached for him. She took a moment to toy with him, rubbing her hands on his cock and balls from over his boxers. Erika followed his lower abdomen with her tongue until she reached the elastic of his underwear, it may have looked like she had some patience left, but the truth was she was done, she couldn’t wait any longer. She eagerly pulled his boxers down his thighs and grabbed his erection with both hands. As she traced his length with her tongue, Erika looked up, making sure Kyle was enjoying the view.

He released a grunt, pushing a hand into her hair, grabbing a handful. His other hand slid around her throat, grabbing at her solidly. “Are you ready, pet?”

As she nodded to him, Kyle’s attention briefly moved to Will signalling to him the same message. “Fuck her,” he ordered. “Give her exactly what she asked. Be rough, she likes it rough, right pet?” Kyle’s attention slid back on her.

Erika nodded, now entirely submissive, “Yes, please. Please, Will, just give it to me,”

Will pushed a hand up her back, following her spine, pushing her down. “Then, put your face on the mattress, love. Give me a minute and then Fletch can fuck your pretty throat, yes?”

She obeyed and as she lowered herself, both men released a pleased sigh.

Will positioned himself, prompting the tip of his fat cock against her entrance. He teased her for a couple of seconds and then, with no warning, grabbing onto her hips, he pushed himself inside of her with one sharp thrust, making sure he hit her as deeply as he possibly could. He ripped a loud moan out of her chest that she suffocated on the mattress, only prompting him to groan in response. He stretched her completely, taking her breath away. They both moaned as she melted in a victorious smile.

Will then gave her take a moment to get used to him. As she welcomed his size, squeezing him, Erika almost lost strength, feeling the need to let herself go. She was already seeing stars. She felt him in her belly, so deep inside of her she was sure she had never felt so filled.

“Good girl,” he rewarded her with a praise, before he started to move, slow at first in and out of her. “Such a good little girl with a good little pussy,”

Erika purred and whimpered, calling his name, as pleasure prevailed over her.

Every one of his pushes made her pleasure grow, bringing her to unashamedly moan for him, as the pressure of a new, rising orgasm nested across her stomach.

Will’s hands were solidly holding onto her hips as he fucked her from behind, guiding her to slide upon his cock. He was holding her so tightly it almost hurt, almost, because her pleasure was much greater, enough for her to forget about discomfort. Plus, she was hoping his clutch would leave bruises on her skin. There was something so profound, so intimate, about being marked during sex, and she loved to have her skin showing the traces of passion.

There was a pause. Kyle waited patiently, giving her the chance to get used to Will first, before he too moved, pulling on her hair to get her back up. She was ready to welcome him as soon as he did. Keeping her by her hair with one hand and wrapping his other around her throat, helping her balance herself, Kyle smiled dangerously to her, willing to give her exactly what she had asked for, nodding, as she opened her mouth for him. “Good girl, open wide,”.

Erika leaned in, sliding her tongue across his shaft, from base to tip, enjoying hearing his sigh of approval. She closed her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking on it and playing with it with her tongue, and then she pulled him deeper into the back of her throat. Kyle grabbed her air. And Will clutched on the soft edges of her hips, digging his cock deeper inside of her. So much she thought she felt his hit in her stomach.

Erika had never felt so filled up and she loved it. It made her skin shiver and her stomach tremble as pleasure buzzed through her entire being, making her arms and legs shake. She savoured the feeling of both their hands on her, as the warmth of both their bodies seeped through her skin. She was so lost in the pleasure Will was giving her and in the devotion she was determined to show Kyle as he fucked her throat, she didn’t even recognize the waves of an orgasm growing on her. To the point that, when she came, it was a surprise.

“Fuck,” Will grunted, “Yes, love, yes. Come for me. Such a good girl.” As Will praised her, guiding her through her orgasm with unforgiving thrusts, Kyle pulled back, granting her the possibility to voice her pleasure. He scooped her face up, making her look at him. “Are you coming, pet?”

She was only able to roll her eyes, nodding, unable to speak if not for convulsed whimpers.

Will didn’t stop. His thrusts kept coming through her trembling flesh. He guided her through her high and then right into overstimulation. Unforgiving and perfect. As her strength left her, he was ready to grab her a moment before she folded on the mattress. Will pulled her up, so her shoulders were pressed against his chest. He held her tight with an arm around her waist and a hand wrapped around her throat. “Oh, we are not done, love.” His whisper sounded so sweet and yet so threatening. She looked up at him, helpless, only able to whimper as her tired flesh was charging up again with more pleasure she didn’t even know she had. She felt like she could break under such pressure. Will’s fingers slid around her jaw, holding her as he nodded proudly. “Go on, love, give me another, I know you have it in you.” He then pulled her chin, turning her towards Kyle, “Let your boyfriend watch you coming on my cock again.”

Will slid his free hand between her thighs, easily finding her clit that he proceeded to massage, still pounding inside of her, breaking her breath with every hit. She grabbed his arm, digging her nails through his skin, doing her best to find something to hold onto as a new wave of pleasure washed over her. This second orgasm was so powerful that it blinded her for a moment. She cried out loud, calling for Will’s name multiple times, as he guided her through her pleasure, this time properly, granting her the chance to catch her breath, indulging her satisfied body, and supporting her. He whispered sweet praises to her ear, welcoming her pleasure with pure satisfaction.

As soon as Will loosened his hold on her, Erika thought she could fall, but Kyle was there to catch her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Kyle took her away from Will’s arms and laid her on the mattress. He caressed and kissed her sweaty skin, praising her, granting her the possibility to rest her quivering body for a moment.

“Are you ok, baby?” Kyle checked on her, lying next to her.

Erika’s eyelids still felt too heavy for her to open her eyes but she had enough strength to losely raise a hand to his face and brush be back of her fingers on his cheek, grateful to his sweet attentions. She was only able to nod to his question. And yet a lazy smile crossed her lips.

She was fatigued, out of breath, maybe even tired, but not at all satisfied, besides the fact that her belly still vibrated with the echoes of the deep pleasure Will just gave her.

Kyle softly kissed her chin and then her lips, to which point she had gained enough focus back to let her fingers wander free into the loose locks of his hair. At the same time, without looking, she raised her other hand to Will and was pleasantly surprised when he took it into both his, lowering himself to softly kiss her knuckles.

“Was it good, love?” Will wondered, lying next to her and daring to deliver a timid kiss on her shoulder.

Erika chuckled, still out of breath from before. Words were still difficult to formulate. She suspected they had just fucked her brains out, which made her very happy. So, instead of trying to formulate some grateful praises, she turned to him and kissed him.

“That good, uh?” Kyle was ready to make a light joke as he pressed his smile into the crook of her neck, but before he could, Erika moved so quickly she surprised even herself.

“Mh, yes,” She rolled on top of him, grabbing both his wrists and pushing his arms above his head. Then she sat back, straddling him, looking down at him. Her eyes cruised avidly across his body, “But don’t think I am done with you.”

She then looked at Will too, just to make sure her message was clear. She meant every word from before.

She pushed her index under Will’s raised chin, enjoying seeing how he moved, attracted like a magnet to her, following her as if she had been pulling him up. When he sat back up and was close enough for a kiss, she smiled evilly, pushing him back down on the mattress.

It was clear she had just decided to take control and both men were willing to give her what she wanted. Both acted following her. When she needed them to lead, they were there to handle her, but now, just as easily, they both submitted themselves. It made her feel all-powerful.

Her attention moved back to Kyle. She pushed her hands on his chest and down, across his abdomen, following the solid line of his muscles with her nails, just to tease him. He didn’t dare to move, keeping his wrists crossed above his head as if she had tied him up.

“Now,” she grinned, as her hand slowly traced back to Kyle’s neck. He bent under her, stretching just as she liked, releasing a soft pleasurful sigh. “It’s your turn,” she proudly announced, only bringing Kyle to nod, completely lost in her design. Erika turned to Will, raising her chin, enjoying being the one towering over them both, now. “Are you going to watch me ride my boyfriend’s cock?” She wondered, knowing there was only one answer to her question, and still enjoying seeing how Will nodded. “Will you touch yourself as I fuck him? Pretending your hand is my little pussy?”

Will released a low hiss, nodding to her words. “Yes, ma’am.”

Erika’s eyes widened as his words hit her right in the stomach. A shiver crossed her and then became hot pleasure melting into her. Her lips bent into a warm, wide smile as she stretched and purred. “Look at you,” she grabbed Will’s chin, giving him a soft pull, “you already know exactly how I like to be pleased. Good boy.”

However, as soon as she let him go with a push, her attention went back to Kyle and never moved off him. She smiled at him as sweet and as dangerous as poison. She soaked in the devotion in her eyes and rolled her hips above his, willingly rubbing herself on his erection. The shiver that crossed him made her purr once more.

“You are such a pretty boy,” she praised him, her hands cruising across his torso. Kyle smiled at her letting her do her thing. She followed his arms and bent over him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them down behind his head as she kissed him.

He only pretended to try and fight her hold and resist her, but she knew if he wanted to break free, he could have easily overpowered her. The fact that he let her lead, especially after she had granted him the control, was intoxicating. She always liked to break the rules. Even her own.

“Did you like seeing another man fuck me?” She teased him sliding her nails across his chest, now deeper, making sure to leave marks.

Kyle gulped loudly and then he nodded. “I did.”

“Do you want me to fuck you, now?”

“I do.” He pushed himself slightly up, only enough to catch her lips in a famished, desperate kiss.

She didn’t wait much longer. Pushing a hand between their bodies she positioned him to her entrance and slid above him, taking every inch of his length. She pulled herself up, pushing on his chest and let her head fall backwards, welcoming his size with a moan. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

She admired him as he welcomed her tight hold with departed lips and glimmering eyes fogged by desire.

Erika looked over to Will, willingly rolling her hips on Kyle’s cock only to see him mirroring her movement with his hand clutched around his erection. God, those two men, lost in their pleasure, laying underneath her, were gorgeous. The two most beautiful men she had ever laid eyes upon. Both were hers at that specific moment.

She stretched letting her head fall backwards, voicing her pleasure. Erika had absolutely no patience or desire to take it easy. She moved her hips up and down Kyle’s cock at a voracious pace and he let her choose the rhythm she desired, giving her everything she wanted. Understanding her need to get off once more, and being more than supportive about her desires.

The room filled with their moans. To Erika, it was like something had awakened inside of her. A wild, ravaging desire she had never had before. Something hidden and profound had woken a side of her she didn’t know. And she wondered if she would have ever been able to get back to the person she was only a few hours ago, after that night.

Erika grabbed Kyle by the neck and squeezed his throat. A satisfied, complicit wide smile crossed her lips as she encouraged him. Pleasure started to build inside of her, firing up her nerves, and gathering pressure around her stomach. The more she was given, the more she desired, it was like a sweet curse. And she started to doubt she could really reach full satisfaction.

She gave Kyle a pull, and, like driven by an invisible force, he moved, doing exactly what she wished him to, knowing what she needed. “What is it, baby?” He sat up underneath her and caged her in between her arms, now guiding her to ride him, holding her safely. “Are you coming again?”

Erika held solidly onto his shoulders, digging her nails into his back. She suffocated a loud moan into the crook of his neck and then nodded, feeling the intense waves of pleasure mounting inside of her.

