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baybaysbaybay · 10 months ago

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Tipping Point

So uh, I don't share my writing often cause I'm embarrassed by my own work but uh, here we are! This is apart of an AU I have with @cyberspacelover and that's why things will be wonky.

Pairing(s): OC x Cody, implied OC x Randy

"Admit defeat, pretty boy." She grinned, pushing harder on his arm which just made him growl Ola rolled her eyes as Cody complained during practice,

"Honestly Rhodes, do you have to bitch so much? It's exhausting." She scoffed which made the man glare at her.

"Hilarious coming from you. How many times have I pinned you today and you complained?" He said as a smirk crossed his lips at the glare the shorter woman was giving him.

"Suck my ass Rhodes. They were unfair." She crossed her arms while Cody laughed at her, motioning with his finger to come back in the ring.

"Then come and prove it, if you think you can." Alright, that pissed her off. She slid herself in the ring as she heard Randy sigh loudly,

"Would you two stop it already? Everyday…." He rubbed his temple, knowing he was completely being ignored by the two arguing. He shook his head and rubbed his head, taking a seat in the metal chair. It was no use trying to stop them.

Should he be as jealous of Cody as he was? Probably not, unfortunately, feelings didn’t work that way. His jaw tensed as he watched them.

Ola tossed her hoodie off and out of the ring before taking her typical stance,

"Well? Come on pretty boy. You were cocky a minute ago." Cody scoffed and took his position, glaring at her, "Stop calling me that." That earned a smirk from the woman, her fangs poking out,

"Aw, the pretty boy is upset!" She laughed in a mocking tone. That did it. Cody dived at her, trying to catch her off guard. No way was he losing to her now. She managed to dodge him just in time. He could be fast when he wanted to be. Dodging again, she was able to get a jab in at his ribs, smirking when he grunted and lunged again. They kept at it until he had her trapped in a corner, or so he thought,

"Nowhere to run…" he smirked which made her laugh, "who said I was running?" He looked at her confused before she lunged and hit him with a spear. He hit the ring with a grunt as she grabbed his arm, pinning it behind him and pushing his face to the mat.

as he glared back at her. "Never."

Using his weight advantage he flipped out of her hold, making her gasp when she hit the floor. Cody snatched up her arms, pinning them above her while using his weight to hold her legs and hips down. Learned the first time to do that since she kicked like a mule. He smirked down at her flushed face as she panted while trying to wiggle out,

"Now who's defeated?"

Meanwhile, Randy raised an eyebrow at their position they were in. He truly wondered if they remembered he was here. Probably not. He sighed, grabbing his phone and taking a picture before sending it to the group chat

R: *picture attached* These two…stg….

He shook his head, and let out a frustrated sigh. He was getting more upset the long this went on. Randy rubbed his eyes.

Ola growled, with her teeth bared, wiggling more aggressively trying to get out of Cody's hold. There was no way she was losing to this bastard again today. With a small smirk, she thrusted her hips up which, successfully, confused the man. She pulled her arms free, grabbing his head and pulling him into a choke hold. With which their already compromised position, was just essentially smothering Cody with her boobs.

"Tap out, pretty boy, and you won't pass out." She tugged harder as he grabbed her arm, kicking the floor. He grunted, knowing damn well he was a blushing mess since he was pretty sure she didn't realize what she was doing. He tapped her arm and she released him, letting him hit the floor. He coughed gently and glared at her triumphant smirk. He was thankful that the blush to his face looked like from lack of oxygen now that she had his head crushed to her chest.

He shook his head,

"Suffocating doesn't count." She snickered as she stood before offering her hand to him, "yeah, yeah, whatever lets you sleep at night." He took her hand as he stood and rolled his eyes before looking at Randy.

"Are you two done, doing whatever that was…..again?" He crossed his arms with a drol stare. Those 2 had basically been humping each other. He frowned and crossed his arms.

Ola stretched before slipping from the ring,

"as long as the sore loser is done whining, yeah I'm fine." She made her way to her bag and grabbed it. Cody scoffed at her as he followed suit, "oh puh-lease, I pinned you 3-1 I still won today. And you know it and don't want to admit it." She glared and punched his arm, "fuck you, just can't lose gracefully can you."

The two continued to bicker as they followed Randy out to his car. Randy just kept rolling his eyes as they fought. They were bickering more than normal.

Cody paused his arguing as he pulled his phone out, a message from one of the girls he used to hook up flashing across the screen. Ola scoffed as she saw the message, of course with a picture attached. She rolled her eyes and looked forward again as they got closer to the car,

"Can't you go a day without one of your flings?" Cody glared at her as he opened the trunk of the car,

"I'll have you know I haven't even gotten with someone in a few weeks…” He realized that maybe his tone was weird, hopefully, she wouldn't notice. Ola shot him a glare and punched his chest,

"Oh fuck off with that. You were literally out every night with someone different. I can't believe your dick hasn't fallen off from some disease." She chucked her bag in the trunk and got in the car, crossing her arms. Cody sighed as he tossed his bag in and shut the trunk before getting in himself while Randy started the car. Randy’s jaw was still tight as he listened to them. Cody was always out with some pretty little thing. Randy had tried that when he realized he liked Ola but it ended up just making him feel gross anytime he saw the small woman. Which was most of the time.

Once in, he cleared the message without even looking at it. He had no interest. She rolled her eyes when she saw him clear his phone,

"Suddenly not Mr. Playboy?." Cody sighed angrily and furrowed his brows,

"Would you drop it? Fuck." Which led to them bickering. Well, actually, more like a full blow yelling match as they made their way to the hotel.

Randy watched them go silently, them having completely forgotten about his existence during their fight. He needed a drink and a strong one. He hauled his bag on his shoulder and made it to his room. Which was unfortunately right next to Ola and Cody. What fucking luck he had. He opened the door, chucking his bag and landing on his bed. Groaning because he could hear the two making their way to their room. He really missed it when it was just him and Ola sometimes. He honestly missed sharing a room with her….Randy groaned, not the time. He rolled over and got up, going to the mini fridge. He pulled the door open and grabbed all the beer that was available. He was going to need it if they kept this up.

And somehow, they continued this argument all the way until they got to their shared room door.

Ola growled and threw the door open, tossing her bag to the floor before facing Cody and jabbing her finger to his chest, "Seriously, fuck you Rhodes." He brushed her finger away and tossed his bag before heading to the beds, "Oh drop it ho-" he froze in place as he looked at the beds…..well bed. He furrowed his brow, "hey…uh, this is the right room right?"

Rolling her eyes, Ola moved to stand beside him, "yes, I'm not dumb wh-" she froze next to him. Why the fuck was there only one bed?

"This has to be a mistake." Quickly she pushed past Cody and grabbed the phone, she called Randy first and he said that he booked them one with 2 beds then she called the desk and sighed as she hung up.

"Fuck, this is the only one we can get." She ran a hand down her face before looking at Cody,

"Look, I can crash on the floor or something." Cody glared at her at that,

"No way I'm letting you do that. That's fucked. I'll take the floor."

Ola scoffed and crossed her arms, standing in front of him,

"You don't need to pull some macho guy routine Rhodes, I'll be fine on the floor." He huffed,

"I'm not being macho, I'm being nice! Just take the fucking bed!"

Ola growled low in her throat ,"Absolutely not, you take it!"

He stepped closer "fine, since you're being stubborn as always, why don't we just share it? There's enough room and blankets for us both."

That made Ola's nose scrunch, "No way in hell I'm sleeping in the same bed as you Rhodes. Good try though," she made a move to grab her bag, "Look, I'll just go stay with Randy-" Before she could finish, he put himself between her and her bag.

"What. The. Fuck. Rhodes?" She took a step forward and he just glared down at her. "You're not going to Randy's, damn it."

The outburst confused and surprised Ola before she got in Cody's face, her temper snapping. She grabbed his shirt and brought his face to hers, "Don't you ever fucking tell me what I can and can't do, you pretty faced asshole!! It's none of your business where I am, you got that?"

Cody's eyes narrowed, the normally bright blue turning stormy. He grabbed her hand on his shirt before walking forward, using his height and strength to his advantage until Ola's legs hit the bed. He somehow put his face closer to hers, starting to breathe heavy from holding back his temper, "It's stupid of you to leave when you don't fucking have to."

She scoffed in his face, "I can leave if I damn well please. I'm not gonna be your cockwarmer you know. You have enough pretty, little arm pieces on speed dial for that." She tightened the grip on his shirt,

"You know what. Your lucky your daddy and brother are famous wrestlers or you wouldn't have fucking gotten here, Rhodes."

Something in him snapped, he knew it, she felt it and could see the way his eyes changed again. Cody grabbed her jaw, growling in his chest and his eyes a blaze, "Pretty girls should keep their mouths shut." He slammed his lips against hers in an equally angry, hungry and sloppy kiss.

Ola's eyes widened as his lips made contact with hers. It had happened so fast, she didn't have time to react. She'd never seen him like this before. It shouldn't turn her on this much but it did. She buried one hand in the hair at the back of his head and the other clung to his shoulder as he toppled them over, landing on the bed. She gasped when they landed, which gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth, earning a soft whine from the woman below him. He growled in his chest when he grazed her fangs, he would be lying if he hadn't fantasized how they would feel. Breaking the kiss, and pulling back for air, she stared at him bewildered and confused,

"I…wh…..what the hell Cody…?" Which earned a hum from the man above her as he took in her appearance. Lips already puffy, and from only one kiss, cheeks flushed red and, to his delight, her pupils blown wide as he stared at her. He bent down, trailing kisses under her jaw and down her throat before pausing where her sweatshirt was and scrunching his nose. He sat up some while tugging the zipper of the sweatshirt angrily,

"Get this fucking thing off." Still, confused, Ola sputtered but complied as she pulled it off and tossed the hoodie to the floor.

"What the hell was that abo-" She was cut off, suppressing a whine, when he nipped at a sensitive spot on her collar. Cody continued nipping a trail across her collar, tiny bruises forming where he went, "It fucking smelt like Randy," he growled, making her shiver under him, "You're with me. I'll make you forget all about him baby."

Ola's brain was running about a hundred miles per hour, what had gotten into him. How long had he felt this way? Why now? When? She didn't have much time to recover as he trailed his one hand to rest on her hip, using his thumb to rub the skin there. This really was a hell of a time for her to be in probably the shortest shorts she owned and a sports bra. She swallowed thickly as he kissed down to her cleavage before looking up at her. Ola's breath got caught in her throat when she met his eyes, the normally bright blue shade was darkened with lust, earning a shutter up her spine as she looked away. That just made Cody chuckle as he nipped her earlobe, making her gasp,

"Tell me you don't want this as much as I do, Ola, and I'll end it right here." She swallowed, trying to get her brain to catch up. It wasn't often she got bewildered and overwhelmed like this especially from him but apparently he's full of surprises. She moved the hand that was on his shoulder to cup his cheek and move to look at him in the eyes again. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he watched her, his thumb still running circles on her hip.

This was insane. Cody? Cody Rhodes? The self proclaimed playboy wanted her and was jealous of Randy?? This had to be a dream, or she finally got hit in the head too hard.

"Ola?" Cody's voice brought her out of her thoughts and she blinked at him. Ah, fuck it. At least you could have this if nothing else. How many times had she gotten off thinking of him? Or, more embarrassingly, how many times did she pretend that her date was him?

She threw both arms around his neck, crashing her lips to his in a desperate kiss of tongue and teeth. Maybe too much teeth as she nicked his lower lip with one of her fangs before she pulled away. He slid his tongue over his lip tasting the blood and chuckled while her face became a lovely red color,

"Careful now baby…..I don't think you want to play those games right away." She shuddered as he left bloody kiss marks on the bruises forming on her neck. He pulled back, admiring his work already while he licked his lip again. He'd burn how she looked into his memory if it was the last thing he'd do.

Ola's face felt like it was going to burst into flames, why was this so…. embarrassing? No. Different? Then when she was with a woman, besides the obvious. She felt weirdly exposed and she didn't know how to deal with it. She knocked her thoughts away while she trailed her fingers from his shoulders down his chest to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it. That earned a smirk from Cody as he hummed, "what do you want, hm? Be a good girl and use your words."

She was pretty sure her brain was short circuiting, as she felt the flush move down her chest too. "Ah…f-fuck Cody, take the damned thing off." He chuckled and gave her a quick peck before tossing his shirt off. Ola had to hold back a whiny groan, okay, so maybe she was dying to touch him forever. Sue her. She ran her hand from his waist, up to his chest and around his back, scraping the skin with her nails gently. Surprisingly, Cody shivered while he watched her hand move. He dipped his head back down, kissing at the sensitive spot on her neck again, this time her back arched and she whined louder when she brushed against him. Adjusting, Cody slotted himself tight to her, rolling his hips teasingly against her core. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and she let out a soft moan she tried to muffle in his shoulder.

"No, no, no. No hiding those sounds from me baby. I need to hear you." He muttered in her ear as he rolled his hips, making her moan out again, not letting her muffle it. Fuck, he felt bigger than she had thought. Not her fault he wore grey sweatpants when they worked out together or the fact he wears tiny ass bottoms in the ring, how could she not look?

