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AlphaSmuts C - Car

Car – Car sex

Ft: Ridge Holland

Glancing up from the book on my phone to my travel buddy to find him sulking in the driver's seat. “Stop sulking, big guy. It could have happened to anyone. The tow truck will be here. Nothing to do but wait.”

He glares out the windshield.

“Or continue to sulk,” I shrug. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

“We’re gonna be late.”

“The ones that need to know, know what’s going on. There’s no need to worry about your job. Everyone knows shit happens.”

“I’ve never been late in my life.”

“Well then you’re due,” I state dully, checking my messages. “We’re supposed to just head to the next town. We’re not needed at the show tonight.”

“Fuck.”

“Language.”

“How are you so calm?”

“Asked like a man who didn’t grow up with shitty cars,” I sigh. “This isn’t my first time on the side of the road, Bud. It’s been an hour. I’ve spent days on the side of road before.”

“What?”

“Rual roads and Daddy’s shitty trucks,” I shrug, pulling my reading app back up. “Just sit back, relax, and find something to take your mind off the time.”

“Whatcha reading?”

“A book.”

“One of those dirty books that women like?”

I feel the blood rush to my face. “What I do to entertain myself is none of your business, Ridge.”

“That’s a yes,” he smirks.

“Why do ya read stuff like that?”

“You have no idea what I’m reading.”

“You want me to take my mind off the time. Help me.”

“It’s been forty five minutes. And I told you once already that what I do to entertain myself is none of your business.”

Snatching the phone from my hands, he skims down words on the screen, his face turning red.

“Ridge! Rude,” I growl.

After a second pass, he tosses it back into my lap. I lower my head to hide behind my hair. “Why am I acting ashamed,” I think. “I’m a grown ass woman. I can read whatever I want.”

“Why,” he asks again.

I shrug. “I guess the same reason everyone reads. Fantasy. Escapism. Entertainment.” Raising my eyes slightly I see him shifting in his seat. A visible bulge in his jeans. “Because it gives me the same reaction it gave you. I need to refresh my alone time imagery.”

He folds his hands in his lap. “Do you want to do that…”

“Do what? Fuck an alien? No…Well, I would have to see the alien first to rule it out,” I smirk. “It’s fantasy. A way to experience something different without actually…you know…fucking a monster. Or…other things.”

“What other things?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Strong fingers under my chin lifts my eyes to look into his. The question clear there.

“Sometimes I ignore the descriptions of the characters and imagine myself and other people I may know,” I whisper.

“Who?”

“Who do you think about when you masturbate?”

“You,” he smirks.

“Wh…Wha…What,” I sputter.

“I think about you, Thea,” he states matter of factly, staring out the windshield.

“That’s not funny, Ridge.”

“I think about what it feels like to touch you. Taste you. What it feels like to be buried so deep inside of you that we become one.” He glances over at me before staring out the side window, the flush from his face making its way down his neck. “So now you know.”

I wet my suddenly dry lips, my mind reeling. My own confession on the tip of my tongue. Finally leaning forward on shaky hands on the center console, my lips inches from his ear. “I think about where you would want to take me,” I whisper. “Like are you just a bed kinda guy? Can these muscles keep me up while you slam into me in some random arena hallway,” my fingers trail down his bicep and forearm. “Can these thick fingers make me come silently in the backseat while you jabber along with Shea and Butch in the front seat?” My fingers slide down and in between his. “Would you like it if I rode your cock,” I whisper, my hand sliding his along the bulge.

A low groan rumbles through his chest.

“Do you like it slow? Or do you like it fast and rough?” My lips brush lightly along the flush skin. “I can take you either way. I’m such a good girl like that,” I purr. “Just tell me what you’re feeling at that moment and I would give you everything I have. Or maybe you just want my mouth. Throat fucking me until you can’t hold it anymore. I’ll milk every drop from you.”

He gasps harshly as I start pressing kisses to his neck. “Oh, Jesus, you can’t do that.”

“You started this. But if you’re done with me.” I start to sit back, disentangling myself from him.

He whimpers, moving faster than a man his size in such a cramped area should, yanking me into his lap.

“Want more,” he grunts between peppering kisses along my throat, rutting up into me.

“More what? More of me telling you what I think about? More of me?”

“You,” he groans as I start pressing down to meet his hips.

“What’s stopping you,” I question, nipping along his jaw.

“I can get very loud,” stressing the word, his hands coming to rest on my hips. “I’m not exactly hard to please, and because of that…Well, er, I’m a vocal bastard.”

“We’ve been here an hour and haven’t seen a single car pass,” I smirk. “The tow truck won’t be here for another hour at the earliest. Must be a busy day for them.”

He glances around before yanking my shirt over my head, groaning as he buries his face into my cleavage. His hands move to work the button on my jeans.

The noise I make as his teeth find my nipple through my bra, waking my body up more would be embarrassing if I hadn’t just confessed all my fantasies involving the man moments ago.

