#cash wheeler smut

[daddyhausen]

• kinktober day three : sundress — cash wheeler •

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{ summary } — daniel could not keep his hands off you at your family get together upon noticing you wearing his favourite dress of yours

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, semi public sex, breeding, praise, body worship, groping, quickies, male + female orgasm, squirting, vaginal creampie, internal cumshots

{ word count } — 1k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x cash wheeler

{ genre } — smut

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he could not keep his eyes off of you

admiring the gorgeous yellow sundress you wore it was his favourite

the dress long and flowy, decorated with little pastel pink flowers throughout, the sleeves short and ruched same as the bust,

a slit down the side, not enough to expose anything but enough to get his imagination to run wild

a gulp grew thick in his throat, trying to not seem as intoxicated by your beauty as he would have liked to have shown.

he saw you with your niece across the yard, that natural maternal instinct running through you as she came crying to you

unknown as to why, he watched on as you consoled the little girl, planting a gentle kiss to her forehead, followed by a warm embrace

the act made daniel’s heart swell with adoration, a small smile forming across his lips

“you look so damn good in that dress, you know that” his voice deep and sultry, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close, subtly grinding against your hip

his lips gently grazed the skin of your neck peppering small kisses to the flesh

“i know” you respond back in a flirty tone, it only fuels daniel’s desire

“y’know…” he began trailing off in thought for a moment.

“you look even better with it off, darlin’”

he moaned softly against your neck, his kisses more feverish than the last

“god…” he groaned, feeling himself grow hard against your hip “if i could take you right here, i would…”

as much as you enjoyed that sentiment. you would happily obliged if you were not surround by relatives

“daniel…we can’t…not now…”

you tried desperately to hold back a moan, his lips trailing down to your collarbone

he could tell you were enjoying yourself.

“come with me” he whispered, taking you by the wrist, dragging you back inside

the backyard had grown pretty crowded for his liking.

he dragged you to the bathroom, being the nearest room

quickly locking the door behind you. your back now pressed against it.

he did not hesitate to attack you with a flurry of kisses once more

his movements feverish, prying up the skirt of your dress until your panties were in view

“d-daniel…” you stuttered through a moan, the pads of his fingers tracing delicate shapes against your clit through the fabric

“shhh baby…don’t want to get caught now do we?”

you shook your head in response, shuddering as his fingers pressed harder against your clit

“gonna be a good girl for me and keep quiet?”

“y-yes daddy…” you stammered

he hummed softly with contentment, planting a sweet kiss to your lips.

“you look so fuckin’ good…makes me wanna put a baby in you”

daniel’s hand smoothed across your stomach, caressing it.

“you pulled him close, arms wrapping around his neck

“well what are you waiting for?” you retorted playfully, leaning in to plaster chaste kisses to his jawline

he tugged your panties to the side, without warning, flipping you around.

your head pressed against the bathroom door, pretty ass sticking out for him to gain some leverage

he slipped into you with ease, your cunt drenched from his constant pursuit of you

“oh god…you feel so good princess”

your hips bucked against his even before he started moving, just letting you grind against his cock as he gathered his baring.

he wrapped a hand around your mouth to dampen your moans, the reverb of the bathroom created a heavenly sound.

he delivered a particularly harsh thrust to begin with, a small squeak of pleasure left your lips

“be quiet, princess…” he reminded, to which you made futile attempts to silence yourself.

“gonna fuck a baby into you darlin’” he began, trailing off into his own thoughts, proclaiming them out loud

“you’d look even more beautiful with you belly full of my seed…fuck-“ he grunted, pausing stern the sentence to catch his breath

*you’d be the perfect mother, sweetheart…our kids will be lucky to have you”

he pulled you back against his chest, kissing you with such an intensity and passion that was not uncommon in your little endeavours

but this…it felt so much more intimate

“i love you…” you muttered against his lips

“i want nothing more…”

he increased the speed of his thrusts, enjoying the sounds of your muffled moans against his palm

how they grew increasingly louder and more desperate

“shhh princess…” he reminded, hearing the chatter of your relatives from outside

he could feel his pace faltering, his end nearing

he held you close by the waist, filling you up without warning

continuing to fuck you through his orgasm until you spilled over.

“god…i love you…” he panted, admiring the way you gushed around him. how his cum was dripping out of your void

you merely hummed contently. mind far too fucked out to even create a response.

he pulled out of you, fixing your panties, much to your dismay,

smoothing down the stray strings of hair that cling to your face with perspiration

“we should probably get back out there before your family gets suspicious” he chuckled nervously

“yeah we should…” you replied with the same on edge tone, quickly fixing the skirt of your dress to seem more presentable

“hey daniel…?” you questioned. he merely peered up at you with a gentle gaze

“round two in the car when we leave?”

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

If It's wrong I don't wanna be right

Cash Wheeler X Fem reader

Summary: What happens when the bucks younger sister finally caves and gets with one of her brothers biggest rivals. 

Prompt  60 “Please? I’ll be good I promise!”

Warnings: SMUT, use of smoking, alcohol, swearing

Word count:  2218

Main Masterlist Cash Wheeler Masterlist

Cash’s POV

I knew this was wrong but I didn’t care. I had waited years for this moment, no way I was going to let it slip between my fingers. This little obsession started four years ago. I met Y/n at a wrestling event and instantly fell in love. She was the most gorgeous person I had ever seen. Dax and I were thinking of signing with AEW when I met Y/n. She introduced herself and told us all about what AEW had to offer us. I was instantly sold, I knew I needed to get to know her, spend all of my time with her. I would have asked her out right then and there but the ring on her finger told me otherwise.  

Even though she was taken I figured a little crush wouldn't hurt anyone. As I got to know her I learnt that she was engaged and I was shocked to find out that she was the younger sister of Matt and Nick Jackson. Y/n was the polar opposite of her brothers, they were straight edge, she was a party girl. The bucks were good christian boys but Y/n haven't been to church in years. The more I learnt about her the deeper I fell in love. I picked up on her habits and the two of us would often share drinks after shows. 

Then one day everything changed when the rivalry between FTR and The Young Bucks became real. I was quite angry when the bucks beat us for our tag titles but was even more angry when Y/n and I stopped hanging out. My anger continued to grow over the years. In a way I was praying for the downfall of her fiance. I wasn’t stupid I knew she was only with the older man for the money he had to offer. Y/n didn’t wrestle anymore and served as trainer backstage and writer for the show. I knew the job paid well but not good enough for a Birkin bag. 

It made me sick everytime I saw them together. I could love her better than he could. Heck I knew she didn't really love him either. Dax informed me that this crush had turned into an obsession and he was right. Yet, I kept my feelings a secret for three years, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 

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All Out London

I felt like I had been tossing and turning for hours. I couldn't seem to fall asleep. The nerves of the big show kept me awake. I looked at the clock and it read 4:23 AM, too early to start the day but I couldn't stare at the ceiling in my hotel room any longer. I threw on a sweater and headed down to the lobby, hoping the fresh air would help in any form. Just like I suspected the lobby was empty, the drunks had cleared and the morning birds were yet to arrive. I stepped outside to the large balcony on the main floor and was shocked to find Y/n. 

“Can’t sleep?” I asked as I approached her. 

“Nope, you?” She responded

“Nah. I didn’t know you smoked?” I asked Y/n as I watched her place the half gone cigarette between her lips, breathing out the smoke into the gloomy darkness. 

“If my brothers ask, I stopped smoking 10 years ago. It helps me sleep” She said before bringing the cigarette back up to her lips. 

“I think it’s so funny how different you are compared to your brothers” I told Y/n fascinated 

“We are polar opposites. They haven’t had a drink in their lives while I have been drinking since I was 15. Not to mention you know about my little smoking secret.” 

I said nothing, wanting her to continue. “I started smoking when I was 16, I was the trouble maker obviously. I got away with it too and actually technically did quit when I was 20. I only smoke sometimes now. Mostly when I am stressed or I can't sleep”

 “Well, your secret is safe with me.” I told her honestly. In a weird twisted way I was more attracted to her now than before. She stood in front of me with baggy sweatpants and a hoodie that was two sizes too big. She wore no makeup, hair in a messy bun with glasses I have only seen her wear a few times before. She smelt like vanilla and tobacco, her green eyes stared back at me, a mix of exhaustion and desire. 

“If you weren't a sworn enemy of my brothers I would probably have you in my hotel room right now” I choked at the words that left her lips. I could feel my cheeks heat up and get a bit hard with her words. I knew that Y/n was now single but as the time passed the FTR and Bucks rivalry became so intense that it would never work between us. It would be like getting with the enemy. 

I didn’t even know what to say. Y/n left me speechless. I watched as she put out her cigarette and took a step towards me. We were chest to chest, I could smell the smoke on her breath. She didn’t even say anything, she just gave me a look that told me all I needed to know. She wanted me and I wanted her back, I had for years. 

“We really shouldn't be doing this Y/n” The words fell out in a whisper. I was internally punching myself at my choice of words. I knew it was wrong but I needed this.  

“I know baby” Y/n said as she cupped my face and whispered in my ear. “But as you can tell I don’t like following the rules. This is wrong but, don’t they say two wrongs make a right? Me and you can make that right.” I could feel myself getting harder as she continued to speak. “I know you want me, I’ve always known Cash. I’m not stupid. I can feel how bad you want me too” Y/n said in a seductive tone as she palmed my clothed erection. 

I knew this was going to be the only chance I would get so I jumped on it and without hesitation accepted the invite to Y/n’s hotel room. 

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Everything happened so fast, one second we were in the elevator, the next we were ripping each other's clothes off. Y/n left a trail of kisses from my lips to my navel. Kneeling before me like she was about to say a prayer. I could have came right then and there, but I needed to be inside her. I watched as she placed delicate kisses from the tip of my dick all the way to the base before taking me whole in her mouth in one shot. I let out a loud moan at the feeling. After a moment she started to bob her head around my cock. I was lost in pleasure, I could feel precum starting to spill and my orgasm soon approaching. 

It took all of my strength to get her to stop, she almost looked offended. But I knew I needed to cum inside her. I pushed Y/n on the bed and got on top of her. Spreading her legs ever so gently I pushed into her slowly, wanting to savor the moment. As soon as I was balls deep I took no time and started ramming into her as fast as I could. I took one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking the flesh before switching to the other. 

Y/N’s POV

There was something about this that felt so surreal. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would have Cash Wheeler in my hotel room, not to mention the fact that in a few hours he would be going to war with my brothers. None of that mattered though, I was focused on chasing this high. 

Cash was bigger than I expected, he fit me perfectly, stretching me out beautifully, making me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. I could feel he was close, so close. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to hold it, I was determined to make him cum first. I managed to pull him off of me, saying nothing as I looked into his eyes and saw something I never thought I would see, fear. 

Cash’s POV

When Y/n pulled me off of her that was when the reality set in. “Did I hurt you?” I asked, as my eyes scanned over her body, looking for non existent injuries. No response, “Did I do something wrong?” I asked again as I leaned down, placing a delicate kiss on her collarbone. Still nothing. 

