#wwe hunter hearst helmsley smut

[rainchyna]

MESSED UP.

HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY X FEM!READER

(smut, jealousy, cheating accusations, fingering, p in v, lowkey mean!hunter, cussing)

Hunter wasn't sure what it was at first that began pissing him off. Shawn was your best friend, he was your friend before he and Hunter even met, and he understood that you two would hang out from time to time ‒ but this was just too much.

It started with you hanging out normally, just like every time you'd hang out in a public space or at either of your houses. Then you began hanging out without Hunter, and spending more and more time together. Now, at first Hunter wasn't upset about it, he was just envious, his girlfriend and his best friend and having fun without him, okay - no problem. 

Then he noticed that you and Shawn would be talking, chatting and having a normal conversation, but the second he'd approach you, one of you would either get really, painfully awkward or the other would leave.

It felt incredibly intentional, and it began looking like you two were hiding something for him.

You and Hunter have always had a very trusting, easy going relationship. You were open with each other about everything, and always spoke your minds if either of you did something that made the other uncomfortable. You and shawn spending that much time together did start getting under his skin a little, but he kept repeating to himself, 'y/n and shawn wouldn't do that', 'they're just really good friends, that's all', 'they wouldn't do that to me', 'y/n would never do that'. He kept it in the back of his head, until he overheard you and Shawn talking.

"Do you think he knows?" you ask.

"I know it's still early, but he'll probably find out. Hunter isn't stupid" Shawn replied.

"We'll have to be more careful, I've never done this before" you anxiously said

"Don't worry about it. If he starts suspecting anything, I'll cover for us" Shawn reassured you.

Hunter’s eyes damn near popped out of their sockets. What the fuck were you talking about? Actually, he gaslit himself into believing that he was better off not knowing. But, it certainly did sound like you two were doing something you shouldn’t be. 

But it continued, and it kept happening over, and over, and fucking over. The hushed conversations, the sneaking around, the anxious body language when he’d catch you. It annoyed him to no end. He was really fucking pissed, no way you and Shawn were ... No! Even the mere thought of it doesn't make sense. But the conversations he heard ... No, no way. No, the closest people to him wouldn't do him like that, but that maddening little voice in his head was getting a little too loud.

Y/n is cheating, accept it.

She wouldn't cheat, she loves me.

Shawn would do it.

Shawn is my best friend, he wouldn't.

Confront them.

Maybe he should, this has been going on for a little too long. He couldn’t take another second of whatever the fuck was going on.

And here you were in your hotel room, cuddled up with him on his lap. He looked down at you, disgusted at the possibility of you and Shawn sneaking around behind his back. And you can tell, it was so obvious he was angry, or upset about something. He was too quiet, and he was holding you really tightly. Really, really tightly.

You were about to say something, but his large hand began rubbing on your thigh, slowly inching upwards with every stroke. "You know that I love you, right?" Hunter began, and you nod slowly, "and that I wouldn't hide anything from you, right?" he added, you nodded again. He pulled you up, your back against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. His hand moved up towards your stomach, then your chest and neck. He wrapped his long fingers around your neck with a little tightness causing you to gasp lightly.

"what's going on with you and shawn, hm?"

oh, shit.

"you're not messing around with him, are you?" he said, voice dropping in pitch, you can't tell him. You spent this much time keeping this whole thing a secret, thinking he wouldn't catch on. It was supposed to be between you and Shawn. After weeks of managing to keep things under wraps, you couldn’t let it go that easily.

"C-can't say." You stutter.

 "You sure you can't say, baby?" he says, his other hand caressing your inner thigh, “because to me, it’s really, really looking like you’re fucking my best friend.” he says, voice increasing annoyed.

“We’re n-not doing anything..” you mutter, and Hunter’s hand tightens around your neck as an irritated chuckle leaves his lips. “You’re not doing anything wrong?” he mocks you, and you shake your head. He frowns a little, unhappy with your non answer. “Tell me what you two are doing.” he demands.

“Can’t.” you lightly gasp, noticing his hand getting dangerously close to your pyjama shorts.

