#adam page fanfic

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

RAW, deep and hard…..next question

[midwestmade29]

Wildcard🃏

Hangman's vignette on Collision was very inspiring 😂 Thus this story was born. I miss him and have my fingers crossed so tightly that he really is the wildcard for Dynamite this Wednesday 🤞🏻

Word count: 2.2k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine. All credit goes to original creator.

Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

Written from Hangman's POV 🙂

Hangman's nerves are getting the best of him so he calls on you to help calm them...

It was the night before I would be making my return to AEW as the wildcard. These last few months have been difficult, mostly because I’ve had to learn to live without her.

I knew she would be in Chicago. I knew that despite all the hell I’ve put her through, she wouldn’t miss this big moment. My mind is racing, my anxiety is through the roof of this hotel. I’m pretty sure if I don’t stop pacing, I’m going to be greeting the guests below me soon after my feet burn a hole in this floor.

The whiskey wasn’t helping. Shit, I’ve used that one too many times as a way to numb anything and everything, I’m practically immune to it now. There was only one thing that would calm me down at this point. Only one person who quiets my thoughts and makes me feel whole. I had to see her.

I pulled out my phone and sent Y/N a text, hoping and praying that my gut was right, and she was in fact in Chicago.

•••

I need to see you. Are you here?

To anyone else, the message might be slightly vague, but I knew that she would understand. I sat the phone on the desk and pulled up the rolling chair, just staring at the screen. For 10 minutes, the damn thing only said “delivered.” She hadn’t read the message yet.

I sighed and walked towards the bathroom when my phone dinged and stopped me in my tracks. I damn near tripped over my boots on my way back to the desk in my hurry. My heart was hammering against my chest when I unlocked the screen and went to my texts.

•••

Yes. Marriott next to the arena. Room 3412.

I let out a shaky breath once I realized she was staying in this very hotel. I was on the 37th floor so we weren’t far apart. With my phone placed back in my pocket and my keycard in hand, I walked out of my room to the bank of elevators.

Some higher power had to be messing with me right now. Y/N is only 3 floors below me, but damn is this thing moving slowly. Not to mention the large group of people that got on and off every floor on the way down.

The doors slid open, and I stepped off, looking left and right trying to see which direction I needed to go. With a right then left turn, I was standing outside Y/N’s door.

When she opened it, I swore I saw an angel. She was just as beautiful as the last time I saw her almost 4 months ago. It hurt like hell and felt so good at the same time being in her presence again. I’m just thankful she even agreed to see me.

I entered her room without a word spoken between either of us. I looked around and only saw 1 bed along with 1 suitcase. She was alone. Thank God.

“I know you’re nervous, but the crowd is going to love you, Adam. They’ll be happy to have their cowboy back,” Y/N said softly.

She was leaning against the wall with her arms wrapped around her body, making me wish they were my arms around her instead. This woman knew me better than anyone, hell she knows me better than I know myself. She understands me. She accepts me. She’s always been my missing piece.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked with a nervous laugh. It was comforting and sometimes maddening that she could read me so well.

“Everything will go smoothly, and you’ll get back in the swing of things. You’re a natural. You just have to believe in yourself the way everyone else does Adam. You’ve got this. I know things aren’t ideal right now behind the scenes, but you’ll figure it out. Pick the path you want to go down and don’t look back,”

It felt like I was 20 pounds lighter hearing her words and knowing she still believes in me. I offered her my best smile while I took a moment to let her encouragement sink in. She shocked me when she walked over to me and placed her hand on my cheek. The familiar scent of her started to dance around my nose as I inhaled, it was intoxicating. It still lingered on her pillow in my bed at home.

Her fingers rubbed my beard, making me melt into her touch. Our eyes were on one another as we drank each other in.

“I’m glad the mustache is back to normal by the way. You look more like my-“ Y/N smiled before she stopped herself from saying whatever else she was going to say.

“I look more like your what, Y/N?”

Sadness flashed across her face, but she recovered quickly. She brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face while she answered me.

“My Adam. You look more like my Adam now,”

Y/N looked up at me, waiting for me to make the next move. I could tell she was afraid she had said too much, but she said everything I wanted, needed to hear. I leaned down and kissed her. I kissed her hard and I kissed her good. She tasted so fucking sweet as I slid my tongue in between her lips, savoring every second of this moment. God, I missed this. I missed her.

When I broke the kiss, her lips were already a little swollen. She tried to catch her breath as I kissed her jawline down to her neck, nipping and sucking until I found that sweet spot that made her come alive for me. My cock twitched in my jeans when she let out a breathy moan, letting me know I found my target.

I stole the moan right out of her mouth when I kissed her lips again, swallowing the sound whole and eating it up. Her fingers worked quickly to undo the buttons on my shirt, and when she slid it down my arms, the fire blazing in her eyes threatened to set the entire room on fire. Her fingertips traced along the lines of my chest, lightly grazing the scars that were scattered on the skin there before kissing them softly.

I tried my best to let her have the lead, at least for now but my resolve was fading the longer she looked at me with those lust blown eyes. Y/N unbuckled my belt, then the button and zipper before helping me shimmy my jeans down my legs and to the floor. She drug her nails gently up my thighs to my hips and up my chest, causing a shiver to run through me. She snaked her arms around my neck and splayed her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck.

I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her over to the bed. The feeling of her pressing against my hard cock through my underwear was so good and torturous at the same time. I needed her. I needed this. We needed each other.

I laid her down on the bed gently, my lips finding hers once more. She arched her back and lifted herself slightly as I pulled her shirt up to remove it, revealing her bare breast underneath. Y/N is perfect. She’s the epitome of all things good and beautiful.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen Y/N. Every inch of you is divine. I can never get enough of you,” I whispered as I made my way down her torso.

I made a trail with my lips and tongue until I reached the hem of her pants. I hooked my fingers underneath the band and tugged while she lifted her ass off the bed to let me pull them off. Her underwear was next and ended up in the pile on the floor with our other discarded clothes. Y/N watched me intently as I spread her legs wide and positioned myself in between them.

“I’ve tasted your lips, but now I want to taste the rest of you sweetheart. Let me pleasure you, take what you need from my mouth. I don’t plan on stopping until I hear you cum,”

The gasp she let out the second I dove in made me stiffen even more. My boxers were feeling tighter and tighter with each minute that passed.

Every swipe and flick of my tongue against her clit was bringing her closer and closer to her release. I licked and lapped around her while I pumped my fingers in and out of her. Her moans were sugary sweet and satisfying, I couldn’t help but groan against her sensitive bud. Y/N intertwined her fingers in my hair, lightly pulling and tugging while her hips bucked and pressed herself even more against my tongue.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs when she finally came, holding her in place as I licked and sucked her through her release. She squirmed and moaned as each tremor wracked her body. I placed a kiss on her inner thigh before sitting up and pulling her to me. Our centers collided, making us both blow out a rush of air as my cock slid around her wet folds.

I refrained from pushing myself all the way into her. I wanted to draw things out as long as I could before we couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth took in one of her nipples while my hand played with the other.  My teeth grazed the pink bud, my tongue following afterwards before I sucked it into my mouth and released it. I kissed my way over to her other stiff peak, taking it into my mouth to continue my teasing.

“A-Adam please. I want you; I need to feel all of you. Please,” Y/N’s plea was nothing more than a breathy murmur.

She was ready for me, and I was so ready for her. I reached between our bodies and lined myself up with her entrance, my breath catching in my throat as the head of my cock rested against the soft inner lining of her pussy. If I could bottle this feeling up, I would so I could enjoy it any time I wanted to.

My forearms supported most of my weight as I inched myself inside of her. Y/N felt incredible, so tight and so warm against me.  So wet and so perfect for me. Her walls stretched around me, eventually giving me full access and allowing me to be fully sheathed. I started moving against her slowly at first before increasing my speed.

Our bodies worked together in perfect harmony as we both chased euphoria. Y/N dug her nails into my back whenever I hit her sweet spot, her eyes fluttered closed when I leaned down and kissed her neck. We were both panting and sweaty and so completely lost in each other.

“Darlin, you’ve been so good for me. So, fucking good. I can feel how close you are. Let yourself go sweetheart,” I whispered against the shell of her ear.

Y/N pressed her heels into my ass, bringing us even closer together as I continued thrusting, much deeper now. I felt her flutter around my cock, and I knew she was done for. I watched as the most incredible woman I’ve ever known fell apart beneath me. Her lips parted and her sweet voice cried out my name. Her legs twitched and her cheeks flushed while her body absorbed every ounce of pleasure her orgasm brought.

I’ve never wanted time to stand still as badly as I do right now. Y/N completely blissed out and me seconds behind her. Both of us so fucking high off one another we may never come back down from it. My release detonated, wave after wave of satisfaction crashed against every part of me as I thrusted erratically. I grunted into Y/N’s chest as each rope of my cum filled her until I had nothing left.

It was minutes before I could bring myself to pull out of her. Part of it was because it just felt so damn good being inside of her, but the other part was because I wasn’t sure what would happen between us next. I couldn’t help but feel sentimental during this intimate moment, my thoughts and feelings threatened to drown me when they came flooding back into my mind.

Once I was lying on my back with Y/N resting her head on my chest, she worked her magic again. The warmth of her skin against mine mixed with the feeling of being completely sated, she put an end to my thoughts and worries. The noise in my head was now quiet. She did all this without even trying!

Not long after I pulled the covers over both of us, we fell into a peaceful sleep. I held her through most of the night before we repositioned, and our limbs ended up tangled together. There’s no way for me to ever thank her properly for all that she’s done for me and continues to do. I know I’ll spend the rest of forever trying my best to show her just how grateful I really am. Months ago I made the biggest mistake of my life letting her go. Tonight felt like a second chance, a fresh start. I had to do whatever I could to make her mine again.