She then placed her hands on my chest, drawing shapes on my skin before she pushed me on the bed so she was on top of me. Just before as I was about to speak she cut me off “Shhhh, relax darling you didn’t do anything wrong. I was the one who invited you into my home so I’m in charge” she said as she placed her hands gently on my still hard cock, giving it a rather hard squeeze, before placing kisses once again on my shaft. She then sunk down on me, slowly, it was torturous. Once she bottomed out she stopped for a moment before she started to bounce slowly on my cock. My hands found her hips as I guided her down on me, it took me everything in me not to trust up into her, she must have read my mind as she said “Don’t even think about it” 

She then began to pick up her pace, slamming down on me as hard as she could, our mixed moans sounded like music to my ears. “I can feel your close” Y/n said as she continued to fuck herself on me “Not yet” I told her, still wanting to make her cum first. Just then she stopped completely. “Fuck” I called out, “Please” I begged her. She just gave me a look “Please? I’ll be good I promise!” I cried out, not even recognizing my own voice, that was filled with desperation. “You know what on second thought maybe you’re right. I’m changing my mind, I can have some fun with this, you don’t cum until I say you can, do you understand?” “Yes ma'am” I replied 

Y/n remained still, rubbing her clit as she began to chase her own orgasm, I could feel her squeezing me as she continued to rub violent circles on the swollen bud. Everything was getting too much, I felt like I would die if I didn’t cum right there in then. My hands gripped the sheets, head thrown back into the pillows as she began to slowly bounce on my cock once more. I could feel her get closer and closer as she increased her speed, her hands on my chest as she rode me beautifully. She grabbed one of my hands, placing it on her clit, indicating me to grant her that extra sensation needed for her release. “You’re doing so good baby, almost there” 

She said praising me, I could feel her pussy start to spasm around my cock and I knew I couldn't hold off any longer. “Cum, inside me” that was all I needed to hear as I let go, my orgasm washing over me. Y/n came right after, fucking us both through our hard orgasms. 

It didn’t take long before she collapsed on my chest, the two of us trying to catch our breath, coming down from our hard orgasms. I don’t ever think I had cum so hard in my life. 

We stayed like that for a while, laying in a comfortable silence. I was first to break the silence “What the fuck was that” I said, laughing a bit. “I don’t fucking know” she responded slowley getting off of me, as I noticed the mess we made. “I don’t think you understand how much I needed that” Y/n said, burying her face into a pillow. 

“Not as much as I did” I responded, before I got up to grab a towel to clean us both up.

I knelt carefully between her legs as I cleaned the mixture of our juices. “You know, If I wasn’t so sensitive and exhausted I would have asked you to eat me out right now” She said, looking at me between her thighs. I could feel myself blush at the comment. 

I looked at the clock and it read 5:30 am. Without even thinking about it I went to grab my clothing that was thrown in different parts of the room. “Don’t tell me you're leaving already Cash” Y/n called out in a sad tone. “We don’t need to be at the arena until noon, stay, get some rest, you have a big match coming up and plus you look like shit” she said jokingly “Have you looked at yourself?” I looked like a hot mess. 

I decided to join Y/n in bed, for the few hrs of sleep, that would end up being the best sleep of my life. 

I didn't know what would happen after today but I knew something. No matter what would happen in a few hours I would fight. I would fight for us. Nothing would ever be the same after what happened, in good ways and bad but I knew this would be something worth fighting for.

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[plentyoffandoms]

Main Masterlist ♡ Cash Wheeler Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Oral (m receiving) unprotected sex. Cum swallowing. Unprotected sex, p in v. Mentions anal plug, but no anal.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @princedevitt

Requested by @adamcolesbaybay. Thank you for loving my work, and I hope you like this.

WC: 1225

Daniel - Cash Wheeler ♤ David - Dax Harwood

David was pacing back and forth in front of me, clearly pissed off at the fact that I am facing assault charges.

"How could you be so fucking stupid Daniel?" I zoned him out and looked to the right of him, and glared at her.

Her being his younger sister, who seemed very smug in this moment as she stared back at me. I didn't see or hear David stop talking and pacing, but I sure as hell saw the fingers snapping in front of my face.

"I am pissed off and you two are glaring at one another. Typical. Will you focusing Daniel?"

"Focus on what David? I am corporating with the police. I did not try to run and hide. I am behaving myself."

"By drowning your sorrows in a different woman each night." I wanted nothing more than to throttle her, but David held up his finger at her to silence her. Which, she did not.

"Do not silence me. He is the one who did something dumb, and now he is sleeping with a different woman each night. Probably hoping that they have a magical pussy and can make this all go away."

"David, make her leave. So help me, if she does not leave, I will do something I will regret."

She snorted as she grabbed her bag. "I'm going, I'm going." She was finally gone, and I could breathe, but only for a moment as David was not done lecturing me.

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As I was ready to go out for a drink, and to hopefully pick someone help to help take my frustrations out on, I saw her walk by me with her headphones in, clearing heading to the hotel gym, as she is wearing her work out clothes.

I was still pissed at her comments from earlier, but then again, usually being in her presence makes me angry. Always have, always, will. Ever since David introduced the two of us, we have been at each others throats.

Just as she was near the elevator, I ran up behind her and pulled her back her arm, and slammed her against the wall, with my hand covering her mouth.

She struggled until she saw it was me, and then she glared at me.

"Apologies to me." Was all I said. She rolled her eyes at me and started to speak, but her words were muffled by my hand. I moved my hand.

"Like I will ever apologise to you. Every single word I said was true."

"I don't need this right now." I really didn't.

"Why got a booty call waiting?"

"Even if I did, why be so concerned? Jealous?" I jokingly said the last part, but she turned her head so I couldn't look into her eyes. The air became thick, and I dropped my arms, so I wasn't holding her against the wall anymore.

I took a step back and looked her up and down, trying to gauge her body language. She went to step away, but I stepped with her.

"Daniel, can you just let me go. I need," I cut her off by slamming my lips against hers, waiting for her to slap me or push me away, but she didn't. She wrapped her around me and pulled me closer, wrapping her leg around my waist.

"Room?" I questioned as I pulled back, but she attached her lips to my neck and started to suck and nip at that one spot that has me moaning, but I heard her.

I heard her say, "My room." I picked her up by her ass and she wrapped her other leg around my waist as I walked us to her room.

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Her muffled moans and screams were bouncing off the walls as I fucked her into her mattress, my hips bouncing off her ass. My hand was on her throat as I squeezed it, making her eyes roll back into her head.

I could see her as I was fucking her facing the mirror. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, her mouth open, but I had it covered with my other hand, as I fucked her as hard as I could.

"Thought you could take me, huh?" I moved my hand from her mouth and pulled gripped her hip, pulling her back even harder against my body.

Her mouth was still open, but there was a bit of drool at the corner ox her mouth.

"Fucking you so good, you're drooling for me darling." Her pussy squeezed my cock the more I spoke. "You like it when I talk to you? Like the sound of my voice? Bet you're always wet after we talk, huh?" A weak nod of agreement, and I let go of her throat, moving both arms to wrap around her waist, to pull her back flushed against my chest. The two of us locking eyes in the mirror as I thrusted in and out of her pussy.

"Should have come to you this whole time. Use your holes anyway I chose." I changed the angle of my hips, and I must have hit that spot inside of her because her voice broke as she moaned. "Oh-my-fucking-god, Daniel. Right there."

I slowed down my thrusting, must to her dismay, and dragged my cock out of her pussy and then slammed back in, making sure to angle my hips just right. She screamed my name, and I needed to hear her scream like that again. So I did this a few more times, moving my hand down her body to play with her clit.

That was all she needed, as her whole body went stiff, her pussy squeezing my cock as she came.

She lost her balance and face first into the mattress, and I held her head against the mattress as she screamed through her orgasm.

I fucked her through it, almost finishing inside her myself at the feeling of her cumning around my cock, but I held off.

I continued to fuck her tired body, bringing two more small orgasms out of her before flipping her onto her back and straddling her chest, jerking my cock with one hand.

I gripped her hair and pulled her head off the mattress, and she opened her mouth, and I shoved my cock in her mouth just as I started to cum.

I groaned at the sound of her choking and swallowing my cum. My own eyes wanted to close, but I kept them open to watch her.

Once I was done, I sadly pulled my softening cock from her lips, and she opened her mouth to show me that she swallowed it all.

I collapsed on the bed, tired.

She crawled up the bed to lay down next to me.

"Rest up. I am not with you yet." Was all I said.

"Still frustrated?" I nodded my head.

"Well, let me know when you're ready."

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The next morning, David found the two of us at breakfast, me content, and her having a difficult time sitting.

I mean, she does have an anal plug up there, stretching her out as I will fuck her ass. We tried last night, but no matter the prep, my cock was just to big for her.

So I am stretching her out, and we will try again tonight.

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[heelbucks]

bc im trying to have dreams of chuck taylor (dustin) or cash wheeler (daniel);

could a bestie get smut of either? the kinkiest, dirtiest shite you could think of, then that sweet, tooth decay aftercare?

oh baby - c. wheeler

pairing: daniel (cash) wheeler x fem! reader

warnings: minors dni, heavy smut (breeding kink, public sex, oral [m receiving], road head, [please be careful y’all], ), established relationship, use of real names!! (dax = david, wardlow = michael),

notes: i am an absolute SLUT FOR HIM so ofc i picked cashie bb enjoy ! takes place post trios match at all out! also look at this gif of him he’s such a cute lil shit. do you guys like me writing fully out of kayfabe with their real names? let me know!! maybe i’ll do it more :) also!!! this is easily the longest thing i’ve written in a while so it’s taking me a bit of time!

you sat in guerrilla position with david’s wife and daughter at the edge of your seats. you can see maria slightly cringe every time he lands awkwardly and sells a move perfectly. “i know he’s not seriously hurt, but i’m so proud of him, he’s such a good actor.” she says when she can finally breathe again as michael tags in.

you two get so wrapped up in watching your partners that the tiny harwood almost misses her cue. tony khan gently rushes her outside and you can’t miss the look of awe on her mothers face as the men in the ring let her get her “first win”.

daniel was always so good with his goddaughter, he really would do anything for her

as the boys file backstage, daniel drops his belts and swoops you up into his arms. “there’s my favorite cheerleader. whatcha think of the match babydoll?” he asked you in between kissing you all over your face. “amazing as always, danny.” you giggled as he placed you down.

you both looked over at the family next to you and shared the same thought. “i really do love how sweet you are with kids. i can’t wait to have a baby with you.” you whispered in his ear, placing a quick kiss below it. his adrenaline and testosterone already pumping through his veins, daniel pulled you closer to him via a tight grip on your ass. “is that so doll? why don’t we get a head start on that then? can’t wait to come home and see you being my cute lil housewife.” he was practically growling in your ear when you physically dragged him away. “sorry we’d love to stay for the after party but these cramps are killing me. maria, text me when you guys get in okay? congratulations again david and michael!” nobody had time to register what has happening, but david knew his best friend and he sat there laughing to himself while you two sprinted to the cars, making a quick stop for him to change out of his gear.

barely making it into the large rental car, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. daniel’s large hands wrapped tightly around you lifting you up with ease. “tell me why i can’t take you right here again?” his words come out breathlessly as he places kiss after kiss down your neck. before you could answer you heard a few camera clicks and laughed. “that’s why. don’t need other people to witness our first kid getting made.”

daniel opened up your door and ran to the driver side and started the drive to the hotel. the entire time his hand was clenching your thigh and yours was sliding across his lap. as you passed over his cock, you gave it a little squeeze. “babydoll, don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, or i might have to pull over right now.”

looking up at him with a smirk, you unbutton your seatbelt and lean across the center console. “who said i wasn’t gonna finish?”. you pull down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion. his length bounces slightly against his tummy and you lean down to give a little kiss to the tip. you slowly take little by little into your mouth, your boyfriend above you gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are white. “fuckin hell baby.” you hear from above you.

as you hollow out your cheeks and get into more of a rhythm, daniel finally starts to relax, one of his hands making it’s way to the back of your head to hold it down. not paying full attention, he drives over a speed bump, sending his cock against the back of your throat. “shit, sorry doll. damn that felt good.”

as you two pulled into the hotel parking lot, you sat up straight, wiping the spit and precum from your mouth. “that, was fun. we’re doing that again when we get home.” you smiled at your boyfriend while he adjusted himself and made it slightly less obvious he got one of the best blowjobs of his life.

