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daddyhausen · 7 months

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

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

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

{ word count } — 2.9k

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

{ genre } — smut

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

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

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

ready for them to paint with their desire

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

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

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

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

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

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

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

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“is that right, doll?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

claudio reciprocated the same nod

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was all too much for your mind to take in

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

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

the taste foreign on your tongue

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

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

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

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

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

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

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

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

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

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

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

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

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

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

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

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

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

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

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

and rather eager at the fact.

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

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

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

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

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

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

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

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

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

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

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

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

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

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

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

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

“all you gotta do is obey us”

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

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

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

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

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

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

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so tight for me, little one”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

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

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

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

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

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

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

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

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

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

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

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

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

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

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“could you send me that video?”

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 years

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You Are The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine

Pairing: Ricky Starks x female!reader

Category: Fluff/Light Smut

Word count: 1,512

Summary: When your boyfriend, Ricky Starks comes home a day early, you’re surprised and even more surprised with the gift he brings you. You want to show him just how much you love and missed him, and Ricky can’t say no to you and your loving.

Warnings: Swearing, light smut, female reader but no description of reader

Requested by: @rubyred1980 Hope you enjoy it! ❤️

You can find the original request post here!

A/N: Since you let me pick, I chose Ricky Starks because I’ve been on a Ricky kick lately, and I’ve also wrote a couple for Wheeler Yuta, and I only have one fic for Ricky. Also, yes I did title this after a line in Taylor Swift’s song Mine.

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Music was blaring from your phone as you cleaned — more like putting on a concert for your invisible audience. Using the broom as a microphone, you belted out the lyrics to your favorite song all while dancing around the living room. With every song that came on, you fell deeper and deeper into your own little world, not noticing the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway or the jingling of keys as the front door opened.

Ricky had pulled a few strings and made a few promises in order to come home a day earlier than originally planned, but it was worth it, especially when he entered the house only to see you singing and dancing like you were a superstar. In Ricky’s eyes, you were — even if you disagreed. He stood in the doorway of the living room, smiling ear to ear and watching you put on the show of a lifetime. He couldn’t fathom how he got so lucky.

You jumped, heart stopping momentarily when you finally turned around to see Ricky leaning against the doorframe. “Please continue. I’m enjoying the show, baby.” Ricky grinned as he gestured for you to continue with your performance.

Once the realization of Ricky really and truly being home sank in, you dropped the broom and rushed to him. You threw your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “I missed you.” You mumbled.

Ricky wrapped one arm around your waist while he cradled the back of your head with his free hand. He had his face buried in the crook of your neck as well. “I missed you too, love.” He whispered.

You gently pulled back to look Ricky in the eyes, those beautiful dark brown eyes that you always get lost in. “Wait….. I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow?” You questioned as it hit you he was home a day early. “Not that I’m complaining, I’m just confused.” You clarified, not wanting him to think you didn’t want home him so soon.

Ricky chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, beautiful. All it took was a few promises.” He shrugged, leading you to the couch. “Here, sit. I brought you a surprise. You’re gonna love it!” Ricky exclaimed. He couldn’t wait for you to see his gift. As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to get it for you, it practically screamed your name.

“But wait, Ricky. What promises did you have to make?” You called after him, but it was too late, he was already out of the room and digging through his bag. You didn’t expect Ricky to get you anything — you never do, but he always does even if it is just a keychain from a gas station.

“Close your eyes! And no peaking!” He yells once he finally finds the little box containing your surprise. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you open the box.

You two have been together for almost four years, and neither one of you could be any happier. There was instantly a connection between the two of you when you met all those years ago — not exactly the whole love at first sight cliché but something else.

You covered your eyes with your hands like Ricky asked. “Wanna give me a hint?” You asked, hearing his footsteps approaching. You were indifferent to surprises, on one hand you liked them because it meant whoever was surprising you thought about you, but on the other you didn’t like them because you got anxious about it — what if you didn’t like it or what if it was expensive? You hated people spending a bunch of money on you, and regardless how often you told Ricky, he always replied with telling you that you were worth every penny.

You felt the couch dip beside you, indicating Ricky had joined you. “Okay. Open your eyes.” You heard him say softly.

Removing your hands from your eyes and opening them, you see a small box in his hands. You gasped, pausing momentarily before turning to look Ricky in the eyes. “Ricky…. What is this?” You cautiously ask.

“Open it and find out!” Ricky urges. His reaction makes you think he’s more excited than you are — and he one hundred percent is.

“Okay! Okay!” You laugh, giving in and opening the small box. You gasp once more, seeing the beautiful bracelet he bought for you. It was a silver charm bracelet with the cutest music inspired charms on it. You couldn’t take your eyes off it. “Oh Ricky…. I love it!” You exclaimed after a minute, finally trusting your voice to speak. You were overwhelmed with emotion, a huge smile on your face and watery eyes. Looking up at Ricky, you see his smile matches yours, and with no hesitation, you pull him in for a love filled kiss — the first kiss since he’s come home.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Ricky clips the bracelet on your wrist. “I know how much you love music — singing, writing, playing, dancing, all of it. Your personal concerts are my favorite.” He fondly recalls the countless memories. “What do you say we put on some music, and I’ll be your backup singer and backup dancer?” Ricky suggested, standing and flipping through his phone to his music app and pressing shuffle.

To both your surprise, a slow love ballad comes on. Giggling and feeling like the luckiest woman in the world, you stand and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. Ricky wraps his arms around you as well and begins to sway the both of you. As the song continues, it builds and soon Ricky’s twirling you around the room. No slow dance is complete without a dip, and no dip is complete without a kiss.

Helping you back upright, your eyes lock with Ricky’s. “Kiss me again, but this time, don’t stop.” You whisper, your face mere inches from his. You never have to tell Ricky more than once to kiss you. He always says your kiss are addictive, and he can never get enough. You always said the same thing about his kisses too.

Ricky crashed his lips against yours in a love filled kiss. You quickly reciprocated, not wasting another second. You pull Ricky closer to your body as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel Ricky’s hands roaming over your back before settling on your ass as your tongues fight for dominance.

Reluctantly pulling away from him, you give him the best sultry look you can muster before turning around in his arms to grind your ass against his cock. You smirk when you hear his breath hitch and a low moan escape his lips. Ricky tilted his head towards your neck, peppering it with kisses, making sure to pay extra attention to that sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulders. His kisses trail across your shoulder, and his fingers dance down towards your pussy. You're just getting wetter by the second, and you can feel Ricky getting harder by the second.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” You say, grabbing his hands and pulling him along down the hall.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Ricky teased, eyes never leaving your ass as he followed behind you.

Once in the bedroom, your lips are on Ricky’s, hands roaming all over one another before finally reaching the bed. Ricky makes quick work of removing your clothes and his too. He gently pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” Ricky smirks, trailing kisses down your body.

“Not so fast.” You tell him, grabbing his arms to get his attention. “I wanna show you how much I’ve missed you first.” You say, giving him your best seductive look. “On your back.” You lightly demand.

Ricky groans at your demand, clearly you’ve discovered something new about him that you will definitely use in the future. “Yes ma’am.” He complies and follows your order.

Once on his back, you crawl up him, leaving kisses here and there. “Much better.” You whisper in his ear. “Just relax, babe. You’ll love what I have planned.” You wink, sliding down his body and settling in between his legs.

“Oh fuck.” Ricky moaned at the sight, knowing just what he was in for. He was no stranger to receiving oral from you, and he knew from experience that you knew what you were doing, leaving him completely blissed out once you finally finished.

“When I’m done, you can do whatever you want to me. I think that’s more than a fair trade, don’t you?” You said, before gently kisses the tip of cock.

“Yes… oh fuck, yes it is.” He groaned, head falling onto the pillow.

“Get comfortable, babe. I’m going to be here for a while.” You inform him, hearing his breathing instantly become heavy at your words.

Ricky was in for the night of his life, and he was glad it was with you.

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Day 20 🎃 Dirty Dancing & Mirror Sex

BCC x f/Reader (18+)

Requested by @maeleelee

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. Oral (m receiving) anal, creme pies, dp. MMFMMM . NSFW under the cut

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

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it.

The room was filled with the sound of their moans, my squeals and screams. The room smelled like sex and they are no where near done yet.

My holes are just dripping with their cum. I have lost count at how many times they have all came in, except one.

He is sitting in the chair across from us and has not even touched me, but I can feel his eyes on me.

I felt them earlier in the evening as I was just dancing with Paul, who I have known for awhile now.

We have sex here and there whenever we need that stress relief but never once have we ever brought anyone into it. That was until today.

As I finally got the liquid courage, I was dancing sexy, wanting all eyes on me and me alone. Paul went to go and talk to his friends and I was left alone in the middle of the dance floor.

That was until I felt the hard body of Darren behind me. I only knew it was him because he said my name and I will always know his voice anywhere.

I went to turn around to face the older man but he placed his strong hands on my hips and pulled me against him. I could feel him through his pants and I actually gulped when I felt how big and thick he was.

"Come back to my room Gorgeous. We want to make all your dreams come true." He said to be as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Who?"

He gently placed his hand under my chin and had me looking in the direction of Paul, Jon, Claudio and Bryan.

"Yes or no YN?"

"Yes." I whimpered as I nodded my head yes.

A hard slap to my ass brought me back. My mind was clouded with what they have been doing to me.

I heard Jon groan behind me and I moaned around the cock that was in my mouth as I felt Jon cum.

"Shit, she can't even keep it in anymore. There is just so much." Jon groaned as he started to finger my ass.

Bryan started to slam even harder into my pussy and I knew he wasn't far behind. One, two, three hard thrusts and he came.

Claudio took over for Jon and he slid easily into my ass. I moaned around Paul's cock, as Claudio pace was hard and fast.

I felt the first rope of cum hit that back of my throat and Paul muttering my name. I swallowed it all and kept sucking until he pulled out.

Paul patted my head and I smiled at him, but my smile fell when Claudio changed his pace and was slamming me into the bed now.

"Don't fucking break her." Jon growled out.

"She can take it. Can't you sweetheart?" The once quiet voice in the corner finally said.

"Yes." I whimpered out as my vision became blurry with the tears that have now formed in my eyes from the pleasure.

They each took turns fucking my different holes, but never Darren. He was still in the corner watching and waiting.

