#Pat McAfee smut

[eringobragh420]

This list is open for ALL the wrestlers on the list of who I write for, which can be found here. If you want someone not listed, go ahead and send an ask because I might have just forgot them. REQUESTS CLOSED. ❎ already requested KINKS UNDER THE CUT

🎀 ANAL 🎀 STRAP ON 🎀 CNC (consensual nonconsensual) 🎀 PREGNANCY 🎀 A/B/O DYNAMICS 🎀 SLAVERY (willing) ❎ DADDY KINK (Bron Breakker x f!Reader) 🎀 COCK WORSHIP 🎀 BITING 🎀 STRIPTEASE ❎ CHEATING (Roman Reigns x f!Reader) 💎 MUSCLE WORSHIP (Gunther x f!Reader 18+) ❎ BEGGING (Jon Moxley x f!Reader) 🎀 SPANKING 🎀 HIGH/DRUNK SEX ❎ DACRYPHILIA (Jon Moxley x f!Reader - author pick) 🎀 CAR SEX 🎀 VIRGINITY 🎀 VOYEURISM 🎀 TATTOOS ❎ BRAT-TAMING (Jey Uso x plus size!f!Reader) 🎀 TIED-UP/RESTRAINED 🎀 POWER IMBALANCE 🎀 DEGRADATION 🎀 SPITTING 🎀 PRAISE 🎀 IMPACT PLAY ❎ DUMBIFICATION (dom!Rhea Ripley x sub!Tiffany Stratton) 🎀 KEEPING QUIET 🎀 CUCKOLDING 🎀 SIZE KINK 🎀 FACE-SITTING 🎀 ON SOMEONE ELSE'S BED 🎀 FINGERING/HANDJOB AT FAMILY GATHERING ❎ CHURCH (Jey Uso x f!Reader) 🎀 BDSM 🎀 SIR KINK 🎀 FACIALS 🎀 FIGHT SEX 🎀 BLACKMAIL 🎀 AGE GAP/PLAY (always over 18, probably over 21) 🎀 HAIR-PULLING ❎ ACAROPHILIA (Seth Rollins x f!Reader) 💎 PANTY-SNIFFING (Dexter Lumis x f!Reader 18+) 🎀 PARTNER SWAP 🎀 VICARPHILIA (arousal from someone else's experience) 🎀 PET PLAY 🎀 TITTY-FUCK 🎀 CORRUPTION ❎ REQUESTER'S CHOICE (brat-taming Damian Priest x f!Reader)

[msbigredmachine]

Black Sweatpants (Roman Reigns)

Why did the Tribal Chief arrive late to the Pat McAfee Show? Based on Roman's appearance on March 22 2024. Pat was forced to cut a promo on the fly because Roman took too long to come out 😂

Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Smut

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You knew he would get out there late, and you accepted full responsibility. But given the way you were getting dicked down right now, it was totally worth it.

Your blood-red lace thong dangled from your right ankle as Roman jackhammered into you, his thick shaft stuffed inside your tender walls. Biting down on your bottom lip, you wrapped your arms tight around the big man, long-awaited pleasure coursing down your spine all the way to your pastel-colored toes as he pounded you out in the corner of the spacious locker room.

"Oh, ohhh fuck," you couldn't help but cry out at one particularly deep thrust.

"Keep it down before someone comes in here," he growled. Hunched over you, the wicked gleam in his eyes watching you struggle to suppress your moans, told you he was relishing every second of your agony.

"I'm trying, you ain't helping," you whined back.

"Not hard enough," he countered, nudging your legs wider and making you watch his dick disappear inside your wetness. He slapped your hand away when you placed it on his abs to push him back because he was getting too deep. "Naw, you wanted this dick all day, you better take it now..."

When you ordered the new all-black hoodie and joggers set from Nike for Roman, you knew he would look good in it. However, when he returned for his scheduled private flight to Iowa for Pat McAfee's show wearing it, you didn't expect him to look that good. And you certainly did not expect his dick print to be on display like that. You had endured three tortuous weeks of no sex because he'd been away spending time with his two kids he shared with his ex-wife. So you were excited to have him back, and judging from that not-so-little bulge between his legs, he was excited to see you too. You could all but see it, that long, thick brown cock that time and again wreaked the unholiest of havoc in you, protruding against the cotton material and calling for your attention. But the man had the gall to play hard to get, deliberately spurning your advances, acting all platonic and professional, like the rest of his team didn't already know you were lovers. Never one to back down, you ramped up your actions, rubbing his inner thigh throughout the flight and on the ride to Field House, brushing your body against him every chance you got, teasing him right back, trying to get him to crack. As soon as he ordered everyone out of his locker room just minutes after arriving, you knew you succeeded.

Roman planted wet kisses along the side of your neck, the soft prickles of his thick beard unleashing another flood between your legs. His hulking body stretched over yours, his sweatpants rolled down to just underneath the curve of his ass cheeks for the purpose of this quickie. He was so hard inside you, demanding your pleasure as he impaled you with no mercy, his tempo hot and frenetic from the very start. His big hand slipped from your breast downwards to twirl his fingertips around your clit, your throaty whines music to his ears as your sweet moisture pooled around his fingers. The squelching noise pierced the air that was already thickened by your heavy breaths and his hips smacking into yours.

"Mmm, wet as fuck, just the way I like it," Roman grunted, leaning down to suckle on your left nipple, his saliva smearing the puckered skin when he released it with a wet pop, "I can tell you was goin' crazy without this dick, right, baby?"

"Yes, and yet your punk ass still ignored me all day, too fuckin' busy making your damn TikTok videos," you griped.

"Quit your whining, Daddy always gives you what you want in the end. Unh, how you feel so good all the time? I love it," he moaned, his brown irises rolling back briefly before they landed on yours again in an intense stare. Through the lustful haze of passion, you felt your heart thumping rapidly inside your chest as you looked into his eyes. It didn't matter if you were having sex or not; it always sped up in his mere presence.

You fell in love with him not long after you became his personal assistant a year and a half ago. You worked hard to please him, on the job and off it, and he showed you his gratitude in a plethora of ways, carnal and otherwise. You were a walking cliché, but you couldn't care less, not when it bagged you a man like that. The sex appeal oozed from his pores. He was confident and self-assured and had worked his ass off to get to where he was today. He got along with all of his team, was a decent and fair employer, and was generous to a fault, showering his staff with presents on birthdays and Christmases. The diamond pendant he gifted you for Valentine's Day currently hid between your cleavage he was kneading with his big hands. He was everything you could ask for in a boss and a boyfriend, which was honestly an impressive feat.

You placed one hand behind his neck and tugged him down to flick your tongue inside his warm mouth. His thrusts remained indulgent as you kissed hungrily, branding you, marking you, wiping out everything from your mind except the euphoric feeling that engulfed you every time he kissed and fucked you dumb. He pushed your dress further up your waist and gathered your supple ass cheek in his competent hand, lifting you right up against him. He was all up in your stomach and your walls suckled his cock greedily, holding him in a vice-like grip. The gruff yet sensual sounds pouring from him teased your core, making you need more of it, more of him.

"Awww, shit, yes," Your eyes fluttered shut when he began to wind his hips, circling clockwise and then in reverse, the head of his cock churning your sweet spot, his triumphant growl accompanying every thrust. In and out, in and out, the erotic loop punctuated by the low, husky groans of your Tribal Chief, causing your head to rock back from blinding bliss. "Ooooh baby, baby right there, ahh," you whimpered.

"Uh huh, I'm deep in that shit. Got this pussy feelin' good, huh?" Roman said, his haughty taunts disappearing in another moan as your pussy rippled around his dick over and over. He kept up his grinding strokes which seemed to intensify the throatier and more desperate your moans grew, as though the mere sound of them fueled his ruthlessness. His paw curled around your throat, his display of dominance leaving you a sopping, dripping mess as he made you take every inch of him. You were dizzy, on the verge of falling apart, and your body burned for release, yet all you could do was hold on while this man continued to destroy you, rendering you helpless and pathetic and under his heady spell.

"I'm gonna come, Daddy," you gasped. Your fingernails clawed at his forearm holding your neck, moaning his name as he fucked you harder, making sure there was no way you would last long with the kind of pounding he was giving you right now.

"Mmm-hmm, come on my dick, give it to me," he ordered, barely hanging on himself. He groaned as your pussy walls held his cock hostage, making him swell inside you as his climax beckoned. "Fuck, babe, ahhh, fuck..."

Burying your face in his broad chest, you barely kept your scream muffled as your orgasm tore through you, your body arching, legs trembling around his waist as you came hard. Time and space and coherence blurred into one sensual puddle. His heavy weight almost smothered you as he chased his own orgasm, his eyes glazing over in a telltale sign that he was right there with you. His hips jerked as his dick began to throb and twitch inside you, and you gasped at the feel of his seed spilling inside your walls, his big body shivering from the force of his release, his deep voice exhaling guttural moans as he succumbed to you. It felt so good, feeling him fall with you, toppling over the precipice of pleasure together.

After he finally caught his breath, Roman shifted back a bit to observe you, taking in your face, flushed with satisfaction, your lips plumped and ravaged by his own. You looked damn beautiful, and he showed you by brushing your mouths together in the gentlest, sweetest kisses.

"Happy now?" he smirked.

You grinned from ear to ear. "Very happy, Daddy. I've missed you. Love you so much."

"I love you too, baby," he replied with one last soft kiss, both of you moaning as his drained dick slipped out of your warm confines. You dragged yourself to a seated position when he climbed off you and hurriedly tugged his pants back up. Adjusting your dress, you checked your watch and sighed. "Great, you're two minutes behind schedule. You're not even mic'd up yet," you said, fishing out Roman's bottle of Jean-Paul Gaultier cologne from his backpack and giving the room a few quick spritzes to stifle the cloying scent of your latest sexscapade.

