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[ohnojustimagine]

The Shape of You

Kassius Ohno/Reader 1425 words; Smut/Explicit

So I saw someone point out that Kassius mostly seems to wrestle at house shows in only trunks but always wears a shirt (two shirts, actually!) on TV. Which made me think, so I wrote a fic.

Also this is probably set in the same universe as the other Kassius story I’ve written, but you definitely don’t have to read that to get anything.

***

You and Kassius don’t ever get to spend enough time together, so when you’re actually home at the same time, you like to just hang out, be with each other. Tonight you’re both exhausted after a full week of training and shows, and you’ve zoned out on the couch in front of the television.

Kassius is sitting slouched, and you’re lying on your side, resting your head on his thigh. His fingers stroke absently through your hair as he watches a replay of some basketball game, but you’re not paying attention, because you can’t stop thinking, and after a while, you roll over onto your back, staring up at him. “Can I ask you a maybe stupid question?” you say.

“No such thing as a stupid question, sweetheart,” he replies, not looking away from the screen. “Ask away.”

You sit up, and maybe this is none of your business, but it’s something that’s been bothering you, so you say, “Why do you wrestle in just trunks at house shows but wear a shirt when they’re filming?”

He doesn’t even pause, answering, “‘Cause it’s less laundry on the road and because people don’t want to see a fat dude on their TV.”

You swat at him, gently slapping his chest. He looks at you, grabbing your hand, holding it there against him, and you slide your fingers over enough that you can rub his nipple through his t-shirt. “You’re not fat.”

“Kind of am,” he replies, matter-of-factly.

“I don’t think you are.” You think for a second, considering why this is bothering you as much as it is. “I guess what I’m asking is if anyone told you you had to cover up.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I care about you, asshole, and if they did, that’s total bullshit.”

He shrugs. “Well, they didn’t.”

“Okay,” you say, feeling a little stupid for making a fuss. “Sorry, I just wondered…” You lean over to kiss his shoulder, then add, “After what happened last time you were at NXT…” You weren’t with Kassius then, you barely even knew him, but you’ve heard the rumors about his release.

He laughs, and you can hear a trace of bitterness, still lingering after all this time. “Yeah, that was a lot more complicated than me just being fat.”

And that’s not like him, to not let something go, so you say, treading carefully, “You want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head. “Water under the bridge, babe,” he replies firmly.

You’re not entirely sure you believe him, but you don’t push the issue, instead shifting across to sit in his lap, facing him, your knees either side of his thighs.

“And anyway,” he goes on, “I don’t give a shit if people think I’m fat.” You know he means it, he’s not just saying that, because Kassius doesn’t have an insecure bone in his body. “If they thought I was a bad wrestler…” he frowns slightly. “That might bother me.”

“Lucky you’re an amazing wrestler.”

“I am, yeah,” he replies, without a trace of false modesty.

“Also,” you say, “by the way, if you want an audience who really appreciates you, you should probably feel free to walk around here shirtless as much as possible.”

“In just the trunks, maybe?”

“That would be even better.”

He sighs dramatically. “I’m nothing but a piece of meat to you, aren’t I?”

“Hell yeah, you are.” You smile at him. “And damn fucking fine meat it is too.”

“I’m feeling pretty objectified right now,” he says, grinning back at you.

“Oh, you poor baby,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. “Now take off your shirt.”

He pulls his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to one side, and you have to take a second, appreciate the sight of him. You can see him, watching you as you stare at him, and you stroke your hands over his chest, leaning in to mouth at one of his nipples, feeling it peak under your tongue, moving across to lick at the other side.

And you like Kassius for who he is, of course you do, but you also happen to find his body really, really fucking hot. All those vaguely dehydrated-looking six packs and exaggeratedly veined muscles on some of the other wrestlers are like the antithesis of attractive to you, nothing compared to the sheer bulk of Kassius, solid and so strong it can take your breath away.

“I love the way you look,” you say, lips pressed against his skin.

“Do you?”

You sit back. “You know I do.”

“So, what’s your favorite part of me?” he asks, like it’s a totally innocent question, but he’s not fooling you for a second.

“All of it,” you reply, not biting even though you know what he’s fishing for.

“There’s no one thing you’d like to single out?”

You shrug, reaching down to rub his hardening cock through his shorts, and you can feel that he’s not wearing any underwear, the thick texture of him hot under your touch. “I don’t know,” you say, casually, “maybe this.”

“Oh, hey,” he says, “that’s my favorite part of me, too.”

You have to laugh at him. “Wow, what an incredible coincidence.”

“We have so much in common.”

“I know, right?” you say.

“But I’m thinking,” he says, “that if that is your favorite, maybe you should show it some love.”

You nod, mock-serious. “I wouldn’t want it to feel neglected.”

“All I’m saying.”

You’re still laughing as you kneel up, shuffling back a little, and he raises his hips enough that you can tug down his shorts, taking out his cock. It’s heavy in your hand, and you curl your fingers loosely around the shaft, gliding up and down with the lightest possible touch, your grasp closing in at the head, circling your thumb over it in a caress.

“Yeah,” Kassius breathes out, “that’s what I mean.” You lick your palm and start to jack him in earnest, and he leans his head back. His eyes are closed, mouth open, and you speed up, twisting your hand on every upstroke, watching his face, seeing it build for him.

You lean in, licking across his parted lips, mouthing at the edge of his beard, and he reaches one hand up, gripping the back of your neck, fingers tightening sharply as he starts to come with a low, bitten-off moan. Heat spurts out between you, and you stroke him through it, only easing off when you can see he’s completely spent.

His t-shirt is still on the couch beside you, and you pick it up, wiping him off gently, then cleaning up your fingers. You can hear him breathing, and he looks at you, not saying anything, then shoves your shorts and underwear down out of the way, just enough that he can get his hand where you need it. He’s not gentle, pushing his fingers into you roughly, but you’re so wet and ready that it’s perfect, and you moan in delight.

His fingers curl inside you, stroking down the walls of your pussy, and you jerk your hips forward, almost losing your balance, but you catch yourself. “Careful,” he warns, and you brace one hand on his shoulder, moving in to kiss him, but he holds you back. “No,” he says, “I want to watch you.”

You hear yourself whine, so needy it’s almost humiliating, but you know he likes that, how desperate you get, how much you want it. “That’s my girl,” he says, softly. “Let me see you.” His fingers slide out of you, rubbing at your clit with increasing pressure, and you swallow, trying to calm yourself, make it last, but it’s too late, because you’re coming, grinding yourself down onto his hand, almost wailing with it.

You breathe in, still for a minute, but Kassius raises his hand to your mouth, and you lick the taste of yourself from his skin, holding his wrist so you can suck on his fingers, going down, lips tight around them.

“Always want more, don’t you?” he says, and you might blush at the words, but it’s true.

You slide off his lap, pressing up against his side, in the crook of his shoulder. The basketball game is still playing on the television, and he picks up the remote, rewinding it back to the point where you started talking.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you in closer, and you rest your head on the broad expanse of his chest, breathing in.

[andie01writing]

Goodbye

“Shouldn’t you be with your boy,” his voice rumbles as he strums his guitar.

“Kassius likes to get in the zone before a match,” I mumble, my eyes closed as my head rests against the wall behind me. “He prefers that I not be around. Plus, after your match I won’t be able to listen to you anymore.”

“You think that, do ya?”

“I know so,” I smirk peeking over at the man. “People are staring at us again.”

“Because they think we’re screwing each other.”

“You wish,” I snort. “What are you going to do without me up there on the main roster.”

“I’ll be a lonely, lonely man,” he grins.