“Y/n, baby..” Hunter began, his voice had a slightly threatening edge to it. “You know damn well I could get you talking without breaking a sweat.” he says, he pulls at the shorts’ drawstring, completely undoing it.

You begin panicking a little, because you know he’s right.

He saw the look in your eyes, he knew you were going to tell him regardless, but he decided to have a little fun with how he got the words out of you. “You wanna get it off your chest? Or should I drag it out of you?” he asks.

Your breathing quickened, but you didn’t say anything.

“Fine, you little brat. Have it your way.”

His hand dove into your pajama shorts, finger gently grazing your clit. You fell back into his chest, this shouldn't be turning you on. He was literally accusing you of cheating on him. "I will keep you up all night, baby. You better start talking." he grunted. His fingers began rubbing on your clit in circular motions, your eyes shut and you tried to inhale, but having his hand around your neck like that wasn't helping.

You grip on his thick thighs, your back arched and your eyes rolled back. “Hu-Hunter, please.” you whimper. You were getting annoying at yourself for getting wet so quickly, but how could you help it? He sounded so jealous, his hands are all over your body, and his breath was hot on your neck.

“You’re so fucking wet.” he groan, finger soaked after barely touching you. “Is that what gets you off, huh?” he taunted you, “Do you like the idea of me playing with your pussy, while you think of my best friend? Look at you, moaning like I don’t fuck your brains out everynight.” 

This really, truly, shouldn’t be turning you on the way it did. But, the way he was choking you? The way his fingers knew exactly how to tease your clit so you’re seeing stars? That’s what got you going.

You still didn’t answer him.

Alright then.

His fingers swiftly found their way towards your wet slit, pushing them inside you. A loud moan escapes your lips, your grip on his thigh tightens, but he immediately says, "don't touch." You needed something to hold on to as you felt yourself fall apart, his fingers now pushing and pulling against your g-spot. This was all happening way too quickly.

You held on his hand that was still around your neck, "didn't I just say don't touch? Do you like pissing me off? Not doing what I ask? Being a fucking brat, baby?" he says. You let out an airy laugh.

"Fucking me and my best friend," he chuckled, “Didn’t know my baby was a slut.”

He let go of your neck and pulled out his fingers from your soaking pussy, causing you to whine. He mocked you as he picked you up and walked to your shared bedroom. He put you down, and it felt like you couldn't look into his eyes. 

"Look at me" he softly says, hand stroking your cheek. You physically couldn't even lift your head up, "I said, look at me, baby" he demanded.

You still can't look at him. He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head backwards, forcing you to make eye contact with him, and you damn near moan. You wore a tank top, which left your neck fully exposed to him. He leaned in, and you did as well.

He delivered a harsh kiss to your lips, tongue forcing itself against yours. The kiss was needy, all possessive and demanding. You were about to wrap your arms around his neck, but he held your hands behind your back. 

His lips moved onto your neck, kissing, sucking and leaving small deep red marks on your neck. As many as he can, anywhere he can. "P-please" you whimper.

Well, if he can't fuck the truth out of you, he'll fuck some common sense into you.

He pushed you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you, he then pulled off your shorts, and he attacked you neck again.

 By now there was barely any skin that wasn't bruised or bitten, especially on your collarbones. He pulled himself away from you, taking off his shirt revealing his toned body. This had to be what gods were built like.

"Do something" you whine, a pout resting on your lips. "You don’t get to ask for anything tonight." he groans. He pulls off his pants as impatience was taking over him, he took off his boxers as well and his cock stood hard and thick, "on your stomach, now." he demanded and you immediately obeyed.

As you laid comfortably onto the soft sheets, Hunter pulled your hips up towards his, he raised his hand, then proceeded to slap your ass so harshly that his handprint was on your ass cheek, "Fuck, please, just please do something" you cry, feeling your arousal drip down your thighs. You didn't even get to finish your complaining before he was pushing his cock inside you, making you moan loudly. You'll never get used to his size.

His hips pushed and pulled against yours, cock slamming in and out of you. Both of you were moaning loudly, you were so wet, so good for him. And he was going to make sure you stayed behaved for him only.