“I need-” her breath was broken by a whimper as her fogged-up eyes searched for Will. She reached for him and just as Kyle did before, he too was ready to move for her.

He was quick to kneel by her side and took her hand into his, letting her palm nest on his chest. “What is it, love?”

“Tell us what you need, baby.”

“Just,” she whispered, “come with me, the both of you.”

Will’s free hand slid on the back of her neck, holding her head up as he pressed his lips on her temple and cheek, bringing her to first kiss him and then let her turn to kiss Kyle.

In the heat of the moment, she let go and came again. This time, as violent as the one before. Blinded by pleasure, her strength left her the second her body came undone. Erika abandoned herself between the two men’s arms, crying out their names.

Both Will and Kyle followed her closely filling her up and marking her skin.

Erika found herself thinking God, be praised, and had the impression she heard bells tolling, as the two men held her and their pleasure dissipated in the thick, hot air surrounding them.

It was a funny thought. She wasn’t even religious. An innocent giggle rolled through her chest as both Kyle and Will laid her back on the mattress with care.

“Good?” Kyle was short-breathed and still leaned into her, only bringing her to roll and snuggle against him, rubbing her face against his neck, grateful. “So good.”

Will, on the other side of her, fixed a pillow under her head and then softly kissed her shoulder. “You are something else, love,” feeling his smile on her skin made her stretch against him and turn, looking for a kiss, “How the fuck am I supposed to get over you now?”

“Don’t,” she suggested. It was the first thing that came into her mouth before she could even think about anything with more sense. “Stay.” She was aware what she had just said was more complicated than that. It implied things that she wasn’t lucid enough to comprehend and emotions she was too drunk into pleasure to see clearly, but it seemed to soothe everyone all the same on the current plan.

Will still exchanged a look with Kyle, waiting for his approval. He wouldn’t have stepped into another man’s bed, with his partner, if he wasn’t sure he was welcomed, that much was clear. Though, Kyle was nothing but generous and simply welcomed Will with a friendly, soft slap on the cheek. “Good boy, Billy Goat,” then the Aussie leaned into Erika kissing her softly, “Let’s get you cleaned up,”

Before he could move away, she held him down making him look back at her. “I love you, Kyle Fletcher.”

“Whatever,”

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delilahcalicocat · 2 months

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♤{Never Leave Again..}♤

{Rating: "it's so Fluffy I'm gonna die!"}

【Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Abandonment, Crying, short reunion of couple, Wrestling match injury, Blood, Kissing, Little smidge of smut before it stops.】

🚾: Around 1k

〔Pairing: Adam Cole & Rachelle White〕

《Summary: Adam Cole comes back after World's End to surprise his Girlfriend of 3 years, since he's been on the road for 4 months (I'm working on one of these with Will Ospreay) But she breaks down instead not expecting him to return until late March》

[Rachelle's POV:]

I was watching AEW replays on my TV, my apartment was a mess. I'd been hit with alot of sadness this week, I was missing my boyfriend Adam.. Roderick had come to pick him up from my apartment 4 months ago, and i had felt abandoned.. I was lying on my couch while the TV played the AEW sound, I almost fell asleep until I heard a knock at my door. I had quickly opened it to See Adam, my Boyfriend! He'd come back, without his friends too.

I hugged him and began to cry.. I couldn't control myself

"Dove... Calm down" He said

"I'm sorry, I've just been going through alot.." I sighed

"It's fine, I'll call Taven and Bennett, you go shower and I'll fix this place up." He said

"Ok." I hummed

I began to start the shower and began to shower, I had felt so much better than before.

MEANWHILE:

『Matt Taven's POV:』

Me and Mike were called over to Rachelle's Place by Adam, we've been there a couple times. But not really in a weird way, most of the time Adam just wanted to stream games with us.

But Adam needed our help this time, He got a bad injury 3 months ago and broke his Ankle, so it's still healing up. I had no problem with helping Adam, but Mike clearly did. He complained the entire drive there until Roderick Slapped his face.

We arrived at The house and walked inside, We had to Help Adam with a couple random dishes that were everywhere, I was lucky I had brought Adam that Blanket He'd gotten specifically for Rachelle, So I while I was busy with the dishes, Mike was Vacuuming the floor, and Roddy was busy scrubbing and deep cleaning the table.

[Rachelle's POV:]

I got out of the Shower and went to my room, I grabbed one of Adam's old Tees and threw it on with a pair of shorts.

I went into the living and was shocked at what Adam accomplished with the boys, I felt so bad for Mike and Matt though, since they got cut a couple times and were now bleeding a smidge.

I sat down on the couch and Adam put on some random show, he then decided to jokingly grab my ass while everyone was looking.

"Adam!" I slapped his hand playfully

"What? They've heard us before." He smirked

"Why!" I blushed heavily "How could you?"

"What. Sometimes my match doesn't drain my adrenaline. You help." He chuckled

"They probably wish they could have you like me Dove~" Adam Whispered against my neck

I shivered in instinct.

"You two should kiss!" Mike joked

Adam Captured my lips and trapped me in a heated kiss

"Got anything to say boys?" Adam Joked

"Can We never leave again?" Roddy Joked

"I mean if it's Ok with my Rae-Rae." Adam Said

I nodded yes as I was still blushing from the kiss mere seconds ago

"Well, I guess welcome home guys" Adam joked again

They've been with us for awhile and are fine with the occasional no night of sleep or locker room being locked after a match. Heh.

Guess they are best friends after all..

「The End」

#{♡}delilah's fics{♧}#aew #aew drabble #oneshot #aew fanfiction #aew smut #all elite wrestling #adam cole x reader #ocs #drabble #<3 #Will Ospreay is Next! <3

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besthimbomachine · 10 months

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Not me not being sure I have the guts to watch that match. I spent the weekend caring for my ailing boyfriend (that giant of a man had the flu but acted like he had tuberculosis) and before I came back home today he asked if I wanted to watch the Forbidden door matches with him tonight and I was like "hold up I gotta build the emotional strength to watch Kenny lose"

#Gonna murder Ospreay first he commits the crime of being British now this #Next chapter should come out this week since I broke chapter 9 in two #So yall getting half of the smut

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adriswrld · 8 months

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Jealousy » Will Ospreay ⁰²

plot: reader gets into an argument backstage at wrestlekingdom with will and the next night he gets protective when david finlay attempts to flirt with her

trope: ex lovers to enemies to lovers

pairings: kenny's adopted sister reader x will ospreay/ reader x slight david finlay/ and jay white

warnings: slightly hints at smut! violence, blood, angst, alcohol usage

a/n: part two! next part is the last part, it ends at forbidden door. jay white is not married in here btw.

italics r once again representing japanese bc im too lazy to actually type in translations

A heavy puff of air escaped Y/N's lips as she plopped down on her bed, she was absolutely breathless. "That was good, like surprisingly perfect" she mumbled. Jay smiled as he laid back down next to her, pulling Y/N's body closer to his. "Why the sudden interest in me anyways? I mean yeah, we stayed friends after you rejected me but it's still a little odd," Jay said as Y/N tugged the covers over them, regretting to turn on the AC.

"First off, I apologized a million times about that, you gotta let that go. Second all, can't a girl just call up a guy to have sex without making it a big deal?" Y/N glanced up at him and he surprisingly nodded in agreement with her. "I suppose you make a good point. And it was very worth it. You're very good at it by the way," Jay complimented, rubbing her back.

"Why thank you," Y/N smiled. As Jay leaned down to kiss her, he paused hearing the doorbell ring, "You expecting someone?" He asked. Y/N furrowed her brows in thought, then came to the realization of who it probably was. "Okay, either it's Mercedes, or there's a slight chance it's Kenny who shouldn't even be here till another three hours." Y/N quickly stood up and pulled on the nearest shirt which just so happened to be Jay's and she slipped on her pajama shorts.

More knocking was heard from her door until it stopped when she headed down the stairs. The door opened and Kenny entered, tucking his key back into his pocket. "Y/N?!" He turned to look up the stairs and spotted Y/N, immediately smiling. "Kenny? What are you doing here?" She happily ran into his open arms, extremely happy to see her brother after months of being away from him.

"My flight got here early, I tried calling you but your phone must've been off or something," he explained, pulling away he furrowed his brows at the shirt she wore. "Who's shirt is that? It looks way too big for you," he walked past her and headed to the bar she had and grabbed himself a water. "Uhm, no it's mine. I have a lot of these." Y/N lied, leaning against her couch. "Really? Never seen you were those before," Kenny shrugged, deciding to drop the unimportant subject.

"So did you wanna grab lunch or something?" Y/N asked, trying to think of a way to get Kenny out of the penthouse without him seeing Jay. If he seen Jay, he'd probably kill him. "I think I'm gonna take a quick nap and then if you're still up to it we could go for dinner," Kenny smiled. Though it quickly dropped when a shirtless Jay White ascended down the stairs, "Dinner sounds amazing actually." Jay smiled, throwing an arm around Y/N who practically froze.

Kenny squinted his eyes, "Y/N, why is Jay White in your living room," he gestured to the shirtless man, "and shirtless too, might I add." Y/N cleared her throat and removed Jay's arm from her shoulder in which he only wrapped it around her waist in response. "Right uhm, he was just visiting. You know, catchin' up, reminiscing of the old times," Y/N faked a smile, patting Jay's back and he raised a brow.

"Mhm, and that's why you're wearing his shirt? Just reminiscing?" Kenny raised his brows, a small smirk etched at the corner of his lips.

"If that's what you call reminiscing then sign me up every day," Jay added with a grin. Y/N elbowed his ribs with an eye roll, "Shut up."

"Oh no, please, don't stop on my account. I'm gonna go take that nap. Just keep it down." Kenny headed up the stairs, walking past a genuinely shocked Y/N and Jay. "Wait, you're not mad?" Y/N spoke up, causing Kenny to pause in his steps and turn to look at her. "Nope. As long as this keeps your mind off of Will, then please, keep going. I welcome it. Besides, it's not really my business who you choose to be with," Kenny said before continuing to his room.

"That went surprisingly well," Jay commented.

"This doesn't mean we're gonna be a thing by the way," Y/N said, walking towards the kitchen. "Never said I wanted that anyways," Jay shrugged, seeing no problem with that. He didn't want a relationship either. He was still trying to get his ex back anyways.

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"I'm excited. What about you?" Y/N walked beside Kenny, her duffle bag on her shoulder as Kenny pulled his and hers suitcases. "Honesty, I just can't wait to kick Ospreay's ass," Kenny shrugged. Y/N cracked a small chuckle and sighed, "Yeah, he's one of the very few reasons I thought about not resigning with New Japan to be honest. I can't stand being around him." Y/N opened the door, letting Kenny in first as he was pulling the luggage.

"What changed your mind?" Kenny asked, looking at the map to locate his locker room that was gonna be put right next to Y/N's. "Honesty? I had a talk with Kota and he helped me realize that I shouldn't let Will get in the way of what I'm truly happy doing. I wanted this before I was with Will and he shouldn't have an impact on my decisions anymore." Y/N followed Kenny down the halls, not seeing many wrestlers around, mainly just the crew that helped put everything together.

