#drew mcintyre smut

[claymorexpunisher]

Brats Have More Fun (Ch. 6/?) (18+ Fic)

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/Fem. Reader

Summary: Bratty Reader decided she can't wait til her Daddy wakes up. So, Drew decides to teach her a lesson.

Disclaimer: This series is mostly NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Chapter Tags: 18+, forced orgasms, kink, consensual somnophilia (if you blink), oral sex (male and female receiving), throatfucking, vaginal fingering, squirting, PIV, overstimulation, Daddy!Drew, Bratty!Reader.

Word Count: 1,501

As the morning came and my body slowly began to wake up along with the morning sun.

Patience wasn't my virtue by any means, and at this point in our relationship, Drew understood that.

But that didn't mean that he didn't have fun punishing me for my impatience.

I couldn't wait to have my boyfriend- my Daddy- inside of me...

So, I didn't wait.

No, I let the pads of my fingers dance along his shirtless broad chest, down to his navel and back again.

Each time, I got dangerously close to the waistband of his boxers, my fingers inching ever so slightly inside every time.

The plan wasn't to wake him, so every time his sleeping body would shift, I pulled my hand away only to bring it back to his muscled body.

I let myself finally reached down and cup his balls over his boxers before I softly stroked his cock, delighting in the way in hardened in my grip.

I giggled to myself as Drew's hips bucked lightly into my hand and I finally slipped my hand inside to pull him out of his boxers, giving his cock a few firm tugs before I adjusted my body, kneeling between his legs and taking him into my mouth.

My cheeks grew hot, and my body followed suit as Drew released soft grunts the more my mouth sucked and my tongue swirled, moaning softly myself as the taste of him landed on my tongue.

I wasn't at all graceful, messily distributing my saliva along his shaft as I sucked on the head of his cock, lightly tapping it against my mouth, once again delighting in the way his cock and his hips seemed to follow my every move.

My delight was short-lived as my eyes raked up his body, only to see his blue eyes looking down at me.

A single dimple creased his cheek as I realized I was caught, and my body immediately froze.

"Oh no... don't stop now, love. Keep going." Drew mumbled; his voice gruff with sleep mixed with amusement.

It took me a minute to process his words before he took his cock firmly in his hand and guided it back into my mouth, filling my throat with its thickness.

I let out a muffled noise of protest, my eyes watering quickly as I gagged a little.

But his forcefulness only served in waking every nerve ending in my body that much more...

I could feel the wetness of my juices pooling inside my panties.

I didn't have to look to know there'd be a dark wet stain in them, my arousal over being used clearly visible for him to see.

"What? You wanted my cock so fucking bad. Now you don't wanna take it?- Keep your hands up here." Drew commanded, moving my hands to either side of his body just as I went to reach between my legs to give my clit some relief.

The tense muscles in his neck were prominent and my fingers gripped the sheets as his hips thrusted relentlessly.

I watched through teary eyes as Drew's head lolled back onto the pillow and he cursed gruffly as I managed to swallow, my throat squeezing him tight.

He pulled me off of his cock by my hair, letting me take in a deep gulp of air every so often before he brought my mouth back down again.

Muffled whines vibrated against his cock, spurring him on until the salty tang of his cum shot down my throat.

I obediently swallowed, blinking back tears and clearing my now scratching throat as Drew's body momentarily sagged.

"Lay back." Drew ordered and I did as I was told, satisfied that I'd gotten his attention.

"What-" My eyes widened as Drew dragged his body underneath the bed and he grabbed our little toy stash, pulling out some silk ties that he fastened onto the discreet metal rings on the sides of our bed.

"Nooo...Daddy, I wanna-" My whines were immediately cut off as Drew firmly gripped my chin and his stormy blue eyes pinned me to bed just as effectively as the silk ties.

"You wanna what? You wanna touch?... You wanna cum?" He patronized as I nodded profusely.

"It seems like you've forgotten to do as your told. And you can't keep your hands to yourself. So no, you don't get to touch anything until I say so." Drew snapped.

Once he knew my hands were securely tied, he ran his hands along my torso.

Drew focused intently on the ways I responded.

He paid attention to every sharp intake of my breath, every arch of my back, every whimper and moan I tried to stifle, until his hands finally reached my damp panties.

Sure enough, Drew confirmed that my arousal had definitely seeped straight through my panties, and it only heightened due to the friction of his fingertips stroking my clit over the thin fabric.

"Yes, please..." I whimpered, my eyes shutting tight before Drew ordered me to open them again.

I begged and begged him to take my panties off and touch me properly.

I begged him to give his fingers, his mouth, his cock- anything to soothe the searing ache between my legs, but to no avail.

He didn't bother telling me to quiet down.

He knew my pleas would eventually stop and that I would eventually give in and understand who was in fact in charge.

No, instead, he found endless amusement in hearing my pitiful begging.

Amusement in the way my voice began to crack and give the more he toyed with my pussy over my panties.

My hips bucked into his face, and I let out an anguished keen that seemed to come from deep within my very soul as he situated himself between my legs just as I been between his not even 5 minutes earlier.

He flattened his tongue over my panties, giving my pussy a single lick from my clothed entrance right up to my clit.

I let out a lust-filled sob as he switched to from a flattened to flicking the tip of it over my clit, around it, and back again.

My thighs quivered, warning him that my orgasm was close, but that didn't stop him.

Drew's tongue flicked over my clit and lightly against my entrance until my whole body shook and I came for the first time with a loud and guttural shout.

"That was number one. Good job, darling." Drew praised and I preened at his words before my brain caught up to his words and I realized what his plans were.

A devilish smirk light up his features just as the realization of what was to come hit me.

But he didn't give me too much to sit on that realization.

My brain sputtered to a stop as Drew finally pulled my panties to the side, gave his cock a few firm tugs, bringing himself to full hardness once more and he slowly trailed the head along my slit.

Just as I let out a choked sob, I felt him shiver, letting me know that he was carefully restraining himself from giving himself what he wanted just to teach me a lesson.

Once again, I pitifully begged onto deaf ears.

"This is all you're gonna get until you learn your lesson, sweetheart." He grunted, continuing his lazy thrusts along my wet slit and watching my thighs tremble every time his cock grazed the most sensitive areas of my pussy.

Again, he brought me a body-shaking orgasm with my nothing more than friction and this time, he chuckled as my body shook and my juices erupted, coating his cock and the inside of my thighs like a fountain.

My legs felt numb, and my body felt tingly as my juices continued to flow the more Drew's cock slid up and down my pussy and once again, I heard him shudder.

I smirked in satisfaction despite the fact that my body and mind felt like they were floating, as I noticed a twitch in his hand as he gripped his cock firmly, clearly willing himself not to cum just yet.

Drew wiped that smirk off my face, thrusting deep into my wet and welcoming pussy.

My brain shut off and all I could do was lay there on the bed as he gripped my thighs, guiding me onto him relentlessly.

I could hear my loud moans mixing in with his, feeling those tingles along my body get more and intense.

Tears of overstimulation coated my cheeks and the sheets underneath me as Drew's expert fingers reached down to stroke my sensitive clit as he continued drive deep into me, giving me orgasm after orgasm.

Every orgasm was more powerful than the next, my juices flowing until they couldn't anymore.

It was like I could feel him all around me, consuming me, wrecking me and putting me back together again.

Sometimes it serves me well to not to what I'm told...

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[aalyssah]

Surprise

Pairing: Single Dad!Drew McIntyre x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,520

Summary: Your boyfriend breaks up with you 2 days before Valentine's Day and just when you think you're gonna be alone this year, Drew and Mason surprises you by bringing you flowers and chocolate.

A/N: I know Valentines Day was a couple of days ago, but I've had this idea prior to the holiday, but didn't write it. Hope You Enjoy!