[coleskingdom]

Master List

Who I write for:

Adam Cole

Christmas Vacation

Grinning Like the Devil

Story time

Letting Someone Go

Your Revenge

Disappointed

Anti hero

Neglected

Need

Adam Squared ( Adam Page and Adam Cole)

Overheard

Hangman Adam Page

Cover Me Up AU

A Grand Adventure AU

Debut AU

Something More

Keep You Safe

Nights Like These

Le Petit Mort

Walls

I Wonder

So Your a Doctor Now

Consequences

What Was

Summertime

Buckles

Jay White

Mine Mine Pt 2 Mine Pt 3 Mine Pt 4 Mine Pt 5Mine Pt. 6 Mine Pt 7

High Rollers Keep Em High

Hands on You

Say It

Bang Bang BBQ

Sunday Drive

Dynasty

Hall Pass

Cold

Care

Not My Blood

Lifetimes

K

Matt Jackson

Little Dear

Hips and Thighs

Sunday Funday

Man in The Mirror

Early Morning Phone Call

Always

Will Ospreay

The Only Thing I Ever Wanted

Pictures

Commonwealth Kingpin

Laundry Day

Want Me to Prove It

Handsy

Lost in Translation

Requests are open

[madhatterbri]

Recipe for Disaster | Hangman A.P.

Summary: -Cooking together, and they burn a dish from the Thanksgiving prompts. 18+.

Hangman Adam Page x Reader - They are trying to cook, but Hangman, instead of actually helping, keeps distracting her, with the end result being they burn whatever they were cooking.

Requested by: @cowboywritersworld

Happy Dynamite Wednesday, babes. ❤️

Hangman Adam Page Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Warning: Shitty dad jokes. 😂🤣

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts @new-zealand-chic

As always, requests are open! Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. ❤️

Fall was Y/N's favorite time of year. The cooler weather and the decorations were two of her favorite things. The last, but certainly not least, favorite part was the baking.

She loved to wow people with her skills. Whenever she and her boyfriend, Adam, were invited to a party, she would be sure to bring a treat. On this particular day, she was baking for her co-workers for work the next day.

Y/N was now in the kitchen baking a pumpkin chocolate chip bread. She managed to find one of her grandmother's old recipes. With all the ingredients neatly organized, she started to make the mixture for the bread.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" Adam asked while walking in the kitchen. He heard the oven beep to signal it was up to the appropriate temperature to make the bread.

"Just making pumpkin chocolate chip bread for work tomorrow," she answered. Her suspicions about his true intentions for being in there were heightened. Adam was known to steal a couple of chocolate chips when she wasn't looking.

Adam smiled at her. "Can I help?"

"You are just going to steal some chocolate chips, aren't you?" She asked while mixing the bowl.

"Well, that was going to be my tax for helping you, but I could think of other ways," his voice drifted off. His hands gripped her waist from behind her. He bent down. His breath tickled her skin. Sweet kisses landed by her ear. Her most sensitive spot. Her boyfriend came to play today.

Y/N closed her eyes and moved her neck. His lips explored the new territory. When she opened her eyes, she saw his hand in the bag of chocolate chips.

"Adam!" She called out. He quickly backed away. His hand secured some of the chocolate chips for his own enjoyment. Y/N grabbed the wooden spoon from the bowm she was using to mix the ingredients. The thick orange mixture fell inside the bowl.

Her grown boyfriend took off to the kitchen table giggling. He sat on a chair and started to eat his chocolate chips. Y/N's eyes narrowed at him. She turned on her heel to get back to work.

"Let me make it up to you, darlin'. What does a pumpkin use to repair its pants?" He asked. A big cheeky grin appeared on his face.

Y/N stirred the contents in the bowl. Her face scrunched as she thought about the answer. "What?"

"A pumpkin patch,"

The room went quiet until she snorted. A smile broke out at how horrible the joke was. Adam smiled at his girlfriend.

"What did the pumpkin say to its carver?" He asked.

Once again Y/N managed to come up with nothing.

"Cut it out,"

Y/N rolled her eyes at him. The next few minutes were spent this way. Adam tells her the absolute worst dad jokes about pumpkins, and she giggles. The blonde man did anything to make his Y/N laugh.

When the mixture was ready, she poured the contents into a prepared bread pan. Adam insisted on placing the pan in the hot oven. Y/N placed the time to fifty-five minutes.

"You know," Adam started. His lips were dangerously close to her ears again. "I just risked my life putting that pan in an oven that was quite hot..."

"My hero," Y/N spoke. Her eyes rolled at him again.

"And as your hero and entertainment for the last ten minutes, why don't we take this somewhere else?" He asked. His lips teased her spot once more. A hand slid up her flannel shirt.

"Adam," she sighed and looked at the oven timer.

The green numbers showed they still had over fifty minutes. She originally planned to only watch television while she waited. This idea was so much better.

After making her decision, Y/N turned around and kissed him. He smiled in the kiss. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. Their kisses were soft and sweet. She swore she could taste the chocolate chips on his lips.

Adam took things slow. He was in the mood to make love. They hadn't had a downtime like this in a while. Between wrestling shows and her commitments to her job, they usually had to rush things. Not today. The bread in the oven was the last thing on his mind.

Every kiss and touch on her body was calculated. He mumbled how much he loved her. Compliment after compliment fell from his lips. The man was crazy about his woman. He wanted to let her know that.

"Adam, please," she begged. Her body was on fire. Her legs pressed together with the hopes of any friction between them.

"I know, baby," he told her reassuringly. He crawled underneath their blanket. Her legs parted as he kissed her inner thighs. Adam made sure to miss between her legs.

His lips kissed up her stomach. Blonde hair poked through the top of the sheets as he kissed his way up her body. Her nipples were given extra attention. He nipped at her neck before kissing her lips. While their lips connected, he slowly thrusted himself inside of her.

Her moan was suppressed by their kiss. He maintained a slower pace than she had grown accustomed to. Her hips moved to meet his thrusts. The pair separated long enough to catch their breath before locking lips again. He rubbed down her leg. His hand gripped the back of her knee and wrapped it around his waist.

Her fingers snaked through his blonde locks. He buried his face in her neck. His thrusts picked up slightly as he chased his orgasm.

"Adam," she moaned. When his lips nipped at her neck again, she unraveled. Her body clenched around him as she came. He stilled deep inside of her. Her body milked him as he came.

"That was amazing," she complimented.

Adam removed himself from inside of her. He laid next to her. His muscular arms pulled her close to him. Their eyes locked together. His thumb rubbed her cheek softly. After showering the other with compliments, they drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, the oven kept beeping to signal that the bread was finished.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Hangman Adam Page x Reader●

_________________________________________

*Y/N's POV*

Holding the camera up for Adam, he knocks on the door of Swerve's old childhood house. The video is being played in the arena where Swerve and Prince Nana are sitting waiting to sign the contract for their match. Adam opens the door as I move it up to his face and he smiles.

"Whose house?"

He starts laughing which causes me to smile while following him into the house. He starts talking to the camera as we walk around the house. He starts throwing gas around the floors as I continue to follow him. We start to walk back outside and over to where Adam has a chair set up. He sits down in the chair while I put the camera on the stand than looking up at him. He nods than looks back at the camera.

"Swerve.. I may not have been the one to take the world title from you but I was happy to help it slip through your fingers. But that's not the only thing that has slipped through your fingers...."

I slowly walk up next to Adam and sit on the end table next to him, looking at the camera.

"Swerve.... you really thought I would marry you...? No no honey. It was all a charade. I'm loyal to one man and one man only. We have been plotting your demise for a very long time. This Saturday, inside that cage, Adam will end you for good. Whose house?"

Adam lights a match, throws it into the gasoline trail as I slide off my engagement ring, turn a little and toss it into the house. The flames engulf the house as me and Adam sit there with our glasses of whiskey, laughing at the destruction we have caused.

[rootedinrevisions]

Masterlist: WWE & Professional Wrestling

Step into the ring with my collection of professional wrestling stories! Most of my writing here is centered around the superstars of WWE, but you'll also find a few pieces featuring wrestlers from other promotions.

Whether you're a fan of the drama, athleticism, or the larger-than-life personalities in the squared circle, there’s something here for you. From intense rivalries to behind-the-scenes moments, I hope you enjoy these tales of wrestling’s finest. 💥(UPDATED 12.1.24)

ADAM COLE

Man Enough (Adam x Reader)

As the crowd cheers, you're focused on capturing the perfect shot of Drew's victory at NXT Takeover Brooklyn III, but the energy shifts when Adam Cole makes his shocking debut, attacking Drew from behind. You’ve seen Adam’s work before, but seeing him in person, up close, stirs something new in you. His confidence, his presence—it’s magnetic. As he stands over Drew, holding the championship belt, he catches your eye, and for a brief moment, your breath hitches. Later, backstage, Adam approaches you, his charm as undeniable as his performance. His teasing banter leaves you flustered, though you try to brush it off. But as he walks away, you realize that this won’t be the last time he’ll leave you feeling this way.

PART 1 I PART 2

ADAM PAGE

Unspoken (Adam x Reader)

What started as a casual birthday dinner with friends quickly took an unexpected turn the moment Adam sat next to you, his presence impossible to ignore. Drinks flowed, conversation sparked, and before long, you found yourself on the dance floor, the tension between you growing with each beat. He teased you with subtle touches and whispered words that sent your mind racing, yet you kept him at arm’s length, enjoying the game just as much as he did. By the time the night wound down, you assumed he’d let it go—until you returned to your hotel and saw him waiting by your door, eyes dark with intent. FLUFF.

DAMIAN PRIEST

Playing With Fire (Damian x Reader)

When a lingering injury leaves you sidelined from the WWE ring, you find yourself with far too much time on your hands. And what better way to fill that time than by teasing your fellow superstar, Damian Priest? Wearing his shirt, flaunting a dangerously short skirt, and pushing every button you know will get under his skin, you enjoy the game—until Damian decides he’s had enough. With patience wearing thin and his control slipping, Damian flips the script, and suddenly, it’s not a game anymore. Now, you’re playing with fire, and the real question is: how much heat can you handle?

PART 1 I PART 2

Up in the Air (Damian x Reader)

When WWE superstars find themselves with a rare day off, Rhea Ripley seizes the opportunity to play matchmaker at a local festival. As she drags her friends to food trucks, rides, and games, the sparks between you and Damian Priest begin to fly. With Rhea’s clever nudges and a series of comical misadventures, you and Damian are thrust into close quarters—sharing food, laughter, and unexpected moments of connection. But when a hot air balloon ride leaves you suspended high above the fairground, the thrill of the day turns into something deeper. FLUFF.

Perfectly Imperfect Proposal (Damian x Reader)

Damian has the perfect plan to ask his girlfriend to marry him. But what happens when nothing goes right and the universe throws a wrench in his plans? A perfectly imperfect proposal. FLUFF.