His dick felt like heaven as it rammed against your walls, he grabbed as fistful of your hair and pulled up on your knees and hands. "You think shawn can fuck you like this? hm?" he groaned before delivering one deep, fast thrust that had your head spinning and body shaking. "H-hunter" you whimper, "only i can fuck you like this." he grunted.

One of his hands held you up because you both knew that if he lets you go you'll immediately collapse back onto the bed. The pain and pleasure of being stretched out had your head spinning, his gruff voice, the roughness of his hands, his voice as he called both pet and derogatory names. 

His other hand was now buried between your legs, rubbing your clit. He slowed down feeling his orgasm approaching, deep, slow thrusts replaced his fast paced ones, and at this rhythm and this position you could swear you felt him in your lungs. the hand that was holding you in place moved down towards your abdomen, his long fingers tracing the bump in your lower abdomen, it was the outline of his cock inside you.

"Do you feel this, y/n?" he grabbed one of your hands and made you touch where his cock's imprint was, "This pussy is so tight, for me only. You're mine. mine, and mine only" he groans. His deep voice rang through your ears and sent goosebumps across the surface of your skin, his picked up a pace again, your words were merging in one blob of incoherencies, "gonna cum, h-hunt, p-please" you beg, "You don-t get to cum" he moaned, "you'll cum when i say you can" he says.

His grip on you gets tighter and hips began stuttering, he was so close, so close he could taste it.

"P-please, sir?" you whined in the neediest tone, your cunt clenched so tightly around him. "Please, l-let me cum, I-i'll do anything for y-you, please, ple-ease sir" you said, tears began flowing down your cheeks.

Hearing you call him ‘sir’,  begging for him like that did something to him. You? crying and begging him, being such a desperate slut for him to let you cum, like that?

"Please" you gasp, and he slaps your clit harshly, sending you into a whimpering fit, the only thing he could make out was something about how you were cumming. “S-sir.” you cry.

That last moan of yours sent him over the edge, his cum coating your walls, hot and sticky, as he collapsed on top of you. Seeing the state of pure euphoria that he was in made you happy you hadn’t told him what happened before you got here. "If you're not cumming on my dick, you're not cumming on anyone else's , you understand?" he says.

"Yes, sir."

"Good fucking girl."

It took your body a hot two, or three minutes to recover from the tight feeling of an unreleased orgasm as his thick cock continued twitching and pulsating inside you.

"Can you get off of me, you're a little heavy.." you mumble. He rolls off to the other side of the bed, and lays there contemplating whether or not he should ask you again, because he wasn’t going to let something take place behind his back.

 "This is the last time, be honest with me y/n, what are you doing with Shawn?" he asked. You exhaled loudly before reaching over to your nightstand. You opened the last drawer and pulled out a medium-small sized, square box. it was covered with a navy blue velvety material and a pearly white ribbon had it shut. "Open it,” you tell him.

He looked into your eyes slightly confused, then Hunter saw nothing but love and sincerity. 

He knew he never should've doubted you. 

He tugged off the ribbon and opened the box revealing a Rolex that was dazzled with diamonds. A little note was tucked under it, he placed the box to the side and held the note, the silver text on the white background read:

Happy birthday, we love you the most. Y/n and Shawn.

Hunter exhaled and covered his face with his hands, his fucking birthday was next week.

 "Wow, I feel like an asshole," he said.

 "An asshole whose birthday is next week, we wanted to do something special for you. Shawn and I might be close, but we'd never do ... whatever you had in mind" you said, a slight smile played with your lips.

He put everything back into the box and placed it aside. He pulled you onto his chest, giving you the sweetest, most passionate kiss you've had in a while. He moved, readjusting your position so that now you were under him. He began placing kisses all over your face, making you giggle. "What are you doing?" you laugh.

"Making up for what i fucked up."

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ triple h ! fucking the authority

contains black female reader, lowercase intended, pet names, fingering, spit, dom, praise, minors don’t interact

thinking about ceo! hunter catching you masterbating in his office. he’s so crude wanting you to show him how you play with yourself.