"Well, Pat's gonna have to wait," he answered flippantly as he raked his hair back into its trademark bun. He watched you reach for your underwear that had tangled around your foot and beat you to the punch, snatching up the tiny scrap of lingerie and tucking it into his back pocket.

"Roman!" you exclaimed.

"What? It's mine now," he declared, grabbing his gold championship belt and standing to his full height. You bit your lip as you drank him in, your gaze stopping between his sturdy thighs. You just had sex but you found yourself getting aroused again.

"Your dick print is still showing," you pointed out, licking your lips reflexively.

"Course it is, I got that thang on me," he bragged, smoothing his big hand over his groin, his body tingling from the memory of your delicious warmth. Noticing the heat in your eyes, he smiled that suggestive half-smile of his and tapped your backside. "Down, baby girl, Daddy's gotta go to work. You can have me all you want after TV tonight."

As you followed him out of the locker room and stepped into the cold sunshine, you caught the slightly pronounced limp in your man's walk, his glowing, kiss-swollen features, the extra width in his smile, and beamed with pride.

Yeah, I did that shit.

THE END

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Another short one. Thoughts?

I have a few more Roman ones I'm working on and hope to get out soon.

Thank you all so much for reading!

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[romanreignseater]

Signature Here Please. (Part Two To “Signed Up”)

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: just ABSOLUTELY FILTHY SMUT

“You’ve been waiting for your punishment, and after a tense collision at the Royal Rumble… it’s happening. NOW!”

A/N: Thank you guys for the support on the first part, this is the finale to it and I hope it’s worth you while… cause, it’s a long read 😂😭.”

GIF: @litafan4ever

It’s been two months and Roman STILL hasn’t given you your punishment. You didn’t know where or when it was going to happen. Let’s just say… you were anxious.

“Get ready for punishment, cause you’ll never when it’s coming… and. Anything. Goes.” You smiled and say “I know what I signed up”. “Glad you do”.

Bitch… I don’t know what I signed up for. But, it’s the present day, the 2023 Royal Rumble, January 28th. Roman was going against Kevin Owens in the main event and after a quick trip from Manhattan following Ro’s appearance at the Tonight Show. We arrived at the Alamodome, and were in the Bloodline’s personal locker room. After the kickoff show, Pat McAfee returned home, the Men’s Royal Rumble was soon to begin and I need to get to my seat, when Roman sat beside me.

I smiled as I turned to face him. “You look so good tonight mama”, he said as he examined my tight, white tank top and form-fitting blue skinny jeans. Honey… his kids filled me out, but it was worth it in the end. He then softly, yet sensually kissed my lips. “Thank you, I’m super excited for your match tonight”, “I’m glad you’re excited, cause I sure am”, his face blazed with a menacing smile. “What are you up to Reigns?!”, you say curiously. “Little ole me…”, he crosses his legs, “I’m an absolute saint, I just plan on winning tonight baby”. I could never trust this man as far as I could throw him, and trust me his 265 compared to my 173. There’s NO way I could possibly throw him. “Are you okay?”, he asks me, “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?!”. “Y/N, you’ve been staring off into space and biting your nails for the past minute and a half.”

Well, you were slightly nervous. One, because you’ve gone to like Sami in the Bloodline and was nervous to hear Roman say it was “Sami’s night”. Two, you knew Kevin brought out another side of Roman. And three, WHEN WAS YOUR PUNISHMENT COMING?! “Babe, you know I get pre-match jitters sometimes”, you say shaking to imitate those jitters. He looked absolutely puzzled, yet he doesn’t challenge your reasoning. “Well, alright I’m gonna go find security to escort me to my seat”, as I get up he smacks my ass and I lightly yelp. “Where you think you’re going without my fucking kiss?!”, he says sternly. “Aggressive much”, you bend over to give him a long kiss with a little tongue. “That’s more like it baby”, he said smiling loosely. I smiled back at him and headed out the door.

All Hell is about to break loose.

The time has arrived and let’s just say… it hasn’t been easy to watch. The match between Roman and Kevin started off a little slow, but soon picked up. The referee was taken out and that other side of Roman I spoke of, was OUT. Not only was Kevin hit below the belt, he was speared through the barricade… actually, he was speared multiple times. And probably the hardest part to watch was definitely Hardy’s performance, but Kevin’s head being banged against the steel steps, not once, but TWICE was definitely horrific. Sami’s face really showed what everyone was feeling watching that moment. Roman picked up the win, but by the look on his face I knew he wasn’t finished. The Usos and Solo arrived from backstage and Paul pulls out some handcuffs. They cuff Kevin to the top rope and begin an assault of super kicks. Despite Jey’s brilliant defense of Sami at the Tribal Court, Roman still needed to put Sami through the final test. When Sami refused to let Roman hit Kevin with the steel chair, he agrees with Sami that he is better than that and Sami should do it instead.

This wasn’t going to be good.

Sami just deflates and that angered Roman. It angered him so much that he put his hands on Sami. This was Sami’s final straw. As Roman turns around after telling Sami that he’s “theirs”, Sami did the unthinkable. The steel chair that I once remember going to Roman’s back nine years ago, hit him again. I stood still as the crowd erupted. Sami let go of the chair and apologized to Jey as he cried in confusion. Why he would do this after he’s had his back and finally trusted him? A super kick by Jimmy was soon plunged to the jaw of Sami and the WWE Universe was in utter disarray. Honorary Uce is No More. The Bloodline members soon took turns beating Sami and when it was Jey’s turn, he crumbled and left the ring. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, but I knew the family would come together again. They had to.

“FUCK YOU ROMAN, FUCK YOU ROMAN, FUCK YOU ROMAN”!!

The biggest heel of our GENERATION. Those chants didn’t even faze him as he laid pieces of his lei upon Sami. He soon leaves the ring without two members of the Bloodline apart of his tow. I asked security to escort me backstage, where I catch Roman making a TikTok with Paul. Once they finished, he just walks past me. I scurried to follow them in my high heels. I reached their locker room and Roman coldly stares at me. He then addresses his wiseman to leave the room and they’ll speak later. Paul then exits the room

Still upset at the fact that he walked right past me, I decided to lay it on the table. “Ro, I understand you’re a little heated, but you had no right to walk past me like that!”, I said while stomping my heel to the ground trying to expel dominance. He chuckles as he says something that makes my heart skip a beat, “You remember that little ‘competition’ we had about… two months ago?”, I stood in shock. Of course I knew he did not forget, but it had been so long… “Y/N, answer me… NOW. Do you remember?!”, he slowly stood up and walked towards me. “Ye-s-s”, he stared into my eyes and smirked. He turned his back to me and went into his bag. He pulled out a rolled up piece of paper with his right hand, and grabbed my wrist with his left. He let the paper fall loose on the table in front of us.

“Sign your name here please.”, with no emotion to his face. “What is it?!”, you said confused. He lets out a deep breath and says, “Your punishment is laid out in this contract, that I have been meticulously planning for the past month now. Everything that I’ll do to you TONIGHT is all here.” I couldn’t believe my ears, what does he mean contract?! He hands me a pen, as I begin to read the short contract. At the top it says “PUNISHMENT CONTRACT” in bold letters, the body of this contract is just bullet points that say:

Bondage

Edging

Overstimulation

Cockwarming

Spanking

And… a WHOLE lot of hard fucking.

Sign signature below if you agree with conditions above:

X __________________________

P.S. no FOREPLAY

This was too much. Why NOW?! I hesitate as the pen in my hand is sure to snap due to my grip and sheer stress. He whispers in my ear, “Don’t let your mind grow out of proportion, just signnn on the dotted lineee”. I couldn’t say no, so I did it. He smiled and called our chauffeur. We soon end up at the hotel in the presidential suite. The car ride was torture as he counted from 1 to 2.9, describing the way he would edge me, like how he was nearly pinned in about 2.9999 seconds. I stand in front of the bed facing him as he demands me to remove my tank top, jeans, and panties. But, he wants my heels to stay on. I lay on the bed and spread my legs, but he smacks my thigh HARD and says, “The contract specifically said, NO FOREPLAY! We gettin’ straight to it. Ass up, face down…. NOW!” I complied with the Chief’s orders and assumed the position. I hear him laugh behind me and then, the sound of a belt being undone hits my ears.

“You better count bitch, cause I ain’t,”~SMACK~, “STOPPING!” He brings a brutal assault to my cheeks as I cry and beg for mercy. We were up to 25, when he thought it was enough. He then uses his belt and the LEGS of my jeans to tie me up to the bedposts. My pussy is sopping wet and I feel my essence run down my thighs. Roman can’t help but to smirk. “This pussy is all mine, right?!”, “Ye-e-ss, it’s all yours”. “What’s my name Y/N?!”, “Rom—“, you stopped mid sentence and shrieked as Roman started to spank you, switching from the palm side of his hand to the back side. “YOU KEEP TESTING ME!!”, he yells. He ceased his attack and asked me again, what his name was. “DADDY!! YOUR NAME IS DADDY!! I’m sorry…”, you cried and satisfied with that answer, you hear a zipper being pulled down and a thud of Roman’s pants falling to his ankles onto the floor.