As a general worker backstage, people tend to overlook me. Elias tended to be a loner who only wanted the company of his guitar. Our friendship started out of nowhere. After a particularly hectic night I hid myself away on an equipment box when the sound of strumming washed over me. His deep voice singing soothed my frazzled nerves until I could face the rest of the night. Afterwards I would seek out the man any time my nerves got the best of me, sitting quietly nearby. Each night moving closer, feeling he was simply tolerating my presence. Then one night, he spoke. Asking about my reasoning for seeking him out regularly. Our quiet conversations built our relationship quickly. I sealed our friendship by confiscating his stolen guitar from some pranksters who had intended to send the man into a panic, which had happened until I returned it.

“You know I will be, Harper,” he rumbles against my ear pulling me from my thoughts. “You’re the only one I trust.” A barely concealed shiver runs down my spine as his voice drops even lower. His singing may soothe my nerves but when his voice drops it does something entirely different to me.

“I know,” I smile wrapping an arm around his neck in an awkward sideways hug. “I’m going to miss you. You don’t leave for a few days maybe we can get together and have a proper goodbye.”

“Maybe.”

“What have I told you about flirting with my girl,” Kassius smiles as he approaches.

“Not my fault I do it better than you.”

“I’m better at other things,” Kassius smirks. Pressing a quick kiss to my lips he disappears through the curtain.

“How would he know,” Elias smirks handing over his guitar. “Keep her safe.”

“Always do,” I call as he picks up the prop guitar he had made for after the match.

X

“Harper,” Kassius whispers.

“Hmmm,” I sigh contently, drawing patterns across his bare chest.

“What’s the deal with Elias?”

“Work is hectic. He’s my calm spot. Him and that damn guitar soothe me.”

“And the shiver?”

“What?”

“I’m not blind. He whispers in your ear and a shiver runs down your spine.”

“Don’t…” I start sitting up.

“I’m confident enough in our relationship to know you’re not cheating despite the rumors circulating backstage.”

“Never.”

“I trust that you will never let him cross a line. But he does more than soothe your nerves, Baby.”

“No.”

“Every time you spend time with him you become extra passionate. Don’t try to argue while you’re sitting naked in our bed after… There was a lot of passion there.”

“If you have a problem with our sex life, you should just say so.”

“I have no problem reaping the rewards,” he shrugs. “Hey,” he chuckles as I drop my head. “It’s perfectly fine to have fantasies. Just tell me. Is it what he says to you?”

I shake my head.

“What?”

“It’s his voice,” I whisper, meeting his eyes shyly.

“Go on.”

“When he leans in and whispers in my ear his already deep voice drops and it just does something to me.”

“Like what,” he questions, his fingers trail up my bare thigh.

“Are you getting turned on by this?”

“Learning something new to turn on my girl? Absolutely. Now come here,” he beckons. “I think there’s still some extra passion I need to reap.”

X

“Morning,” I smile as I shuffle into the kitchen to find Kassius seated at the table.

“Good morning,” Kassius smiles leaning in to kiss me. “How was your night.”

“Amazing,” I grin.

“I concur,” he grins, his hand slipping under the hem of his shirt I’m wearing. “But I think I have something planned that will top it.”

“What is that?”

“You’ll see,” he grins as a knock sounds at the door.

“Tell me,” I breath.

“Nope,” he smiles squeezing my ass before heading towards the door.

“Kassius.”

“Stay there.”

“I’m only listening because I’m famished,” I call after him, picking at his plate of breakfast as I slide into his vacated seat.

“Hey Harp,” a deep voice rumbles against my ear.

“Elias,” I breathe trying to hide the shiver travelling down my spine. “What are you doing here?”

“Kass invited me. Seems you have been keeping a secret from me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I state hating the hitch in my voice as his beard grazes against my neck.

“You don’t? We’ll see about that,” he chuckles gripping me under the armpits and pulling me to my feet. “Come on. Your boy wants this done in the living room.”

“Kassius what…”

Elias’ hand slides over my mouth. “Your girl says she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.”

“And you believe her,” he questions from his reclined position on the couch.

“Nope.”

“Good. She’s always been a horrible liar. Don’t expect her to change now.”

Elias’s free arm wraps around me under my breasts pulling me back against his chest and I realize he’s shirtless. “You want to try that again? Have you or have you not been keeping a secret from me?”

“Elias…” I start muffled by his hand.

“Yes or no,” he growls against my ear.

Swallowing thickly, I nod as his hand slides from my mouth.

“Yes? What might that be?”

“I…I…”

“You what?”

“It’s your voice.”

“What about it, Baby?”

“It…It…” I can’t concentrate past the heat growing between my thighs.

“Stop stuttering and tell him,” Kassius smiles, his hands folded behind his head.

“What do you have to tell me?”

“Your voice turns me on,” I rush.

“Is that so?”

I nod, clenching my legs together.

“I think I should check,” he growls, nipping the shell of my ear. “What do you think, Kass?”

“If Harper wants it,” he smiles meeting my eyes.

“Kash?”

“One-time offer. Take advantage or don’t.”

“What do you say, Harp? Your man trusts me, do you?”

I nod.

“I can’t hear you,” he rumbles his hand sliding down my side, his calloused fingers stroking along my thigh.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please. Yes.”

He releases a groan as his fingers slide around to the inside of my thigh and through the wetness there. “Damn Harp. You weren’t lying.”

“Have you heard your damn voice,” I chuckle. “Damn phone sex operator couldn’t match that.”

“Call many phone sex lines?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Maybe later,” he chuckles, nipping along my neck. One finger slipping up to graze across my clit.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Sensitive, Harp?”

“Mmmmmm.”

“You want me to continue?”

“Just keep fucking talking.”

“Why? Do you want to get off?”

“Yes.”

“You’re just going to come undone with another man in front of your boyfriend?”

“He saw me come undone plenty of times last night.”

“Mmmm,” he murmurs increasing the pressure on my clit. “So you’re just a little whore. You’re only worried about your own pleasure.”

“Only at the moment,” I groan, my orgasm a breath away. “Fuck Elias.”

“Think you can hold off for my cock?”

“No. The only one who gets to enjoy my pussy is my man,” I groan stepping away.

Kassius growls in agreement from his place, palming his own cock through his shorts.

“Okay,” he states. “I thought you…”

I press a finger to his lips, “Damn that voice. I have other options.” Dragging my hand down his chest to cup him through his jeans. “That is if you want them.”

“They are all great options I can tell you from personal experience.”

He nods, dragging the shirt up and over my head.

“What do want, E?”

“On your knees.”

“I have a better idea,” I grin tugging him towards the coffee table. Kneeling on the table, my back to Kassius. My fingers deftly working the fly of his jeans, sliding them down his thighs. “This is gonna be better for everyone involved.” Lowering myself down to run my tongue along his shaft.

His head falls back, fingers curling in my hair. “Don’t be a tease. Suck,” he orders and I don’t suppress the shiver for once.

Following his orders, I wrap my lips around him, hollowing out my cheeks drawing a groan from the man.

“Damn, Harper. That mouth is amazing,” his voice dropping even lower as his hips pump against me.

“I know right,” Kassius sighs, his fingers slipping into my folds. “Thanks for the prep work, man.”

“Shut up,” Elias growls.

I groan as Kassius pushes inside me, his pace matching Elias’.

The room grows silent other than the grunts and pants of the two men and my whimpers of pleasure.

“Harper,” Elias moans, hips stuttering.

I deep throat him, swallowing.

“Fuck,” he groans shooting his seed down my throat.

“Are you taking a break there,” Kassius growls, yanking me up against his chest. “My girl still needs us.”

“Do you still need me, Baby?”

“No,” I groan, pressing a kiss to the side of Kassius’ throat. “But you’re a great addition.”

“Let me see you come apart, Baby,” he growls, his fingers sliding against my clit. “Give me something to think about on those long lonely nights on the main roster.”