“will you ever behave?” he knew the answer was no ,and you wasted no time sliding your panties to the side. wetness coating the fabric as he sat in front of you eyes low, and balancing on the balls of his feet.

you could feel his breath against your pussy a low wine escaping once the pad of your fingers came into contact with your clit finding a rhythm.

“pretty doll.” he grips the phone tightly wanting the camera to capture how good you made yourself feel. the bitter chill in his office perking your pretty nipples and kissing your leaking core.

with shaky hands you slide a finger into your pussy not long before you add another the fullness sending your head back and clenching your chubby thighs together.

“atta girl, you’re so wet for me. go on let everyone hear you.” you moaned at his words both digits working faster inside of your gummy walls as your cream pooled on the oak table.

“hunter.” his name fell from your pouty lips desperately wanting to feel him in any capacity. the lewd sounds of your cunt and calling his name perks his interest coming to wrap his free hand around your throat.

with a blurry vision the camera captures the glob of spit that lands on your clit glistening your folds as you fucked yourself into your hand. cheeks flushed and falsies damped with tears as the man above you smirked.

“gonna cum for daddy?” hunter knew you were close that ditzy expression and bubbly feeling in the pit of your stomach on the verge. all you could do was whimper hunter placing his forehead against yours as he strums your clit.

white toes resting on his shoulders watching three digits slick with arousal slam in and out of your needy cunt opening your mouth to catch his spit and swallow gingerly.

“i’m cu-m-ming” you could barely finish your sentence wetness slipping out of you and splashing his expensive cufflinks as expletives spat from the man. fingers working towards overstimulating his pretty girl and kissing your plump lips drowning out your cries.

with a gasp you came again body trembling and head resting into his chest as hunter kissed your temple a sweet gesture before the real fun began.

[daddyhausen]

[ “proud of you” ; triple h x fem!reader ]

[ request for @kamidekawaii​ ; sorry if it took so long :( ]

[ word count ; 2,075 ]

it was that time again, where your mind would seemingly cloud itself with pure loathing for your appearance. your reflection would stare back at you with soulless eyes, completely hating what stared back at it. it was at times like these where you wondered what you husband, hunter actually saw in you. in your mind you were not the goddess he perceived you to be, not even close. for he had women swooning over him left and right, what was it that attracted you to him, what was it that made him choose you instead of all the others? your index finger prodded and poked at the flesh of your stomach, trailing down towards your hips, and thighs, pinching the skin as you did so. your own self-doubt fuelled your negative feelings, you did not feel like anything but a disappointment to him, in more ways than one. you felt as if you weren’t able to please him enough in the bedroom, of course you wanted to try new things but were either too embarrassed or self-conscious to tell him. 

“y/n are you in here?” he called out from the hallway, with a gentle knock at the door. the only thing you could mutter was a small ‘yes’ your voice pitching slightly as sobs caught in the back of your throat. he stepped inside, peeling his suit jacked from his muscular frame, placing it on the chair beside the door, kicking his shoes off in the process. his eyes turned to you, confusion racking his brain as he wondered why all of a sudden you had become so quiet, usually you were always so upbeat, a smile rarely leaving your lips, he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close so your back met his chest, his head resting atop your shoulder.

“what’s wrong princess?” he cooed, a serious undertone rippled through his words, masqueraded by his term of endearment. he pressed a loving kiss to the top of your shoulder. you gave a heavy sigh, resting back into his chest as he held you so lovingly, his fingers playing with yours tracing shapes into the wedding band that encircled your ring finger. 