You stood in front of Drew's door, knocking on the door. Seconds later the sound of heavy footsteps were heard as the door opened revealing the Scottish man.

When Drew saw your form he felt happy, but it was until he saw your face that a frown came upon his. "Y/n, what's wrong, why ya crying?" You sniffled, wiping your eyes. "M-my boyfriend broke up with me, and-" You stopped talking, a choked up sob slipping past your lips.

Drew couldn't help, but feel bad, but deep down inside him, he was happy. "Come on, lass, let's get you inside." Drew muttered, putting his big hand on your back and guiding you inside.

You walked through the door, the feeling of warmth hitting your body compared to the cool air outside. Drew led you to the couch, making sure to get you a heated blanket from the laundry room.

He came back, wrapping you in before taking a seat. "So tell me. What happened?" Drew curiously said. It took you a moment before you actually started to speak

"I went home and found him in bed with another woman. His excuse was that I'm always working at the coffee shop, and working for you that I neglect him and don't give him enough sex."

Drew lowly scoffed, grabbing his water bottle from the coffee table. "These lads don't know how to treat women like you. There's nothing wrong with not having sex, he's just a horny bastard." You somewhat flinched at the way his voice turned deep as his sentence ended.

"I know, I just really loved him and it's only 2 more days until Valentine's Day." You cried, covering your face. You always go for guys that’s younger than you, with you being 24. You really did love your now ex-boyfriend very much, and to see him cheating on you is not how you expected the relationship to go.

Your attention perked up at the sound of small paddling feet. As you took your hands from your face, red teary eyes visible, you saw Mason holding his stuffed dinosaur and he looked just as worried as his Dad.

“Y/n? Are you crying?”

Drew quickly got up, ushering his son away. “Y/n’s fine, let's go back to bed, bud.” Mason still stared at you as Drew carried him back into his bed, a questioning look in his eyes.

Drew came back letting out a breath. “Well, you can stay here if you need to. Got a pair of your clothes from last week clean and ready to be worn." You gave him a small smile, nodding your head. "That would be great."

Drew stood up, going to the laundry room and getting your clothes. He had them set up in the guest room before coming out to you. "Clothes are in the guest room. Feel free to use whatever you want in the kitchen." Drew explained, beginning to walk away.

You stood up, calling out to him. "Drew?" Drew dropped in his tracks, turning to you. "Thank you for everything." Drew couldn't stop the smile that came to his face hearing you thank him. "Anything for you, lass. You know I'll always be here for you." You smiled at that and made your way to the bedroom.

-

After that night you decided to leave, not being needed for the babysitting job, and go back to your apartment where your ex boyfriend took all his stuff.

As you unlocked the door, the cool breeze sent shivers up your spine, and chill bumps rose on your arms and legs. It was so empty and dark with him or his things there. You let out a sigh, cleaning up the house, seeing the ruckus you caused when catching the two in bed.

You must've cleaned a little too hard because you found a small note in the nightstand with red lace panties saying:

'So much better than my girl. I'm keeping these btw, they look real good on you.'

Anger took over your body as you threw the panties across the room and ripped up that stupid note. You fell on the bed, letting out cries of betrayal.

-

At Drew's house he was worried. Even though he saw you just a night ago, he wondered how you were holding up. And it didn't help that Mason kept asking him about you.

“Daddy, I wanna see Y/n!" Mason yelled, looking up at him with big pleading eyes. "We can't, Mason. We need to leave Y/n alone." He explained, continuing to clean the kitchen counter. "Daddy! I miss Y/n. She was sad and I wanna know why!" Mason demanded, stepping his foot down.

Drew cursed at himself for giving his son such stubborn genes.

“Her boyfriend broke up with her, and she misses him really badly." Drew said, earning silence from his son. He looked down at him, seeing Mason's thinking face. Meaning, he's looking up in the air, and his index finger tapping his chin.

It was like a light bulb hit his mind as he gasped. "Daddy, I have an idea!" Drew huffed out a breath. "What is it?" Mason spoke. "I think we should go to the store and buy Y/n her favorite food. It's Valentine's Day. Everyone deserves candy and sweet drinks. My teacher even gave some to me Friday!" Drew stopped washing the dishes and took in Mason's words.

That honestly doesn't sound like a bad idea. "Well, that's actually really smart." Mason smiled, proud of his Dad's approval. "We can go to Dollar Tree, get her some candy, lemonade, salty chips, and chocolate." Drew said to himself, thinking over everything.

Mason didn't forget to add, "And flowers! Y/n needs flowers!" Drew nodded his head, looking at the clock. 2:45 the store should still be open.

Drew quickly finished the dishes and went to the bedroom to get changed with Mason. "Let's go get Y/n, some goodies!"

-

The next day was dreadful for you. You just sat around, eating ice cream and watching stupid romance movies, hoping you had that type of love.

As the credits rolled a knock at the door made you groan. You put the pint of ice cream on the counter as you walked to the door. You didn't think of looking through the peephole, ready to tell off whoever it was to disturb your heartbreak peace

Instead of an annoying neighbor, you were met with Drew and Mason both dressed a little fancy, with a basket in each hand. "Happy Valentines Day!" Mason yelled. You instantly smiled, stepping aside to let them in.

They walked into the living room, smiling. "What's all of this?" You asked them, Mason answering your question by shoving his basket in your hand. "Open it!" You eyed him suspiciously, slowly looking in the bag. "Oh my gosh." You gasped out, getting more quicker and taking the items out of the basket.

There were a lot of snacks at the bottom followed by chips, candy, little stickers and even chocolate. "Chocolate?!" You said, popping open the box and eating one. You moaned at the taste. "Thank you, Mason." You thanked him, grabbing him into a bone crushing hug.

You could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you hugged him. Drew smile, happy seeing you finally smile. He would never say, but you did look horrible.

Your hair was messed up, pajamas lazily hanging on your body, and he didn't miss the half eaten ice cream that was on the counter.

"That's not all. Daddy got you something too!" You turned to look Drew seeing him looking all nervous. You also noticed he had his hands behind his back. "Uh, I got you this." Drew revealed his hands, a big bouquet of roses.

You gasped, snatching the bouquet of his hands, taking a huge sniff. "I-I hope you like-" Drew stopped talking when he felt your body jump on his. You wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking your head into his chest.

“"Thank you, thank you so much! This is the best surprise ever!" Drew wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

The feeling of your body against his was something he would never not wanna feel

Mason smirked, looking at his Dad and you. It was only seconds later that the sound of sobs and the feeling of something wet touching Drew's neck broke him out of his trance.

With concern, he gently pulled you back. "Hey, why're cryin'?" Drew asked as you sniffled, wiping your tears away. “These are tears of joy. I-I promise, it's just... no one's ever done something like this for me before and I'm very grateful that you and Mason are doing this."

Drew smiled at your words, pulling you in for another hug. "Group hug?" Mason asked, already inching closer to you two. In a small circle you all hugged, happy to have each other's company on such a special day.

Drew would never say it, but the other surprise was to ask you to be his Valentines.