"Wow, you should ask Kota for advice more often then. You don't make the brightest decisions when it comes to your love life." Kenny unlocked the door to her room first, figuring she would take more time to get ready for her press conference. "Oh shut up, that's so not true," Y/N denied, setting her duffle bag on the metal black chair.

"Oh yeah? Fine, then name one of your exes that actually turned out to not be a piece of shit," he compromised, knowing Y/N couldn't argue with that. "Uhhh...wait no, I dated uhm, actually you make a good point. Fuck. It's not my fault though. I get very attached." Y/N frowned, sitting down on the sofa. "And that's okay, it's not your fault. You just need to be careful with these guys, especially wrestlers. Most of these guys aren't interested in relationships." He did make a good point. Most wrestlers just wanted sex. And she couldn't blame them much, nobody had time for a serious relationship.

"Noted. Now, I'm gonna get dressed. I'll see you soon." Y/N gave a quick side hug to Kenny before he left.

A few hours later, Y/N was called to do the press conference for her upcoming match at WrestleKingdom that was less than ten hours away. Y/N sat down at the table, setting down her title on the table, she crossed her legs and looked to her right where Kairi was supposed to be.

Y/N took this a chance to start without her as she then picked up the mic, "Are you kidding me? You expect this person to be able to dethrone me and she can't even show up on time? I'm supposed to feel threatened by her? I'm supposed to feel scared?" Y/N chuckled sarcastically.

Kairi walked over to the table, rushing a bit and Y/N gestured to her, "Look who decided to join the party. Did wasting my time feel good darling?" She sarcastically asked.

A minute in, Kairi was answering a question on what she would do if she won the title, in which Y/N felt the need to interrupt. "This is absolutely ridiculous! Let's get something completely straight, Kairi." Y/N stood up and took her championship off the display, "You will never win this belt as long as I hold it and let me tell you something, it is not leaving me anytime soon because there is nobody capable of beating me. And after I retain tonight, I will continue to run through each and every division there is until nobody is left. Because, I am the greatest wrestler ever."

Y/N raised her championship proudly, glaring down at her opponent. "This conference is over. Enjoy the show." Y/N set down the mic and walked out, not even bothering to second glance at Kairi.

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It was a gruesome battle in the Tokyo Dome between Kairi Sane and Y/N Kingley for the IWGP Women's Championship. It was sometimes even hard to watch. They were beating the crap out of each other like no other. It was hard to predict who would even win. They were both so close.

Y/N screamed in frustration as Kairi managed to kick out of her blue thunder powerbomb off the top rope. She hit the mat in frustration, sitting up with desperate eyes. "Give up!" Kairi breathed heavily, shaking her head 'no', she exchanged strikes with her. Kairi performed another devastating knee before making her way to the top turnbuckle.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to get a breath in as she just did a german suplex to Kairi off the top rope and immediately performed a shooting star press after. The match was almost over and it was obviously one hell of a match. Kairi was killing it and some even thought she might actually just pull a win over the champion. But, Y/N wasn't gonna let that happen.

Y/N crawled over to Kairi, attempting a cover but Kairi kicked out at two. "Fuck! Just give up!" Y/N leaned against the ropes, running a hand over her hair in frustration.

Kairi stood up tiredly and immediately ran and knee'd Y/N before she could block it. She dragged Y/N to the turnbuckles and began to climb up the rope. The crowd automatically assumed it was over for Y/N the minute Kairi hit the insane elbow. But, as Kairi performed it, Y/N got her knees up at the last second. Kairi groaned and Y/N stood up and jumped onto the top rope, performing her finisher, the Royalty Deathdrop. Again, it was basically a backflip off the top rope into a DDT.

She hit it perfectly. "ONE..TWO..THREE!" Y/N grinned and tiredly crawled to the bottom rope, attempting to pull herself up as they announced her name as the winner. The official handed her the title and raised her hand before she immediately collapsed back onto the mat, barely able to hold herself up. Her body was battered and bruised so it was surprising that she wasn't even unconscious.

Kairi stood up and immediately went towards Y/N, extending her hand in respect towards her competitor. The crowd watched in anticipation, waiting to see if Y/N would accept her hand. Y/N hesitantly took Kairi's hand and the crowd applaused. Kairi pulled the taller woman up and raised her hand, showing a sign of respect for the retaining champion.

All until Y/N's hand dropped, the music hit. The music of Mercedes Moné, FKA Sasha Banks.

The crowd cheered, obviously most knowing who she was. Y/N sat down on the middle turnbuckle, watching as Mercedes ascended down the entrance ramp. Kairi stood near Y/N as they watched Mercedes enter the ring. A whole new look on her, she was almost unrecognizable if you seen her as Sasha Banks in WWE. This was an entirely different woman and she wasn't here to play games. She was here to make history, money and win championships.

Kairi looked at Y/N silently asking if she wanted her to stay. Y/N shook her head, waving her off and Kairi stepped out of the ring, letting Y/N handle her business.

Y/N stepped up, not liking the disrespect of Mercedes. She didn't have to say anything, she just raised her IWGP Women's Championship right in the face of Mercedes, not backing down to her.

Mercedes stuck her hand out, Y/N looking at it in suspicion. She took it hesitantly and Mercedes smiled as they shook hands. A show of respect. Y/N went to pull her hand away but Mercedes held it tightly so she couldn't let go. She pulled Y/N in, making her drop the title and performed what looked to be a gory bomb only it was straight into a DDT. Y/N groaned as she hit the mat, selling it perfectly so it made Mercedes look like a huge threat.

Mercedes walked over to the title and slowly picked it up, then dropped it onto Y/N's barely conscious body. "Give me a mic," Mercedes stuck her hand out, leaning between the ropes, they quickly handed her a microphone and she slowly made her way back to Y/N.

"Y/N, awee, congratulations on making history tonight, once again. I also know a thing or two about making history," Mercedes grinned, the crowd cheering for her. "I am here, in New Japan and Stardom to make some more. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the standard. The conversation. The blueprint, and the CEO of this women's division."

Mercedes kneeled down next to Y/N's body, the champion not even attempting to get up or open her eyes. "So Y/N-San, enjoy your IWGP Women's Championship while you can. Because at Battle in the Valley at San José. Imma leave you bankrupt bitch. And you can bank on Moné." Mercedes took the championship and lifted it up, throwing the mic to the side as her music played.

Y/N rolled out of the ring once Mercedes made her way out. She grabbed her championship and let one of the officials help her walk to the back, holding an ice pack to her neck. "Take me to my dressing room please," she requested.

They helped her to her dressing room, bringing several packs of ice as well before leaving her by herself. Y/N groaned in pain as she pulled off her tank top and pressed the ice onto her bruised shoulder. There was a knock on her door in which she casually assumed it was either Kenny, Mercedes, or Jay, so she granted permission for them to come in. But, unfortunately, it was just Will.

"What do you want, Will? Don't you have a match with my brother coming up?" Y/N muttered, wincing as she attempted to untie her boots. "I just wanted to come check up on you. That was one hell of a match." Will sat on the table and carefully took her leg, and to his surprise, she let him. "Good, cause I feel like crap." She let out another wince as he pulled off both of her boots, "How's your ankle feel? I noticed you sprained it early on in the match."

"It's just sore, luckily it's not a big deal. I don't think I'll need boot or anything. I just kinda tweaked it," she explained, setting some ice atop of her hurt ankle. The chime on her phone caused both of them to glance down at it, Will's expression morphing into a scowl when he seen it was Jay White texting her. Will cleared his throat as she picked up the phone to reply to Jay's text. "Uh, so I overheard your brother and Jay White talking and I was just wondering if-"

"If we're dating?" Y/N finished for him, setting her phone down to look at him. Will sighed and Y/N pursed her lips, not surprised he was being nosy about her private life, "whether we are or not, that is none of your business. I made myself clear that we have to let each other go and I'm sticking to that."

"What about friends? Can't we at least be friends?" Will asked, but it seemed almost like begging.

Y/N blankly stared, "Will, look back at the last time we tried that. I ended up in your bed. I will not let myself fall back into your traps. It is over. There is no more us." Will shook his head, standing up and running a hand over his blonde hair, "No, no this isn't you, this isn't us. What's this really about? Jay? Cause, what does he have that I don't?! Tell me."

Y/N stood up, barely able to stand on her ankle but she was becoming irritated of the conversation, "What do you want to hear, Will? That he doesn't compare to you? That he can't please me like you? Cause frankly if I said that, I would be lying to you and myself."

Will simply grinned, cracking a small chuckle, he stepped closer to Y/N, "now we both know nobody could please you like me and Jay certainly isn't changing that fact." Y/N rolled her eyes, "and how would you know?"

"Oh come on, we both know lying isn't your strong suit. Even after all these years, you still can't tell the truth." Glaring at him, she shoved his shoulder, "you are the last person to talk about truth! You cheating son of a bitch!"

Will clenched his jaw, growing tired of her bringing up the past. "How many times do I have to apologize?! I'm fucking sorry! That was three years ago! Let it go, Y/N!" He exclaimed at her.

Y/N scoffs quietly under her breath, "Get the fuck out of my room, Will."

Will shakes his head in disbelief, "Congratulations Y/N. Have a nice life. I won't be there when you come crawling back after Jay leaves you in the dust."

Y/N simply rolls her eyes as he walks out, slamming the door on his way out. "Fuckin' child."

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The show ended with Kenny taking the IWGP United States Championship from Ospreay. It was one of the best matches Y/N's ever witnessed, even if it caused her so much stress to see. Every bump Will and Kenny took was nerve-wracking to say the least. But, they both pulled through and successfully finished the match. She found out from Kyle that Will lost a pint of blood and injured his shoulder though he would pull through and be fine.

As of now, Y/N was heading to do a little promo in response of Mercedes's debut. With the help of a crew member, she sat down at the table and set her drink down. She adjusted the mic and glanced around at all the reporters and such. "Today I will not be answering any of your questions because of Mercedes Moné," she spoke in Japanese.

"I had the most exhausting match of my career and she just shows up out of the blue to steal my spotlight?! Do I have to remind you who I am Mercedes? I am Y/N fucking Kingley and you will not disrespect me! You think because you came from WWE that you're all big shit now? Well let me educate you love. This isn't WWE, this isn't slow paced, this isn't a playground. When you step in the ring with me you won't be the same. You made a mistake coming here. And now I'm gonna send you back where you belong."

Y/N stands up, looking directly into the camera. "I accept your challenge. Let's see if you can keep up."

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"I don't think I'm up to this," Y/N states as she glances at Mercedes and back to the road. "Girl, yes you are. You're the one who brought up this whole party. You can't back out now," Mercedes replies, fixing up her makeup in the mirror. "That was before I fucked up my ankle and got into a fight with my ex. Who, mind you is going to be there." Mercedes chuckles at her over exaggerating, "Which gives you the perfect chance to get back at him."

"With who?" Y/N questions, parking the car in front of the bar.

"Him." Cedes smiles as she points at Jay who was currently walking towards the building. Y/N purses her lips, finding it to be a good idea, "That could work."

They both walk into the bar together and Mercedes follows Y/N, who obviously knew the majority of people there. Y/N finds Kenny talking with some friends and go over there, immediately hugging him. Kenny smiles realizing it's her, "I thought you weren't gonna show," he said.

