#i just put most semi-sexy pics under cut tags so that no one has to see them if they don’t wanna

[razorsadness]

Happy Boxing Day, have some recent photos of my cleavage.

[ghostofviperwrites]

Revelation

Not a request.  This is another one that has been sitting for a while.  Not sure if I should do a continuation or not.

Pairing:  Marty Scurll/FC, mentions of Kenny Omega

Category:   Smut

Warnings: Oral sex, interrupted sex, mentions of m/m sex

“Is that true?”  You asked as you walked into the apartment you shared with your semi-serious fuck buddy Marty Scurll.   You had been seeing each other since he moved in about seven months ago.  You weren’t technically committed or labeled, but when you were together in the same town, you were together.  Each of you understood that you both traveled a lot for your respective jobs and things got lonely on the road, so if there was an itch that needed to be scratched you both were free to hook up.   As you had walked in Marty had just divulged a very interesting tidbit and you were curious.

“Uh, we’ve got to go.”   Nick Jackson said jumping to his feet and pulling his brother Matt up and pushing him towards the door.  The two brothers made up the tag team The Young Bucks and were two of Marty’s closest friends and traveling partners.  

“Yeah, um, we have a thing.  Have to go right now.”  Matt seconded not meeting your eyes as they shuffled out the door with a hurried goodbye.

“So?”  You arched your eyebrow expectantly, your face not betraying any emotion or giving Marty the slightest hint of what you were thinking.  

He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.  Marty didn’t want to lie to you, he liked and respected you too much for that, but he was hesitant to confirm what you had overheard.   He wasn’t ashamed of it, but wasn’t sure what you would think. It wasn’t anything the two of you had ever discussed and he didn’t know your views on the subject.  

“Yes it’s true.”  He finally confirmed with a nod meeting your gaze.  He watched as you put your bags on the dining table before moving to sit next to him on the couch.  

“So you’ve gotten a blowjob from a guy before?”  You double checked that you had heard correctly, seeing Marty nodding his confirmation from the corner of your eye.  “Recently?”  You asked.

“Depends what you consider recent.”  Marty said still trying to get a feel on the situation.  

“Since we met?”  You responded.

“Once” Marty answered nervously.  He drummed his fingers on his thighs impatiently as the silence dragged on. “C’mon Y/N you gotta give me something, I’m drowning here.  What are you thinking?”  He finally blurted out.  

When you looked up at him, your full bottom lip snagged between your teeth, he saw a familiar fire lighting in your eyes.  “What am I thinking?”  You murmured. “I’m thinking that is so fucking hot.” You growled launching yourself into his lap and straddling him before slamming your lips to his.   Despite his surprise Marty reacted quickly his large hands coming to grip your ass in the tiny cut off jean shorts you were wearing, pulling you tighter into his quickly hardening groin.  

“If I had known I’d get this reaction I woulda mentioned it sooner.” Marty said as your kiss broke, his hands moving to pull off the black tank top you were wearing leaving you in a lacy half cup pink bra, the tops of your breasts almost spilling over the cups.  Marty kissed down your neck, placing small bites along the way as he made his way to the swell of your breasts.  You moaned as he bit down hard and pressed yourself down trying to gain some friction from the bulge in Marty’s jeans.   He repeated the action on the opposite breast before yanking the bra off with a loud rip.   Each hand cupped a breast lifting them to his lips as he took turns flicking his tongue over the hardened nipples before sucking it into his mouth and scraping his teeth along them.   As you writhed and whimpered against him he laved attention on your breasts, teasing and biting them into swollen pink tips before he guided you off of his lap.

“Get ‘em off.”  He commanded unbuttoning his own jeans and sliding them off onto the floor, quickly followed by his boxers.  Marty stroked his cock as he watched you shimmy out of your little shorts and panties until you was standing bare before him.   With a crook of his finger he motioned you to get back on his lap, keeping you kneeling over him and not sitting flush to his body.  With a smirk on his lips Marty slid his fingers between your thighs ghosting over your dripping cunt, chuckling when you whimpered in protest when he barely grazed you.   A few more ghost like grazes of his fingers where you needed him most had you a trembling mess before him.

“Please Marty…” you begged trying to arch your hips into his fingers. “Please stop teasing me, I need you so bad.”  A loud moan escaped when his thick digits finally came contact with your clit, rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves, only to turn into a whine when they withdrew much too fast for your liking.   A pout formed on your lips as you looked down into the amused eyes of your lover. “Please?”  You said again jutting out your lip as you begged.  