Cody moved his hand from her hip, up to her chest, cupping one of her breasts while groaning softly as she arched into her touch. She dug her nails into his shoulder, letting out a small whimper,

"More…please? Need more." He smirked against her neck before whispering, "More what…?" She flopped her head back with a whine and tugged at her sports bra,

"Need to feel you more. This needs to come off." Cody chuckled but pulled back from her neck to help her pull the bra over her head and chuck it to the side. He looked her back over again and she shivered as he trailed his fingers up her stomach, making it flex under his touch. The smirk returned as he used both hands to cup and knead each of her breasts before sliding his thumbs over her nipples. He chuckled when her hips bucked and she moaned at the combined sensation,

"So pretty like this, " he mused as he bent his head down and ran his tongue over one of her nipples before brushing his teeth against it gently. Ola's eyes fluttered closed, getting lost in the feeling, "I bet I could make you cum without even having to do much, hm?" Cody kissed in between her breasts and looked up at her already blissed out face, "tell me angel, how many times have you gotten off thinking about me…?" He watched as her eyes fluttered open as he moved to her other nipple, running his tongue across it before sucking it into his mouth. Her one hand shot to his head and grabbed the back of it with a high pitch whine while she shuddered and bucked, trying to get more friction. This teasing was going to kill her.

Letting the nipple go from his mouth, he pressed his face against her chest and watched his hand while he kneaded her other breast,

"I asked you a question, you know." She swallowed thickly between the whimpers and whines before looking at him and meeting his gaze, which made her freeze,

"I….., " her face somehow flushed again, "more times than I can count…" she gnawed on her lip and in a whisper, "sometimes I'd pretend that my dildo was you in my head." That made Cody's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, after the shock wore off, his lips turned into a devilish smirk as he leaned up, pressing a hard kiss to Ola's lips. He chuckled as she chased him when he pulled away,

"Naughty girl….. thinking of me while fucking this pussy of yours?" She sucked her lip between her teeth, chewing on but nodding a little.

"Maybe…but I have to ask Cody…" he raised his brow at her again, meanwhile she trailed her hand down his back to his front and cupped him through his pants. He groaned lowly, eyes fluttering a bit,

"Have you jacked off thinking of me…?" She pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck while he groaned again as she continued rubbing him. Fuck, definitely bigger than she thought. He nuzzled the side of her head before nipping her ear,

"More than you want to know, angel. Couldn't help myself especially when you wear these little shorts all the time." Cody groaned louder as she squeezed him,

"Only reason I fucked those other women was to maybe get my mind off you…" Ola froze before pulling back and looking at him in bewilderment,

"You're completely serious aren't you…" He nodded slowly, staring at her, "I have no real reason to lie about it babe." Shaking her head, she grabbed him into a kiss before pulling away with a shit eating smirk. Grabbing onto him, she used her weight to flip them so she was sitting, with her thighs on either side of his hips.

"My, my, Mr. Pretty Boy couldn't get me out of his head?" She smirked, her fangs poking out as he groaned and flopped his head back. "I shouldn't have told you that…" Cody shook his head, she was going to be insufferable with that knowledge. She licked her lips as she watched the muscles in his neck flex before leaning forward and pressing her tongue along it from his collarbone to his ear, nipping his ear as she sat back again. Cody shuddered under her, briefly feeling her fangs graze him a few times. There was something wrong with him, he wanted nothing more than for her to sink them into his shoulder or neck. She traced a shape on his neck before leaning down, trailing kisses and love bites across his stomach and chest. She chuckled as she slid her tongue over his nipple making him shoot her a look,

"What? No one ever do that to you?" Cody's voice died in his throat as he swallowed, watching her lick the other with a shiver.

"Fuck….no," she grinned widely and kissed him again but squeaked as they flipped again. He massaged her hips with his thumbs before leaning close, "angel…. I'm trying to stay in control as much as I can…" he watched as her pupils blew wide and her lips curved into a smirk, "oh…codes….," She leaned up, nipping his neck and lips gently, "let go, I want it all." She growled softly after a gasp as he crashed his lips to hers, slipping her shorts and panties off in one quick move. He shifted himself, not breaking the kiss while they fought for dominance and kicked off his pants and boxers. Ola whined into the kiss when she felt his cock press against her thigh. Holy fuck. That thing wasn't going to fit into her.

Cody moving his hand quickly, he slipped it between them to her slit. She whimpered into the kiss as he slid his fingers from her hole to her clit. He pulled away with a groan, gently rubbing her clit,

"God…damn, you're so fucking wet for me...." he pressed kisses against her throat as he pushed one finger into her, making her hips arch and shiver rub up her spine. "Ah, fuck…you're so tight…" She dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to stabilize herself as he pressed a second finger in, making a shuddering moan leave her lips.

"Cody….," She leaned into him, whimpering, "there's no way your cock is going to fit in me." She bucked against his hand when he chuckled as he kissed down to her collarbone and stared up at her,

"Oh…. Ola…." he nipped at one of the nipples, making her squeak, "I'll make it fit." Ola's cheeks flushed slightly and Cody chuckled lowly when he felt her clamp down on his fingers,

"You like that don't you…?" He cupped her cheek, forcing her to meet his eyes while he pressed a third finger in, "I'll make you all mine…make you forget all about him…." he hissed through his teeth while letting go of her cheek and pulling his fingers out of her. Ola whined at the loss of sensation but her eyes widened when he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. She didn't know what to say but that just made him laugh while he kissed a trail down her stomach and sunk to the ground between her knees. He pulled her thighs over his shoulders and pulled her close to him with a smirk,

"You look confused. Has no one done this for you before…?" At a complete loss of words, she just shook her head. She could swear Cody's eyes gleamed with a certain pride or victory, "oh babe…..," He kissed the inside of her thighs, making them flex and twitch, "Don't worry, I'll treat you right…." Cody leaned forward pressing his tongue against her slit, going from hole to clit before flicking it with his tongue.

The air was knocked from Ola's lungs as she fell back against the bed, hips arching and her fingers finding purchase in his hair. All of which made the man laugh between her legs, the vibrations making her whine and shudder again. Ola hissed softly as he kept doing that motion adding in an occasional nip here and there. She tried to buck into his face but Cody kept her hips steady while he ate her like she was his last meal.

Yeah, this definitely was going to kill her. It was too many sensations at once, all she could feel and sense was him, and it was melting her brain. Panting, she, mistakenly, pried her eyes open to look at him and was met with his piercing blue gaze and a smirk as he continued. She flexed her thighs when he did this and whimpered loudly, her head thunking back on the bed. She wriggled more to no avail before letting out a low moan,

"I'm….fuck.. Cody I'm so close.." she panted out as she tried to arch herself to him. This only encouraged him more as he slipped his three fingers back in her, and curled them just right and in time with his tongue. That was the tipping point. Ola tightened her grip on his hair, her panting turned to loud moans and she screwed her eyes shut as her orgasm overcame her. She saw stars behind her eyes while she bucked against Cody as she rode out her orgasm before loosening her grip on her hair and sinking bonelessly into the mattress.

She hated to admit that was the best fucking orgasm she had ever had. Cody smirked and licked his lips as he pulled away, pleased by his handy work. And damn did she look absolutely gorgeous when she came. He definitely wasn't ever forgetting it. He slowly pulled his fingers from her and licked them clean before kissing a trail carefully up her body. Cody tried not to chuckle when her muscles jumped when he kissed her skin, how cute that she was so sensitive. He cupped her cheek and gave her a gentle kiss while she opened her eyes,

"How are you feeling there, angel? I didn't take that much out of you did I?" Ola glared at him and that just made him chuckle. He pressed a kiss under her ear which made her make a noise in her throat.

"Are you ready for me princess?" He muttered against her neck and she shivered, as she glanced at his cock that was pressed against her thigh. She swallowed nervously,

"Are you sure it'll fit..?" He kissed her neck softly to her lips before looking down at her,

"Yes, we'll go slow." He slid his hand to her hip, massaging it gently.

She nodded before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss as he repositioned himself. Ola wrapped her legs instinctively around his waist and made a noise when his cock slid against her slit. He rocked his hips a bit, trying to stay patient as he pulled away from the kiss and looked at her,

"You ready?" She chewed her lip a little bit and nodded, "yes, I trust you Cody." That sent heat straight to his gut in the best kinda way. Cody bent down, kissing a trail between her breast,

"Tell me if I need to stop, okay?" Ola nodded and scraped her nails across his scalp, making him shudder. He grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times, and running it up and down her slit, gathering the wetness there. She shivered at the feeling as he placed it at her opening and he glanced at her face again before slowly pushing the head into her. Fluttering her eyes, she laid her head back against the bed and tried to get used to the sensation. She hadn't necessarily told Cody she'd never been with a man before but it was implied.

Cody watched her face as he kept slowly pushing into her, containing the animalistic side in him that wanted to just thrust in all the way. He groaned as he kept going,

"Fuuuuuuck…. you're so tight…." Ola's cheeks flushed and she involuntarily clamped down on his cock making him moan louder. That was definitely a sound she wanted to hear more. Cody’s grip on her thighs tightened as his fingers flexed while he kept pushing himself in. Ola groaned as she relaxed, feeling him push all the way in. She had never felt so full in her whole life,

“Fuck Codes…I..you’re so big…” She moaned softly as his eyes fluttered slightly, “M-move…fuck…” Cody nodded as he readjusted himself before slowly pulling out and back in. They both moaned in sync at the feeling. Fuck did this feel so right to both of them. Cody grit his teeth as he watched his cock slide out her and groaned in his throat as he pushed back in. Ola moaned as she clung to him, digging her nails into his biceps before she slid her hands up, around his neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. She whimpered against his lips as they pulled apart before she buried her face against his neck. Ola nipped the skin gently, making him groan and press his face against her collarbone. Cody kissed his way up to her ear, nipping her lobe gently before groaning as her fangs scraped his skin.

“Do it…” He shuddered slightly before she pulled back, giving him a questioning look, “Your….fangs, bite me….please….” Ola eyed him a second before smirking and leaning up to his ear,

“Oh… so you want to be marked huh, Rhodes?” He swallowed audibly as she grazed her fangs against his throat again. Her eyes shut with a groan as a familiar knot was about to snap in her, she tightened her hold on him again and kept making mewling sounds as his thrusts became more erratic.

“Come for me Cody…I know you want to…..I can feel it.” Cody’s eyes shuttered closed and Ola moaned louder as she moaned into his neck before turning her face and sinking her teeth into his shoulder with a groan as her orgasm overtook her. Cody’s closed eyes tightened as he thrust harder a few times as she tightened around him, feeling her fangs break his skin was the tipping point. Cody moaned as he thrust a few more times before burying himself deep in her and as he came. Ola ran her tongue over the bite and shuttered as she felt him fill her up.

Cody slumped against her and Ola smiled, a lopsided grin, as she ran her fingers over his back and through his hair. She pressed a kiss to his temple gently before he looked up at her with a goofy grin.

“Holy shit….” Which made Ola smirk and kiss him, “Holy shit, indeed Codes…”

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Randy froze mid step and sip of his beer. His heart sank to his gut. Through the very, very, VERY thin walls, Randy could hear them loud and clear. He clenched his jaw and shut his eyes, he should be happy for them both really. They were a better fit. Ola deserved better.

But, he wasn’t happy. In fact he was pissed and nauseous and unfortunately, being able to hear her moan, was currently fighting his cock, who was betraying him. He set the beer down on the end table as he sat on the bed. He should just leave or go to the shower or something. Randy ran his hand down his face with an angry sigh before looking down and groaning. Fuck. Was he really contemplating this right now? How would he look at either of them tomorrow?

He snagged his beer and slammed the rest, tossing the can away and freezing at a particularly loud moan of Ola’s. He wasn’t winning this fight. He pushed his pants down, flopping back against his bed and grabbing his cock in his fist. He hissed as he stroked himself a few times, eyes clamped shut as he listened to his two friends fuck in the room next to him. He'll feel shame tomorrow but right now, the wrong head was in control. He stroked himself faster and bit down on his palm, making sure to make as little noise as possible. He listened to Cody and Ola’s combined noises and moaned in his chest as their moans and groans came quicker and louder. Randy slammed his head against the bed, his hips arching as he pictured himself in Cody’s place. It should be him, not Cody. He panted as he imagined it, like he had times before, and bit his palm harder as he pushed himself over the edge. He moaned against the palm of his skin as he felt his release land on his stomach. He slumped against the bed, the shame hitting him like a freight train already. He was disgusting. He sat up quickly and walked to the bathroom. How, in the actual hell, was he supposed to face them?

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mamirhodessxox · 8 months ago

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Randy just came on i’m gonna fucking bust

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pastelbatfandoms · 1 year ago

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Daddy's Home

A/N: Obviously was inspired by Randy Orton coming back, plus it's been almost a year since I've watched WWE. Randy really wanted me to write him (or his higher self did lol) and kept appearing in my dream. So here ya go.

Warnings: Pure Smut, Daddy Kink

"I can only take you in small doses, loving's you explosive."- Small Doses~Bebe Rexha

I stormed down the hall, towards my hotel room. Upset of course at Randy, what else was new? This time though he was following me as I opened the room door and almos slammed it into his face.

Randy stopped it with his hand. "Roxy c'mon! What is it now?" He started to shout then lowered his voice, cooly.

As I whirled on him. My long dark hair flying behind me. "What is it now, Randy really? You come back and the first thing you do is flirt with Rhea!"

Randy stopped at that, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "That's what your worked up about? I wasn't flirting with her I was trying to get under her skin. Looks like I got under yours instead."

I crossed my arms, looking away. "It doesn't matter. You and I are not even together, but she is my friend. "

"True we're not. I get she's your friend but so what? I mean you been getting pretty close with her friend Damian Priest, haven't you?" Randy asked, eyeing me.

I looked at him then. "Why are you jealous? I've actually been gone for quite awhile Randy just like you. But yes I do find him attractive so? You going to take him away from me too."

Randy crossed his own arms, closing his eyes at that. "Rox I thought we were past this, I'm sorry about what happened with The Fiend and how I treated you, but It's not like I killed Bray."

I looked down, a bit sad. "I know. It wasn't anyone's fault. Regardless I don't think I can do this again with you Randy."

"I told you before how I feel Roxy. How we keep doing this, you say you don't want me and yet it's the same song & dance of not wanting anyone else too either." Randy said, walking slowly towards me.