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[jdnclaymoresbitch]

His large hips drilled into you deeply...slowly. Agonisingly slow. Your whines music to his ears;his groans to yours. You let out a loud groan as he stops the chase for the sweet relief for the 3rd time, "aw whats the matter darlin'? can't wait?" he teases "someone's got to teach you to be more patient" he smirks and pistons into you slowly once more. "tell me love, can you be patient for me?", he speeds up and grabs your cheeks between his fingers squishing your face as you squirm "yes or no doll?" the husky scottish accent asked. you shake your head whimpering, you need this, his torture had gone on long enough to leave you needy and wanting. He chuckles lightly smirking "consider this your first lesson then" Drew pulls out completely leaving you so drunk on him,you would do anything for him to be back in you....you would worship him like a god,at his feet everyday just for him to fill you back up in that moment.... He reaches behind you and ties your hands behinds your back then settles back;an arm holding his torso up his legs sprawled out "Drew" you whine,he smiles and speaks "you get to watch me,but you got to wait sweet thing" he put emphasis on 'watch', your face contorts and his smile widens "don't worry love, you'll get your turn....eventually"

@cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore YOU ASKED FOR STEAMIER W DREW I HOPE I FULLFILLED UR REQUEST

THIS IS EXTREMELY UNPROOFREAD BUT YOLO(?!?)

slowly getting back into writing so hopefully the other request shall be done soon but here is one for now

see ya later hoes

xoxo

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[sangorous]

{#} 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈?

word count: 0.9k

genre/warnings: smut/unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), ejaculation inside of reader, a bit of rough sex

Drew McIntyre x black!fem!reader

There he stood, angry. He had every right to be angry. He was close to being champion again, and it slipped through his hands. His anger always got the best of him, and you told him that, but he was too stubborn to admit to it.

"Hey..."

"I don't wanna talk right now," he walked past you.

To say you weren't caught off guard would be a lie, and honestly, you did not know what to do. You were not sure if you wanted to slap him or comfort him. A part of you wanted to slap him because who the hell was he to push past you like you were one of his homeboys, but a part of you wanted to comfort him because he was upset.

The walk to his bus made you think that you would cuss him out first for making him walk to his bus, then comfort him on his loss. Who the hell was he to make you walk to his bus? He did have you fucked up.

You knocked on the door, but there was no answer. You'd figure that he was being a diva due to this loss. So you gave his door another knock.

"Go away!" he shouted.

"Excuse me? You better not be talkin' to me like that?" you shouted back. You could hear him shuffling around and then the door unlocking.

"Are you done throwin' a tantrum?" you climbed up the steps and stared at him.

"Baby, I know you wanted to win badly, but it's not the end of the world if you don't. You not wantin' to communicate your feelings and emotions is not okay... It is okay to feel how you feel; your feelings are valid, okay? I know you don't want to speak, so whenever you are ready to speak, I will be right here," you sat down next to him.

All you could hear was him sighing, grunting, and groaning. You knew that he was trying to find the right words to say.

"I almost had it... It slipped through my hands," he sighed.

"Then that idiot Damien Priest came and ruined everything!" Drew added, clenching his fist.

"I wanted to make you proud, my family proud, and I failed..."

"I'm proud of you every day. Do you think I'd leave you because you didn't win? That's a bit silly, don't you think?" another sigh left his lips while you placed a hand on his back.

You rubbed your hand up and down on his back as he placed a hand on your thigh, "you know what would help me decompress?" his hand trailed up your thigh.

"You being my good girl, laying down on your back, and me hearing your pretty little whimpers as I fuck you restless," he whispered in your ear before his lips made their way toward your neck.

His lips left little kisses on your neck, and his lips moved down to your shoulder while his hand went inside the brown bandeau that you were wearing. His hand gripping on your breast as you let a breath of air out. You could feel him smirking against your skin as he removed his lips

from your shoulder.

Before he could place his lips on your breast, he made sure to toss your bandeau to the floor where he thought it belonged. His mouth was on your right breast while his hand had a grip on your left breast. His tongue swirled around your nipples as he used his free hand and placed it back on your pussy.

"What a perfect day to wear a skirt..." his voice was low.

"And with a g-string at that? You wanted me to fuck you that bad, baby?" he began to rub the outside of your clit.

Slowly, he stuck one finger inside. Just the sound of your yelp turned him on. He stuck another finger inside of you and began to pump in and out of you aggressively. Your moans were inaudible as your eyes were closed.

"Drew..." you whimpered while he gave you a smirk.

"You like that, huh?" he continued at the same pace while he stared at you.

"I need you inside of me..." you whimpered, feeling yourself about to cum.

Drew made sure that you were on your back, aligning himself with you. He was such a tease, rubbing his dick against your clit with a chuckle.

"Drew..." you whined, looking at him.

"Are you sure? I'm letting out all of my frustrations tonight..." he looked at you.

"Yes baby, I'm sure," and without warning, he slammed

himself into you.

When he said he was letting out all of his frustrations, he meant it. He started at a rough pace, placing a hand on your throat. The sound of his pelvis smacking against yours could probably be heard from the bus, but he didn't care.

His rough and aggressive thrusts sent shivers and shocks down your spine. He quickly pulled out and flipped you on your stomach as he slammed himself into you again. This time, his thrusts were slow and hard.

His body against yours as he thrust slowly and harder into you. Kissing your back as he moaned dirty little things in your ear. "Can I come in you, baby?" he grunted in your ear, kissing all over your cheek.

"Yes baby..." you were breathless, cumming on his dick while you felt him release inside of you.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he pulled out and sat you down on his lap.

꒰𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬🥲.꒱

this is from my wattpad but yeah! sorry for the unannounced hiatus

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[itjazzbicch]

Small Confessions

Pairing:  Drew McIntyre x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader, being long-time friends with Drew McIntyre and Sheamus, is hurt deeply by their fighting, trying to remind them of their friendship just to be shut down and more hurt by Sheamus, walking off before Drew can step in. So, Drew visits her at home, reminding her that they are best friends, and ends up sharing a small confession with her…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Drinking, Swearing, Hairpulling, bit of rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 2.2k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

"Drew! Sheamus!"

Why did Adam Pearce even bother anymore? It's been how long that Drew and Sheamus have been fighting non-stop, anywhere, any time.

Deep inside, it did pain me because once upon a time, we were a trio of true friends with big dreams that we all got to accomplish together. Now, this? Just constant fighting? They must've forgotten that I was still here.

"Sorry they're like this Adam," I sighed, marching over and yanking Drew by the hair, Sheamus by the ear, yelling, "Don't you two ever get sick of fighting one another?!"

Adam was watching in shock, wishing he came to me a long time ago as I clanked their heads together hard, then tossed them to the floor on their butts.

"What happened to being best friends, no matter what?" I snapped, looking between the two groaning and rubbing their heads, "Going from nothing to something together! What happened to it? Now, you two fight and bicker like little kids! Get a grip. It's already bad enough that you two almost lost your Money in The Bank spots! Just cut it out, for the love of Pete!"

"Oh, don't ya start ya stuff, Y/N!" Sheamus rose to his first, scoffing at me, "This doesn't concern you, so buzz off!"

"All I want is for us to be friends again, Sheamus," I huffed, letting out emotion, "You just expect me to toss our friendship like trash? Like, how long have we been friends?"

"That's exactly what ya need to do," Sheamus breathed, yelling at me, "It is trash!"

Sheamus's words truly broke my heart into pieces. No matter what happened between the three of us, our friendship still prevailed, and hearing him call it trash, I was defeated. The sadness in my eyes was quite obvious.

For a moment, I didn't realize on my other side that Drew was getting back up, looking even more pissed off, then Adam just had to insert himself:

"Sheamus, you-"

"No, don't." I glared at Adam, having all eyes on me, making sure I glared at Drew and Sheamus too, "I guess I'm not their friend after all. I shouldn't have bothered."

There must've been a scary look on my face because everyone stood still, watching me leave till I was out of sight and not daring to move.

They always say words are just words, but they can truly hurt. Since I wasn't booked, I gladly packed up and went home. Once I was home, that little fight left my mind, and being back home was like normal. I put up all my things, took a shower then slept.

In the morning, it was no different either. Woke up, had a cup of coffee, went to go work out, took a quick shower, started cooking some food and I heard my doorbell ring.

Lucky them, the food I had cooking was done; turning off the stove then headed over and when I opened the door, I found something I didn't expect.

Drew always had the cutest smile that you couldn't look away from, white roses in one arm and a gift bag in another, smiling at me:

"There's my best friend!"