JEY USO

Oh Shut Up (Jey x Reader)

Jey Uso finds himself drawn back into the Bloodline’s chaos to protect his family’s legacy. But his girlfriend isn’t afraid to call him out, challenging his decision and testing the boundaries of their relationship. Tension rises, tempers flare, and sparks fly as Jey proves he’s always in control—even when the lines between passion and power blur. ANGST. SMUT KIND OF.

ROMAN REIGNS

The Tribal Pull (Roman x Reader)

You are a young, ambitious intern who is beginning her six month stint with WWE. Your only focus is making a lasting impression to jumpstart your career - until you catch the eye of Roman Reigns, the dominant and enigmatic Tribal Chief. What starts as professional interactions quickly turns into something more, as Roman's attention becomes impossible to ignore, and the lines between business and personal interactions blur. With each encounter, the tension between you rises, leading to a moment of no return when circumstances force them to confront their undeniable chemistry.

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3

[madhatterbri]

Wow. You sure are going to have to explain a lot to Santa.

Hello,

May I request a Matt Jackson x Y/N x Hangman Adam Page? Reader was having an affair with her professor, Adam Page. They are found out and reported. As they start to plead their case to the dean of the school, Matt Jackson, he stops them. He shocks them by saying he will drop all charges if he can participate this one time.

Adam Page x f/Reader x Matt Jackson (AU)

AEW Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: smut under the cut. 3sum. Oral (m receiving) choking. DP. P in V sex. Unprotected sex.

Requested by and. Hope you like it.

Gif belongs to: @cowboyshit

WC: 1088

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

"I need both of you to stop talking. Professor Page." The Dean of the school said, making me shut my mouth.

I looked over at Professor Page, wondering what he is going to say.

He is the Professor after all, and even though I am in the last year of college, student/teacher relations is still somewhat frowned on.

"We have been in a relationship since Halloween, and.." I zoned him out, keeping an eye on Dean Jackon, who was leaning back against his chair, relaxed.

"Now when the anonymous student reported your relationship." I wanted to snort when he said anonymous.

We all know it is Strickland.

He has been after me since the first class we took together, and I have turned him down ever since.

He must of seen Adam and I the other night, when Adam had me bent over his desk, his hand between my thighs as he fingered me, while kissing me to keep my moans quiet.

"I know what we are doing is frowned upon, but there are no rules in the rulebook saying that him and I can not be together." I went to continue but Dean Jackson held up his hands, making me close my mouth to hear what he has to say

"This can all go away if," He licked his lips and I knew what he is hinting at.

"If, you allow me to join, just one time."

Adam started to sputter, not knowing what to say as he became angry, ready to stand until I placed my hand on his arm, calming him down slightly.

"The charges will be dropped? I can stay in school to finish my last year and Professor Page won't be fired?" I questioned, just to make sure.

"Yes, that is correct. Just one night and then we can pretend that this conversation never happened between us."

I looked at Adam, who was looking back and forth between his boss and I.

"One night, Adam. You talk to him and see what he can and can not do with me."

"Fine, but this is only one time. She is mine."

The only sounds that I could hear were the two men as they used me.

Dean Jackson is behind me, his hands gripping my hips tight as he pounds into my pussy from behind.

Professor Page had his hands on the back of my head, as he thrust his thick, girthy cock down my throat as I moaned around him.

One hard thrust from the man behind me, had me squealing around Adam's cock, making my pussy tightened around Matt's.

"Fuck!' I heard Matt groan as he leaned onto my back, his hips still thrusting into me as he wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me away from Adam's cock, making me gasp for air.

"Don't hog her Matt." Adam all but growled as he jerked his cock off in front of me.

"Back off Adam, you get to have her all the time. I am going to savour this moment." Matt said as he pulled out of me so just the tip was was left before slamming back into me, making me scream out, "Dean Jackson." Each and every time he did it.

I could see Adam out of the corner of my eye, and he was giving the two of us a hard look.

Adam walked in front of us, his hand wrapping around my throat, and squeezing it just right, making my eyes flutter, along with my pussy.

"Shit, who knew she liked to be choked." Matt sneered.

"You want both of our cocks sweet girl?" Adam said, ignoring his boss.

I nodded my head as best as I could, with his hand still gripping my throat.

"I call her ass." Matt said as he pulled out of me, laying on the bed next to me, fisting his cock.

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"That is fine with me. Like you said, I get to have her whenever I want." Adam said as he ran his hand over my cheek, as he let go of my throat.

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I feel so full as the two of them fucked me. Adam and I have only ever used toys to do this, but this, this is much different.

They were fucking me at two different speed.

Matt was fucking into my ass, slowly as he tried to savour this moment.

Adam is fucking me like a mad man. Trying to show his boss, that he owns my body as he forces orgasm after orgasm from my body, and I all I could do is lay there, between the two of them, moaning their names over and over again as they used my body to get off.

"Should have asked to join you once a week." Matt groaned, making Adam almost growl in jealousy.

"This is the only time you get to fuck her." Adam reminded her.

"Don't remind me." Matt said before he fucked up into me faster.

Their voices faded as I came once more, my body shaking at how intense it was.

Adam pulled out of me, standing on the bed as best as he could, jerking his cock off as I opened my mouth, and he placed the tip on my tongue just as he came, loudly.

I swallowed it as fast as I could, not wanting to waste a single drop.

"Did she just? Oh fuck. That is hot." Matt pushed me to the side, so he could roll out from under me, jerking his cock as fast as he could.

"Get on your knees." He demanded and I got on the floor, doing as he asked.

"Keep your mouth open." Was all the Dean of the school said before he loudly groaned my name, as he jerked his cock off over my face, my eyes closing just as the first rope hit my cheek.

I groaned as some hit my tongue, wanting to taste him, but I didn't move, not until he said so.

"Shit, so good for us. Swallow." And I did, groaning at the taste of him.

"You had your fun, now get out." Adam said as he wiped my face off with a towel.

"Oh come on. You invited me to your place Adam, and now you are kicking me out."

"You said one time Matt." Was all Adam said as I looked between the two of them.

Matt sighed and got dressed, and as he left, I wondered how the hell I could make this happen again.

[scumbag4scumbag]

This one's for the gays... (queers, bis, pans, trans, etc)

Gonna run this poll for a week... this IS for actual reasons, so please vote... Going on the honor system that queer folks only will vote, but I know there's no way to know for sure, so please be nice.

[sydsaint]

Heel Hangman please be mean to me. <3

Summary: Hangman comes back to AEW with a whole new attitude. And he sets his sights on the Bucks's new assistant.

You stand silently next to Matt and Nick, a tablet with their schedule clutched to your chest. The EVPs are busy chatting with a couple of guys from the production crew before Dynamite starts.

"YN," Matt calls your name and grabs your attention.

"Hmm? Yeah, boss?" You blink a couple of times before turning toward him.

Matt beckons you closer with a finger and you step over to him. "I've got a job for you, little lady." He informs you.

"Okay. What's up?" You nod, ready to listen.

"We've got a special guest hanging out in the VIP locker room. Will you go down there and see if he needs anything, please?" Matt asks you.

You nod and step back from the brothers, dismissing yourself with a courteous smile. You head off down to the VIP locker room and knock sharply on the door before entering.

"Hello?" You call out as you slowly crack the door open. "It's, YN? I'm here on behalf of Matt and Nick." You explain as you come through the door.

"It's alright, darlin', you can come in." A sweet country voice replies from somewhere inside the room.

Your eyes widen slightly in response to his reply as you shut the door behind you. You glance around the room and find the one and only Hangman Adam Page watching you from his chair.

"Adam Page?" You comment with slight surprise.

"In the flesh, darlin'." Page nods with an amused grin. "Matt and Nick didn't tell you who you were meeting?" He asks you.

You shake your head and linger by the door. "They just asked me to check up on their VIP." You explain. "Ask if you needed anything before the show."

"How nice of them. Especially sending a pretty little thing like you, to check up on me." Page grins to himself. "Come on, I don't bite." He beckons you further into the room.

You nod sheepishly and step further into the room under the Hangman's watchful eyes. He watches you cross the room so you're nearer to him with an amused grin.

"It was, YN, right?" He asks you. "That's what you said when you came in? You must be new. I'd like to think I'd of remember such a pretty face."

"I got hired last month." You nod again. "As Matt and Nick's new personal assistant."

Hangman nods thoughtfully at your explanation. He listens to you explain your job and nods along with you.

"Sounds like a coveted position. Do you like it?" He asks you curiously.

"It's a good job. Keeps me busy, and pays well." You answer honestly.

Hangman smiles at your answer, clearly amused by your conversation for some reason. "I bet." He quips.

You bounce on your heels, feeling nervous under Hangmans gaze for some reason.

"So, can I help you with anything before the show?" You ask him, fulfilling Matt and Nick's request.

"I'm alright, darlin'." Hangman shakes his head. "Thank you for asking, though. I appreciate the attention." He grins at you playfully.

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. That charming smile and the glint in his eyes makes your knee's feel weak under your weight.

"Right. Just...let me know if you need anything, sir." You nod at him.

"Sir?" Hangman quirks a brow at you. "Adam is just fine, darlin'. No need to be so formal." He assures you with a light chuckle.

You nod, feeling embarrassed for some unknown reason. "My bad. Have a good show, Adam." You smile at him and back up toward the door.

"You have a nice night as well, sweetheart." Page calls out as you slip through the door.

You step out into the hallway and take a deep breath in. "What the hell?" You breathe out, back braced against the wall while you compose yourself.

You head back to Matt and Nick to report that their VIP was fine for the night. Dynamite starts and you help out where you can.

The time comes for Hangman's match against Jeff Jarrett and you watch it intently from the back. You can't help but be mesmerized by Adam's strength and aggression. It's so different from the Adam Page you're used to seeing on TV. This isn't Adam Page, at all. Its, the Hangman.

After Dynamite ends, you gather your stuff and are about to leave for the night when Hangman happens through the backstage area. He spots you and saunters over with a curious glint in his eye.

"It was, YN, right?" Hangman comes to a stop about a foot from you. "Enjoy the show, darlin'?" He asks you with a grin.

You stare up at him, mouth slightly ajar. "It was a good show, yeah." You nod sheepishly.

"Matt told me earlier that you were watching my match with Jarrett." Hangman reveals. "How'd I do?"

"You were great." You nod again.