I put a hand out to stop him. "Randy...I do want to be with you, I can't help it. I just don't want jealousy or possessiveness to get in the way."

Randy smirked at that, "I don't think that can be helped. That's just how we're wired especially me. But I can promise it won't go as far as it did before. Plus..." He grabbed the hand that was on his chest, as he went close to my ear and said in a low tone. " You like it when I get possessive over you in other ways, makes for great sex." He smirked at me.

I looked up at him,licking my lips. "True... Just don't hurt me again."

Randy shook his head the smirk gone. "I won't. I swear. Now how about you show Daddy how much you missed him." Randy whispered, running a hand through my hair.

I grinned up at him as I brought him down to kiss me, remembering how much I had missed him and forgetting what a great kisser he was as he gripped me to him and kissed me slow,deep and with passion, his tongue swirling around mine as we french kissed.

That's all it took as Randy pushed me against the wall. Making out with me roughly, as he bit my lip. "I need you so fuckin' bad." He growled.

"Then take me." I moaned out.

"How rough?" Randy asked, pulling my head back.

My eyes lit up. "As much as you want Daddy."

"Good answer." Randy gave me a wide grin as he licked up my neck.

Randy then stepped back to take his shirt off, as he undid his pants. I stared at his perfect body in awe. He stopped me before I could take my clothes off though. "Ah not yet. I thought you were going to show Daddy how much you missed him?"

With a dark glint in his eyes, Randy grabbed me around the neck and tongued me then growled "I want you on your knees."

I did as he said, as he gripped fistfuls of my hair, his cock already semi hard as I stroked him. I looked up into his lust blown gaze as he opened my mouth, running a thumb across my bottom lip. "Beautiful." He murmured, then brought his dick to my open mouth as I closed around it and started sucking.

Randy dropped his head back, closing his eyes with a groan as I went deeper, my tongue playing with the length of him. "Oh fuck yes Rox." He growled out.

Randy held the back of my head then as he thrust deeper, the tip of him rubbing the back of my throat, grinning when I gagged a bit. Then faster as he came down my throat. "Mmm good girl." He praised me after I swallowed.

I could feel myself getting even more turned on at that. "Daddy what about-" I started to ask what about me, when Randy grabbed me up, cutting me off as he nibbled my ear, kissing and biting my neck.

"Oh don't worry baby girl we are far from done." Randy breathed in my ear, my eyes closed and my head dropped back to rest on his naked chest, while he slowly ran his hands down my body, then reached up to undo my tight wrestling top.

Once it was off he palmed his hands over my breasts, pinching my nipples as I let out a whine. Then dragged his hands to part my legs as he slowly rubbed me over my latex wrestling shorts.

I squirmed as he touched me and he bit my neck in warning. "Ah don't you dare rush me. Enjoy it." He murmured, his voice low.

Randy did not rush sex, as was his nature, he was slow, methodical, sensual. And he made you feel every little thing he did to you.

Like now as pushed his hand into my shorts, his other hand playing with my breasts. I ground against him, already feeling his growing erection. He lightly played with my clit as he swiftly made me cum, then pushed two fingers in my cunt. "Take them off." He growled, as I shakily peeled off my shorts.

Randy spread my legs further apart as he ground against me. We were both naked this time and I felt his cock becoming even harder as he pushed against my ass.

I started to touch him but he slapped my hand away. "Nuh uh Babygirl. Daddy's not done playing with you." He denied me, as he pulled his fingers from not letting me cum a second time.

Smacking my ass when I whined in protest. "Daddy please.."

Randy snaked an arm around me then turning me to face him as he quickly grabbed me by the neck, pushing me against the wall again. "Wait." Is all Randy says raising an eyebrow at me.

Randy lets up on my throat then as he drags his hands down to play with my nipples again, then kneels down, slowly kissing up my thighs, then biting my inner thigh with an animalistic growl. My Viper.

My eyes closed in ecstasy as his tongue snakes out and he licks up me, with a satisfied sound. "Babygirl you are so wet." Randy's tongue delves into my pussy then as he fingers me, slowly. Randy tongues me slowly over and over again, tasting every inch of me as I clench around him, Randy stops, edging me. "Not yet." I bite my lip to keep from cumming.

Randy then brings his tongue to my clit then lightly as he opens his mouth to essentially make love to my pussy with his tongue. When he feels me getting closer, he flicks his tongue against my clit, hard but sensual over and over again. Randy looks up at me then, I open them long enough to stare at him, as soon as I meet those dark blue eyes with unspoken permission I cum in waves, shaking with a hand to his head as he eats me out.

Randy lets up then, standing up to give me a languid kiss, tasting myself on him. As he rubs against my opening, I whimper still sensitive but still wanting him as he well knows.

Randy smirks as he tells me, "Does my baby girl still want me? Beg for it."

I look up at him in lust and need. "Please Daddy, I need you."

"Mmmm. Where? Here." Randy touches my dripping cunt with his cock, "You want me inside of you..." Randy asks knowing full well he'd do it anyway as he rubbed his cock against me but never entering.

"Very much, please." I begged.

"Good." Was all Randy said as he placed one hand on the wall another gripping my thigh to raise my leg up. As he slowly entered me, I cry out in pleasure as he easily slid into me. He grabbed me up as I wrapped my legs around his firm waist, pulling his dick all the way out then pushing into me hard. Taking his time as he fucked me slowly.

I moaned out, and my eyes rolled back as he kept fucking me until I came again. One hand around my throat again as he kissed me hard biting my lip. "Fuck Rox, I'm going to cum soon." He groaned out.

"Cum for me Daddy." I whined out. As I dragged my nails down his back.

Randy sped up then as he went as deep as he could, cumming inside me with a loud moan his eyes closed and head back in pleasure. "Fuck yes baby."

Randy pulls out slowly then, kissing me softly, as he lets me down. As soon as our orgasms subside, though I am still shaking. Randy notices as he picks me up in his strong arms. "Easy Roxy. I got you."

"That was so good." I answered him with a dreamy smile still not all the way there. "I love you Randy."

"So good." Randy agrees as he holds me close, "I love you too Rox. Now let's get you to bed." Randy says as he carries me, still naked, to the bed.

Okay so we might have made love a second time instead of sleep. Hey he was that good and we were making up for lost time. Long overdue.

#wwe #randy orton #Foxy Roxy #Orton x OC #Smut

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damiansgoodgirll · 3 months ago

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Do you support Candy(Cody Rhodes x Randy Orton)?

i didn’t even know it was a thing 💀, i’m usually not a fan of this ships so not at the moment

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe x you #wwe imagines #wwe one shot #wwe x oc #cody rhodes x reader #wwe cody rhodes #cody rhodes #randy orton

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eringobragh420 · 2 months ago

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🖤 Pairing: Randy Orton x f!Reader (mentioned past Miz x f!Reader) 🖤 Summary: Takes place in late 2010. Randy’s had feelings for Kelly Kelly’s cousin, a new interviewer for WWE, but she’s been dating The Miz. Following their breakup, and a monumental cash in on a random episode of Monday Night Raw, Randy doesn’t want to pretend anymore. 🛑 Warnings: None 🖤 Taglist: @eddiesrockstargirlfriend If you'd like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: Anonymous. Hope you enjoy! (I also had to take a few liberties with the idea to make it work, so I hope that’s okay.) 🖤 MASTERLIST

She stood waiting patiently as the hair and makeup artists put their final touches on her camera-ready face. She clutched the microphone with the iconic WWE logo, a company she’d never dreamed of working for, her palm still sweaty even after nearly a year working here. She was becoming more and more comfortable with each passing week, and less and less depressed about the break up with Mike. And she wondered, like everyone else, why she’d even been depressed in the first place, considering the asshole had cheated on her. She looked up toward the ceiling as the makeup artist applied some last minute touch ups to her eyeliner. She couldn’t thank her cousin, Kelly, enough for getting her foot in the proverbial door, but she would surely hold a grudge against her for the foreseeable future for also introducing her to the Miz.

She heard a familiar voice nearby and her heart began to gallop. Why couldn’t Randy Orton have been the one to sit next to her and her cousin in catering on her first day instead of Mike? Not that anything would have happened between them necessarily, but if he’d been sitting there, maybe Mike wouldn’t have stopped, introduced himself and laid those baby blue eyes on her. Oh well, none of it mattered now. The only thing weighing on her shoulders was conducting this interview as professionally as possible. When she was finally able to look straight ahead again, she spotted the WWE Champion headed toward her in all his six foot five inch, 250 pound magnificence. He wore his trunks, and his tanned, sculpted body had already been lubed up to accentuate those muscles. The title was slung over his shoulder proudly, just where she and everyone else expected it to be after the upcoming match with Wade Barrett.

Peeling her eyes away from Randy, she went over the questions she was supposed to ask him once the interview started. There wasn’t much room for improv or interpretation, not with Vince around, so their interaction had already been laid out in front of her in black and white. She anticipated no issues. And when she anticipated no issues, in her experience, that’s usually when the issues arose. She turned the page of her script, and a pair of black boots stepped into her line of sight. She could smell him—cleanliness mixed with whatever he’d doused his body in to make it glisten. Her gaze rose from his boots to his dense thighs, to his trunks and a bulge she instantly looked away from, only to land on his six pack. She then followed those muscles outward to the tattoos on his arms, his well-defined biceps. His chest was ample and solid, half covered by the sparkling title belt, and she wasn’t sure she’d make it out of this interview with dry panties.

This wasn’t the first time she’d conversed with Randy, on camera or otherwise, but there seemed to be an aura of unrealized tension between them. Was he simply in his head trying to prepare for the match? Was he somehow unhappy with her work? Would he rather have had someone else ask the questions? He’d always been cordial to her, joking, and sometimes she thought he might have been flirting with her, but then she realized she was her and he was Randy and no way would he ever be interested in her, especially with all the gorgeous Divas running around half-naked.

Oh well, she thought, whether he likes it or not, the show must go on. She handed her script and notes to a nearby producer as she was told the time they had left before the commercial was over and they were live again.

“So,” Randy spoke, voice deep and quiet, not interested in having the rest of the world hear their conversation. She looked at him, thinking for sure he wasn’t speaking to her, and so she looked behind her, finding nobody there. She turned back to Randy, he was smirking, and she felt her cheeks ignite. “I’m talkin’ to you,” he assured her. “How are you?”

“Oh,” she stammered, swallowing thickly. “I’m good, thanks. How are you?”

“I’m great,” he replied, nodding at the belt over his shoulder, “but I meant more like … how are you? I heard you and Miz broke up.”

She gaped up at him, eyes round and drying quick. It was true, everyone knew―not that she’d been the one to tell anybody, no, that had been Mike. The man was actually proud he’d cheated, blaming it on her and telling anyone who would listen how terrible of a lay she’d been, so naturally he’d had to seek out other women to satisfy his physical needs. Or some dumb shit. The last thing she wanted to do while in the company of Randy Orton was think about Mike or talk about Mike.

“Of course you did,” she sighed. “Honestly, I really don’t wanna talk about it—”

“Oh, I don’t either,” Randy cut her off. The producer warned them they had thirty seconds before they were to go live. “Just wanted to be sure you’re okay.”

Her head tilted, and after a moment she smiled. “I’m okay,” she replied softly. “You’re actually the first person to say that, aside from Kelly. So thank you. It means a lot.”

Randy massaged the back of his neck, and were his cheeks tinged in pink? “Yeah, well, uh,” he stammered, and she hid her grin behind the microphone. “Miz is an ass. You deserve better.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor momentarily as her body waged a Great War with her mind. Her body wanted to fling itself at Randy in the hopes that he’d catch her, dip her, and kiss her, like they did in the old movies. Her mind screamed that she was a moron and if she did throw herself at him, it would likely end badly, both with Randy and the WWE. It was a quick battle, her mind coming out victorious when she convinced her body that the man was probably just being polite, and there was no double meaning behind you deserve better, no matter how bad she wanted there to be.

“That’s really sweet,” she resigned to say. “I appreciate it. Maybe someday I’ll meet a guy as charming as you are.” Although Mike had been quite charming in the beginning, he was more of a creepy charming, in that he would say something cute, but finish it with something dirty.

“Actually—” Randy started, but he was cut off by the producer with another warning about time.

The interviewer and interviewee both checked themselves for anything out of place, and Randy readjusted the title on his shoulder before they were given the countdown from ten. When the camera went live, she forgot all about Mike and even the sweet thing Randy had said to her, as she focused on remembering the questions and her proper responses and reactions. But Randy was different. She wasn’t sure if anyone else noticed, but he seemed to hold her gaze for longer than he normally would when replying to her interrogation. He even reached out and touched her arm a few times during the segment, and she had to steel herself to keep from actually, physically, literally swooning.

It had been so long since a man had handled her so softly, and that’s why her reaction had been overdramatic, she reasoned. He was just a nice guy, trying to make her feel better. Nothing more, nothing less, she thought, just as she sent the broadcast back to Michael Cole, Jerry Lawler, and the newest commentator to the team: CM Punk.

“So, listen,” Randy started.

“Sorry, we have another quick segment to film,” the producer interrupted.

The interviewer turned to Randy. “Thanks again,” she said. “Have a good match. Kick Barrett’s ass.”

She was whisked away to another room backstage, and it was in this room, after taping the segment and toward the end of the show, where she would watch on the hanging television as the members of Wade’s faction, Nexus, attacked Randy as he was headed to the ring for their title match. She was all but biting her nails through the contest, which already saw the Viper at a disadvantage, and her heart stopped when John Cena interfered, consequently allowing Randy to RKO Barrett and retain the title. She jumped from the uncomfortable couch, clapping, and her heels clicked as she jumped up and down.