"Someone changed my mind," Y/N says, and Mercedes gestures to herself. Kenny chuckles and embraces Mercedes. "Thanks for getting her out. Y/N usually hates parties." Mercedes laughs, "It's my pleasure. Do you know where Jay is?" Y/N raises a brow at Mercedes question.

"Uh yeah, he's just over there." Kenny pointed across the bar and Mercedes nods and smiles gratefully. "Great. Thank you. We will catch up later. I'm gonna steal Y/N." Mercedes takes Y/N's hand and drags her across the bar towards Jay. "I don't think this is a great idea-"

"Hi Jay!" Mercedes waves, dragging Y/N over meanwhile Y/N kept trying to slow down because of her ankle. "Mercedes, right? We met at the show yesterday." Jay sticks his hand out and she happily accepts it, "Yes. That's right." Y/N smiles meekly at him, but tries to avoid eye contact. "So what can I do for you ladies?"

"We are having some car trouble and Y/N here is gonna need a ride home later so I was wondering if you could take her home for me. I'm sure you know where it is. It's not too far from here." Mercedes lies and Y/N looks at her with a mini glare. Jay chuckles, nodding with a grin, "Of course, it's no trouble."

"Awesome. I'll catch you later Y/N. Have fun." Mercedes waves and walks over to talk to some of the joshi wrestlers.

Jay takes Y/N's hand and helps her onto the stool carefully, "You don't actually have any car trouble do you?" He questions in amusement. Y/N chuckles lightly and nods, "you are correct. But she's definitely gonna leave me here despite that."

"She sounds great," Jay joked.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to use the ladies room. I will be right back," Y/N excused herself swiftly. Honestly, she just wanted to fix up her hair as it was flowing everywhere courtesy of the wind from outside. She finished up quickly, washing her hands and walking out, going to find Jay again. Though, a hand blocked her, causing her to look up at the man, known as David Finlay. She didn't necessarily have a problem with him. She just didn't like him. But then again, not a lot of people did.

"Uhm, what can I do for you?" Y/N looked at him, slightly confused. He smiles, "I just came to tell you, I watched your match, and you did amazing, it was a great match. One of the best I've ever watched." He says. Y/N smiles for a second, "Oh, well thank you, I appreciate it. But if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my friend." She goes to move past him until he blocks her way again. "Come on, stick around a bit. Give me a chance. We can get to know each other beautiful."

Y/N cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable with him. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." David raised a brow, "and yet you're sluttin' it around with Jay? Come on, you can do so much better." Y/N scoffed, "Excuse me? What did you just call me?" Y/N goes to push pass him when he grabbed her arms, keeping her in place. "Oi, get your hands off her." Next thing she knew, Will had pushed David against the wall, she glanced down at her arms, seeing red handprints on them from how tightly David help her.

"She's not interested bruv. Move on." Will pushed him away, David walking off with a scoff, making a small inappropriate comment about her.

Will turned to Y/N, seeing her in a trance, not moving or speaking. He set a hand on her shoulder, "You alright love?" Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, glancing at his hand on her shoulder. She blinked, "Leave me alone." Y/N walked away, wincing at the pain in her ankle, she reached Jay, standing by him on the stool. "Do you think it's possible for you to take me home? I need to get out of here."

Jay nodded immediately, paying for the drinks and helping Y/N out of the bar, he had seen Will watching in the corner and assumed it must've been about him. Jay helped her into the car before driving them off, heading to her place, obviously knowing where it was. "What happened back there?" He asks, breaking the silence.

Y/N didn't glance at him, texting Mercedes and Kenny on her phone, telling them that she was leaving early. "Nothing important. My ankle has just been killing me." He knew she was partially lying but chose not to push on it. "I'm sorry to drag you away, you could go back if you want. You don't need to stay with me or anything." Y/N said, setting her phone down.

"It's alright. I'll stay. I want to."

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It's Wrestling - LE SSERAFIM - Sakura x M! Reader. (+18)

tw: a whole lot of wrestling stuff, a bit of rough sex? I honestly don't know but hope y'all enjoy it. Good luck.

As I suspected this has been the longest smut I've ever written lol, got this idea after watching a match of Will Ospreay vs Bea Priestley and I suddenly remembered, oh yeah, sakura did wrestle.

'Make it, please!' You plead in your mind as your legs were about to give out pedalling on your bike, hitting the brakes as soon as you see the signage on the window.

Your heart drops seeing that the lights are already off from the outside. "Fuck."

"Can I help you?"

"Holy shi–..." You almost jumped off your shoes hearing a soft spoken voice coming from your behind.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that." Not even a minute in the conversation yet you're already lost in her eyes.

"I-it... It's u-uhm... You see..." A complete mess who can't even form a comprehensible word. You just decided to give up and just signalled towards the poster.

"Oh, you're here for the tryouts?" You just nodded at the beautiful lady's question.

She chuckled before straightening her posture, just as then she gave you a quick scan from head to toe. She looks somewhat satisfied before saying; "Follow me."

You couldn't even question her as your feet acted on their own and started following the woman to the back of the building.

She then took a key from her pocket and used it to open the back entrance. You hesitated but got convinced once she cutely peeks her head from the inside saying; "come on in."

The two of you head towards the ring side to a near table with steel chairs. She pulls down the blinds to completely cover the windows before turning on the lights and the moment it shines the ring you're starstruck.

"Woah." You're in awe as she walks back towards you.

"I know, it's not that big but it's just for the tryouts... You okay?" She questioned as you're too lost admiring your dream right in front of you.

"Y-yeah, sorry it's just... So cool." The woman holds a chuckle as the two of you finally took a seat.

"So you want to be a professional wrestler?" She asked, doing that cliché thing where her chin is resting on her hand thingy with a smirk.

"Y-yes ma'am." You replied.

"Oh right, I totally forgot to tell you my name..." She extends her hand with a bright smile she said her name.

"Miyawaki Sakura." You gladly took her hand and shook it right after introducing yourself.

"Alright newbie. I just have a few questions here, give me your honest answers, okay?" Aggressively nodding your head cause Sakura to produce an adorable chuckle.

"Why do you want to be a pro-wrestler?" Is her first question.

"I could say things like because their moves are awesome, or I want to win the championship but to be honest, I just want a way to express myself with this craft. I love professional wrestling and the way it can create characters and stories. I dream of creating a legacy of myself in the future..." You then paused for a second

"What can I say? It's wrestling." Ending with an awkward chuckle.

After finishing your answer, you noticed that there's a moment of silence from her and once you looked you just saw her staring at you with a smile, however that may have broken her out of her trance as she hurriedly looks back to her questionnaire.

"Right, back to it then... Who would be your favourite pro-wrestler of all time?" She continued.

"If we're saying in-ring wise, I'd go with Will Ospreay..."

"Ooohh." She reacted.

"But mic-skills I'm going CM Punk." That earned you impressed nod from Sakura as she then jotted down notes.

"Right, so what would be your finisher?" She asked.

"Well, I was thinking of a modified tombstone pile-driver but since I'm not that well built perhaps I'll stick with a shooting star press or like a cutter for now..." Again Sakura was impressed as she wrote down your answers before slamming the pen and pad on the table.

This startled you along with her suddenly sitting up from her chair, you quickly followed suit as she signals you with a finger to follow her.

Sakura then skillfully rolls inside through the bottom rope and that alone surprised you. Obviously you think her only job is just to interview and background check the potential candidates but she looks really comfortable inside the ring.

"What are you waiting for? Your legacy won't get itself in the ring." Her comment took you by surprise, it's more motivating than insulting to say the least.

Quickly reaffirming yourself as you jump from the floor towards the ring apron like it was nothing, Sakura lets out a whistle as you finally slip in through the ropes.

"Miss Sakura..." Your call of her earned you a look of disbelief from the woman in front of you.

"Don't call me that!" Her voice clearly states that she's offended by your formality.

"M-ma'am S-sakura?" You tried once more but to no avail as she crosses her arms and just shakes her head.

"S-sak... Sakura?" A sudden shift from her expression allowed you to let out a sigh of relief.

"Just call me that the whole interview alright?" She asked and you just accepted it.

"S-sakura, I'm really sorry for asking but what's your p-position here?" Perhaps that was too vague for a question and it did raise her brow before smirking at you.

"Just so you know, I'm the one who runs all of this for you..." She said seductively before walking closer to you.

"Uh... can you be more specific?" You nervously replied.

She cut off her act and replied nonchalantly: "I'm the boss here."

"W-wait, s-seriously?" Your reaction causes Sakura to broke down into a laughter.

"S-sakura, are you really the owner?" Raising a finger to ask for a minute as she tries to recollect herself even going as far as tearing up from the laugh that she just had.

"Whooo, jeez never had to laugh that much in a while, you look so surprised..."

"Why? Is it because I'm a woman does that mean I can't have any interest in wrestling?" She asked with a pissed off tone.

"N-no, that's not w-what I meant..." You hurriedly replied before she started laughing uncontrollably again.

"Oh god... My stomach hurts. I'm kidding."

"No, I'm just one of the management department, I'm here to scout talents. I got caught up with some paperworks and needed to stay a bit late." That actually makes sense.

"O-okay, it's just that... You're p–..." Your words were swallowed to the void failing to reach Sakura's ears.

"What's that?" She asked before moving closer to hear you better.

"N-nothing, I-i said y-you're pretty c-cute, t-that's why I-i'm surprised that you're into w-wrestling." Currently a stuttering mess, Sakura notices this and made things worst when she pinches your cheek.

"How adorable." Said the one who's out there looking all cute and stuff with her bright smile.

"Alright, we need to continue." Sakura stops and starts doing stretches.

It's inappropriate for you to stare but she can't blame you after all her baggy pants didn't even stand a chance against her curves as she went to reach for her toes.

Her sports top wasn't much of a help either as she starts bending forward to do some frontal stretches. Of course your leering wouldn't go unnoticed as Sakura eyes your mischief.

Perhaps she's letting you, as she presses on harder accentuating her curves even more to your liking, gulping a solid amount of spit signals Sakura to stop, as you shamefully looked away.

"Right! Now newbie! Do you have any experience with a woman?" You almost choked on pure oxygen with her statement as you cough away trying to hold yourself together.

[Cough] "W-wha–... Expe? You..." You're a mess and this is pure entertainment for Sakura.

"Jeez what were you thinking? I obviously mean wrestling." She replied holding in a laugh.

"Y-yeah I know that, well I never really have any in-ring experience." Her eyes went wide with your statement.

"Any?!" You nodded in shame.

"Then what the heck are you doing here?" She was furious to say the least.

"Well, I did study a lot of it online... And uh... I..." You hesitated knowing she might get even more mad with what you're about to say.

"What now?" She asked crossing her arms.

"I did b-backyard w-wrestling." You're not really proud of it but it's the only thing closest to an actual experience you have.

An overly exaggerated sigh escapes Sakura as she massages her forehead for a bit before recomposing herself with a couple of neck circles she finally went back to normal.

"Okay! I assume you know your cues then?" She was surprisingly enthusiastic even after what just happened.

"Y-yeah, they taught me back then." You replied.