I didn't notice when he finally moved. I didn't notice when the bed dipped. I didn't notice when the hands gripping my hands moved me until I was laying across his body.

"My turn." He growled in my ear and then he thrust up into me. I held on as he used me to finally finish what he has been holding off for hours now.

I cried out his name as I came hard around his cock. The others were standing around us, jerking themselves off as they watched their mentor fuck me into oblivion.

Just as Darren came with a scream, the others groaned around us as well. My body getting covered in their cum.

We were all breathing heavy and my eyes were threatening to close. "Let's get you cleaned up and some fresh sheets there Gorgeous." Darren said to me before I was lifted off of him by Claudio.

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Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader (18+)

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Slow burn, naive reader as she was sheltered. Loss of Virginity. Unprotected sex. Remember to wear protection. Minors do not read.

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

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. Title Photo I got from @allelitewrestlings and they credit: @nkbdpt on instagram

This is over 3000 words. My counter stopped counting for some reason.

Was going to be one part, but got too long.

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist ♡ Alternate Universe Masterlist

Summary: Wheeler Yuta is a Pirate aboard the infamous Pirate Ship called the Broken Soul. f/Reader is niece of the King. While visiting family in Port Royal, the port is attacked & f/Reader is taken prisoner.

YN'S POV:

My arm felt like it was going to be ripped out of its' socket at any moment as I am practically being pulled behind the man who is trying to save me.

I knew deep down it that I wasn't going to get out of here alive. The guards that I am with are only concerned with getting themselves to safety.

This is not how this night was supposed to go. I came to Port Royal only a week ago to visit my cousin Charles and his new bride, Cicilia.

I wasn't there for their wedding since by the time we got the notice that there was a wedding to be taken place, it already happened, but I was able to convince my Father to allow me to visit his nephew and new bride.

He agreed as he believes that we should always show face, even more so to our family. He is all about his public image. I mean he has to be with being brother-in-law to the King of England.

My Father never wants to step on the toes of my Uncle as my Uncle pays for everything for us.

"Anything for my sister's beautiful daughter." He would always say to me and then he would get sad as he thought about his sister.

My mother passed away two years ago suddenly and it broke not only my Father's heart, but my Uncle's as well. The both of them haven't been the same since.

"Will you move faster?" The guard scowled at me as he looked back at me quickly and then faced forward once more.

"I am going as fast as I can in this ridiculous dress." I told him. Royal fashion is a nuisance in my opinion but I have no say in my choice of clothing. I get handed a box and then the maids squeeze me into the new dress.

He was about to say something else, when we came to a sudden stop. I almost crashed into his back but I was able to catch my footing. I heard the sound of a gun cocking. Before I could even take a peak over the guards shoulder, I heard the sound of a very familiar voice.

"If I was you son, I would put down that sword before you get hurt."

No, it can't be.

I finally saw the man who I was only just dancing with less than an hour ago, Lord William Regal.

The Guard put up a good front and raised his sword higher, but he was shot and killed only a moment later. I felt the blood splatter across my face and chest.

My whole body was trembling with fear as I had tears streaming down my face. I looked around and saw that I was alone and there was no one that was coming to my rescue.

"Now my dear, no need to cry. I am not going to hurt you." The Lord said as he walked towards me. He brought his hand up to wipe away the blood from my face but I flinched. I took a step back and he took a step forward.

This little game happened until I bumped into the hard chest of someone, who wrapped their arms tightly around my body.

I tried to elbow them in the stomach but they were hanging on to me tightly. "Cover her mouth and eyes." A gruff voice said to the right of me and then there was total darkness as my eyes were covered.

I was being carried over someone's shoulder, with my wrists and ankles also tied together. I was wiggling around, hoping that he would drop me, but all the man did was slap my behind and that had me gasping behind the cloth covering my mouth.

"If you don't stop moving, I'm gonna put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours." A new voice said. It wasn't the same as other ones I have heard so far. It had a slight accent to it, but one I have not heard yet.

That had me go still as I did not wish to be killed. It didn't take long to get to where we needed to be, but I knew we were boarding a ship. I could hear the waves hitting the rocks and smell the salty air.

I started to cry once more as I just knew I will end up at the bottom of the ocean after they get what they want from me.

"Put her in the brig and Wheeler, you watch her."

"Yes Captain."

Next thing I knew, I was practically dropped to the floor, crying out in pain. "You gonna be okay there Princess?"

"I'll be fine." Was my muffled response.

"Okay." Came their response and they walked away, their footsteps getting fainter and fainter.

I felt a hand on my head and I flinched away. "Keep still there Princess. I am just trying to take off your blindfold."

The voice for some reason had a calming effect on me and I didn't move as he untied the blindfold.

Once that came off, I had to blink a few times to get used to the light from the latern that was hanging in the corner.

I got a good look at the man, Wheeler as he was called. What a strange and peculiar name, perhaps a nickname?

I reached up with my still bound hands and pulled the cloth down that was in my mouth.

"I am not a Princess." Was my reply and he just smirked at me. "Doesn't matter what your title is, you are the niece to the King, so therefore you are a Princess to us."

I wasn't a Princess, my Uncle never gave my Father a title, so therefore I am not a Princess, but I am not going to argue with someone about such a silly topic.

"Why was I taken?" I asked him.

"You shall see soon Princess."

"Please call me YN. I prefer to be called by my name."

"I do not care what you wish to be called." Wheeler said to me, crossing his arms across his chest. I looked away from him as I couldn't stare at him.

Not because I was scared, no that isn't the reason, but because I could feel myself finding him oddly attractive.

There was no more words spoken between the two of us. He went to sitting on the stool in the corner on the opposite side of the room and I sat in the other corner, crying myself to sleep until I had no more tears left to spill.

I was woken up by someone nudging me with their dirty foot. "Wake up! The Captain wants to speak to you." I looked up and saw a new man standing there. I looked to the corner to see if Wheeler was still there and he wasn't.

"Get up." The man demanded once more.

"I can't. My ankles are still tied together or did you not notice?" My eyes got real wide when I heard myself say that. The man moved so fast, that I didn't even have a chance to do anything.

He hand was around my throat, gripping it. I am gasping for air as he applied pressure. I felt like I was going to black out and then I heard someone say something and he let go of my throat.

"Stop playing around Claudio and lets' go. The Captain is waiting."

"Shut up Jon." The two men started to bicker as I was gasping for air.

Claudio stood and picked me up and placed me over his shoulder and we followed Jon to where the Captain is.

"There she is. Claudio sit her down." I was placed none too gently in a chair. The man gave me one last dirty look and walked out of the room.

"You can leave us too Jon. I am sure that Lady YN and I will be just fine."

"Yes Captain." and the door was closed behind him.

I looked at the man who I knew was Lord William Regal. Last night was not the first time I met him. I met twice before but I had no idea he was a Pirate.

"Did they not untie you? Those men have no idea how to treat a Lady. Wheeler!" The door opened and closed once more and I looked to see the same man from last night standing next to me.

I finally got a good look at him. He had dark black hair, and what looked to be kind eyes, but I knew those eyes have seen and done things that I could only imagine.

"Untie her please. She is not going to cause us any harm."

Wheeler pulled a knife from his belt and I held my hands out to him. He gently gripped my hands and cut through the cloth with ease.

He then got down on one knee and without even asking me, he lifted the layers of my skirt and cut through the cloth that tied around my ankles.

I muttered "thank you" to him as he stood. He gave me a small smile and I couldn't help but return it.

"That is all Wheeler. Thank you." The Captain's voice had me looking at him now and he was looking between Wheeler and myself with an amused smile on his face.

"Eat Lady YN, you must be starving. I know you did not get a chance to eat at last night's feast." I finally noticed all the food that is on the table. My stomach was grumbling but I did not touch the food, having no idea if it is has been tampered with.

"You can eat it, nothing will happen to you. Pick an item and give it to me to eat." I handed him some dried fruit and he winked at me as he popped it in his mouth and chewed. I waited for something to happen but nothing did.

Once I knew I was safe to eat, I dived in and started to eat in such a manner that my own Father would be appalled, but at this moment, I do not care.

"Now you maybe wondering why we have taken you. Now listen and listen closely because this all depends on you my dear Lady." A serious look came across his face.

I listened as he explained I am being held for ransom and that I will be providing the hair pin that my Uncle gave me to add to the ransom note.

"When we dock at the next Port, that is when we will send the letters to both your Father and Uncle. I am sure that both of them will be willing to pay the amounts that will each be asked for."

I had tears that are threatening to fall now. My Father doesn't have much money. He has gambled away most of his inheritance.

That is why he agreed with me going to Port Royal. He wanted me to ask his brother for more money.

When I did ask, my Uncle just laughed in my face. "It is not my problem with what your Father has done with his inheritance my dear niece. He is lucky that the King has not found out."

"Now no need to cry my Lady, no harm will come to you." The Captain said. I am certain his name isn't William Regal.

I didn't say anything as if I told him the truth that may just make him angry and I have no idea what he or his men will do not to me.

Days turned in to weeks and we finally docked at a Port. The ship was running out of food and other necessities.

But I will say over the last few weeks, I have spent most of my time with the one they call Wheeler, who later told me his name was Paul. He is the one who gets the task of watching me the most.

"Paul, do you think it is possible for some water to clean myself?" I asked for the umpteenth time. Every time I ask, the Captain says no.

Paul sighed and said he will try once more.

Wheeler Yuta's POV:

The Captain finally agreed to me bringing her some water to clean herself. I had Bryan help me bring down the biggest basin we have before he and the others left to do what they needed to do.

I put it in the corner of the brig and I had to hide the smile that threatened to show when I heard the happy squeal from her lips.

"It is too hot for a fire, so you will just have to make due YN."

"That is perfectly fine Paul. Thank you once again. When I see the Captain next I must thank him as well."

I turned around the give her a bit of privacy but YN called for me only a few moments later.

"Paul, I need help with the back." I looked down as I walked towards her. YN turned around and I moved her hair to the side. I heard her breath hitch slightly but I tried not to think about that.

A man touching her she is no way used too. From what I know of the King's niece, is that she was very sheltered. So any man even touching her would be a shock to her.

"Thank you Paul." She softly said.

I couldn't stop myself as I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Anything for you my Lady." I heard her let out a shaky breath as I turned back around, trying to keep myself under control.