Sensing a presence and noticing something out of the corner of her eye, she glanced through the opened door to the hallway. Mike stood there in full gear, Money in the Bank Briefcase in hand, and his entire body was trembling. His once crystal clear eyes were now overcome with absolute abhorrence, and she tried to do some quick mathematics to see if she’d have enough time to close and lock the door before he could get inside. Hearing the commentators erupt on the television, she impulsively looked to see what was going on. Nexus was again battering Randy, and her body deflated as fear overwhelmed her. She remembered Mike. Looking back to the hallway, she found it empty.

“Mike!” she yelled, running into the hallway, but it was too late. She took her heels off so she could jog a little faster, taking a different route than Mike had to get to the ring. She stood in the background, powerless, as Mike cashed in, as Randy received a skull crushing finale, as Randy was pinned, and as Mike became the new WWE Champion.

Back in Gorilla, she waited, bouncing from one bare foot to the other, as Randy carefully made his way in her direction. Mike, however, came through the curtain first, brandishing the title and that stupid, shit-eating grin on his face.

“What do you think about that?” he taunted, shoving the belt in her face. “Huh? Who’s the man now? I got—”

A fist came out of nowhere, clocking Mike right in the temple, and he toppled to the floor, landing on the belt. She barely had time to look from the mess of Mike on the floor to who owned the face before Randy was wrapping his hand around the back of her head and pulling her lips to his. He was sweaty and bloody, skin the temperature of lava, and he was huge and imposing, but his kiss was soothing and adoring. Her arms snuck around his neck as she returned the gesture in kind, although her kiss might have been a little more desperate. She felt his lips curve into a smile just before he wrapped one arm around her waist, hoisting her into the air, and she threw her legs around him before she fell back to the floor. They separated to catch their breath, foreheads pressed together.

Replying to Mike’s earlier question, Randy rumbled, “I’m the man,” and kissed her again as she giggled.

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #randy orton x reader #randy orton #randy orton x oc #randy orton imagine #randy orton fanfiction #wwe fic #wwe fandom

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evalolxo · 1 year ago

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Fiction Turned Reality

Randy Orton x OC

Part 1

summary - two wrestlers are put into a storyline that quickly becomes real.

warnings - swearing, women against women (this will change i’m sorry) , a few time skips (not major ones)

word count - 1.4k

kat's pov

"welcome to evolution"

triple H had selected me, randy orton and batista as new members of his faction, evolution with ric flair.

he wanted to make us stars and i was prepared to do that.

i was typically loud mouthed and confident within my personality and i was beautiful.

"okay kat, you're usually confident but for your character and personality, we need you to be the quiet but deadly little girl who everyone underestimates" hunter explained to me and i furrowed my eyebrows at what he was saying.

"but-"

"it's what's best for business kat, and then we get to you, orton, you're a prick basically" hunter spoke then turned to randy orton who smirked and nodded, i couldn't lie orton was very attractive.

time skip

"and your winner is kat grey! evolution's very own!" michael cole shouted into commentary and i smiled widely as the offical held my hand up in victory.

suddenly the rest of evolution walked out and waited for me at the top of the ramp, i made my way up and randy smiled down at me and threw an arm around me.

i looked up at him still in shock and happiness out of winning and he removed his arm and held mine up victoriously.

he smiled down at me before nodding and sending praises down to my height from his mouth, we all then walked back stage and randy threw an arm around me again and ragged me about playfully.

"amazing fucking job kat" he laughed as i shouted at him to let go while laughing and eventually he let go.

i looked forward and noticed the curious stare of triple H looking between us before mumbling something to ric flair who then looked between us.

"what? did i do something wrong?" i asked hunter and he shook his head profusely and walked over before putting his arm around both me and randy.

"you were perfect tonight kat" hunter stated making me light up and nod pridefully, it's not everyday the game calls your proformance perfect, you gotta treasure it.

time skip

i felt my eyes grow heavy as i sat down on the large coach we all traveled on, i stared out the window but felt someone sit beside me.

i turned to see randy and i furrowed my eyebrows.

"there's so many open seats orton" i chuckled and he smirked at me but then furrowed my eyebrows when i attempted to blink but my eyelids were so heavy it took a bit of effort to reopen them.

"go to sleep, i'll wake you up when we're there" he told me before grabbing my head and softly placing it on his shoulder as he readjusted his posture to make it comfier for me.

"thanks randy" i mumbled quietly and hooked my arm around his for added comfort being feeling myself drift with a smile on my face and some unwanted feelings in my stomach bubbling around, i probably ate something dodgy.

randy's pov

i carefully moved my head to look down at the top of kat's head and i sighed contently and leaned my cheek onto the top of her head, i shut my eyes and let out a long breath before i let myself relax.

this whole time some weird feeling had been residing in my stomach but it's probably the food i ate yesterday.

time skip

kat's pov

i walked out the locker room with my gear on and noticed evolution was waiting for me as we were going to go make an entrance after the match that was currently on.

"don't you look lovely" ric told me and i waved my hand at him pretending to blush.

"oh stop it you" i joked as he took my hand and kissed it making me giggle and ric chuckled as well.

my eyes subconsciously found their way to randy and i noticed him scowling at ric before looking to the floor still scowling.

what i didn't notice is the smirk hunter had on his face.

i furrowed my eyebrows at randy's behavior but he just must be having a bad day of sorts, i'm not sure i don't know him too well.

ever since he let me sleep on his shoulder and we woke up all huddled up, we've gotten a lot closer per se and that we hang around each at work, it's good we're in a faction together.

"are you guys ready, you're on in 5" a producer told us and we nodded before walking to the gorilla, i shook my head to warm myself up when i heard chuckling then a scoff.

i turned around to see trish stratus looking at me and chuckling.

"you got a problem?" i asked her furrowing my eyebrows and all of evolution looked at me to see what i was doing but then they noticed trish.

"save it honey" trish chuckled before walking away making me scoff and left me confused on what we meant.

"what the fuck was that about?" batista spoke up and i shrugged while looking at him still wearing an angry expression.

our music hit and i shook my head before walking out, my character was quieter than the rest so while they all showed off their muscles while smiling, i would wave timidly to the crowd smiling brightly at them all.

we made it to the ring and before triple H could say anything trish's music hit making me turn to the ramp at supersonic speed.

i felt a hand on my arm and ignored whoever it was as trash began to walk out to her music while people cheered for her.

i grit my teeth and she waved at me and stepped into the ring with a microphone.

"hello evolution, i'm sure you're all wondering why i'm here, frankly it's none of your concern except yours" trish stated taking small pauses to make sure her words had an impact and finished her sentence by pointing at me.

"you think you can just parade around here with your new ring gear, your new faction and your new boy toy" trish smirked and i furrowed my eyebrows confused at what she was saying.

"don't look so confused, we all know you're fucking randy over here" trish spoke and the crowd cheered as my eyes widened and rage began to take over me at her audacity.

"kat, calm down, she's not worth it" randy said into the mic he was holding, he was still holding onto my arm and tried to pull me back but i pulled my arm away from him still staring down trish.

"you even need him to calm you down, i wonder how you'll manage in a match without him ringside, which is what i'm here to challenge you for" trish explained and the crowd cheered loudly, my eyes didn't leave trish's until i heard hunter speak into a mic.

"kat declin-"

"i accept your challenge" i spoke into the mic after grabbing it off triple H before he could finish his sentence, this was going against my character but it was necessary.

the crowd went absolutely wild as trish and i started each other down.

"i'm glad, i'm also glad you've finally grown a voice of your own and not let your men speak for you, i'm sure the reason you never speak is because you've constantly got all 4 of their dicks in your mouth!" trish shouted into the mic and i took a few steps forward toward her in anger and she smirked at my reaction.

"well trish, at least i don't get down on my knees, at least i don't strip to my underwear, at least i'm not being whored out by vince mcmahon, so before you go around calling me a slut, think about the fact you're sleeping with the boss!" i shouted into the mic and behind me triple H had his head in his hands while the rest of the guys were smiling at me as i spoke.

trish started to lose it and grabbed me by the hair punching me in the face and i grabbed her hair back before kicking her making her fall as i got on top of her and started punching her.

i was quickly pulled up by a pair of arms and taking to the other side of the ring, i kicked and punched trying to get past the person but he put his hands on both my cheeks and i looked up to see randy trying to calm me down.

"it's okay, calm down!" randy told me looking straight into my eyes and i visibly relaxed under his touch before nodding as he carefully let go.

i looked past his huge frame and seen trish smirking while walking back up the ramp and she waved at me making me grit my teeth at her.

it is so on.

#randy orton #randy orton imagine #randy orton x y/n #the legend killer #the viper #randy orton x oc

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dirtywrestling · 7 months ago

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No Strings Attached - Randy Orton (18+)

Commission: @thesimonkshow

Pairing: Randy Orton x Simon

Summary: Things get a little heated between Simon and Randy after the little visit from Rachel, Randy’s wife.

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Cursing, Smut, Cheating/Affairs, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,765

Parts: One / Two

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Nothing was more awkward than laying wide awake that night on the couch staring at the ceiling and listening to Randy’s wife, Rachel trying to start something.

“Come on, I’m sure he’s asleep.” She whispered, more like talking softly since the room was quiet as it was.

“Rachel, no. Just go to bed.” Randy argued. I heard him rolling over as she huffed.

“What’s going on? You use to fuck me and hard.” The tone in her voice slightly got higher, annoyingly higher.

“Shh, okay, okay, fine.” Randy snapped. I froze in my spot on the couch that was mere feet away from the bed, hearing suffling. There was no way Randy was going to fuck his wife in front of me. So I thought, it wasn’t until that first moan Rachel released that made me cringe.

That night hasn’t left my head, her cringy moans still echoed in my head as Randy pounded her into the mattress. She eventually left that morning and I did too. I haven’t spoken to Randy since that night. It crushed me, my heart ached and I didn’t know what to do. I knew eventually something was going to happen but him having sex with his wife right in front of me and an hour after having sex with me, I felt used.

While I worked backstage and saw Randy, I’d immediately worked at a different station so I could avoid him. “Hey Simon.” Looking up in the direction my name was being called, it was Mark. “Hey man, could you restalk the buffet for the wrestlers?”

“Isn’t that the intern’s job?” I questioned, eyebrows furrowed. I wasn’t in the mood to do something an intern was supposed to be doing.

“He called in today, it’s a quick job please before the wrestlers get hangry.”

Huffing, I left my job position. I was working on making sure each lens for the cameras were cleaned and not cracked, so I made my way towards the table full of food. Ripping open a plastic holder full of water bottles I started to stalk the cooler with them and diet sodas along with other warm beverages that needed to be cold. “They got you on bitch boy duty, huh?”

I groaned as I knew that voice. “Leave me alone, I’m working.” I opened up a box of sodas, shoving the warm cans into the cool ice chest.

“Simon, please. I’ve said I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Randy exclaimed a little too loudly, making everyone look over at us. Looking back at the people who were staring I gave them a weak smile only to grab Randy by the wrist and drag him away from the catering table.

“What Randy? What could you possibly fucking want?” I shoved him against the nearest wall a little too roughly as Randy’s back hit up against it, surprised by my actions.

“Simon, please. I didn’t mean for that night to end up like that. I didn’t even know she was coming to visit.” Randy defended himself.

“You fucked her in front of me!” I said through my gritted teeth.

“She was suspecting something, Simon.” Randy explained. “I had to, she wouldn’t stop or worse she would have found out about us.”

“You hurt me.” I frowned, slouching my shoulders. “You hurt me Randy and you lied to her about me being a wrestler.”

“And look where you’re at, you’re working part time as a crew member and you’re training to be a wrestler!” Randy exclaimed with a proud smile.

“Because you lied! You even lied to Vince about me wanting to be a wrestler and now look where I’m at!” I extended my arms, forcing him to look at my tired eyes with dark circles under them. “I’m tired! This isn’t the life for me, Randy.”

“Shh, shh.” Randy hushed me, looking around as workers walked back and forth like busy beez getting the show ready for tonight. “Listen, we debut tonight. I need you on your A game, okay?” Randy cupped his large hand against my cheek. “I’m so proud of you.” He whispered. “Months and months of training and soon you’ll be a full time wrestler. No more dealing with the wires or being forced to stalk the catering table. It’ll just be me and you, okay?” His voice was softer now and that’s all I wanted to focus on, his sweet voice that was full of promises.

The pad of Randy’s thumb traced over my pouty lips. “I want you to forget backstage for now, I want you to focus on getting ready for tonight.”

Looking away from Randy’s baby blue eyes I sighed. “Okay.” I mumbled.

“Great.” Randy perked up, scanning the area real quick before planting a kiss on my lips.

“I’m still mad at you.” I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, making Randy frown.

As the night went on my anxiety spiked. The closer we got to call time for our match the more my palms became sweaty. I looked at myself in the large body mirror one last time at the gorilla. Randy was in new attire, white, red and gold trunks while I was in the same color but in stretchy pants so I had more ability to move in the ring. I wasn’t built like Randy, so I couldn’t pull off the trunks but I was close.

“I don’t think I can do this.” I was about to walk away, my heart hammering in my chest as my throat was tightening up, it was getting harder to breath and it felt like I was about to puke.

Randy grabbed my bicep as I walked past him to run away. “Hey, hey, hey.” Randy gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You’re fine, you’re alright. Just breathe.” He said calmly, a little too calm.

“How are you so calm?” I frowned, tears nearly escaping from my eyes. I didn’t want to keep this lie up anymore just to be hidden in the shadows from his wife and us in the closet.

“I’ve been doing this for years, Simon. I still get nervous.” He grabbed my wrist, placing my hand against his bare chest. I felt his heart thumping fast just like mine was.

“You’re nervous?” I whispered, surprised. The Viper, The Legend Killer, thee Randy Orton still gets nervous?