“Alright. Since you asked so nicely I’ll stop teasing you.”  He chuckled.  A startled yelp flew from your lips as Marty manhandled you so you were squatting over his face while he lay flat on the couch.  “Give me that pussy sweetheart. Sit on my face.”   He punctuated the sentence with a firm slap to your ass cheek making you hurry to position yourself as requested.   You quivered with the first swipe of his tongue through your folds, hands flying to grip the arm of the couch to steady yourself over him. �� You were already so worked up, it wasn’t going to take much to make you cum.  Just the thought of a guy on his knees in front of Marty made you weak.  

You moaned as Marty inserted two fingers into your hole while flicking his tongue over your clit before capturing it in his teeth and nibbling on the sensitive nub.  Detaching his mouth Marty worked your pussy with his fingers, thumb pressing on your clit as he added a third finger to your hole, stretching you as you pressed down into his hand.  

“So fucking wet, you’re dripping.”  Marty commented looking up at you from between your legs.  He always thought you never looked more beautiful than when your face was flushed with pleasure and on the brink of orgasm.  “You gonna come all over my face just thinking about some guy sucking my cock?”  

“Fuck, yes.”   You whimpered eyes slamming shut as the pressure from Marty’s fingers increased and he gave another lick across your folds.  

“What if I told you it was someone you know?”  He smirked against your folds as he heard your breath catch and your movements stuttered.  

“Who?”  You asked breathlessly eyes popping open to stare down at the man between your thighs. Your mind began racing through the possibilities.  You had met so many of Marty’s friends and you tried desperately to imagine which one had sucked off Marty.

“Kenny” Marty finally revealed burying his face in your pussy and lapping at your cunt.  

Your mind immediately filled with images of the very handsome and sexy Kenny Omega on his knees before Marty, with Marty’s thick cock in his mouth and you couldn’t hold back, coming with a scream as Marty ate you out, happily sucking on your clit and licking up the juices as you frantically rode his face.   You barely had time to recover before Marty had you on your knees, head bent back onto the couch cushions as he knelt over your face, rubbing the head of his dick along your lips.  

“Return the favor.”  He told you sliding past your lips as you opened for him.   You gagged as Marty thrust into back of your throat and harshly fucked your face, keeping you pinned to the couch as his hips pistoled in and out of your mouth, using you without care.   After several moments of intense action Marty’s hand gripped your hair wrapping it around his fist.  “Swallow” he commanded as he gave a final thrust, keeping himself buried to the hilt as he felt your throat reflexively swallowing against him.  With a content groan he pulled from your throat, leaning down to pick you up easily and carrying you into his bedroom.   Before long the two of you were cuddled up under his blankets and fast asleep for an afternoon nap.

A few hours later when they woke you idly traced your fingers across Marty’s chest, leg thrown over his thighs as your head rested on his shoulder.   Marty’s arm was wrapped around your waist holding you securely to his side.  

“So Kenny, huh?  Just Kenny?” You asked curiously. At his confirming nod you continued your questions.  “How many times?”  

“A couple.” Marty shrugged.  

“Details Marty.  I require details.”  You said playfully digging your finger into his side.  

“Yeah?  I give you details what do I get?”  He asked, the corner of his mouth upturning into a small smirk.  

“You saw how hot I got earlier at just the thought.   Imagine if I actually have a story.”  You responded shifting yourself so you were straddling his lap.  “I’ll do anything you want.”  You promised smirking as Marty nodded in agreement.

“Well, the first time was after a hardcore match at PWG.  Kenny was there with the Bucks, just hanging out watching matches.   I was sharing a hotel room with Kenny.  We were all planning on going out to a club after, but I was hurting.  Horny, but hurting.   Took a bad bump and I could barely lift my arms.   So they dropped me off at the hotel and went out.  Assholes that they are, they kept sending me pics of all the hot chicks they were scoring, girls flashing their tits and ass for the camera.  And I can’t do shit about it cause my arms are all fucked and now I have a hard-on that just will not go away.  No matter what I thought about it just would not go down.” Marty laughed ruefully before he gasped as you reached between them positioning his cock between your pussy lips and sliding his dick along them.  

“At some point I drifted off, but woke when Kenny returned to the room.  I’d known Kenny was bisexual Kenny and knew he found me attractive, but he had never made a real move so it was just kind of an unspoken thing.   I still had that damn hard on and his eyes zeroed in on it and he offered to take care of it for me.”  Marty continued his story, pushing down on your hips so you were putting pressure on his cock.