I heard her heavy dress fall onto the floor and she got into the bath. I did not wait for her to give the okay as I turned around to look at her.

"I won't be far YN." I sat on my usual stool and watched as she cleaned herself. I didn't even realise I was palming myself through my pants until she asked me what I was doing.

"Nothing."

"You sounded like you were in pain Paul." I closed my eyes at the sound of her concerned voice. I opened them again and she was staring right at me, well at my lap.

"I guess no one told you about masturbing huh?" I felt myself twitch as she shook her head no.

"What is that?"

"It is when one touches themselves to relieve some tension. Have you ever done that?"

"Touch themselves where?" Was her innocent question. She had her arms crossed on the edge of the basin and she was resting her chin atop of them. The innocent expression on her beautiful face had me feeling weak.

"Why don't I show you?" I stood and I slowly walked towards her. "Are you okay if I join you?"

"Yes." My clothes landed on a heap next to hers. She moved forward a bit but there still wasn't enough space as I slid in behind her.

She squealed as I wrapped my arms around her naked waist and had her sit in my lap. I groaned as her ass was resting on my cock.

"Lean back against me YN and just trust me." She did what I asked surprisingly.

I moved my hands from her waist and moved her hair to the side with one. I placed my lips on her neck and gave her a kiss there. With my other hand, I was rubbing her stomach as I worked my up to her breasts.

I started to kiss up and down the column of her neck. I smiled against her skin as YN gasped when I cupped her breasts with both my hands and started to play with them.

"You have such a beautiful body my Lady. It has haunted my dreams for weeks now."

YN's eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensation of my hands on her body.

I kept my focus on her when I finally moved my hand and slid my hand down her body. Her mouth fell open in a moan and her eyes opened when my fingers found what I was looking for.

I inserted one finger into her pussy and I swore under my breath at how tight she was.

"Paul.."

"Shhh, I got you YN." I whispered into her ear and then I started to kiss and suck at that one spot behind her ear.

I inserted another finger to stretch her out even more. "This is what I mean when I say about touching yourself." I slowly started to move my fingers in and out of her.

Her head was flung back against my shoulder and she was looking up at me, letting out little pants and gasps of air as she experienced all new pleasure for the first time.

"Paul, I feel funny...Like I have to go to the bathroom." She said between each moan and squeal. "You're about to cum YN. Don't hold back. Just relax and let go."

I covered her mouth with mine just in time as she squeezed my fingers with her pussy as she came. She groaned into my mouth as I kissed her for the first time.

Her lower body was shaking slightly as she finally got to experience an orgasm for the first time.

"What about you Paul?" YN asked me as she finally came down from her high.

"Don't worry about me love, I'll be alright." I knew I didn't have much time. The others will be back soon.

YN stood and I groaned loudly at her body dripping with water. She placed her hands on her hips and she scowled at me.

"You helped me, now I want to help you." My cock twitched at the thought of all the different ways she could help me.

"We don't have much time there Princess."

"I asked you not to call me that."

"Yeah, well I like calling you it." I was honest with her.

"Please Paul, I want to help you." I almost said fuck it and pulled her into my lap but then I heard the loud footsteps as the crew boarded the ship.

Part 2 coming soon

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Any smutty wheeler yuta please! Lol maybe with hand cuffs? Like she’s new to aew and doesn’t know anyone , wheeler falls for her as soon as he sees her. She feels the same way?

Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read.

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

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it.

Summary: f/Reader is new at AEW & Wheeler Yuta falls for her instantly.

Paul - Wheeler Yuta

Wheeler Yuta's POV:

I was talking to Jon the first time I saw YN. I heard that there was going to be new costume designer joining us, but I have yet to meet her.

But the moment I saw her, I could only focus on her and her alone. I thought she was the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes on.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. My palms were sweaty and felt my whole body heat up.

"Paul, you listening?"Jon asked me, but I didn't answer him. He followed my gaze and then looked back at me with one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.

"I guess I'll leave you alone. You have to go and see her don't you?"

That had me looking at him. "What?"

"She is designing some of your new stuff. Go and talk to her."

Well shit. I actually have to talk to her? This is going to be awkward.

I am fine with talking to people once I know them but I have never been able to talk to someone if I like them. This is going to be a disaster.

I avoided her for the first couple of days. Trying to will myself to talk to her. But every time I thought I could, I would turn and walk the other way.

But then she started to take over my thoughts and my dreams. I was waking up hard as a rock and had to jerk myself off every single morning so I could at least function around her.

Today I had to talk to her. I knew I needed my new gear so I just finally did it.

"YN?" I said as I knocked on the door.

"About time Paul. Get in here." I almost melted when she said my name.

I stood in front of the mirror and actually had to think about gross stuff so I didn't get hard as she was measuring my lower body.

"That is all. Thank you."

"YN?"

"Yes Paul?"

"Want to go and get a drink?" I know she barely knows anyone still. She just keeps to herself mostly.

"I would like that. Let me just finish up here if you don't mind."

YN and I went for a drink that night and got to know one another. It just helped to cement how I truly feel for her.

I learned what she liked and disliked. Her fears and her dreams. I just got to know the real YN instead of the person I imagined in my mind.

We have gotten so close that we have almost become inseparable. When the other person wasn't busy, we were at one anothers side.

It has been weeks now and the two of us are sitting in my hotel room. I am sharing it with Eddie but he has gone out for the night. I have no idea when he will be back.

So YN and I are have decided to spend the night in and just drink and ask silly questions, which started to turn sexual the more we drank.

"I got one Paul, which do you like more—sending dirty texts, or dirty talk in person?"

Didn't even hesitate. "In person. Only way it should be done." She agreed.

"Can you describe the last time you got turned on in public?" Her eyes got real wide and she looked away.

"You know you don't have to answer that." I told her, hoping I didn't ruin the fun we were having.

"I will but I just don't want you to think less of me."

YN's POV:

"I promise I won't." Paul said to me with a soft smile.

"When I saw the BBC promo backstage."

"Oh." He looked confused and then I felt the tension in the air as he cleared his throat.

"Do you have a sexual fetish? If so, what is it?" The words left my mouth before I even realised I said anything.

"Handcuffs. I like to use them in the bedroom but my partners usually think I just want it for them. I also want them used on me. I like to be at the mercy sometimes of the other person."

It felt like all the air has left my body as I pictured him below me, his arms above his head, his wrists handcuffed together as I slowly rode the gorgeous man.

"Have you ever used them?"

"No. Most guys I have been with think a few thrusts and that is all I need."

"Want me to show you?" The look Paul was giving me had me clenching my thighs together, hoping he didn't notice.

I nodded my head yes and I barely had time to even blink and Paul was on me. His hands were cupping my face as he kissed me for the first time.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible to me moaning into the kiss.

Paul pulled back and I knew from the way he was looking at me that I was not going to be leaving this room until he had my whole body shaking.

I cried out his name as he thrust up into me. His hands gripping my hips so tight, holding me still so he could fuck up into me at such a brutal pace.

His face was buried in my chest, nipping and sucking at them any chance he got. He was leaving his mark all over my body.

My arms were over his shoulders but he had placed the handcuffs on me earlier. They were digging into my skin but I didn't care.

"Fuck YN, you feel so good." Paul groaned. I clenched my pussy around his cock and the two of us moaned in sync.

"Paul." I whimpered as he changed his pace. Now they were hard, powerful thrusts.

"Oh does my girl need it fast?" I nodded my head yes but one slap to my ass had me moaning out.

"That's a good girl."

Paul flipped us over and was pounding me into the mattress. My eyes were screwed shut as I was crying out his name.

"That's it baby. You're close aren't you?"

"Yes Paul." I cried out, knowing that he likes to hear me talk.

A few more hard thrusts and he pulled out of me and folded my legs up over my head and his mouth was on my pussy. Licking and sucking at it as he pushed three of his fingers inside of me.

My hands were gripping his head, grinding my pussy against his face. Then my back arched off the bed the moment his fingers found my g-spot.

He focused his fingers on that spot and I was crying out his name as I came all over his fingers and his face. Paul not stopping until I whined that it was becoming too much.

He pulled away and my mouth practically watered as he was jerking himself off. I licked my lips as I thought about him finishing in my mouth.

"Get on the ground."

I moved as best as I could with still being handcuffed and got on the ground. Him standing over me and my mouth was hanging open as he stroked himself.

He grabbed the back of my head and I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Paul cried out my name as he came on my tongue.

I moaned at the taste of him as I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock.

"Oh fuck YN." He groaned as I looked up at him, still swallowing everything he had to give me.

"Shit, I love you." He confessed at that moment. I stopped sucking and his cock fell from my mouth.

"What?"

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes Paul...do you mean it?"

"Yea I do." He said as he helped me stand.

"Well, I love you too Paul."

He smiled at me and kissed me. Not caring that he could taste himself on my lips.

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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may i request number 23 "I want to forget my name while I’m busy moaning yours" with wheeler yuta ☺️

Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ WWE NXT Masterlist ♡ Your Body is a Wonderland Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. Use of vibrator. Anal sex.

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

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it.

Paul - Wheeler Yuta ☆ Melissa - Thunder Rosa ☆ Stephanie - Red Velvet

#23. I want to forget my name while I’m busy moaning yours.

YN'S POV:

I always got told to never judge a book by its cover. You never know what is hiding underneath and that is even applied with people.

You look at some people and think they may be a bit boring or a bit too sweet for for you. They come off as shy and you have no idea why you even drawn to them.

That is how I felt with Paul. The man who looks so sweet and kind. Who has a smile that can light up any dark room.

But underneath that shy, gentle demeanor is a man who loves to finger me while we are out to dinner with friends.

A man who has followed me into the bathroom to have a quickie in the bathroom stall.

A man who leaves my whole body shaking time and time again as his cum leaks out from every hole in my body.

The same man who has tied me to a bed and left a vibrating dildo in my pussy and controlled the settings as he sat in a chair at the end of the bed, edging me for hours until he finally had enough and he pulled it out of me and fucked me so hard that I actually blacked out.

Oh yes, you should never judge a book by its cover.

That is why I always laugh when I get asked about our sex life. "Paul just seems like he would be, how do I say this, boring." I have been told a few times.

I don't say anything because it is always funny to see them the next day with a new bruise on me from his not so gentle loving.