“Of course I still get nervous..” He tossed his head back in laughter. “It’s another show in a different city.” Randy played with my fingers. “All these months you’ve been training, you’ve been growing.” Randy’s eyes wandered over me. “You look amazing by the way.” His voice was low so no one around us could hear.

Biting my lip to hide my smile, I looked down at the ground. We even had matching colored shoes on. He wore boots where I wore more athletic running shoes.

“Simon, Randy. You’re about to go on.” One of the producers said, clipboard in hand with a black headset over his ears.

Thanking the producer, I exhaled a breath. “Breathe, just breathe. You’re going to do great.” Randy smiled. He let go of my hand as his music blared through the speakers, making me flinch at the loudness. “Come on, you’ll love it.”

Randy was right, I did love it. I thought being behind the camera was my place, but having the camera, lights and crowd focused on me made my anxiety disappear and adrenaline appear in my veins. My heart hammered as Xavier Woods and I were doing a spot in the ring while Randy and Kofi were throwing shots at each other on the outside of the ring, keeping each other busy.

Hitting the ropes, I bounced off and ran towards Xavier, jumping in the air slightly. I connected a cross body to him. Xavier fell with me on top of him, still having a hold of his body. I stood up, pulling him close into a German suplex but not letting him go. Arching my back and digging my toes deep into the mat I pinned him with a bridge. The ref slid next to us and slammed his hand onto the white surface of the mat three times. I was expecting Xavier to kick out and to do a comeback where it made Randy and I lose.

Shooting up from the pin, Xavier’s tired body laid limp on the mat where I looked around in pure shock. “We won?” I asked the ref as he grabbed onto my wrist, making me stand up on my two feet and raised my hand in victory. Randy ran towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and rushed towards me.

“You won! You pinned him!” Randy smiled, giving me a hug. He wrapped his sweaty large arms around my slender body. I couldn’t help but to lean into his chest, smelling his scent. “Come on, we gotta go so they can start up the next match.” Randy said, helping me out of the ring. “You know what this means right?” Randy asked as we shook and high fived fans while making our way up the ramp.

“No, what?” I was confused as I collided with a younger fan’s hand.

Stopping at the top of the ramp Randy looked at the large Summerslam sign that was lit up. “This means we’re the number one contenders for the tag team championships.” Randy smiled as he raised his arm up and pointed at the sign.

It was that night Randy and I really had our first fight, face to face. My mouth was stuffed full with his cock as it choked me while I sucked him off. We were finally getting back into the groove after what happened with him and his wife months ago. “Fuck, I missed your mouth on me.” Randy hummed, resting his head back on the couch as he ran his fingers through my hair. “Feel so good.” He murmured. I looked up at him the best I could while suckling him. He felt twice as thicker and tastier than the last time.

It felt like a fever dream, I was back where I belonged. In between Randy’s legs, his throbbing cock down my throat with him telling me how much of a good boy I’ve been. My eyes snapped open as I heard his phone ringing. Randy let out an annoying sigh, picking up the newest model iPhone he had. “I have to take this.” He said after looking at the caller ID. With that he pushed me off, letting his hard cock slide out of my mouth. “Hey baby.” He answered.

“Hey baby?” I said back in a softer tone with confusion laced in. I sat back on my knees as I watched Randy talk to the woman he’s been cheating on with a smile on his lips.

“Yeah, you watch the match? Oh you like me in those colors?” He purred, his hand wrapping around his cock that I made hard. I furrowed my eyebrows as he blew me off to talk to her and Randy soon noticed. “Uh, listen baby. I’m in the middle of something. I’ll let you go. I love you.” He then hung up.

“I love you?” I repeated what he said. “You have never said ‘I love you’ to that woman since we’ve started this.” My blood started to boil.

“Simon, look she’s still my wife.”

“That you cheat on.” I spat back.

“I still have to show I have feelings for her.” Randy furrowed his eyebrows.

“I have feelings for you, Randy!” I yelled. “Me! I love you, I’m the one spending time with you, not her! I’m the one letting you fuck me whenever you need it! I don’t see her pleasing you!” Tears started to swell up in the corner of my eyes.

“You love me?” Randy arched his eyebrow. “Simon,” Randy scoffed. “I’m a married man, this was more so experimenting.” He confessed. “You really thought I had feelings for you?” He cracked a smile as I stayed silent only to follow up with a laugh.

Standing up, I hovered over Randy as he was still seated on the sofa, cackling. Balling up my fist, I pulled it back and threw it towards him, connecting to his cheek bone. The tattooed male hissed in pain. “Ouch, Simon! What the fuck!” Randy held his cheek as it already started to swell from the harsh force.

“Fuck you, Randy!” Tears finally spilled down my cheeks. Gathering my things, I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder.

Summerslam was finally upon us. The biggest night for the wrestling company during the summer. “Are you going to talk to me?” A male’s voice asked behind me as I wrapped tape around my wrist.

“I have nothing to say to you.” I kept focusing on the white tape, wrapping it around and around again until there wasn’t any left on the roll.

“Look, Simon.” Randy began but the music for us hit.

“See you out there.” I stepped behind the curtain. As I appeared at the top of the ramp I looked over the sea of people that cheered loudly as I started to walk towards the ring. My heart hammered in my chest as I tried to steady my legs that felt like jelly. Getting inside the ring, I nodded towards the ref and made my way to our side of the corner. Hearing Randy’s theme I looked up towards the entrance. Seeing him walk out confidently taking long strides made me break out in goosebumps. Why did this man have to be so good looking? I shook my head, remembering that I was still mad at him.

The first ten minutes of the match was already feeling like Hell for me. My body ached, my head was split open to where blood was dripping down my face. Whenever we took a small break, all of us laying on the ground after a large spot, Randy would try to see if I was okay. “I’m fine!” I hissed, which made me quickly get up to start the next spot with Aj.

As I breathed heavily, my stomach hurt with each inhale I took. Being in the middle of the ring, I crawled towards Randy who had his hand stretched out trying to tag himself in. “Come on baby, come on!” Randy chanted.

Omos quickly ran from his corner all the way towards Randy, kicking him in the face. “Randy!” I yelled as he fell from the ring side and a loud thud as he collided with the floor.

Slowly standing up I looked over at the ref who was checking on Randy. Seeing Omos laughing at me I kicked him in between his legs, knowing he would be too big for me to go one on one with. Omos cried out in pain as he cupped himself through his pants. Hearing Aj behind me, I snapped my head in his direction and gave him an RKO. The ref looked inside the ring to see what all the commotion was and quickly left Randy to slide in as he counted. As the bell rang, I immediately rolled out of the ring, not caring about raising my hand in victory or the titles. Rushing to Randy who was still laying on the outside of the ring.

“Randy, Randy. Are you okay?” I looked over his face to see if there was any boot print but there was nothing.

Randy smirked looking up at my worried face. “You care about me.” He teased me. “Did you finish him with a RKO?” He laughed lightly.

Scoffing, I helped him up to his feet. “You scared me.”

“Me scare you? Look at you. Your face is covered in blood.” He frowned.

Blinking, I brought my hand to my face, wiping away the red liquid that now coats my hand. “It appears so.”

“Come on, let’s get you backstage.” Randy held me close just in case I lost consciousness from the blood loss. “Oh wait. One more thing.” He looked back at the ring and grabbed our red and silver tag team titles. “Now we can go backstage.” As Randy helped me walk up the ramp I waved to my friends and family members that were sitting in the front row.

“Way to go Simon!” I heard them cheer. A small smile formed on my lips with a blush of embarrassment as we kept moving.

“Friends seem nice.” Randy pointed out.

I squinted as the trainer flashed a light in my eye. “You have a concussion.” He said as he took off his gloves. “Just make sure you don’t sleep for a few hours, get something to eat. Occupy yourself so you won’t fall asleep. Keep those stitches clean too.” He said tossing his gloves into the trash that was piled up with bloody gauzes from when they cleaned up my busted head.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, now feeling the aftermath of the stitches. My head was starting to pound and the bright lights weren’t helping my eyes. Standing up Randy was already by my side, matter of fact he didn’t leave the room when I received my stitches.

“I was thinking we can go out and eat to celebrate?” He suggested as we both walked out of the trainer’s room and down the hall to our locker room.

“No.” I said, pushing past the door into our locker room, I went straight to my bag and started to unlace my boots.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Randy frowned. “Simon, come on. I said I was sorry, we’re a tag team now with the gold.”

“I mean no, as in no.” I straightened up and furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. “I have friends and family here supporting me tonight, I’m celebrating with them.”

“Simon, please.” Randy’s voice sounded sincere. “That night, the way I acted towards you was uncalled for.”

“Yeah, you think?” I huffed as I kicked off one boot and started with the other. “You hurt my feelings, Randy. I love you- I loved you.” I corrected myself.

“And I love you!” Randy shouted, making it echo off the white locker room walls and into my ears. There was a pause, swallowing. I finally turned around, looking at him.

“You love me?” I repeated, not too sure if I heard him correctly.

“Jesus, Simon of course I love you.” Randy said a bit softer this time. “Rachel, that woman, I don’t like who I’ve become when I’m with her.” Randy confessed. “My time with you, nearly two years of us and just us. This has been the most fun I’ve had and people like me now because you’ve made me into a better person.”

“Would explain your mood swings.” I mumbled, recalling a few times Randy had picked up his rudeness again.

“She’s not the one I want to be with.” Randy stepped forward, grabbing my hand into his larger ones. “I want to be with you, Simon. It’s always been you.” His blue eyes were becoming red and puffy with the lack of sleep and tears now forming in his eyes.

“You swear?” I whispered, this couldn’t be real. Was this some sort of trick?

“I swear to you. I can barely sleep when you’re not by my side.” The tip of his finger traced over my palm.

“Oh Randy.” I sighed out, throwing myself against him, I wrapped my arms around his neck where he wrapped around my waist, holding me tight. “I love you so much, Randy.” I mumbled against the crook of his neck, nuzzling deeper.

“I love you too.” Randy sighed happily, his fingers lazily trailing along my hips. “How about we celebrate the proper way?” He purred, his fingers dipping into the hem of my pants.

“You mean it?” My eyes shined as I looked up at him, it’s been awhile since he’s fully focused on me and only me.

“Yeah, I mean it.” He hummed, pushing my pants down. I kicked off my last boot to the side and helped him get the sticky pants off me. “Look at you, you’re already hard.” Randy chuckled as he grabbed onto my cock and gave it a squeeze. A half breath left my throat as I swallowed my moans. “Nuh- huh. I want to hear you, I crave to hear you.” Randy slowly started to stroke my cock.

“Please, Randy faster.” I begged as I buckled my hips against his touch.

“Such a sweet boy, always begging.” Randy applied a tighter grip as he started to pump my cock faster. As my legs wobbled, I leaned forward, resting my forehead against Randy’s shoulder. “Easy.” He laughed at how I became limp from his touch. Randy pulled his hand away from my cock making me whimper. “Shh, sit down.” Randy ordered.

Sitting my bare ass on the cool wooden bench, Randy knelt down in front of me, eyeing my throbbing erection and heavy balls. “Randy, please.” I squirmed in my seat as I waited for him to touch me.

“Such a needy thing.” Randy chuckled, as he grabbed my ankles and placed them over his shoulders, exposing me. “Hold on to something.” Randy planted his hands on my waist as he dipped his head in between my legs, he licked softly against my hole. A shuttering moan escaped my lips from the feeling of his wet tongue teasing me.

“Oh, Randy.” I arched my back, pushing my waist against his face as one of his hands left my waist and spread my cheeks to get a better taste. His tongue lapped small circles around my muscle. Grabbing the back of his head, I pushed him further in between my cheeks. “Randy, please. Fuck me with your tongue.”

A low growl rumbled through Randy’s chest as he dipped the tip of his tongue inside of me, swirling it around inch by inch he forced his tongue a little further. Slurping sounds from the way Randy flicked his tongue made me even harder than before. Feeling Randy’s hot mouth pull away from me, I cursed under my breath only to suck in another, feeling the warm tip of his finger pressing against my hole. “Yes, yes please.” Pushing my hips towards Randy, I tried to get his finger inside of me and skip the teasing but he paused when his phone started to ring.

We both looked where his phone was, resting on top of his duffle bag, the photo of Rachel flashed on his screen, making me frown. Randy looked back at me only to look back at his phone and reach for it. Sitting up, I was about to get up and start packing only to my surprise Randy clicked the decline button, making the ringtone stop and forcing her to voicemail. “I’m all yours tonight, baby.” Randy smiled. “I want my cock buried in your sweet ass.”

Randy pushed my upper half down onto the bench, forcing me to lay down again. Pushing his trunks down, he stepped out of them and threw one leg over the bench to where the bench was now in between his legs. Randy scooted me closer to him where his large cock rested against my hole. “Fuck, you look so hot.” Randy grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. “My champion.” He purred.

“Wait Randy.” My eyes looked over at the unlock door. My family and friends were somewhere backstage looking for me. “My friends they’re expecting me- oh fuck Randy!” I cried out as Randy pushed his large mushroom tip into my tight ring.

“Yeah, you want your friends to walk in and find you so stuffed with my cock?” He chuckled, pushing his cock deeper into me. “You better stay quiet or else.” Randy demanded as he pulled his hips back only to slam back into me. My jaw dropped at the intimate feeling we shared. It’s been so long since Randy has been inside of me that it nearly makes me want to come. “Show your friends how much of a cock slut you really are.”

My bottom lip was pinned in between my teeth, biting down harshly so my screams wouldn’t escape. Randy’s thrusts became short and hard with each movement. “Fuck I miss you, I missed this tight ass.” Randy’s fingers dug into the flesh of my ass as his cock pounded faster into me. My body jolted forward slightly with each thrust, the wood nipping at my back from the fast friction being created. My stiff cock jumped with each movement Randy did.