“Fuck,” I groan clamping around Kassius.

“There it is,” Elias grins nipping my bottom lip. “Beautiful.”

“So beautiful,” Kassius pants cupping my face turning it to the side. Pulling his face down to mine I capture his lips swallowing his strangled groan as his own orgasm overtakes him. “Love you, Harpie,” he gasps.

“Love you,” I breathe. “Elias?”

“Hmmm,” he hums.

Turning from Kassius, “Thank you.”

“Baby, this is a day I will write songs about.” Yanking his jeans up around his hips, he presses one last kiss to my lips.

“I want a signed copy of the original lyrics,” I smirk.

“Deal.”

“Goodbye, Elias.”

“Goodbye Harper. Kassius,” he nods.

“So,” I chuckle as the door closes behind Elias turning to Kassius. “Does this mean you’re ready to share me with the world?”

“Share you? No. It is time to tell everyone about this,” he smiles pressing a kiss to my knuckle behind my engagement ring.

[enigmasotr]

I’m an e n i g m a, an unknown. You can’t really figure out what I’m going to do NEXT. I like it like that.

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[andie01writing]

Perfect

I groan as my phone pings with a text message.

I’m downstairs. Hurry up.

“Fuck Kassius,” I mutter. “I completely forgot about our plans.” Sorry Bud. Sick. Go without me.

I believe it was your idea to take my fat ass to the gym and beach today.

I roll my eyes at the comment. I had never known the man before his current run with the company. Although I had heard the occasional comment about his weight gain from others in the back but I never saw him as nothing but an amazing wrestler. Our friendship beginning when he came to me with design ideas for more ring gear and I promptly informed him to burn the white gear from his championship match. He just chuckled and told me we had a deal but only if I designed something better for him. Three months later we spend pretty much all our free time together.

Not a fat ass. Sorry. Just sorta snuck up on me.

I’m coming up.

No. I don’t want to risk infecting you. Go. Enjoy your day.

I’m checking on you later.

Fine. “Do whatever you feel you need to do,” I sigh burrowing under the blankets again. The heaviness returning to my chest as my mind returns to the real reason for avoiding people. The tears returning to stream down my cheeks. “Maybe I’ll know what to do after a nap,” I mutter to myself.

“Rosie,” Kassius calls from somewhere in the apartment. “Rosie. Oh, Rosie. Rosemarie,” he calls from the bedroom doorway.

“What,” I mutter.

“Check-up time.”

“I’m alive. Run along.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Told you. Sick.”

“Migraine?”

“No.”

“Good,” the shades open around the room. “This room is entirely too dark.”

“Kash,” I groan. “Just let me be.”

“Since you wouldn’t tell me what exactly is wrong with you,” he states ignoring me. “I brought you something for a fever. And cough. And stomach issues including crackers and soup. I even have some things here for feminine issues.”

I peek over at the man, still dressed for a casual day for me in basketball shorts and a tee shirt, from inside my blanket cocoon, “Really?”

He holds out a plastic bag in my direction. “It’s is probably nowhere near the right stuff. I just grabbed and dashed.”

“I appreciate the effort but that isn’t the problem. None of that is the problem.”

“Okay,” he sighs sitting beside me on the bed. “So, what is the problem?”

I chew on my lip silently.

“Because unless you have one hell of a sinus infection, you have been crying your eyes out this morning,” he remarks pulling the blanket further from my face. His finger traces along my cheek. “Come on. I can’t have my favorite designer holed up in her room for the rest of her life. You’re the only one who can make this fat ass look good.”

“Stop calling yourself a fat ass.”

“It’s the truth.”

“No, it’s not,” I sigh sitting up. “You know I know everyone’s measurements and you don’t even crack the top ten of the biggest wrestlers.”

“That’s nice of you to say.”

“It’s the truth,” I smile.

“What has you crying Rosie?”

“Found out my boyfriend is married.”

“What?”

“I was seeing Drew McIntyre since he came back. It came out last night that he’s married. I had no idea. He told me he was divorced. I never wanted to be the other woman,” I ramble the tears returning.

“Hey, hey, hey. I know. This isn’t your fault,” he coos wrapping me in his arms.

“Yes, it is,” I growl. “If I wasn’t so stupid…”

“He lied to you.”

“I should have known.”

“How?”

“I don’t know but I should have.”

“There was no way for you to have known. You take everyone at face value. It’s why I love you Rosie.”

“Don’t say that,” I mutter.

“I know what you need now,” he sighs. “Why don’t you take a nice long shower. Try to relax. DO NOT think about the asshole.”

“Yes sir,” I mock salute as he pulls away.

X

“Kash,” I call as I exit the bathroom. “I’m wearing your shirt you left here last month.” The shirt in question hanging past my knees.

No answer. Checking the apartment, I don’t find the man. My living room has been rearranged though. Everything is shoved against the wall clearing the center of the room where a pile of pillows and blankets sits.

“I’m not done yet,” he mumbles.

“What’s going on?”

“You’ll see. I have food ordered. Got any beers around here,” he asks moving past me. “You look like a little kid in that shirt.”

“What the hell happened to your face,” I gasp ignoring the last comment.

A bruise is slowly forming along his jaw, a small trickle of blood drying beneath his nose.

“I had to escort Mr. McIntyre down to his car,” he shrugs leaning over to spread the blankets out.

“What?”

“Drew showed up. He didn��t appreciate me being here and I felt the same about him.”

“So you decided to punch each other in the face,” I ask taking his face in my hands. I lean in to examine the bruise forming.

“What was the real reason he left?”

“Huh?” My eyes shooting to his.

“What brought on his confession last night?”

“Why does that matter now?”

“You thought you were pregnant.”

“How…”

“I knocked the papers off your dresser when I grabbed the pillows,” he sighs dropping to his ass to look up at me. “I saw the blood test results.”

“I’m…”

“I know. You never told Drew though. He accused me of being the father.”

“I told him that I was a couple weeks late. I took a home pregnancy test and I planned on seeing my doctor later. He cut me off and told me he would discuss it with me later,” I shrug joining him in the floor. “When he came over later he started ranting about how I needed to take care of it because his wife couldn’t find out about us. I told him I wasn’t going to settle being the other woman and to get the hell out. Didn’t think to inform him that he was in fact not going to be a father. The pregnancy scare wasn’t even registering at that point.”

Knocking sounds on the apartment door.

“Get the drinks. I’ll get the door and finish this,” he smiles.

X

Kassius had layered the spread blankets across the center of room into a soft pallet before piling the pillows along one edge. Goofy movies playing on the TV.

“Thank you for this Kash,” I sigh setting my beer on a nearby table.

“Much better than baking my fat ass in the sun today,” he grins reclining.

“I wish you would stop that,” I mutter leaning against his chest.

He shrugs wrapping an arm around my waist.

“Really, Kassius,” I sigh, my fingers tracing the design on his tee. “I think you’re perfect. Your weight doesn’t affect your wrestling skills. If you think you’re overweight then I can help. We can go to the gym together. I can go on a diet with you.”

“You areperfect.”

“I know I’m close but I’m not perfect.”

“Glad you still have your confidence. I was afraid Drew had destroyed it.”

“Maybe damaged it a little,” I shrug. “But he mainly just broke my heart.”

“I’m sorry, Rosie. If I had known I would have told you the truth.”

“I know. You always do,” my eyes dropping to my hands on his chest.

His fingers lightly grasp my chin raising my eyes back to his. “What is it?”

“Just some of that damaged confidence sneaking through.”

“Don’t let it, Rose.”

“Well, maybe I’m just using that as an excuse to feel you up to design you something other than a basketball jersey.”

“Maybe you just want to feel me up.”

“Maybe,” I smirk. The familiar light flirting pushing the slight doubt back.