You begin to squirm and whimper as the bed dips due to Roman’s massive frame. Tired of your constant whining, when you knew what you signed up for. Roman takes your panties from the floor and shoves it in your mouth. “That’ll teach you stop with that sour ass attitude like I told you”, he said oh-so calmly. Bringing himself back up, you feel the head of his massive cock rub sooo sweetly against your lips and clit. “Fuck mama, my dick is sliding so easily against MY pussy”, his filthy and sultry words, make you gush out another sample of wetness. As he tries to ease into your pussy, he just slides right in due to your entrance dripping waiting his arrival. He abuses your cunt and mind by slowly and softly sliding his mass into you. Then picks up the pace with his hard dick hitting your cervix and toned thighs slapping up against yours. You wanted to run, but had nowhere to go. And screaming wasn’t gonna do anything.

Here’s where the edging begins. The Tribal Chief starts to really get it in, as if he wanted another baby. To be honest, we could make it happen. He makes you count from 1 to 2.9, and as you get to 2.9, he stops and makes you start over again. It felt like this went on for a good ten minutes. “Come on baby, beg the Tribal Chief”, “Chief, p-lea-seeee, I need to C—UM!” “Go ahead o lo'u alofa, let it go”, he said with a slight hint of his Samoan heritage. Here’s the part you were dreading: OVERSTIMULATION. As you came, Roman entered a new glow, and sped up at an alarming rate. That boy was definitely going at least 20 MPH and you were not ready. You began squirting, as your panties fell from between your lips and you screamed. You begin to claw at the sheets and gnaw on your upper lip. You feel as if you’re going to pass out when Ro finally releases into your cunt. You’re able to breathe a sigh of relief. While you lay awaiting Roman’s next move, he untied your ankles and wrists while inside of you.

He then pulls out quickly and you moan at the loss of his warmth. He maneuvers his body underneath you and pulls you on top of him. “My favorite part”, he says really smiley, “You can’t help yourself?… Can you?!”, you said. “Nope”, with the pop of the “p”. He inserts himself back into you and let the cockwarming commence. Just as you both sensually make out with one another, there’s a knock on the door. “Who is it?!”, Roman boasts. “It’s Sami…”, another voice speaks and says “It’s Jey, we need to talk Uce”. You look at Roman absolutely bewildered, he puffs out a huge breath and removes himself from you, “You clean yourself up baby, I’ll be back.”, as he kissed your forehead you grabbed his wrist and told him “Remember what you signed up for… family.” He looked at you with complete understanding. “And more thing babe,” “Yeah.”, “Can’t answer the door with your dick out”, you said laughing. “Oh shit”. He grabs his pants from the ground and sends a wink your way as he exits the bedroom into the main room.

Jesus, what did I sign up for?!

THE END!!

WHEWWW, what a wild ride!! Like I said, I appreciate all your comments and compliments, it means everything to me 💕!! THANK YOU, LOVE YALL!

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

~ WWE/NXT Smut Masterlist 18+ ONLY

⭐️ - request 🖤 - personal favorite 🎵 - songfic 📝 - “i just exist” 🚀 - drabble/headcanon 💬 - comes from a smut prompt (specified in the oneshot)

Bron Breakker⚠️

⭐️🚀 Calling Him Daddy on Live TV 📝🎀 *untitled*

Cody Rhodes💭

⭐️💬 *untitled*

Damian Priest🏹

⭐️ ‘Bound To You In Sin’ (with Rhea Ripley)

Dominik Mysterio💛

⭐️🚀 HEEL!Dominik SFW & NSFW HCs

John Cena👋

⭐️ ‘Haunting’

Rhea Ripley👹

⭐️ 'Behind Closed Doors' (with Liv Morgan) ⭐️ ‘Bound To You In Sin’ (with Damian Priest)

Special Requests🥰

Madcap Moss🃏 - ⭐️ NSFW Alphabet : J,M

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[itjazzbicch]

The Heat of The Summer

Pairing:  Pat McAfee x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader has been talking to Pat McAfee in her private life and grows suspicious when Pat's recent rival, Corbin, starts coming around her more often. After rejecting him, Corbin insists on making a move and when Pat sees, he can't help but grow protective, engaging in a fight with Corbin, but the reader makes sure they both end their night on a good note and officially become a couple…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Oral M & F receiving, bit of rough sex, swearing and dirty talk)

My first time writing for Pat so I hope that I did well!

Word Count: 2.6k 

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

“What’s a fine girl like you doing out here all by yourself?”

While waiting for Pat, of course, Corbin just happened to cross paths with me. It’s not the first time that he’s hit on me but lately, he’s been coming around a lot more.

Pat and I were just a thing, had something serious growing, but not official. I was worried about him after Corbin attacked him. Thank goodness he was alright and since I didn’t get to see him due to our busy work weeks, tonight we were going to go out for the night to have a good time.

No one knew about us and Corbin hitting on me like this made me suspicious.

“How many times have I turned you down?” I laughed at him, “Take a hike, man.”

“Why do you always have to be like this?” He didn’t lose any confidence, “You never even give me a chance like, don't you know who I am!”

“Because-“ I was ready to rip him a new one, but I took a step to the side instead, seeing Pat, massive attitude, yanking Corbin around by the shoulders to face him:

“Why are you still here? She told you to take a hike, so take a hike! Or I won’t wait till Summerslam.”

Pat loved to get straight to a fight, was damn good at it, and Corbin? He was the king of instigation:

“Who are you to stick your nose in her business, huh?”

The look in Pat’s eye said it all and Corbin noticed quickly, continuing to poke at him:

“Aww, Pat’s crushing on Y/N! Isn’t that cute!”

“Listen Corbin,” I stepped between them, wanting this to end, “We just had a long work night. You can save this for Summerslam.”

“He started it,” Corbin scoffed at me, slowly pushing me out of the way to say in Pat’s face, “Besides, he’s just mad because it wouldn’t be the first time that I stole a girl that he liked.”

I jumped at how hard Pat punched him dead in the face, knocking his hat off and just going to town, watching in shock, some guys in the locker room started breaking them up.

It was already bad enough that Corbin attacked him, now messing with me and talking trash like that? He could only take so much and I could see how pissed he was.

“Pat, hey! Hey!” I said quickly, pushing away the guys holding him back and holding his shoulders, “You know that I would never entertain him. Just ease up and we can go out and have the fun night we planned on having, okay?”

I couldn’t blame him for wanting to beat him up, but this had to end. Thankfully, my words worked. Keeping his arm around my shoulder, he made sure to have the last word at Corbin:

“Just wait till Summerslam. Your bumass is done.”

“Come on, baby,” I whispered to him softly, hoping some sweetness would help and it was nice to see him smiling, turning with me, and heading off.

“I’m sorry about that, Y/N,” Pat sighed, hopping into his car with me, “He just-“

“It’s okay,” I held his hand while sitting in, lifting his mood a little more, “I won’t lie, I loved watching you punch him in the face like that.”

“He must’ve forgot that I know how to fight,” He chuckled, starting up the car and then holding my hand again, kissing it softly as he drove out of the parking lot, “And I don’t play when it comes to my baby.”

Hearing him call me baby made my heart throb, squeezing his hand and holding it for the entire ride.

The small bar we went to had such a mellow vibe and it helped relax the both of us, getting a small dinner to share, some drinks to unwind, and quickly, he was the Pat that had me falling.

While wrapping up, he was paying the tab and I was on my phone for a moment, seeing a post that Corbin made, making it look like me laughing at him was me flirting along in the photo he posted on his story, trying to make it look like we were talking.

“This fucker,” I mumbled under my breath, having Pat look over to see for himself.

Just like me, it radiated our anger, but he was always on the fly, grabbing his phone and setting up against one of the empty glasses on the table.

“Pat?” I was smiling so much when I noticed him pull up his camera, setting a timer on it.

“He wants you? Too bad,” He smiled, pulling me over and kissing me as the timer ticked down, “Let’s show him who’s boss.”

“Hell yeah, baby,” I smiled, kissing back, smiling brightly against his lips.

“Officially my girl?” Pat pulled away softly, knowing that I wanted to same, but also wanted to be sure.

“Officially your girl,” I smiled, kissing one more time, relaxing against his chest, and rubbing his thigh while he took his phone, posting the photo everywhere he could.

I couldn’t stop smiling at it, thinking how we were just in the middle of a fight two hours ago and now here, happy as can be.

“Let’s get out of here,” he squeezed my hand once then slid out of our booth, dancing goofily while bringing me under his arm, “Our fun ain’t over.”

“Oh yeah?” I shimmied into him, giggling and being waved over with a rush at his kiss on my ear, listening to his sexy whisper:

“We’re having all kinds of fun tonight.”

That alone had me feeling hot and when we got into the car, it was so hard to contain my excitement. While driving, he was holding my hand again, but I let it wander, drifting down to his inner thigh, leaning in my seat a little, seeing how his phone was lighting up from his post.

"We're really causing a stir."

"Stirring it all up," He looked down briefly for a moment, referencing my hand more, biting his lip when I began to palm him, whispering to him:

"But never mind that. Wanna tell me about the kind of fun we're going to have?"

My whisper on top of my hand made his hard-on grow, rubbing up and down softly to feel his length, having him slouch back a little, groaning at the traffic in front of us:

"Just hang in there, baby. You're about to find out."

I noticed the traffic too and we were going to be stuck for a moment. The night sure was dark and even with all the car lights around us, it was dark in the car, so worked up that I wanted some of that fun, also wanting to make him feel good because of that fight earlier, hinting:

"Looks like we're going to be stuck in this traffic for a while, but I know a good way to kill some time."

His smile lit up the darkness around us and he was already unbuckling his seatbelt, "Yeah? How so?"

"As long as you can multi-task," I kissed his cheek softly, hand unbuttoning his jeans and slipping into his boxers, stroking his shaft softly and learning how hard he was, smiling more while we were at a stop and he pulled his pants down a little, "I know just how to kill the time and make you feel good."