Hangman chuckles, amused by your meek demeanor. "Thanks, darlin'. Glad you had fun watching me."

"Y-yeah." You stutter out a reply.

"Anyway, I'll let you get out of here." Hangman grins and steps out of your way. "I'll be seeing you around, YN." He adds, your name dripping off his tongue in a way that sends a shiver up your spine.

You nod and hurry off before you say something to embarrass yourself. And you can feel Hangman's eyes on you as you retreat.

Page watches you go with an amused smile. Oh, this is going to be so much fun for him.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

HE KNOWS WHAT HE IS DOING

When I saw this I violently started screaming, thank you AEW figure fighters 🙏🏼

[midwestmade29]

Cowboy Hat 🤠

Another day, another story inspired by one of my favorite songs! 😍 Word count: 1.1k Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIFs by: @cowboyshit & @bloodycowboyclub

You guessed it, this story is smut 😌

If you are not 18+ years old, please KEEP SCROLLING. Minors do not interact.

Due to the explicit nature, this story is NSFW or minors.

Anger, seduction, mild cursing, unprotected sex.

After having an argument with Hangman, you find a way to make it up to him…

The room was quieter now since Adam walked away to cool off after the argument the two of you just had. He likely went outside to the horse stables, while you stood in the kitchen still fuming. You took your anger out on random things around the kitchen, trying to ease your frustrations.

You slammed cabinet doors as you put away clean dishes, pushed the drawers shut firmly making their contents rattle inside, even giving the trash can a little kick after you replaced the trash bag. You and Adam were both known to be stubborn, which usually added more fuel to the fire.

As the night played over and over in your head, your desire to be right started to dissipate, and the longer you thought about the root of your argument, the more the error of your ways started to surface.

“Shit!” you cursed under your breath when you realized you needed to apologize and make things right.

This cowboy of yours was always so patient with you, until you start pushing his buttons like you did tonight. You knew you had to make it up to him somehow, and an idea came to mind as your eyes scanned the room and landed on Adam’s cowboy hat hanging on a hook by the back door.

You heard the front door open and close as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Adam must’ve come back inside, so with one more quick glance and a deep breath, you made your way to the living room to greet him.

Adam was laying on the couch, so you walked up behind the it, and placed your hands on the frame. Adam stared ahead watching the TV, still ignoring you even after you whispered “Baby…” trying to get his attention. You grabbed the remote off Adam’s chest, and turned the tv off as you walked around to the front so he could fully see you.

His eyes grew large as he took in the sight of you, lips parting for a split second in surprise as he looked you up and down. You stood before him in all your naked glory, wearing nothing but his cowboy hat. The longer he stared at you, it was obvious he was trying to stay mad, but his resolve was quickly diminishing. You couldn’t help but smile at his failed attempt!

“What are you doing, Y/N?” his voice cracking a little when he asked.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier. I pushed you too far, and I’m sorry. Forgive me?” you said sweetly, looking up at him through your dark eyelashes. While you knew how to push his buttons, you also knew every trick in the book on how to turn Adam on.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he warned with no real threat behind it.

He was now sitting up on the couch, eyes still locked on your naked body. He started to squirm the closer you got to him, your plan clearly working.

Once you stood directly in front of him, you ran your fingers through his blonde locks, making him melt in the palm of your hand. His arms snaked around your waist as he stood up, goosebumps spreading all over your skin when the roughness from his calloused hands brushed up against it.

“You’re not playing fair.” He sighed as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Do I ever?” you asked rhetorically.

Adam took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, taking his time admiring the softness of your skin under his hands.

“Let me make it up to you.” You whispered against his lips.

When he pulled his face back to look at you, his blue eyes were now dark with desire, looking at you like he was ready to pounce and devour you. It was obvious that he was battling the thoughts in his head, but his want and need eventually won out when he closed the gap between you and crashed his lips against yours.

A moan escaped from deep in your throat the harder Adam kissed you. Both of you were all hands and breathy as you worked together trying to remove his shirt and jeans. Adam broke contact so he could remove his cowboy boots, causing you to laugh when they went flying through the room as he kicked them off. Once he was completely naked, you were salivating at every curve of his body, your cheeks burning with want.

Your bodies made their way back to each other immediately, the feeling of his bare skin against yours was almost enough to make you unravel! With your hand on his chest, you gently pushed until his calves hit the frame of the couch. Adam took the hint that you wanted him to sit, and he did so gladly.

His length was hard and glistening while he waited for your next move. You straddled him on the couch, your legs resting on each side of him as your cunt hovered above his tip. Adam gripped your hips with his fingertips as he guided your body down on top of his length. Both of you cursed as your wetness coated him, your walls squeezing him tightly as you moved up and down.

“Christ, Y/N! You feel so good!”

As you rode your cowboy into the promised land, your bodies moved in perfect harmony as you both inched closer to your sweet releases. Your hands were intertwined with Adam’s curls, tugging them, and making him hiss against your chest. He nipped the delicate skin around your collarbone, which only amped you up even more. Your breathing was ragged when the warmth and pressure from your cowboy started to overwhelm you.

“Baby, I’m so close!” he said lost in euphoria. The more your center continued to tug and pull him, Adam’s whimpers and grunts in your ear became more frequent.

Your name fell from his lips, sending you over the edge as your own moans echoed through the living room. Your muscles started contracting against his length, intense pleasure taking over your entire body as you continued riding out your release.

Adam succumbed to you, finally finding his release too. The two of you shared sweet kisses in between trying to catch your breath, feeling completely sated.

“So, do you forgive me?” you teased.

“I don’t know, Y/N. I might need further persuasion.” Adam joked.

You playfully swatted his chest, and his laughter made your heart swell. “I am a little perplexed about something though.” He admitted.

“Really? What about?” you asked apprehensively.

“I can’t decide who looks better in my hat now. You or me…”

Yeehaw 🤠

[coleskingdom]

So You’re a Doctor Now

Adam Page x F Reader

Warnings mentions of depression and self doubt.

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

Minors DNI 18+

I laid a wake my brain not being able to shut off staring at the wall. My brain kept replaying every mistake it had ever made, the self doubt had taken hold and the depression was creeping in. I had my phone on silent, so when I heard a key in my front door, I was slightly surprised. I heard his bag drop and his heavy footsteps down the hallway. Adam entered the bedroom as quietly as he could. He slid in to the bed behind me, placed a kiss on my cheek he must’ve felt my tears.

“Darlin are you awake?” his voice a warm caress against my ear. I nodded, not sure what might come out if I answered. He pulled me against him, my back against his strong chest, his arms wrapped around me, my head cradled in his shoulder. There was something in the tenderness in his exhaustion that broke me. I sobbed still not able to tell him what was wrong. “ it’s okay cry it out, I’m not going anywhere “ his hand interlocking with mine. “ I’m a fucking mess, you deserve to sleep I know you’re exhausted and you don’t need me cracking on you .” his arms tightened a little more. “What I want is to be right here, what I deserve is for you to let me. I can’t fix it but I can be right here.” my body began to relax into his. “ Do you want to talk about it?” as he loosened his arms Incase I wanted to roll towards him. The words tumbled out, as I started at the wall, he didn’t say anything but I knew he was listening because I could hear him start to say something. “Did you just call your meds your sad skittles?” his laugh making me laugh. His laugh made me laugh. “ I did” still laughing. The kiss on the neck that was meant to be sweet made me sigh.

“I’m no doctor but besides your sad skittles, I know of away to shut your brain up.”his mouth nibbling my ear, before moving back to my neck. “Really? you’ve been reading medical journals” his mmmhmm in my neck made me laugh. “This a very serious procedure, one that I happen to excel at “ his voice in my ear caused my body to react under his touch. I tried to grind my hips against him. “Be a good girl, and let me see if I can diagnose where the stress is.”his hand dipping under my tank top as his hand played with my breast, his lips never moving far from my favorite spot. “This one seems to be perfect.” As his hand moved to my other,I sighed as this time he pinched and rolled my nipple, when he did it again I moaned out his name . “This one seems perfect as well. Time for me to further explore this situation.” His hand trailed down my body, and slips into the waistband of my sleep shorts. He sighs when he finds there’s no underwear, “Darlin I think I may have found the source of your stress..” his voice full of lust” I believe the prescription is one-two orgasms at night and then to repeat in the morning.” His fingers playing around where I needed him the most. “ Please Adam” as I shifted my legs to give him better access. He teased me by inserting one finger as he ground his palm against my clit, his mouth still kissing and nibbling my neck. I gasped when he added the second finger. I could feel the beginning of my orgasm start to build, his fingers picked up speed as he found that spot deep inside that only he could find he curled his fingers as he felt my legs start to shake and my core clenched around him. “That’s it Darlin be a good girl, and cum for me.” The orgasm so strong that my body pushed his fingers out of me as I came soaking his hand .

His fingers playing with my clit still, “ Darlin, that was so fucking hot” he nipped my ear, “This time I want to see you underneath me as you come apart.” Even though it was only a minute the loss of his touch caused me to whimper. “Fuck, darlin I hope your close because this isn’t gonna last long” as his cock teased my slick folds he entered me his forearm bearing the weight, as his hand slipped between us teasing my clit again, I began to flutter around him “ Adam please” pulling him in deeper “ That’s it darlin milk my cock, it’s all yours, my good girl taking all of me. Your body made just for me, pull me in deeper.” My hips lifted and I hooked my ankles pulling him that final inch in to me. His thrusts started to falter, and the sounds falling from him. I came underneath him with the intensity of the first one, as he fucked me through, I felt him twitch inside of me, his release spurred a third from me. He collapsed on top of me, praising me and peppering kisses on my face and my neck. He rolled off of me,catching his breath before pulling me into him. My brain finally quiet and my body relaxed. I curled into his arms my head on his chest as he whispered soft words fingers in my hair as I fell asleep.

[madhatterbri]

Belong | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Adam Page in the wild west. Sheriff turned outlaw. Boxing match with Juice who disrespected his woman, and no one disrespects his woman. Only way to calm down Adam Page after the match is to let him fuck the shit out of her.

Requested by: @magicalbuttertarts

Adam Page Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl

The sheriff turned outlaw was angry. Despite getting his revenge, something was off. He thought a nice bath would calm him down, but nothing. The scene from earlier that night played in his head repeatedly.