“Much better than my mind could think up. Do you always make such great noises?”

“It’s been so long I don’t remember, honestly,” I groan, moving to straddle him. My hands working the clasp of my bra before sliding the article from my body.

Finally able to use both hands he gets the jean’s button open. “Make that noise again, Love.” His hand plunges beneath my jeans and panties. “Please. Fuck you are so wet.” One finger circling my clit as the thumb and forefinger of his opposite hand working my nipple.

I seek out his lips, barely containing the growl as his tongue shoves into my mouth. Licking at my open mouth as I grind down against his finger. His thumb kept circling, teasing the taut skin of my breasts mercilessly. Every sound I make he echoes dazedly, pushing me closer to the edge.

“So close,” I whimper.

“What do you need, Love.”

I press my breast together and up towards his mouth. “Please.”

He obliges, lashing his tongue over one nipple then the other. The electric tension shooting between his mouth and hand has me going over the edge, a whorish moan filling the car.

“I have to be inside you. I have to.” He gasps against my skin, his hands moving to shove my jeans from my hips. Moving back to my original seat, he yanks the material of my jeans and panties down my legs before turning his attention to his own jeans. I kneel on the center console, my fingers threading through his short hair pulling a groan from him.

Once his jeans are shoved below his knees, “Get on my cock, Thea.”

Straddling him once more, Ridge wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, holding himself steady for me.

“Just…go slow. I’d hate to jump the gun,” He mumbles, his attention fixed on the apex of my thighs. I tilt his chin up with one finger as I slowly sink down onto him, wanting to see his reaction. The large man didn’t disappoint, his eyes rolling back in his head in bliss. “Jesus fuck,” he groans.

“God, you’re huge,” I moan, canting my hips back and forth in an attempt to settle onto him more evenly.

“Don’t move, shit-” Ridge groping my thighs, panting, “Love, if you move I will absolutely come. Just give me a second.”

“We should have done this ages ago.” I moaned. “You feel incredible, oh my God-”

His hips move ever so slowly, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs, holding me open.

“Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“I can take whatever you give me,” I smirk. “But if it’s too much I’ll let you know.”

He buried his cock in you as deeply as he could and I cry out in delight, my nails scratching at his scalp. "God,” he groans. “God, you’ll ruin me. “You’re incredible, you’re so fuckin’ incredible." His rhythm is slow and deep. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m not hurting ya am I?”

I shake my head, trying to move against his grip. “More. Please.”

His hands leave my thighs to bury in my hair, tugging gently. “What do you need my love?”

My hips move quicker, and he quickly starts to match my pace roughly. Our bodies meeting with wet smacks. His volume increased with my own, his deep growls and rumbles of satisfaction doing wonders for my fever-pitched arousal. “So close.”

“Just let go, Thea. Come on, Love. Let me feel ya.” His mouth drops back to my chest, his tongue lashing over my nipples.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, my hand going to the handle above the door to ground myself. “Oh Ridge,” I shiver.

A prolonged growl precedes his own finish as I go boneless against his torso.

“We didn’t think this through, Love,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around me.

“Hmmmm,” I hum.

“Nothing to clean you up with.” His fingers slide up and down my spine.

I shrug the best I can. “I can just be a dirty girl until we get to the hotel and a shower. Not gonna kill me.”

He chuckles softly before a door slamming behind the car has us jumping apart.

“You get dressed, I’ll head him off,” he yanks his pants up. “Can’t have any delays getting you back to my hotel room. You did give me a whole list to work through.” He smirks, pecking my lips before disappearing.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe smut #alphasmuts series #ridge holland

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Masterlist Update

Up to date as of July 30th 2023

Beasts Universe

Beasts

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Choices

First Spark

Trust

Touch

Breed

Vulnerable

Heir

Guard

Connection

Protector

Information

Misc In Universe

Be Good To Her

Be Good To Her 2

When You’re Drinking (Bo Dallas x OC)

When You’re Drinking

To a T

Pretend (Braun Strowman x OC)

Pretend

Peanut

Mistakes (Elias x OC)

Mistake

Moving On

More Mistakes

Moving In

Drabble

Little Mistakes

Perfect (Kassius Ohno x OC)

Perfect

Perfectly Imperfect

Perfect Family

Perfect Problems

Fling (Pete Dunne x OC)

Attitude Adjustment

Fling

In My Head (Pete Dunne x OC)

Part 1

Part 2

AlphaSmuts

B – Bite – Pete Dunne

F – Friends - Sheamus

H – Heal – Pete Dunne

K – Kitchen – Baron Corbin

S – Snow – Seth Rollins

One Shots

Adrian Neville x OC

Payback

Aleister Black

Black

Baron Corbin x OC

Sir

Bo Dallas x OC

Plaything

Revenge

School Daze

Shut Up and Kiss Me

Braun Strowman x OC

More than Talk

Dash Wilder x OC

All These Years

Storm

Damian Priest

Better Man

Drew Gulak x OC

Aggression and Drive-In

Home

Whisper

Kassius Ohno x OC

Frustrations

Rage

Konnor x OC

Drunk Girl

Idiot

Sheamus x OC

In Front of Me the Whole Time

Viktor x OC

Flight Fright

Found You

Threesomes

Alpha Series (Baron Corbin x OC x Konnor)