"Show me," He smiled, sitting back and sighing softly at my head dropping, my lips kissing the tip of his cock, humming when I took it into my mouth, sucking hard and hollowing my cheeks shortly after.

Keeping myself low, I deep-throated all of his cock, bobbing my head quickly when I came back up, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing my head down a little further as I took his cock back down my throat.

"Ah, fuck," I heard him groan softly, leg shaking when he had to put his foot back on the gas pedal, easing up as I rubbed his thigh, look at him:

"I'll stop if you need me to."

Shaking his head, he focused on the road, but was still in a deep state of pleasure, "You keep those pretty lips around my dick, baby. I got this."

Smiling, I gladly listened, bobbing my head quicker than before, stroking the length of his shaft that I didn't take while sucking his tip hard, letting my tongue swirl all over it and his slit to catch a few breaths.

"You're gonna get a mouthful if you keep on doing that," He huffed, driving a little faster with a fist of my hair, feeling how he was tensing up.

"Think I have a problem with that?" Giggling, I did it more, alternating between that and deep throating again, having his cock throb softly, but we came to a stop.

"Keep it up, baby," He pushed my head softly as he parked, closing his eyes and sitting back, "I can handle more than one round."

Knowing there was going to be more after we got up to our room made me work harder, having that throbbing come back around quickly, sucking his tip again and stroking him as quickly as I could, gasping in my hum at his seed shooting into the back of my throat, looking up to see him laid back and moaning slightly at the small drops of my head while swallowing it all down.

"Wanna go start round two?" I wiped the bit of saliva off my chin as I sat up and he shot up quickly, fixing himself back into his pants, taking the keys, and hopping out with a chuckle:

"You're in for it."

Grabbing my purse, I jumped out too, rushing in and when we stepped into the elevator, he backed me into the corner, kissing and feeling all over me, proving his words to be true with how hard he grew again, making sure to grind against me to feel his hard-on.

"Get the key," I tapped his shoulder as the elevator came to a slow stop, his hand ripping it right from his back pocket and holding my hand to take me along with him to our room, opening the door and picking me up with one arm, letting the door slam shut and tossing my purse into the chair in the corner and I began to tease:

"I showed you what my mouth can do. Trying to show me what yours can?"

"Oh, I planned on it," He chuckled, following along with me as I began to throw my clothes off, but made me raise an eyebrow when he laid back on the bed, fixing his chain:

"Come lay it on me, baby."

"You want-" I started to follow, crawling on top of him and impressed by his strength, taking me by the thighs and setting me above his face.

"Time for my taste," He opened his mouth and pulled me down by the hips, kissing and licking through my folds, breathing in deep and enjoying all of the wetness against his face, growing hungrier when I began to moan, rolling my hips at the electrifying pleasure.

"Get all you want," I gasped, holding him by the hair and grinding more with his tongue shooting into me, flicking and finding that sweet bump, definitely like the grinding when his hands latched to my hips and made me rock quicker.

I could feel the wetness getting all over my thighs, hips locking from the nonstop stimulation, not even worried about needing air, only wanting me to cum right on his face and he really sent me, somehow sucking on my clit while his tongue worked up and down, pushing me up a little further when my moans got louder, signaling my orgasm.

"Sweet Jesus, Pat," I tried to keep myself as best as I could, his hands running up my stomach and holding my breasts, squeezing and keeping me upright, mouth wide open and groaning pleasurably at the drench dripping out of me.

Raising myself up to let him breathe, I was shaking, looking down to see him smiling at every part of me, noticing how my orgasm affected me:

"You're not out just yet, right?"

"You wanna give it to me?" I smiled down, squealing at the spank on my ass and how quickly he pushed me down to my back, sweeping his legs under me first so he could be on top, positioning himself and chuckling:

"Told you that you were in for it."

"I remember," I giggled, feeling his chest and moaning softly at his tip nudging and teasing my entrance, "Just turns me on so much when I hear you say it."

"I know how much you like it when I talk dirty to you," Pushing in deep put me into salacious moans, still shaking and no time to fully process my first orgasm, not a lot of time to adjust, but blown away by his quick thrusts, then the delicious burn of our hips grinding together, "Let alone when we're getting it on."

"You drive me crazy, Pat," That was truer now than ever, pulling his chain to kiss, "Fuck me up."

"Feeling naughty?" He bit my lip, smacking his hips into mine and keeping my lip in his teeth during my squealish moan, so good to relieve the slight ache in my neck when my head dropped:

"With you popping off all night, what did you expect?"

"You like seeing the bad boy side of me?" His smile on my neck turned into soft bites, marking me up and starting a series of rougher thrusts, "Bet it gets you so fucking wet."

"Hell yeah it does, baby!" Latching around him, I was jerking and shaking harder than before, the rubs on his back converting to scratches, head throwing out some wicked moans, his name the only word my brain could form.

The bed felt like it was caving in, even the immense softness of it being rattled and shifting at times, his hand gripping my ass and thigh like hell, lifting me up a little to pounder harder and thrust his cock in deeper, unable to let him go, still scratching up his back with my other hand pulled at his hair.

"Got damn, I got you tight," He snickered, lifting up my hips completely to roll his hips fast then slamming me back into the bed, planking himself a little and really going off, voice growing louder, "Cum for me, baby. I know it's there."

"Right there! It's right there, Pat!" I cried out, trying to breathe just for air to get stuck in my chest, trembles pushing out dry gasps while my walls had him fitting like an extra small glove, screaming out at the gush of heat around his cock, "Oh my god, Pat!"

"Fuck yeah, baby," He panted out, unable to hide a few moans, throbbing again from working the same pace meanwhile my orgasm drove him into an over-sensitive state too.

"You really fucked me up," My body felt so heavy with his body resting on mine, but didn't mind in the slightest, still in a dream world of pleasure, "That was so incredible, baby. Damn."

"Can't help but go wild after the night we had," He slicked his hair back and took a breath to kiss me, "And it was a damn good one." 

[heelbucks]

I had to request some Pat McAfee headcanons after tonight😄 How about his reactions announcing a match featuring his girlfriend! Maybe some NSFW situations afterwards😏

a winner’s reward - p. mcafee

pairing : pat mcafee x fem! reader

warnings : smut (minors dni), pet names (sugar, baby),

to say that this wrestlemania was anything short of a dream for pat would be an understatement ; he was wrestling and he got to call your match

you two were backstage getting ready when he pulled you close and kissed your forehead. “you’re gonna do great sugar. knock ‘em dead.”

as he went out to sit next to michael he was nervous. in the entire time you two were together me never called one of your matches. “it’s gonna be a crazy night here in dallas, on the grandest stage of them all. y/r/n is making her wrestlemania debut.” cole called out, during your entrance.

pat did his best to keep his cool, but when you won, he jumped up and screamed like he does for nakamura & boogs

“let’s go baby!! my girl is undefeated!!” he wanted to get in the ring hug you then and there but, he lets you soak in the moment.

the commentary team swaps again, now for the raw tag titles match, while you’re doing your best to change while pat’s doting over you. “you did amazing sugar, im so proud of you.” he placed quick kisses to your back as he zipped up your dress. “i almost can’t wait for tonight, gonna treat my girl so good.” he pinned you against the wall of his dressing room. “lemme give you your reward angel.” he whispered into your ear, large hands pawing at your body

you turn around and giggle at him. “easy tiger, you still have your match and i can not be wait to see it.”

you had a very special surprise for pat. not only would you be walking him down to the ring with the cheerleaders, but you were joining cole & byron on commentary for it.

watching pat have the time of his life was so rewarding, especially because between you and michael cole, you couldn’t tell who was more excited

when austin gets pinned you and michael jump up and hug each other. “he did it!! the boyhood dream has come true here at wrestlemania.”

you couldn’t help but smile as pat gladly took and beautifully sold that stunner from stone cold.

the first thing you said to him was “even though you’re not undefeated at wrestlemania like some of us, i’ll still make sure you get a winners reward.”

[dirtywresling102]

You Belong to Me - Pat McAfee (18+)

Pat Mcafee x Jeremy

Commission:​ @chaoticbiguy

Summary: Pat’s friends are being a little too friendly towards Jeremy and Pat has to remind Jeremy who he belongs to.

Warnings: 18+, Male x Male, Jealous!Pat, Smut, Daddy!Kink, light choking.

Word Count: 3,228 

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The night was still young, Smackdown just ended and everyone was still awake from the adrenaline. With Smackdown taking place in Florida, a lot of Pat’s old football friends were visiting due to training and decided to go to the show.

Standing in the parking lot, Pat shoved our luggage into the back of the black SUV. “Come on, Pat. It’s only nine, the night is still early. We can hit up the club like old times.” Eric smiled. “I’m sure Jeremy here doesn’t want to sit around in the hotel room being bored with boring old you.” He teased me.

I couldn’t help but to crack a smile as Eric wiggled his eyebrows towards me. I couldn’t tell if he was just doing that to tease Pat or if he was doing it to flirt. Hearing Pat sigh heavily behind me, along with shutting the trunk. “I don’t know guys.” 

“Awe.” The group of friends groaned. “You’re no fun.” 

“Old man.”

 “Grandpa.” They all teasingly threw insults his way. 

“Hey, hey.” I interrupted looking at his friends who all seemed to quickly stop. “It’s not his fault he can’t keep up with the cool kids.” I turned, smirking at Pat as his friends hollered and laughed. 

Pat exhaled through his nostrils as he stared down at me. I couldn’t help but to bite the inside of my cheek yet maintain the smirk on my lips. Maybe I pushed a little too far?  “Fine.” His eyes hardened as he moved his gaze from me towards his friends. “I’ll show you guys I can still kick it.” 