“And…”  You prompted increasing the speed of your movements slightly.  “You just told him to go to town?”

“Not right away.  I actually turned him down.  Told him I didn’t feel right him doing that when I didn’t know if I would ever return the favor.”   Marty admitted.  “Anyways he laughed and looked me dead in the eye and said ‘Marty…do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about going down on you?  I don’t want anything in return; just let me suck your dick.’  So I’m sitting there tired, hurt and horny with an attractive guy offering to suck my dick.  So I let him.  And damn if it didn’t feel good. The man is magic with his mouth.  So every now and again he’ll make the move and offer to go down on me.   Mostly in our hotel rooms.  Once in the car.  Once in the locker room.”    

“Have you ever done anything to him?” You asked receiving a negative head shake from Marty.  “Would you?”

“I might.”  Marty smirked.  “Now, about that promise you made earlier.”  He said, flipping you over intent on making you honor that promise in some very creative ways.  

A few months went by in your arrangement.   It had been over month since you and Marty had even been in the same state, let alone same room.   Marty was currently in Japan on a talent share between New Japan and Ring of Honor and was working tag matches with various Bullet Club members.  

You had been on the west coast for work.   You were one of the most highly sought after security consultants around and had flown around the globe throughout your career.   You had just wrapped up your work and returned home to the apartment when you received a call from Nippon a major corporation near Tokyo who wanted to fly you out to revamp their security measures.   After you hung up you checked the time, seeing it was early enough that Marty should still be awake.

“Hey beautiful.”  Marty answered seeing you were calling.  

“Hey Marty” you replied.   “So I won’t keep you long, I know it’s late, but I just got a job out in Tokyo and was wondering if you wanted some company?”  You asked.

“Hell yeah!”  Marty enthusiastically agreed.  

“Alright then. I’ll call you in a few days when I’m settled.”  You said before disconnecting the call.  After landing in Japan and spending a few days diving into your new job, you were in a position to have a free night to spend with Marty.   You were somewhat nervous, as it was a completely different culture from what you were used to and you had never met most of these guys before.   You were also going to be introduced to the remaining members of the Bullet Club you had yet to meet as they mainly wrestled overseas.  Checking in with the front personnel you received your pass and began following the attendants directions back to the Bullet Club locker room.  You had made it about halfway by your estimations when a man stepped in front of your and blocked the way.  

“Well look at this sexy thing wandering around by herself. “  He said stepping into your personal space.  “I can give you a tour darling, show you a real good time.”  You scrunched up your nose in disgust only to startle when a heavy arm draped across your shoulder.  From your peripheral vision you saw Matt Jackson glaring at the man and Nick moving to your opposite shoulder.  Coming up behind the man were two other men you didn’t know, wearing black and white face paint and bullet club t-shirts.  

“Back off Davey.”   Matt warned.  Davey Boy Smith glanced nervously at the Young Bucks before quickly taking a step backwards.  He paled when he bumped into a solid chest and looked over his shoulder to see Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa standing behind him arms crossed over their thick chests.   As his eyes darted around he saw Cody Rhodes heading across the room towards the group as well.  

“She belongs to Marty, which means she belongs to the Bullet Club.”   Nick warned the man.  “Don’t make us tell you again.”   Holding his hands up in a placating gesture Davey slowly backed away from the group, muttering apologies as he went.  When he was clear you were escorted the rest of the way under the watchful eyes of the Bullet Club until their locker room door shut firmly behind them.

“Tama, Tanga…this is Y/N, Marty’s girl.” Matt introduced you to the two men in black and white paint.  “Y/N, meet Tama Tonga and his brother Tanga Loa, the Guerrillas of Destiny.”   You nodded your head in greeting to the men who looked you up and down in appreciation.

“Marty o se tagata laki”  Tama said to his brother with with a smirk “I te faapa’o le shit outta e pussy.”   Tanga nodded in agreement.   (Marty is a lucky man.  I’d bang the shit outta that pussy).

With a smirk you arched an eyebrow before responding. “E te laki te le o faigoofie ona faatiga.  Ma ioe o ia o se tagata laki.”  (You’re lucky I’m not easily offended.  And yes he is a lucky man.)   You chuckled as identical shocked looks fell across the faces of everyone in the locker room.  

“Sorry” Tama apologized with a shrug.  “I didn’t think you would understand that.   Very rare to meet someone who speaks Tongan who is not from the islands.”

“No harm done.”   You replied.  “As I said, I’m not easily offended.  Would’ve been more shocked if you said you didn’t want to fuck me.”  