Alpha

Together

Listen

Proposal

Protection

Kids

Ascend (Ascension x OC)

Ascend

Ascend Pt 2

Kassius Ohno x OC x Elias

Goodbye

Baron Corbin x OC x Elias

Barias

Ascension x OC

What’s Mine Is Yours

#masterlist #wwe fanfiction

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AlphaSmuts B - Bite

Bite – They can’t keep their teeth to themselves.

Ft: Pete Dunne (cuz of course it's him)

The commotion draws my attention across the room. Multiple trainers try to restrain Pete Dunne.

“Good luck with that,” I mutter, packing my bag.

“Faith, are you going to help here?”

“Nope. I pick my fights and that is not one of them,” I smirk. “I’m out. Have a good night.”

“Shari? Shari!”

“Just let him go. He is not going to let you check him out anyway.”

“That is not how we do things here!”

“Once he calms down, he will come to me. I’ll take care of him. Let him go.”

“Shari! Get back here!”

“See you later,” I call over my shoulder.

I lounge on my hotel bed, scrolling through my phone as I wait. I don’t know why Pete trusts me so much to show his vulnerability while hurt but I definitely know why he chose me for his pain. Banging on the hotel door cuts my thoughts short. Making my way to the door, I don’t even check as I open the door. Pete steps in wordlessly, his hair down and hiding his face.

“Finally ready to admit you have a boo-boo, Pete,” I smirk.

He glares through his hair at me.

“You know the drill,” I wave him towards the bathroom and my kit laid out and waiting. “So what’s wrong tonight.”

He holds his hand up, the hand swollen from his middle finger to pinky and down to his wrist.

“Wrist, hand, or fingers?”

“Fingas,” he grunts as I gently probe along his hand.

Turning on my ring light, I study his fingers. None seem to be dislocated. “Someone turned your own trick on you,” I smirk.

“Somethin’ like that,” he sighs, moving to stand behind me, his free hand going to my hip. His forehead pressing against the back of my skull, breathing deeply. I pause, waiting to see what he was going to do. When he doesn’t make any further moves I continue my examination.

“Stupid question; are you willing to get this x-rayed?”

He shakes his head.

“Can you move everything?”

He grunts slightly but rotates his wrist and wiggles all five fingers, though the final three’s movement was slightly more limited.

I press along his hand testing the swelling and he inhales sharply. Moving closer, I feel a hard ridge brush against my ass.

“There it is,” I think. “The real reason I am the only one allowed to treat him. I am the only one he wants to fuck”. Something about the pain exacerbating his arousal, this whole dance started months ago.

“Shar?” Pete’s breath fanning across the back of my neck. I realize that I had stopped moving, just holding the man’s hand in mine and staring.

“Is it all three or is the swelling radiating from one of them,” I sigh, digging through the kit.

“Third finga started swelling and the rest followed.”

“Take anything?”

“Bout two ‘ours ago,” he mumbles, his face sliding downward.

“I’m assuming you iced it.”

“Yeah.” His lips brush against my neck.

“If you want this done right and to last I would hold that thought,” I smirk, my body already reacting to the man.

“Really,” he chuckles, pulling my body tighter to his with the grip on my hip.

“Really,” I try to maintain a composed demeanor as thoughts of his plans flash through my mind. Holding up the medical tape, I stare over my shoulder at him in the mirror. “Do you want this done right or fast and sloppy?”

He rests his chin on my shoulder, motioning for me to continue with his uninjured hand.

I set to work buddy taping his injured finger to the one next to it. “Done,” I state as I make sure the finger is stable and secure.

He hums turning to bury himself against my neck.

I tense knowing what is coming.

He chuckles, mouthing over my pulse but no teeth. “Why so tense?”

“Just bracing for what is coming.”

“Do ya not like what’s comin’?”

“You know I do,” I sigh, leaning back into the man as my eyes close. “Just don’t like being taken by…” I yelp as teeth pinch my skin. “Fucker,” I growl, reaching back to thread my fingers through his hair.

He shrugs banding the arm of his injured hand across my shoulders as his other pins my hips to his. I groan at the feel him nestled against me. The need to have him deep inside of me overwhelming my senses. He mouth continue to nip lightly along the side of my throat.

“Pete, please,” I pant unsure of what I’m asking for.

“Hmmmm,” he hums, hand working its way under my panties and against me.

Lowering my mouth, I sink my teeth into the skin of his forearm to hold the groan at bay, my hips rocking back against him on their own accord. It takes several seconds to realize Pete has stopped moving entirely. Opening my eyes I find him in the mirror. He’s staring at my mouth around him.