"Right, now we're going to do a little scuffle." She then prepares herself in front of you.

That caused you to panic and stop her right away; "W-woah! Wait, you're gonna do it with me?"

"Do you see anybody else here?" You shook your head and she gave you that 'i thought so' look, though that didn't really convince you.

"Oh seriously? I thought your favourite pro-wrestler is Will Ospreay?" Sakura presses on

"Yeah that's right."

"Then I'm sure you've watched Will Ospreay vs Bea Priestley?" That was actually a pretty good point.

"But no! Obviously those two are in a relationship during that time." You reasoned.

"Oh, so you're suggesting that we should start dating then?" Sakura replied.

"Eh?" You stood there bewildered by her reply.

"Oh come on! One!" She shouted.

Suddenly your instinct kicks in and your body just moved on its own, going into a collar and elbow tie-up with Sakura. The two of you then kayfabe a struggle as she starts giving you cues.

Once more your instincts gets the best of you letting her overpower you. With the loud echoes of your stomps and struggle you hear Sakura whispered; "Two."

Positioning an underhook she then gave you a hip toss. To which you sold like your whole life depended on it. She then went down and put you in a headlock to which you're not even going to complain as your face was right next to her boo-.

"Good boy." You heard Sakura whisper before letting go of your face.

"Great, now shall we move on?" Speechless you just nodded.

"One!" With that, the two of you got tied up once more.

"Four." She continues, as you took her by the arm and did an irishwhip to the rope.

She then signals with a clap in which she suddenly gave you a head scissor with her thighs before taking you down. You just took the spot as she dusts herself clean.

"Great... great..." Sakura compliments you with a slow clap.

"Can you take a hurricanrana to a pin?" She asked as she turns away from you and with not much of an argument you just nodded.

"Alrighty then." She starts running towards you applying a head scissor but instead of taking you down you supported her weight for a bit.

"Ready?" You asked her but since her face is partially covered with her hair you didn't clearly see her face but you did notice a nod.

Taking the go signal, you gave her a little boost before floating over and landing on your back with Sakura's legs still trapping your head.

It took you almost a minute to remember that Sakura is still on top of you scissoring you with her thighs resting on either side of your face. Somehow though this doesn't seem to bother her as well, until you say;

"Uh... S-sakura?"

"Oh, right s-sorry." She finally lets you free standing up.

"O-okay, obviously, it's not always high flying luchador stuffs that people want. Let's see your grappling game." Said Sakura who's just got done fixing herself.

"You'll have the dominant position~." The moment you heard that, your relaxed heart rate suddenly doubles.

Unlike earlier which are obviously more dangerous spots, you'd think that now isn't really the time to be nervous, however the way Sakura delivered that line your instinct once more alerts you about something yet you're not sure how to respond.

"One!" Sakura cuts you off from your trance, tying up once more.

She then starts rapid firing cues to which you to transition from arm wrenches, to ankle grabs and leg sweeps but ultimately ending with you over Sakura in a full control position.

"Mhmmm." Was that a moa-? Not wanting your question to be answered you hurriedly got off from Sakura.

"Sakura?" Your call woke her up from her state as she slightly panics before getting up as well.

"Right..." She looks shy for a second before turning away from you.

"Now, for the last section. I will be testing your resolve." It's almost ridiculous how she sounded talking about testing 'resolve' specially as she's still facing away from you.

Sakura seems to have noticed your smug look and decided that playtime is over; "Okay newbie, take off your clothes."

"Eh?!" It really was a 180 degrees turn from her shy self earlier to now.

The confidence in her eyes, her posture, and the way she just stood there waiting for your response. Of course, your only choice is to strip yet your hands are frozen in place and your knees are about to give.

"A-all o-of my clothes?" With a straight face Sakura just nods.

On shaky hands you start by taking off your watch, followed by your shirt, you then check to see Sakura's reaction however she's just standing there almost ice-cold expressionless. It's honest scary but also... Hot.

You continued taking off your shoes along with your socks. Meanwhile it's like Sakura's eyes never left you as your hand then reaches for your pants.

Slowly sliding them down on a shaky grip, your brain keeps sending you warnings, like a combat plane who has a been locked on with a missile. Once your pants are off you're not left with your boxers.

"Go on then." Sakura's calm voice was not helping at all adding the bonus of her just standing there and staring daggers into you.

"I-is this r-really–..." You realize that no amount of reasoning that's gonna get you out of this.

There's really not much of a choice anymore, as Sakura's gaze seems to have gotten more and more aggressive, you then hook the waistband of your boxers and slowly slid them down.

In such state of chaos you've managed to catch a glimpse of Sakura as she bites her lips as soon as you're fully exposed. Obviously that baffled you but just as then she suddenly tossed you something.

"Now cut me a promo." Looking at the thing she gave it was actually a microphone.

"P-promo?" Sakura then gave you one of those are you serious look before responding;

"Yeah dummy, what did you think? We're not only looking in ring skills, you'd have to show me your mic skills as well, don't tell me you don't have any."

Her smug tone motivates you but you're on the ropes with how things are. First you're naked in the middle of the ring. Second this gorgeous woman in front of you is telling you to cut a promo from out of nowhere.

"C-can you a-at least give me a lead or anything?" You asked.

"Uugghh! Fine." That groan of frustration was cute though if you'd say so yourself.

Sakura then reaches for another mic before walking closer towards you. As she does, Sakura begin to give you a scan from head to toe seemingly pausing right in the middle before continuing.

Just as she's finally inches away from you. You begin to get nervous as Sakura raises the mic to her face. Without breaking eye contact with each other she grins.

"Do you really want to be a pro-wrestler?" She asked.

"Yes!" You answered.

"Are you willing to do anything?" Her tone suddenly shifting from serious to sultry each word.

"Y-yes?!" Before you can even question what Sakura's point was with that question she suddenly drops on her knees right in front of you.

"S-sa... Kkura..." A devilish smile greets you as her face levels with your member.

"N-now, now, since you said you'd do anything–..."

"Tell me what would you do to me?" Her needy eyes was locked on yours.

That was only the start, as her hands begin to travel from your calves up to your thighs, you can feel your member twitching which caused you to try and cover it up. However Sakura has other plans, without breaking eye contact with you she pries away your hand before taking your member into her hand.

As soon as your skins touched, you can feel your moan escaping your lips. This was ecstasy to Sakura who then started pumping your length;

"Tell me boy, what is it you want?" She's inviting to say the least, it wasn't a question more of a demand.

"I w-want y-you–.”

"At-ta-ta-ta! Use your words properly. We can't afford you stuttering like that in front of a crowd."

"I want you to suck it! Suck my fucking cock." A smile of success flashes on Sakura's face before taking all of your length into her mouth.

Licking, kissing, biting? Slobbering her spit all over it, occasionally trying to take it all in but failing to do so, as her tongue then focuses on the tip. Like a snake hunting its prey before swallowing it whole.

With a pop she releases your member getting a few licks on the base of your cock as she then gave you a smile and a wink before asking; "What's next?"

"Take your clothes off." You asked as she suddenly blushes and acts all shy.

"B-but..." Seeing the truth behind her little façade you decide just to play along.

"Do you really think I care about what matters to you? Didn't I tell you to take your clothes off, you slut!" Having enough of her games you suddenly grab the single strap of her top before pulling it off.

The jiggle on her breast was majestic the moment they were released, this caused a blush from Sakura as she tries to cover them up.

"Now you're gonna be embarrassed? You have gotta be kidding me. I've been ignoring it but I can see the sluttiness in you." You honestly don't know where you're getting all of this but she doesn't seem to mind even when you swat away her arm that's covering her breast.

"W-what a-are you doing?!" Sakura panics as you slid your member in between her orbs.

Despite her pathetic acts of resistance, she's actually the one pressing her breast together giving you a better feel of her ridge, along with her spit on your cock that helps ease up the thrusts you're currently doing.

"Y-yeah, that's right you slut." You groan as Sakura keeps the contraption on your length.

It was a sight of a lifetime but it only gets better from here. When all of a sudden she starts squirming on her knees and a second later you see her white baggy pants comes flying across the ring.

You took a peek to see her white underwear forming a wet spot right in the middle of it and that's when you knew you had this right in the bag.

Her breasts were smooth and supple, but before you even realize it you're getting closer and closer to your climax, while Sakura looks like she's just getting started still squirming on her knees.

Of course you don't want to spoil the fun so you regretfully pull out of her ridge. This earns you a whine of disappointment from Sakura as she just kneeled there waiting for what else you're planning to do.

"One!" Her eyes widened, it's as though her instinct was ready that she quickly took a stance and grappled with you.

"Five!" You did a sweep that took Sakura off her feet and you then flipped her over.

Now in all fours Sakura's face was bright red though it didn't stop her from sticking up her rear-end for a better angle, then again your member twitched at sight of her glorious backside.

"W-what a-are you doin–mhhmm." Her cry was like music to your ears as you start to tease her clothed holes.

"Isn't this what you want?" You asked before shifting aside the stupid cloth obstructing her core.

"Nnnhhnngg!" An airy moan was the best response you could ever get from her in that current state.

"F-fuck!" Sakura screams before digging her face on the mat to try and muffle her moans as your tongue explores her core.

Addicting is the only way to describe it, maybe it's her fem-wash and sweat mixing, maybe it's the surprisingly pleasant humidity of the night or maybe it's just Sakura overall but you're addicted.

Obsessing over her taste, the way her moans sound when it reaches your ears, the way her body arches downward, the way her face contorts each lick and suck you deliver to her submerged core.

This isn't even wrestling anymore you're just lapping her up and yet she's not complaining, well she wouldn't be able to even if she wanted to, since only airy gasps and occasional curses are the only thing that's coming out of her lips.

"F–fuck me p-please!" In the midst of your feast you've manage to hear Sakura's needy voice.

For most of the time you've been eating her up she did form a few words but not to this degree and that alone made you stop, in which even she was annoyed but Sakura knows her needs and now she needs a little bit more than your mouth.

"You want me to what?" You know your cards and you're gonna play them.

Sakura though stayed on all fours wiggling her ass in front of you, giving you a good enough answer to your question but you're not gonna give it to her that easy.

"Three!" You shouted and she quickly picks herself up giving you an arm for an irishwhip to the corner turnbuckle.

You're honestly impressed by Sakura's ability to switch from being a slut to a professional in a fraction of a second. However that doesn't change the fact that you're so turned on seeing how she's still kayfabing hitting the turnbuckle. Shortly you followed and stare at Sakura who's using the ropes as supports just then as if there's a light bulb lit up in your head and you had this ridiculous idea.

Gently lifting her head up to see her needy eyes was beaming with lust, you then brought your lips next to her ears and whispered; "brace yourself."

You spread her arms putting them over the rope that helps her chest get pushed up. Gosh she's sneakily voluptuous.

Seeing her eyes burning with desire you then deliver a knife edge chop across her chest. A whipping sound echoes through the whole ring as Sakura winces as she slowly falls on the apron.

You'd feel bad seeing her riding in pain but you can't specially when Sakura's fucking dripping off her snatch, with that you can clearly say that this girl is really something else.

"Come here." Aggressively getting her up to a standing position.

Once more placing her arms up the ropes for a better support you then took one of her leg placing it on top of the middle rope and so is with the other one.