Juice with his hand on Y/N. His hand rode up her side and tipped her chin up. She didn't push him away. Instead, she smiled. As if she was loving the attention. When he leaned in to kiss her, she finally stopped him. Her hands rested against his chest to shove him away. When he didn't get the hint, Adam stepped in.

Things came to blows relatively quickly. An all-out brawl just outside the saloon's wooden doors. The sound of flesh punching flesh sounded could be heard along with curses. When Juice was unconscious on the floor, the Hangman walked inside like nothing happened.

The scene started to play repeat, but this time, he focused on the way she enjoyed his attention. A former woman of the night from Toni Storm's Ranch, she was used to being flirty and friendly with men to get money. Adam, of course, was different. They were in a relationship. She belonged to him and only him.

That was it. A light bulb went off in his head. He had to remind her who he belonged to. When he felt his pants tighten, he knew what he had to do.

"On the vanity,"

Three simple words, but the roughness behind it made her realize not to question the cowboy. She sat on the vanity. He grabbed the back of her knees and yanked them apart. Adam stepped inside and stared into her eyes to see if she would challenge him. A challenge never came.

He snaked his fingers in her hair and pulled. Her gasp was silenced by his kiss. His tongue explored the crevice of her mouth. Y/N's tongue met his. When he pulled away, he bit her bottom lip and tugged. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to show her he was in complete control tonight.

Adam planned his next attack. His lips latched on to her special spot. When times called for it, he bit her neck before quickly kissing and licking the pain away. She squirmed. His actions would certainly leave marks, which would be the talk of the town in church tomorrow. His hand gripped her thigh in a warning for her to keep still. She obeyed.

His hand on her thigh slid up her short dress. He bit back a curse when he didn't feel any undergarments. His eyes darkened. Y/N suddenly felt embarrassed. She tried to make an excuse, but before she could think of one, his fingers began exploring.

Adam rubbed his thumb against her clit. She panted and gripped the side of the vanity. He let go of her hair and slid his fingers inside of her. To no one's shock, she was wet ready for him. She had admitted to Adam before she liked him a little rougher. Her walls clenched around his two fingers.

Shamelessly, she thrusted her hips when his fingers slid inside of her. Calls of his name filled the room. Her orgasm washed over her, yet he didn't stop. Quickly becoming overstimulated, she tried to push her arms away from her.

Adam pulled away. His lover starter to catch her breath. He didn't give her a long time.

The angry cowboy removed her from the vanity and bent her over it. Her stomach laid against her juices on the table. Her dress shoved roughly up to her waist. He left a hand on the small of her back to keep her still. Adam smacked her ass. She counted up to ten.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked roughly. He was panting above her. Adam raised one of her legs on top of the vanity.

"You," she answered weakly.

"No, no, who do you belong to?" He repeated. Adam removed his belt. He grabbed her wrists. The belt wrapped around them so she couldn't move. Y/N heard his zipper lower on his pants.

She groaned when she felt him at her entrance. Y/N answered him with more confidence. "You, I belong to you,"

Adam pushed himself inside. Walls stretched to accommodate him. Her eyes closed as her mouth parted. He was the only man that she ever allowed to treat her like this. When he was fully inside of her, he pulled her up by her wrists. Y/N stared at their reflection in the mirror. His crazy eyes stared at her. His hand gripped her cheeks to look in the mirror.

"You think Juice could do this to you?" He asked and thrusted in her roughly. Adam pulled out.

"You think he could make you feel this good? Huh? You belong to me," he grunted and thrusted back in. "And don't you ever fucking forget it,"

Y/N was let go to lay on the vanity. The Hangman grabbed her hips and forced her back on him whenever he thrusted in. She babbled incoherently, trying to insist that she only belonged to him. He chuckled to himself. She didn't have a choice in the matter.

His thrusts started to become erratic. The vanity banged against the walls loudly. Y/N was sure someone was going to come to complain. They would be dead the moment they opened the door.

Y/N's cheek rested against the wooden vanity as she watched him. Adam was looking down at her. His hairy chest heaved as thrusted in and out. He was the most beautiful man in the Wild West.

Nearing her second orgasm, a particular thrust threw her over the tipping point. Her body clenched around him. Adam thrusted one last time inside of her. He stilled as he filled her with up.

Heavy breathing filled the room. She fought to stay awake. Adam released her bindings. On wobbly legs, Y/N stood up properly. The Outlaw fiddled with the belt before looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"Get on the bed. I'm not done with you yet,"

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Hangman Adam Page●

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*Adam's POV*

"Hanger, seriously, you should talk to her. Instead of staring at her."

Nick hits my arm as I shake my head looking back at him. I look back over in the direction I was staring and see the most beautiful woman in the world. Y/N.

"Ummm Adam?"

My view gets blocked by Kenny sitting down right where she is standing across the room. I look at him as my smile drops.

"What's going on guys?"

They all start talking about tonight while I put my head in my hand, elbow on the table and start playing with my food dreaming about Y/N.

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*Y/N's POV*

1. 2. 3.

I pick up a win against Julia Hart. The TBS Champion. Earning me a championship opportunity coming up at the next PPV. I celebrate with the crowd before I head back to my locker room. I walk into my locker room and straight to my bag to get changed. I change into some bell bottom jeans, square toe cowboy boots and a dirty old Nascar shirt. I put my hair up into a bun and put my glasses on. I shove the rest of my stuff into my bag and as I look up, I see Adam Page has a quick squash match. I decide to sit down and watch his match. He ends it quickly with a Buckshot Lariat and gets the win. I smile a little watching him celebrate before walking to the back. I turn the TV off collecting the rest of my stuff and grabbing my phone and keys. I walk out of my locker room and start walking down the hallway. I walk outside, walking past a group of people not paying attention to who they are and start walking towards my pickup truck.

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*Adam's POV*

"Who was that?"

I lean in near Matt still looking over at this chick walking over the pickup truck parked next to mine. Matt lets out a little laugh looking over.

"Why don't you go to your truck and find out?"

He lightly pushes me towards my truck, I shoot him a look than start walking over. As I get closer, I smell a certain perfume that makes me smile a little.

"Shit."

I see her drop her keys on the ground as she is trying to throw her belongings into her truck. I kneel down on one knee picking them up for her. I look up at her handing her the keys and she looks down at me smiling. I stare up at her wide eyed and without realizing it, I say the stupidest thing ever.

"Marry me?"

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*Y/N'S POV*

I giggle looking down at him, covering my mouth. He continues staring at me so I decide to make my move on him.

"Yes Adam! Yes I will!"

I take my keys from his hand, stick them in my pocket, lean down, cup his face and kiss him. He instantly puts his arms around my waist picking me up and kissing me back. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck slowly kissing him back. He slowly pulls back looking at me and I put my forehead against his looking at him.

"Guess you have to go buy me a ring now."

"Yes I do baby. Yes I do."

[rootedinrevisions]

Unspoken

SUMMARY: What started as a casual birthday dinner with friends quickly took an unexpected turn the moment Adam sat next to you, his presence impossible to ignore. Drinks flowed, conversation sparked, and before long, you found yourself on the dance floor, the tension between you growing with each beat. He teased you with subtle touches and whispered words that sent your mind racing, yet you kept him at arm’s length, enjoying the game just as much as he did. By the time the night wound down, you assumed he’d let it go—until you returned to your hotel and saw him waiting by your door, eyes dark with intent.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one is a special one I wrote for one of my favorite people in the world @thedeboniardevistation HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL! I hope you like it!

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT.

The restaurant is dimly lit, its warm amber glow reflecting off the polished wood tables and cushioned chairs. The hum of conversation fills the air, laughter bouncing between the walls. It’s your birthday, and your closest friends have gathered to celebrate. You’d been looking forward to a night of relaxation, away from the hectic schedules and adrenaline of the ring.

As the waitress leads your group to a large round table, you glance around, spotting Adam Page—“Hangman” to most people—just behind you. He’s already smiling in that easygoing way that makes his eyes soften beneath the brim of his cowboy hat. You nod at him, casually assuming he’s just another one of the group tonight. After all, you and Adam talk often backstage, but your interactions have always felt friendly—nothing more.

You take a seat and moments later, Adam pulls out the chair next to yours. The motion feels casual enough to you, but when you glance up, you notice a couple of the others exchanging glances. You brush it off, not thinking much of it, and focus on the menu in front of you.

“Got any favorites here?” Adam’s deep voice asks, drawing your attention. His Southern drawl rolls off the words effortlessly, as if every sentence he speaks belongs in a country song.

You shrug, looking over the menu. “I’ve been here a few times, but I think I’ll try something new tonight.”

His gaze lingers a little too long, though you’re oblivious to it, focused on what you’re going to eat. Adam, however, can’t help but notice how your hair frames your face under the soft light, and he’s trying really hard not to let his eyes drift down your body. You’re always on his mind, whether it’s during work when he catches a glimpse of you talking to someone else or when he’s alone in his hotel room at night, wishing he could pull you into his arms.

He’s gotten pretty good at hiding it, or at least he thinks so. But tonight is different. Tonight, he’s sitting close enough that his knee brushes yours under the table, and that small contact alone makes his chest tighten.

The conversation flows easily among your group as drinks and appetizers are ordered. Adam’s voice dips in and out, answering questions here and there, but you notice he’s quieter than usual. Still, whenever you glance over at him, he’s got that relaxed smile, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

You laugh at a joke one of your friends cracks, nudging Adam lightly in the process. “Did you hear that?”

He chuckles, though he’s not entirely sure what he’s laughing at. His attention is split between trying to act normal and fighting the urge to reach out and rest his hand on your knee—just to see if you’d look at him differently, if you’d feel the same fire in his touch as he feels every time he’s near you.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard,” he responds, shaking his head. “You’ve got quite the crew here tonight.”

You smirk. “Of course, I only bring the best out for my birthday.”

It’s that smile that undoes him every single time. The way your lips curve, the way your eyes light up—it’s like a punch to the gut. Adam has felt this way for months, though he hasn’t had the nerve to act on it. You, meanwhile, have been completely unaware of the yearning looks he shoots your way when he thinks no one’s watching.

Everyone else sees it, though. They’ve caught the way he moves just a little closer to you backstage, the way his entire face softens whenever you enter a room. But you? You seem to chalk it up to him being friendly, as if Adam Page hasn’t been harboring some serious feelings for you for nearly a year now.