“You can give but you can’t take,” I smirk releasing him. “Maybe…” I cut off as his injured hand comes up to wrap in my hair, yanking my head backwards. His other hand leaving my panties. “Playtime over,” I ask innocently. “Just because I can get as mouthy as you.”

A brief smirk crosses his face before spinning me, his mouth crashing into mine. I groan, hoisting myself up onto the counter. Breaking away he steps back slightly and yanking his shirt over his head. “Doit again,” he orders before attacking my throat again.

I sink my teeth into his deltoid muscle, holding before laving my tongue over the mark and repeating. His hands fist my sleep shirt.

“Want my shirt off, Pete,” I sigh against his ear, rubbing him through his shorts. “Or maybe my panties so you can fuck me while you leave all the bite marks you want on my body. You know I’ll let you do it. Always have,” I groan as he bites along the junction between my neck and shoulder. Unable to move my head again, I press my thumb against a bite mark on his shoulder. He groans deeply sending vibrations through my chest adding to my arousal without even trying.

“Everythin’ off…now.”

He moves only long enough for my shirt to disappear before he attacks my torso.

“Fuck,” I groan as his lips wrap around my nipple. My hands fumbling to yank my underwear down.

His uninjured hand moves to run two fingers through my slit, humming at what he finds. He raises his head to grin at me and I attack his mouth, nipping at his lips before releasing him. “Do it. Please.”

His head drops biting along the top of my breast, his fingers breaching me and curling. “Fuck. Yes. More. More. Please,” I beg, arching up against him.

He obliges repeating his action on my chest as his fingers fuck me, his thumb joining to rub against my clit. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” I keen, groping blindly for him. Giving up on his cock, I grab his shoulder, fingers digging into multiple marks there.

He tosses his head back groaning, a smile on his face. “Fuck. Gonna make me cum before I’m even in ya.”

His voice is so rough with pleasure I almost didn’t recognize it.

“Need ya to cum for me, Shar. Let me feel ya. Then I’ll really fuck ya.”

Grabbing a handful of hair I pull his mouth back to me, moments later my release washes over me. He peppers kisses along my throat as he continues until my body goes slack beneath him.

Yanking me from the counter he carries me one armed to the bed. Dropping me to the mattress, he shimmies out of his shorts.

“Nuh uh,” I smirk as he kneels between my legs. “Not risking you hurting that hand. You on the bed.”

“But…”

“Bed.”

He settles onto his back, and I straddle his hips.

“Good.” I smirk, sinking slowly down his cock. “You want me to…”

He is nodding before I finish the sentence. My teeth sink into his pec and his hips slamming up into me further. I chuckle against his skin before continuing my rhythm is slow but Pete fucks up into me with each new bite, his thumb slides between us and against my clit.

“Fuck,” I moan, my tongue lashing over a bite mark. “So good to me.” Arching back I fuck myself down on him faster. Pete urges me faster, baring his teeth in a satisfied grin when I start playing with my breasts, my thumbs sliding over my nipples roughly. Sitting up he swats my hands away, his mouth and hand taking over, the rhythm of our hips never slowing. “Fuck Pete. Gonna come again.”

“Gonna come all over me? Soak my cock. Do it.” His teeth nipping at my nipple is all the push I need as I come undone, my hips thrashing sloppily along his cock.

Slumping listlessly against him, I allow him to fuck through my orgasm. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Pete. I fucking think I love you.” Burying my face against his neck, I bite down hard. The growl Pete releases vibrates my whole body as he stills. His hand fisting my hair and holding me to his neck as his cock twitches and fills me. Finally, he releases his hold, allowing me to slide to the mattress beside him. Slumping back against the pillows beside me, he studies my face.”

“Pete, I…”

He presses a finger to my lips as he scans my throat and chest. Finally leaning over me, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I love ya, too Shari. I’m surprised ya didn’t figure that already. Even I can’ get hurt that often.”

“Does that mean,” I start, tracing the bite mark on his chest, “that I don’t have to wait weeks for this again?”

“Somethin’ like that,” he smirks, tucking me into his side.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe smut #alphasmuts series #pete dunne

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AlphaSmuts H - Heal

One letter per one shot, all smut

Heal – There is more than one way to heal.

Ft: Pete Dunne

“I thought you were going to help me train, not play pattycake with me. Stop taking it easy on me Dunne,” I pant.

“Ya can’t handle me being rough on ya,” he sneers. “Ya were tha one that tried to get out of this.”

“Try me,” I smirk as we tie up again, ignoring his accusations. “I’m not that fragile.”

His eyes darken as they meet mine. “Ya brought this on yerself.”

I roll my eyes, seconds before my back meets the mat.

“Again,” I state.

The dull ache as my shoulder slams to the mat for the millionth time in the past hour, each hit harder than the last. Pete seemingly getting irritated with me demanding more each time. “Again.”

“Wha? What is goin’ on wit ya today,” he pants.