“I feel used.”

“I haven’t used you yet.”

“Promise?”

“Guarantee.”

“So, what? I’m going to be your rebound?”

“Maybe,” I grin straddling one of his thighs.

“I know you don’t want to hear it but I meant it earlier. I love you, Rosie.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to hear it,” I mumble reaching for my beer.

“Okay,” he states waiting for me to continue.

“It’s just…It’s just that sometimes you don’t love me the way I wish you would,” I mumble draining the beer.

“I’m too old for games, Rosie. Say what you mean.”

Sighing, I lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m a woman. I have eyes. You’re sweet, intelligent, and incredibly sexy. Maybe I want to be seen as more than a friend. Maybe I want to be seen as a woman. Maybe…”

His lips cut off the rest of my speech. “Maybe you talk too much,” he murmurs against my lips.

Groaning I lean into him, deepening the kiss. His tongue pushing past my lips demanding and I open up to him, my hips rocking on their own accord against his thigh. Reaching between us I tug his tee upwards and he tenses slightly.

“I’ve seen you shirtless many times before,” I smirk tugging the shirt over his head. “And every time I have it has made it incredibly hard for me to stay professional,” I smirk my hands sliding along his shoulders and down to grip his biceps.

“Are you trying to insinuate that I make your job difficult,” he grins, his hands come down to rock my hips again.

“Very.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You are not.”

“No. I’m not,” he grins leaning into me again. His lips slide along the skin of my throat as my fingers wrap through his hair. His hardening length pressing against my thigh. I suddenly realize where all his cockiness stems from. Pun totally intended.

“Since you think I look like a little kid in this shirt, should I worry about this,” I ask removing one hand from his hair to palm his cock through his shorts.

“Nope,” he grunts rocking his hips. “I’m just thinking about that short black dress you wore to the pub the first night we went out together.”

“The sheath dress?”

“Do I look like I pay attention to women’s fashion? I just know it clung to every curve of your body and I had to concentrate on our conversation and not kissing you then,” he smirks leaning back to look up at my face.

“I will have to remember to wear it more often,” I smirk. “I think you want your shirt back now.”

“Do I now?”

“Only if you want to see that dress was hid…” I cut myself off with a giggle as the shirt is torn from my body. His eyes scan down my body drinking me in as he throws the shirt over his shoulder. I suddenly feel a twinge of self-consciousness as he studies me so intently.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his fingertips trace from my collarbone down my body to my hip bones. “You are perfect.”

“You have no idea yet,” I smirk, my confidence returning to engulf the self-consciousness at his words.

“Show me,” he challenges.

“As you wish,” I smile sliding down his body, nipping at his skin as I move. Hooking my fingers into his waistband I drag both his shorts and underwear down his long legs. Crawling back up I settle between his thighs. Wrapping my lips around his crown, I take in as much of him as I can. One hand coming up to support myself on his thigh as the other coming up to cup and roll his balls.

“Fuck,” he grunts, fingers gathering my hair back from my face. “I have thought about this so many times.”

“How long,” I ask, popping him from my mouth.

“Does it matter,” he groans. His hands digging into my scalp.

“Yes,” I smile running my tongue up the bottom of his shaft. “If you want me to continue, you’ll answer the question.”

“Months.”

“How many?” My tongue swirls around his crown.

“You’re evil,” he groans.

“How…” I dip my head to suck one ball into my mouth. “Many,” I breathe, stroking him slowly.

“Three,” he mutters.

I take him back into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to create as much suction as possible.

“Thank God.” His hand tightens around my hair, guiding me along him.

I chuckle around him.

“Oh, you think it’s funny to tease me,” he pants pulling my hips around to face him. Yanking my panties down my thighs, two fingers immediate burying deep inside my core.

I groan, my eyes rolling in my head slightly.

“You like that?”

“Mmmhmm,” I hum pushing my hips back against his hand.

“You want me to continue,” he asks as I fuck myself on his fingers.

“Mmmhmm,” I groan.

His hand disappears from me and I whimper glancing up at him. He licks his fingers lazily as he stares down at me. “What? You don’t like being teased?”

“No,” I growl.

Stripping myself completely I crawl up to straddle his hips. “I don’t.” I sink slowly onto him.

“Well, that didn’t go as I was planning. Not that I’m complaining.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I smirk.

“Yes ma’am,” he returns the smirk.

His mouth is devouring me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I roll them against him. His mouth leaves mine to kiss and nip along my chest. Gripping one wrist I pull his hand from my hip and between us. His thumb sliding inside to apply the perfect pressure to my clit.

“Kash,” I moan.

“Yes, my Rose,” he murmurs against my skin.

“You are fucking perfect.”

Chuckling he rolls us until I’m pinned beneath him. “My turn to prove it,” he grunts. Yanking my legs over his shoulders he brings his mouth to my slit, my head falls back against the pillows as his tongue circles my clit slowly. “Please. No more teasing. I’m sorry for earlier. Please.”

I feel him smile as his tongue gains speed.

“Fuck. Just like that,” I pant, my orgasm building.

Wrapping his lips around my clit, my body shakes with my release. His grip tightens around me as he licks me clean.

“You alright down there, Rose?”

I nod slowly.

“Can you move?”

“Only if needed.”

“Oh baby, it’s needed. Hands and knees.”

I move to follow his instructions on rubbery limbs. His arm snakes around my waist as he moves a couple pillows beneath me for support. Leaning over me he brings his lips to my ear, “You ready?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer as he buries himself inside me again pulling a loud moan from me.

“God, that’s sexy,” his voice holds a smile as he sets a rapid pace.

I pull myself up to press my back against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around to hold me tight. The new angle has a second orgasm building. His mouth coming down to swallow my moans as he continues to thrust rapidly.

“Kassius,” I moan breaking away as my orgasm ripples through me.

“I got you,” he pants, his voice strained.

“Stop holding back,” I pant wriggling my ass against him. “Let go. Come for me.”

“Fuck,” he groans burying his face into my neck, his hips stilling.

“You okay,” I ask as his breathing evens out.

“Never better,” he sighs, his lips running along my shoulder. “Is this the point you give me some cab fare and kick me out?”

“Of course not. You drove yourself here,” I smile peeking up at him.

He meets my eyes squarely and silently.

“I don’t feel like you’re just a rebound. I’ve been in love with you for a while.”

“Ditto, Rosie,” he breathes turning me in his arms.

“Ditto? That’s all I get from you?”

“I love you too, Rose.’

“So, I’m thinking a nap then dinner. Right here on our little pallet of happiness,” I grin.

“I love that idea,” he grins. “Then tomorrow, we go to the gym. We need to work on your stamina.”

“Deal,” I giggle.

[andie01writing]

Rage

“Gargano!”

“Yes,” I turn from my conversation with my sister-in-law. My heart flutters at the sight of Kassius Ohno.

“The male Gargano twin,” Kassius smiles squeezing my shoulder as he passes. “Good to see you again, Ella. Johnny!”

Candice nudges me gently to bring me out of my stupor. “Yeah…Yeah, you too,” I call after the man.

“Smooth,” Candice chuckles once the man is out of ear shot. “Just tell him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I sniff.

“Men are stupid. We have to make the first move. Remember that?”

“Sounds vaguely familiar,” I smirk, moving down the hallway.

“It’s what you informed me when I admitted my crush on your brother.”

“I don’t see how this has anything to do with me.”

“Stuttering. Red faced. Sweaty palms,” she lists.

“I do not have…”

“Yes, you do,” she smirks.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“No.”

“I do,” I smirk, kissing her cheek. “See ya around Sis. You need to get that wife of yours under control,” I smile at my brother as I pass.

“That will never happen,” he calls after me. “What’s she doing this time?”