The dinner progresses smoothly, the table alive with chatter and laughter, but Adam stays close. His arm brushes yours now and again, sometimes intentional, sometimes not, and each time he feels the warmth of your skin through his sleeve, it takes everything in him to play it cool.

As the night wears on and dessert is served, one of your friends leans over with a smirk. “So, what’s the plan for the rest of the night? We hitting up a bar or something?”

You grin. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Adam leans back in his chair, eyes fixed on you even as you direct your attention elsewhere. He can’t help but wonder what you’d do if he pulled you aside tonight, told you how he really feels. Would you laugh it off, thinking he’s just joking around? Or would you stare at him in that way that makes his knees go weak, and tell him you’ve been waiting for him to say something all along?

“Guess I’ll tag along,” he says, his voice lower than usual.

You glance at him, grinning. “You sure you don’t have some wild cowboy plans tonight?”

He chuckles, but there’s a rough edge to it. “No plans better than celebrating your birthday.”

His words come out so smoothly, you don’t think twice about them, though the others exchange glances again. It’s not lost on them that Adam rarely, if ever, makes plans with anyone outside of work. And yet, here he is, sitting next to you all night, showing no intention of leaving your side.

As the group begins to gather their things, preparing to head out, you stand up and stretch. “Alright, time to go.”

Adam gets up too, his gaze trailing over you before he pulls his hat down lower over his eyes. If anyone noticed how tense he’s been tonight, they don’t say anything, though you catch the way one of your friends gives him a knowing smirk as the two of you walk side by side out of the restaurant.

The bar is dimly lit, quieter than the average nightlife spot, but still lively with a low hum of conversation and the occasional clink of glasses. It’s laid-back, the kind of place where jeans fit in just as easily as leather jackets and relaxed smiles. A cozy lounge with a polished wood bar and soft music—not quite honkytonk but with enough of a country undercurrent to keep the vibe friendly.

After dinner, your group spills into the place, a few of your friends immediately claiming a booth while others head to the bar to order drinks. You’re standing by the entrance, looking around the room, when Adam appears by your side, his hand gently brushing your elbow.

“I’ll get your first drink,” he offers, his voice smooth but that Southern accent slipping in, adding a lazy warmth to the words.

You smile up at him. “Thanks, Adam. I’ll take whatever you’re having.”

He grins, tipping his hat slightly before heading toward the bar. Your eyes follow him without thinking, taking in the way his jeans fit snugly over his frame. But before you can start to wonder why you’re staring, one of your friends sidles up to you, nudging your side with a knowing smile.

“So, Adam’s here, huh?” she teases.

You laugh lightly. “Yeah, I mean, he was invited, too.”

She raises an eyebrow, her voice dropping just a little as she leans in. “You think he’s single? Or is he seeing someone?”

The question catches you off guard. You blink, processing it for a moment. Adam Page? Seeing someone? For some reason, the idea of him with another woman makes your chest feel tight, though you don’t know why.

You fumble for a response. “Uh… I’m not sure.”

Your friend shrugs, her eyes flicking over to where Adam is standing at the bar, his cowboy hat slightly tilted back as he chats with the bartender. “He’s pretty hot. Think it’d be cool if I, you know, hit on him?”

A strange sensation rolls through you, like a spark of something unwelcome. The image of her cozying up to Adam, flirting, maybe even going home with him tonight—it unsettles you in a way you can’t quite name. You’re not possessive of him. He’s not yours. You don’t even have feelings for him… right?

But still, you hear yourself saying, “I think… he might be seeing someone.”

Your friend looks surprised, raising an eyebrow. “Really? Who?”

You hesitate for a beat, knowing you don’t have a good answer. “I’m not sure. He doesn’t talk about it much.” It’s a half-lie, but it’s enough to stop her from pursuing the idea further. Inside, though, you can’t help but wonder why you said it—why the thought of Adam with someone else stirred something deep within you.

As if on cue, Adam returns, two drinks in hand. He hands one to you, his fingers brushing against yours for a split second longer than necessary. You ignore the flutter in your stomach as you take a sip, the cool liquid sliding down your throat.

“Thanks,” you say, giving him a small smile.

Adam’s eyes linger on yours for a moment before he nods toward the small dance floor in the corner of the bar. “Wanna dance?”

Your friends are still scattered around the lounge, deep in their own conversations, and the music is soft enough that dancing seems more like an intimate thing than a group activity. But something in Adam’s tone makes it impossible to say no.

“Sure,” you reply, setting your drink down on the nearest table.

He leads you toward the floor, and at first, it’s easy. The two of you start dancing with a respectable distance between your bodies, the movements casual and unassuming. You let yourself relax into the rhythm, laughing at something he says about how out of practice he is when it comes to dancing. It’s fun, lighthearted… until it’s not.

The space between you starts to shrink, bit by bit. His arm brushes against yours. His knee bumps into yours. And soon, the soft beat of the music seems to guide you closer together, until there’s barely a breath of space left between you.

You’re facing him now, your bodies moving in sync as the rest of the world blurs around you. It’s as if everything else fades, leaving only the two of you on this dance floor. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer as you let yourself lean into the warmth of his body.

And then, almost without thinking, you turn around, your back pressing against his chest, the curve of your hips brushing against him as you move to the beat. You feel him still for a moment, the air between you thickening. His hands settle on your waist, his fingers gripping just a little tighter.

You arch your back, pressing into him further. He lets out a low chuckle, and you feel the rumble of it against your spine.

“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

You swallow hard, a shiver running down your spine. “What do you mean?”

Adam leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”

The words send a thrill through you, heat pooling low in your belly. He’s always been good at getting under your skin, but this? This is different. This is something you can’t ignore.

His grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you against him, the hard line of his body pressing into yours. “You know what you’re doing to me, darlin’,” he whispers, his voice low and rough.

You bite your lip, tilting your head back just enough to catch his eye. “Maybe I do.”

Adam’s breath hitches, and for a moment, neither of you move, the tension between you crackling like electricity.

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” he says, and it’s not a question.

Your heart skips a beat, the heat between you burning hotter. But you’re not ready to give in just yet. You turn your head slightly, giving him a challenging smile. “I don’t like being told what to do,” you murmur, “unless I’m naked and underneath you.”

A slow grin spreads across his face, his eyes dark with want. “That can be arranged.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest as Adam’s words hang in the air, thick with desire. His hands are still resting on your waist, holding you close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. For a split second, you’re tempted to just give in—to let the night end exactly the way he’s suggesting. But then, a playful glint sparks in your eyes.

You take a small step away from him, turning to face him fully. The slight distance between your bodies makes his hands fall from your waist, and you can feel the surprise in his eyes as you smirk up at him.

“Maybe,” you say, your tone light and teasing, but with just enough edge to keep him guessing. “But you’re going to have to work a little harder than that, cowboy.”

Adam raises an eyebrow, a slow smile curling his lips as he watches you, clearly not expecting that response. “Oh, am I now?” he says, his voice rich with amusement.

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, turning away with a little shrug as if the heat between you hadn’t just spiked moments ago. You flash him a quick, challenging look over your shoulder. “You’ll have to prove you can keep up.”

Before he can respond, you slip through the crowd of your friends and back toward the booth where your drinks sit, leaving Adam standing there with a grin tugging at his mouth. You can feel his eyes on you as you move, and you love it—the way the tension is still there, but now it’s a game.

You rejoin the group with a carefree smile, plopping down in the booth and taking a sip of your drink like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. But one of your friends isn’t so easily fooled.

“So…” she begins, sliding into the seat next to you, her voice low with curiosity. “What was that about?”

You blink, feigning innocence. “What was what about?”

She gives you a look, clearly not buying it. “You and Adam. I swear, the two of you looked like you were about to combust on the dance floor. And don’t think I didn’t notice the way he’s been eyeing you all night.”

You take another sip of your drink, glancing at her with a coy smile. “We’re just dancing.”

Your friend snorts. “Yeah, and I’m a professional ballerina.” She nudges your arm. “Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t feel something between you two.”

You hesitate, your mind replaying the way Adam’s body had pressed against yours, the way his breath had tickled your ear, the way his words had sent a shiver through you. Something about him always gets under your skin, but admitting that to anyone—even yourself—feels like giving up control. And you like being in control.

“I don’t know,” you say, your voice softening. “He’s… I mean, it’s just Adam. We’re coworkers.”

Your friend raises an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean there can’t be something more.”

Before you can respond, the man himself saunters back over to the table, his presence unmistakable. He catches your eye with that same easy smile, but there’s a glimmer of determination now—a spark that tells you he’s ready to rise to your challenge.

He sits back down next to you, just close enough that your knees bump under the table. “What’d I miss?” Adam asks, his voice low, but there’s an unmistakable playfulness behind it. You can feel his energy, the way he’s waiting for your next move.

Your friend gives you a knowing look before sliding out of the booth to go join some of the others. You’re alone with Adam again, and the air around you feels charged.

“Just talking,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, though the proximity of him is already doing things to your composure. “About how you might need to step up your game if you’re planning on taking anyone home tonight.”

Adam’s eyes gleam with interest, and he leans in, just enough that his voice drops to that deep, rumbling tone that always seems to get to you. “You know,” he says, his lips curving into a grin, “I think you like making me work for it.”

“Maybe,” you say with a shrug, not looking at him but instead focusing on the rim of your glass. “But isn’t that part of the fun?”

His hand slides casually along the back of the booth, brushing your shoulder. It’s a small gesture, but it sends a spark of heat through you. “For you, maybe,” he murmurs, his voice lower now. “But darlin’, I’m a man who knows what he wants. And what I want—” His words trail off as he leans in a little closer, his lips brushing against your ear just enough to make you shiver. “—is you.”

The words send a thrill racing through you, but you’re not about to give in so easily. You turn your head slightly, your lips almost grazing his cheek as you meet his gaze. “Like I said… you’re going to have to work a little harder than that.”

Adam chuckles, a deep, warm sound that sends heat rolling through you. “I’m up for the challenge,” he says softly, his hand brushing yours under the table. “And something tells me you want me to win.”

Before you can respond, a few of your friends make their way back to the table, oblivious to the tension radiating between you and Adam. As the night goes on, the playful banter continues, your friends exchanging knowing glances as they catch on to the back-and-forth. They may not know the details, but it’s clear to them that something’s brewing between you two.