“Nothing. Come on.”

“No. I’m done.”

“Can’t keep up, Grump,” I taunt.

“I’m not gonna beat on ya anymore,” he growls.

“Why not,” I blurt. “Isn’t that what you guys do. Break women?”

“What are you talkin’ about Faith?”

“Like you don’t know,” I scoff. The look of confusion has me rolling my eyes. “Why don’t you ask your buddy Ridge what is wrong with me. If you’re done, I’ll find something else to do.”

“Faith,” he calls as I slip through the ropes and out of the ring. “Faith!”

I make my way to the locker room without a second glance towards the man in the ring. Grabbing my bag, I don’t even bother changing before heading out.

Stepping out of the shower, I glance at the mirror to find light bruising across my shoulders and back. “Nothing, that I fifth of whiskey can’t heal.,” I mumble to myself. Pulling an oversized shirt on before making my way into my hotel room. Pouring a full plastic cup of whiskey, I settle on the bed ignoring the buzzing phone on the table. After five minutes of constant buzzing, I finally pick up the phone. Pete the readout states. Hitting the ignore button I move to place it back when it start buzzing again. “What Dunne?”

“Where are you,” the man practically growls.

“In my hotel room. Bye.”

The phone is buzzing before it hits the table.

“Not in the mood, Pete.”

“Don’t care. Room numba?”

“Not going to listen to his friends make excuses for him.”

“What is the fucking room numba?”

“You’re not coming to my room, Pete.”

“I will knock on every door in this hotel until I find ya.”

Chugging the liquor, I sigh, “Fine. Room fourteen thirty two.”

“Wha?”

“You don’t think I’ve been at Shea’s side this long and not invested well? I was downgrading to stay with Ridge. You got ten minutes starting now.” Turning my phone off, I pour myself another drink. “I’m gonna need this.”

Pounding on the door sounds before I even finish pouring. “The boy is fast,” I mutter moving to the door. Checking the peephole I open the door. “What do you need to say, Dunne?”

He shoves his way through the door, snagging my drink as he passes.

“Come right in and make yourself at home,” I snort closing the door.

Chugging the drink, he turns to face me. “Lacey Evans,” he snarls.

I’m taken aback for a second. “Yeah. Found out yesterday.”

“He’s fucking Lacey Evans.”

“Not new information here,” I smirk, taking a seat on the desk to watch the man pace.

“He has you.”

“Had. Past tense. As in no longer have.”

“Does Sheamus know?”

I shrug filling another plastic cup with ice. “Does it matter? Shea is a good friend but its always bros before hoes.”

The young man is on top of me before I can blink, his fist around my chin tightly forcing me to stare into his blue eyes, the empty cup slamming down beside me. “No, it’s not.”

“Whatever you say, Pete. Anything else? Cuz your time is running out quickly.”

“Believe me,” he sneers.

“Why? Does he want you to spy on me,” I snap. “Make sure I am thoroughly emotionally miserable? That I know how easy it is to replace me with a younger model? I better model?”

“No,” he snarls.

“Then why?”

“Because…Cuz…” he swallows thickly. “Cuz I don’t want to loose ya,” he whispers.

“I don’t think I heard that right.”

His hand moves from my chin across my cheek, to fist into my hair. “Yea, ya did.” His mouth captures mine hungerly, groaning when I drop my own cup to fist his tee.

“I expected a right hook, honestly,” he mumbles, his forehead pressing to mine. “Had to do it least once.”

“I might have but you’re pretty good with your mouth so I’ll let it slide,” I smile.

“Believe me.”

I stare into his eyes and find nothing but rawness there. He was baring himself to me for not the first time in our working relationship. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod. “I do. I’m a little broken right now so I may not be the best thing to hold onto.”

He shrugs, “We can figure it out. There’s more than one way to heal.”

“Oh?”

His second kiss is softer, his grip in my hair loosening, his thumb coming up to stroke along my jawline.

“Oh,” I breathe when he lets me up for air.

His eyes search mine and I smile pulling him between my knees.

“Alright Butchy Boy,” I throw out his new ring name. “Heal me.”

His fingers tighten in my hair tilting my head backwards. “Don’t call me Butch.”

“Alright Pete,” I smirk. “Heal me.”

I’m pulled to the edge of the desk, my legs wrapping automatically around his waist. His hands playing with the hem of my shirt seemingly unsure.

“Pete?”

“I didn’t think I’d make it this far,” he breathes pulling a giggle from me.

“Let’s start with the bed. Then wherever you feel like going is good with me,” I smirk, nipping at his bottom lip.

The grip on me is light as he pulls me into his arms, his mouth on the side of my throat as he moves through the suite. My back hits the mattress and I brace for the weight of the man to cover me. When it doesn’t come, I glance up at the man. He stares down at me hungerly, mainly glued to my lower half. Slowly, he moves to kneel on the bed, his hands sliding up my legs. “Yer not wearing any…”

I roll my eyes, “I was planning on drinking all night. You’re lucky I put the shirt on.”