“i just feel like i’m never going to be good enough for you as a wife or a lover” you confessed, choked sobs catching in your throat. “i want to try new things with you, but i’m too embarrassed to ask because i don’t want to disappoint you”

he said nothing, only simply pulling you in for a sweet kiss, it spoke much louder than any word that could ever leave his lips. his thumbs circling gently into your hips, lifting your legs up so that they wrapped around his waist as he guided you to the bed. you loved nothing more than his touch, you relished in it. gentle lips leaving sweet kisses to your heated skin, sucking pretty marks into your neck and the dips in your clavicles, painting your pristine skin with splotches of purples and reds, bruising the skin. his tongue swirling little circles into the places where he once kissed, dragging a wet trail from the top of your shoulder up to behind your earlobe, little moans of adoration leaving your lips. he made his point to be gentle with you, to cherish every heightened curve and crevice of your beautiful body, to listen to every whine that left through your parted lips, breathy and shallow, eyelids fluttering shut as you soaked in his praises.

“you’d never disappoint me, princess” your skin tingling as his words drifted through your ears, so calming and reassuring. his hands roaming your body so freely, carefully peeling away each layer of thin fabric that covered your modesty, his fingertips tracing shapes in and around your curves. the sight of your skin stripped bare for him, nothing but the splotches of his lust littering your skin, just as beautiful as you were the last he saw you, he loved every inch of you. “tell daddy what you want to try”

you listed off some ideas you wanted to try. three in particular stuck out to you. your cheeks flushed with a noticeable heat, thighs tightening, your cunt swelling with want, just the at thought of performing such acts. his only response was a gentle smile as he stood up, positioning himself at the edge of the bed, eyes silently beckoning you to sit between his thighs. you scrambled off the bed to meet his demands, biting your lip with anticipation as he freed his cock, his length springing free from its restraints, hitting his stomach gently as he began to pump himself slowly. your eyes never leaving his size, veins rippling through his shaft, grazing against his calloused palm as sticky pre-cum gathered at his tip. you swallowed thickly, scooting closer so his tip was millimetres from your lips, chewing the inside of your cheeks, your nerves beginning to settle in. he cupped your cheek softly, grazing a thumb over your soft skin with reassurance.

“don’t be shy, baby” he cooed, words persistent as you nodded. you were entranced, memorising it all of the tiny pulsating veins, the slight curve of his shaft, the cloudy bead of salty fluid that glistened on his tip. unknowingly you wet your lips, your heart pounding in your throat, your eyes glancing between his eyes and his cock. “go on, princess” 

you sucked in a breath, nodding once more as you placed a gentle kiss to his tip. his breath hitched in his throat, a hand softly gripping your hair. he gave out a subtle moan as you mouthed the underside of his shaft, your pretty lips sucking at the skin, tasting him, all the way up until you reached his tip. you glanced at the salty droplet, before meeting his gaze once more. he gave you a small nod willing you on. you kept your eyes locked on his, flattening your tongue as you drew shapes over his tip, tasting his saltiness. he hissed with pleasure, tightening his grip on your scalp ever so slightly, your lips gliding over his cock with ease, spit coating his shaft. he shuffled forward, closer to the edge of the bed, your movements, sloppy and untrained, you loosened your jaw, wrapping your pretty lips around his throbbing cock. you averted your gaze from him, eyes wandering as you began to suck at his tip. a low groan leaving his lips, the whole head of his cock slipping into your mouth, your jaw stretching further, both his hands locked in your hair as he began to fuck your throat gently, your head bobbing back and forth in response to his thrusts. a whine escaped your lips, the sound reverberating around his cock as he slipped deeper down your throat. you felt as if you were about to gag, your chest tightening, feeling his size fill your throat. determined to please him, you pushed through, his cock coated in your spit as he thrusted himself down your throat. his musky scent flooding your nostrils, the corners of your eyes welling with tears, trailing down your burning cheeks. his pleasured groans filling the bedroom accompanied by your moans resonating around his cock. he took a glimpse down at you, pulling his cock from your lips, leaving you gasping for air. 