But for now, you’re content to let Adam chase. You can feel his eyes on you, the way his gaze lingers when you laugh, the way he watches you when you talk to the others. And every now and then, you meet his stare, the silent challenge still hanging in the air.

By the end of the night, you know the game isn’t over—not by a long shot. You stand up to leave, giving Adam a quick glance over your shoulder as your friends start saying their goodbyes.

“Maybe next time,” you say, your voice soft but teasing as you catch his eye one last time.

Adam smirks, tipping his cowboy hat with a slow nod. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As you walk out of the bar, your heart races with anticipation. You don’t know when the next move will come, but one thing’s for sure—you’re not done playing this game with Adam Page just yet.

As the night winds down, you part ways with your friends, your laughter lingering in the cool night air as everyone says their goodbyes. Adam had stayed back at the bar with a few of the others, sharing a few more drinks and swapping stories. You can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment as you glance back, noticing that he hadn’t even made a move to leave with you. Had he given up the chase?

It stings a little more than you want to admit. After everything tonight—the playful back-and-forth, the heat that simmered between you, the unspoken promises—you thought for sure he’d try harder, push just a little further. But maybe this was just a game to him after all.

With a small sigh, you make your way back to your hotel. The elevator ride up to your floor feels oddly quiet, the lingering buzz of the night fading. You’re almost embarrassed at how much you’d let yourself get swept up in the idea of Adam wanting you. He did want you, didn’t he? Or had you just imagined it all?

You fumble with your keycard, trying to shake the thoughts from your mind as you step off the elevator and head toward your room. The hallway is dimly lit, and the sound of your footsteps echo off the walls as you near your door. All you can think about now is sinking into bed, forgetting the flutter in your chest every time Adam looked at you tonight.

But then, you see him.

Leaning casually against the wall right next to your door, arms crossed, that signature cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes. His dark jeans cling to his legs, and the black bandana around his neck is the final touch to his laid-back but unmistakably commanding presence. His eyes flick up to meet yours as you approach, and you freeze.

He’s been waiting for you.

“Adam?” you ask, your voice laced with surprise and confusion. You stop a few steps short of your door, your pulse quickening at the sight of him. “What…what are you doing here?”

Adam uncrosses his arms, pushing off the wall with the ease of someone who’s completely in control. He takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, his gaze never leaving yours.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you walk away that easy, did you?” he drawls, his Southern accent making every word sound like a lazy promise.

Your heart skips a beat as he closes the distance between you. The hallway feels smaller now, the air between you heavy with anticipation. You had been so sure that he was done, that the game had ended. But here he is, standing just inches away from you, and the heat that had simmered between you all night suddenly flares back to life.

“You looked like you were having fun back there,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant as you gesture vaguely toward the direction of the bar. “I didn’t think you’d—”

“Didn’t think I’d what?” he interrupts, his voice low and gravelly as he takes another step closer. “Come after you?”

Your breath catches in your throat. The way he’s looking at you now—it’s not just playful anymore. There’s something more in his eyes, something deeper, and you can feel it pulling you in.

“I thought maybe you’d given up,” you admit, your voice barely a whisper now.

Adam’s eyes darken, his jaw tightening as if he’s weighing his next words carefully. Then, without warning, his hand reaches out, gently tilting your chin up so that you’re forced to meet his gaze. His touch is firm but careful, the rough pads of his fingers sending a shiver through you.

“Darlin’,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly along your jawline. “When it comes to you, I don’t give up that easy.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as his words sink in. There’s no escaping the intensity of the moment now, no brushing off the tension between you as just a bit of harmless fun. It’s real. And it’s right in front of you.

Your eyes flick to his lips for a brief second, the temptation overwhelming, but you manage to hold back. You can’t let him see how much you want him… at least not yet. So, instead, you give him a small, teasing smile and step back just enough to break his touch.

“Still,” you say, tilting your head coyly. “You’re going to have to work harder than that.”

Adam’s expression shifts, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches you pull away. He chuckles softly, shaking his head as if he’s enjoying every second of this. “You keep sayin’ that,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “But I think you’re the one who’s been wanting me to catch you all night.”

You don’t answer, but the silence between you is telling enough. You both know what’s happening here, and yet the push and pull makes it all the more intoxicating. Your body is already buzzing with adrenaline, with the promise of what could happen next.

Adam takes a small step forward, crowding your space again. This time, he doesn’t wait for you to pull back. He leans down, his lips so close to your ear that you can feel the warmth of his breath as he speaks.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere tonight,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “So how about you stop runnin’ and let me in?”

You close your eyes, your pulse quickening as his words wash over you. The desire between you two is undeniable now, and the only question left is how long you’re willing to drag this out.

You open your eyes and turn to face him fully, a slow smile creeping across your lips as you consider your next move. With a deep breath, you finally give him what he’s been waiting for.

“Okay, cowboy,” you say softly, your voice barely more than a whisper. “You win.”

Adam’s eyes flash with triumph, and before you can even process what’s happening, he’s got his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. His lips crash against yours, and everything you’ve been holding back all night suddenly surges to the surface. The kiss is fierce, intense, and you can feel every ounce of the tension that’s been building between you two all night in the way his hands grip your body, in the way he kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment forever.

When you finally pull back, breathless and flushed, Adam looks down at you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“Now that’s more like it,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You can’t help but laugh, the tension between you shifting from fiery to something lighter, more playful. But the desire is still there, burning under the surface, and you know tonight is far from over.

With a quick swipe of your keycard, you unlock the door to your hotel room and push it open. Adam follows close behind, his presence unmistakable as you both step inside, the door clicking shut behind you.

And just like that, the chase is over. But the night? It’s only just beginning.

The door closes with a soft click behind you, but the sound feels louder, heavier in the quiet space of your hotel room. Adam steps further in, his presence filling the room with a palpable intensity. You don’t say a word, not as you take a few steps back, the carpet soft under your feet, not as you let the tension between you stretch out for just a moment longer.

Adam’s eyes stay on you, dark and heated, as he pulls off his hat, tossing it casually onto the chair by the window. You watch, your heart thundering in your chest, as his fingers tug the black bandana from around his neck, the slow unraveling sending your pulse racing.

“Been waiting for this,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as he takes a step toward you, closing the gap once again. His words send a shiver down your spine, the reality of the moment settling in now. This isn’t just a game anymore.

It’s happening.

You can feel the shift, the weight of the desire between you pressing in, but there’s no fear. No hesitation. Just the thrill of knowing exactly where this night is going.

Adam reaches for you, his hands firm as they slide around your waist, pulling you into him. Your breath hitches as you feel the solid warmth of his body against yours, his strength undeniable as he cups your face with one hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

You tilt your head up to him, your lips parting slightly as your eyes meet his. The tension is electric, buzzing between you, but there’s something else now too—a tenderness, a kind of vulnerability that neither of you has shown until now.

“I’ve wanted you for so damn long,” he murmurs, his voice dropping into that Southern drawl that makes every word sound like a promise. His forehead rests against yours for a moment, his breath mingling with yours, his hands holding you close, like he’s savoring this before taking the final step.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt. You let out a breathless laugh, the nervous excitement bubbling up inside you.

“I didn’t think you were ever going to make a move,” you confess softly, your fingers gripping the material of his shirt as you lean into him.

Adam chuckles, his lips brushing against your temple as his arms tighten around you. “Trust me, darlin’,” he whispers against your skin, his voice thick with heat. “I’ve been dying to.”

And then his lips are on yours again, but this time it’s different. It’s not just a kiss—it’s everything. It’s all the words he hasn’t said, all the looks he’s given you, all the moments where the tension between you threatened to spill over. It’s need and want and raw desire, wrapped up in one fierce, breathless kiss.

Your hands slide up his chest, fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, your body pressed tight against his. Adam’s grip on you is firm, possessive, like he’s been waiting for this moment for longer than he’ll admit. His tongue brushes against your lips, and you part them without hesitation, the kiss deepening as his hands roam your body, exploring every curve, every inch of you that he can reach.

You break the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor in a messy heap. Adam’s hands follow suit, sliding under your shirt, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your waist, sending a shiver through you. You’re suddenly desperate to feel him against you, to close the distance that’s still between you.

The rest of your clothes come off in a blur of motion, discarded carelessly around the room as the two of you stumble toward the bed. Your back hits the mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat building between you as Adam leans over you, his hands braced on either side of your head.

For a moment, he just looks at you—his gaze sweeping over your body, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable. But there’s something more there, too. Something that makes your heart race even faster.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, his voice rough with want. His hand slides down your side, his fingers skimming the curve of your waist before gripping your hip, pulling you closer to him. His lips find yours again, softer this time, like he’s savoring the feel of you.

The weight of him above you is intoxicating, every inch of your body buzzing with anticipation as his kisses trail down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You arch into him, your fingers gripping his shoulders, your mind spinning with how badly you want him.

And then his hands are on you, exploring you in a way that leaves no part of you untouched, no inch of skin ignored. The sensation of his touch is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as his lips follow the path his hands have already taken.

It’s almost too much—the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s touching you, the way he’s making you feel like you’re the only person in the world right now. You’re burning for him, aching for him, and when he finally presses into you, it’s like everything falls into place.

The gasp that leaves your lips is swallowed by his kiss, and for a moment, all you can feel is him. The heat, the intensity, the overwhelming sense of rightness that comes with every movement, every sound, every breathless whisper of your name.

Adam moves slowly at first, his hands braced on either side of you as his lips find yours again. But it doesn’t stay slow for long. The tension between you, the months of unspoken desire, the build-up of everything you’ve kept bottled up—it all spills over now, in the way he holds you, in the way his body moves against yours, in the way you respond to him without hesitation.

It’s primal, intense, but there’s a sweetness to it too. The way he presses his forehead to yours, the way he whispers your name like it’s something sacred, the way his hands never stop touching you, even as your bodies move together in a rhythm that feels like it’s been building for so long.

You lose track of time—of everything but him. The world outside the walls of this hotel room doesn’t exist anymore. There’s just Adam, and the way he’s making you feel, and the way you never want this moment to end.

But eventually, it does. And when it does, you’re left breathless, your body still humming with the aftershocks of everything you just shared.

Adam collapses next to you, his chest heaving as he pulls you into his arms, his breath hot against your neck. Neither of you says anything for a long moment, the silence between you filled with the sound of your breathing, the quiet aftermath of what you’ve just crossed.