“All up in my personal life. Be careful out there.”

“Love you.”

I turn on my heel, raising my right hand palm out over my heart, index and pinky straight up and thumb straight out. Sign language for ‘I love you’. Climbing the production truck steps, I glance back at the building. John and Kassius smile back at me through the door window. I throw one last wave at my brother before entering the truck.

X

“Ella,” one of the senior producers call from the main room.

“Yes,” I smile sticking my head out the side room where I am plotting out cameras for next week’s main event.

He stares straight ahead at the wall of monitors.

“Oh God, what did Johnny do now,” I chuckle, joining him.

The main monitor shows Johnny being moved to a back board. Cries of pain escaping him as the medical team move him slowly. It feels like a cold hand is squeezing my heart.

“What happened to him? Show me a replay.”

“No,” my boss barks.

“It doesn’t have to show in the arena. Show MEa replay.”

“I said no.”

“Someone show me or I’ll do it myself,” I growl, sitting at one of the control panels.

“Show her. Two minutes only.”

My eyes narrow at the footage.

“Should have known. Tommaso,” I growl. Raising, I turn to my boss. “I’m going to my brother…if that’s okay with you,” I tack on the last part to soften the statement, trying to make it less a statement and more of a request.

He gives a sharp nod, back to directing the filming of my brother.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

“You obviously don’t know the Garganos,” I mumble, gathering my things and exiting the truck. Sprinting around the front I find Candice and Kassius standing beside the ambulance. “Candice.”

“Ell,” she sobs.

“Don’t,” I whisper. “Hold it together for him. You’re strong. Make sure he’s okay then we’ll kick Tommaso’s ass together.”

She gives me a slight watery smile before being ushered into the back of the ambulance.

“I’ll take care of Ella,” Kassius calls as they close the doors but my attention is drawn to the man standing atop the production trailer. I feel the rage boiling inside of me at the sight of his cocky smile. Stalking along the side of the truck, I try to find where the bastard climbed up there.

“Where are you going?”

“To find out how that fucker got up there,” I point.

“And do what exactly?”

“Beat his ass,” I answer simply.

“Did you not see what he did to your brother,” Kassius sighs, stopping me with an arm around my waist.

“Yes. Hence the need to beat his ass.”

“I’m not going to let you get hurt.”

“Because I’m a girl, I’m going to get hurt? Take your bullshit elsewhere,” I growl, peeling his arm from me.

“You’re going to get hurt because he just hurt his best friend. He doesn’t care about anyone right now,” he growls, stepping in front of me.

“I don’t care,” I growl. “And I will go through you, Ohno. Just gonna mean I’ll be tired when I get to him.”

“He could kill you.”

“I…Don’t…Care,” I snap.

His eyes darken, leaning over he throws me over his shoulder.

“Kassius,” I snap trying to wiggle out of his grip.

A sharp slap lands across my ass. “Behave,” he growls.

“Make me,” I growl.

The next slap is harder, and I bite back a moan.

“I said behave.” He punctuates his order with a third slap to the ass and I find my will to fight against him dwindling. The sound of a door slamming into a wall has me jumping in his arms, a locker room coming into view as I raise from his back.

“Kassius?”

“No, you are going to listen to me,” he snaps, hauling me from his shoulder. Grabbing either side of my face, he digs his fingers behind my jaws lightly when I try to pull away. “And you will hear me. Don’t ever let me hear say that again. Never. You may not care if you get hurt but your brother will. Candice cares. I care.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” I snort. “The only reason you ‘care’,” I throw up air quotes, “is because you are friends with my twin. If I was some random producer here, you wouldn’t give me a second look.”

“Lies,” he sighs, pressing his forehead to mine. “I’ve always seen you, Ella. You, the beautiful Gargano,” he smiles.

I feel my face heat up at his words.

“Please. Don’t ever say…” He can’t seem to finish his sentence.

“I don’t care, Kassius. I don’t care about myself. All I can think about is avenging my brother.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But…”

“No buts. We will take care of Tommaso.”

“We,” I ask, fisting the material of his tee.

“We,” he states. “Whatever you want that to mean.”

Pulling his hands from my face, I hold them between us. Afraid to meet his eyes, I study our hands. “What…Uh…What do you want that to mean?”

“What I want isn’t the point.”

Raising my eyes, “It is to me.”

He releases a shaky breath but says nothing.

“That’s fine,” I murmur finally after a few tense quiet minutes. Cursing myself internally for allowing the small bit of hope to surface. “See you around,” I sigh, sliding from his lap.

His arm shoots out wrapping around my thighs and I steady myself against his shoulder. He buries his face against my middle. “Ella. Ella. Ella,” he breathes, his hand slides up to cup my ass beneath my skirt. “Do you think I’m blind?”

“I…Uh…I don’t think so.”

“I have watched you for years, wanting you to see me too.”

“Always,” I smile, burying one hand in his hair.

“Always?”

“I’m not blind either, Kassius,” I smile, tilting his head backwards. “You sweet, sexy man. Just FYI though, you smack my ass again I may just take you in front of everyone.”

“Is that right,” he grins, squeezing my ass.

I nod sharply, moaning.

“Look at me,” he rumbles as my eyes drift close. His lips sealing over mine as I follow his order.

“Fuck,” I sigh as we break apart. “Better than I’ve been imagining.”

“Been imagining this?”

“Only when horny,” I smile, diving for another kiss.

“How are you feeling right now,” he asks, hands moving to drag my panties down my legs.

“Like I’m living in a dream,” I state, tearing my top over my head before turning my attention to his tee. “I don’t want to wake up before the good part.” My knees almost buckle as his thumb rubs tight circles on my clit. “Fuck,” I breathe.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this, Ell?”

“Tell me,” I smile, snaking a hand into his shorts.

“Jesus Christ,” he grunts as I slowly start to stroke him.

“Nope. Just me.”

“Smartass,” he smirks, pulling me into his lap. His teeth nipping at the shell of my ear. “I’m going to have to do something about that.”

“What do you have in mind,” I smirk, rocking my hips against his.

“I think I’m just going to have to fuck the daylights out of you,” he growls against my ear, sending heat into my lower belly.

“Promise?”

My back hits the door before I even realize we’re moving, one arm holding me to him as the other works his shorts down.

“Last chance…”

I cut him off with a slow languid kiss that leaves us both breathless. “I’ve waited for this for years, don’t back out on me now.”

My nails dig into his shoulders as he sheaths himself. I lean back against the door enjoying the feeling of finally being with the man of my dreams.

“Ella?”

“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” I whimper, grinding my hips down.

The slap across my ass has me moaning.

“What do you think?”

“I think I was promised the daylights fucked out of me,” I pant. “Please.”

“No need to beg,” he groans, snapping his hips. “I’ve wanted this as much as you, Sweetheart.” His hips setting a quick but calculated pace. “Every accidental brush of your hand against mine sent my skin on fire with electricity. Every conversation has me imagining this right here. When you said you didn’t care about yourself,” his hips buck sharply taking my breath away. “All I could think about was show you just how much you mean to me.”

“Kassius,” I moan, my grip tightening around him. I feel like a guitar string overtightened.

“And that,” he growls. “My name coming out of you like that…so breathless and…” He groans, burying his face into my cleavage.

“Oh God,” I groan as the new position has his pelvic ridge rubbing against my clit. All thoughts leaving me as I throb around him.

“Ella,” he groans against my skin, his hips stilling.

“Kassius,” I pant as aftershocks roll through me.

“You look beautiful like this, you know that,” he peeks up at me.

“Not so bad yourself,” I smile gathering his hair back from his face. “God, I love this mane of yours.”

He chuckles softly allowing me to slide down his body, holding me close once I find my feet. Glancing up, his face is serious as he strokes down my back. “I’m going to take care of Tommaso for you.”