It was so hard for me not to smile, knowing that Drew was a true friend despite his fallout with Sheamus, but I still asked:

"What's this, Drew?"

"I know ya don't want me fighting Sheamus anymore, but I was very ready to claymore him after what he said to you," He began, seeing how it hit him in the heart just like it did to me, "And it literally made me cry when you said that we're not friends anymore. So, I'm here to remind you that unlike that scumbag Sheamus, you are my friend. My best friend."

That put the brightest smile on my face, on top of my favorite flowers, needing to know what was in that bag? How could I be so heartless and deny all of that?

"Drew, you big softy," I smiled, hugging him tightly, "I didn't mean that towards you, really. I know you'll always be my friend."

"Always, Y/N," He laid his head on top of mine, swaying softly and offering, "A game's about to come on. Wanna whip something up and watch it? We can also use your gift."

"Let's do it," I smiled, taking the roses as he stepped in, "What is the gift?"

Drew always knew me well, making me laugh while heading to the kitchen island, whipping out my favorite bottle of whiskey, "Great for a game day."

"Should've known," I laughed, heading over to the window where I kept my flowers, making those gorgeous white roses right at home in a vase, taking a slow breath in to smell, hearing behind me:

"Ooh, steak!"

Turning, there was Drew at the stove, eating the steak that I had prepared in the skillet for the sandwiches I was going to make and enjoying himself.

"Can I even make the sandwiches first, Drew?!" I scolded, shooing him away from the stove, "I just worked out and need the food."

"It's good!" He protested, stealing one more piece, "I can't help it."

Shaking my head at him, I went ahead and began to make our steak and cheese sandwiches, this time he helped rather than eat it all, and got us two glasses of whiskey so we could sit at the television and turn on the football game.

Moments like these were the best. Good food, whiskey, and a very good game. Once our food was gone, we were yelling at the television like crazy, whiskey maybe influencing how loud our voices were, jumping at certain times when our team scored.

"Come on! There ain't much time left!" Drew was literally on the edge of his seat, scoffing when I said:

"I don't know if they're gonna get it!"

"Bet ya fifty bucks?" He offered, positive that they were going to score, both of us standing and I agreed:

"Bet! They're not-"

"HELL YEAH!" Drew jumped for joy as they scored, winning the game, "Where's my money?!"

"Your money?!" I played back, pushing him softly, "I don't owe you shit."

"Ah! Ah! We made a bet and-" He began and just for fun, I used the coffee table as a step stool, jumping up and also pushing it so I could DDT Drew onto the couch cushion, rolling away to laugh:

"And I bet you didn't see that coming!"

I had to hold my stomach from laughing so hard but came to a slow stop when Drew picked his head up, giving me eyes like a tiger, even while playing.

"Now, Drew-" I went to deescalate, but there was no deescalating, taking off the second Drew got to his feet.

"Why are you running, Y/N?!" He began to chase, running around the couch at first, till I started booking it to my bedroom so I could try to hide:

"Running? I'm not running!"

Damn it, he was fast and I ended up squealing super loud when he ran through and tackled me onto the bed, beginning to tickle me and then raid my pockets:

"Ya owe me fifty bucks! Kick it up!"

"Drew, stop!" I laughed even when he wasn't tickling me, "I can't breathe!"

"How ya talking then!" He made us laugh more, to the point where we weren't breathing, collapsing on my chest and slapping the bed.

"They call you a Scottish psychopath, when you're really the Scottish goofball," I breathed in deep, looking to see his messy hair and bright blue eyes connect with mine, getting that serious, psychopathic look he could get, but was still playful:

"Now, you're gonna get the psycho."

I went to gasp but was left breathless when he kissed me, so deep and beginning to press my body into the bed, not expecting this but not letting the moment be wasted, kissing him right back, holding onto his jersey when he started feeling my legs.

"This is my favorite jersey," He looked down at my clenched hand in his shirt, seeing how hard I was gripping, cocking his eyebrow when I suggested:

"Just take it off then."

"Oh yeah?" He snickered, sitting up and taking it off, slow and showing off every muscle in his arms, chest, and core, having me licking and biting at my lower lip, not paying attention till he said, "Like what you see?"

I just nodded softly, fighting the squirm in my hips, but he noticed, sending my heart racing when he put his hands on my knees, spreading my legs out, connecting hips and bringing his chest back to mine, "I can tell."

"You know that I'm a straight-forward person, Drew," I reminded him, softly grinding my hips up to his, "Where are we going to go with this?"

"You know exactly where we're going," He smiled, kissing me again, a lot more impatient and stronger, hands going right for my clothes and I helped, getting down to my panties then going after his pants, but he stood up, doing that for me.

My eyes were so fixed on his marvelous body that it caught me off guard when he yanked me by the ankle, flipping me to my stomach, really turning me on when I felt his hand in my hair.

"Don't think I forgot how you pulled me by the hair on Friday," His laugh was no good, pulling my head back and the other hand pulling my panties off, using his thigh to spread my legs, "Figured I'd return the favor."

"Don't act like you didn't like it," I joked, throwing a sexy smirk back at him, going to back my hips up, but my jaw dropped.

Kneading at the bed softly, I took a deep breath, taking in the feeling of his cock finding its way into me, the way it was splitting me with such strong friction, so warm and creating a wave of fire across my nerves when he pinned his hips to my ass, the tip of his cock as deep as possible, greeting my sweet spot.

I already knew that was the only softness I was going to get, ready to hold onto the blanket as he pulled his hips back, leaving just his tip:

"You're really gonna like it, I know that."

There was a small strain in my throat from the sharp moan jumping out, strong hand yanking my hair, pulling my entire body back onto his cock, hips thrusting hard and about putting me in two, showing me that he didn't like it slow.

Neither did I, slight tears in my eyes from the burn, but the pleasure so good that it had me in a daze already, only straining my voice more with louder moans, his pounding so strong I could feel the ricochet ripple through my body.

"I fucking love it!" I whined hard, pushing my face into the mattress to rest my neck for a moment, walls clenching hard and it was just driving him even more crazy.

"Love it, aye?" He was so proud already, laughing softly at the drool at the side of my mouth when he pulled my head back up, so out of it that I admitted:

"You know how many times I've dreamed about fucking you? Damn, right I love it."

In return, he kissed me with a passionate force, tongue swirling in when I began moaning, because his cock didn't slow for even a second, heart pounding so hard when he bit my lower lips, hand gripped on my hip and pulling back, confessing back:

"Think I haven't about you? I did kiss you first, remember?"

I nodded softly, crying out when he freed my lip, "God, Drew! Keep it like that!"

"Gonna tell me why?"

My body was shaking from how close I was, beginning to pant and it was harder to breathe his hand back in my hair again, not going to get what I wanted till I said it, not like he needed to ask anyhow because before he could say anything again, I gasped hard:

"Because I'm ab-; I'm cuming, Drew! Fuck!"

The only thing keeping me up was his hand, back bending and jerking my hips up toward him, pulling the blanket and sheets, growing weak in the knees when it all hit me, wet slick squirting out and sure making a mess of us as he kept going, groaning and swearing, but loving every moment, spanking my ass and holding on with a few more thrusts beginning to get the better of him.

"Come on, Drew," I looked back, begging due to the good feeling of his cock throbbing, closing my eyes and whining at the overstimulation, "It's just so fucking good."

"Sure the hell is," He breathed in deep, taking my wrists and keeping me pinned down, lifting our hips up just a little and pounding harder than before, having me bury my face to muffle the screams, picking up to get air and gasping at the hot feeling, walls coated in his seed, flooding in deep.

"Oh my god," My head dropped, drained but never feeling so good, slowly following along when he fixed me on the bed properly, laying on my back, huffing:

"Fuck, Y/N."