You honestly thought that your night couldn't get any more better as you look at Sakura squirming, widespread on the corner turnbuckle of the ring, her panties are just useless at this point due to the fact that they're completely soaked with her juices.

"W–wait, what's t-this?" Sakura then again making it seem like she didn't like the position she's currently in.

"Oh, so you're still keeping that shit act. We'll see." You're not having none of it as you position yourself right in front of her.

A long moan then rips through the air, as you rub your rod on her clothed, drenched core. You can clearly see her clutching on the ropes with her whole might.

Not really wanting to tease her any further, you move aside the useless cloth and pushed your self inside her, well there wasn't even an ounce of effort you had to give, that's how wet she is.

"F–fuck! Uugghh! You fuckin~!" Her sounds of pleasure melts into a high-pitched screech as you start pumping in and out of her.

You can clearly see the red markings forming on her hand as she tries her best to hold on while you're just hammering your whole length balls deep into her. Sakura who's now a moaning mess starts to shake, you're aware that she's currently riding on her orgasm, you stopped and took a step back.

"Haaaa–! Holy shi–!" This is ridiculous, she couldn't even complete a sentence for god's sake.

You gently lifted her head for a bit before delivering another knife edge chop that once more echoes through the whole room.

"J-just finish me... Finish in me please?" Her last plea as her core drips her juices out.

If a finish is what she wants, that's what she's getting. You removed both her legs and arms from the ropes before support her whole weight as she just went limp from all of the pleasure and pain she was in.

"Powerbomb to a jack-knife pin." You whispered as she did her best to recollect herself.

You then pushed her towards the rope before lifting her up to your shoulder, her core was inches away from your face and you just said fucking before pushing her all the way through getting a few licks in.

Once again Sakura plays the pro-card delivering punches on your head to try and breakaway, however you've had enough and drove her spine first on the canvas.

Without letting go of her legs you brought them up to your shoulders with her calves wrestling right next to your face, you once more moved her panty aside and penetrated her.

You won't lie it has been a long and arduous night but god was it one to remember, as you savour her walls clenching your member as you slam yourself inside her. Wet and loud slaps of flesh are the only thing that can be heard as Sakura's voice have complete been silence due to her exhausted state.

By each slams you can feel your balls tightening and it's only a few pumps away to your climax as you whisper to Sakura; "W-where d-do you want i-it again?"

"I-inside p-please! Ah fuck– I'm cumming!"

A groan from the two of you syncs so are your orgasms, her core flooding with the mixtures of both of your fluids there's nothing else hotter than this.

After almost an eternity of riding in pure pleasure, you finally pulled out and came oozing out of Sakura is pure warm love juice.

You two laid in the middle of the ring too spent to even think of anything else. It took both of you almost 5 minutes to finally recover from your highs.

"Woah." You exclaimed and suddenly hear a small chuckle coming from Sakura.

As she slowly slithers her way to cuddle with you, resting her head on your chest as she hugs your sweaty torso.

"Was I too rough?" You're seriously concerned though, after realizing what you've done to her.

"Nah, you're good..." She smiled before placing a kiss on your cheek.

"It's wrestling." She added as the two of you cuddled naked in the middle of the ring.

#le sserafim #le sserafim smut #sakura smut #miyawaki sakura #sakura #male reader

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purplegirl20 · 1 year

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New Year Warm up

Pairing: Damian Priest x Self-Insert (Me)

Summary: Damian and I decided to start our New Year with a bang

Warning: Smut (18+)

Tagging:@ghoulsister1 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @babiidee28 @sparkleva25 @alicejoaquin1990 @vintage-pvssy @ashkrystal @theworldofotps @nyc-kyra-93 @ziasaph @priestparty @queenzay @sultryfandoms @auburnwrites @windhamsrotunda@rheaanddamianfan@theclawdeen1442@tmt-77@blueberryomega@ironshamelessyouth@lisashield @goneaway4now

Note: I hope you enjoy my story. This story was kind of last minute since I'm writing this before wrestle kingdom 17. I hope you still enjoy my story.

January 4th:

It was a quiet Wednesday morning. Damian decided to visit me after his long WWE holiday tour.

He quickly unlocked the door and went inside of my house.

Damian: Mija. Are you there? I just want to say Happy New Year.

He hear no response from me.

Damian: Hello?

He walks towards the my bedroom and saw me, snoozing in bed with my laptop next to me.

Damian:(sighs) Mija.

He then get into bed and hold me tight.

Shaynell:(snoring)

He chuckled in amusement and kiss me on the forehead.

Shaynell:(groggy) Huh?

Damian:(chuckling) Good morning Mija.

Shaynell:(yawns) Bunuelos? Since when you got here?

Damian: About 2 seconds ago.

Shaynell:(yawns) Oh.

He smirks and gave me a peck on the lips.

Damian: What were you doing?

Shaynell: I was watching Wrestle Kindgom 17. I wanted to see Kenny Omega vs Will Ospreay and the Muta's final match in New Japan.

Damian: You stay up that late? Jesus Christ!

Shaynell:(yawns) I just finished watching it like 2 hours ago.

Damian: Wow.

Shaynell:(yawns) Yea. Since I stay up late, I may do the graveyard shift later tonight to recoup my time. I'll get myself ready.

Before I could get out of bed, Damian grabs my wrists.

Damian: Mija. Don't push yourself. Come relax with your precious bunuelos. It the new year.

He dragged me back to bed and entrapped me in a bear hug.

Shaynell:(gasp) Damian.

He smirks and passionately kissed on the lips, making me flustered.

Shaynell:(blush) What was that for?

Damian: That's your New Year's kiss, my little chocolate cake.

Shaynell:(blushing) Oh. Can you give me more.

Damian: You don't have to ask.

He leans towards me and kiss me on the lips again.

Shaynell:(moans) Damian...

Damian: I hope you weren't sad on New Year.

Shaynell: I didn't mind. I did watch Shinsuke Nakamura vs Muta. It was amazing.

Damian: I guess you were occupied.

Shaynell: Yea.

He smiles and kiss me on the lips.

Damian: I miss you.

Shaynell: I miss you too, Bunuelos.

He smiles and continue kissing me.

Damian: I miss kissing you so much.

Shaynell: Oh Damian.

He smirks and slips his hand into my panties, causing me to gasp.

Shaynell:(whimpers) Bunuelos...

Damian:(chuckling) I miss you pleasuring you while I was gone on the holiday tour.

Shaynell:(whimpering) Fuck!

He chuckled in amusement and continue kissing while he uses his thick fingers to rub my sensitive clit.

Shaynell:(whimpering) Damian.

Damian:(chuckling) You like that? You like my fingers pleasuring that slutty pussy of yours?

Shaynell:(whimpering) Yes! You know I do!

He chuckled and starts breathing on my neck.

Shaynell:(moans) Damian. Give me more.

Damian smirks and continue teasing my pussy.

Shaynell:(moans) Oh god. Please me cum! I can't take it anymore.

My pussy starts to leaked out it clear, sticky essence, coating Damian's fingers.

Damian: Aww. You cum already? Such as impatient little girl.

Shaynell:(whimpers) Please I need your touch. I can't enough of it.

He smirks and pushed on top of the bed. He quickly pulls down my panties and throw them aside.

Shaynell:(whining) Please don't make me wait.

Damian:(chuckling) So impatient.

He smirks and quickly went down on me, causing me to gasp and moan.

Shaynell:(moans) Oh Bunuelos.

I ran his fingers through his jet black hair as he continue eating me out.

Shaynell:(moans) Oh God. Oh GOD!

Damian: I love the smell of your pussy so much.

He further dive his face deep into my pussy, wanting more of my scent. He continue licking and sucking my sensitive bean, making me gasp and moan in sexual blish.

Shaynell:(moans) Please don't stop. I want your tongue inside me.

He then moves away from me, causing me to whine.

Shaynell:(whines) NO! Why you stop?

He smirks and unzips his jeans, exposing his throbbing cock.

Shaynell:(gasp) It's so thick.

Damian:(smirks) Why don't you taste it?

I smirks and starts kissing and licking his thick shaft, causing him to moan.

Damian:(smirks) That's right. Lick my cock like a good little whore you are.

I smile and continue licking and nibbling it, causing him to bite his bottom lip in arousal.

Damian:(moans) Oh God!

I smirks and starts taking in his thick cock in my mouth and suck him off.

Damian:(smiles) Oh MIJA! MIJA!

Shaynell:(chuckling) Look like I'm not only one that screaming names.

I then starts nibbling his balls, causing him to wince in both pain and pleasure.

Damian:(moans) Oh yea. You're so good with your tongue.

I chuckled as I continue pleasing his cock.

Shaynell: You're such as good boy, giving me this thick, juicy cock. I want to fuck it.

I climb on top of him and position myself to bounce on his cock.

Shaynell:(Moans) Look at that juicy cock in my pussy.

Damian:(moans) Mija. Your pussy feels so good around my cock.

I continue bouncing on his cock like a pogo stick.

Shaynell:(moans) Damian! Tell me you love me

Damian:(grunts) Boston cream! I love you more than anything!

Shaynell: OH DAMIAN! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

As I continue fucking him, I felt an intense convulsion on my pussy.

Shaynell: I'm gonna cum! OH GOD! I'M GONNA CUM!

Damian:(grunts) Me 2!

I quickly pulls out and starts sucking him off until he exploded in my mouth. My mouth was filled with this thick cream.

Damian:(moans) My little boston cream.

I smirks as I swallow his load.

Damian:(chuckling) You miss the taste of me?

I smile and nod my head.

Damian: Good.

He smirks and push the hair outta of my face to kiss me on the lips, making me blush.

He then use his fingers once again to rubs my sensitive clit until I orgasm.

Shaynell:(whining)Let me cum! Please let me cum! PLEASE!

Tears starts flowing down from my oncoming upcoming. Damian smirks and vigorously rubs my bean.

Shaynell: I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

My pussy finally coated his fingers with my clear sticky essence. I finally plopped down on the bed, finally getting some relief.

Shaynell:(sighs) That was amazing.

Damian: It was. This is a great way to start 2023.

I smile and starts cuddling with him. He smiles and starts running his fingers through my box braids.

Shaynell:(yawns)

Damian:(chuckling) You tired?

I nods my head and snuggle closer to him.

Damian: Aw. How's about I give you a nice bubble bath and we'll spend time together?

Shaynell:(yawns) I would like that.

Damian smile and carried me out of the bed to have a nice, relaxing bubble bath.

#damian priest #puerto rican papi #damian priest oneshot #damian priest imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe oneshot

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coleskingdom · 2 months

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Laundry Day

Will Ospreay x female reader

Minors DNI NSFW

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

The rain had soaked my clothes as I came in through the laundry room. I hadn’t expected to see Will in the laundry room, waiting on me with a warm towel. “There’s my girl" His mischievous grin, making me smile, as the wet clothes clung to my body. “This feels good” I said as the warmth of the towel and his body heat surrounded me. His hand tilted my chin up to look at him.