“I don’t feel like thinking about him anymore,” I grin up at him. “I just want to clean up and go check on my brother. Then take you back to my place for a long exciting night. Tommaso can wait until the morning.

X

A line of soft kisses across my shoulders wake me the next morning.

“Mmmm,” I hum. “Ten more minutes. I’m exhausted.”

“I wonder why,” Kassius chuckles, moving to kiss down the back of my neck.

“I know why,” I grin.

“Me too,” he sighs, his hands stroking down my torso.

“Your brother is going to kill me,” he sighs lifting the covers. “There is marks all over you, Sweetheart.”

“I doubt he’ll ever even see them. Candice maybe.”

“Yeah but Candice never told me to stay away from you,” he chuckles.

“What?”

“Johnny…”

“I’m going to kick his ass.”

“What the hell is this?”

Sitting up I find the man in question standing in my doorway. “Oh goody. I going to get to do that sooner than I thought.”

[andie01writing]

Frustrations

“There you are,” Kassius grumbles behind me.

“Here I am,” I sigh, bracing myself for whatever mood he’s in tonight.

“You look nice,” he comments.

“Thank you,” I state, shuffling the papers in my hand to steady the shaking.

His hands come around to cover mine. “You’re shaking.”

“A lot of pent up energy,” I lie.

“Is that so,” he questions.

I nod.

“I really don’t think that is the problem,” he growls, his fingertips of one hand dragging slowly up the outside of my thighs beneath my skirt. “You want to tell me the truth?” His free hand sliding up to rest at the base of my throat.

“I already have,” I mumble as his fingers slip beneath my skirt.

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m…”

“Well, aren’t you just a naughty thing all around,” his voice dips even deeper causing me to shiver. “What did I tell you about wearing underwear tonight?”

“I don’t think it’s very professional to walk around work without panties.”

“I didn’t ask what you thought, I asked what you were told.”

“A stiff breeze could show the world what is yours,” I try a different approach.

His hands tighten around me before shoving me away. “Locker room. Now.”

“What…”

“Now,” he growls.

I scurry to the nearest empty locker room. “Kash, I have a lot of work to…”

His lips cut me off before shoving me back onto the bench in the center of the room. “Did you think that was going to work,” he growls, settling between my thighs. His large hands squeezing the muscles of my thighs harshly, working his way northwards beneath my skirt slowly. “Yeah,” he chuckles as he stares down at me. “I knew exactly what you were doing. Using jealousy and possessiveness against me. The problem with that… I am not possessive. You want to show your ass to the entire roster? Go ahead.” His fingers slip beneath the material of my panties, tugging gently. “Walk around with your tits out? Won’t blink any eye.” He quirks an eyebrow at me when I don’t move. “You want to walk around without a stitch of clothes on? I will lay down the red carpet for you.” Gathering my legs up against his chest, his fingers tighten around the clothing. “Why? Because I know who you’re coming home to.”

“Kash…”

“I will rip them off Ava.”

I swallow thickly, lifting my hips slowly allowing him to slide the panties from me.

“Better,” he chuckles. “What am I gonna do with you? Hmmm?”

I bite my lip as his fingers dance back along my thighs.

“I asked you a question, Ava,” he growls, slapping my thigh.

I squeal before covering my mouth.

“Answer me.”

“Anything you want,” I whisper.

“What was that?” He rearranges my legs to drape on either side of his hips, sprawling me open before him.

“Anything you want,” I state louder.

“Is that so,” he grins, his thumbs sliding up my inner thighs.

My breath huffs out shakenly.

“Problem?”

“N…N…No. No,” I stutter.

“You sure?” His thumb slides further northward.

I nod wildly.

“Anything I want,” he asks, his tongue swipes along his bottom lip as he stares down at me intently. His thumb slides over my slit. “Mmmmm. Are you excited Ava?”

I bite my lip as I stare back at him silently.

“I asked you a question, Ava.”

“You know I am,” I whisper.

“Are you getting an attitude with me?” His fingers dig into my hips arching me. My cunt aching for him to just sink into me already.

“No,” I hiss, pressing myself down on his thumb.

“I think you were,” he chuckles. “You stay here and think about correcting that attitude.”

I whimper as he pulls away from me. “Kassius.”

“We’ll try again after my match,” he smiles wickedly. “I’m keeping these,” he holds up my panties.

“Asshole,” I sigh as he exits the room.

X

My time with Kassius plays through my head as go about my work. Disappearing to my hotel as soon as I am released. My frustrations with Kassius burning through my body despite the cool shower I took. Wrapping myself in the fluffy robe from the back of the bathroom door, I pace the length of the room.

“There you are,” Kassius chuckles, entering the room. “I thought I told you…”

“Don’t start,” I snap.

“I told you to lose the attitude.”

“Hard to do when the man you love leaves you frustrated on a regular basis.”

“Is that all this is,” he smiles, advancing.

“You know damn well it is,” I growl, shoving him away when he steps too close.

“Do I,” he smirks, grabbing my wrist before stepping close again.

“I am not in the mood for your games tonight.”

“If you had frustrations, Sweetheart,” he sighs, dipping his head to attack my neck. “All you had to do was say something.” His hands working the tie of the robe loose. “Get on the bed,” he orders.

“I already said I’m not playing your games tonight,” I growl, refusing to melt into him again.

“I wasn’t asking,” he chuckles, shoving me towards the bed. Landing on my hands and knees, I immediately try to escape his plans but a hand wrapped around my ankle stops me. “On your back.”

“I’ve been beneath you once tonight; it wasn’t that thrilling.”

“Shut up and relax,” he chuckles, tugging me to the edge. “Flip Ava.”

Flipping onto my back, I find him kneeling by the bed.

“That’s a good girl,” he grins. “Now.” My knees are pried apart. “I believe you said something about frustrations I needed to take care of.” Kissing a trail from my left knee upwards, his arm wraps around my right thigh holding it where he wanted it. His free hand coming up to spread my lower lips, displaying myself to him. He hums softly as he reaches the apex of my thighs. Three quick swipes across my clit has me gasping. “K,” he mumbles against me. Another set of three swipes, this time slower. “A.” A slow serpentine path against me. “S.”

Finally realizing what he is doing has me squirming in his grip causing him to tighten it. The asshole knows what this does to me. I refuse to give him the satisfaction, not this time but by the time he circles my clit with his second O my thighs are shaking.

“I haven’t been treating you well, have I,” he sighs, sucking my clit gently pulling a moan from deep within me, his finger sliding inside me. “There it is,” he groans, starting his slow torture of spelling his name against me again.

“Asshole,” I growl.

“Your asshole,” he sighs as the second S has me writhing against his mouth, a second finger sliding into me and hooking.

“Oh God,” I groan.

“Just me, Sweetheart.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Not yet,” he chuckles before returning to his slow ministrations against my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me.

My fingers wind through his hair halfway through the fourth pass of his name. By the sixth K I am shaking with a full body orgasm.

“Still frustrated?”

I shake my head, panting too hard for words.

“I don’t think so,” he chuckles, crawling over me. “You’re not the kind to let me off that easily.” Sheathing himself roughly, he wraps his arms around my waist and rolls us so I am above him straddling his hips, his cock still buried deep inside me. “So take what you need from me. Come on, Sweetheart.” His hands slide down to guide my hips against him. “You know you want it, Ava. You need it. Don’t you?”

“Fuck yes. Alright?”

“Then fucking use me,” he smirks.

My hips speed up as I arch my back and ride him in earnest.

“That’s my girl. Take what you fucking need. Show me what I’ve been missing teasing you like I’ve been doing. So fucking beautiful all arched and needy,” he groans as I roll my hips. “But I think you need more.” Propping himself up, he takes one nipple into his mouth sucking and flicking his tongue over the nub.