Wrapping my hand around my cock, I started to stroke it. “Good boy, such a good boy. Play with your cock, you deserve it baby.” Randy praised as he grabbed my legs, tossing them over his shoulders, he tilted his head, kissing my calf.

“I’m so close.” I moaned, arching my back as I pumped my cock faster, squeezing it tighter. My stomach clenched as my balls ached, growing closer to my orgasm.

“Come for me baby, don’t hold back. Come for daddy.” Randy’s hips snapped forward in quick movements, not missing a beat. “Come for me baby boy.” Randy encouraged me as his cock swelled inside of me. “I’m right behind you.” His voice gravely with every word.

Fluttering my eyes shut, I squeezed the tip of my cock and jerked downward, coming back up I squeezed the tip once more and fucked my hips into the tight grip. Stars exploded behind my eyes as I climaxed all over my chest and hand. “Oh god, fuck.” I cried out loudly.

Randy’s thrusts never stopped as he watched himself disappear and reappear with each movement. “So hot.” He mumbled to himself. The sight of Randy fucking into me must have done it for him because with a harsh snap of his hips, he was deeply inside of me, emptying his spunk. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned. “I can feel your walls spazzing around my cock.” His legs shook as he rode out his high. “Fuck, oh my god.” He gasped for air as he slowly slipped out of me. His creamy ooz pouring out of my fucked hole.

“I need a fucking shower.” I panted as my body went limp on the hard uncomfortable surface of the small bench.

“Well, let me clean you up.” Randy hummed, kneeling down once again he wrapped his lips around my sticky come covered cock, cleaning me.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I breathed out, trying to push Randy off of my over sensitive cock. “Randy, fuck my cock.” I whined as he swirled his tongue over my twitching tip. He nearly started to make me hard again if it wasn’t for the loud slam of the door opening making myself and Randy jump.

“R- Randy?” A female voice spoke.

I swallowed hard to see Randy’s wife standing in the doorway, wearing his shirt in support of him during this big night.

“Fuck.” Randy whispered as he quickly grabbed the nearest thing to cover him which was his ring gear. “Rachel, wait listen to me.” He got in front of me to shield my naked body.

“God! I can’t even look at you!” Tears appeared in her eyes as she left the doorway and down the hall.

“Randy?” I whispered to see him frozen in his spot. “Lets get cleaned up, come on Randy.” I said, going towards the door I shut it and locked it so no one else could come stumbling in. “Come on baby, let’s shower.”

All these times Randy took care of me, now it was my job to take care of him.

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sleepyspudbrainrot · 29 days ago

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Daddy’s Home

Paring: Randy Orton x Mavis Pete™️

Warning: Unprotected sex, squirting, oral sex, vulgar language, use of the phrases “Daddy,” and “Cunt.” Hand jobs, and public bus sex. Not edited, just hopped on my laptop and hit go.

a/n: I started this at 12am, there’s a part of this fic that is actually supposed to be cannon for an ongoing story, Million Dollar Baby(snippet). Though I haven’t quite gotten there yet, this scene kept nagging me so here I am being a “Spotlight Junkie.” Then somehow it magically turned into smut, and this is only the second time I wrote smut for this fandom ever. lol I personally don’t see much wrestling smut, so I have zero idea if y’all will care or like that part. Anywho, I hope y’all enjoy, and of course reblog, and follow me. Take a look at my pinned post for more.

Randy had been out of recovery for what felt like forever, I lost count after the second month in; at first we talked over the phone almost everyday while he was home. As time went on, I got more busy with my new story like with Rhea, and that’s what slowed our communication. At a certain point I just got used to not having Randy on the road with us, so when he popped back up during Monday Night Raw I was genuinely flabbergasted.

I was standing in the middle of the ring with Rhea, “you call yourself Thee Hottest WWE superstar walking—

“And is.” I said cutting her off, that got a reaction from the crowd, Rhea grimaced. The grin of my face grew as the crowd began to chant ‘LETS GO HOTTIE,’ Dominick stood by Rhea’s side insuring her that she’s the best.

“Last I recall, every time you and I are in the ring, I eat you up every single time. Just admit it, you can’t handle the heat, Mami.” She parted her lips to speak, but I didn’t give her the chance. I shoved her roughly causing her to stumble, then flexed my arms, and poked her tongue out at her. She stared at me in disbelief, Dom tried to hold her back as she took a step forward.

“Don’t start acting beside yourself now sweetheart, Randy’s not here!” She shouted, her eyelids wide open, and her lips pulled back into a grin, though she looked more like a beast showing me her teeth. Just then a song I didn’t expect to hear for another few months blasted through the arena. ‘I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD, THEY COUNCIL ME THEY UNDERSTAND, THEY TALK TO ME.’

There he was, in all his glory, slowly making his way down the ramp. My heart pounded in my chest, my hands shaky, this was the jumpscare of my life, and I’ve had some close calls. Rhea protectively pushed Dom behind her, and I couldn't help but let out a snort. The music stops, and the roar of the fans pour into my ears. Every single person in their arena was on their feet, he climbed between the ropes, and I bit my lip trying to contain myself till he was done with his bit. He climbed to the middle turnbuckle, we all watched in amazement as he raised up, and received the crowd. They went into a frenzy, my ears were ringing, and caused everything to sound high pitched.

When he finally turned to address us, I couldn’t hold myself back, I jumped into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist, I know it’s been a while since I held him, but he definitely felt bigger. “Whoa.” I pulled back, a large grin spread across his lips, his eyes already looking down at me. He wrapped an arm around my waist keeping me close, this is really the first time we’ve been seen together on tv in mounts, but he’s never touched me like that. Usually it’s a high-five or a fist bump, maybe a Pat on the head when he’s in a silly mood. There had been a lot of roomers we were together online, but Hunter advised that we reveal it when we felt comfortable. I guess Randy was choosing now.

“I’m sorry what was that you were saying Rhea?” Randy asked, he held his hand up to his ear as if that would help amplify the volume.

“No one is worried about you Randy, you’re light work for The Judgement Day.” She quipped, the crowd had a mixed reaction of booing and chanting, ‘MAMI,’ but the majority stood behind her.

“Light work? Surly not at two hundred and seventy five pounds.” He teased, some people from the crowd Woolf whistled, and cat called him, then he continued. “Ya know, I’ve been hearing a lot about you, I gotta say I’m not that impressed.” Randy shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, Rhea was fuming at his words, because how dare he insult her. Rhea Ripley, The Eradicator. Mami this, Mami that, well guess what? Daddy's back.” He grinned, his hand squeezed my side, my mind flashing back to a while ago when I let it slip one night that I called him that in my head.

“…You call me what?” He paused his movements, we were cuddled in bed one night, his lips pressing kisses from my cheek down my neck, and his hands squeezing my thighs.

“Don't make me repeat it.” I begged, my face heating up feeling bashful, I didn't think he had heard me, but I should have known better. He flipped us over so that I was underneath him, both my arms above my head, his hand held my wrist together, and my legs spread to make room for him.

“Say it, or I’ll just have to drag it out of you.” He warned, his lips caressing my ear, my breath hitched in my throat. I swallowed, the fluttering in the pit of my stomach, and down between my thighs causing my hips to buck.

“Daddy.” I whispered, in a small way I regretted it because I knew he’d never let it go.

The crowd began to chant, ‘WHOS YOUR DADDY!’ To which Randy thoroughly enjoyed, he peered down at me, but my eyes were on Rhea’s women's championship belt. The hunger I felt to be on top once again was insatiable, I wanted the spotlight, and then some. “Tell your boy Damian, that I’ve got my eyes on him, I think I owe him a few receipts.” Randy took me by the hand, and began to walk us out the ring.

“Look at you, backing out again like you always do when Randy is around.” Rhea teased, that struck a nerve, she knew how much the implications of me using randy as a shield got under my skin. I whipped back around, snatching the mic from his hands, my breathing heavy, and my lips turned downward into a deep frown.

“The one thing you need to be worrying about is from where youre gonna take this RKO. Anytime, anyplace, out of nowhere.” I growled, Rhea pushed Dom aside, he pleaded with her to not get egged into a fight with me right now, but I was hoping she wouldn't listen. She took a few steps forward so I met her half way, we almost met eye to eye, and she was so close our noses touched.

I could see Randy in my peripheral; he gently put an arm on my shoulder. At first I took a step back, but then she kissed at me. “Good girl.” She teased, then I shoved her roughly into the ropes, she bounced off them. I caught her by the head, and drove her head first into the mat. I sat up to see the wide eyed, opened mouth, look of shock on Randy’s face. I couldn't help but giggle, he had been teaching it to me a while ago, before his injury of course, but it wasn't till now that I was able to whip it out. I moved onto a sitting position on my knees, Randy’s hand placed on my head like a pet, the crowd loved it. Dom pulled Rhea out the ring, and as they descended I kissed back at Rhea mocking her. Slowly I rose back up to my feet, a rush of excitement hit me, I jumped up into Randy’s arms, and wrapped my legs around his waist. I kissed him on the cheek, before dropping back down to my feet. When we finally got to the back, we exchanged small talk with a few of the officials, and such. Randy and Hunter got into a bit of a conversation, so I excused myself to go change.

I had no idea where Randy could be, and I didnt wanna spend countless hours looking for me. I pulled my phone out calling him on the phone, as I made my way out the arena, after a few rings, he picked up. “Where are you?” He asked, there were some voices in his background, so maybe he was still in the building.

“Making my way out, I’m thinking about getting dinner.” I threw a smile to a few people that passed me by, I rounded a corner into an empty halfway so I could have some sort of privacy. I sat my bags down for a moment, then leaned my back against the brick wall.

“If you carpooled, we can just go out, I’d actually prefer that.” He chuckled lightly, it sounded as if he had just exited the arena by the way his atmosphere became quieter. My heart fluttered, it’s been a while since it was just me, and him. I was already texting Bianca letting her know that I would be hitching rides with Randy again.

“Of course, I still got the key.” I jiggle the second set of keys to his bus that he gave me when we first started dating. I got a flat tire once when I was on my way to the next town, lucky me it happens late at night, some guy had to help me, and Randy flipped. That was the last time I traveled solo.

“Well I’m already on the bus, so I’ll let you in.” He chuckled, I could hear the smile spreading across his lips, I picked up my bags, and headed towards the back doors. It’s been forever since I last saw him, and all I wanted was to eat, and cuddle afterwards.

“Kay, see ya in a bit.” I said, the smile on my face spreading wider, I hung up the phone, and pushed through the arena doors that lead to the back parking area which was reserved for talent. The sun was beginning to set causing the sky to have a pinkish hue, I rounded the corner to a sectioned off area for the bus’, and there Randy was. He was leaning against the door, his lips grew into a large grin as I came into sight, the sun glasses on his face hid his eyes, but I didn't care. Running up to him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and our lips crashed together.

His hands immediately grabbed onto my hips, and pulled me in closer. I didn't hold back the moan that came from me, when we reluctantly separated, I quickly looked around to see if anyone would have caught us. I know everyone knows we’re together but I do try to be a little modest. “No ones been out here for a good while, don't worry, the only person that knows you’re a little slutty is me princess.” Randy joked, I slapped him across the chest, his laughter died down enough for me to speak.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were returning tonight?” I slapped his chest again, but he grabbed me by my wrist, then brought them behind my back.

“And ruin the surprise? No, no.” He whispered, he took his sunglasses off to reveal his icy blue eyes, and for a second a second they softened as he took in my facial features up close. As if he was committing it to memory. He lowered his head to the crook of my neck, inhaled my scent, and placed a kiss there. “You smell good.” He moaned into my skin, he placed more kisses, but the sound of the arena doors opening made me jump. Randy chucked, but reluctantly pried himself off of me.

“Can we just go inside please.” I begged taking a step back before he got any more ideas, he held his hand out, and took my bags. He opened the door for me, letting me first, the following behind. He put my bag away, but wasted no time grabbing me up. His hands trailed down my back to my butt, his large hands gripped me tightly as if I’d get away. While his tongue explored, and caressed the inside of my mouth, I worked on his jeans; our breathing was heavy, we sounded like two starved animals. For a moment he stepped back to pull his shirt off, and though I am used to seeing him shirtless, this new build of his was massive.

He grinned when he caught me gawking, “Bigger in person huh?” I couldn't help but giggle, I rolled my eyes, but pressed my lips to his broad chest. He now stood with only his jeans hanging off his hips, his adonis belt more defined than I remembered. My hands follow behind where my lips were. I just wanted to worship his body like this all the time, he was so gorgeous, he didn't need any help, but the added weight does something to me. The pulsing between my thighs, and the slickness caused me to moan out. “Fuck you’re too fucking much sometimes you know that?” Randy mumbled, he pulled off my white t-shirt over my head, then tossed it.

I kicked my furry slides off, then shimmed out of my leggings, “I missed you.” I whispered in between kisses, I sucked on his lip, then bit it gently. Rand growled in response, his hand smacking my ass roughly.

“Show me, how much did you miss daddy?” He grabbed me by the chin and tiled my head up towards him, he leaned down to give me one last kiss before letting me go. I pushed him back so that he was leaning against the counter, I kneeled down on one knee, then tugged at his jeans pulling them all the way down. He stepped out of them then kicked them to the side, my hand ghost over his already erect penis over his briefs, then I looked up at him. My hand squeezed him firmly, he let out a heavy sigh, my fingers hooked around the hem of his briefs, and slowly pulled them down. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, gripping him firmly, “Spit on it baby.” Randy instructed from above me, his voice already strained despite me barely doing anything to him yet.