Like today for example. I was out with Stephanie and Melissa, just doing some sightseeing. We were eating lunch and the topic of our sex lives came up.

"YN, come on. You have to tell us about Paul." Melissa said.

"No I don't."

"We told you about our sex lives." Stephanie pointed out.

"I didn't ask you about them. You just tell them to me freely." I said.

"I can imagine him being almost too vanilla. He gives off that vibe." I wanted to throw my fork at Melissa and my spoon at Stephanie as she agreed with her.

"Well he isn't." I said to them.

"Then tell us something that will change our minds." They practically begged.

I looked around the room and leaned in closer to them. They leaned in closer to me, excited that I am finally going to say something.

"No." I leaned back, smirking as I crossed my arms as my two friends groaned in annoyance.

They knew they lost this round and changed the subject.

Tonight is going to be fun when I tell Paul about this.

"Getting real tired of this." Paul groaned as he slammed into me a brutal pace. He had me folded in half as he fucked me.

My legs were literally over my head as he was pressing his body into mine.

"Gonna show them who is vanilla. Gonna have you walking funny for days." He moaned and the thought of me still feeling him for days had him fucking me harder.

"Gonna fuck this pussy raw." I cried out as he changed his angle. He leaned back on his feet and my mouth hung open as the feeling of this new angle.

I clenched my pussy around his cock and he moaned at the feeling of that. He leaned down and bit and lick any spot he could, making sure to leave his mark.

"What do you need YN? Huh? What do you want?" I asked me as he fucked me.

"I want to forget my name while I’m busy moaning yours."

"Yes!" He roared as he pulled out of me and put me on my side. He lifted one leg and slammed back into my fluttering pussy from behind.

His other hand grabbed the vibrator he put in the jar of lube earlier and as he was fucking my pussy, he pushed the vibrator into my ass.

I screamed out his name at how full I felt. His cock in my pussy and the vibrator in my ass. I cried out his name over and over again.

It seems like every brutal thrust into my pussy, he would twist the vibrator with the other hand.

Paul was moaning my name so loud I am sure the hotel across the street can hear him.

"Cum babygirl. Need you to cum." I shook my head no, not wanting this to be over.

But Paul let go of my leg and I felt his hand on my throat. He turned my head as his grip got tighter.

"I said fucking cum YN." His grip on my throat had me seeing black spots.

"Now." With his tone and everything single that is happening to my body, I screamed out his name.

I had tears streaming down my face as I came and he let go of my throat as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm.

He pulled the vibrator out of my ass and pulled out of my pussy as he inserted his cock in my ass.

He thrust into my ass at the same speed he did my pussy and he didn't last long.

He moaned my name as he came in my ass. I groaned at the feeling of how much he came.

Paul gently pulled out of my ass and groaned at the sight of his cum leaking out of it onto the mattress.

"You good baby?" All I could do was nod my head with a dopey smile on my face.

Paul vanilla?

Maybe we should record ourselves and 'accidentally leak' it to show the world how wrong they are about him.

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#aew imagine #aew x reader smut #aew x reader #aew #all elite wrestling #reader insert #reader imagine #female reader #wheeler yuta #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta x reader #yuta wheeler #wheeler yuta smut #wheeler yuta x female reader smut #wheeler yuta x female reader #wheeler yuta x y/n

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plentyoffandoms · 4 months

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1 Night of Peace (18+)

Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader x Hook

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Smut under the cut. Descriptive sexual acts. Unprotected sex. 3sum. Oral (m & f receiving)

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

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @shawtys-things

Requested by @legit9thlunaticwarrior a while ago. Sorry it has taken so long.

Paul - Wheeler Yuta ◆ Tyler - Hook

YN'S POV

"Come on, you can take it all. Be a good girl for us." Paul groaned from behind me as he pushed my head further down Tyler's cock, forcing more and more of his cock down my throat.

Paul's other hand was gripping my hip so tight as he fucked me as hard as he could. His powerful thrusts were forcing more and more of Tyler's cock down my throat until my face was pressed into his pubic hair.

I thought back to how I got here, with my pussy and mouth both stuffed, with these two men who despise each other.

I found the two of them arguing in the elevator, the three of us on the same floor. "Oh my, will you two shut up. I am sick of this." I said to them as I stood between the two of them.

"Mind your business, YN." They both said.

"No, I am sick of this. We all are. Just one night, just one night of fucking peace."

They both scoffed at me, but then an idea hit me. "I know how to get one night of peace."

"How?" Paul asked me.

"Oh shit. Knew you would be a great fuck." Paul moaned. "You gotta feel her mouth. Feels like heaven." Tyler groaned as he fucked my face.

"I bet she can take both of us in her pussy, couldn't you sweetheart?" My pussy clenched around Paul's cock, and I moaned around Tyler's cock.

"She likes that idea." Tyler said, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaning down, placing his hand under my chin and leaning down to look me in eyes.

The only rule I placed was no kissing, which I deeply regret as I wanted nothing more than to kiss these two men.

"You want two cocks stuffed in your tight little pussy, baby?" I nodded my head, wanting nothing more.

Paul pulled out of me, making me whine at the loss. Paul laid on the bed and pulled me into his lap, sitting me on his cock.

Tyler got behind me and pushed me to lay across Paul's chest. "Relax." Paul said as Tyler started to push his cock in my pussy, making me cry out.

Tyler rubbed my back as he finally bottomed out, his and Paul's cocks stretched me out to my limits.

"You can move." I finally said.

The both of them started to move, gently. Watching me and my body language to see if I was in any pain.

"Faster." The words barely left my lips and the two of them were fucking me with all their worth.

The two of them quickly brought me to my first orgasm, and second and third. By the fourth one, I was gone. I was to fucking cock drunk. I was practically drooling on Paul's chest.

"Fuck, gonna cum." Tyler groaned. His hips stuttering.

"Shit, me too." Paul cried out.

They finished right after one another. I don't even know who came first as they both filled me.

I got the one night of peace.

They can't argue if they are busy fucking me. I may just offer my services to keep them from getting at each other throats.

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#aew #all elite wrestling #reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #hook aew #hook smut #hook x reader #hook x female reader #hook imagine #hook fanfiction #hook fanfic #wheeler yuta smut #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta x female reader #wheeler yuta x female reader x hook #wrestler x f/Reader #wrestler smut

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plentyoffandoms · 5 months

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daniel garcia x wheeler yuta x female reader??? threescome imagine???

De-stress

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Daniel Garcia Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist

Daniel Garcia x f/Reader x Wheeler Yuta

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

Warnings: Some swearing. Threesome. Double Penetration. Oral sex (m & f receiving) cum om face. Smut below the cut

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

WC: 688

Paul - Wheeler Yuta

Summary: f/Reader is stressed about her singles match against Shida. Daniel and Yuta decide to help her relax in a different way.

WHEELER YUTA'S POV:

"Fuckin' hell Danny. You gotta taste her." I told him from my spot between her shaking thighs. I looked up to see that his head was thrown back, his hands woven in her hair as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Gotta feel her mouth, Paul. Shit, she has no gag reflex. Do you, sweet heart?" He proved this point by holding her head in one spot and shoving his cock all the way down her throat.

"Maybe another day. I like where I am, thank you." I said before I continued to eat her out. I can feel her soaking my face with her juices.

This went on for a bit until Danny pulled his cock out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting to her mouth. "Fuck, almost made me cum."

"Want your cum Danny." She whimpered as she tried to pull him closer.

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy, making her yell at me.

"None of that." I slapped her thigh, making her quiet down. "We need to fuck her first, don't we Danny?"

"Yeah, we said we would help you relax before your match tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her with ease. I helped keep her steady as he gripped his cock with one hand and placed it at her entrance, before having her sink her pussy down, taking him fully inside od her.

"Oh my God." She moaned, her eyes fluttering as he bottomed out. I stood behind her, spreading her ass cheeks as wide as I could.

"Mmm, should I try to fit in beside him, or fuck this perfect ass?" I played with her ass cheeks as I waited for her to decide, but I became antsy.

I gripped the back of her neck and forced her to look at me as I leaned across her back. "Tell me which hole before I decide."

"Ass." She whimpered.

I lined myself up against her hole and slowly pushed in, my own eyes fluttering at how tight she was wrapped around me.

I bottomed out, not being able to get the last inch or so in her ass, but it didn't matter.

Danny started to move, being the inpatient man that he is, making her cry out his name. I wanted her to say my name, so I started to move.

Our two paces were very different, but we got her screaming our names. Her one arm flung over head, wrapped around my neck holding me in place as I fucked her ass. Her other arm is around Danny's neck.

We have lost count at how many times she has cum for us, but we are holding ourselves back, not wanting this to end.

"Paul." Danny groaned, letting me know he was close.

I quickly moved back, bringing her along with me, my cock still lodged in her ass, as her and I watched as Danny jerked himself off.

At the last minute, I pulled out of her and placed her on the ground in front of him, now jerking my own cock off, ready to cum all over her face.

She just sat there, a tired smile on her face as Danny came first. She closed her eyes and barely flinched when her face got covered by his cum.

I followed not long after, making sure to aim my cock at her mouth, so u could watch her mouth fill with my cum.

I closed my eyes and opened them just in time to watch her swallow the load that was in her mouth.

"Still feel stressed?" Danny asked as we watched in awe as she cleaned her face with her fingers, and sucking the cum off of them.

"Very much so. I think I need some more help with de-stressing." She sweetly said.

"I am sure we can help with that." I said to her, already picturing her in different positions.

"Maybe we can get Darius or one of the Tyler's to help?" Danny suggested.

"The more, the merrier." Was all I said, watching as he grabbed his phone.

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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So for Alternate Universe for Wrestlers, we have Lumberjack Chuck Taylor, (which is being worked on), Pirate Wheeler Yuta, and Serial Killer Eddie Kingston.

The one non-smut Blacksmith Wardlow x Princess reader.

And now to join will be Frat Boy Wardlow and MC Eddie Kingston.

#aew #all elite wrestling #eddie kingston #wheeler yuta #chuck taylor #wardlow #x female reader smut

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Got those requests coming out tomorrow.