“open your mouth” he simply demanded, pumping his throbbing shaft as he brought his tip to your lips once more. his cock twitching as he spilled his hot stickiness onto your tongue. you held his warmth in your cheeks unsure of what to exactly do with it. your mind battled whether or not to swallow it, your eyes peered up at him, so innocent and naive, you went with your gut feeling, swallowing his sticky warmth, much to the arousal of your husband, loving the way you swallowed so generously. he took you by the hand, helping you to your feet, your lips melding together in a passionate kiss as he laid back on the bed, kicking off his pants as he did so.

 you hovered over him, his hands guiding your hips to his lips, one kept firmly on your waist the other trailing lines up and down your thigh. your skin tingling under his touch, your wetness pooling in between your thighs, your cunt glistening with your sweetness as you hesitantly lowered yourself onto his lips. he teased your cunt with his tongue, flicking small circles into your clit, your body shuddering under the pleasure. he gave you a couple of seconds to adjust, his tongue dipped into your dripping pussy, sampling your sweetness, his thumb rubbing rough shapes into you’re the sensitive bundle of nerves. your hips began to move instinctively, almost if they had a mind of their own. he mumbled small praises into your warmth, loving the way your tight little cunt clenched around his tongue, your mouth slightly agape, pretty moans leaving your lips as you bounced on his tongue. one of his hands squeezing your plump ass, molding your supple flesh as if it was clay in the hands of a potter, kneading it so gently, his other hand trailing down his stomach, gripping his cock once more, his shaft springing to life as he stoked himself roughly, moaning loudly into your cunt. his tongue darting around your warmth, exploring ever crevice of your cunt his strong arms held you down on his lips, your pretty pussy rutting against his tongue, your defenses almost came crashing down, not before he pulled your hips up, eyes darting towards his cock, you took the hint, crawling down towards his cock, another salty bead forming at his tip, you gave it another small kitten lick, cleaning up the bead as you slipped his cock inside your tight cunt. your hips rutting against his, his hands reaching up to squeeze your tits, pinching your hard nipples between his index finger and thumb, loving the way they bounced as you rode his cock. you adored the way his size managed to fill you up, especially at such a different angle than you were used to. it was as almost you were injected with s shot of confidence, straightening your posture, back sightly arched, your tits perked up, replacing his hands with your own as your tugged as your sensitive nipples, pleading whines leaving your lips. 

“you’re doing so well for me, princess” his praised leaving goose bumps across your skin, the hair on the back of your neck standing up as you took them him. each breathy word made your cunt clench and your clit tingle, moans heavy with need as your bodied became one. his hands found their way to your hips, nails digging into your soft flesh, most likely to cause bruising, if he were to grip any harder you were sure that there would be bloodshed. each word you attempted to speak came out as nonsensical ramblings, the only words he could make out were ‘faster’ and ‘harder’’. he was never one to deny you of anything, his hips thrusted up into yours, filling your cunt with every inch of his thick cock, you leaned down to meet his lips, hips arching forward slightly as his cock filed you deeper. his lips trailing sloppy kisses across your chest, starting at your collarbones, down the valley of your breasts, before finally resting at your nipples, his tongue swirling around it, taking the sensitive nub between his teeth, twirling it as a small hiss of pleasure escaping your lips. 

“daddy, please! i’m gonna cum! oh fuck-“ you cried out, voice pitching, his hips speeding up, faster than they were before, trying his best to enhance your orgasm. your stomach tightening, pleasure washing over you in waves as your body shuddered above his. his tongue working wonders against your tits. he felt his own release burn in his chest, low groans leaving his lips as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, teeth biting down gently as he spilled his hot cum deep inside your cunt, relishing in your tight pussy throbbing around his cock as your juices seeped down his shaft. he couldn’t help but smile as the way you nuzzled into him, your lips forming a sad pout, upset that it was over. he kept himself in your warmth, fingers gently squeezing your ass.

“i’m so proud of you, princess”

[imagineall-the-fandoms]

#32: “I’m sweaty!” & #26: “Shower with me” WWE

From anon: 32.“I’m sweaty!” + 26.“Shower with me?” HHH! :D

Author’s note: I know its been a hot minute since I wrote anything, and I’m sorry. No excuses, just in a funk. But I wanna get the rest of these requests out before I open them again <3

Requested: Yes

TAG LIST!!!!  @ilovesamizaynn @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure @wrestling-fangirl27 @welshwitch5 @1dluver13xx​ @demonqueen29​

   *not my gif*

��  “Five more y/n! Let’s go, keep up the pace!”