"You're telling me," I giggled faintly, looking in the corner of my eye to meet his, "Never seen this side of you and fuck."

He found it funny when my eyes rolled back and my head dropped again, not needing the words to know about our little confessions at that moment, but not leaving me hanging either:

"You can see it more if you want to." 

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[deepdisireslonging]

Cheek to Cheek

The Reader has a request she’s never asked for. But Roman asks for her, and it makes a fantastic birthday present.

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader x Drew McIntyre

Warnings/Promises: food mention, SMUT, oral (female and male receiving), split-roasting, dirty talk

Word Count: 3000

Note: It’s mostly smut. Lovely, filthy, possessive and slightly fluffy smut. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. Enjoy!

You tried to keep Roman from pushing you towards the front door of your house. “Is there a particular reason why you were craving strawberries this morning? I thought it was only the wife who was supposed to get cravings.” With a grunt, you placed your foot on the edge of the porch. “And why that certain store all the way across town?”

Roman scooped you up anyways, taking the fruit out of your hands. “I’ve got a plan, and they’ll be good with something later.” Unlocking the door, he made sure you went through it first.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!”

You shrieked as your friends and coworkers started to sing the birthday song. Soon you were laughing, lightly punching Roman in the arm. He shrugged, and handed the strawberries off to Naomi, who sat them beside the delectable cake sitting on your kitchen counter.

“Happy Birthday, dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!”

Everything was moving so fast. Ice cream and cake and a few brightly wrapped presents, you welcomed the space of quiet you cut out for yourself on the edge of the party. Some of them, because of the show schedules, you hadn’t seen in a while. I was nice to catch up with them. Others had made similar reconnections. At least one square of cake had flown across your yard, landing perfectly on its target to much cheering and applause. But the alone time in the quiet couldn’t last long.

Roman appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Did you enjoy your surprise?”

“I did, thank you. But you didn’t have to do all this.” Waving your arm in a circle, you brought attention to the raucous that had become your backyard. If people didn’t keep an eye out, the square of grass was going to turn into a ring requiring a referee.

“Yes, I did. I like surprising you with things.” He kissed your temple, then whispered in your ear. “This isn’t all that I’ve got for you.”

You rolled your eyes. The man never stops. “Oh, I’m sure you do.”

Slightly offended, he sucked his teeth at you. “It won’t be only that.” Pressing his cheek to yours, he guided your eyeline to land on one other person. “I talked to somebody this week about something you’ve been afraid to ask for yourself.”

A gasp ripped through you. It caught the attention of the man you were looking at. That Scottish grin tugged at the side of Drew’s face, and he raised his plate of cake to you. When he winked, you shrank back into Roman’s chest, but he puffed it out. Forcing you to remain in view of the only other man you desired besides Roman.

“You’re not joking, are you?”

Roman kissed your temple again before standing straight. “I never joke when it comes to the needs of my girl.” He nodded over your head at Drew.

Soon you were standing in his shadow, backed up against your lover and husband with nowhere to go. “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

You swallowed thickly. “Th- Thank you.”

“If it’s alright, I’ll see you later to give you your present.”

He was gone, pulled away by Sheamus into a deep soccer discussion before you could squeak out a reply. Roman ran his hands up and down your shoulders. You calmed under his touch. Suddenly, you turned. Grabbing him by his shirt collar, you dragged him down for a kiss.

“Thank you, thank you, thank-“

Roman silenced you with a kiss. “Anything for you.”

Across the yard, Jimmy Uso shouted, “get a room!”

“If you would hurry up and eat your cake, we would have been there by now!” Roman tugged you into his chest to hide your embarrassment, flipping off his cousin while the rest of the party laughed.

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The rest of the celebration went smoothly. It was the first time in a while that you’d been able to relax with your coworkers, many of whom you truly considered your close friends. They trickled out a few at a time and wishing you well.

Soon it was just you, Roman, and Drew.

The second the door shut, they turned and looked at you with equally hungry gazes. Like lions, they followed your retreating steps. Down the hall, bumping into corners, struggling with door handles. Roman pressed up against you, opening the last one into your bedroom when your hands couldn’t manage it in time. He picked you up by your waist, making you yelp. As Drew shut the door behind him, Roman planted you in the center of the room.

“I have to admit,” Drew said, “that I was a bit surprised when Roman came to see me. I didn’t take him for the kind of man to share.” He ignored Roman’s muttered “I don’t,” and started to pace around you. “It’s unfortunate that Roman got to you before I did.” Placing the crook of his finger under your chin, he made you look up into his eyes. “Maybe you wouldn’t be in such a predicament now.”

A warm torso stepped up behind you, trapping you between the two men once again. “Perhaps. But then you’d be in the predicament of having to come to me to ask for this little evening.” Roman ran his fingers through your hair, making your eyes close and your mouth part. He chuckled above you, laughing at how easily you melted under his touch, and at Drew’s shocked face of how little it took to make you moan. He stepped back, making you whine at the loss of his heat. “What can I say? You’ll always be my favorite number two.”

Drew rolled his eyes. “Aw, piss off, Reigns.”

You turned and slapped at Roman’s shoulder. “Could you behave for once?”

“That’s not usually my style.”

“It’s my birthday,” you pouted.

Stepping behind you, Drew wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his head to one side, mirroring Roman’s place. “She’s right, Roman. You shouldn’t deny the birthday girl the perfect version of her present.” He kissed the side of your head, making Roman growl.

To calm him, you wrapped your arms around one of Drew’s. “Please, baby? If this is supposed to be my present, can you two get along for a little while?”

That did it. Roman dramatically sighed. “I suppose so.” He snagged your wrist to tugged you out of Drew’s grip. “But you’re my girl, always and forever.”

“Unless she wants more, sometime.”

Roman shot him a glare. You laced your fingers into his. “I’m yours. Always and forever. Thanks for inviting Drew for me.”

“Anything for my girl.”

Drew snorted. “You’ve really got him wrapped around your little finger, don’t you, princess?”

“In about ten minutes,” Roman said, “you’ll probably be in the same position.”

Rolling your eyes, you took both men by the wrist and tugged them towards the bed. You guided each hand to a strap on your dress, then closed your eyes. It made your skin hot that you could tell their touches apart despite them moving in confusing patterns. One dipped under the front neckline to run his fingers over your breasts. The other reached back, spreading his large hand across your bared skin, then reaching for the zipper. As it came down, the other helped you out of the fabric. Unprepared as you were, your underwear didn’t match, one of the bows was missing, and you momentarily felt like this moment could have been better. Then the hands removed that fabric as well, and you didn’t care anymore.

When you opened your eyes, Roman was there to kiss your forehead. He made eye contact with Drew behind you, who kissed between your shoulder blades. You arched at the sensation.

“Watch this.” Roman ran his hands up your stomach to cup your breasts. Then he squeezed them, kneaded them and brought your nipples to stiff peaks. Your mouth fell open, gasping as he started to roll the buds between his fingers. His touch moved for a minute, then Drew’s hands were where his had been. Drew continued the motion, humming as you leaned back into his chest. Roman guided your feet apart. He reached between your thighs, then ran his fingers through the slick he found there. “Either that didn’t take long, or you’ve been wet all afternoon thinking about taking both of us.” He made you focus on him. “Which was it?”

He didn’t wait for your answer. Shedding his shirt, he nodded for Drew to do the same, taking up the motions on your breasts in the meantime. Drew sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled you into his lap, holding your legs apart with his knees. Roman kneeled, watching you pant and writhe with Drew working your breasts, and him rubbing up and down your thighs.

“Talk to her.” As he nosed up your thigh he added, “bonus points if you find the place on her neck to whisper and make her shiver.”

You glared at him.