“Naked would have gotten ya here sooner,” he smirks, his hands circling my hips.

“Says you.” My hands pull at the hoodie he’s wearing, tugging it over his head. He settles on his stomach between my thighs.

“Ya know better than t’ tease me,” his mouth dropping, nipping a mark onto my hip.

“Or what?”

Pete spreads my lips open with his fingers, making eye contact he smirks before lowering his mouth millimeters from me. “I’ll tease ya back.” I cry out when he fastens his mouth over my clit and gently sucks, unable to keep my hips from bucking up at him. “Nuh uh,” he grunts pinning my hips down. “Ya said whatever I want.” He gets to work lashing at my clit with short, firm licks.

I grip the hair at the back of his head, pulling it free from the bun and Pete grunts as I tug gently trying to wiggle free of him.

“Fuck Pete,” I groan as I feel the orgasm building. Suddenly, he is gone. “What the fuck?”

“Told ya, I’ll tease ya back,” he smirks.

“That’s just cruel.”

He lays there smirking up at me.

“Fine. I’ll be good.”

His eyes darken.

“But only if you are.”

He lowers his mouth lapping hungrily at my cunt, sending little shocks through me his stubble rubbed your thighs.

“Fuck Pete,” I moan. “Right there, Baby. Fuck,” I cry out as the orgasm finally overtakes me. Pete lapping at me through it until I shove his face away. He sits back, licking his lips watching in awe as my thighs tremble with aftershocks.

“Hey Pete,” I smile, wiggling out of my shirt. “What to be inside me? Or maybe…” I trail a hand up in between my breasts.

He nods, shimmying his shorts down his legs. His cock standing at attention.

“Yeah? Where do you want me Baby?”

Strong hands roll me over onto my belly. A swat landed on my ass has me arching my back. “Fuck,” he breathes, his hands grope my ass.

“Like what you see, Baby?”

He grunts wordlessly running his cock through my folds.

“Whatcha waiting for Pete,” I ask wriggling my hips back against him. “I’m being a good girl, the teasing should stop. Please.”

His grip on my hips stopping them, “Yer gonna get every bit of me, Faith,” he growls against my ear. “Gonna’ fill up this little pussy and make ya fuckin’ scream my name. Make you forget his name. Just like in my dreams.”

“Then do it,” I groan, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

He slowly slides into me and my mouth falls open in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groans as he bottoms out. “Don’t even hafta adjust.” He pulls out slowly before thrusting forward harshly.

“Fuck,” I yelp. “Don’t stop. Just like that.”

“Yea?” He bucks harshly into me again.

“Fuck yeah, Pete.” Pulling one hand from my hip and to my breast and he stills deep inside me. His face pressed between my shoulder blades.

“Pete.”

“Too good,” he mutters against my skin.

“You want me to be a little bratty,” I smirk, rolling my hips back against his.

“Faith,” he growls, his hand groping my breast as the other attempts to still my hips weakly.

“I don’t think you want me to stop,” I purr, fucking myself back against him. “Or you would stop me. “I think you want me to fuck myself silly on your cock.”

“Fuck yes. Take what ya need.”

“What if I need you, Pete? All of you.”

His hand falls to intertwine his fingers with mine. “Ya have it.”

“Promise?”

His fingers tug at my nipple causing stars to flash before my eyes, his hips starting to move to meet mine. “Always,” he finally growls, bucking into me harshly finally finding his own rhythm again.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Fuck, Pete. Feels so good. God damn. Gonna cum again. Please. Please.” His pace picks up, his fingers rolling my nipples exquisitely. “Pete. Pete,” I scream as my second orgasm slams into me. Pete fucks me through it before stilling.

“Ya ok?”

I nod, trying to find the strength to press back against him as his cock sits deeply inside of me.

“On yer back,” he mumbles pulling out completely. “I still have a promise to fill yer pussy.”

I moan at the implications, a smile on my face as I look up at the man. “Hope you don’t need much of me. I don’t know how much strength I have left.”

“Yer already perfect as is,” he smirks, wrapping my thighs over his hips. “Just continue to take my cock like a good girl.” He buries his face between my cleavage as he slides back into me. My fingers sliding into his hair. I arch against him as his mouth teases one nipple then the other.

“Fuck Pete,” I yelp as his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh.

“Good?”

“Don’t fucking stop,” I whine, pulling his face back to my chest.

“Not gonna.” His hips moving slowly. “Neva gonna.”

“God, you feel so good,” I groan. “Even after two orgasm, I want more of you. More.”

His mouth moves up to my ear, his hands pinning my wrist above my head. “Ya got it. If I can have ya…forever.”

I nod, my mouth unable to form words suddenly.

His mouth devours mine, as he rolls his hips into me.

“Pete,” I groan, as he tosses his head back. “You gonna come for me, Baby.”

“Not yet,” he growls.