Hunter barks at me as I do corner jumps in the practice ring. He has been getting me back into shape after my injury took me out for a year. The pain was surging through my body as my knees felt like they were giving out. I push through the last five and slump down in the corner to my butt.

Hunter comes in the ring smiling and kneels in front of me. He hands me my bottle of water as I try to slow my breathing back down.

    “I think a few more days and we can give you a warm up match here before getting you back on tv.”

I smile back at him and catch my breath looking at him. I take a few more gulps of water and stand up, still leaning in the corner.

   “Now, how about running the ropes huh?”

I give a small laugh and shake my head.

   “Hunter, I can’t. My body is aching and I’m sweaty. I think we should end it for today. You’ve had me going for 3 hours non stop.”

He gives a hefty chuckle and looks at me smiling.

   “You make a good point. Y/n you really have been killing it and I’m so proud of how fa you’ve come.”

We climb through the ropes and start walking toward the locker room. I look over to him and smile.

   “Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without your help. And your constant nagging.”

He throws his head back as he lets out a hearty laugh. He opens the door to the locker room and I follow him in.

   “It wasn’t nagging. It was trying to get you to see your true potential. And you got it honey.”

I stick my tongue out at him and smirk before walking to the showers and turning the water on. Hunter comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. 

   “Shower with me? Please? Its only fair after the hell you’ve put me through today.”

His response is nibbling on my ear and walking us into the shower.

X

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[magnolia-among-the-stars]

Lots to Make Up (Triple H) SMUT

Prompts:  7 “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.” & 30“Were you dreaming about me again?”

Warnings: Smut ahead

The gym was quiet as it could be in the late hours of the Friday evening. The only other person who had been in the gym was your big burly boss, Hunter. Most of the roster was out and about at the bars, celebrating a hard week but you had declined the offers from the girls.

Knowing that Drew McIntyre was going to be at the bar, you wanted nothing to do with that man. He’d taken you on a date after Monday Night Raw, his Scottish voice wooing you as he you’d sat down in a small pizza joint. He was sweet, he was funny. He was bad in bed. You shuddered at the reminisce of the night, lost in thought as you faced the mirror.

You hadn’t even realized you were staring at Hunter until he dropped the weights clasped in his hands and paced over to you, beads of sweat rolling down his chest in the process. “Y/L/N,” he called, leaning against the arm of your treadmill and tugging the earbud from your ear.

“Huh?” you breathed out, tripping and losing your footing. He clamped onto your arm to steady you, the red emergency stop magnet pulled bring the machine to a halt. You tried to catch your breath and glanced up at his large frame, touch igniting a fire on your arm.

“I said, were you dreaming about me again?” he chuckled at his own joke though the your absentminded expression made him unearthed . “What’s going on with you?” he asked tone serious now as he crossed his broad arms over his sweaty chest. You glanced down at your sneakers and sighed.

“I’m just tired Hunter, I’m actually going to head to bed,” you mumbled before you picked up your phone and your hoodie to step off the machine. Hunter reached out to hold your hand gingerly, playing with your fingertips.

“Talk to me,” he asked, “Please. I saw you backstage today, you were out of it. What’s going on?” Another sigh left you as you grasped his hand.

“Drew McIntyre,” you took the silence to observe your connected hands. Hunter’s eyebrows knotted. He pulled you to sit down next to him on a bench. “We just-, We slept together? If you can call it that.”

“Did he hurt you?” Hunter asked, face softening.

“He uh...he’s just not very giving,” you blurted out, suddenly looking everywhere except for your boss. How were you even having this conversation with him? Fingertips brushed along your jawline as you glanced up into Hunter’s warm eyes.

“You deserve more than that,” Hunter’s voice was husky as his hand traveled over the soft skin of your flushed cheek, “Let me show you how you should be treated.” He moved toward you, cautiously pressing his lips to yours as you hummed into his mouth. Your arm wrapped around the back of his neck as he slid you onto his thick lap. His hands pawed at your waist, climbing beneath your tank top you light your skin on fire.