Finally, Adam speaks, his voice low and rough in your ear.

“Should’ve done that a long time ago,” he murmurs, his hand resting on your hip, holding you close.

You smile, your eyes closing as you snuggle into him, your body still pressed against his. “Yeah,” you whisper, your voice soft and content. “You really should have.”

And just like that, the line between you has been crossed. There’s no going back now. And truth be told, you don’t want to.

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Love Me Not

Summary: STRICKPAGE

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Hangman Adam Page X Swerve Strickland

Warnings: Suckin and fuckin and holdin hands

Words: 2111

"I couldn't care less about you..." Adam spat, his vision still blurry. He was barely able to raise up on his elbows to look Swerve in the face. The chokehold he had just taken in the ring was still affecting him. He was recovering slower and slower these days. The things he put his body through to thwart Swerve were clearly taking a toll on him.

Swerve stared down at Adam in disgust. "I don't believe that at all, Hangman. I believe you're obsessed with me." Swerve leaned down, his face hovering mere inches from Adam's. "You are obsessed, and you're going to die trying to take me out. I just want to know why?"

"Because it can't be you..." Adam grumbled without really thinking. He shuffled backward to rest against the wall. His body hurt. His mind was a jumbled, exhausted mess. He didn't want to get into it with Swerve right now, but he wasn't about to just lie back and take the other man's attacks either.

Swerve closed the distance between them once more, refusing to let up. "Why not?" He demanded, angrily butting his head into Adam's. "Why are you so hellbent on keeping this from me? It's bordering on insanity, Hangman, and you're gonna to have to explain it to me."

Adam closed his eyes, feeling Swerve nudge angrily against his forehead until their noses touched. He could feel Swerve's body heat radiating off of him, could feel the sweat he had worked up in their match mixing with his own.

He and Swerve had shared in moments like this before, but only in the ring - never outside of it. The fiery anger and hatred they had for each other felt different in this cool, quiet, dimly lit hallway with no one around to witness it.

In his exhausted and weakened state, Adam felt himself starting to crack under Swerve's pressure. "It just can't be you, Swerve... It can't be you that I--"

He cut off abruptly and shoved Swerve backward and away from him. It was a weak movement and Swerve barely moved at all. Adam regarded Swerve angrily, as if daring him to ask one more question, promising there would be hell to pay if he did.

“...That you what?" Swerve asked, not moving a muscle, his voice now barely above a whisper as if somehow he knew he was treading on thin ice, and was trying desperately not to break it.

"Fuck you." Adam spat.

That was it.

Swerve was on him again in an instant, shoving him hard against the wall and throwing a punch to his jaw "Fuck me? Fuck me?" He roared while Adam struggled against him, too weak to put up much of a fight. "Clearly you fucking want to! I'm all you can think about, so how about I give you your chance, huh? It's just me and you here, Hangman, so go ahead! Take your shot at me. Come on!" Swerve grabbed Adam roughly by the jaw and glared down at him, his fury and frustration showing in his wide, angry eyes. Adam returned the stare before his eyes shifted involuntarily to Swerve's lips and back.

Swerve absolutely noticed. "You mother fucker..." He hissed before forcing Adam's head back and crushing his lips against his.

There was a brief moment where they both seemed to be taken by surprise, but Adam quickly found his wits and shoved Swerve away, hard. Swerve fell onto the flat of his back and began to laugh in a low, mocking tone. "Yeah okay, just keep shoving me away, Hangman. Shove me away only to chase me down. But I understand you now. You've finally made yourself clear."

"Shut the fuck up." Adam threatened. He realized he felt both anger and desire in equal measure as he watched Swerve's half naked body draped across the floor. His eyes lingered on Swerve's wide chest and toned stomach. He tore his gaze away before it could drift any lower.

Swerve watched Adam struggle and regarded him with a grin for a moment. "Why look away Hangman? Don't you like what you see?" Swerve stretched against the cool floor tiles, arching his back and flexing his shoulders.

Adam remained silent but God help him, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Swerve. They traced over his body and even as he watched, Swerve got up to his hands and knees and began crawling across the floor to Adam. He grabbed the inside of one thigh and pushed Adam's legs apart roughly so he could move in to the space between them.

Adam suddenly felt helpless. He didn't have it in him anymore to resist Swerve. He was too tired and Swerve was too close, and this had all gone on for too long.

Adam felt as if his very life were teetering on the edge of a cliff that he could do nothing to keep from falling down now.

"You done fighting?" Swerve asked in a whisper, moving in to brush his lips right against Adam's ear. Adam sighed softly, feeling Swerve's breath tickle his neck. In the silent beat that followed Swerve waited for an answer, but Adam kept his mouth shut. He didn't trust himself to speak.

“Nah, you have to say it. Tell me that you're done." Swerve brought his tongue out to lick along the edge of Adam's ear before taking the lobe in his mouth and giving it a light nibble.

Adam groaned and brought his hands up to cup Swerve's face. He pushed him back just enough so that their lips were almost touching. He locked eyes with Swerve. He leaned in so that their lips might just brush, but Swerve resisted and pushed Adam back roughly. "Say it." He demanded, clearly losing patience.

"I...I'm done." Adam finally relented before crushing his lips to Swerve's in a rush. He found that simply saying those words was all it took and Swerve was kissing him back urgently. He felt the apprehensive tension that was there a moment before dissipate from Swerve's body and he seemed to melt against him. Swerve's hands found his shoulders and hooked around them, pulling Adam in closer. Their bare chests met, stiffened nipples grazing each other.

Adam snaked a hand down to squeeze Swerve's ass which caused the other man to moan against his lips. He had always wanted to do that. Adam realized that part of him felt alive and full of energy once more. Maybe his body had not been quite as tired as he imagined. Or perhaps it was the emotional burden he had been carrying all this time that had been taking the larger toll on him.

With renewed vigor he brought his hands to Swerve's chest and pushed him backward, but he followed this time and lay on his side, chest to chest and mouth to mouth with Swerve.

As their kissing deepened and their tongues met, Adam rolled his hips against Swerve's, his body aching to feel the other man's. Adam was rock hard inside of his tights, and with that small movement he discovered that Swerve, too, was feeling the effects of their activities. Their cocks bumped and slid against each other through the thin layers of their gear.

"Oh, Hangman..." Swerve muttered teasingly between kisses. "What am I going to do with you?" He brought a hand down between their bodies and palmed Adam's erection. He slid his fingers up and down over the smooth fabric covering it before taking hold of the waistband of Adam's tights and yanking them down, allowing Adam's cock to spring free. Swerve resumed his grasp of it, gasping softly in surprise at the slick, wet precum he felt coating Adam's flesh. "Fuck..." he murmured, before biting at Adam's lower lip.

He grasped Adam's cock tighter and began working his hand up and down his shaft, every so often bringing his fingers higher to glide across the sensitive head, each pass causing Adam to whimper lightly between panting breaths.

Adam too groped down between their bodies and found Swerve's tights. He peeled them down and away from Swerve's body, glancing down to take in the sight of him. Where Adam was endowed more in length, Swerve showed more girth and Adam wasted no time in taking his cock in hand. His skin felt hot and velvety smooth at the base, but slick wet with warm precum at the very tip. Adam took some of that wetness onto his fingers and raised it up to his mouth. He sucked Swerve's juices from his fingertips as Swerve watched him, mouth open in aroused surprise.

"There's plenty more where that came from if you want a better taste..." Swerve suggested in a low voice. Adam took his meaning and silently agreed. He began to move down Swerve's body, stopping here and there to lick and kiss his chest, his stomach, his hips. When he arrived between Swerve's thighs he wasted no time in tasting what was there, dragging his tongue up Swerve's full length before swirling it at the tip, licking up all of the moisture that had leaked from him.

Swerve moaned and brought his hands down to grasp Adam's head, urging him on. Adam's lips parted and he took Swerve entirely into his mouth in one fluid motion, pleasantly surprised to find that Swerve fit perfectly in his mouth without choking him too much. He found that his mouth had watered so much that saliva escaped from the edges of his lips and dripped down on to Swerve. It seemed he was naturally inclined toward Swerve's taste. He slid his tongue along the underside of Swerve's cock as he began to suck him and Swerve tried to bite down on a whimper in response.

Try as he might to stay still, Swerve found his hips moving back and forth on their own. He pumped in and out of Adam's mouth, fingers knotted in his hair. He heard Adam moan around his cock and he looked down to see that he was stroking himself while Swerve fucked his face. The sight caused his cock to go even more rigid, and he felt himself careening toward a climax already. He slowed his thrusts in an attempt to make this last a little longer, but Adam picked up speed himself, taking Swerve deeper into his throat with each pull, smacking and slurping lewdly until it felt like he was trying to swallow Swerve's cock whole.

Swerve held on as long as he could but he felt his body tense up and his hips begin to buck forcefully as he felt himself losing control.

His moans got louder and louder until he reached his climax and cried out “Adam!” He came hard down the other man's throat, pulse after pulse shooting out of him and causing his entire body to spasm. At the same time, Adam whimpered around Swerve's cock as his own orgasm began to overtake him.

Swerve looked down to catch the sight of Adam's pink-tipped cock practically kicking out of his hand as he stroked himself to release, long ropes of cum splashing out of him and onto the tile beneath them.

After one last clearing swallow, Adam allowed himself to fall backward to the floor, releasing Swerve from between his lips. Swerve too could do nothing more than lie back against the tiles in a haze of pleasure.

The two men's breathing slowed after a time and Swerve found his hand almost involuntarily reaching out toward Adam's, whose grasp he met. He closed his fingers around the other man's as his pulse slowed and a serious wave of exhaustion overtook them both.

Thankfully no one happened across them in the 10 minutes or so they lay there asleep on the floor next to each other, hand in hand and still completely exposed.

Swerve was the first to rouse from their brief respite. He covered himself and got to his feet before nudging Adam under the ribs with the foot of his boot. "Up and at 'em, cowboy." he called down softly. "We can't crash here. We have planes to catch.”

Adam's eyes slid open slowly. He looked in no state to wake, but he had little choice. He laboriously got to his feet and met Swerve's eyes. They regarded each other in silence for a moment.

"It can be you..." Adam said, his eyes darting away from Swerve's. "If you want it to be."

Swerve smiled and shook his head, wrapping an arm around Adam's shoulders and guiding him toward the venue exit. "It always was." He replied.