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once inside your room, daniel locked the door and dropped everything. “let’s get a baby in you then, future mrs. wheeler.” he pulled you in close, his large hands easily gripping onto your waist and pushed you gently onto the bed. as you landed with a bounce and a giggle, you get up on your knees to kiss him. he pulls away to peal off his shirt and practically rips yours off. you lay back and pull down your leggings and roll over so your ass is in his face.

daniel quickly gets rid off his pants again, and you feel the bed dip as he climbs onto it. “normally, i’d have you ride my face until you’re crying. but tonight, you’re not leaving this bed until you’re knocked up.” his voice is deep and sends a chill down your spine as he pulls your panties to the side and slowly pushes one finger in. “oh you like that don’t you? you just can’t wait for me to fill you up, get you nice and full with my kid?”

to be continued?

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[grayson-baller]

Can I request from the nsfw prompts 25, 49, & 67 with Cash Wheeler?

Cash Wheeler -- Headcanon

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 581

pairing: fem!reader & Cash Wheeler

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masterlist: ++

tags: @shelickedthebeater @legit9thlunaticwarrior @stxrrlightwrites13

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prompts:

nsfw list:

25 -- "You can take it."

49 -- "Open your mouth, baby."

67 -- "Look what you did to me. I had to deal with this all day."

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“Look what you did to me. I had to deal with this all day.” Cash spoke, sneaking behind you to wrap your arms around you. “Sent me that picture this morning. Been hard for you all day, peach.”

To emphasize his point, Cash rocked his hips forward, hardness pressing against you. You whimpered at the feeling of him, knowing he spent the day hard for you. You knew the feeling. Too many times you spent the day with dampness between your legs, wanting your man.

“Yeah?” You teased, pressing back against him, his turn to groan at the contact. “You feel so good.” You taunted, rubbing against him. As much as it was teasing him, you were teasing yourself too.

He pulled you tighter against him, hands on your hips as he held onto you as he rocked into you. Just like that, Cash took control back of the situation, your resolve fell away quickly. Truthfully, you loved when he was in control.

“Naughty little peach, ain’t ya?” He groaned, hips rolling against you. You whimpered at the feeling, head falling back against him. “None of that, baby. You caused this little problem, and that mouth of yours is going to fix it for me.”

Clenching your thighs together to ease the ache you felt, you whimpered at the thought. Wordlessly, you nodded your head before sinking to your knees.

“What a good girl.” Cash praised, hand under your chin as he raised your head up. “Take me out of my pants, peach.” He demanded.

His instruction swirling in your head, adding heat between your legs. You instantly reached for him, unbuttoning his jeans as you pulled the denim down some. He helped you, kicking the article of clothing out to the side.

“So big,” you mused, running your finger over his bulge in his tight boxer briefs. He grunted at that, eyes never leaving you. “So hard.” You spoke, squeezing him once. “All for me.”

“Fucking right, peach.” He confirmed, reaching for your face to run his finger over your bottom lip. “Just like that’s my pussy, this is your cock.” You grinned at that. “Now take me out, baby.”

You obeyed. Licking your lips, you tugged on the waistline, pulling them down. His cock bobbed out, hard and your mouth watered at the sight. You loved this, being on your knees for him. Pleasuring him.

“Cash,” you whimpered, clenching your thighs again. He chuckled, pushing your hands away from him. He gripped himself, stroking a few times. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you.

“Open your mouth, baby.” He said, chuckling when you did. “Good girl. Hungry for my cock, hmm? That’s my sweet peach.”

Wrapping your lips around him, you swirl your tongue around the tip. The sound that came from him went straight between your legs, adding to the wet heat pooling inside of you.

Once you finally manage to get every thick inch of him inside your mouth, he smiles at you. “That’s my good girl.”

He pulls his hips back slightly, grinning at you before thrusting forward. You gag around his cock, drool dripping from your mouth at the sudden intrusion.

You look up at him, eyes pleading as he begins to fuck your mouth. He runs a hand across your cheek, looking at you.

“Good girl, peach. Look at you choking on my cock. Yeah, that’s it, baby.” He said, thrusting forward once more. “You can take it.”

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[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Walk Funny (Cash Wheeler x Reader x Dax Harwood)

Warnings: smut, 18+ only, threesome, descriptive sexual acts

A/N:  So this is it. My first and probably last threesome. I dedicate this to @springgirlwaiting4fall​ and @im-just-a-mississippi-girl​. You are the best. I apologize, this turned out to be a 4.4k word monster. I hope you will enjoy this at least a little bit. Not proofread.

You watched in awe when your boys beat both Roppongi Vice and United Empire to win the IWGP tag team championship and became 7 Star FTR. They deserved this more than anyone else. Finally, the years of training and all the hard work they put in to be the best tag team in the world paid off. As they made their way to the back, everyone at the Gorilla position clapped and congratulated them. You smiled to yourself when they got the praise they earned and needed, from both their boss as well as their fellow wrestlers. For a brief moment, Cash's eyes met yours, and he smiled brightly at you. You applauded him and then looked over to Dax, who also grinned in your direction. You returned the smile and patted your left shoulder, silently asking him if he was okay. He meekly nodded as a response before their focus was taken away from you. They still had a lot of work to do, so you patiently waited backstage for them. You secretly hoped you would celebrate their win at the hotel once they were finished. So you sat there, scrolling through twitter and instagram to see the reactions of tonight's events, all while you remembered the first time the three of you had your special celebration...or well, the little you could recall of it.

To be honest, the whole night was one big blur to you...and Dax. The only one to know what had happened was Cash, because unlike you, he hadn't been wasted that night. When you woke up in the morning, completely naked in between your two friends, who were just as bare as you, you freaked out, trying to wiggle your way out of their embrace. In doing so, you woke both of them, which resulted in a just as freaked out Dax who tried his hardest to cover him up as fast as possible, and a clearly amused Cash. "You two don't remember a damn thing, do ya?" He chuckled. Dax shook his head while you just stared at the younger man, waiting for an explanation. "Well, Y/N, you and Dax had a little too much to drink last night, and you let it slip that you wanted to have sex with us. Both of us. At the same time. Then Mr. Harwood over here liked the idea so much that he basically dragged the two of us out of the bar, to his hotel room." Cash looked between Dax and you, and after a short pause that seemed like an eternity to you, added. "And then we had sex." Your eyes grew big in shock, and you shivered, finally realizing you sat on the bed with everything on display for the two men in front of you. You hastily grabbed the blanket to cover yourself, and as a result exposed Cash and Dax to your eyes. No matter how hard you tried to avoid staring at their most private parts, you couldn't. Your eyes roamed all over their bodies and before you even realized it, you spoke. "Was...was it any good?" A thunderous laughter left Cash's mouth and bounced off the walls of the hotel room as he stood up from the bed, completely unashamed of his nudity. "It was fucking fantastic", he replied, pressing a sweet kiss on your cheek. "We should do it again sometime."

And you did. Every time there was a cause for celebration, the three of you ended the nights wrapped around each other's bodies. And Cash was right: it was fantastic. Soon, there didn't need to be a reason for you to use as an excuse to make love to these two, you just enjoyed yourselves whenever you felt like it. And tonight would not be any different...

So when the two men finally made their way over to you, bags slung over their shoulders, all the tag team gold in their hands, you grew excited. As they came to a stop next to you, you took both their bags with a determined look in your eyes that told both of them not to argue about it. "You carry the gold, I'll carry the rest." With those words you walked over to your rental car and put the bags in the trunk before sitting in the driver's seat.

The drive to the hotel was silent, the air thick with anticipation. When you entered the elevator, each one leaning against a different wall, none of you said a word. Dax smiled to himself when he noticed the little looks you and Cash exchanged every now and then: both pretending to not look at the other, and when your eyes accidently met, a shy smile graced both your lips. He thought it was funny how your behavior was about to change. It was always the same with you...

Once you were in your hotel room, the door behind you closed, you two were all over each other like teenagers. The bags you carried were thrown into the corner of the room. Your lips crashed on Cash's while he tucked at your shirt. Within seconds, shoes and clothes were carelessly tossed around, hands roaming all over each other. There was a certain urgency to every movement your bodies made, a need and desire that left no room for a proper, slow foreplay. Dax watched intently until both of you wore nothing but your underwear. In the beginning, he had felt left out whenever this happened, like he was just a silent watcher and not part of the fun, but he soon learned to cherish this moment. The way Cash's and your body moved together turned him on so much. He eyed the growing bulge in Cash's briefs before he got distracted by you. Although your lips were still connected to Cash's, tongues fighting for dominance while soft moans left your mouth, your right hand left Cash's half hard cock to blindly reach into the room in an attempt to get ahold of Dax. When he noticed, he took your hand and let himself be pulled towards you. You pecked the younger man's lips one last time before you turned around to face Dax.

The smile you wore took his breath away for a second. He was amazed at how quickly your pace changed. The hurried making out with Cash was replaced by a soft touch to Dax's face. You cupped his cheek with your free hand and tenderly pressed your lips on his. Dax wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him. Just as he wanted to take his shirt off, you took his hands in yours to stop him. "Wait, let me." There was something beautiful about undressing Dax. While you always seemed to be in a hurry to get Cash naked, Dax was like a christmas present to you. Delicately wrapped, you were mindful to not get any wrinkles in his clothes or toss them around. He'd usually get flustered the less he wore, unable to comprehend why you'd admire his body the way you did. He physically was a beast, broad shoulders and thick thighs being his trademark; yet every movement he made during sex was to bring you the pleasure he thought you deserved. He always put you first, and treated you like a queen. You slowly got rid of his shirt, then got down to untie his shoes and take off his socks. When you got back up and kissed him again, more passionate this time, you felt Cash move closer behind you, unclasping your bra and pressing his lips on your shoulder. While your hands roamed over Dax's chest before palming his hard on, you grinded your ass against Cash. All three of you moaned at the interaction before you took off Dax's jeans and took a step back from both men, who now wore nothing but their briefs. You grinned at them. "It's time to show my champs just how proud I am of them." You merely whispered as you got on your knees in front of them, slowly pulling down the bald man's underwear before Cash's, needy eyes watching both cocks spring free. The way the two men looked at you in anticipation, eyes hungry and excited for what's to come, sent a shiver down your spine. You took each in your hands and slowly, teasingly pumped their cocks. Then, you licked the tip of Cash's cock and started sucking on it, all while jerking off Dax. After you bobbed your head a few times, you switched to Dax and did the same to him. With each switch between them, you took them down a little further until their dicks hit the back of your throat. It turned both men's brains to mush, unable to form a full sentence. They both just looked down at you, eyes never leaving your mouth as you worked both.