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The music was loud in the club as everyone around was dancing, more so grinding up against each other to the beat of the song blaring through the speakers. Sitting at the bar with Pat I had a sweet tangy orange drink in front of me while he had a glass of beer nearly halfway gone in front of him. Watching the crowd, I swayed myself to the music, absorbing the high positive energy around us. Picking up the glass and bringing it to my lips I took one large gulp, finishing the drink, placing it back down and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I grabbed Pat's arm. 

"Can we go dance, please?" I begged.

"Not now, Jermey." He grumbled loud enough for me to hear. Pat stared at his drink tiredly and looked slightly annoyed. 

"Fine." I huffed, staying in my seat I frowned to see Pat's friends that begged us to come out dancing and having a fun time. The lights shining and bouncing off the wall onto the dance floor. Seeing the quarterback, Sam walk up, I smiled at him.

"Why aren't you two dancing?" He asked, eyebrows arched. Sweat rolled down the side of his forehead, probably from dancing too long and with the heat rising from everyones body. 

"Party pooper here doesn't want to dance." I said with an eye roll. 

"Doesn't mean you have to sit here in his sorrows. Come on." Sam grabbed my hand, pulling me off of the stool and towards the dance floor. Biting my lip, trying to hide my smile I didn't look twice, not even once at Pat as he became angry that his football friend dragged me away. 

"Don't let him get you down, Jeremy" Sam said as we both were in the middle of the dance floor. "Just because he didn't want to come out doesn't mean you have to be stuck in the hotel room too." Sam placed his hands on my waist with a sly smirk. My face heated up and not because of dancing around in a large group either. "You're pretty fun to hang out with, you know that?" 

It's been a long while since someone appreciated my fun atmosphere and that it felt nice to be complimented too. “You’re fun to hang out with too, Sam.” I smiled as we danced together to an upbeat song. Moving together, I didn’t realize that we were becoming closer. It was as if all my cares in the world instantly left my body as the alcohol consumed my mind, as if my feet had a mind of their own and danced for me. 

“You know, I would like to hang out with you like this more often.” I didn’t realize it as my head was swimming, Sam’s arm now wrapped around my waist. Our crotches brushed up against each other as we swayed to the music.

“That would be fun-” Feeling a strong grip on my shoulder I was pulled away from Sam and pulled into a broader chest. 

“Stay the fuck away from him, Sam.” Pat snarled his eyes dark under the neon lights.

“Woah.” Sam scoffed with a smirk on his lips, knowing he hit a nerve upon his friend. “I was just showing Jeremy here a fun time.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows towards Pat with a larger smirk on his lips. So it appeared Sam was flirting.

Hearing Pat rumble out a growl he pulled me to the side and strut towards Sam, not even hesitating he swung towards his friend, fist colliding with Sam’s jaw. Everyone close enough to us gasped loudly, quickly stepping back just in case Pat was going to swing at anyone else. “We’re leaving.” Pat announced loudly, as if he was telling everyone he wasn’t here to hurt anyone else but Sam. “And don’t ever contact me again.” Pat snarled, towards Sam who was on the ground, holding his jaw. Turning his heel he grabbed my wrist doing so and started to drag me off of the dance floor and towards the club exit. 

The hotel door slammed shut, I flinched slightly as it echoed throughout the room. “You know, people are trying to sleep on this floor.” I slurred, whatever was in the drink was hitting me pretty hard and fast. 

Pat spun around, eyes dark and wide. “After that fucking stunt this that’s what you have to say. ‘People are trying to sleep’.” He mocks me. “Don’t act all innocent, you knew exactly what you were doing back there-”

“And what was that? Trying to have fun when my boyfriend won’t even take me out of the hotel room for a night.” I spat. “Maybe they’re right, you are getting old.” 

A spark flared in Pat’s dark eyes and he started to stalk towards me. “I’m so tired of people saying that.” He snarled. “You know what they say about us older guys?” He grabbed my wrist in a harsh manner making me swallow hard. “We have the most experience.” With that he tossed me towards the bed, making me land on my back as he took off his shirt in a swift movement, walking towards me.

Sitting up, I crawled backwards, backing away as Pat got onto the bed, making the mattress dip with the extra weight. “Get off.” I snarled as I tried to push him off. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To have a fun boyfriend.” Pat gripped the hem of my shirt, tugging it off my body. “Well this sounds fun, you’re going to take my cock tonight and I’m going to pump you with so much come.” Pat rubbed himself through his pants. “And by the looks of it, you’re liking the sound of that.” Both of our eyes casted down to my hardening cock that grew while I tried to push him off. 

Pat pulled away, tugging off his jeans and boxers along with mine, pulling and tossing pants and briefs onto the floor. “Fuck, just look at you.” Pat grabbed his growing cock and slowly started to stroke himself. “All spread out just for me.” His voice husky with lust. 

Blushing as Pat jerked himself at the sight of me I grabbed my own pulsing cock to please my own pleasure. “Did I say you can touch yourself?” Pat snarled.

“N- No.” I whimpered, my lips pouty knowing I shouldn’t be touching myself when Pat is in this type of mood.

“Then why are you doing it?” He swatted my hand away from my dick. “Brats don’t get to have pleasure.” 

A soft whimper left my throat as Pat brough two of his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his lips around the two he swirled his tongue, lubing them with his saliva. “Now, I want you to be a good boy and let me hear your moans and whines.” He spoke as he leaned over me, pressing the tip of his two fingers against my hole. 

I gasped loudly, buckling my hips, trying to push my ass into his touch. Pat’s free hand roughly landed on my ass making me yelp loudly. “Don’t move.” He demanded. “I’m in control of how much you take my fingers, understand?”

“Y- Yes, yes I understand.” I whined, tossing my head back. ‘Why in the hell couldn’t I keep my mouth shut and be a good little bitch to get what I wanted tonight?’ I tend to ask myself that quite a lot but seeing Pat in one of his moods like these got him going and the sex was just ten times better. 

“I don’t think you do, because you keep pushing your hips closer towards my fingers.” Another harsh spank settled on my ass cheek making me yelp loudly. 

“F- Fuck! I’m sorry!” I sobbed, my erection resting up against my stomach, begging to be touched. My tip was nearly a reddish purple color. “I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just please.” I breathed out heavily trying my best not to jerk my hips towards his direction for his dripping fingers to enter me. 

“You make me so fucking hard when you beg.” Pat chuckled, his two digits pressing against my hole, slowly entering. 

My head tossed back against the pillow, the burning, pleasurable feeling mixed together that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to beg him to stop or keep going. His movements made my head spin, his two long index fingers slowly pulled out only to be sucked back into my tight muscle. 

“Hmm, you’re so tight.” Pat chuckled heavily, noticing how my ass pulled his fingers right back in. “Can’t wait for my cock to be in your tight ass.”

“Then- Then please just give me your cock, please!” I whined, gripping the sheets so harshly that my knuckles turned white. I was now forcing my hands to stay pinned against the surface so they wouldn’t wander over my body, mostly to my cock. My chest raised and fell as I tried to control my breathing. My vision slightly blurred as the tension became too much.

Pat snickered as he watched my struggle against his touch. “Relax, focus on my fingers, Jermey.” He hummed, thrusting ever so slowly, in and out, in and out. “Good boy.” He praised as soft moans escaped from my mouth. Pat’s blue eyes traced over my shaking body, he loved getting a reaction out of me even if he was doing the littlest thing.

“Fuck, feels so good.” Moans spewed out of my lips as I looked down, watching Pat admire how I took his fingers. My cock throbbed at the sight. My eyes slowly closed as I tilted my head back. This was torture but also pleasurable at the same time. 

“My cock, please touch my cock.” I begged, nearly reaching for my own dick to stroke it. My balls instantly grew heavier, begging to be emptied.

“No, you’ll wait until I tell you to.” Pat’s voice oozed with dominance. I nodded my head but a small whimper escaped. 

Pat’s fingers slowly pulled out all the way, dripping with my spunk along with his saliva. “You’re clenching so tightly around me.” Pat hummed, bringing his digits to his mouth he wrapped his lips around his fingers again, suckling off my taste. A low moan escaped Pat’s throat as he pulled his clean fingers out from his mouth. “As much as I want to taste more of you, I need my cock in you.” 

I let out a shaky breath as Pat walked away and towards his bag, pulling out a bottle of lube. Opening the bottle, he squeezed the thick liquid into his hand. Stroking his cock, he smeared the lube on his growing erection. Soft groans left Pat’s throat as his hips buckled into his own touch. 

“You’re so fucking sexy all sprawled out, waiting so patiently.” Pat’s hand gripping around his cock, stroking up and down at a steady pace so he wouldn’t reach the edge. Squelching sounds echoed throughout the room as Pat’s hand picked up the pace. 

“Please, give me your cock!” I begged, my hand reaching for my aching cock, about to touch myself. 

“You touch yourself and I won’t let you come.” Pat snarled, walking towards the end of the bed. He gripped my ankles, pulling me closer towards him. “You’re going to be a good little slut for daddy while I pump you full of come.” 

Pat poured more lube upon his already slippery hand, rubbing his lubed fingers upon my fucked hole. Jerking my hips upon his touch, Pat gripping my waist during the motion. “Such an eager little slut.” Pat snickered, the tip of his cock teasing my hole. 

“Yes daddy, I’m such a little slut for you.” I whimpered, buckling my hips against his hands that were still gripping my waist. 

“Easy, little slut.” Pat purred, his cock slowly slipping inside of me. “Still need you to get used to my cock.” Pat looked down at me, his lips forming into a smirk as his nails dug into my flesh and slammed his hips against me, forcing all of his cock deeply into my tight ass. 