Then Drew’s nose was running along your jawline. “Hmm. I wonder where that could be.” The rumble in his chest brought you close to a shiver. “I have to ask,” he kissed the top of your shoulder, “why did you wait so long to ask, princess? You could have had me at any time.” He moved his mouth to right behind your ear. “You could have had this cock filling you every night.” The shiver that shot through you made him trap you close to his chest. One hand spread across your stomach, while the other alternated between your breasts. Your arms were pinned to your sides.

So, when Roman started to eat you out, there was nowhere for you to squirm except back into Drew’s chest, and to grind back into his cock trapped in his jeans. He groaned in your ear, holding you closer. Roman nosed at your clit, helping to pin down your thighs with his grip keeping you open and spread across Drew’s thighs. Behind you, Drew continued to whisper questions of what you liked best. Below you, Roman brought you to the brink, leaned back so you would squirm, then to the brink again. Soon Drew couldn’t take you grinding on his cock anymore and reached for your clit himself.

“Does the birthday girl get to cum as many times as she wants, or will there be just one like lightening?”

Roman slowly licked bottom to top up your slit. “Depends. Which do you want, baby girl? So many that you can’t remember your name, or just the one that will knock you on your ass?” He curled two fingers into your slick. “You have to tell me soon. Or I’m going to pick.”

“Many,” you rushed. “Please. Don’t make me wait. I want to feel both of you. Please. Many, please, Roman-“

He grunted. “Keep working at her clit. And hold her tight, Drew. She’s… active when she cums.”

You could feel Drew’s smirk against your cheek.

They worked against you together. On edge already, the first orgasm quaked through your limbs. Drew tightened his grip, gasping with how much force there was in your release. He pressed his cheek to yours as you opened your eyes, and you saw what he saw. Across the room, your boudoir mirror caught your strung-out look and reflected it back. Roman’s head bobbed up and down as he toyed with your sex. Stringing you out, drawing your next release closer and closer. Drew’s ministrations on your clit made your chest heave.

“You look gorgeous, princess,” Drew groaned in your ear. “We’ve got all night to ruin ya’ and we’ve just begun.”

Roman took that moment to curl his fingers how he had learned over the years with you. Again, you shuddered and quaked, gushing on Roman’s tongue and arching in Drew’s hold. Roman stood up to swallow your cries with a rough kiss. He motioned for Drew to get rid of his pants while he worked on removing his own. Every inch of you was sensitive. Both men kissed their way over and around your body, nipping and sucking marks to claim bits and pieces of you.

Holding you lightly by your throat, Roman held you up to meet his gaze. “Do you want him, baby girl?”

Frantically, you nodded.

He pushed you to your hands and knees with your legs spread towards him. In front of you, Drew was very ready for you. His cock bobbed in front of your face.

“Go ahead,” Roman urged. “Taste it.”

“Come on, princess. Let me feel that hot mouth-“ Drew broke off with a groan as you wrapped your lips around his head. You moaned and hummed around him. Bobbing back and forth, you worked on getting as deep into your mouth as you could. Roman suddenly pulled you away, making both you and Drew gasp at the loss. “Reigns-“

“I need her attention.” Roman stroked your breasts, then ran his hand up to your throat, supporting your head. “You’re gonna make him feel good, right?” He grinned at feeling your hum under his fingertips. “While you’re doing that, I’m going to make you feel good too. Is that okay?”

“Yes, please.”

He pushed you back down, spreading his hand over your spine. “That’s my good girl.”

You warmed at the praise. Eagerly, you took Drew back into your mouth. Roman began to work into your sex, easing, pulling and pushing. The pushing sent you further down Drew’s cock, making him brace one hand back on the headboard. He gripped your hair, keeping you from taking him all the way. That is, until Roman was ready. Unknown to you, they shared a look above you, then both pulled out so they could begin their paces into your holes.

Drew cracked first. “Reigns, you bastard-“

He just laughed. “Tappin’ out already?”

“Not a chance.” Drew moved your hair out of your face so he could watch your lips move around his cock. “Look at you, princess. Never would’ve thought you were such a good cocksucker. And takin’ the both of us? You’re a treasure.” He groaned as you swallowed around him. “Takin’ me so deep down t’at pretty throat. Takin’ him so deep into your pussy.”

Roman groaned when you contracted your walls around him, letting him know you hadn’t forgot him. “You like it when we talk dirty to you, don’t you pretty girl?” He roughly filled you, then sat there, running his fingers up and down your spine while Drew continued to fuck your mouth. “Bet Drew has no idea the things you let me do to you. Edging you for weeks while I’m gone. Making you scream for hours when I get back, or you come to see me. Wonder if he’s ever heard you from my dressing room, unable to scream anything but my name.”

Drew’s pace stuttered.

It wasn’t unnoticed. “He answered quick to your little proposition. Turns out, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Can you imagine it, baby girl, your big Scotsman having to find some secluded spot because of the sound of you cumming on this dick?”

You groaned, making Drew shudder. Moving with Roman’s restarted thrusts, you took Drew deeper, gagging when you went to far. Drew kept you from doing that again, but his stuttering thrusts filled your mouth and throat just fine. Your every nerve ending was thrumming. So close to release. Roman knew it, was waiting for it. He lightly scratched his nails down your back, then leaned to reach down for your clit.

“Cum for us, baby. Come on.”

With a whimper, your body seized. Drew gripped the base of his cock and pulled out so you could breathe and scream as Roman kept moving. He watched as Roman took you to another orgasm before filling you with his own.

Roman, breathless, laid you down across the bed as Drew moved to stand between your legs. Roman kneeled next to your head to kiss your cheek and to ask you to keep going. “Can you give us one more, baby? To thank him for your present?”

Your mind was filled with haze. But you nodded anyway and reached for him. Drew took your hand, letting you pull him over you. His large hands smoothed up your torso, then back down to your thighs. He held them open, plotting his next move. Your sex oozed with Roman’s cum. Smirking, Drew crooked his fingers and scooped it out. You shuddered with sensitivity, soothed by Roman running his fingers through your hair. You didn’t see the glare. Didn’t care as Drew slowly filled you. Their stuffing of you were of different pleasing proportions, but all you cared about was the pleasure. He waited for you to buck towards him before making the pace.

“How does she feel, Drew?”

“Incredible,” he grunted. “Gonna make you cum, princess. Gonna fill you up. Your mouth took me so good. Now fuck this cock. Come on. I’ll get you there.”

Weakly, you met his thrusts. The last orgasm was there. Waiting. Close. Drew reached to circle your clit. It didn’t take long before you were gone. Soaring. Crying out his name and clawing at the sheets with the hand Roman didn’t have intertwined with his.

Finally sated, you let your mind blur and dance in fuzzy circles behind your eyes. Gently, they cleaned you up. Dressed you in your silk pajamas. You startled when both of them crawled into bed on either side of you.

Roman kissed the back of your neck while Drew traced his finger over your lips. “Did you really think a few orgasms was going to be your present?” Drew chuckled, brushing his fingers over your eyelids. “I’ll be here in the morning for your wake-up call too.” He kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, princess.”

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

“Goodnight, Drew,” you yawned. “Goodnight, Roman.”

You dreamed of what the morning would bring.

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[dirtywresling102]

Forever in His Debt - Drew McIntyre (18+)

Mafia!Drew McIntyre x Melody

Commission: @tokipanda68

Summary: Melody’s father owes money to the mafia. He can’t afford to pay them back so Drew takes what he wants. 

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Mafia, Smut, Cussing, Mentions of drinking and gambling

Word Count: 4,194

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“Please, Drew- Mr. McIntyre, I'll get you the money. I swear!” The small round man begged. Drew ignored every word that was coming out of his mouth. He’s had people like this before, borrowing money for whatever reason and not being able to pay the mafia back. Drew looked around the small house, it was pretty obvious that there was nothing valuable here that would cover the debt that this man dug himself in. 