The power you had over them once you had their dicks in your mouth, the way you were in control made you moan around them, leaving each of them a groaning mess. At some point, when their moans turned louder and louder, you knew it was time for their special treatment. It didn't take you long to find out what each of them enjoyed the most in bed, and you were more than willing to give them what they craved.

So you turned your body to fully face Dax, taking him all the way down your throat one last time, hallowing your cheeks before you let his dick slide out of your mouth. As you started jerking him off again, you looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back down, because he also knew what was about to come. You licked along his shaft one last time, tracing the vein prominent and then moved down to press light kisses on his balls. He threw his head back when you took one of them in your mouth, massaging it with your tongue. "Shit, Y/N."

He groaned after some time, eyes darting down at you. He loved the way his hard cock dangled right over your face while you sucked his balls. You moaned again when you took in all two at once, sucking hard on both of them. Dax's body shivered at the interaction, before he noticed Cash placing a hand on the back of your head. For a moment, Dax had forgotten he was there too. "I think it's time you pay some attention to Cash...He seems needy." He chuckled a bit, but was honestly glad he found an excuse to make you stop. He knew he was close to his release, and also painfully aware he was too tired to go for another round. So he stepped back, trying to calm himself down so he'd last long enough.

Your hands gently rubbed Cash's thigh as you turned your focus to the younger man. Then they travelled upwards and gripped his hands in yours, guiding them close to your face. You placed a kiss on the inside of each of his hands and brought them to the sides of your head. Then, you smiled up at him and slowly opened your mouth. He ran his thumb over your cheek before pushing his cock in. "You're such a good girl, Y/N. You always know what we want." He said as he slowly started to fuck your face. With each thrust, he went down your throat a little further, being careful not to choke you with his dick. Your eyes were glued to his face, taking in each and every movement of his features: the way he pressed his eyes shut when he was all the way down your throat, the way his mouth hung open each time you moaned around his cock, the way his breath hitched every now and then, and the crooked smile that spread across his face when you brought your hands up to squeeze his ass. Everything about him screamed pure sex. After a few last rough thrusts, he pulled you up by your shoulders and hungrily kissed you.

"I think it's time we return the favor, huh, Dax?" He made it sound like a question, but all three of you knew it wasn't. Then he picked you up bridal style and walked over to the bed where he tossed you on it, eliciting a soft giggle from you. He plopped down next to you and trailed kisses along your neck, hands slowly moving up and down your stomach before pulling down your already soaked panties. His lips travelled along your collarbone, nibbling at the sensitive skin before he moved to pay some attention to your heaving chest. He gently kneaded both your breasts before he peppered them with small kisses until he finally flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud and started sucking. A lustful moan left your mouth when he did, and you were so focused on Cash that you didn't realize Dax moving down between your legs, tenderly spreading them. So you were completely taken by surprise when you felt him licking a stripe through your folds. You gasped, head shooting off the pillows to look down at him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, eyes never leaving yours as he expertly sucked in your clit. "Fuck, Dax. Just like that." One of your hands moved down to run your fingers over his bald head, the other hand desperately clawed at Cash's back. Dax spread your legs even further, running his tongue up and down your sensitive pearl. You arched your back as he worked you, sending waves of pleasure all through your body. The way his tongue darted out to roll your bundle of nerves around, combined with the way he knew just how hard to suck on it was just heavenly. There was no one on earth that was better at giving head than Dax Harwood. He didn't even need to finger you to make you cum. He just needed his tongue to turn you into a puddle of goo. Cash still sucked and bit down at your nipples, adding to the pleasure Dax brought you. "He's making you feel so good, right?" Cash asked when he moved his lips from your chest up to your neck which earned him a lustful groan of Dax that vibrated against your skin.

God, you loved how talkative Cash was. Despite being the more silent and reserved one of the two, when it came to sex, he liked to make sure you knew how good you made him feel...or how good Dax made you feel. He praised both of you equally, and it turned the two of you on so much. "So - fucking - good." You pressed out between moans, making sure you made eye contact with Dax again when you spoke. The look in his eyes, dark with lust, sent a shiver down your spine. Your breathing became more and more labored, your moans changing from deep growls to high pitched yelps, legs shaking around Dax's head. You felt the heat rise in your lower stomach with each passing second. You were close. So close. The two men noticed too, trying everything to give you your well deserved first release of the night.

"Come on baby, cum for us. Show Dax just how good he's taking care of you." Cash's lips were now right by your ear, ghosting over your earlobe before playfully biting down at it, all while pinching your hard nipples.

Dax moaned again as he sucked on your clit, and combined with Cash's words, you completely let lose, legs trapping the bald man's head while you moaned his name and after a few moments your body went limp. Dax lapped up your juices as if he was afraid of spilling a single drop.

Both men stood up from the bed to look down at the mess they made out of you. While Cash just smiled, Dax licked his lips a few times, still tasting you on them. When you slowly came down from your high, you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes roaming over both their bodies, focusing on their hard ons.

"I need to feel you." You whispered. "Both of you. Now. Please."

The tag partners shared a look and grinned at each other. "She's really cute when she's needy, don't ya think so, Dax?" Cash stated, and Dax hummed as response. You got up on all fours and crawled along the bed until you were right in front of their cocks. As you lifted yourself up on your knees, your hands interlocked behind Dax's head, pulling him down for a needy kiss, which resulted in him moaning in your mouth. You could still taste yourself on his lips. When you moved to kiss Cash, your tongue licking his lips, he snaked his arms around your back and gently pushed you down on the bed again, laying on top of you. He kissed you back, almost innocently and then rolled around so you were on top of him, his lips never leaving yours. As you straddled his lap, you pressed open mouth kisses along his neck, down to his chest, while you mumbled sweet nothings against his skin. He sighed at your touch and if you were being honest, you wanted to tease him, make him real desperate for you. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't deny the fact that you needed him just as much, so you brought your hand down between your bodies and guided his cock against your entrance, slowly sinking down on him. A low moan escaped your lips: Cash always filled you up so good. He groaned as he grabbed your thighs, trying to urge you to move right away, but you needed a moment to get used to his size. When you started rolling your hips, you threw your head back and got completely lost in the moment. "Fuck, Cash. So good." The words were dripping with lust, you were completely blissed out. A low growl left his lips before he started thrusting his hips up to meet your movements, the sound of skin clashing against skin filling the room. After a few moments your heard a faint click behind you, felt the bed dip and Dax's hand gently rubbing your butt cheeks. Cash paused his movements, his cock buried inside your pussy, letting his friend get you prepared for more fun.

Dax had spread the lube on his fingers as well as his cock and was now pushing one finger inside your ass, slowly pumping in and out. It always felt uncomfortable at first, until he found the angle that made you whimper. When that happened, he added another finger and started scissoring so you were ready for his cock. Cash started moving again too, shallowly thrusting up. "Dax, please. I need more."

He didn't answer verbally, but pulled his fingers out of you, positioning himself at your entrance, while his mouth went to your shoulder gently biting down on it as he slowly entered you.

Your face momentarily distorted from the pain and your upper body collapsed onto Cash's chest. The man underneath you gently stroked your hair and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. "You're doing so good, babygirl." His voice was soothing and you soon relaxed again, smiling against his skin before you lifted yourself up from Cash, looking behind you at Dax and nodding your head in his direction - your silent permission for him to start moving.

As soon as he thrusted in you, he grunted. "Damn, Y/N,  you're so fucking tight."

Waves of pleasure rushed through your whole body as Dax gently fucked your ass. Soon, Cash started moving again as well. In the beginning, you were always surprised how the two of them found the perfect rhythm right away, but then it dawned on you: these two knew each other like the back of their hands. There was a reason why they were considered one of the best tag teams of all time; and it was the fact they they worked together like a well-oiled machine. There was a blind understanding between them others could not comprehend, not even you.

Your moans became more rapid, and as much as you enjoyed the tender treatment, you needed more. "Harder, boys. Don't hold back. Make me walk funny for a week." The two of them shared a look and smiled at each other. They always loved it when you wanted it rough. Without wasting another second, they started pounding like it would be the last chance they ever got. One would slide in while the other would pull out until only the tip remained inside you. You arched your back in pleasure, hands on Cash's chest to keep you up straight. Cash brought his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek, thumb tracing your lips. Your eyes were glossy when you looked down at him while you opened your mouth and started sucking on his thumb which resulted in Cash's mouth hanging slighty open from pleasure. Sometimes he wondered what took you so long to finally have sex. You've been friends for years before it first happened, and he had always been attracted to you. Same with Dax. But for some reason, the thought that the attraction worked both ways never crossed their minds. Or maybe it was just too sinful to even think about it. But that one night, when you had one too many drinks and admitted just how much you wanted them, definitely was the best night of his life.

He groaned once more before he removed his thumb from your mouth and turned his attention to Dax behind you. "I think we should start to really fuck her. What do you think, Dax?"

"Fuck yes!" He growled as his left hand ran along your back up to your neck. It snaked around your throat and stayed there, pulling you backwards against his chest. Cash's hands moved up to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and roughly pinching your hard nipples. Then, without further warning, both of them thrusted into you at the same time, setting a relentless pace. The way their two cocks filled you up in a way you didn't think was possible was driving you wild. They were stretching you so deliciously it felt like they were rubbing against each other with every thrust.

"Oh my God, Dax, Cash, just like that. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop." You cried out as you felt the burning sensation in your lower stomach rise. You pressed your eyes shut, only focusing on the sounds that filled the room: Cash's soft moans, your desperate whimpers, Dax's low growls, and skin slapping rapidly against skin...it had to be the hottest thing you ever heard.

"Damn, Cash, do you feel that? She's gotta be close; clenching around me like crazy."

"Yeah, I feel it too. She's getting so tight, I barely fit in anymore."

Okay, THAT had to be the hottest thing you ever heard, these two talking about you like you weren't even there. Just as you wanted to reply, Dax brought his free hand between your legs, pressing his index and middle finger against your clit before rubbing rough circles. All words left your body, all you could do was whimper. Your whole body was on fire, their hands caressing your most sensitive parts. Tears streamed down your face as the most intense orgasm you ever had ripped through you, making every nerve tingle with pleasure. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while Cash and Dax fucked you through your orgasm, clenching uncontrollably around their cocks. Dax could feel your low moans vibrate in your throat.