Chuck Taylor ( Smut)

Cash Wheeler (smut)

Wheeler Yuta (smut)

Requested by the beautiful mind of @legit9thlunaticwarrior

And a Eddie Kingston one (fluff)

#aew #all elite wrestling #chuck taylor #wheeler yuta #cash wheeler #wrestling smut requests #x female reader #reader insert #wrestlers x female reader smut #eddie kingston #eddie kingston fluff

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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No one asked for a Pirate Wheeler Yuta smut, but we are getting one. Be prepared people

#aew #all elite wrestling #wheeler yuta #wheeler yuta x female reader #wheeler yuta smut #alternate timelines #alternate universe

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daddyhausen · 7 months

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• you and me, forevermore •

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{ summary } — dustin has feelings of self doubt after you were forced to watch him get attacked during that parking lot brawl.

{ warnings } — injury, blood, forced to watch, hurt/comfort, soft sex, praise, fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, male + female orgasms, multiple orgasms, squirting vaginal creampie, internal cumshot

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{ pairing } — fem!reader x chuck taylor

{ genre } — hurt/comfort, smut

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your blood ran cold at the sight. the carnage that unfolded behind only a single wall from you. you stared in horror at the monitor, throat running dry upon seeing your brother drenched in his own blood, trent’s eyes glazed over, deep browns seeming so lifeless as his head was slammed into the hood of a car by a vicious jon moxley. you winced, a pseudo-feeling as if your own head had collided with the exterior, watching the blood trickle down your brother's skull.

“oh god, i can’t look…” you muttered to yourself shying away into the shoulder of an equally worried orange cassidy, whose eyes, although covered by his sunglasses, displayed the same expression of shock and horror, his eyebrows knitted together, lips forming into a disgusted scowl. he kept a hand firmly around your shoulder, a comforting, protective hold, squeezing tightly with reassurance.

“jesus…” orange muttered under his breath, the sound mixed with a gasp of some sort. despite the horrors that played out on the monitor, and the desire to keep your eyes averted from the screen, not wanting to face whatever it showed. despite that you looked anyway upon feeling orange’s arm tense up around you.

you peered up, eyes widening and instantly welling over with tears, a gasp barely squeaked from your throat. there dustin laid, his head encapsulated in a pool of his own blood, the crimson mask washed over his peachy-tan skin, eyes half rolled back in his skull, looking half dead himself. an enraged wheeler yuta hovered over him, screwdriver in hand, a gleeful moxley watched on as his protege drove the weapon deeper into dustin’s forehead.

dustin had spared his former student from a beating, he still held love for the boy he once trained. the same could not be said for wheeler, who did not hesitate, fueled by anger and hatred, his former mentor’s blood now dripping through the cracks in his fingers.

“i…i need to go out there-“

“are you insane, what if you get hurt?!” a normally mellow orange cassidy spoke up in a fit of worry, the arm that was once wrapped around your shoulder now tightly clenched around your wrist, holding you back from aiding your brother and your fiancé.

“i could care less about myself right now!”

you ripped your arm from orange’s grasp in a state of panic, desperate in aiding the two men you cared most about in this world. the act left orange perplexed for a moment, watching on as you tried to decipher the halls and corridors that led to the entrance of the parking lot. he admired your courage no matter how stupid the situation seemed, he surely knew that dustin and trent would have his head if anything were to happen to you.

you were on autopilot, vision blurry through a cascading waterfall of tears, mind hazy with possibilities of what horrors could have happened to your brother and beloved. the bellows of the crowd drew closer, a foggy light emitting from the parking lot entrance followed by the thunderous sound of metal clashing against concrete. with a panicked orange cassidy hot on your tail, you turned the corner, greeted by the sight you had witnessed mere moments ago on the monitor. your brother the closest to you, claudio looming over like a dark cloud while trent writhed in his own blood.

you froze, feet felt as if they’d been glued to the floor the only thing that you could do was stare as you brother got beaten to a bloody pulp, how his blood seeped from his skull into the concrete below. sure, you’ve seen your brother beaten and bloody, but never to this extent, not in the way claudio was bludgeoning him.

your eyes burned, breath paralyzed in your chest. a burst of adrenaline hitting you, charging at claudio with all your might, fists balled up throwing careless punches in the direction of the swissman. said punches were merely thuds against his back paying no mind to your desperate, weak attempts at him to stop the assault on trent.

claudio stopped for a mere moment, he stood up, his sizeable frame towering over you like a mighty oak, hands stained red with your brothers blood, the crimson trickle down his knuckles and fingertips to the concrete below. he turned to face you, cocking his head to the side with slight inquisition. you tried to put on a brave face, tried to mask your tears for your brother’s sake. claudio leaned over you slightly with a small chuckle, his breath laboured, lightly fanning your forehead.

“what’s this? come to protect your brother now, have you?

he mockingly pet the top of your head, trent’s blood staining your hair as you gave a frightened whimper.

“aren’t you a brave little thing?”

you did not want to relinquish eye contact, afraid of his next move, although you could not help but notice orange’s pained groans from behind you. you turned your head, catching a mere glimpse of moxley whipping orange with a chain before claudio grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

your body stiffened up, feeling your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at the unwanted contact.

“not so fast, little one.” you mentally cringed at the nickname he anointed you with.

before you could even comprehend his words or even catch a glimpse of your brother laying face down in a pool of his own blood, claudio grabbed you by the wrists, his large hand could easily engulf both at once. he dragged you away from your brother, trent was unconscious, still breathing thank god, but he had not moved since your arrival. and orange…you just hoped mox would stop his assault soon.

claudio’s grip was tight, sure to leave red marks by the time he’d hopefully let go. despite your struggle and silent protest he would not let up. he led you behind a silver car, your mind in a daze, you did not comprehend the situation in front of you until he spoke up again. although his words absent in your ears.

you came to, peering down at your feet, horrified at the sight below. wheeler yuta hovered over your beloved, still continuing to bludgeon him with a screwdriver into that open wound on his forehead. your throat ran dry, feeling an overwhelming sense of nausea washed over you. you thought you’d run out of tears to cry, but seeing dustin in such a state it was heart breaking.

“dustin…” you whimpered. trying to break free from claudio’s grasp, to lunge yourself over your fiance and shield him from their violence. claudio’s grip only tightened, locking your arms behind your back, keeping you secured to his chest.

yuta stopped his assault momentarily, dropping the screwdriver by his side, staring up at you with a sickly grin as dustin reached a hand out in the direction of your voice. yuta’s empathy had been torn to shreds by the BCC; he was no longer that sweet innocent boy dustin helped train; he was a violent, vicious killer, hell bent on causing havoc with every step. once yuta had caught your distress, just as dustin’s fingertips met the tip of your shoe he began to bludgeon him again, using only his fist.

“stop…please…” you begged, voice barely above a whimper, throat hoarse and raw from pleading for mercy. you could feel claudio’s smirk against the nape of your neck, grinning from ear to ear at your lover’s torment.

mox sauntered around the corner with his usual, relaxed demeanour, completely unfazed by the bloodshed he and the rest of the bcc had caused. he threw the fork he’d used to bleed your brother dry. the clink of the metal against the concrete was sickening. he noticed you in claudio’s grasp, begging and pleading over the almost lifeless body of your fiancé. he smirked, a wicked thought conjuring in his mind.

he grabbed your shoulder, forcibly pushing you onto your knees, not quite eye level with dustin but enough that you could see the hope drain from his eyes. the bright green now a steely grey. jon cupped your cheeks directing your head to dustin, making sure that the image of him beaten and battered was permanent in your memory.

“look at him.” jon forced your face closer to dustin as wheeler held him up by the bloody roots of his hair. so close you could actually smell the iron of the crimson.

“he’s pathetic. can’t even protect himself let alone his girl. are you sure this is the guy you wanna marry, miss y/n?”

you remained silent, physically unable to speak as you stared into dustin’s eyes. they were glassy, bloodshot and burning from his own blood leaking into them. they were empty, void of any emotion other than heartbreak and worry. as much as he wanted to hold eye contact with you, a silent reassurance that he was alright, physically he couldn’t, the loss of blood proved too much for him, he was tired, broken, a shell of a man.

“it ain’t too late, dollface. if you wanna change your mind, you just give us a call” jon smirked, rubbing the bloody pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, following the action with a flirtatious wink. you felt sick to your stomach, that and the taste of iron upon your lips did not help.

you bared your teeth, biting down hard on his thumb, as hard as you could muster. not enough to draw blood by any means but strong enough that you hoped it would elicit a reaction from a masochist such as moxley. instead, he only smirked, a sick twisted, almost perverted smile, as if the sick bastard was actually enjoying himself.

“oh would you look at that” jon turned his head, now facing claudio, barely acknowledging the bite. “pretty little thing got some bite to her, she’d be perfect for us”

“i know a way we could put that mouth to better use” yuta chimed in, still holding dustin up by the scalp. dustin made weak attempts to protest the lewd remarks made by his former protege despite the metaphorical nails clawing at the inside of his throat, a disgusting burn that ached every time he swallowed. yuta released his grip, dropping the screwdriver in the process, his body loomed over yours, even more so as he knelt before you, keeping eye contact that you very much would have liked to avoid. he gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“i heard she’s pretty good at using it” that remark from yuta could be a testament to your sharp tongue or something more vulgar. you decided on the latter given his previous comment, which no doubt made you cringe internally with disgust.

jon simply tilted his head, signalling for claudio and yuta to cease their assault. claudio dropped your arms, shoving you to the ground with a rough thud, grazing your elbows against the concrete, you let out a sharp hiss, a sound which made dustin’s ears prick up with panic. yuta let dustin’s head fall to the floor, luckily you were able to place your hand underneath his temple before it made contact with the ground.

yuta said nothing, merely eyeing you as he sauntered off with the other two, offering your brother one last kick before leaving the parking lot. you crawled closer to dustin, managing to make it to your knees and cradle his head securely in your lap. his eyes closed, breathing had slowed. he was a wreck, drained of energy.

“dustin, look at me please…” you whimpered through tears, cupping his bloodstained cheeks in your palms. it took him a few seconds, eventually he let his eyes flutter open. he saw an angel. he saw heaven, he saw you. he opened his mouth to speak before you cut him off.