“You speak Tongan?”  Nick asked surprised.  “That’s awesome.”

“I speak a lot of languages.  Comes in handy in my line of work.”  You said with a shrug, not really wanting to get into your work.  “So where is Marty?”

“He’s finishing up a photoshoot.  Should be along in a few.”  Cody spoke up.  “Which reminds me, I better go before they come looking for me.”   Giving you a hug goodbye Cody exited the room exchanging greetings with the man that was just entering.    

“Y/N!”  Kenny Omega yelled spotting you.  You laughed as Kenny picked you up and spun you around.   “Marty didn’t tell me you were coming today!”  

“Well, I haven’t yet.”  You deadpanned. There was a moment of silence before the room erupted in laughter.  

“I like this girl.”  Tanga said walking over to his bag.  Him and Tama had a match in a few minutes and it was time for them to head out to gorilla position.   “We’ll see you later sweetheart.”  He called as he exited with his brother.  

You were left in the locker room with Kenny, Matt and Nick. Collectively they worked as a group known as The Elite, a self-proclaimed title that they kind of lived up to.   They shot the shit, making light conversation.  You were having a blast.  You always liked hanging with the Bucks.  They were a trip.  You were always surprised to see them like they were earlier, serious and ready to throw down representing the Bullet Club.   Most of the time they were so funloving that it was sometimes hard reconciling the two different personas they presented.   This was also the first time you had seen the Bucks since they had hightailed it from your apartment after Marty’s revelation.   You could tell they were being a bit gun shy with you and assumed Marty hadn’t advised them of your very favorable reaction. But as the conversation carried on they relaxed a bit, figuring everything must be okay since you was here to see Marty and didn’t seem the slightest bit uncomfortable.  

Then the Bucks and Kenny were called away to shoot some pre-tapes of their own, leaving you alone in the locker room.   You weren’t alone for too long, as after only a few minutes Marty pushed through the locker room door.   He was fully decked out in his gear from the photo shoot, complete with his new floor length Bullet Club jacket and umbrella.  And fuck if you didn’t find it sexy as hell. 

“Hey villain.”  You purred rising to your feet and stalking across the room to him. Placing your hand on his bare chest you pushed him lightly until his back came to a rest on the brick wall next to the door.  You danced your fingers down his abdomen, playfully dragging them across the band of his wrestling briefs.  

“Princess.”  He said pulling back on your hair to tilt your head towards him.  Marty pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth and stroking it along yours as you moaned into the kiss.  

“I missed this” You said as the kiss broke, your hand reaching down to cup his semi hard dick.  “May I get on my knees and show you how much?”  

“You may.”  He smirked, granting his permission as you sunk to your knees before him.  You wasted no time in freeing his cock from the confines of his trunks, sliding the black briefs down his thick muscular thighs and reaching to grab his dick in your hands, stroking along the velvety length to bring him to full hardness.   Marty groaned as you flicked your tongue over his tip and circled it around before placing light kisses around the head.   Your warm breath was ghosting over him, making his dick bounce in your hand. After a couple more minutes of this torture Marty had enough.  

“Quit fucking around and suck it.”  He growled, gripping your hair and painfully tightening it in his grasp.  

“Yes sir.”  You said flippantly, quickly opening your mouth when he pushed himself against your lips.   Marty never was one for teasing.  He was an action kind of guy.  You hummed around him as he filled your mouth, stroking your tongue along him as he thrust in and out of your throat.  

Marty was buried deep in your throat, holding your firm against his hipbones when the door flew open, Kenny and the Young Bucks arriving in their usual loud fashion.  

“Oh shit!”  Matt yelped, the first to realize what was going on, throwing his hands over his eyes in mock horror.

“What the fuck lads?”  Marty yelled as he released you, quickly tucking himself back into his shorts as the Guerrillas of Destiny came in behind

“What’s going on?” Tama asked curiously, a grin forming on his lips as he took in your position on your knees in front of Marty.  “Nevermind, I got it.”  

“Why not let the whole locker room see me give you head?”  You grumbled rising to your feet and glaring at the intruders.  

“Well, technically it’s your guys’ fault.”  Nick tried to point out reasonably.  “You should have locked the door.”  

“Yeah, Y/N, this is the Bullet Club locker room.  Not just Marty’s locker room.”  Matt chuckled as he plopped down on the couch against the wall.  

“Fuck you all.”  Marty said starting to strip off his gear.  “Let me get changed and we’ll head back to my hotel room. Then you can finish what was so rudely interrupted.”