His lips crash into mine, all consuming. His tongue ravishes my mouth, plundering and exploring as he lifts me off the floor, spins us around, and plops me onto the washing machine. He sucks my lower lip between his teeth. “I’ve missed you” he whispers. He wraps my legs around his waist and scoots me to the edge of the washer, so his hard cock strokes my center. I suck his lip into my mouth and nibble at the soft pillow. He rocks his hips, rubbing his rock-hard erection against my clit. Once, then twice. My entire body shudders at the friction, and then he stops.

Before I can yank his joggers down he's yanking my wet shirt off and diving headfirst into my breasts. His mouth closes around a sharp peak, and my back arches from the pleasure that races straight to my core. He lifts me off the washer long enough to tear my yoga pants and panties off in one swift move. Then he drops me back on the cold metal of the lid. Will snakes a hand around my back, presses a button and a chime rings out over our ragged pants. The washing machine begins to vibrate beneath me, stoking the rising heat between my sensitive folds. "Oh, Will" I moan. “This machine has been vibrating for months, I ordered a new one, I figured we might as well put it to good use.”his voice raspy and full of lust.

He spreads my legs and trails his lips across my inner thigh. My hands wrap around his wild hair, fingers threading through his silky locks. I'd been so consumed by his tongue I'd completely missed when he'd shed his pants and boxers. He's working his mouth toward my throbbing center, and I'm completely mesmerized by the Blonde head of hair bobbing between my legs. Will sucks my clit into his mouth, and stars dance across my vision. My core clenches as he nibbles the overstimulated bud, and my legs wrap around his hips, drawing him closer.

One hand travels up my torso, and his fingers close around my nipple. He pinches, and a squeal bursts free as the pleasure surges in a direct link to my core. Releasing the delicate peak, he palms my breast, squeezing and kneading until my hips buck against his mouth.

His tongue dives into me as his thumb circles my clit, and my head tips back, fingers scrambling for something to hold on to across the smooth metal of the washer. Its vibrations combined with this man's skills are almost too much.

He plunges a finger in next, and my insides clench around him. Oh, fuck, I'm close. The onslaught of sensations drive me closer and closer to the edge. “Will, I want you inside me” I moan, “First, I need you to just let go for me, I’ve got you.”his words alone wring the orgasm right from my clenching apex. I ride his thick finger and his devastating tongue, hips rolling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

He holds me in place until the final rush ebbs into a faint buzz. Will pivots an inch, just enough to keep me writhing for more.

My breasts rub against his bare chest, drawing the nipples to tight points.

“Will,you can turn anything into the hottest place to have sex.”I murmur against his ear before nibbling on his soft lobe. My hands clench around his ass, forcing him closer. His thick shaft strokes my still pulsating center. He hisses out a curse, his own head falling back. It's all the urging I need.

With the washer still vibrating beneath me and my ass perched on the edge of the machine, I guide his cock to my entrance. “Only with you, my sweet girl.” he rasped his piercing orbs diving so deep into mine they nearly touch my soul.

"Come for me, first." His hands clamp around my ass, and he lifts me from the washer, so I cling onto him. At this angle, his head finds that mythical spot and thrust with confidence of a man who knows my body is his and only his. I moan as he plunges deeper, his hands guiding my hips over his shaft.

Harder. Faster. The orgasm builds at an alarming rate. I wriggle and squirm, the sensations too overwhelming. “Will, oh fuck, I’m about to “An explosion of pleasure floods my core, and for an instant, my heart stops, my lungs fail, every part of me ceases to function. Only the fiery sensations exist.

He drives harder, a deep growl vibrating his chest a second before his dick twitches inside me. My pussy clenches around him, wringing out his own pleasure. Warmth spills down my legs as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His muffled groans shake my entire body, only intensifying the powerful release.

We remain there, motionless, for a long moment, him standing and me with my legs wrapped around his hips, holding on for dear life. We untangle ourselves. “Where the hell did you get this idea from?” I asked, “It was on an episode of Mad Men. Betty Draper accidentally found out. “ his grin making me laugh and bury my head in his chest again.

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elphantasmo · 2 years

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As a el phantasmo simp can I request smut with El phantasmo and Robbie eagles

You got it! It's a bit full of feelings, but I figured it would be fun to post on his birthday. Title: my heart has teeth (and it's looking for something to eat) Pairing: Robbie Eagles/El Phantasmo Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: anal sex, nipple play, pwp, porn with feelings, off-hand reference to Ospreay (one line), use of shoot name. Word Count: 1334 Links: AO3 (consider swinging by and dropping a kudos or comment!) It is under the cut!

“I fucking hate you. You know this right?” Robbie grabbed Riley by the arm and steered him into the elevator. He pressed the button for the 4th floor and jammed the button to shut the door.

“Mmm. But you love me actually.” Riley leaned in to sniff Robbie’s hair.

“And you smell like apples.”

“And you smell like beer. Why am I doing this again?” Robbie pulled his head away from Riley’s constant sniffing.

“I’m the birthday boy!”

“Plus, you said to ‘hit you up anytime’ so I am.”

Robbie groaned as he felt Riley’s hand slide down and cup his ass. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t into it, but it always worked out this way. That line thrown out at the end of every hookup with Riley hung in the air. He didn’t expect Riley to actually do that the first time he said to hit him up.

Robbie also didn’t expect Riley to use the same line back at him time and time again. It felt like every tour they would find themselves doing the same song and dance, each time the hate chipping away. He had grown to enjoy the post-sex conversations with Riley, almost as much as he loved the actual sex.

Robbie shook his head. He had been burned before and didn’t want to get too involved with a co-worker again. Riley knew this much too. They had talked about this before and Riley had mentioned that he totally understood. The aura of Will hanging in both of their memories.

The ding of the impossibly slow elevator shook him from his thoughts and Robbie was glad that Riley had stopped feeling him up in public. He grabbed the sleeve of Riley’s hoodie and guided him to his room. He fumbled for a second with the keycard but got the door open on the second try.

The pair entered the room and Riley collapsed on the single bed. As he leaned back, the bed dipped under him and Robbie couldn’t help but to admire the sight. The dim yellow light from the lamp on the table mixing with the bright neon signs from the other side of the curtain painted Riley in a beautiful light. Robbie couldn’t help the feeling in his chest as he watched the other man pull the hoodie up over his head and onto the floor. Riley’s hair got slightly messed up, bits of hair sticking to the shaved sides. He was flushed a light pink and the tank top he was wearing under the hoodie was rucked up. The folds of white and red fabric pulled up just enough to see the cut of Riley’s abs.

Robbie swallowed the lump in his throat and grabbed his water bottle off the dresser, downing a large gulp of water.

“So you’re keeping the mullet?” Robbie figured starting there would be a good point since the last time he did this dance with Riley, he didn’t have the damn thing.

“For now. It doesn’t look that bad!” Riley sat up, his shirt sliding back into place. His tanned legs were sticking out of his pink shorts. Robbie watched him slide his sneakers off and decided to sit down next to him. He reached up and pushed the hair out of Riley’s eyes.

“I like it actually.” Riley grinned and winked.

“I thought you hated me.” The smug grin only got bigger. Robbie regretted his words instantly.

“I do hate you. I also like fucking you into the bed, so I figured I’d try to flirt for a bit.”

The grin disappeared off Riley’s face and was replaced by a soft smile.

“Well then, I like your tattoos. They’re fun.”

Robbie flushed. The last thing he expected was Riley to try and flirt back. He felt Riley trace the lines on his arm. As he turned, he didn’t expect to be face to face with Riley. He took his free arm and cupped Riley’s face, pulling him in for a kiss that was far sweeter than intended. His hand slipped into Riley’s hair, tangling and pulling slightly. The fingers tracing on his arm stopped and all he could feel was Riley’s strong grip around his bicep.

Robbie took that as his cue to get the show moving. He nipped at Riley’s bottom lip as his hand pulled on Riley’s hair a bit harder. The moans from Riley went straight to Robbie’s dick and he was acutely aware of how turned on he actually was. He felt Riley slide a hand under his shirt, pushing it up to pinch his nipples slightly. He let out a moan that he wasn’t proud of and reached down to undo his pants, if only for some relief. He felt the larger hand slide over his, pulling it into a grip as he was pushed down onto the bed.

Riley’s size was his advantage and he used it to flip Robbie onto his back. He straddled Robbie and Robbie looked up into the piercing blue eyes, feeling a fleeting moment of affection. As he relaxed back, he felt Riley’s mouth over the nipple he had been teasing. The slight bite and tongue swirling went straight to Robbie’s dick. He started to grind up against Riley, not proud of how he was feeling. He felt Riley slide a hand down his pants, wrapping his long fingers around his dick and stroking slowly.

“Mmm. I want to ride you.” Riley moaned as he switched to the other nipple. Robbie cursed under his breath. He had never actually seen Riley’s face when he came and this felt different.

Robbie slid his pants down, his erection laying against his stomach. He watched Riley climb off him to grab the lube and condom from the toiletry bag in the suitcase.

Riley ripped the condom open and slid it gently down Robbie’s cock, taking careful care to make sure it was fitting comfortably. Robbie watched as he drizzled lube on his fingers and quickly opened himself up. Riley drizzled a bit more lube on Robbie’s dick and then climbed on top of him.

Robbie held his breath as Riley slid completely down on top of him. He was certain he was going to remember Riley’s face as he bottomed out for the rest of his life. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Riley started to bounce up and down, his own erection smacking his stomach with each movement. Robbie became acutely aware of how tightly Riley was gripping his thighs and he reached up to pull him down for another kiss. As they started to kiss, Robbie started to push into him deeper and faster. He felt Riley bounce up and down in rhythm and the moans were drowning out any thoughts about what this actually meant.

Robbie felt himself start to tighten up and he reached down between them and gripped Riley’s dick. Riley sat up a bit and threw his head back as he bounced up and down. Robbie gripped tighter and with a shout, Riley came all over his chest. Robbie grabbed Riley’s ass and slammed into him one last time, feeling himself let loose.

Wthout thinking, Robbie reached up and pulled Riley into a soft kiss.

They pulled apart and Riley headed to the bathroom to clean up without saying anything. When he returned, he had a washcloth in his hands. He removed the condom and tied it off before tossing it into the trash. He wiped Robbie’s chest down and then collapsed next to him. Robbie turned on his side and kissed Riley on the cheek.

“Happy birthday.”

Robbie let the rest of his thoughts go unsaid, but he felt warm and fuzzy at seeing Riley smile like he did.

“Thanks.”

Riley let it hang in the air before he snuggled into Robbie’s arms.

“Let’s watch something stupid on Netflix.”

Robbie smiled an pulled out his tablet. This wasn’t the time to have those talks.

Maybe another time.

#el phantasmo fanfiction #robbie eagles fanfiction #njpw fanfic #robbielp #me: fics

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zsjbrightensday · 6 months

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🖤 💜 💕 for the writer asks? :)

Thank you so much! Answering with all 5. sorta nsfw-ish mentions in last

💜: where are you in the writing process?

editing for one (shooting for posted within week.) fixing scenes/rewriting for two. writing (a bit already) and just began for another

🖤: what are your MC names? Tom Lawlor, Zack Sabre Jr, and Will Ospreay (a mix in all of them/some combination of the three. two or three)

💕: what has your favorite scene been?

tom burning food (fluff/no smut one)

zack and tom kissing in side of lobby

will begging and being teased

will and zack angst (i've been fixing a lot and procrastinating)

zack laying beside tom

#answered #wips #thank you so much!!!