“shhh, don’t speak. it’s me, i’m right here” your voice shaky, still trying to quell the sobs that raged in your throat. he closed his mouth, instead raising his hand to cup your cheek, caressing the skin. he widened his eyes, horrified at the bloodstain his finger prints had left behind. he gulped thickly trying to blink back the tears that were threatening to spill, instead grabbing your palm, the one against his cheek, pressing his lips to your engagement ring, letting his lips linger there for a moment before pulling away, a sob rose in his throat, the once crystal white diamond now stained with droplets of ruby red.

it was as if you were an untouched canvas and him a tormented artist, every brushstroke of his skin against yours taints you. how could he let someone as beautiful as you be ruined by his blood?

he remained silent as the doctor stitched up his wound. practically dead to the world, in his own paranoia filled trance only brought back to reality for a short moment by the subtle squeeze of your hand in his. although his vision blurred, head spinning with a possible concussion, in his peripherals, he noticed the spots of red littered throughout the lavender sundress you were wearing. a large stain at the end of its skirt. once again, his blood had tainted your beauty. his eyes panned up, heartbroken as he noticed you were avoiding his gaze, was he really that horrible to look at right now? his eyes continued to scan your figure, your elbows were cut and beginning to bruise.

he was overwhelmed with anger for being so weak as to allow claudio and mox to get their hands on you. he saw red, yet was too overcome with exhaustion to mutter anything more than a whisper.

“you’re hurt…and the blood-” he barely croaked out, there was an unnatural rasp in his voice.

“i’m fine dustin and the blood is not mine” you smoothed over the back of his hand with your thumb in an effort to console him.

“but it’s mine…”

you gave a soft sigh in response, silently thanking the doctor as he finished stitching up dustin’s forehead. you were overcome with emotion yet could not bring yourself to say anything, just basking in the uncomfortable silence as dustin failed to meet your gaze. you’d never seen your love so broken, so fragile, he barely responded to the soft tug on his arm as you tried to rouse him out of his self induced trance.

the door swung open, orange stumbling inside, clutching his ribs with your brother on his arm. an equally worried statlander aiding your brother also. she made eye contact with you, offering a silent, yet apologetic smile for her absence. you turned to dustin, who now finally locked eyes with you, glancing into your teary bloodshot eyes with a minute of love and fear. he titled his heads towards the door, signaling for you to go check on trent. you gave his hand a rough squeeze, a quiet rebuttal to his action.

“go.” he muttered through a broken voice. you sighed softly, planting a gentle kiss to his forehead, right on his newly stitched up wound before going to check on your brother.

orange and kris sat trent down on a crate by the door. offering a parting glance to their teammate before going to check on dustin.

“jesus christ are you alright?” you questioned, panic ranging through your voice. “mom is gonna have a heart attack when she finds out”

“mom will be fine, she’s seen me in much worse condition.” trent’s lightheartedness seemed out of place for this current situation. still you had to commend him for being so chipper despite just receiving the beating of his life.

the room fell silent for a moment as you observed your brothers injuries. a cut to his forehead, near the hairline, the other atop his head. his shoulders and back torn to shreds. he gave a small wince as he placed a haphazardly made ice pack to his left shoulder.

“how’s he holding up?” trent motioned his head toward dustin, who sat at the far end of the room, remaining dead silent as kris and orange tried their best to communicate with him.

“physically he’ll be fine…” you began, turning back to face your love, seeing how he had not raised his head from the ground since you left his side.

“emotionally…i don’t know. he’s barely said a word since everything happened…”

your throat grew tight, sobs threatening to spill.

“do you think he’s mad at me for going out there?” you stuttered through your words, turning back to face your brother. trent bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating his next sentence

“although it was a stupid thing for you to do, he’s not mad at you, he loves you too much, kid”

trent pulled you into his shoulder, despite the seering pain. he hugged you tight, determined to comfort his little sister in her time of anguish.

“now go take care of him, i’ll be fine.”

“are you sure?” you questioned, swiping some of the congealed blood from his cheeks.

“yeah don’t worry about me, i got kris and orange to take care of me”

the drive home from daily’s place was met with uncomfortable silence. you helped dustin into the passenger seat despite his silent protests. opting to drive since the blood loss would prove too dangerous for him to drive. he sat there begrudgingly, staring dead into the road in front of him or on the odd occasion at him twiddling his thumbs in his lap. for hours this went on, you chose not to speak, for the heartbreak in your voice might set off tears for the both of you.

you just wanted to be home with him right now, safe and warm behind the walls that you owned, in your own bed cuddled up with your fiancé. the love of your life, but the drive from jacksonville to kentucky was more than ten hours and you were not going to risk the fatigue. instead opting to book a hotel for the night. dustin could not stop repeating the words moxley had been spouting to you during their conflict, finding himself agreeing with said words

he was pathetic. he did fail to protect you. he wasn’t even sure if he even deserved to be marrying you.

you could sense that he was in his head so you reached over to untangle his fingers to lace them with your own. reminiscent of the taxi ride to the park where he proposed. those three small squeezes of reassurance and comfort.

you pulled up into the hotel parking lot. throwing on your cardigan, wrapping yourself in the thick material so as to not worry any staff with what blood still stained your dress. dustin remained catatonic, only responding with simple yes’s and no’s to any question asked. you managed to secure a room despite the lateness and unexpectedness of your arrival, the both of you still remaining distant to each other inside the elevator as it took you to the third floor.

“are you alright?” you finally broke the silence as the two of you entered the hotel room. dustin set his bag beside the door, chewing his bottom lip anxiously.

“i uh…” he stammered. “i just wanna have a shower”

you nodded in response, taking him by the shoulder lightly, planting a long, delicate kiss to his cheek before letting him go. he offered you a small smile in return before hastily making his way into the bathroom. once you heard the door close you gave a heavy sigh, still trying to hold back tears, swallowing your sobs with a thick gulp. you knew he was hurting right now, you needed to be strong for him.

you removed your cardigan, grabbing your bags to place them into your bedroom for the night, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in the small corridor. you stopped in your tracks, eyeing yourself. your favourite dress, stained with the blood of your beloved, your knees bruised and elbows grazed, mascara smeared around your bottom lashes from crying, you looked like a mess but dustin evidently felt much worse.

you stripped yourself. only remaining in your bra and panties as you tossed the dress into the washing machine residing behind a sliding door next to the bathroom. it won’t do much in removing the stain fully but at least it will get most of the blood out.

through the mix of the shower water and the washing machine, soft sniffles could be heard from the bathroom, your heart sank as you pressed your ear against the door, hearing dustin’s muffled sobs from outside.

“dustin..?” you questioned quietly, he ignored you, the sound of his presence could still be heard. you pursed your lips tightly together. stripping off your bra and panties as you entered the bathroom. dustin faced away from you, the water hitting his back as he had his head pressed against the shower wall. small streaks of red flowed down his perfect body, despite the solemn scenario you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

you quietly entered the shower, pressing your body close to his, arms wrapping around his torso as you let the warm water encapsulate you both. you cupped his cheeks, thumbs smoothing over the stubble of his beard as you bared your soul to him through your gaze.

“why are you crying, my love?” he peered down at you, cheeks hot and eyes puffy with tears.

“i’m sorry…” he began “you shouldn’t have had to see me like that”

“like what…? bloody?-“

“no.” he interrupted harshly. a thick gulp rose in his throat.

“weak” he spoke up after a moment of silence.

“dustin you’re not weak-“

“yes i am!” he sobbed. “you heard mox. i’m pathetic! you were the one person in this world i wanted to protect and i couldn’t even do that right!”

he held onto you for dear life, so afraid of letting you go.

“why do you love me, y/n? how can you keep loving me after seeing me lose time and time again?” his breath shaky and hoarse

“you don’t deserve to be married to someone like me. you deserve a winner like claudio, someone who can protect you, like moxley…” he paused for a moment, a look of disdain growing on his handsome features

“hell…even yuta-“

“don’t you even start” you held his gaze when he began to avert his eyes.

“i don’t want claudio mox, and you know yuta would never stand a chance, dustin. i love you, i’ve only ever wanted you. if i were in a room with a hundred men i’d always choose you. i can’t wait to be your wife”

your voice cracked, begging for him to see reason in your words.

“but why?” he stammered. “why do you love me?”

“dustin…” you hummed, pressing your forehead against his.

“your smile brightens up my day, your laugh i could recognise anywhere. the way you scrunch your nose when you’re deep in thought or the way you stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating.”

you continued to praise him with words of your adoration.

“you’re so kind, so caring, to everyone you meet. you’re talented, smart, you’re so unabashedly you.”

you cupped his cheeks firmly in your palms, keeping your gaze fixated on his.

“i love the way the way you love me. you look at me like i’m the only woman in the world, you treat me like a queen even though sometimes i feel i’m not deserving of it. even when we’re at our worst, you never stop loving me. and that is why i love you”

dustin pursed his lips into a thin line, a soft exhale through his nostrils

“and i’ll always be there for you. win or lose. if you’re holding a belt up high or writhing in your own blood-“

dustin winced at the mention of blood.

“i’m never leaving your side”

you pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering there for a moment, feeling his bottom lip quiver, trying to muffle a sob. he gave a shaky exhale through parted lips. removing your hands from his cheeks, gingerly placing them around his neck.

“let me at least prove that i am a man deserving of your love”

“dustin, you don’t need to prove anything-“

“please, y/n!” his voice broke through a slight crack “just let me do the one thing i know how to do right”

you cocked your head in slight confusion, feeling dustin reciprocate your previous actions, cupping your cheeks, pulling you in for a passionate, fiery kiss. he moaned softly against your lips, smoothing the apples of your cheeks with the calloused pads of his thumbs.

“dustin-“ you managed to squeak in between kisses

“shh sweetheart, let me make you feel good”

he angled his hips against yours, swirling them slightly. you felt his cock hardening against your upper thigh, right in the axis of your hip, grinding himself into you. the water covered the both of you, with your eyes closed, it felt as if the two of you were entombed behind the curtains of a magical waterfall. you melted into the kiss, succumbing to the power of him, letting him embrace you tight against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin radiate against yours

“jump.” he demanded softly, breaking the kiss barely for a couple of seconds before diving in once more. you complied, jumping into his arms, your back pressed against the wall as he adjusted himself. his cock teasing your entrance momentarily, his tip tracing circles against your clit, feeling your wetness began to pool against your folds.

you jutted your hips forward slightly, the head of his cock entombed by your warmth, his mouth hung agape against yours, breathing moans of your praise against your skin. he guided himself in, a pleasured groan escaping his lips.