A loud whine left my lips as his large cock stretched and stuffed me full at a fast pace. “GOD, fuck!” My sob overpowered Pat’s laugh as he watched me struggle slightly to the discomfort. 

“Can’t handle daddy’s cock, Jeremy?” Pat slowly pulled his thickness out and pushed back in at a fast pace. 

“I can- I can handle it, fuck-” I shakily moaned, my cock pulsing with need. “I can handle your cock daddy, please more, give me more.” I begged. 

Pat seemed to like my pleading words as he let out a low grunt, his hand finally wrapping around my aching cock. “Holy shit.” My head tilted back into the pillow as I gripped the blankets and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. “Yes, yes, yes. Pat, keep fucking me.” I cried out, nearly tears forming in the corner of my eyes from the intensity. My hips buckled against Pat’s touch as his cock was fully in me.

“God, you’re such a needy bitch.” Pat groaned, pulling out and pushing back in. Pat started a perfect rhythm, his cock steady along with his hand pumping my cock. 

“You’re going to make me come.” I gasped as the tip of his cock ram into my g-spot along with gripping the base of my dick to force back my building orgasm.

“You’ll come when I tell you to, whore.” Pat’s thrusting became rough, he pulled my waist closer to him as he was nearly hanging off the bed, my legs over his shoulders as his arm wrapped around my waist with his hand gripping my cock. “You’re ass is so tight, fuck.” Pat snarled as wet skin against skin echoed throughout the four wall bedroom. 

Beads of sweat formed upon Pat’s forehead as he gritted his teeth with each pump. “That’s it, who’s making you feel this good?” Pat’s grip around my cock tightened a little more along with the pace.

My eyes fluttered shut as my head became dizzy with the high I was feeling. Feeling his pace slow down upon my member he rammed his cock harder inside of me, wanting an answer. “Y- You! You’re making me feel this good, you are Pat.” 

Pat kept jerking my cock along with the rhythm of his thrusts upon me. My hands gripped the bed sheets as I forced my orgasm back, waiting until Pat ‘okay’ for me to come. “Would a old man fuck you like this?” Pat’s thrusts snapped quickly against my ass making my muscles tighten around his thick cock. Pat leaned down, nearly folding me in half as his free hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed tightly. 

“N- No.” I choked out. “No one could fuck me like you.” I wheezed. The lack of oxygen not filling my lungs and the way Pat’s cock kept fucking in and out of my tightness nearly had me on cloud nine as my vision blurred and air leaving my lungs. It nearly made me pass out until I gasped loudly for air as his hand left my throat. 

“Come Jeremy, come with me.” Pat snarled, gritting his teeth as his thrusting became sloppier than before, the bed frame forced itself up against the wall from Pat’s harsh movements. His wet hand stroked up and down my length making my ball clench and tighten. 

As his words hit my ears my body listened. Spew of hot come erupted from the tip of my cock, spraying my lower stomach and Pat’s hand. “Pat, oh fuck, yes.” My body buzzed from the aftermath of my orgasm. Pat’s thrusting never slowed down a second as his orgasm reached him as well. Loud moans left my lips as his thick come squirted inside of me.

“Shit, Jeremy, fuck, good boy, god damn you’re such a good boy for daddy.” He moaned, buckling his hips in a sloppy pace as he rode out his orgasm. Small droplets of come forced their way out of my tip as Pat’s movements were overriding my body. My cock slowly became soft and sensitive, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. 

Pat stood up, his hands upon my thighs as he watched his cock slowly pull from my ass, his come spilling out of my fucked hole. “Fuck.” He groaned. “That’s such a beautiful sight to see.” He hummed, placing the tip of his finger against my ass. I jerked at the feeling as he scooped his come from my dripping hole and brought his oozing finger to his mouth, suckling his juices off clean. 

Pat collapsed on the bed, exhaling as he did so. I rolled over, facing him with a large smile on my face. “Sorry if I was too rough.” Pat cleared his throat.

“Too rough?” I questioned with an arched eyebrow. Sure, Pat had a wild side and sometimes forgets if he’s going too hard while he’s balls deep inside of me. “Why would you apologize?” 

“I just wanted to prove that I’m not old.” He mumbled with embarrassment in his tone of voice. 

“Is this because of your friends teasing you earlier tonight?” I sat up, resting on my elbows. Pat’s eyes focused somewhere else in the room. “Oh Pat.” I sighed, placing my hand on his cheek I pulled his face towards me. His eyes met mine. “You know what they say about older men?” I smirked as he shook his head ‘no’. “They have more experience.” I whispered, repeating what he said earlier. 

“Oh you dirty little boy.” He grumbled, moving closer his lips met mine.

[stressedemoblackbratz]

WRESTLING - WWE - AEW

completed = 𓆩♡𓆪

unfinished = ♡

in the works = ➳

oneshots = ★

series = ☆

carmelo hayes

i love you ★ 𓆩♡𓆪

—carmelo loses you when he really didn’t want to.

mine ★ 𓆩♡𓆪

—carmelo wants to be more than a quick fuck to you.

bron breakker

the only exception ★ 𓆩♡𓆪

—bron confesses he likes you after grayson waller ruins your promo.

[itsadamcole]

birthday in december

fem!reader x adam cole

it’s reader’s birthday, and Adam plans a surprise party for her but things don't go very smoothly since he's still recovering from that insane Wargames match on Sunday ...

word count: 2.5k+

warnings: fluff, upset!adam, a little angsty, soft smut

— hi hi, it's my birthday so i decided to write a birthday themed imagine with my all time fave ... enjoy —

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Adam’s POV

"Fuck this stupid brace," I shout, trying to hang up decorations for Y/N's surprise birthday party. I have limited mobility with it on but my wrist hurts when I take it off.

My whole body is still sore from Wargames on Sunday with the boys. We beat Pat McAfee and his group but it was a grueling match like it has been every year. Bruises are scattered across my body, my wrist is in a brace, and I am still extremely sore.

But I promised myself that I would get through decorating for Y/N's party. I invited her family over, plus the Undisputed Era, their wives, and a few of Y/N's friends from NXT. No one is here to help me so I'm doing this alone.

It sucks. I just wanted to decorate and get through today for Y/N. She's my girlfriend and I wanted to do something nice for her birthday today since she's helped me with everything since Sunday.

Eventually, I do get the "Happy Birthday Y/N" banner up. I almost fall off the small ladder I used to get it up several times.

I scatter balloons all over the place. They all say "happy birthday" on them.

Then I smell something burning in the kitchen. "The cake!" I yell, running into the kitchen.

Smoke is coming from the oven and, like a dumbass, I try to get the cake out with my bare hands. I burn my hand on the metal cake pan. "Shit!" I yell, rushing to put my hand under cold water. I dropped the cake in the process.

My hand is blistering up and Y/N's vanilla cake is on the floor. I lean down and put my head on the counter next to the sink.

Everything is falling apart. I can't even do a simple thing like make a cake or decorate the house.

After a few seconds of running my hand under cold water, I pull it out it the water. I wet a paper towel and wrap it around my blistering hand.

I look down at the cake on the ground. Maybe if it landed on the bottom then I would have been able to serve it. Instead, it landed with the cake down on the floor.

Frustrated, I kick the thing across the room.

"Woah!" I hear come from the doorway.

I immediately look up at who it was and see Y/N standing there.

Shit, I think.

***

Your POV

"Why are you kicking food around?" you ask, curious.

Adam sighs and says, "Because I tried to surprise you with a party and a cake. Then I burnt the cake because I was having issues decorating. Then I burnt my hand trying to get the cake out of the oven."

You look at his hand wrapped in a wet paper towel and walk over to him. Adam doesn't even look at you. You pout and take his burnt hand in yours, checking on the burns.

His hand is blistered and red. "Let me help you get this cleaned and bandaged," you say, smiling at Adam. "Please."

Without looking at you, he nods. You walk off to the upstairs bathroom to get some antibiotic ointment and a bandage wrap. Once you find everything, you walk back downstairs.

You find Adam sitting on the couch in the living room and you sit beside him. He looks upset as he looks down, avoiding eye contact with you.

After unwrapping the wet towel from his hand, you begin to apply the ointment on his burns and blisters. Adam hisses in pain. "Sorry," you quickly say.

He mutters to himself, "I couldn't even bake a simple cake without hurting myself."

You begin to wrap his hand and say, "You're still healing from that match on Sunday. You shouldn't have pushed yourself to do all this just says removed from the Wargames match."

Adam sighs and says, "I just wanted to do something special for your birthday since you've been helping me out since Sunday. That's all I wanted, and I couldn't do it."

Pouting, you finish wrapping his hand and say, "Adam, baby, it's my job to help you. You're hurting and I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you. The only thing I ever wanted for my birthday was to spend the day with you."

Adam finally looks up at you, tears in his pretty blue eyes. You feel your heart break in your chest as he says, "I just wanted to do something simple and special but this stupid brace and my stupid body got in the way."

"Baby, you sprained your wrist and had a long match on Sunday," you say. "I didn't think that you would be able to move by today let alone run around the house trying to make today special for me. I don't need a big party for my birthday. I just need you and me on the couch eating some ice cream and watching some of my favorite movies." You smile at him.

Adam pouts and says, "You've done so much to help me since Wargames. I just wanted to do something special for you, Y/N."

The tears roll down his cheeks and you can see how upset he actually is. You pout and reach out, wiping his tears away.

You cup his face in your hands and say, "Adam, I love you and I appreciate that you want to do something special for me today, but you make today special just by being here with me."