It didn't take long until Cash felt his climax approach. He wanted to pull out and move away from under you, jerking himself off on your tits, like he usually did. As soon as you felt him move, you grabbed his wrists, making him stop dead in his tracks. "Wait, don't go, baby. Cum in me. I need to feel you. Both of you. Please, I want it so bad. Fill me up."

He paused for a moment, uncertain of what to do. When his eyes met Dax's, who was close himself, the bald man just nodded at his younger partner before he let out one last lustful groan, stopped all movements, and came in your ass. Both of you shuddered at the sensation before Dax rested his forehead against your shoulder, sloppily pressing light kisses on your skin.

Your eyes were glued to Cash's, who thrusted a few more times into you until he too stopped moving, coating your walls with his seed. He lifted his upper body up, snaked his arms around your body and cradled his face against your chest.

The three of you stayed like this, you wrapped up between their bodies, slowly coming down from your highs. After some time, you felt Dax move away from behind you to leave for the bathroom. You wanted to follow him to get cleaned up, but as soon as your feet hit the ground, your knees gave in and you almost collapsed on the floor, only able to steady yourself by leaning against the wall. Cash quickly got up to aid you, but couldn't suppress the laughter leaving his mouth. When he saw you frown, he chuckled a bit. "Well, to be fair, you wanted us to fuck you so you'd walk funny." You snickered as you wrapped your arms around his waist to steady yourself. Just then, Dax returned with a washcloth to clean you up. When he was finished, Cash lifted you up bridal style and layed you down on the bed before snuggling up behind you. Dax joined you, laying in front of you, pressing his forehead against yours. You gently pecked his lips and smiled at him. "I can't wait until you guys become 8 Star FTR." Both men laughed before cuddling as close as possible to you, the three of you slowly dozing off to sleep.

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Maybe We Should Argue More Often

Pairing: Cash Wheeler x female!reader

Category: Smut

Word count: 2,340

Summary: After an argument with your boyfriend Cash, you both find yourselves giving one another the silent treatment. Cash gets fed up with the childishness of it and wants to apologize, but you aren’t having it just yet. Cash decides it’s time to take matters into his own hands.

Warnings: Swearing, my attempt at smut, female reader but no description of reader, she/her pronouns, protected sex, dirty talk/praise, my attempt at Soft Dom!Cash, brief fingering, p in v sex

A/N: I haven’t ever written smut, so this is my first attempt! I hope it’s at least semi good. 🤞🏻

Requested by: @wheeler-omega-kingston Hope you enjoy it hun! 😘

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Smut Prompt #14 - “Bite me.” “If you insist.”

You and Cash had an argument earlier in the day, and you honestly couldn’t remember what it was about; you just remember that you’re pissed at him. The pair of you had been giving each other the silent treatment as well as avoiding one another as much as possible in your shared home. What you do remember is Cash shouting at you, and he never shouts at you; he doesn’t even raise his voice at you. That hurt, stung even, but you also remember him saying, “I wish you’d just leave me alone!” so you’re doing just that, what he more or less demanded.

The longer you and Cash kept the silent treatment going, the more guilty he felt. He doesn’t remember what the argument was about either, much less who started it, but all the things he said to you were eating away at him. He hated you being pissed off at him, especially considering it was a rare occasion. He decided enough was enough and stood up from the couch, heading to the bedroom where you stormed off to.

He stopped in front of the bedroom door, listening to gage what you could be doing. Should he knock? Should he just barge in? How should he start the ‘I’m sorry’ conversation? It’s extremely rare these arguments happen, and Cash is at a loss on how to approach you, how to apologize after some of the things he said in the heat of the moment. He kept listening but never heard you move around the room, talking on the phone, or the water running in the bathroom.

He finally decided to knock. He waited a few minutes, maybe you were in the bathroom, maybe you were reading, or maybe you were changing clothes. He continued to wait until he had enough. After five minutes, he didn’t care what you were doing; he just wanted you happy again, to apologize, to do whatever it took to be in your good graces again. He turned the door knob and barged in, only to find you still fuming on the bed, scrolling through your phone.

“Can we talk? I want to apologize. I’m sorry for all those things I said. I should’ve thought about it more before I let them slip out. I hate you being pissed at me.” He cautiously sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving your face. If he was being honest with himself, he thought you were sexy when you were mad; he just didn’t like that you were mad at him.

After he finished his little speech, you glared up at him, still fuming. “Bite me.” You growled, not ready to forgive him just yet. You watch your boyfriend’s face slowly turn mischievous, the sexiest smirk on his lips.

“If you insist.” He voice deepens and his eyes darken with lust, taking your words as a challenge. He grabs your phone from your hands and places it on the bedside table, turning back to you. You haven't moved an inch, too turned on by the dominance that’s radiating off Cash. You bite your lip, trying to keep it together the best you can; you don’t want him to win just yet.

Cash takes in your appearance, anger finally gone, replaced with want and lust. He knows he’s got you right where he wants you. He sees the way you’re biting your lip, the way your eyes are trailing over his body, the way your fingers are twitching, just dying to to touch him. He slowly climbed on top of you, arms on either side of you, caging you in. He swiped his tongue across his lips, wetting them. “You’re just being a brat now, you know that? Challenging me, not accepting my apology, ignoring me, avoiding me. Maybe you need to be reminded who I am, who you are, how all this works.” Cash taunts, ever so subtly leaning down towards your lips as he speaks, eyes never leaving yours. You remain frozen and swallow, finding your mouth and throat dry and dangerously close to caving and kissing him with all you have in you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. Cash brings his mouth to your ear. “What’s the matter, love? You know I like when you use your words.” He whispers, his breath tickling your ear. You nod, closing your eyes, reveling in the moment. Cash brings his head back up, and gently yet firmly grasps your chin. “Open your eyes, love.” He commanded, a stern look on his handsome face. You obey, eyes popping open to be met with his, and you’ve never felt more turned on in your entire life. “That’s my girl. You gonna listen to me now?” He asks, still holding your chin.

“Y-yes.” You managed to stammer out. You couldn’t keep fighting him any longer, and if he hadn’t had a hold of your chin you would have had your lips on his in a heartbeat. Finally caving in completely, you let out a whine and attempt to lift your hips up to meet his, forgetting about the fact that you’re both fully clothed.

Cash lets out a low chuckle, removing his hand from your chin and sitting up, straddling you; he keeps his eyes on yours shaking his head. “Patience, love. It’s all gonna be worth the agonizing wait.” He tells you as he makes a show of ridding himself of his shirt, showing off his strong, muscular upper body. At this point, you’re all but drooling over him. You know you shouldn’t, but you sit up and quickly latch your lips onto his, clinging to him as you did so.

He gives in momentarily, kissing you back with want and need. He eventually pulls away, a wicked smile on his lips as he shakes his head. “You did it now, love.” Cash makes quick work of ridding you of your clothing, but continues his little strip tease from moments ago. He knows your dying to get your mouth on him, or your hands, whichever you manage first. He pushes you back down on the bed. His eyes trailed down your body, his desire for you building with each passing second. He leans down, lightly dragging his fingertips along your skin, first from your cheek to your chest, pausing to admire your breasts. He can’t help but to get his hands on them, kneading, kissing, licking, and sucking on them both.

You gasped as the feeling of finally having his hands and mouth on you. “Cash….” You moan in hopes he’ll slip a hand down between you both, to give you some sort of attention where you dripping with desire for him.

Cash trails kisses this time from your breast down to your stomach, his hands still on your breasts. You attempt once more to lift your hips up, to get his attention, to get some sort of relief, some sort of friction in between your legs, but you have no such luck. Cash removes his hands from your breasts and places them on your hips, gripping firmly. “Patience, love.” He almost growls. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough. Now be a good girl for me.” You whine in protest which earns you gentle yet firm slap to the thigh, close your core.

“Cash!” You moan out in pleasure and slight pain. You know he’d never hurt you intentionally, no matter how good either one of you were feeling. That wasn’t the type of guy was in or out of the bedroom. He loved you, respected you, and he would do anything for you.

He finally moved from your stomach down to your core. He placed a feather light kiss on the inside of each of your thighs. You struggled to not press your luck, especially with him right there. He glanced up at you, smirking, knowing you wanted to all but shove his head down to your core. He slid a finger in you, slowly, feeling just how soaked you were for him. “Damn, baby. Who did this to you?” He asked, pretending to be clueless all while a shit eating grin played on his lips. You were trying so hard to focus on staying still because you know the more obedient you are the quicker he’ll give into you, and trying to gather your thoughts to answer him.

Any other time, you would have rolled your eyes at him. “You…” You breathlessly whispered.

“I didn’t hear that, baby. What did you say?” He questioned, adding a second finger and entering you, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a slightly quick pace this time.

“You, Cash! You!” You shouted as you felt him add a second finger and finally give you some type of friction, even if it was slower than what you wanted.

“You’re damn right it was me.” The smug look on his face would have earned him a smack to the back of his head, but in this situation, it was hot. He knew how much he turned you on just like you knew how much you turned him on. He was hard, painfully hard, but he couldn’t pass up teasing you. He continued to prep you, and when he knew you were ready, he withdrew his fingers, earning a whimper from you. “Relax, baby. You’ll love this so much better.” Cash reached over and opened the top drawer of the bedside table, retrieving a condom, rolling it on. He lined himself up at your entrance and slowly eased himself into you.

“Oh, fuck…. Baby…” You moaned at the feeling of his size slowly entering you, filling you up completely, like you two were meant to be.

You had your head thrown back and back arched, nails digging into Cash’s back, eliciting a moan from him. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” He praised. He waited for your cue to move. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait much longer.

“Move. Please move, baby.” You whimpered desperately, once you adjusted to the size of him. You needed him to move; you’ve been patient like he kept emphasizing. Cash’s lips found yours, kissing you with so much need, want, desire, and passion you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

Cash began moving like you practically begged him to. He started off slow but after a few thrusts he was picking up the pace, moaning and grunting against your lips. He moved his lips down to your neck, and you knew your neck would be littered with hickeys, love bites, whatever you wanted to call them. He kept a decent pace, not slow but now too fast, much to your dismay.

“Faster… please….” You begged him to pick up the pace. You could feel your orgasm steadily approaching. Cash could feel his own orgasm approaching as well, so he complied, thrusting faster and shifting the two of you so he could go deeper. He had no issue finding that sweet spot, and you knew you really wouldn’t last much longer now.

“Feels so good, babygirl. Look so…” He trailed off focusing on hitting that sweet spot to hear you scream his name. “Pretty begging for me…” He finished his dirty praise in between thrusts.

He accomplished his goal of getting you to scream his name. He hit that sweet spot over and over. “Fuck! Cash!” You scream in pleasure, closer and closer to your release with every thrust.

Cash wasn’t far behind. Your walls clenching around him, the sounds you were making because of him, and that dirty talk had him inching closer and closer as well.

Cash picked up the pace more, moving fast and rougher now, not able to hold on too much longer. He knew you were right there with him by the way you were squirming and the sounds you were making, your breathing matching his.

You had drug your nails into his strong, muscular back, leaving scratches each time he hit that sweet spot. You weren’t sure who would have it worse when it was all over, you with your neck covered in hickeys, or him with his back covered in scratch marks. At this moment you didn’t care. You only cared about how good you were making each other feel.