I do as told of course, a long drop of spit lands right on his tip, I wrap my lips around him and sucked him off. “Like that?” I moaned out, I could feel my clit throb with need, but I wanted to focus on him first. I knew my orgasm would come easy for me, but Randy took a little bit of work. My other hand cupped his balls in my hand, while the other simultaneously caressed him.

His groan of pleasure morphed into a deep growl, “You fucking know how I like it, just like that baby girl. Ugh, fuck yes. I missed those pretty pouty lips.” I took him in as far, and as deep into my mouth as I could, then pulled back to his tip sucking on it. My tongue swirled around his tip then down his shaft, and back up. He held me by the chin with one hand, and with the other he held onto the back of my head holding me in place.

“Just the tip baby —ah, fuck yes just like that. No hands, just your mouth.” Randy directed me, he adjusted his hips, and carefully thrusted his hips. My eyes stayed on his face, his head fell back, and his mouth opened. Just when I could feel his dick start to twitch a little, he pulled away, and held himself in his own hand. We both took a second to catch our breaths, before he pulled me up to him, and began unhooking my bra, and tossing it to the side. My heart pounded in excitement, his hands came around my waist, now Randy dropped to his knees before.

His mouth latched on to my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth as if he was trying to taste my soul through my areolas, the intense suction caused a slight sting. “Ow, fuck.” The sensation bottled right to my pussy, causing it to throb once again with desire, I contemplated beating his ass for subjecting me to toys while he was away. As good as it was, nothing beat the real thing. He let my nipple go with a pop, then began working on the other one with the same amount of suckage. His hand slipped into my panties, and slid over my clit, I nearly jumped out of my skin from the sensation. “Oh —ah.” I cried out, my knees trimble causing me to reach out, and hold on to Randy’s large shoulders.

He chuckled deeply, then pressed a kiss between the valley of my breast, “I know sweetheart I know, that cunts have been waiting for me, and now that I’m here you just can't wait can you?” His finger teased me a little more, I would beg him to finish me if I had to, on hands, and knees if I had to. He pulled my painted down similarly to how I did his own underwear, “Oh my fucking goodness, you’re so fucking sexy, come over here. I wanna see that beautiful face when you come in my mouth.” He guided me over to the couch in front of us, I almost forgot he was completely naked in my haze, until he stood over me for a moment. I bit my lip just watching how his dick swings with his movements, it was mouth watering to say the least. He kneeled down on both knees before me, my legs spread wide for him, the of my labia parting could be heard crystal clear between the two of us. Randy looked hypnotized as he stared down at me, I was at a loss for words myself, he looked like he was going to devour me, and there wasn't absolutely nothing I could do about it.

“You like how pretty my pussy is Daddy?” I reached down, and spread myself wider so he could see the deepest part of me. He answered my question non verbally, his lips latched on to me sucking my swollen clit up into his mouth gently. He held onto my thighs with both his hands, his whole face stuffed between my thighs as he lapped up my wetness like a thirsty heathen. Waves of pleasure rippled through me, over, and over till my body decided I couldn't take it anymore. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Right there, right there, please don't stop.” I begged, my hands held onto the back of his head keeping him in place as he continued to slurp me up. He slid a finger into me, then another, as if the constant clitoral stimulation wasn't enough to nearly kill me. He worked his fingers, in and out of me at a steady rhythm that my body just couldn't keep up with, soon my moans, and shouts over took the wet sloppy noises as I came undone in his hands, and mouth. My body tensed up as my thighs clenched around Randy’s head, but his grip was strong enough to pry them open again.

“I want you on top of me, right now, right fucking now.” He breathed out, he took me by the hips, and slightly readjusted me so that I was leaning on my side. I was in full display for him, spread wide open, with nowhere to hide, for his eyes to feast on as he took me in.

“Daddy please.” I begged, the ache was unbearable at this point, my body twisted, and my hips lifted trying to feel any kind of friction.

“I know baby, I missed being inside that pretty pussy so much. God your so fucking wet, look at how slippery you fucking are.” He slid the tip of himself over my needy cunt, and coated himself with my natural juices. Our moans mixed together, as he pushed into me achingly slowly, my breathing turned into panting.

“Randy —Ah! Oh fuck.” The pain of him stretching me to his size didn’t last long, and quickly turned into a pleasurable sensation.

“Fuck I’m never getting injured again.” He claimed, his strained moans mixed with forced laughter, but it quickly died down when I gripped my muscles around him. I was in no position to move, one leg he had pinned to the couch with his hand gripping my thigh, and the other leg was over his shoulder. It was the only thing between us; even though I’m not petite, Randy’s weight alone is enough to smother me.

His strokes were steady, yet impactful, each thrust brought me closer to the edge. His lips found their way to my ear, gently kissing me, and whispering naughty things to me. “That’s it, take this fucking cock princess, you’re not going anywhere till you come all over me isn’t that right?” He kissed me again then continued, “That tight cunt is all mine, my cute little pussy pocket. Hmm you liked being used by me don’t you?” The torque behind his thrust was unreal, I felt utterly breathless, I grabbed him by the back of his neck, and brought him in closer to me.

“This pussy is all yours, all yours, all yours.” I mumbled pathetically, our eyes locked in each other, but I could only hold my eyelids open for so long. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his fingers press to my clit.

“That’s it right there, you’re so fucking close. Be a good girl, let it out baby, I wanna fucking hear you.” On his command I let out a cry that might have been heard across the arena if we weren’t parked so far away. My head fell back onto the couch, my eyes screwed shut, and Randy’s lips pressed to my neck. “Goddamn you feel so fucking good, fuck I love when you squeeze me just like that.” He panted, his own thrust becoming a bit sloppy, but the rhythm he used on my little bud didn’t change speed.

Even if I wanted to hold back, I couldn’t, a wave of heat ripped through me. I gripped his arms, my nails dug into his flesh, I wanted to rip something apart. “Oh god, Randy, I’m gonna—

I couldn’t even get the words out, before I knew it, I was squirting all over us, and his couch. “Ahh!” I shouted, he pulled away in enough time to let his own climax out as he hunched over me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me.” Very rarely do I hear him moan, and cry like that. His warm, sticky cum pooled on my stomach, and even as he was emptied there was still little droplets spilling out. He stroked himself for a moment longer trying desperately to catch his breath. I reached over to grab a tissue while his eyes were closed, quickly cleaned up the mess, and got into the floor where he sat on his knees. I replaced his hand with mine, then wrapped my lips around his tip, and proceeded to suck.

“Ugh, fuck, please.” He begged, and moaned softly. Rather it was for me to stop or keep going but I wasn’t sure. He didn’t push me away, so I continued my steady movements. He rested his hands on my head but didn’t guide me in any kind of way.

“I think you’ve got a little more in you, what do you think?” I asked with a lopsided grin, I lowered myself more, then sucked his balls into my mouth. My hand worked him in circular, up, and down motions.

Randy’s head was still back, eyes closed, and mouth hung open. “That feels so fucking good, just like that.” The sounds of slurping, and moaning filled the air. I squeezed him a bit tighter in my hand, his hips now rocking back and forth to match my rhythm. His breathing became heavier as his chest rises and falls, he’s gripping onto my hair which I hated. I regretted not putting my bonnet on beforehand.

I put my mouth over his tip just as he started to spill, I had no problem swallowing him down. “Oh fuck your so fucking good. Ohhhh, fuck!” His voice filled the room, my hands slid from his thighs up to his chest, I let go of his dick with a pop. My arms wrapped around his neck, he met me halfway in a deep slow kiss.

“I’m still hungry, but I don’t feel like going out.” I giggled, Randy stood to his feet, and brought me with him. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead, pulled on his briefs, and made his way over to the fridge.

“Lucky for you then, I’m always prepared.” He grinned, and pulled out two fruit salads and what looked to be meal prepped steak. Before I could dance my way over he stopped me holding out a hand. “Aht, shower first, then dinner.” He spoke sternly, my stomach grumbled, and I wanted to fight him on it. But the last hour flashed by my mind, I just rolled my eyes, “Fine.” Then I turned on my heels heading in the opposite direction.

“That’s a good girl, go on get ready, we’ll get moving in a little bit.” He called after me, I smiled to myself, contently, I was happy my baby was back on the road with me. I couldn’t wait to get back to work next week, but for now I’ll enjoy our alone time. I have a feeling we’re gonna spend the rest of the week wrapped up with each other.

#randy orton smut #randy orton oneshot #black!oc #wwe one shot #Randy Orton #—tokio

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baybaysbaybay · 8 months ago

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The Anniversary (18+)

Pairing: Randy Orton x OC(Ola Kaminski)

Randy and Ola had been doing this dance for years at this point but, now it was time for the finale.

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Tags: @alyyaanna, @jeysbvck, @daddywrasslin

Randy sighed as he glanced at his phone again while he waited for the food. Still no response. He knew that today was going to be rough but he hoped for at least a text back. He furrowed his brows slightly, he hated when she isolated like this. She had enough friends where she didn’t need to. He thanked the lady when she brought him his food before driving back to the arena where the buses were. Sarah apparently couldn’t get ahold of her either, hell of a time for her to have to commentate for Smackdown. And also a warning that if he made Ola upset at all, Sarah would kill him. He walked up to the door of Ola’s bus, knocking on it.

Ola was currently buried in a pile of blankets while some sappy romance movie played on the TV. She had tossed her phone, somewhere, after reading the messages from Sarah and Randy. Sarah, of course, was worried about her and Randy had asked about going for dinner. She simply didn’t answer either of the messages. She didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Ola just wanted to wallow in her sadness in peace. She frowned as she could’ve sworn she heard a knock on her door. She paused the movie, slowly sitting up before getting up completely when she heard a knock again. She walked to the door, opening it before raising her brow in confusion.

Ola crossed her arms and leaned on the doorframe,

“Randy….why are you here?”

Randy took in her appearance, she definitely had been crying and clearly wasn’t even entertaining the idea of leaving her bus considering her shorts and cropped tank top,

“You never answered me. So,” He held up the bag of food, “I brought your favorite?” She blinked in surprise before a small smile appeared on her lips and shook her head.

“Fine, only because that’s one of my all time favorite chinese food places.” She stepped aside, motioning for him to come inside. Randy followed her in, shutting the door before setting the food on the table.

“I’ll be right back..” Ola disappeared to her bedroom while he set their food out and grabbed utensils. She came back out, pulling her hair into a ponytail,

“You want wine? Cause I could go for some….I know, not a great combination with our food.” She brushed by him, to grab the wine and one glass, pausing for his answer.

Randy shrugged, he was already here, why not?

“Sure, not the weirdest we’ve ever had.” He smirked a bit as she rolled her eyes and opened the wine, filling the glasses. “Don’t remind me.” He laughed slightly as he took a survey of the main sitting room before sitting at his chair. She had not planned to move today at all huh.

Randy glanced at the tv, before pointing at it with a fork, “It’s really that bad…?” The movie Ola had on the tv was terrible. She scrunched her nose at him as she took a few bites of her food and sip of wine.

“It’s just the anniversary of when the guy who supposedly loved me decided to just dump me out of the blue and leave the company? Yeah, I’m still a little hurt, Randy.” She paused and looked at him before looking back at her food.

Randy watched her as he ate and frowned, alright, true. He couldn’t blame her. The way Cody had ended their relationship had been shitty. All because Ola refused to leave WWE, not after she was finally getting a push and accusing her of having something with him. That something being that apparently everyone thought Ola and Randy were dating because of their natural chemistry. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want that to be true. He’d been harboring some type of feelings for the tiny blonde and pink haired woman for years now but Cody had beat him to the punch. So he pushed it down and away, he had been happy for them, truly. However, he had seen red when Ola had come to Sarah’s room sobbing with her bags and trying to explain what happened. It took the others to stop him and Sarah from knocking sense into Cody.

They ate silently for awhile,

“Did you at least tell Sarah you were okay? She was messaging me all day, asking questions.” That got a small smile from the tiny woman. “I did answer her shortly before you knocked, yes. So she knows that I’m not dead.” He nodded and drank more wine as he sat back, studying her.

While she was distracted eating, he ran his eyes over her form. Damn it, even like this she was stunning. It wasn’t helping that her crop top clung perfectly to her chest and the shorts she had on, could count as a second skin. He took another drink of wine and looked away with a small shake of his head, maybe coming was a mistake.

Ola took a drink before sitting back and looked down,

“Thank you….for this and coming over.” She rubbed her arm with her hand, “I know how I get and just, “ She looked up at him, a warm smile on her lips, “I appreciate it.”

He stared at her for a second before laughing a little, “I don’t think you need to thank me.” He shook his head and leaned on his elbow, “I’d be a shitty friend if I didn’t try something.” She snorted before she laughed softly,

“Fine, fine…” Ola shook her head as she stood, starting to clean up the food containers. Randy followed suit and helped her put the leftovers away, before filling their glasses again.

Ola paused and leaned on the counter, scratching the back of her head,

“Hey….Randy..?”

He was moving to her couch, setting their glasses on the side table before raising a brow as he looked at her, “Yeah, what’s up?”

She played with the end of her ponytail as she walked to stand in front of him. God she hated how small she was compared to him. Her 5’2” frame looked comically small next to his giant 6’5’ frame. She hadn’t initially noticed how tight his shirt was but now it was hard to miss. The pants he was wearing looked great on him too. She bit her lip,

“I know this is a big ask but ... .would you mind staying the night here…? Now that you’re here, I don’t want to be alone again.” She glanced up at him, this shouldn't be embarrassing but for whatever reason it was.

Randy stared down at her, swallowing as he watched her. Fuck she was so fucking small. He cleared his throat again before smiling,

“Not a big ask at all, Ola. I don’t mind crashing here.” She beamed up at him and wrapped her arms around him, well the best she could,

“I really appreciate it….” He carefully put his arms around her and rolled his eyes a bit,

“Ola you’ve known me for how long…? We’re watching a less shitty movie though” Her smile turned sheepish as he pulled away and sat down on her couch, grabbing the remote. She huffed softly at him, grabbing her wine and sat beside him as she took a drink.