He blinks away some tears and he nods. Adam says, "I'm sorry I'm such a mess. I just wanted to do something simple today."

You carefully hug him and say in his ear, "Baby steps, Adam. You need to stretch out and get your muscles moving again, and not by running around the house."

Adam lets out a little laugh as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close.

The two of you sit like that on the couch for a second before you pull back. You smile at Adam and say, "Thank you for trying to make my birthday special. It means so much to me that you did try to do something for me today."

Adam finally smiles at you and he says, "I love you, Y/N. So much. Thank you for helping me out recently."

"I'd do anything for you," you say. "I mean it."

He says, "I know you would. It's what makes you such an amazing person, and it's what made me fall in love with you in the first place."

Right after you and Adam started dating, he was involved in a two out of three falls match against Johnny Gargano to retain his NXT Championship at Takeover: Toronto in August 2019. The match was brutal, and you took care of him then like you did now. Adam admitted a few weeks later that when you were taking care of him after his match, he knew he was starting to fall for you.

Flustered and happy that Adam isn't as upset anymore, you smile and say, "I love you, Adam. I'm seriously thankful that you tried to make today special even though you're still recovering."

Adam smiles back at you and asks, "Can I at least get a kiss for my troubles?"

Giggling, you say, "Of course you can."

You lean into Adam, kissing him lightly. He kisses you back just as softly.

The soft kiss turns into two and three soft kisses, before the kiss starts to get more passionate as you press your lips harder against Adam's.

Adam slides his hands to your waist and he pulls you closer to him as the originally soft kiss slowly turns intense.

Your hands cup his face as you kiss him.

His sneakily slips his tongue into your mouth, making you giggle against his lips before doing the same to him.

Adam starts to slowly push you onto your back on the couch, crawling so he's laying between your legs on top of you. The kiss is rough and passionate now.

You grip the sides of Adam's Undisputed Era t-shirt as you pull him against you.

His lips leave yours and attach to your neck. You let out soft sighs and close your eyes. "Adam," you say. "Baby, you're not physically well enough to do anything."

"Hm," he mumbles against the sensitive skin on your neck. "Says who?"

You smile and say, "Your body. You can barely do your usual activities without aching or being in pain."

Adam pulls back and looks down at you. "Y/N," he says, almost sternly. "I can have sex if I take it easy."

You almost laugh at how serious he's being before you say, "Come upstairs with me. I know it's my birthday but I have a surprise for you."

Slithering your way out from underneath Adam, you walk up the stairs. Adam follows behind you.

Once in your bedroom, you say, "Wait here." You grab a bag before walking into the master bathroom that's attached to the bedroom.

"What are you planning?" Adam calls as you change out of your t-shirt and leggings into the black lingerie set you bought yesterday.

You giggle and say, "Patience, my love. You'll see."

The black lingerie set is a lacy bralette that's pretty much see through with matching blank panties. You tie your hair up into a ponytail before leaving the bathroom.

Adam's jaw drops before he says, "Oh, damn."

He's sitting on the bed so you walk so you're standing in front of him. You say, "I had a feeling that you would try to overdo yourself today so I decided to buy this and help you feel better."

You stare down at your boyfriend as he bites his lip and says, "Oh, I am already feeling better."

"Good," you say, kneeling down in front of him. You reach up and unbutton his jeans. "I'm helping you feel better so you just lay there and look hot while I help you feel better."

You start to pull Adam's jeans off his body. He lifts his butt up and helps you get them off easier. His boxers come off with his jeans and you lick your bottom lip as you throw the pieces of clothing to the floor.

His eyes are on you as you take his member in you hand, pumping him a few times before licking his tip and taking him in your mouth.

Adam groans and grunts as you slowly begin to suck him off, using your hand to make up for what doesn't fit in your mouth.

You hum a little bit as his fingers find their way into your hair. You know humming a bit while Adam is in your mouth drives him crazy, and you want to make sure he feels good. So you do it several times.

"God," Adam moans slightly. "God, I love you. I love this. So freaking much."

Before he has the chance to release in your mouth, you pull back and stand up. Just to tease Adam, you do a little strip tease for him. He's propped himself up on his shoulders to watch you as you slowly undress in front of him.

He bites his lip as you finish. You push up his shirt so it comes off of him.

Carefully, you crawl onto Adam. You straddle his waist as you trace every bruise and little cut on his body that he got in the Wargames match. You lean down and leave little kisses on his chest as he moves and cups your face in his hands.

Adam's eyes meet yours and he leans up, kissing you. You kiss him back. This kiss is much softer and sweeter than the kisses a few minutes ago were.

His lips moves against yours for a few seconds before he pulls back, meeting your eyes.

"You have no idea how much I love you," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm serious."

You peck his lips and say, "I love you too, Adam. More than you know."

A smile appears on his lips and you sit up, your hands on Adam's chest to keep your balance. You begin to grind slowly against Adam. The tip of his erect member is moving through your soaked folds.

His groans and little noises when you were sucking him off made you wet. You couldn't stand it anymore and you needed him. You still need him.

After a moment of this, you take his member and line him up at the entrance.

Slowly and carefully, you lower yourself onto him. You sigh softly as you begin to move your hips. You're careful not to hurt Adam's already bruised body as you move so your movements are slow but filled with passion.

With every movement, you slide deeper onto him. Soft moans escape your lips as you throw your head back, enjoying this feeling.

Adam reaches up and plays with your breasts, groping them.

Your breathing gets heavier as you move faster. Your moans get louder and you slide your hands down Adam's chest.

The room is filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping skin as you move.

A knot forms in your stomach and that's when you know you're close to an orgasm. You feel your walls begin to pulsate around Adam.

Your moans get louder as you moan Adam's name and several profanities.

"Baby," Adam groans. "I'm about to come."

Biting your lip, you say, "Me too."

He says, "On three?"

You nod as you speed up your movements.

After a three count, Adam releases his seed into you and you release around him while he's still inside of you. You moan out his name, almost screaming it as you come.

You help yourself and Adam ride out your highs before you collapse onto his chest.

Both of you breathe heavily and you close your eyes, not having any energy to pull yourself off Adam.

It's quiet as Adam begins to play with your hair.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," he says, kissing your forehead. "Now it's time to give you my present."

You smile and look up at Adam, asking, "What's my present?"

Adam smirks and says, "Sex. All day, as many times as you want."

Biting your lip you say, "That's the best birthday present ever."

He doesn't waste any time in starting round two as he attacks your neck with kisses.

[eringobragh420]

WWE 🎟️ Damian Priest 🎟️ Seth Rollins 🎟️ Roman Reigns 🎟️ Jey Uso 🎟️ Jimmy Uso 🎟️ Solo Sikoa 🎟️ Cody Rhodes 🎟️ Randy Orton 🎟️ Gunther 🎟️ CM Punk 🎟️ Bron Breakker 🎟️ Rhea Ripley 🎟️ Liv Morgan 🎟️ Finn Balor 🎟️ Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley 🎟️ Pat McAfee 🎟️ Tiffany Stratton 🎟️ Bo Dallas/Uncle Howdy 🎟️ Dexter Lumis/Mercy 🎟️ Ilja Dragunov 🎟️ Karrion Kross 🎟️ Ludwig Kaiser

SUBJECT MATTER 🛑 children under 18, pedophilia, necrophilia, just general ickiness 👍 smut (noncon, cnc included), angst, drama, fluff, violence, minor gore

[dirtywrestling]

Pat McAfee - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst Series:

Series:

One Shots:

You Belong to Me -💦

[dirtywresling102]

Pat McAfee - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

Series:

One Shot:

You Belong to Me -💦

[itjazzbicch]

Sweet Revenge

Pairing: Baron "Happy" Corbin x Fem Reader 

Summary: Being on the Smackdown commentary team, the reader isn't a fan of Pat McAfee because of how can be annoying, especially his flirting toward her. When Pat is out for the week, she's excited about Corbin, her friend with benefits, who certainly flirts with her while joining commentary and mocking Pat, making the reader want 'revenge' when the show ends...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) 

Word Count: 2.4k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks 

I DO OWN THIS GIF:   

Tonight at work was so peaceful, being on commentary was fun and I was good at it, and with Pat being away for the week?

So peaceful, not so loud, and no annoyances. Just the way I liked it. Things were going to be interesting too with Corbin joining commentary.

Corbin was there solely because he took out Pat the week prior, but that was none of my business.

At first, he was quiet, as were Michael and I, listening to what Ludwig and Gunther had to say, but his mocking of Pat began when Shinsuke Nakamura’s music hit.

He shot up out of his chair, jumping and freaking out like a fan and it was hilarious.

“What are you doing you fool?!” Michael yelled as he jumped up onto the desk, copying Nakamura’s pose, getting on his feet, and playing an air guitar.

“Leave him alone, Michael! He’s got moves!” I laughed, squealing when he grabbed my hand, pulling me up to the table:

“Come on, Y/N! Have some fun!”

Michael was very curious as to why I was so friendly with him. I didn’t associate with talent too much, but Corbin? No one knew that I talked to him.

I jumped up right alongside him, dancing along and rocking out:

“This is actually so much fun!” I giggled, doing an air guitar too, laughing at Corbin on his knees, being so dramatic with it, but I played right along and enjoyed the bit of goofiness.

Corbin did not stop singing the beat of his song till it cut, but I needed to sit, actually out of breath, but still smiling:

“That was so much fun.”

My smile grew when Corbin hopped back down, having me snort at him throwing Michael out of his chair and taking the spot next to me.

“What the?! Corbin!”

Michael was so annoyed, but I was blushing when Corbin sat next to me, shutting Michael down:

“You’re so lame! I’m sitting next to Y/N. She’s actually a good commentator and knows how to have fun, Michael!”