Cash slipped a hand in between the two of you, rubbing quick circles on your sensitive bud, thrusting a fast pace. “Come on, love. I’m so close.” He pleaded desperately, not wanting to release without you.

Just a few more thrusts hitting your sweet spot and his fingers rubbing you at the same time was overwhelming you. Upon hearing the desperation in Cash’s voice, you knew he was more than ready and so were you. “I’m so close too, baby….” You panted, your walls tightening around him. He hit that sweet spot once again, sending you over the edge. “Fuck… Cash!” You screamed out as you hit your climax.

Cash thrust one final time, feel you tighten and clench around him, and your juices spilling onto him; it was all it took for him to climax as well. “Fuck!” You both rode out your highs before Cash pulls off the condom, tossing it into the trash can by the bedside table, and collapsing on his side of the bed. The pair of you were exhausted and out of breath.

“Damn. Maybe we should argue more often.” He joked, still catching his breath. You looked over at him, still catching your breath as well, and smack his chest, letting out a laugh.

“We can do that whenever you want, big boy.” You winked, half-joking.

He laughed, pulling you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest after you place a kiss over his heart. “I love you.” You whispered, adrenaline wearing off, and your eyes slowly closing.

“I love you, beautiful.” Cash replied, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, sleep beginning to overtake him as well.

#cash wheeler #cash wheeler x reader #cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler imagines #cash wheeler smut #cash wheeler fanfic #cash wheeler fanfiction #aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #aew imagines #aew fanfic #aew fic #aew fanfiction

[omegahime]

cash wheelers the kind of boyfriend to fuck you to pieces and give you a back massage afterwards

#{ : mei’s thoughts } #cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler smut #cash wheeler headcanon #aew smut #aew imagines #aew headcanons

[wardlowsbabydoll]

Cash Wheeler Masterlist

August (fluff)

Victory (smut)

#cash wheeler #cash wheeler smut #cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler fluff #cash wheeler angst #cash wheeler headcanons

[josiewrites]

Can I please get 🍷or 👄 for Cash Wheeler?

🍷 tipsy sex headcanon

I actually did the make out one for Cash earlier. He's slowly becoming one of my favorites.

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The music of the bar bumped faintly in my ears as Cash trapped me against the wall in an intense kiss. I sighed into the kiss, then gasped as his hands made their way up my skirt.

"Cash!" I whispered harshly. "We're gonna get caught!" But I couldn't keep the smile off my face. Cash was always ready to take me, and even more so when he drinks.

"Thought you liked the thrill, babydoll," he teased, wrapping one of my legs around him as the other hand rubbed my now damp panties against my core.

"Yes," I said weakly, my hips rolling into his touch. This is something we'd both talked about beforehand, but there was one minor complication to the scenario. "But what about Dax?"

Cash smirked as he freed himself and pushed my underwear aside. "If he shows up, he can watch or join." He let out a groan as he plunged into my waiting heat. "Just like normal, right baby?"

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I Love You 

Summary: The rivalry between House Of Black and FTR reached a new level when they brought up Dax’s wife and daughter. They wanted to humiliate him in front of the people who loved him but according to the house of black, no one loved Cash. “No one loves you Cash, just Dax. Don’t worry, we love you” But I loved him, I loved Cash Wheeler

Main Masterlist Cash Wheeler Masterlist

I watched from a backstage monitor as I watched the rivalry between FTR and House of Black escalade. For weeks HOB has claimed that no one loved Cash “No one loves you” were the words that had been repeated for the third time tonight. The words hurt me more than it hurt him. I loved Cash, sure we had been keeping our relationship on the low side but this rivalry made me want to tell the whole world how much I loved Cash Wheeler. 

I watched both Cash and Dax enter the backstage area after their segment. Both men walked with their head down looking defeated. As I approached the pair Cash gave me a hug, holding me in the tight embrace as if he was dreaming, scared to let go waking up alone. “Hey” I whispered quietly and lovingly as I drew delicate shapes on his back. “You know I love you right? I love you Cash, don’t listen to what they say. There are people out there who love you” I told him gently. “You are just saying that to make me feel better” He said barely above a whisper as he broke the hug. I looked into his eyes and could see the sorrow in them, he was a broken man. “Cash, why would I lie about something like that. I do Love you Cash” I told him, feeling offended that he thought I was lying. “Prove it”

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[plentyoffandoms]

Day 9: Double Penetration 🎃

Cash Wheeler x f/reader

Requested by @legit9thlunaticwarrior

Kinktober 2023

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs do not belong to me. @raisehightheroofbeamkimbo

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Anal, use of a toy. Creampie, mention of oral.

WC: 497

Daniel- Cash Wheeler

"Shhhh, everything is okay, baby girl. You're alright." I said her as I slid into her ass, groaning low in my throat at the tightness.

"Too much, Daniel."

"This is what you wanted, though. You told me you wanted to have both holes filled, but I am not willing to share you." I told her as I rested against her ass, my head falling to my chest.

I slowly pulled back and then thrust as hard as I could, making her squeal.

"Take it. Take my cock in your ass. Take that dildo in your pussy." Speaking of the vibrating dildo, I turned it up another notch. The vibrations make her cry out my name, but it makes her ass tighten even more so around me.

I slapped her ass, "Don't do that. You don't want this to be finished before we have even started."

But she didn't listen. She never is too far gone now. I wanted nothing more than slide out of this ass and push into her pussy, right along side that dildo, but I didn't.

This is her wish to be filled like this. Maybe next time I will have the other dildo up her ass, one in her pussy still and me down her throat as I fuck her face.

I had to pull out of her ass before I came at the thought of having all of her holes filled. What a fucking sight that would be. Her pussy just dripping for me, just like it is now.

I know she is soaking sheets her as I can see it. "Daniel, please fuck me." She mumbled.

"You want me to fuck you? Okay." I gripped her hips in my hands and slammed into her ass once more, pounding her into the mattress.

She was screaming my name, almost like a prayer. "Oh Daniel, oh God, Oh fuck, Daniel."

I pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back, hiking her legs over my shoulders and continuing the brutal fucking of her ass.

"Play with yourself." She knew what I ment as she reached down between our sweaty bodies and grabbed the base of the dildo and pulled it out of her pussy and started to thrust in and out of herself.

"That's my girl. Yes, just like that." I was close, but she was even closer. I felt her legs go taunt and her back arch off the bed, her eyes rolled back into head as I felt her soak me. She squirted all over my lower stomach.

As her lower body trembled, I fell forward, folding her almost completely in half as I slammed my mouth against hers as I came in her ass with a low moan.

A small gasp left her mouth as she felt me fill her. "Did so good for me." I muttered against her lips.

I waited a few moments and then pulled out of her, watching as my cum leaked from abused hole.

Day 8: Creampie - Eddie Kingston ● Day 10: Drunk Sex - Kenny Omega x f/Reader x Wardlow

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[heelbucks]

Anything NSFW with Cash wheeler please 🩵

nsfw cash wheeler headcanons

cash loves loves looooves seeing you wear his clothes and nothing else it drives him crazy

college! cash is the same but with his jerseys

he’s a tits man i feel it. he just loves to grab and squeeze them (and he appreciates all sizes)

he also appreciates booty but definitely prefers tits

i feel like cash would be fairly serious but not too serious ? like he definitely knows when to make you laugh or when to pound you so hard you’re almost crying

(or actually crying bc man’s likes dacryphilia)

courtesy of  @blkwd he’s amazing at aftercare , has the softest hands ever and is a giant cuddlebear. also gentle but will be rough if you ask

i think he’d be into bondage but like the pretty ties and stuff i can’t think of the word rn

loves to watch you ride him & when you ride his thighs

#cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler x reader #cash wheeler smut #cash wheeler fluff

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Wish You Were Here (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

Warnings: smut, 18+only!!, cursing

A/N: So, my inner whore has taken over tonight and put this in my little head. This is the naughty continuation of Make It Work. Whoever requested this...thank you.

Cash was bored out of his mind. Ever since he was sidelined with his arm injury, you had been with him. You even took a week off to take care of your boyfriend. If he was being honest, he might have taken a little advantage of the situation; you as his private nurse, pampering him day and night, fulfilling all his wishes. And needs. Despite being injured, this was his personal heaven.

But today was Monday, and you had to go back to work. So Cash sat there, on the couch, missing you. One more hour in your workday. Hopefully you didn't plan on running errands afterwards.

He had texted you throughout the day, and you had replied to him in the beginning. At some point, after the 50th message or so, your replies became shorter and shorter until you left him on read half an hour ago. He sighed heavily, staring at his phone screen. He needed you. Now.

As he sat there for some minutes, a new idea came to his mind. He knew just how to get your attention back.

He sent you a short message, knowing it'd make you curious.

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Ding. Your phone buzzed again.

You didn't even have to check who it was, and for a second you thought about ignoring it. But it could be an emergency...what if something was wrong with his arm?

So you unlocked your phone to read his text.

Wish you were here. This is so much more fun with you.

Damn, he played this game well, you thought. He knew you'd have to reply to his cryptic message, you were too curious to know what he was doing...

What are you doing, babe?

Then, the sneaky little bastard left you hanging for several minutes, until he finally answered - with a photo. You audibly gasped, lucky that no one was around to ask you what was wrong. You couldn't help but stare at the picture: sweatpants half down, his cock hard as a rock with his hand wrapped tightly around it, thumb tracing the tip that glistened with precum.

Well, fuck.

You felt yourself getting wet by the thought of Cash jerking off at home.

Stop it, Cash.

You sent the text, even though you knew you didn't want him to. He probably knew, too.

Ding.

I miss your pretty little mouth. You always look so hot with my cock down your throat.

Ding.

I wanna bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you so hard your legs give in.

Ding.

Your pussy would feel so much better than my hand.

The last message he sent was a video. You rushed to the restroom, made sure you were alone and turned the volume on the lowest setting, just in case someone came in.

Then you hit play.

Your mouth watered at the sight of it. Cash furiously jerked himself off, muffled grunts leaving his mouth. As he came closer and closer, he started moaning your name. Over and over again. As if it had a will of its own, your hand moved into your pants, rubbing your clit through your panties. You had never seen Cash masturbating before, and it turned you on so much. Your movements on yourself were now in sync with his in the video, and when you watched him cum all over his hand with a guttural moan, you followed close behind.

Seems like you'd leave work a little early today, you thought as you pulled your pants back up, washed your hands and left. It was gonna be a long drive home.

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As soon as you were home, you yelled out his name. "Where the hell are you?! What the fuck was tha-" you stopped dead in your tracks as he slowly walked into the kitchen to you.

"Hey, darlin. What a pleasant surprise, you're home early." He smiled cheekily at you.

God, he was a sight for sore eyes: buck naked, hard cock slightly bouncing with every step he took, strolling towards you with a confidence that drove you wild.

You actually wanted to tell him that he couldn't distract you in that way, you needed to focus at work. But nothing came out of your mouth despite a soft moan.

You rushed over to him, while you took off your blouse and unclasped your bra. He chuckled lowly, loving how needy you were for him.