“Fuck,” I shudder, my body clenching around him.

He hums appreciatively as I ride through my orgasm finally collapsing against him.

“Oh, Ava,” he practically purrs. “I don’t think you’re done quite yet.”

“Wha…”

“Hands and knees, Sweetheart.” The slap on the ass has me yelping. “You got one more in you. I know it. Hands and knees.”

Sliding from him I settle on the mattress, ass high in the air but my arms refusing to cooperate.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos, hand kneading my ass as he settles behind me. “I’ll make sure all those frustrations are erased. You want that?”

I nod against the mattress.

“Say it.”

“Please Kassius.”

“Please what?”

“Stop being an asshole and fuck me like you mean it,” I growl pushing back against him.

“Calling me names is no way to get what you want,” he chuckles, one hand stroking down my spine to grip the back of my neck.

“Worked so far tonight,” I smile as he positions me off the mattress.

“Touché,” he chuckles finally pushing into me again.

Finally finding the strength in my arms, I brace one on the mattress as I reach behind me to wrap my fingers through his hair again. “Now fuck me,” I snarl.

“Anything for you,” he sighs pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. His hips slamming into me.

“Yes,” I moan. “Just like that. Nice and hard.”

The noises coming from the man as I tug with every hard stroke pushing me closer to a third orgasm.

“You know what it does to me when you pull my hair.”

“You know what it does to me when you spell your name against my clit. How crazy it drives me,” I groan, meeting his thrust as I rock backwards.

“We drive each other crazy,” he groans, burying his face against my shoulder blade. “And I love it.”

“I love you,” I groan, tugging on the strands wrapped around my fingers harder. “Fuck I love you.”

His hips speed up, his breathing coming in pants.

“Are you gonna come Kash? You gonna fill that tight little pussy up?”

“You first,” he groans, fingers slipping around to tease my clit.

“Kash,” I moan as my third orgasm screams through me in a sudden wave.

“Ava,” Kassius groans against my skin. His hips gradually slow before collapsing beside me. “I love you too by the way.”

“I know,” I smirk, draping myself against him. “Maybe next time I’ll keep you frustrated for weeks.”

“Deal,” he chuckles, bringing my hand to his lips.

[ohnojustimagine]

Right Here

Kassius Ohno/Reader 2085 words; smut/explicit

As requested by @oreillyskyle (whyyyyy can I not get the tag to work I am so useless, sorry) who asked for Kassius smut: maybe you two have been together for awhile and you finally come to NXT and he decides to make your first night there unforgettable.

***

You and Kassius have been doing the mostly-long-distance thing for a while now. He’s back at NXT, and you’re on the road with various indie companies, trying to make a name for yourself. And while your relationship is absolutely, one hundred percent worth it, it’s still not easy.

So when you get the offer to join NXT, it seems like a no brainer. You can spend more time together, travel together, train together, live together, and you sign the contract without even a second thought.

“I’m so proud of you,” says Kassius, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You shrug. “We’ll see how it goes.” You know all too well that this is only the first step, that nothing is guaranteed.

“It’s going to go great,” Kassius states confidently, as if there’s not the slightest doubt.

And it seems he’s right, because it does go pretty great, and you’ve only been at the Performance Center for a few weeks when you’re given a televised match. It’s not much, just a short fight with Asuka but it’s also not simply you being kicked in the face and having to sell a fall, you’re being allowed to get in a few good moves.

You might have been wrestling for years now, used to the energy of a good audience, but an NXT crowd is something else again, and by the time the match is done and you make it backstage, you’re practically bouncing with happiness, hyped up on the adrenaline.

Kassius is waiting ready to go on, as he’s up next, but he quickly grabs you, sweeping you up into a huge hug. You just grin at him, so wide it feels like your face is about to split in two, and he smiles back. But before you can say anything, his music starts to hit, and he heads off, blowing you a kiss.

The rest of the night is something of a blur, congratulations from everyone as you come down from the high of the match, but eventually both you and Kassius are showered and changed, ready to leave.

“You want to go out, celebrate?” he asks you, but you shake your head.

“Let’s just go home,” you tell him. You pick up some takeout on the way, and it’s strange, you muse, how soon Kassius’ house in Orlando has become home instead of just a temporary, too-quick stop on your way somewhere else.

You eat at the table in the kitchen, chatting idly about the evening’s matches and the latest Performance Center gossip, and when you’re done, you gather up the plates, putting them in the sink.

Kassius is still sitting, and you walk over to stand behind him, leaning down to wrap your arms around him, the solid bulk of him so intimately familiar in your embrace that it makes you ache with longing. You bury your nose in his pulled-back hair, inhaling the scent of it, then reach across, unfastening the tie and letting it fall heavy onto his shoulders. You push a few strands back behind his ear, touching your lips there, and he turns his head, mouth meeting yours in a brief, tender kiss.

You slide around to sit on his lap, facing him, straddling his legs, your forearms resting outstretched on his shoulders. “Hi there,” he says, and kisses you again, deeper this time, tongue pushing into your mouth, satisfyingly demanding. You shift forward, hips moving so you’re pressed up against him, feeling him starting to harden underneath you, your own arousal sparking in turn.

He finally pulls back, and says, “I hope you’re not too tired.”

“No,” you reply. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I think maybe we do need to celebrate your NXT debut.”

“Oh yeah?” you say, all innocence, but you know exactly what he’s implying. “What did you have in mind?”

He lifts you off his lap, standing up, and takes your hand. “Come with me,” he says, leading you towards the bedroom.

You walk in ahead of him, dragging your t-shirt up and over your head, reaching behind you to unhook your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You turn around, and he’s standing there, leaning up against the door frame, watching you, and you bend over, making a show of pulling your leggings and panties down and away from your legs, kicking them aside and standing up to face him, naked.

Kassius looks you up and down, and you can see him take a deep breath. “On the bed,” he says, and you take a few steps back, sitting down on the edge of the mattress, feeling your pulse quicken as he toes off his shoes but otherwise stays fully clothed.

You scoot back, lying down, and he gestures at you to roll over. You turn onto your stomach, feeling him climb up over you, knees either side of your thighs, and his hands are on your back, kneading gently at the tired muscles there.

“Hmm,” he says, fingers exploring, finding a tangled knot beside your shoulder blade. His thumbs dig into it, the pressure so painful that you’re about to complain that it really isn’t helping you get in the mood, but then all at once the tension releases, and a soothing, easy bliss floods through your body.

“Ohhh,” you groan out. “Yeah, that’s good.”

“Better?”

“So much better.”

He leans over, licking the nape of your neck, and then kisses his way down your spine. You can feel the slight scratch of his beard on your skin, contrasting with the silky drape of his hair, and you shiver slightly.

“Turn over for me,” he says. You obey, shifting beneath him, looking back up at him, almost looming over you. His fingers thread through yours, and you raise your hands over your head, dragging his along so you’re loosely pinned there, wordlessly asking for what you need.

“You want that?” he asks, the hint of a smile lingering over his mouth.

You nod, blushing, because even now, it’s sometimes embarrassing to admit just how much you like him to tie you up. But Kassius seems to love it almost as much as you do, and tonight he reaches across to the nightstand, opening the drawer there to take out the leather straps that are your favorite. At first, you’d tried girlier, softer restraints like silk scarves and pairs of fluffy padded cuffs, but you found they just didn’t do it for you, needing something that truly bound you.

He loops the straps around your wrists, frowning to himself, concentrating as he buckles them just tight enough, then attaches the end to the bedhead. “Okay?” he asks, and you tug on the restraints, testing them, savoring the lack of give in the leather, and yeah, it’s perfect like this. “Sure your shoulders are good?” he checks.