“fuck…so good for me” he breathed out, your warmth finally full with himself your hips guiding his movements with slow gentle swirls, feeling his cock swell inside you with pleasure.

he kept his movements deliberately slow, wanting your pleasure to be drawn out as long as he could hold it. you whimpered into his shoulder, teeth lightly nipping at the skin.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” he repeated like a mantra. “i’m sorry i scared you.”

“dustin…” you whined, trying to compose yourself as he slid in and out of you, hips rocking with your movements. “it’s not your fault…”

dustin hooked one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist with ease, the other hooked atop his arm. the sheer size difference between the two of you was enough to complement his strength in holding you up.

“i love you. i love you so fucking much it hurts…”

dustin’s groans increased with the speed of his thrusts, his hands gripped your flesh tighter, his kisses became more intense than before.

“god…i can’t wait to marry you…” he grunted, pressing open mouth kisses to the column of your neck. “fuck if i could marry you right now, i would sweetheart”

you remained silent for the moment, just letting yourself bask in the sound of his moans, letting them ring and reverberate in your ear. your walls clenched around him, a thick pulse rising between your thighs, arousal churning in your stomach as you cling to him. you felt no need to announce your orgasm, dustin already felt the impending gush of your sweetness, letting himself succumb to. his own arousal, muttering a chorus of “i love you”’s against your skin

he released, giving one final thrust, burying himself deep inside you. his cock pulsing against your walls, pumping load after load of hot cum deep into your void. you melted into him at the sensation, the warmth of his seed was enough to send you over the edge with a pleasured cry, making a mess of his cock as wetness drenched your inner thighs.

he held you there for a moment, making sure that he had completely drained himself inside of you before letting you down easy. your thighs weak, having to stabilise yourself between the wall and his broad chest for a moment. dustin rested his forehead against yours, trying to regain his breathing.

“let’s do it then…” you panted breathlessly

“huh?” he questioned, mind still hazy from his orgasm.

“let’s go get married.” you smiled sweetly up at his. he reciprocated the action, mind still coming too with your words

“wait, seriously? like right now?”

“yes, right now! you said you couldn’t wait”

dustin cupped your cheeks once more, peppering sweet kisses to each high point of your face, tears of joy now evident in his eyes, he stared down at you with such unfiltered adoration. such love in its purest form.

“i love you so much, sweetheart. more than you’ll ever know”

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daddyhausen · 11 months

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• violence. — wheeler yuta •

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{ summary } — despite a win, fury flooded through him, he needed to let that violence out one way or another

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, small injury spitting, domination, submissive x dominant dynamic, angry sex, face slapping, blood/blood play impact play, choking, breath play finger sucking, degradation, fingering dacryphilia, face fucking, oral sex { male receiving }, facials, cumshots, spanking, pussy slapping, forced orgasms , multiple orgasm, male + female orgasms, internal cumshots, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting

{ word count } — 2k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x wheeler yuta

{ genre } — smut

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it all seemed a blur, the motion of his fist collided with the cold brick with a sickening thud, the way he showed no emotion after the fact, simply staring with a calloused scowl, completely unmoved by the tiny chips of red brick and fresh blood that flooded the pale skin of his knuckles. he’d been hardened, battle-tested by mox and the rest of the blackpool combat club. pain was nothing to him, certainly nothing he’s not been through already. still you could not help but stand in disbelief as the uncanny look of rage burned deep within him.

he’d won the match, hell, he got the pin and over kenny omega of all people. yet there was a thirst still lurking, hungry for more violence and bloodshed. punching the wall seemed like the only logical option to let said anger out.

without a word you pried his knuckles from the brick, noticing how the little chips of terracotta red stained his skin, small cuts forming around them as warm pools of blood slowly began to seep to the surface. you cupped his hand in yours, daintily, almost afraid that the slightest movement would set him off, still he remained stoic, eyes fixated on the wall still

“on your knees. now.” he muttered through a scowl, teeth clenched with a subtle growl to his words. you blinked a couple of times, you heard him of course but still could not help but be perplexed by his statement. his hand rose once more, tangling his long digits in your hair, tugging at the scalp, pushing you to your knees before him.

“you playing dumb with me, sweetheart?” his question, although rhetorical, left an unsavoury ringing in your ears. “when i tell you to do something, you better fucking do it”

the words, the actions, it just was not him, mox had definitely taught him a thing or two that’s for sure. his hand remained in your hair, tugging at the roots every so often to make sure you were looking up at him, throwing in a slap or two just for good measure. your eyes would fall to his bulge, prominent, yet hidden behind the black jeans he was sporting in place of his usual ring gear. they sat low on his hips, v-line prominent as your eyes scanned his figure.

his free hand, quick with its movements, undid the button of his jeans. in quick succession his cock now free from the shield of the fabric, slapping his tip against the swell of your bottom lip. he did not ask for you to open wide, instead using his tip to pry your mouth open, forcing himself down your throat.

“fuck…” he groaned out, elongating the word, holding himself in your throat for a few seconds. he could already begin to see the glimmer in your eyes, how they stung and burned each time you tried to inhale a breath, wet and teary, beginning to drip down your cheeks. he had not even started moving and already had you clawing at his thighs for air.

“pathetic…” he pulled back slightly, allowing the smallest chance at a breath, before slamming his cock down the back of your throat with such lovely force. he propped your skull in both hands, your mouth nothing more than a fleshlight, a toy for his pleasure only.

you managed to sneak a glance up at him, through teary, burning eyes. his head hung back in pleasure, tongue parting his lips, mouth hung slightly agape, pleasure dripping from every moan and groan that left his throat.

“feels so fucking good…” he increased the momentum of his hips, keeping your head close as he held himself down your throat once more, adoring the sounds of chokes gurgles and barely-there breaths. you nails dig into his exposed thighs, clawing down the skin with deep red marks. he’d noticed some of the blood from his knuckles beginning to drip down his wrist, on your forehead, he smirked down at the sight, loving how well the shade of ruby complemented your skin tone. he pulled away for a second, smearing the droplet of blood across your face

“you look so fucking good covered in blood, princess” he whispered through his teeth, slamming your head down onto his cock so hard that he was sure to bruise the back of your throat. “it gets me off quicker knowing that it’s my blood”

he came down your throat without warning, pulling away at the last second to let the final droplets of his cum coat your lips and chin. he took the moment to admire you, face covered in fresh blood and cum, you looked even more intoxicating than usual. your eyes rolled back from the wonderful abuse of his cock, tongue jutting out just past your lips, already looking so fucked out. he smiled down you for a moment before spitting in your face, following it up with another harsh slap to your cheek. you whimpered at the feeling, but it did nothing more than fuel the pulse between your thighs.

“get up.” he dragged you by your hair to the bed. throwing you into the mattress without a care. fingers locked into the thin fabric of your tight mini dress, tearing the material from your body with ease. his eyes peered down darkly, noticing that you’d gone bare underneath, skin so pristine and untouched.

“such a needy little whore aren’t you? showing up here with no panties under your dress, you must really be craving my dick” he offered a rough spank to your ass, one that left you whimpering with pleasure. he spun you around, back now pressed into the cheap, thin hotel mattress, hips angles upward slightly, giving him a perfect view of your dripping cunt.

“like the view?” you teased playfully, noticing how mesmerised he was with your void, he blinked a couple of times before answering with a quick slap to your cunt, the sensation made your thighs close instinctively, only for him to pry them open with little resistance, he let two fingers enter you, curling up at the sensation of your warmth, exploring your void. he glanced down between your thighs, noticing how your cunt had reddened from that single slap, how swollen your clit was. it seemed to only arouse him more, offering yet another slap, one which left you a whining mess. as much as he wanted to continue to see you unravel on his fingers, he desperately needed to get his dick wet.

“of course, baby. but…” he stalled for a moment, positioning himself between your thighs, “it’ll look better with my cock buried in it”

his lips parted with a small breath, eyes gazing down at you ravenously, the brown of his irises seemed darker, more lustful, more fixated. the sensation between your thighs only grew, the tip of his cock gliding against and parting your delicious folds with such ease, leaving your lover marvelling at the slickness, how it glistened under the warm yellow glow of the bedside lamp. your stomach whirling in excitement, anticipation crawling beneath your skin. he remained silent, offering you no warning as to when he was going to begin, he kept you on edge for a moment, a small smirk crossed his lips, watching on as you held a breath on your chest

he watched your eyes roll back in pleasure, that breath you’d been holding now a startled gasp being lustfully ripped from your throat, mouth hung agape as a moan rolled off your tongue. he found himself buried deep in you, savouring the subtle pulse of you around his shaft. he gave a soft grunt, his hips snapping against yours with a solid thrust. he’d noticed the paleness in your knuckles, how tense your grasp on the bed sheets were, how avoidant your gaze had become, not due to lack of pleasure, none of the sort. it was a wonderful feeling, it made you feel so lightweight as if you were floating, even with the minimal strokes he gave. a kind of pleasure that only seems real in dreams, hence why you felt as if you physically could not open your eyes.

he gripped your throat tightly, a slender hand wrapping around just under your jaw, thumb slowly tracing across your bottom lip to part them. the sensations seemed to have jostled you from your trance, peering up at him through glassy eyes, as he offered another rough thrust.

“what?” he mocked.

“does my dick feel that good?”

he gave you no time to respond, not even being able to reciprocate a simple nod before he began his movements, such rough thrusts leaving you feeling so full within seconds. he kept a hand wrapped around your throat, effectively keeping you in place for the moment, all the while your choked moans rumbled in your throat, spit dripping off the tip of your tongue as your mouth hung open.

“f-fuck…” you barely managed to breathe out, the word mixed in with a moan, feeling him so violently fuck you out, legs propped up, knees at your chest, he practically had you folded in half, pressing himself down against you, his cock sinking deeper into your cunt.

“look at you, can’t even speak properly. how pathetic”

his thrusts were violent, more so than usual. it was different, yes the passion was still obviously there, yet he seemed more vicious, more dominant. you enjoyed it, evident by the swell of arousal in your belly and the pool of wetness between your thighs. he could feel you tighten around him, it was rhythmic, like a heartbeat, clenching around his cock in almost perfect intervals. moans heightened with every thrust, so much so you thought the other residents of the hotel would surely put in a noise complaint.