You rolled your hips against his bulge, barely straining in his workout shorts. Your fingernails dug into the skin of his chest as his lips trailed down your jaw to your shoulder, sinking his teeth in and drawing out a moan from you. “I’m going to show you what a really fucking is,” he groaned against your skin, punctuating each word with his hips. Your hips began to move faster as he bucked up against you, sending electric currents up your spine. He lifted you up, swiftly pushing his shorts off his hips to his ankles, he tugged yours down to follow. His cock was thick, standing at attention as he pressed his lips to yours again.

Sitting back down on the bench, he rubbed his cock against you, spreading the wetness that had pooled up there. He pulled at the hem of your top, yanking it along with your bra off. His large hand pinched at your left breast as he slid inside you. Your hips began to move against one another, only sounds filling the gym were your moans and Hunter’s grunts as your hips slapped against one another’s.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” Hunter nibbled on your earlobe, “Riding my cock.” He hand grazed the small of your back as you rolled your hips on top of him. You began to shudder, forehead pressed against his shoulder as you came. That didn’t stop Hunter though. He pulled out of you and sat you in front of him, spreading your shaky legs. You whined lightly as your head lazily leaned back against him.

Thick fingers dug into your cunt as he licked his other hand. Whimpers spilled out of your mouth as fingers pumped you through your first orgasm. The heel of his palm pressed up against your wet clit, sending you over the edge to your second one. You cried out and wiggled against his touch.

Lips pressed against your shoulder blade, the scratching of his beard against your skin gave you goosebumps. “How was that darlin?” he asked, rubbing your thighs as you calmed down.

“So fucking good,” you whispered back, pressing a lazy kiss to his cheek. “But what about you? You didn’t finish.”

He chuckled, “I figured we could head upstairs, I’ve got a lot of shitheads to make up for.”

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Destroyed (Triple H)

You’re Hunter’s partner in tag team matches and after fighting with Kurt, it’s determined that you will have a mixed tag match at Hell in a Cell.

The two of you had been tag teaming together. After he and Kurt Angle got into a fight, he had enlisted you to fight with him against Angle and Rousey. “How about we up the stakes here,” Hunter yelled into the microphone as he passed around the ring. “How about we settle our issues in a cage, perhaps Hell in a Cell,” he shrugs as the crowd goes wild. You grab his shoulder, shaking your head.

 “Hunter, are you insane?” I whisper to him as he shrugs once again. Kurt and Ronda share a look before he picks up a mic. “You're on.” The crowd grows louder and you shake your head at Hunter and lean forward to shake Ronda’s hand. It seemed the two of you were the sensible ones of the group. As weeks past leading up to the match, you and hunter became close, training together in the ring.

 “Hunter,” you mumbled to him, wrapped up in a Cerebral Assassin sweatshirt as the two of you stood at the bottom of the large metal structure. Hunter was dressed sharply in his suit, still calling directions to the crew as people prepped for Hell in a Cell that evening.

 “It’s going to be okay,” he promised you, big hand clamped onto your shoulder as he pulled you in and tucked you into his side. It wasn't okay. The four of you had been destroyed. Hunter had been suplexed off the top of the cell to the announcers table. You'd speared Ronda through the cage. Kurt was pedigreed on the metal steps and you were angle slammed into the side of the cell. You'd been cut open, brought to your limits and then some.

 You gave yourself one last push up and reversed Ronda’s armbar, kicking her hard enough to loosen her trip. She hesitated, giving you enough time to stand and flip her into a sharpshooter. You practically sat on her back as she tapped, tears streaming down your face as it was finally over. You collapsed next to her as the bell was rung, the cage being lifted as Hunter rushed to your side. He whispered something that you couldn't hear and helped you to stand. Your theme was blasting as the crowd cheered and you limped up the ramp.

As you got through the curtain to guerilla, hands were on you instantly, ushering you to medical for stitches on your forehead. Hunters hands were pulled away from you but you clasped his wrist quickly. “Please, stay with me.”

He nodded, wrapping your arm back around your shoulder. “I'm not going anywhere.” He whispered as he pressed his lips to your temple.

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