“But you promised. I need you to fill me up. Please, Baby. Please. Pete.”

Wiggling one hand free I tangle it in his hair pulling him down. “Please Pete. Please.”

His mouth covers mine again, moaning into me as he release finally comes. His fingers wrapping tightly between mine above my head.

“How long?” I ask as he lays catching his breath beside me.

“Before Ridge.”

“Pity. I missed out on months of that.”

“Make up for lost time?”

“Tomorrow night,” I agree.

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AlphaSmuts F - Friends

One letter per one shot, all smut

Friends– Sometimes they just need a little friends with benefits.

Ft: Sheamus

“Good episode, Zi.” Sheamus’ text reads.

“Yeah, right,” I think. I couldn’t concentrate on my workout for Celtic Warrior Workouts. My mind wandering as my eyes wander my friends torso. Thoughts of taking him right there in front of the cameras crossing my mind. “Yeah, sorry I wasn’t very talkative. Made you work hard for that one,” I reply.

“Ya can’t make it too easy for me.” I can almost hear the man’s chuckle.

“Talk later? Got a meet and greet.”

“Sure.”

Shaking myself as my mind replays the sight of my friend peeling his shirt over his head. The need to straddle the man and getting my release over and over a constant movie in my head. “I really need to get laid.” Pulling myself back together, I make my way to the meeting room, waving at the screams of Zion as I settled in.

“Someone looks deep in thought.”

I jump at the voice by my ear. Turning to find Sheamus, his face even with mine as I sit on the equipment box. “Don’t you usually have two little puppies following you around,” I attempt to smile.

His eyes study me before shifting to stand in front of me.

“Don’t,” I squeak as his hands hover over my thighs.

“Everything ok?” His back meets the wall across from me, his eyes boring into mine. “This mornin’ was weird but I brushed that off. Now…” he motions at me vaguely as he trails off.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m…I’m not,” I stutter.

“I know ya better than that,” he smirks.

“Do you though,” I attempt another smile.

“Yes. I do.”

I open my mouth to respond.

“Don’t lie to me, Zion. Please,” he whispers.

“I’m just all in my head and my hormones are running wild lately.”

He raises his eyebrow at me.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Now I have to hear this.”

“I’m horny, okay? I need to get laid and it’s messing with my head.”

“So, this morning was?”

“Is nothing I’m going to discuss. I’m fine,” I slide from the equipment box. “Or I will be after awhile. See you around, Shea.”

A knock at my hotel room door after I step in startles me. Checking the peephole, I grumble under my breath. “Yeah, Shea?”

“Let me in please.”

Cracking the door, “What do you need?”

“To talk to ya.”

“About?”

“Please/”

Opening the door completely, I move into the room. “If this is about our earlier conversation, I already told you I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I do.”

“Well buddy, I don’t care what you want.”

“Random hookups are dangerous.”

“Not talking about this.”

“If you really need…something. You could take care of it yourself.”

“One I said I wasn’t talking about this. And two, I could but…and I’m talking about it…it’s not the same. The real thing satisfies me for longer.”

“I can do it.”

“No, you can’t.”

“This started this morning with me so I know you find me attractive for some reason.”

“One, you know you’re attractive to every woman you encounter. Two, you are not the problem.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“It means that you don’t find me attractive, Sheamus,” I snap, moving to the far wall. “Which is fine under normal circumstances but for what you’re suggesting…not going to work,” I sigh, closing my eyes. Tears burn behind my lids stubbornly. Opening them I find Sheamus towering over me, studying my face. “What? You gonna argue with me?”

He shakes his head wordlessly.

“Then can this conversation be over now?”

He shakes his head again, grabbing my wrist gently.

“What is left to say?”

“Nothin’,” he mumbles, studying my hand. Slowly he lowers my hand until it’s pressed against his groin.

I swallow the gasp at what I find there, he strains against his jeans.

“That’s just from the thought of you beneath me. Does that feel like I don’t find you attractive?”

I giggle as his eyes close as I run my palm up and down testing his length despite myself.

“What’s so funny?”

“It seems that you’re in need of this too,” I whisper.

“Maybe,” he smirks, his hands coming up to cup my face. “So we’re in agreement?”

“I think so,” I smirk.

“Good,” he sighs, lowering his mouth to mine.

I moan into the kiss, sliding my hand up and under his tee. My fingers trace the trembling muscles of his torso as his mouth slides to my throat, his fingers fumbling with my skirt. “Bed?”

He nods, his mouth not stopping their work of nipping at the skin. My skirt finally releasing its hold on me. Finally breaking from my skin, he glances down. “I knew it,” he smirks. “You don’t wear any panties.”

“Just with these skirts. Too tight. Don’t want to ruin the lines.”

He chuckles, shaking his head before shoving me gently onto the bed. Slowly lowering himself to his knees between my knees, he looks up at me. “I’m going to take such good care of you,” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against my inner thigh.