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Jealousy 💚

Why is a jealous Jay White so hot? 😂 Thank you @coleskingdom for always sharing your extensive knowledge on King Switch with me and letting me pick your brain all the time 🥰 This story is for everyone that participated in my recent poll and voted for Jay. Enjoy 🖤

Word count: 2,479 Divider by: Me GIF by me 🙂

Disclaimers: Jealousy, cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

When Jay sees you talking to your ex, he lets his jealousy get the best of him…

You, Will and Jay go back a long time. In Japan, Will and Jay often wrestled each other, had corresponding storylines, and even belonged to the same faction for a period of time. Outside of the ring, they were friends until you got thrown into the mix. After being introduced to Will one night, the two of you hit it off immediately and ended up in an official relationship!

Things with the two of you were going well, but Jay sort of became background noise the more time you and Will spent together. He often excused himself from conversations and social events that you guys were at. You enjoyed your friendship with Jay, but you could always tell something bothered him about holding that title.

Unfortunately, everything changed between you and Will when you got the opportunity to move back to the United States. The two of you had several long, difficult conversations about your relationship and if it could withstand that kind of distance. Both of you ultimately decided to end things with the breakup being amicable with nothing but love and respect for each other. Will and Jay stayed behind and went on to have extreme success in NJPW while you found your own in AEW.

-> 2023 <- A couple years later, you and Jay rekindled your friendship, and in no time your friendship blossomed into a full-blown relationship. The two of you were inseparable! When Jay signed his AEW contract, you were with him every step of the way, from the decision making, negotiating, and signing his name on the dotted line. His new deal opened up so many opportunities for him and allowed the two of you to live in the same country after being apart for so long. AEW was lucky to have him on their roster, but you felt like you were the lucky one finally having him by your side.

-> 2024 <- A lot can change in a year, that’s for sure! Never in your wildest dreams did you think your current boyfriend and your ex would end up signed to the same wrestling company again, but here they are. Sure, Will had done things with AEW before, but now he was officially All Elite! The two of you had fallen out of touch over time, chalking it up to having thriving careers, living in different time zones, and simply growing a part. Will had since moved on and found a new love just like you did with Jay. You weren’t worried about seeing him, you were more worried what Jay would say or do to him! His jealous side wasn’t pretty.

You and Will ran into each other one night after Dynamite. You were walking to your locker room and spotted him leaning up against a wall on his phone. As soon as he noticed you too, he put his phone away and smiled! “Well, if it isn’t the prettiest bird this side of the Atlantic,” Will said kindly while opening his arms to you. “How are you love?” Halfway through your conversation with him, you couldn’t help but notice how often his eyes would drift between looking at you and looking past you. When you heard footsteps coming from behind you, you turned around and saw Jay staring daggers at Will. “Well, well, well if it isn’t the Golden Boy himself blessing us all with his presence,” Jay called out sarcastically.

He stood next to you and draped his arm over your shoulder before making it a point to kiss you long and hard. Your cheeks were flushed when he pulled away, mostly from embarrassment but also from the possessiveness of the kiss. Will being Will extended his hand politely to Jay while offering his best “Ello’ mate” only to have the tip of a gold bat placed in his hand. “You’re breathing with the Switchblade now, Golden Boy. AEW belongs to me, this is still my era. I’d watch yourself around these parts if I were you,” Jay’s tone was low and thick with disdain while he waved his bat in Will’s face. “Well, Bruv, while I appreciate your advice, I don’t think I’m the one that needs to have my head on a swivel. You never know when a hidden blade might get ya,” he warned as he took a step towards Jay. “Put that fuckin bat in my face again and I’ll show you who’s era it really is,” Jay become rigid with anger as he stood next to you. He was about to step forward when you placed your hand on his chest, silently begging him not to take things further. When he saw the nervous look on your face, he backed down. “Consider Y/N convincing me to spare you today your official welcoming present. Stay in your lane or next time I won’t be so nice,” Jay threatened. With his arm still draped over your shoulder, he guided the both of you around Will and walked away. You peered back at him and mouthed “sorry,” earning a nod in return.

Tony Kahn had big plans for this week’s Dynamite at Daily’s Place! From start to finish, the show was jammed packed with some of AEW’s biggest stars, including a Casino Gauntlet match that both Jay and Will would be a part of. Your anxiety instantly grew as you listened to Jay telling Austin and Colten about it, the wickedness in his voice completely evident. You stopped him before he went on his way and tried to reason with him, “Please, Jay. Promise me you’ll be on your best behavior when you and Will are in the ring together. Please, for me?” “You drive a hard bargain, love. But what would the others think if I took it easy on ol’ Golden Boy? You’re dating King Switch sweetheart, not King Bitch. While I might not be on my best behavior, I’ll try not to send him to the hospital, deal?” Jay said with a wink. He kissed you on the forehead on his way out of the room, twirling his golden bat and whistling a cheerful tune.

Will’s music blasted through the venue making the crowd go wild at his surprise entrance! He first squared up with Kyle O’Reilly before taking down Penta and Dante Martin. His small celebration was cut short when Jay snuck up behind him, putting him in a headlock and trying to land a Blade Runner on him! Will managed to counter the signature move, stopping Jay in his tracks and forcing him to back away. To the rest of the world, the smile they shared seemed genuine, but you knew better! After giving Will a fist bump, Jay made sure he had the upper hand when he immediately started to gouge his eyes and backed him into a corner. He landed several chops on his chest, Will making sure to return the favor before Jay rolled out of the ring. Around the 14-minute mark, the ref gave the final 3 count signifying Will as the winner! You knew once you were reunited with Jay backstage, you weren’t going to hear the end of how the “Golden Boy” took the W away from him.

It felt like the entire company was attending the party Tony Kahn was throwing at his house! His home was immaculate and so incredibly large. There were decorations all throughout the inside and around the backyard. The open bars located inside the house and by the pool were the main attractions for most while the delicious hors d’oeuvres were a close second. Somewhere down the line you had lost track of Jay and found yourself standing at an empty cocktail table outside all by your lonesome. “Did the Switchblade cut you loose for the night?” Will jested as he sat his drink down. “I’m surprised the bloke left you all alone knowing I was lurking around,” “Ha ha, very funny. He’s mingling around here somewhere, I’m sure. Not really my thing,” you winked. “He doesn’t own me, you know. I’m free to talk to whomever I want,”

It was obvious Will wanted to say something else on the matter, but he let it go and tried to make small talk instead. “So, are all of Tony’s parties like this? Extravagant and crowded? I don’t think the lad spared any cost,” “Definitely! He just wants everyone to enjoy themselves and have a good time. You’d be crazy to turn down an invitation to one of his events,” you chuckled. The conversation with you and Will was light and fun, but he eventually got pulled away to talk with some of the other guests. Almost right on cue, Jay walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you flush against his chest. “Having a good time chatting it up with Golden Boy?” his voice was honey in your ear, even though you knew there was more behind his question than sweetness.

You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and speaking softly, “I would’ve been having a better time if I was chatting it up with you. Where have you been? I missed you,” “Trying to keep the boys out of trouble. It’s a full-time job as you know. I’m here now love, I’m all yours,” “Good,” you smiled. “Right now, I think I’d like to be anywhere else but out here. It’s too peopely, if you know what I mean,” Jay picked up on what you were suggesting and grabbed your hand. He led you towards the pool house, checking every room once you were inside. When the coast was clear, he crashed his lips against yours, devouring your mouth hungrily and greedily. Your tongues danced together in perfect unison, your breathing becoming more ragged the longer your lips remained connected. His hands roamed freely all over your body, grabbing handfuls of his favorite parts while your own were tangled in his hair. His strong arms picked you up effortlessly, carrying you over to the bar top and sitting you down on it.

You wrapped your legs around Jay’s hips, bringing him as close to you as possible. He had your dress bunched up around your waist, nearly ripping off your panties in his haste to get you bare before him. The groan he let out when he discovered you weren’t wearing a bra was low and throaty, but the moan you let out when he took your nipple in his mouth was anything but quiet. “Usually, I’d tell you to keep it down, but I don’t think I will this time. Let it all out sweet girl, let me hear those beautiful noises you make,” Jay growled against your chest. He was enjoying this way too much.

It took everything in you not to rip his shirt wide open and make the buttons on it go flying everywhere! As you undid every one of them, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself at the thought of Jay walking around the rest of the night with his shirt wide open. You knew no one would even bat an eye at it because he was always putting his goods on display! The man was proud of his abs, and he had every right to be. “Are you going to continue to eye fuck me, or can we move on to the real deal sweetheart?” he jested. “I’d prefer the latter,”

His white linen pants were down around his ankles now, his underwear quickly joining them when you yanked them down in a hurry. “So eager for me, aren’t you sweet girl? I bet you thought about this all night, didn’t you?” The look on Jay’s face as he inched himself inside your wet folds was incredibly sexy, filled with pure lust and need. No matter how many times you are intimate together, it never gets old. The two of you were undeniably and completely love drunk off one another.

Every thrust of Jay’s hips echoed through the room as they slapped against you, each one purposeful and deep. His face was buried in your neck, your arms wrapped around his with your fingers laced in his hair. His firm chest was pressed against yours, barely an inch of room in between them. You could’ve sworn you heard a door open, but Jay encouraged you to brush it off. “Someone probably got lost, don’t worry about it. Eyes on me, love. Don’t look away,” he whispered. You felt the tip of his hard length brush up against your sweet spot, instantly bringing your focus back on your bliss. You tried to stifle your moans and whimpers by biting Jay’s shoulder, but it was no use. You were too far gone, more than ready to topple over the edge and take your man with you. “Jay, I’m so close! So, fucking close!” you cried out. You thought the sudden grin that covered his face was from your declaration, but little did you know the real reason. You had been right about hearing someone moments ago because Will had suddenly walked by the room you and Jay were in! Your back was facing the door, so there was no way to know about the events taking place behind you. The two men locked eyes with each other, but Jay never lost his stride. “Tell them sweet girl, tell them who makes you feel so good. Let the whole party know who is the only one who can make you unravel like this,” he encouraged breathlessly. “Y-you Jay! Only you!” He increased his speed as he gave the middle finger to a mortified Will, making the poor guy run away in a hurry! When he returned his attention to you, Jay picked up on the signs your body was giving him, making sure to capitalize on every cue. “That’s it, love. Cum for me! God you’re so beautiful like this,” And just like that, your entire body began to tremble, every hair standing on end as you fell apart around Jay. The inferno that had been building up inside you had spread like an unruly wildfire through every fiber of your being, burning hot and completely consuming you. Every nerve ending had come alive, firing on all cylinders, making you feel every sensation, every wave of pleasure that much more. Jay’s erratic movements gave himself away, his grunts and whimpers becoming more frequent just moments before he came inside you. He filled you with his hot seed, making a complete mess of you.

Once you and the bar top were cleaned up, the two of you reemerged at the party. Will was nowhere to be found the rest of the night, but who could blame him? Your mind wasn’t focused on the missing Kingpin though. You were more interested in your King Switch and when you could get him alone again.

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