“Why thank you, Corbin,” I smiled, fixing my skirt and joining in on the digs at Michael, “It’s nice to be sitting next to a man with taste for once.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Michael looked at me, upset but I shrugged:

“Just being honest.”

The main reason I didn’t like Pat was because of not only how annoying he could be, but his little flirting. I knew Corbin was only out here to mock Pat, but we had a relationship outside of the wrestling world and he was really flirting with me:

“Think it’s the first time you’ve actually sat next to a man and I sure have good taste.”

Licking his lower lip, he put his arm on the back of my chair, a sexy smirk forming while staring into my eyes.

I had to look away with my smile growing, letting his arm rest there, all of us silenced when Nakamura took his microphone, challenging Ludwig to a match.

For the majority of the match, we were taking our jobs seriously, but Corbin kept me laughing, yelling at Michael after he kept bringing up his attack on Pat:

“I ran people over in football, just like I ran your boy, Pat McAfee, over.”

“So, what is going to happen at Summerslam?” I was curious about his game plan and he kept messing with Michael but also saying:

“Oh, Summerslam is going to be beautiful, just like you, and Cole’s gonna have to watch his best friend, who just rejuvenated his love for the WWE! We saw your tweet, you should be embarrassed! You’re gonna have to watch me punish him”

“Well, at least I have friends,” Cole actually hit him with a good one, but then I stepped in:

“Hey, don’t be telling lies now, Cole. Corbin has friends!”

“Thank you, Y/N,” He smiled at me, holding my hand on my thigh, “I have an amazing friend, sitting right next to me actually and I’m not talking about you, Cole. You idiot.”

Man, I haven’t had this much fun on commentary for a while, Cole shooting back:

“Bottom line is, for you, this is about jealousy.”

“Jealous about what?!” He laughed, “I’m doing just fine, living a great life, got an amazing friend here with me, unlike you, Cole! And she’s so sweet and gorgeous? Pat is jealous of me!”

“Definitely jealous,” I snickered with him, not meaning to get lost but with his hand starting to rub my thigh under the desk, the soft squeezes of his huge hand deep in my thigh, I was thinking with a different mindset, “Like look at how successful Corbin is, an amazingly built wrestler, handsome. Pat could never.”

Michael's eyes about popped out of his head, “Excuse me, Y/N?!”

“You heard what she said,” Corbin smiled in his face, leaning to me, hand going even deeper in my thigh, finger toying at my panties, “You think he’s jealous too?”

“So jealous,” I smiled back, leaning against his shoulder, squeezing my thighs together, and trying to fight the pleasurable hums.

“Get a room,” Michael mumbled under his breath, Corbin having me blurting out with laughter when he plucked his glasses off of him.

Right as I stopped, Nakamura hit his finisher on Ludwig, so we finished out the match and then really grew quiet while watching Gunther punish Ludwig for losing.

It was hard to watch, but once they began to exit the ring, Corbin took the time to properly make his exit as well:

“Thank you so much for having me, Y/N. I had a great time, just might come down a little more often.”

“You can take both of their places if you want,” I played, making Michael more upset:

“Wow Y/N. After all the time we worked together.”

“Oh, I know, poor thing. I feel bad for you,” Corbin jabbed, taking my hand to kiss it and thanking me again, “It was a pleasure.”

“Certainly,” I blushed when he kissed my hand, that intensifying when he blew a kiss to me, mouthing:

“Text me.”

Taking my phone, I waited for him to make his exit and luckily we went into a commercial break, texting quickly:

[Im getting revenge later]

[Revenge? 😂 I was just having some fun 😈]

[Yeah while I was working 🙄😂]

[I was too!] [Come find me and get your ‘revenge’ when you’re done then]

[Bet😘]

I left it there because if I kept on texting him, I would get so distracted and there was still a good bit of time before the show ended.

Better believe that when it was over? The goal the second I got backstage was finding Corbin.

He always had a private locker room to hang out in, only thing was, I wasn’t sure where it was. So, I just followed the signs, really focused so when I felt someone take my arm and pull me, I squealed so loud.

“Geez babe, it’s just me!” Baron laughed, hugging me from behind and laughing at my reaction, needing to breathe, but also rolling my eyes:

"You just can't be scaring people like that!"

"Aww, I'm sorry," He pouted and lied, just to kiss my neck and squeeze me, "You're just walking around here looking so damn fine, couldn't help myself."

"Don't suck up to me," I warned, letting him kiss my neck and smiling, "I'm still gonna get my revenge."

"Let me guess," He kissed up to my ear, hand slipping under my skirt again, teasing me, "It was really hard not to moan while I was doing that?"

"Wasn't fair and you know it," I hummed, grinding back onto him a little when he slipped a finger under my panties, running through my folds and then making its way in:

"You enjoyed it though, just like you are now," He chuckled, curling his finger to hit that little bump that would make me shake, "Still soaked from it."

"Baron," I opened my eyes, so lost I forgot, laughing, "We're in the hall."

"Shit," He laughed, wiggling his finger once more, then fixing the both of us, "Wanna head out? I brought the Ferrari."

Curse that sly smile of his, holding up and jiggling his keys, giving me a great opportunity to take my revenge, snatching his fedora so it blinded him for a moment, then stealing the keys and running:

"Thanks for the new car!"

"That's fucked up!" He yelled, having me run full speed and laughing, going out to the parking lot, pushing the button for the horn so I could find his Ferrari.

He caught up with me quickly, my upper body halfway in the car as I was laughing more, trying to get in, but while leaning over, he spanked my ass good, pulling me out of the car by my hips:

"Nice try, Y/N!"

When I stood up straight, there was no emotion on my face and it quickly worried him, but I did it on purpose. Teasing me tonight, what he just did in the hall then spanking my ass like that? My blood was running quick and hot.

"Hey, I thought we were just playing-" He truly thought I was upset, till I yanked him by the shirt, kissing him hard, shoving my tongue in, and growling:

"Get your ass in the front seat."

"Who you talking to like that?" He tried to play around, and I was still in a playful mood, but still had an attitude:

"You want some ass or not?"

"I'm getting that ass," He laughed, tapping me and switching places to hop in, watching as I looked all around, making sure no one was there to see me step out of my panties, throwing them into the passenger side before climbing in on top of him, shutting the door and immediately kissing him again.

"Good thing I blacked out these windows," He locked the doors, tossing his hat off my head, whispering while playing with my skirt, "I've been thinking about fucking you in this skirt all night."

"You're gonna get what you want," A sly look crept onto my face, biting his lip while helping unbutton his pants, "Just with a twist."

"Really set on trying to keep me down, huh?" He quickly fixed himself, leaning the seat back, and I purred softly into his ear:

"Oh, I will. I know just how to work you up and quickly."

"Please remind me," He never let his ego or confidence drop even a little, usually in complete control while we were having our fun time, but I was bound to change that. Even if it was just him moaning my name, that would be enough for me.

At first, I slowly sat on his cock, raising up my skirt a little so he could have a good view, swiveling my hips around slowly, then leaned up towards him so his tip popped out slightly, teasing by letting it ease in and out, doing it quicker and quicker, then threw myself right back on every inch.

"Knew you were going to do that," He was biting his lip, thinking I didn't hear what he said and whispering in his ear always turned him on, giggling then whispering to him:

"Getting to you already?"

"Be lucky I'm letting you be on top after you snatched my keys and ran," Trying to distract himself, typical, but I made sure I kept that intense excitement around, nibbling on his ear softly, then biting down his neck:

"Don't lie to yourself. You know that this is exactly what you wanted, to see your hot, little boo thang fucking you in a tiny skirt."

Keeping his mouth shut was a sign, stepping it up and holding the seat, rocking back harder and quicker, moaning myself, but making sure he was the one who really, really felt it, especially when my walls began to clamp up.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" I wanted to see how he would respond, getting him to crack a little:

"You know the answer."

I laughed in my moans, resting my head on his shoulder because I wasn't slowing down and I was feeling it, really tight and it had me burning up, but I made sure he heard every single moan and whisper of his name in the sweet tone that wired him up.

"Fuck," He mumbled deep, a groan bubbling in his chest, and with a hard spank to the ass, I shot up a little and moaned louder, gasping when he held the back of my thighs, rocking me down on his cock even harder than I could myself, growling, "You're gonna cum before I do."

"Oh, you're close?" That instantly gave me a boost of energy, bouncing down and topping his speed, him not being able to thrust his hips because of the limited space, seeing if I could get him off before I hit mine.

It was truly a challenge, his hands all over my thighs, ass, and stomach, gripping hard and trying to keep himself together. For me, it made it all harder, creating a small rock of the car, hands pressing up on the ceiling, and my moans reaching some high notes, shaking with the inevitable heading my way.

"Fuck, Y/N," He tried hiding that it was a moan, but it was, arms wrapping around me and bear-hugging me, having my moans break up into gasps, his cock throbbing, and right as his heat shot into me, I whined so loudly, legs tensing up and my slick running hard all over his cock, hugging his head:

"Oh my god, Baron!"

He kept us up straight, still in his arms while we both were panting, his body dropping back into the seat and mine fell back into the steering wheel, having me jump when the horn blared.

"Can I get a second to breathe?" He laughed, pulling me down to his chest.

"I really hope no one heard that," I was out of breath and wheezing, looking around to see if anyone was in the parking lot, not seeing anyone from my line of sight.

"Who gives a shit if they did?" He shrugged, closing his eyes and relaxing, "Damn, that was hot."

"Sure was, baby," I smiled, kissing where his tattoo was behind his ear, then teasing, "Also, totally got you first this time."