I run my fingers through his hair. “I don’t doubt that, Shea. Now shut up and…” a gasp cuts the end of the sentence as he starts to fuck me with his mouth.

He pulls back to smirk up at me, his thumb pressing against my clit causing me to arch. “What were ya saying?”

“Please,” I whimper, trying to grind against his hand.

A groan rumbles through his chest as he dives back in. His tongue alternating between sliding against my clit and tonguing my hole. “Fuck,” I breathe, tightening my grip in his hair. An orgasm already starting to build in my body. “Oh, fuck. God, Shea. Fuck,” I snarl as my body begins to shake.

“Oh darlin’,” he chuckles regaining his feet. My juices coating his chin “That was too easy.” His hands go to the button of his jeans but mine beat him there. Fumbling with the button with shaky hands I finally get it loose and the denim pushed off his hips. His cock immediately springing free to stand inches from my mouth.

“Kettle meet pot,” I smirk. Closing the distance, I run a flat tongue up his entire length before swirling a pointed tongue around his crown. He is already leaking precum. “I amend my earlier statement, you need this just as much as me.” Hollowing my cheeks, I take as much of him into my mouth as I can before slowly starting to work him. Each grunt and groan sending heat between my thighs. His hips start to buck slightly each time I bottom out on him, his breathing becoming more ragged. “Already,” I smile, popping him from my mouth.

“Pot meet kettle,” he smirks, pulling me up his body. His mouth crashing into mine as he pulls my top up and over my head breaking only to remove the cloth completely. I taste myself as he explores my mouth thoroughly, his hands exploring the rest of my body. Breaking away, he smiles as he peels his tee over his head. “I believe this is what got all of this started.”

“Ass,” I smirk.

“Not my thing,” he smiles, gripping my ass. “I prefer other places to stick my cock.” Lifting me, he slides said appendage deeply inside me, pulling a long groan from me.

I drape my arms over his shoulders allowing him to slide my body up and down his cock. “Seems like a good place,” I pant. He methodically fucks up into me bringing me to the edge with no relief over and over. I try to move against him but his tight grip on my hips keep me at his pace. Leaning forward, I mouth over his pec. “Come on, Shea. I know you got more than that. Didn’t you say something about me beneath you? I bet you could fuck me through the mattress,” I purr, pulling his mouth down to mine. His knees seem to give out on him as we crash to the mattress. His hips snapping harshly. “That’s it, Big Man. Show me what you really got,” I purr against his ear. “Oh yeah,” I groan as he fucks me harder. My nails digging into the back of his scalp. “That’s it Shea. Yes. That’s it.” I arch against him, my breast brushing against his torso with each movement sending electric tingles through my body. “Fuck,” I yelp as he adjust his hips to hit even deeper. “God, you feel so good. Fuck. Fuck. Don’t stop. Please. Please.”

“Not gonna,” he growls, burying his face into my neck. The vibrations setting my on fire, the only cool spots are the wet spots left behind by his mouth. “Gonna cum for me Darlin’?” Another growl as I slide my nails down his back.

I nod wildly as I feel myself tightening in preparation for my orgasm.

“Good girl,” he states as his lips wrap around my nipple.

I see sparks as that pushes me over the edge finally.

“Mmmmm,” he hums as he fucks me through my orgasm. “Feel better?”

“Not til you cum too,” I mumble weakly. “Don’t stop on my account. You need this too. What do you need?”

“You sure?”

I nod. “Just tell me.”

His hips begin with a fast and harsh rhythm. Aftershocks rocking my body with each meeting of our hips. He groans with each spasm of my pussy around him.

“What do you need, Big Man,” I purr.

“Can you….Can you…” he thrusts his chest at me.

“This,” I ask mouthing over his pec again.

He nods wildly, rolling his hips.

“Do you want this,” I ask, flicking a pointed tongue over his nipple.

He shakes his head, breathing raggedly.

“What about…” I sink my teeth into the muscle.

He cries out, his hips stuttering, cock twitching inside me.

“Good?”

He nods, smiling tiredly.

“Do you feel better?” I grin.

“Yes,” he breathes. “What about ya?”

“I’m great.”

He rolls to my side. “Is that a problem?” He motions to my lower half and I can feel the trickle from me.

Raising an arm, “I’m good for ten years. So other than the wet spot.” I smile. “Good.”

“We good,” he mumbles, sitting up.

I raise up to wrap my arms around him from behind, my chin rest on his shoulder. “We’re great. Unless you think otherwise. Sex changes relationships. I don’t want it to change ours.”

“We’re good,” he chuckles, standing. “Except one thing.”

I raise an eyebrow at him as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

“If you need that again, don’t run away from me.”

“Deal. If you need me also, you know where to find me.”

“Deal,” he grins. Glancing down at his chest, “That’s going to be a problem in the ring.”

“Gotta wrestle in a shirt for a while,” I chuckle, standing. “I gotta clean up and get some sleep. Thank you, Shea.”

“See you around, Zi.”

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