“You see, when you borrowed money from me, from my mob I expect you to pay me back and on time.” Drew’s eyes were cold as he looked at the man. He knew this man’s gambling troubles and drinking so it was no surprise that the banks turned him down for a loan. Drew clicked his tongue, eyeing around the house, his goons behind him, their guns loaded. Of course no guns were out just in case there were children. Drew wasn’t that heartless, he did violant things, he was a fucking mobster for Christ sakes but he knew when to draw the line if children were involved. 

Parents were smart to tell their children about the mafia as a scary story before bedtime. So arriving here and if there were children, they knew better than to do anything stupid. Drew’s hazel eyes scanned over the shelf, soon stopping to see a picture frame. ‘Oh, what’s this?’ Drew thought to himself, arching his eyebrow to see the man that borrowed money from him and a stunning girl who was no older than sixteen. Drew was shocked by her beauty in the picture. Tearing his attention away from the picture he looked around the house once more. There were pictures of her all on the wall now that he noticed, he stopped looking for anything valuable. “Is this your daughter?” Drew asked, pointing to a picture. 

Steve- the man who was in debt quickly nodded his head. “Yes, she just turned sixteen.” He swallowed thickly. “Her name is Melody.” Steve spoke, rubbing his knuckles nervously.

Drew licked his lips seductively. “Melody.” Drew whispered, the way her name rolled off his tongue made him shiver. 

Steve didn’t miss the way Drew licked his lips. “Please, Mr. McIntyre, she's all I have.” 

“Let’s make a deal.” Drew spoke, ignoring Steve. “If you don’t have my money by the time Melody is legal age I will take her and we can forget about you being in the negatives with me.” Drew straightened his tie, brushing his sleeves. 

“I- I.” Steve didn’t know what to say, it was a hell of a deal and it was extremely hard to make deals with the leader of the mafia. “Are we talking about voting age or drinking age?” 

“Legal age.” Drew gritted his jaw, the thick Scottish accent seething through his teeth. His fist hitting the wall closest to him, making Steve and even his goons jump. Drew cleared his throat, running his thick fingers through his long raven hair. He didn’t like repeating himself. “I’ll see you in two years on Melony’s eighteenth birthday. Better pay me back if you want to keep your little girl.” With that Drew took a few large steps and left the small house. Drew’s heart was hammering and it wasn’t because of intimidating Steve. 

Coming home after a long day of college was the best part of the day, especially on my birthday. Pushing the key into the lock I twisted it, surprised that the door wasn’t locked I swung the front door open. “I’m home!” I hollered, taking my bag off of my shoulders. I placed it on the floor by the door. I tossed my keys onto the nearest table. “Hello?” I asked, it was too quiet in the house. There were no sounds coming from the kitchen or smell. No sign that my mother was cooking my favorite meal, we were probably going out to eat. 

Entering the kitchen I saw my parents sitting in chairs and two large men in suits behind them. “What’s going on?” I asked, instantly noticing the tears streaming down my mother's cheeks. 

My father finally spoke up. “Honey, you’re going to go away for a while.” He wouldn’t dare meet my gaze. 

“Away?” I asked, this was a weird birthday present. “Uh why?” My eyes darted towards the two strangers standing over my parents. 

My mother let out a sob, her hands coming over her face. “What’s going on?” I asked, this wasn’t what I was expecting for my eighteenth birthday. “You guys are scaring me.” 

“Honey, you know how your father has a problem. He did something unspeakable and without my permission or knowledge.” She hiccuped.

I was growing angry as they beat around the bush and wouldn’t spit it out already. Taking a step backwards to run up to my room, my back collided with a larger figure. “Hello, love.” A male’s Scottish accent hit my ears. “The name is Drew.” Spinning around I looked up at the tall man. I noticed how Drew’s hazel eyes darken as he looked at me. “Pretty young thing you are.” He whispered so only I could hear him. 

I blinked at his comment, “Oh hell no.” I instantly knew what was going on as my eyes looked down at the gun tucked away in his waist. With my father’s financial problems and the way this man dressed and looked how he had money. Realizing who Drew was, I whipped my head around, glaring at my father. “You did not fucking pimp me out.” I snarled. 

Drew laughed loudly at my assumption. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. “Oh on the contrary, doll.” Drew bent down low, his lips near my ear. “You see, your daddy borrowed money from me and we made a deal two years ago on how if he doesn’t pay me back that you’ll mine at legal age.” 

“You bastard!” I screamed at him, tears threatening to spill but I tried holding them back. 

“Shh, love. He’s not worth it.” Drew placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from the kitchen and down the hallway towards my room. “I’ll give you ten mintues to pack up and we’re leaving for good.” Drew’s voice was giving off a warning sound as if saying ‘don’t do anything stupid’. Nodding I turned around, entering my room and slamming it shut. Tears streamed down my face as I realized what was happening. My father sold my life because he was in debt. 

Quickly gather clothes and other things I could think of and shove it into my bag. Opening the door I stormed out, slightly jumping to see Drew leaning against the wall. “You’re already done?” He asked. Nodding, I walked past him. “That was only like three minutes.” Drew checked his watch that was wrapped around his wrist, arching his eyebrow.

“Just get me the fuck out of here.” I demanded, not even thinking what Drew’s plans with me were. 

“Melody, wait.” My mother sobbed out, trying to get my attention before I left the house. Ignoring her pleas and cries I stepped out of the house. I didn’t even notice the large black SUV with tinted windows until now. 

“Right this way, love.” Drew placed his large hand on my lower back and guided me to the vehicle. Drew reached his free hand and opened the door. Climbing in, I scooted to the farthest seat, my attention towards the window. 

“I’ll pay him back sweetheart, don’t you worry!” Was all I heard my father yell. 

Drew smirked at my father and shook his head. “Don’t even worry about it, you’re debt free.” He winked, climbing into the car he slammed the door shut. The two other goons climbed into the front, they soon started the car and we left. 

My eyes were everywhere in the large house that Drew was guiding me through. I looked at all of the expensive and unique paintings hanging on the wall, large soft rugs stretched on the marble floor. I was so distracted, I wasn’t even paying attention to his words. “And this is your room.” Drew pushed open the door. The bedroom walls were dipping in my favorite color along with the covers on the bed. It was much larger than the room I had back at home. Drew took my things from me as I explored the room, there was a large bathroom connected to my room. 

As I walked back into my room, I saw Drew searching through my things. “What are you doing?” I asked. He tossed my clothes around until he found what he was looking for, my laptop. 

“Don’t need this.” He flashed the only nice thing I had in my life.

“Hey- wait no! I need it for class.” I frowned, trying to reach it but he raised it higher for me not to grab. Damn his tallness.

“I can’t have you blabbing about my secrets now, love.” Drew informed me, raising it higher as I tried to climb on his large form.

“I won’t, I promise!” I begged, my eyes looking back at the laptop. 

Drew grabbed my chin, the pad of his thumb rubbed against my cheek. “Sleep now, love. You’ve had a busy day.” He whispered. Brushing his thumb over my plump bottom lip his eyes looked at my mouth and back up at my eyes. He leaned downwards, his soft lips pressing against mine, leaving a small kiss. I didn’t even know if I kissed back or not I was too shocked. Pulling away he licked his lips as if he was getting the rest of my taste off of his mouth. “Rest, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Drew promised. With that he turned on the heel of his nice black dress shoes and left my room. 

That night I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was being in a new environment, the fact that I’ll probably never see my mother again or it was the memorizing kiss Drew planted on me before he left. Laying in bed, I stared at the white ceiling above me. The kiss kept playing in my head, over and over again. Squirming underneath the blankets I froze, I was getting wet from the event that happened hours ago. Swallowing thickly, I ran my dominant hand down my body. Shivering from my own touch I exhaled shallowly as I reached my soaking entrance. 