Randy decided on some action movie, it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either.

“I’m not going to complain about that. This movie was actually the worst.”

Over the course of the movie, they had both finished their wine. Ola was pleasantly loose and had snuggled close to Randy out of habit. It wasn’t unusual for them, though to others, maybe it did look suspicious. She hummed softly as he stretched his arm over her shoulders, tucking her close. The man was a walking furnace, and she was grateful since she was always freezing. She paused and studied his features as the flashing from the movie made different features stand out. He was really handsome, especially when he was relaxed. He glanced at her, smirking a bit,

“I know I'm good looking and all but, a picture will last longer. Don’t you have enough of them around here…?”

Ola rolled her eyes and smacked his chest,

“Fucking hilarious, you come up that yourself?” Which just made the larger man laugh as Ola turned to the movie, watching the screen.

Now it was Randy’s turn to stare. It was bad enough that she was pressed to his side and he could smell her shampoo and perfume. He was internally grateful of the blanket over him, the pants he was wearing left nothing to the imagination. He swallowed as he looked her over again…fuck. He shouldn’t have done that. Of course, it was chilly in here and that’s why she was pressed against his side. She wasn’t wearing a bra….of course not. She was lounging alone for hours. His throat suddenly felt dry and the room suddenly was stifling.

As if on queue, Ola looked back at him with a puzzled face,

“You alright…? You don’t look okay” She took her hand and brushed it against his forehead as she frowned and leaned closer to him slightly.

Randy swallowed harshly again as he watched her lean in and felt her fingers brush his skin. He leaned forward himself slightly, realizing how little space was left between them. He had a decision to make finally. He slowly took her wrist and pulled it away from him, which just confused Ola more,

“Randy…what…?” His eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and back again and now it was Ola’s turn to swallow roughly.

She watched his eyes and bit her lip. Was today when, whatever, had been brewing between them over the years finally boiled over?

She flicked her eyes to his and back to his lips.

That was all the confirmation he needed. Randy pressed his lips to hers and groaned as she threw her arm around his neck. Ola groaned softly into the kiss as she pressed herself closer to him as he pulled away. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap, dragging his gaze over her body. She shuddered in response, shifting her hips and using her hands to steady herself on his chest. She knew she was flushed and it only darkened as she felt him below her. Her head was fuzzy and she flexed her fingers against his chest. Holy shit.

Randy kneaded her hipster before pulling her in for another kiss. This one was more desperate, hungry. He wanted to devour her, make her his. Ola gasped as he slid his hands to her ass and pulled her against himself. She moaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her hand slid to the back of his head and her other one fisted his shirt in her hand. Ola’s senses were being assaulted. He was so much. So big…everywhere. She could feel his hard cock straining against his pants where she sat. She gently rolled her hips against him and Randy growled into her mouth. He pulled back, kissing down her neck,

“Do that again…” He breathed as he gripped her hips harder, there would definitely be bruises but she didn't care. She did as she was told and rolled her hips once more, making herself gasp as he growled against her neck. He trailed one hand up her stomach, reveling in the way her muscles twitched under his touch. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, until a spot made her inhale through her nose. Randy smirked against her skin and sucked the skin there, a bruise already forming, while his hand traveled up and cupped her breast. She whined softly, arching into his touch as he ran his thumb over her nipple through her shirt.

Ola tugged at Randy’s shirt when she whined,

“This needs to come off…” Randy smirked but complied as Ola leaned back enough for him to toss the shirt aside. She smirked slightly and ran her hands up his stomach, scraping her nails against his skin. She reveled the goosebumps that trailed behind her nails. He groaned in his chest,

“Hold on to me..” Ola squeaked and clung to him as he stood up, making his way to her bedroom. He pushed the door open, quickly kicking it shut behind him. He plopped her down on her bed, making her gasp softly. Randy covered her form with his body, kissing up her stomach. She hooked her legs around him as he kissed up her neck. With his hand, he cupped one of her breasts, kneading it, and making her shudder. Randy played with the hem of the shirt, Ola took the hint and arched her back so he could pull it off. It went flying into the darkness of the room.

She met the kiss with a ferocity. Ola’s nails dug into his bicep and back as they fought for dominance. He pulled back with a groan as she nipped his lower lip, her fangs catching as they pulled apart. Her eyes met his, the pupils blown, and she swallowed roughly as he licked the blood from his lip.

“Holy shit…” He breathed before he groaned out loudly as he cupped both of her breasts, swiping her nipples with his thumbs. She moaned and arched into the touch. Taking the hint he bent his head down, taking one of the nipples into his mouth and sucking. Ola gasped loudly, tightening her legs around him and involuntarily bucking her hips against him. Randy growled while he sucked, his other hand moving to her hip to steady her as he rolled his hips against her. She groaned as one hand trailed down his arm, gripping his bicep and her other hand shot to the back of his head as she met the roll of his hips. He let go of her nipple with a wet popping sound as he met her lips in a hungry kiss.

“Oh princess….we can play that way.”

She opened her mouth to say something but he left a trail of kisses and sucked bruises down her neck and chest before he sucked the other nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth against it. Ola let out a squeaking noise before she grabbed the back of his head,

“More, fuck, m-more..” He flicked his eyes up to her before popping off her nipple. He held her close suddenly and flipped them. He kissed her as he sat them both up and helped her re-adjust so she was straddling one of his thighs, She steadied herself and looked up through her lashes at him as he smirked.

Randy kissed under her ear before nipping her earlobe,

“I want to watch you fall apart on my thigh.” He whispered in her ear. She bit her lip but wrapped her arms around his neck as he set his hands on her hips. She set a slow pace, rolling her hips against his muscular thigh. She gasped softly and her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed across her neck.

“Eyes open..” Ola groaned but opened her eyes to look at him, which made him smirk. As she quickened her pace, one of his hands remained on her hip to keep her steady while the other roamed up her back, thighs, any exposed skin before ending back at her breast. He lowered his head to a nipple again while the other tugged at her other nipple.

Ola’s brain felt like molasses, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion but the sensations were making her whole body burn. She knew she sounded like a whiny mess as he continued his menstrations as she bucked faster and harder against his thigh. It had been too long, far too long, and she was being devoured by him. Her moans started to get breathier as she felt that band in her lower stomach tighten and burn red hot,

“F-fuck, “ She whined out loudly when he nipped her nipple, “I’m…fuck, so c-close..” She could’ve sworn there was a glint in his eyes at that. She knew her nails would leave marks as she clawed at his shoulder and bicep as she neared her edge.

“Come for me princess,” He kissed up the center of her chest.

That was all she needed.

Ola’s eyes rolled back as a broken gasping moan left her lips as her orgasm crashed into her like a freight train. She slowed her hips as she rode it out, reveling in how she could feel his muscles contract in his thigh. Her whole body was buzzing and every nerve felt like it was on hyperdrive as she leaned back, panting and looking up at the ceiling.

Randy growled lowly as he watched her ride out her orgasm. He thought she couldn’t get more beautiful, he was wrong. He held her upright so she didn’t fall back as the high of her orgasm wore off. She looked back at him, with a dopey smile,

“Holy shit…” He smirked before he kissed her again, before she pushed him back on the bed. She stared at him and ran her hands down his chest and stomach, digging her nails in and leaving a trail of red. She hummed softly before she looked at him and crawled off his lap. He leaned up to watch her with a raised brow. She smirked as she slowly, painfully slowly, dragged her shorts and panties down her hips.

Randy had to hold back a groan as he watched and he could swear he could see a sheen on her panties from her previous orgasm.

“Figured I don’t need those anymore…” She walked slowly back to him, before resting her hands on his thighs, running them up to the waistband of his pants. She teasingly played with the band, snapping it against him a few times before she slowly slid his pants down his thighs and groaned in her throat. She wasn’t expecting that. All the years she roomed with the man, she never knew he went commando. She bit her lip as his cock slapped against his stomach. She also wasn’t expecting the size, well, she had an idea. The man used to talk a big game and honestly with his size she’d be shocked otherwise.

Randy watched her, completely hypnotized by the events unfolding in front of him. Had he ever thought that he’d actually be in this position? Younger, cockier him absolutely thought so but him now, not even slightly. He had gotten content in their relationship as it was. He kicked his pants away, a cocky smirk crossing his lips as Ola looked stunned. His ego was still there, he couldn’t help it. He watched as she took him in her hand, using her thumb to press on the underside as she pumped him slowly,

“There’s no way in hell this is fitting in me…” She muttered, her cheeks flushing red as she looked at him. Randy’s eyes involuntarily fluttered as she used her thumb to swipe over the head of his cock. He gently grabbed her wrist as she shot him a confused look. Slowly, he stood up before scooping her back up. She gasped and clung to him as he pinned her to the bed. She locked her legs around him the best she could as they both groaned and bucked against each other. He panted against her neck,

“Oh, I’m going to make it fit…” he ran his tongue over her skin, “Shit, i need to be in you.” She scratched the back of his head as she moaned softly,

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Randy growled as he pulled back, he grabbed his cock and pumped it a few times. He slid the head of his cock against her slit, gathering the slick from her previous orgasm on the head. She whimpered when he stroked against her clit before he aligned with her hole. He looked down at her as she bit her lip as he pressed the head of his cock into her. Both of them let out a loud groan in unison. Watching her expressions as she gripped the blanket beneath her as he continued to push into her. He swallowed as he kept himself from slamming home. He wanted nothing more than to push himself all the way into her tight cunt and fold her in half, claiming her for himself. But the rational part of his brain kept it slow.

Ola’s hips arched as Randy pushed farther in. He was fucking huge. Or she was really tiny. Or most likely both. She screwed her eyes shut as she focused on feeling every inch of his cock as it entered her. She heard him growl as she involuntarily clenched around him as he filled her. She couldn't help it…it had been awhile and the way he filled her. Randy tapped her thigh,

“I said, eyes open princess. Don't close them again.” She groaned but pried open her eyes again. She was met with a smirk and a glint in his blue eyes, “good girl.” Ola clenched around him again at that and that just made the man's smirk grow. Shit.

Randy leaned down and nipped her earlobe, “Does my princess like to be praised?” He let out a chuckle, deep in his throat as he heard her swallow. Randy pressed kisses along her neck,

“You're taking me so fucking well. I knew I could fit in your tight cunt…” he hissed as she clenched on his cock again and seemingly pulled him in more. “You're so hungry for me aren't you?” He laughed against her skin and she let out a squeaking noise, avoiding his gaze. He leaned back, running his hands down her body before grabbing her hips and looking over her form. Fuck he never thought he'd have her like this.

Randy rolled his hips experimentally, earning a gasp from Ola and he smirked. He set a steady pace, learning the rhythms of her body as he explored her chest with his mouth. Ola let out little gasps when he grazed that spot in her. She grabbed his face and brought him up for a sloppy his as she panted against his lips,

“Randy….” She slip her thumb over his lower lip, “fuck me like you own me.”

Randy's brain blue screened moment at that. Was she serious? He stared at her and that was the confirmation he needed. He leaned back, folding her legs to her chest,

“You asked for this.”

Randy set a brutal pace as he held her ankles, keeping her in place. He revealed the broken whines and moans that left her throat, the way she clenched around him and the way her cunt seemingly sucked him in deeper. And the way her chest bounced with each thrust. He groaned loudly before leaning down again, pulling her close to him. He needed to feel more of her. He needs to devour her.

Ola's eyes rolled as he pressed close, the angle perfectly hitting that spot inside her. She clawed at his back, shoulders and arms, knowing damn well that there would be marks tomorrow.

The room was filled with the filthy sounds of sex. Randy's growling and groaning, Ola's whining and moaning and the wet slap of skin on skin.

She clung to him tighter as her moans grew louder in his ear, “I'm…shit…Randy I'm so close…” he groaned as she tightened around him again, he slid a hand between them, finding her clit. She gasped and arched into him more as he rubbed her clit with his thrusts. The heat popped in her belly as he grabbed his face and kissed him, sloppily, moaning huskily against his lips as her second orgasm of the night crashed into her.

Randy panted against her lips and he tightened his hold on her, his thrusts getting sloppy as he rode her through her orgasm. He buried his face against her neck and let out a growly moan as he buried himself deep and came inside her, rolling his hips slowly as he rode out his own orgasm. They both slumped down, breathing heavy as Ola skated her nails over Randy's back as they caught their breath. She smirked as he sat up on his forearms and looked at her, a sheepish smile on his lips,

“How are you feeling?” Ola snorted and kissed his nose,

“You moron, I feel great. I'll be sore as all hell tomorrow but it's worth it.” She kissed him gently as he slowly pulled out of her, making her whimper at the loss of the fullness feeling. He leaned back slightly and groaned in his chest watching their combined fluids leak from her. He took two fingers, scooping it up and pushing it back into her making her whimper slightly,

“It stays in there.”

Carefully, he scooped her up and walked to the bathroom, setting her down gently as she used the counter as support. She gasped when she looked in the mirror while he got the shower ready. She trailed her fingers over the bite marks on her skin and shook her head. She was so glad she didn't need to be on tv for a few days,

“What the fuck Randal?” He chuckled at that and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing under her ear,

“Sorry, I couldn't help myself.” He laughed as she slapped his arms and muttered ‘unbelievable’ under her breath as she broke away and into the shower. He chuckled as he examined the damage she had done to him, oh yeah, her nails had done a number on him. He stared at the claw like marks down his back and smirked,

“And you yelled at me.” Which earned her tossing a wet washcloth at his head,

“Just get in here you idiot.” He laughed loudly but complied.

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