You nod, biting you lip. Kassius kneels up over you, pulling his t-shirt off, tossing it aside, and the knowledge that you now can’t touch him, however much you want to, is so deliciously frustrating you feel dizzy.

“You look beautiful like this,” he says, “all laid out for me.” He stares down at you for a few long minutes, drinking you in with his eyes, then unfastens his jeans, taking out his hard cock. You have to squirm a little at the sight of it, long and thick, but he makes no move to give you any relief, jacking himself unhurriedly as he looks at you.

But then at last he moves downwards, settling himself between your already wide legs, pushing them even wider. “So wet,” he murmurs, leaning in, and you’re waiting for his tongue, but instead there’s the slightest pressure of teeth, biting gently at your outer lips, and it’s so unexpectedly pleasurable you have to gasp. You hear him laugh, the huff of breath ghosting over your skin, and he starts to lick you, teasingly slow at first, making you moan helplessly.

You know perfectly well that Kassius is capable of making you wait as long as he chooses, but tonight it seems he’s feeling more generous, or, at least, more impatient than usual, because soon he’s giving you exactly what you need, tonguing your clit with broad, firm strokes.

And it never takes you long, not when you’re like this, arching your back, hips jerking up, your arms straining at the straps holding them fast as you come. It’s intense enough that you can’t catch your breath, your cunt still throbbing and way too tender from it, but Kassius doesn’t give you even a second, sliding two thick fingers roughly inside you. “Fuck,” you grit out, instinctively shifting away from him, but he wraps one arm around your leg, holding you in place.

“Too soon?” he asks, and you nod desperately. “Good,” he says, voice rich with satisfaction at your discomfort.

“Asshole,” you mutter, and he slaps your thigh lightly, but he’s right, because it is good like this, so good, the finest, most precarious line between too much and not enough. He fucks his fingers in and out of you, the heightened feeling of it finally subsiding enough that you can let yourself relax a little. Which is, of course, exactly when he stops.

“You want my cock?” he says.

“Yes,” you answer, immediate, the word barely a whisper, knowing that you’ll willingly beg, humiliate yourself for it if that’s what he asks of you.

But he doesn’t say anything for a few long moments, then shakes his head. “No,” he says, firmly, “not till you come again.”

And before you can complain, his face is once again buried between your thighs, no build up or tease this time, and you’re already moaning, using the restraints on your wrists as leverage to push your hips up against his mouth, your whole body pleading for a second release. He sucks on your clit, pushing his fingers back inside you, and fuck, because you’re coming again, eyelids fluttering closed as you cry out, the sensation of it so concentrated it’s almost painful, but that only makes it even more amazing.

You’re panting as he crawls up over you, unbuckling the straps that hold your wrists, and your arms fall limp, either side of your head. “You’re such a good girl,” he tells you, and leans down to kiss you, his beard messy with your wetness, but you don’t care, mouth slack as you try to kiss him back, still whimpering quietly as you tremble with aftershocks.

He shoves his jeans further down his thighs, gripping himself, weight balanced on one forearm as he lies over you, but then he stops. “You want to say please?”

“No,” you say, still weak and feeling maybe just a little petulant.

“I think you should.”

“Maybe you should,” you tell him, and he smirks at you, smug as fuck but it’s so goddamn sexy on him.

“Pleeeease,” he says, voice low, the word extended out as he slides slowly inside you, and oh but you can feel it, still so sensitive that the wide stretch of him makes you inhale a sharp breath. But then he’s fully inside, and it’s nothing but good as he starts to fuck you with short, rough thrusts. You wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck, biting down lightly as you hold on.

He doesn’t bother making it last, and after everything he’s already given you, you’re more than happy to be simply used, taking it as he drives into you one final time, letting out a low moan. He rolls off you, lying back, strands of hair clinging to his skin, wet with sweat.

It’s only a moment or two before he sits up, climbing off the bed, and you whine slightly, still needing him close, but he only kicks off his jeans and underwear then lies back down beside you, pulling the covers up over you both. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you trace slow circles over his skin, the pleasing ache between your legs so intense you know you’ll be feeling it all day tomorrow.

“So,” you say, turning to look up at him, “is it going to be like this every time I have a match?

Kassius shrugs casually, like it’s nothing. "Maybe,” he replies, teasing, fingertips gliding lightly up and down your spine.

“Well,” you say, “maybe I could get used to that.”

And he smiles, and says, “Me too.”

[xfirespritex]

Opening Requests

My first set of WWE Fanfiction Requests!

Hey everyone, if you’re reading this and are interested in submitting a request here are the rules/ guidelines of my doing requests. I thought long and hard about doing this and while I’m nervous I feel like doing requests will give me a kick to write more.

Requests will remain open as long as I feel like. I have the right to close them but will give fair warning in advance of closing the request. 

Rules/ Guidelines:

1.      All requests will be for male superstar / female reader (i.e. Finn Balor X Y/N). I have not written slash in a long time and am not prepared to jump back in. I will be dipping my toe back into that in the future but not now.

2.      No self-harm/rape/death stories. They aren’t for me. I can’t write them. Note: Other things such as depression, anxiety, etc. are okay and allowed to be a part of the request but I will not write extremely triggering things. It’s difficult to write for me and even more difficult for some to read.

3.      Requests will be filled as I am inspired by them. Not first come/first serve. You can’t rush writing.

4.      Relating to the above rule you must be patient. If you are pushy or flat-out mean about how long it is taking to fill your request I will not finish it, no matter how good an idea it is.

5.      I will write fluff, angst and smut. Be specific in what you are looking for.

6.      I will accept requests from Anonymous but please know that if I can’t reply to your request there is no way of notifying you when it’s going up/ if I would like clarification on your request.

 If you want to help inspire me:

1.      Submit a particular image/ lyric/song/quote you associate with the request. I will try and use that as a guideline for my story.

2.      Give me specifics. Don’t just say “A cute fluffy story with Pete Dunne, please and thanks!” That’s not enough.

Wrestlers I will write for: (Note, I know much more about WWE wrestlers than other promotions so please be kind if I don’t their characterization just right.)

·        Adam Cole

·        Adam Page

·        AJ Styles

·        Aleister Black

·        Alex Shelley

·        Andrade “Cien” Almas

·        Baron Corbin

·        Bobby Fish

·        Bobby Roode

·        Brian Kendrick

·        Cedric Alexander

·        Cesaro

·        Chad Gable

·        Chris Jericho

·        Chris Sabin

·        Cody Rhodes

·        Corey Graves

·        Dean Ambrose

·        Drew McIntyre

·        Elias

·        Finn Balor

·        Jason Jordan

·        Jay Briscoe

·        Jeff Hardy

·        Johnny Gargano

·        Kassius Ohno

·        Kyle O’Reilly

·        Mark Andrews

·        Mark Briscoe

·        Marty Scurll

·        Matt Hardy

·        Mojo Rawley

·        Mustafa Ali

·        Neville

·        Pete Dunne

·        Roderick Strong

·        Roman Reigns

·        Sami Zayn

·        Seth Rollins

·        Sheamus

·        TJ Perkins

·        Tommaso Ciampa

·        Tony Nese

·        Trent Seven

·        Tye Dillinger

·        Tyler Bate

·        Velveteen Dream

·        Will Ospreay

 Note: If you have an idea for a wrestler not listed above send me the request but PLEASE include an alternative choice for the character. This list doesn’t mean I absolutely will not write for some people but this is who I feel I am comfortable writing.

 A final reminder: If the rules are not adhered to/ a request makes me uncomfortable I will not complete the request. You all need to understand that a request is just that, a request. I will do my best to fill them all but this is not a contract. So please, be understanding of mine, as well as all, writer’s limitations and guidelines.

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