You pulled him down to your height and kissed him sloppily, tongue immediately pushing past his lips. He smiled into the kiss and undid your pants as he walked you backwards till your back hit the kitchen counter. He sat you down on it and took a step backwards, looking you over.

"I knew you liked it, Darlin. You're soaking wet." He stated as he ran a finger through your folds, still clothed in your panties. A small whimper left your mouth at his touch.

"Tell me, did you touch yourself?"

You meekly nodded and watched him position himself in front of you.

"Good girl." He said while he lifted your hips to get rid of your underwear.

You blushed at his praise and felt your pussy clench around nothing.

He smiled up at you and licked along your folds. "It's been too long, babygirl. I almost forgot how good you tasted."

You moaned before answering. "Babe, it was just yester- Fuck!" He interrupted your thought by sucking hard on your clit. Then his head dove in between your legs as deep as he could, tongue moving from playing with your clit, down to lick through your folds once more until he dived his tongue into your core. He repeated his sweet assault several times until you were a moaning mess and couldn't form a full sentence anymore. Your hand went down to his head, tugging on his hair in an attempt to release some of the tension that had built up. Your legs started to shake around his head, and he knew you were close.

"That's it, Darlin. Be a good girl and cum for me." His words were like a magic spell, and you came on his tongue, juices coating his beard. He moved to stand in front of you before running a hand through his beard and licking his fingers. "Fucking delicious." You moaned at his comment, in love with his dirty mouth.

He didn't give you any time to recover from your second orgasm in such a short time, though, and lifted you up from the counter.

"Now here comes the real fun, babygirl." He said as he turned you around, bent you over the surface and slammed his cock into you. Both of you grunted, and Cash stopped moving so you could adjust to him. You didn't need any time, though, and started bucking your hips against him.

"So needy for my cock, babygirl. Come one, give daddy a show and fuck yourself on my cock." You couldn't see it, but he smiled when he said those words. You moaned out his name and started pushing yourself back and forth on his cock. He looked down and watched his dick slide in and out of you. What a beautiful sight.

"Cash, please..." You begged. You needed more of him.

"Please what, Darlin?"

"Fuck me senseless. Please, please, please." The words all jumbled together.

He didn't answer, but pushed your head down on the counter and started pounding at a relentless pace. You knew you were gonna be sore from this, and you loved the thought of it.

"Fuck, so good. Don't stop, daddy. Fuck me so good." He groaned at the name. You rarely called him that, only when he was very dominant...or you were completely fucked out of your mind. His thrusts became harder and harder, his fingers digging into your hip, surely leaving their mark there. Not that you minded.

You felt the burning sensation again in your stomach and started moaning his name over and over again, like a prayer as you came for the third time today. Your orgasm was so intense that you almost blacked out for a second.

Behind you, Cash was close himself as his thrusts were more drawn out now. He bent down and pressed sloppy kisses behind your ear, all down your neck until he reached your shoulder. He let out one last, lustful groan before gently biting your sensitive skin as he filled you up with his seed.

You two remained like this for a few moments, enjoying your post-orgasmic bliss before you turned your head to look back at him.

"You know, we can't do this every day. I'm gonna lose my job if I leave early everytime."

He laughed before pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Don't worry, Darlin. I'm gonna take care of the both of us."

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[aintnorainbows]

Act Like That

jey uso x black! reader

word count: 1183

Summary: Jey’s known as the hothead of the Bloodline. He has to keep his temper in check if he ever stands a chance of keeping you.

Tags: smut, oral (f receiving)

Warnings: usage of the n word,

It all started when you left your phone on the coffee table while you checked on dinner.

Apparently, it buzzed and a message from Carmelo Hayes appeared. Jey had the password to your phone, because you felt like you had nothing to hide. You had the password to his too, but you never used it to snoop. You trusted Jey.

You thought Jey trusted you too. But, that proved to be untrue when Jey barged into the kitchen, just as you were taking the chicken breasts out of the oven. “Ayo, the fuck is this?” he exclaimed.

Immediately, you were taken aback by his tone and use of expletives. Jey never raised his voice like that at you. Directed at other people it was sexy as hell, but toward you? That was a problem. Your head whipped around as you saw him standing there with a scowl on his face and your cellphone in his hand.

“Um..my phone?” you responded with a confused eyebrow raised.

“Girl, don’t act stupid now. Why the hell is Carmelo Hayes texting you? You got sumn you wanna tell me?”

You scoffed, that was it? “Jey, please,” you said dismissively, still not matching his angry tone as you didn’t want something so silly to turn into an argument. “He’s just my friend, I know him from the indies.”

“I never heard you talk about this fool before, now y’all friends? Flirting and texting and shit?” he fumed, tossing your phone on the counter with a thud.

You damn near dropped the bowl of vegetables you were holding. This man had clearly lost his mind.

“Flirting?? Jey get out my face with that mess now. Having a casual conversation with a guy friend is not flirting.” You retorted defiantly, “And I’m not your property! I’m allowed to be friends with whoever the hell I want.”

“Y/N don’t piss me off-“ you folded your arms over your chest and you rolled your eyes. Jey took a deep breath in as if he was trying to calm himself. He unballed his fist to run the hand through his hair.

“What? I don’t say nothing when you flirt with Kayla’s dingy ass on TV for everyone to see. I trust you, why don’t you trust me?”

He ignores your statement, instead crossing his arms and refusing to back down. “I don’t want you talking to him no more.”

You laughed humorlessly, “You don’t tell me what to do nigga, you are not my damn daddy!”

“That’s not what you say when I’m fucking you!” he bellowed, “Who knows maybe you calling Melo that too. Maybe Trick too and Wes Lee. Maybe you get down with AEW lockeroom and you fucking on Cash Wheeler & Hangman Adam Page. Who knows at this point?”

“Boy, fuck you! “ you spat, throwing a plastic cup at his head before shoving past him and stomping up to your room. He was being childish and crossing the line and you were officially done with the conversation.

Now you were sitting in your bedroom pouting. About 15 minutes passed before Jey was knocking on the door.

“Baby…”

“Fuck off I don’t wanna talk to you.”

“Look, I’m sorry, I went overboard. Can you please open the door and let me apologize properly.”

You didn’t say anything, it didn’t matter, he crossed the line. You didn’t want to speak to him.

A moment passed and then another, then you heard the door knob jingling and soon the door was swinging open. He picked the lock..

“I actually read the messages and you were only congratulating him for winning the title. I was just being paranoid and jealous and-“

“A dickhead,” you added. “You were being a dickhead.”

His head hung in shame for a moment, “I was being a dickhead. And, Y/N, I'm sorry for real I shouldn’t have said that shit to you. Let me make it up to you?” His eyes softened as he stepped closer to you.

You nodded, opening your legs allowing him to lay between them and crash his lips into yours. As soon as your tongues collided, he slid his fingers into your shorts and lightly grazed your waiting clit. You moaned, fisting his shirt in your hands.

You couldn’t help, but move your hips in time with his touch. “Even when you’re mad at me, you’re still wet for me,” he joked after breaking your kiss.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, feigning annoyance as you took the chance to tug his shirt off him. He did the same to you, tossing your shirt & shorts to the floor.

Your mouth fell open as his fingers returned to work and he began to kiss his way down your body, starting at your neck and stopping to pay special attention to your chest. He wrapped his lips around each nipple. He licked and sucked each of them, alternating back and forth as he pushed your legs open further.

“Damn Jey,” you sighed as he bit softly on your nipple.

As your moans grew louder, he lowered himself so he could hook your legs onto his forearms and was face level with your pussy.

He licked his lips in hunger, he was so sexy when he was like this- clouded by lust. Jey kissed the inside of your thighs, “I want you to cum on my tongue,” he demanded before running his tongue up your slit.

“And you always taste so good,” he added.

Jey flattened his tongue and licked every inch of you a few times before he stopped at your little bundle of nerves. His tongue swirled in a circle around your clit before deliberately flicking his tongue.

You bucked against his face, with a hand on the back of his head as he continued to suck on your clit. Next he slowly slid two fingers inside you and curled upward into your g-spot.

Your eyes flew open as you let out a choked out sob. “Oh my gosh, I’m close” you panted. Your heart was racing as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. The sound of your wetness was echoing through the air as his fingers slid in and out of you.

He knew it too because he flicked his tongue backward and forward across your sensitive clit as he suctioned his lips around it.

“I’m bout to cum so hard- fuck!” you screamed. You gripped his hair tightly, holding him in place as you lost yourself in a wave of ecstasy. Jey made no attempts to move or back away, instead continuing to flick his tongue and prolonging your orgasm.

It took a moment for you to calm down, but when you did you looked down at the man between your legs. He looked pretty pleased with himself, “Am I forgiven?” he asked with that goofy grin.

You knew deep down, Jey only acted like that way because he loved you and feared losing you. You could’ve done without the insults, but you’d talk to him about that later.

At the end of the day, you loved him just as much. Plus, he ate you out so good, you thought you were gonna pass out for a moment, of course he was forgiven. You rolled your eyes, pulling him up to kiss. “Of course you are, stupid.”

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37. “We should skinny dip.”

50. “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.”

[2.9k] or, in which you and steve take a late night dip. (smut)

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“We should skinny dip.”

“Are you insane?”

“Only partially.”

You let out a small scoff, the noise soothed by the sound of the wind rustling the leaves and the soft waves rippling through the pool. You turned your head to the side, finding yourself staring at the side profile of a slightly tipsy Steve who looked deep in thought as he stared blankly in front of him.

“It’s October.”

“And we just fought some asshole I thought only existed in Dustin’s stupid game,” Steve retorted before he turned his head to look at you. “This is like, what? The fifth time we’ve almost died?”

You snorted.

It never once occurred to you that taking on a job to babysit Holly Wheeler for some extra cash during your senior year would lead to you joining the local supernatural force squad. In fact, even now you aren’t totally sure how you got roped into it. Maybe it was a ‘right person, right time’ situation, but you couldn’t deny it was one of the best things that happened to you.

And, with the amount of near-death experiences, also the worst.

“You survive dark wizards and demon dogs—”

“Demo-dogs,” Steve corrected.

“But you want hypothermia to be the thing to take you out?” you raised your brows.

Steve rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the pool chair. He turned to you, hand extended and something mischievous shining in his eyes. “Scared?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Of skinny dipping?”

“You sound scared to me,” he sang teasingly.

“Oh please,” You reached out to grab his hand, heaving yourself up at the same moment he pulled your body towards him. The momentum was unexpected and made you stumble, your free hand landing on his chest as you tried to catch yourself.

Steve reacted much quicker, his free hand falling down to your waist to steady you. But your shirt had ridden up and his fingers were pressed against your bare skin and when you lifted your head, you couldn’t help but notice how his face was inches from yours.

“We deserve one night to just be stupid teenagers, right?” he murmured, his warm breath fanning over your skin and his hand squeezing your waist.

“Steve,” you sighed but you didn’t know what else to say.

He had a point. You had spent the last few years sacrificing your lives for the sake of the town, for the sake of everybody else. You deserved one night to just let go, to be the stupid teenagers everyone assumed you were and make stupid mistakes like skinny dipping in the middle of winter.

“C’mon,” he murmured, nudging his hip against yours and pulling your body closer to him. “I promise to keep you warm.”