“you’re gonna cum for me, right now” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours

“b-but i-“ you stammered before he cut you off

“i don’t give a fuck! you’re gonna make a mess around my cock, do you understand me?!”

the loudness of his voice made your ears ring, he’d increased the speed of his thrusts, trying to force an orgasm out of you. the pleasure was overbearing, making your head spin with each movement, you cried out to him, begging for mercy. you could not even comprehend your orgasm, pushing your hips up against his, feeling your sweet warmth gushing from between your thighs, feeling him smirk into your jawline

“that’s it you filthy slut, make a fucking mess” his voice more at a whisper, still it did not deter his vicious movements, he kept the same pace until he spilled over. so rough, so violent as he came inside you with zero warning, adoring the way you so graciously accepted his seed.

“so wet, so warm…your cunt is so perfect baby” he continued to thrust beyond his orgasm, making sure he filled you with every last drop of his cum. he remained inside you for the moment, letting the warmth of your cunt pulse around his size, he laid his head atop your chest, face buried into the crook of your neck, lip lingering against your skin.

“i didn’t scare you did i?” he mumbled breathlessly, now noticing the dried dots of crimson against your jawline, tracing over it daintily with his injured hand, wincing slightly upon realising his own injury

“no..” you remarked, fingers twirling the short strands of black hair that stuck to his forehead, he peered up at you, his gaze now softer than before.

“i mean it was kinda scary seeing you all violent like that but it was such a huge turn on”

he hummed into your skin, smiling into the subtle kiss he left there. hands already beginning to roam your figure once more.

“maybe i should be more rough with you all the time” he stated, leaving a lingering kiss to your jawline, injured hand coming up to groped your breast again before you sat up, much to his dismay

“let me help you fix that hand up first, then round two in the shower”

his eyes lit up at the suggestion, already making his way to the bathroom

“you don’t have to tell me twice!”

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daddyhausen · 1 year

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last one (i’m going through it) hear me out;

wheeler yuta and 12, 24, 44, 88, 92, 93

but like, under all that boy next door exterior lies a fuckin freak dom

• headcannon — wheeler yuta •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, rough sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, male + female orgasm, squirting, cumshots, facials

{ word count } — 410

{ pairing } — fem!reader x wheeler yuta

{ genre } — smut

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{ 12 } — open your mouth

{ 24 } — don’t be gentle

{ 44 } — bed. now.

{ 88 } — that’s a good girl, you can cum now

{ 92 } — “what if i hurt you? , “ you could never hurt me”

{ 93 } — you can be rough i can take it

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you would have never expected such dominance from him

for you only saw glimpses of the sweet boy next door

whenever he’d make his presence known at your doorstep

now you found yourself under the influence of his kiss

back pressed against the door to your room

his hands roaming your waist

down your hips

kneading your plump ass in his palms

“bed. now”

his words mixed in between small grunts and groans

his size pressed against your inner thigh for a moment

feeling exactly how hard he was before taking a seat at the foot of the bed

“don’t be gentle”

you reminded him as his hands reached down to unbuckle his belt

“what if i hurt you?”

he halted for a moment, that sweet exterior making itself known once again

“you could never hurt me” you reassured all the while removing the remainder of your clothing

you reassurance provided him with some comfort

along with the sight of your now bare frame

“lay back”

he stripped himself bare, his size resting idily against his stomach as he joined you on the bed

he positioned himself between your thighs

teasing your dripping cunt with the tip of his cock

slowly sinking deep into you

“fuck…” he groaned drawing out the word

feeling your sweet cunt gripping him tightly

still he kept his movements slow

for in the back of his mind he still feared that he would hurt you

“you can be rough i can take it”

he gave a simple smirk, leaning down to plant a rough kiss to your lips

his hips snapped quickly against yours

filling you to the brim with his length

burying himself to the hilt

groaning against your lips through soft moans

“you feel so fucking good for me, baby”

he was buried in the pit of your stomach

stretching out your walls so deliciously

“fuck fuck i’m so close” you whined into his shoulder

nails digging into his back

“that’s a good girl, you can cum now”

you could not control yourself for much longer

thighs wrapping around his waist

hips matching the pace of his thrusts until your spilled over with your sweetness

quickly he pulled out, hovering over your face for a moment

jerking himself off

“open your mouth”

your obliged, opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out for added effect

his cum splashing onto your face and tongue

coating your skin white as you swallowed him greedily

“good girl”

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Oral (m receiving) unprotected sex. Remember to wrap it up. Praise kink.

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

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Summary: Wheeler Yuta is done having people walk all over him. He is done not getting what he wants and he wants you.

Wheeler Yuta - Paul☆ William Regal - Darren ☆ Chuck Taylor - Dustin ☆ Trent - Greg ☆ Orange Cassidy - James

YN'S POV:

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest watching Paul, Bryan and Jon debut as the Blackpool Combat Club.

This is a whole different side to Paul and I have never seen him like this. Usually he doesn't take things so serious and is laid back, but this Paul...well he has confidence that I have never seen on him before.

When Darren came along, he had his eyes set on Paul, seeing that he is a star in the making and shouldn't just be pushed aside.

When Paul was offered a spot in the BCC, he wasn't sure and that night we talked it over. Just like we have always done.

"But James and Dustin have been good to me." Paul said.

"But Greg treats you like crap. Look Paul, you have to go after what you want. You can't just stand by and watch has others get opportunities that you could of taken." I told him.

"Take what I want huh?"

"Yeah. Whatever you decide to do with be your decision and I will stand by you. You know that." I told him as I looked at the text message I got.

I stood up and told him I have to leave.

"Got another date huh?"

"Yeah. Maybe I'll see you later. Who knows how this one will turn out." And with that I was gone.

I didn't notice the look that came over Paul's face. I didn't realise how relieved he looked when I showed up at his hotel room only a few hours later.

The sound of the bell ringing brought me back to reality. They won!

I mean of course they would win. No offense to The Gunn Club, but they just couldn't compete with The Blackpool Combat Club.

I was standing off to the side, watching as they came back stage and people were congratulating them.

But I saw that Paul was looking around for someone, and once his eyes landed on me, it felt like the whole world just stopped.

His gaze was intense and had my whole body heating up. His eyes looked me up and down and then he actually winked at me and went back to talk with Matt and Nick.

Wheeler Yuta's POV:

As people were congratulating me, my mind was on one person and one person only, YN.

The woman who has stood by through everything. The woman who I go to for everything. The woman who owns my God damn heart and she doesn't even know it.

Once my eyes landed on her, I looked her up and down, looking at her being so proud of me. Once our eyes met once more, I winked at her and I went back to talk to Matt and Nick.

But I didn't stay with them for long. I excused myself and walked over to YN and stood very close to her.

I placed my hand on her waist and I saw her beautiful eyes widened as she looked at me. My grip seemed to get tighter and I pulled her against me. I leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Come by my hotel room at exactly 10:30 PM YN and knock once." I said to her. I saw her gulp and she nodded her head yes.

"I need to hear you say it YN."

"Yes Paul." She said, almost whimpering.

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At exactly 10:30 there was a knock on the door. I waited a moment to see if she would knock again, but she didn't. Just like I asked her not too.

I opened the door and there she was. YN changed into something more comfy.

"Come in baby girl." I said as I stepped aside. She walked right past me and I put a 'do not disturb sign' on the door handle.

Her back was facing me as I slowly walked towards her. "Paul I,"

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my chest once more. The gasp that left her mouth made me almost growl.

"Shh, want to know why I asked you to come here and you have every single right to say no." I softly said in her ear.

"Yes I want to know."

"I want you to be mine. I want all of you, your mind and your body. Do you want that YN?"

I have no idea if I have ruined our friendship but I am sick and tired of watching people go after what they want and actually get it.

If she says no, then I will let her go and see if I ruined our friendship, but if she says yes, then I will do everything I have ever dreamed about with her.

"Yes Paul. I want you. Always have." It was like something snapped inside of me.

I turned her around and smashed my lips against hers. Her arms wrapped my neck as the two of us made out.

"I need you Paul." YN whimpered.

"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you."

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YN was kneeling between my legs as I held the back of her head as I slowly thrust into her mouth. Her eyes were staring up at me and I was struggling to keep my eyes open.

"Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Such a good girl for taking it down your throat." I thrust into her mouth a little bit harder and she moaned.

"Oh you like it when I tell you what a good girl you are YN?" She tried to answer but her words with jumbled as my cock was still in her mouth, but she nodded her head yes.

"Okay then love, I'm gonna start to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours but keep your eyes on me baby."

My hips started to move faster and faster until my balls were slapping off her chin. The feeling of her wet mouth and tongue sucking me off had me almost to the brink a few times.

But she never once took her eyes off of me. Not when she was gagging or had tears streaming down her face.

I pulled out of her mouth as I needed to fuck her before I cum. "Stand up baby girl."

YN was taking too long for me, so I lifted her up by her arms and put her on all fours on the bed.

I gripped my cock in my hand and rubbed it against her opening and them I slammed into her.

"Fuck!" We both moaned. I leaned down to kiss the back of her shoulders, telling her how well she was taking me.

"Shit Paul." YN groaned and her pussy clenched around me.

"Stop that or this won't last long." I growled.

"Please fuck me Paul."

I pulled out until just the tip was left in and then I slammed back in. I did this a few times as I loved watching her ass jiggle.

"Harder and faster Paul." I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her back against my chest.

"What was that YN?" I said as I continued my slow thrusts.

"Harder and faster."

"What is the magic word there love?"

"Please! Please fuck me hard Paul. Fuck me."

I thrust into her harder and faster until the only sounds in the room were our bodies and our breathing.

The gasps leaving her mouth sounded like music to my ears.

"I can feel you YN. You're close aren't you?"

"Oh god yes." Her head was leaning on my shoulder and I can see the look of absolute pleasure on her face.

"Taking me so well. Like you were made for me. Like your pussy is supposed to be fucked by me and me alone."

Her pussy clenched around me and had me moaning her name. "Come for me love. I need to feel you before I finish."

I moved my hand down between her legs and started to play with her clit. "Cum for me baby girl."

A few more hard thrusts and she was screaming my name.

"Shit YN." I groaned as I pulled out and jerked myself off and finished on her back and ass.

YN turned her head and I gently kissed her as we were still trying to catch our breaths.

"So when is our first date?" She asked me.

"Let's do breakfast tomorrow morning. I'm not done with you love. Not by a long shot."

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