Your lips twitched. “You are a bad influence, Steve Harrington.”

“Yeah, but the pretty face makes up for it,” he grinned as he untangled himself from you, wasting no time in pulling his sweater over his head and chucking it on the pool chair he was lying on minutes ago.

If you were sober and logical, you probably would have shut the idea down before Steve had even finished his sentence. But with the buzz of alcohol warming you and the adrenaline from your latest run-in with death still pumping through your veins, it seemed like the simplest thing in the world to skinny dip with your best friend.

The answer to all your problems.

Your eyes were stuck on him for a moment. The way the muscles of his back stretched and tensed as he removed the shirt he was wearing underneath the sweater, the way his fingers nimbly undid the button of his jeans before shrugging them off too. Your gaze continued to travel down as he continued to undress, all the way down until he was in his boxers.

“Enjoying the show?” His voice snapped you out of your daze, looking up at a smug looking Steve who stood—albeit shivering—with his hands on his hips.

“It was alright,” you shrugged, hoping the burning on your cheeks wasn’t noticeable to the man in front of you.

“You know, this is a two way deal,” he said as he nodded towards your still-clothed body. “Gotta strip with me, sweetheart.”

Your eyes glanced down at his boxers. “Seeming a bit hypocritical there, Harrington.”

Steve’s grin widened. “And get nothing in return?”

“It was your idea,” you grumbled but it was light-hearted.

However, you tended to forget this was Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington: the guy who didn’t hesitate to complete a dare whenever one was thrown at him, the guy who had no qualms in speaking up in class and talking back, the guy who had zero shame in whatever he did because he was just that damn confident.

The same guy who had been your best friends for years and who you knew would do anything in his power to make the people around him—the people he cared about—comfortable, even if that meant stripping down to his birthday suit and leaping into the freezing pool first just to give you the confidence to do the same.

The noise you let out was a mix between a scream and a laugh as he cannonballed into the pool, the water splashing out and hitting your feet as you staggered back. Seconds later he broke through the surface, pushing the hair out of his face and grinning at you wildly.

“How d’you feel?” you called out, your cheeks hurting from how wide you were smiling but that was just the effect Steve had on you.

“Fucking freezing!” he called back, his teeth chattering as he waded through the water.

You snorted, shaking your head. “You’re stupid.”

“Come be stupid with me,” he retorted.

You pressed your lips together, looking down at the pile of clothes that laid on Steve’s pool chair and then the man himself in the pool. There was a look on his face, one you knew all too well. The one that made you want to join him in whatever crazy and questionable activity he coaxed you into, but the same one you knew that said if you backed out he would never hold it against you.

Because that’s just how Steve Harrington was. That’s how your Steve was.

“Turn around.”

Steve pouted. “Aw, c’mon! That’s not fair!”

“Steve,” you warned, and though it was playful, he still abided.

With his back turned to you, you hesitated for a second before you began to undress. And to Steve, all he could hear was the shuffling of clothes and the sounds of zips being undone, and it felt like a form of torture to know what you were doing, to not be able to see it nonetheless.

He tried to swallow back the lump in his throat, ignoring any thoughts on how this amazing idea from five minutes ago seemed like it was gonna blow up in his face pretty quickly. He didn’t think through things logically, but then again he rarely ever did.

Steve heard the splash behind him, felt the waves pushing against his body but he kept his eyes on the woods beyond his house, tried to let his body relax before he turned around.

“Fuck, it’s cold,” you gritted out between clenched teeth, a small laugh following. You turned to Steve, frowning when you noticed his back was still to you. You stretched your hand out, placing it on his shoulder. “Hey, loser, you can look now.”

“I know.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together. “Okay…you can turn around now.”

“I know.” But this time the words sounded shakier, more breathless.

“Hey, you good?” The concern in your voice almost felt like a sick joke, a reminder of how stupid his impulsive ideas are and how stupid he is to go through with them.

“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding his head. “Just gimme a moment.”

“You aren’t dying of hypothermia already, are you?” you teased, lightly knocking his shoulder and hoping that would get him to turn. But it didn’t.

“I wish,” he grumbled under his breath because maybe it would be a blessing in disguise for him to be put out of his misery.

Steve could hear the water splashing back and forth, could feel the water ripple around him as you moved. His eyes were clenched shut, his lips pressed together as he tried to think of whatever he could to control himself, to not fuck up years of friendship because he can’t handle a stupid, stupid idea.

“You look like you’re in pain,” you murmured and Steve’s eyes snapped open in surprised to find you right in front of him. He opened his mouth, ready to say something equally as stupid but the words died down when you raised your hand to gently cup his cheek, the other one on his forehead. “You don’t have a temperature, which I think is good but I don’t really know how the whole hypothermia thing works. Could be an internal thing.”

“Yeah,” his voice cracked a little as he spoke.

Your lips twitched. “Would be a shame though, since you promised to keep me warm.”

Steve choked a little. “I—”

“Relax,” you murmured as your hands traced down his neck and shoulders, dipping under the water until you wrapped your fingers around his wrists and moved his hands on either side of your waist. “We’re just stupid teenagers making stupid decisions, right?”

“Right,” he breathed out.

You smiled softly before you grabbed his face and pulled his body towards you, separating whatever little distance there was between you both. Steve’s brain short-circuited for a moment at the feeling of your naked body pressed against his, at the way your lips felt soft and gentle against his and the way your nails dug into his skin as you hugged him close.

It wasn’t until you nipped at his bottom lip, a soft groan escaping his lips as you did so, that he seemed to realise this wasn’t one of his dreams where he would wake up in his bed, warm and sweaty and in desperate need of a release. You were actually there, pressed against him and kissing him in a way friends don’t kiss.

“Shit,” he moaned against your lips before kissing you back, a hard and passionate kiss that held years of secrets and feelings behind, that made your heart want to beat out of your own chest.

His hands squeezed your waist before travelling down your legs, fingers brushing along your thighs as he murmured a soft ‘jump’ in between trailed kisses down your neck. You felt your back press against the wall of the pool, Steve’s fingers tracing along your hipbone as his breath tickled your skin.

“Fuck, you feel like a dream,” he whispered against your neck, the tiles digging into your back but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Dream about me a lot, Harrington?” The tease came out in a whine as his lips latched onto your neck, teeth grazing the spots you knew would be littered in soft bruises by the morning.

“You don’t even know, baby,” He lifted his head, his eyes darkened and cheeks flushed and, god, you had never seen him look so pretty. “Dreamt about kissing you…holding you…” his lips brushed yours as he spoke. “Fucking you until that pretty throat of yours is raw from screaming my name.”

“Oh.”

His lips tugged upwards. “Yeah, oh,” he murmured as he nudged his nose against yours, pressing further up against you and it made your head spin a little at the feeling of his hard cock pressed against your stomach. “I don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about you since the eighth grade, sweetheart. You’ve been driving me crazy for years.”

“Years?” you breathed out in disbelief, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt his head duck down to lick a strip along your neck, a shiver running down your spine.

“Fucking. Years.” he ground out, the words against your neck felt ticklish as you squirmed in his hold, only for Steve to let out a soft moan. “Words.”

Your head felt fuzzy as one of his hands moved up your thigh, gripping onto you like a lifeline. “What?”

“Words,” he repeated as he lifted his head, his eyes cloudy with lust and something more. “Tell me you’re okay with this.”

“Fuck, Steve, m’okay with this,” you whined as his thumb brushed against your clit, your hips bucking into his touch but he quickly pulled away. “Please.”

“Sound so pretty when you say my name,” he murmured, almost like a half-hearted comment to himself before he kissed you, your whines getting muffled by his lips.

You were lost in the kiss, your head spinning and your body buzzing at his touch that you barely comprehended Steve’s hand disappearing between your bodies, his hand wrapping around his cock as he began to stroke himself up and down.

His other hand squeezed your thigh, parting your legs as he pushed his body even closer to you, keeping you trapped against the tile wall. He guided his cock inside you, pushing in with a thrust as your broken moans echoed against his swollen lips.

“C’mon, baby, know you can take it,” he muttered between soft pants, his hands a reassuring touch as you sunk down onto his cock. “Know you can be a good girl f’me.”

“Steve,” Your nails dug into his shoulders, your head thrown back as you felt him bottom out in you.

“Atta girl for me, so fucking good,” he praised, his hands falling to grip the edge of the pool as he felt you clench around him. “Fuck, so fucking good.”

It was moments like these where Steve was grateful for his neglectful parents and lack of neighbours. In fact, he had never been more grateful for anything in his life as his hips thrusted into you at a steady pace, your moans and whines the only sound you could make as your back scratched along the tiles and the water sloshed around you both.

“Steve,” you moaned, head thrown back and giving him complete access to do as he pleased. “I—”

“Shh, I got you, baby, I got you,” he murmured, warm breath tickling your skin. One of his hands gripped your ass, squeezing your cheek as his other hand brushed against your cunt, his thumb pressing slow, torturous circles on your clit. “Doing so good for me.”

The sight of watching you come undone on his cock was absolutely mesmerising to Steve, feeling the way you clenched around him like a vice and the little high-pitched moans of his name as your body shook underneath his touch. He had never seen something so fucking perfect and he wanted to see it a million more times until it was etched into his memory so he could see it behind closed eyes.

Soft kisses peppered against your cheek as he came shortly after you, groaning into your neck and biting down on your shoulders as he came inside you, your hands running through his hair to soothe him as he did. He didn’t think anything could make the moment more perfect and yet you managed it—you always managed to be so goddamn perfect in his eyes.

“As much as I love this,” you whispered into the comfortable silence, your legs still wrapped around his waist and his cock still deep inside you. “I am getting really fucking cold.”

Steve huffed out a laugh, lifting his head to press a chaste kiss to your lips before helping you both out of the pool and into the house.

Soft giggles and whispers were shared as you shared a shower, Steve pressing kisses along your neck as you playfully shoved him away. Snorts unable to be held back as you caught him staring at your tits one too many times before you left him to continue his hair routine, deciding to wrap yourself in some of Steve’s warmest clothing before sinking into his bed.

It wasn’t until you were curled into his side, your face nuzzled against his bare chest and your body drowning in his yellow sweater as you took in the faint smell of chlorine and the coconut shampoo he used, that he finally spoke up again.

“You know,” Steve started, his fingers absentmindedly trailing along your arms.

“You know…” you trailed off, nudging his leg with your foot. “Finish your sentences, Harrington.”

“I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it’s your moans,” he said after a few beats of silence, his cheeks flushed a light pink after the confession. He waited to hear you laugh or even jokingly tease him for his comment, but instead you flashed him a smile he had grown to love more when he was the cause of it.

“You should feel honoured, I don’t let many people hear them,” you teased, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his jaw.

“You must’ve slept with some shitty people then,” he retorted, something quite like smugness washing over him.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Harrington,” you murmured sleepily, nuzzling yourself back into his side and finally giving in to the exhaustion that had sunk deep into your bones. “It’s big enough as it is.”

“You wouldn’t be complaining if my big head was between your thighs,” he grumbled as he pulled your body closer to his own.

“Next time, big boy, next time.”

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