A soft whimper escaped my lips as I touched my sensitive clit. How could I get wet at the thought of kissing my kidnapper, a total stranger to me! Tossing my head back into the soft plush pillows as my index finger entered me. My tightness wrapped around the single digit. Slowly pushing and pulling my finger in and out of my pussy, I slowly sped up the pace. Flashes of Drew filled my head, how he towered over me, how built he was. His suit stretched as his muscles flexed with each movement he made. Remembering how his eyes looked at me over everything I did. 

My pussy clenched around my finger, I was close. Panting heavily, I used my other hand to play with my clit. The last memory I had with Drew struck my mind. His lips soft against mine, how they moved against me and held me close to his large body. My orgasm hit in an instant, the hand that was playing with my clit flew up to my mouth, muffling my moans as I overcame my climax. 

Panting, I slowly pulled my finger out and laid in bed, calming myself down. Once I came down from my high I pulled the blankets off my sweaty body. Rolling out of bed, I decided to roam the empty halls. Slowly opening my door, I peaked my head out looking up and down the dark hallway. Seeing no one about, I slipped out of my room. The large house seemed a bit spookier with no lights on. 

My feet pitter pattered down the hallway on the cold marble floor, I slightly cursed at myself for not wearing socks. Making a right turn I ended up in the kitchen. My stomach growled, realizing I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch. Then again how could I eat after all of the events that happened. Walking towards the fridge, I open the door. Squinting as the bright light inside blinded me, I looked at all of the options. I’ve never had this amount of food to pick, we didn’t have much back at my house. Grabbing a water bottle and a container of strawberries, I turned around and jumped at the figure behind me. “Can’t sleep?” His soothing accent filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and hitting my ears. 

“No.” I murmured, moving past him and placing my small snack on the counter. Opening the water I took a few gulps.

“Well, sounds like to me you were having a nightmare.” A slight smirk appeared on his face as I choked.  Drew walked closer to me, nearly hovering as his lips grazed my ear. “My room is next to yours and the walls are very thin.” Shivering at his deep voice I finally had the courage to look up at him. “Tell me, bana-phrionnsa” he placed his large hand underneath my chin. “What made you moan ever so sweetly, hmm?” Drew asked, eyeing my appearance. “And don’t lie, I know the sounds of a naughty girl masturbating when I hear one.”

My face became bright red, I nearly forgot how to speak as he made my body tremble just by the way he was speaking. “I- I…” My mouth became dry even though I just drank the cold liquid. Swallowing my nervousness. “What does b- bana-” Before I botched the word Drew chuckled deeply and cut me off. 

“Bana-phrionnsa, means princess in my country.” He stroked his soft finger against my cheek. “You’re my bana-phrionnsa.” He hummed, leaning down he pressed his forehead against mine. “Do you like it when I call you my bana-phrionnsa?” 

I had no words, he was speaking so sweet to me. Even though I knew what and who he was I couldn’t help but to eat up his words. I nodded, not wanting to embarrass myself. I saved my words. 

“So tell me, what made you moan so loudly tonight?” He questioned, pulling his head away. He wasn’t going to give up on this question.

“You, I was thinking about you.” I breathed out. 

Drew smiled as I finally admitted it and stopped dodging his question. “Is that so?” He licked his lips. His muscular arm pushed the bottle of water and container of strawberries off of the counter, making them fall onto the floor. He gripped my waist, picking me up and placing me on the cold, smooth surface of the counter top. “And what were you thinking about me?” He growled, eyes darkening slightly. Drew leaned into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Please don’t make me say it.” I whined, embarrassed. I cried out in pleasure as Drew bit down on my flesh where my neck and shoulder met, his warm hand slipped underneath my shirt, cupping my breast. 

Suckling hard, Drew pulled away from the dark hickey he left. “Say it.” He pinched and tweaked at my nipple. 

“You fucking me! I thought about you thrusting your cock in me.” I moaned as he switched onto my other breast. 

“Hmm, good girl.” Drew whispered huskily. He pulled his hand out from under my shirt which made me whimper from the loss of contact. Drew gripped the bottom of my night shirt, tossing it over my head he threw it behind him. His eyes darkened at the sight of my bare chest, his 

hazel eyes scanned over my half naked body. “Stunning.” He hummed, leaning down he latched his mouth around my left nipple. Suckling and lightly biting, his hand started to play with my right breasts. 

Tossing my head back, I moaned in pure bliss. My hands gripped at his long dark hair, giving it a slight tug. Drew pulled away slightly from my chest, soft moans left his mouth from my actions. He left a kiss trail as he made his way to my other breast. Doing the same thing, sucking and flicking his tongue over my hardening nipple, I grew wetter in my panties. 

Drew pulled away from my tender chest, he grabbed his dark shirt and pulled it over his head. My eyes traveled over his body, his biceps flexed as he tossed his shirt to the side, chest strong along with his chiseled abs across his stomach. He obviously never misses a day at the gym. Drew grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. His fingers dipped in the hem of my pajama pants, pulling them down my legs along with my panties. I shivered slightly as the cold countertop touched my bare ass. 

“Oh my sweet, Melody.” Drew’s husky voice rang in my ear. Looking up at him, I caught him licking his lips. “I don’t know whether to eat you out or fuck you full of my come.” Drew chewed on the inside of his cheek as if he was making a decision. 

My heart hammered against my chest, no man had ever shown how much he wanted me before. Growing the courage, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “You can eat me out whenever I need you.” I pouted, my eyes glossy as I looked over his features. As if he couldn’t believe the mouth I had on me. 

“Whatever my bana-phrionnsa wants.” Drew smiled. His large hands left my waist and started to push his pants and boxers down his muscular legs. My eyes widen slightly at the sight of his large cock twitching against his lower fit stomach. He grabbed underneath my chin, lifting my attention to his face. “It’ll fit.” Drew smirked, my reaction to his cock must have been concerning. 

Drew placed his hands on top of my thighs. Drew had surprisingly soft hands for being a killer. I wondered how many people he’s killed, if not him how many people he's ordered to have killed. Knowing he’s in the mob life he’s broken the law many times, not only killing being on top of the list. Being a mobster also had perks, money, cars and women. Swallowing thickly, my mind thought about his sex life, how many women has he fucked? As I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize Drew spread my legs and dipped two of his fingers into my dripping cunt. “Ah!” I squealed in surprise as he slowly pulled out. He brought his glistening finger to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around his finger, he sucked off my juices. “Hmm.” He growled, slowly pulling his digits out of his mouth. “Taste so fucking devine.” He purred. “You sure you don’t want me to eat you out?” Drew teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. 

“I’m sure, now please fuck me.” I begged, my legs still spread. My juices dripped down onto the surface of the counter. 

“Okay, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely.” Drew fitted in between my thighs, he grabbed underneath my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. His raging cock throbbing with need. Drew grabbed the base of his cock, pumping his dick a few times in his hand. Guiding his mushroom tip against my entrance he slowly pushed in me. My hands grabbed at his swole shoulders, digging my nails into his tan flesh. 

“Fuck.” Drew hissed out, not just because of the stinging pain in his shoulders, but my pussy wrapped so tightly around his tip. Drew slowly pushed his hips against mine, his cock sinking inside of my cunt. 

“K- Keep going, don’t stop.” I moaned, resting my head against his slightly hairy chest, my eyes shut tightly. He didn’t stop one beat as his cock slowly inched his way deeper. 

Drew exhaled loudly, now balls deep inside of me. He growled lowly as my pussy fluttered around his cock. “I need to move.” His hands resting on my waist. 

My head snapped up, my eyes full of lust. “Then fucking move.” I demanded. Drew flashed a devilish smirk towards me, showing his white teeth. Pulling his cock half way out of me, he thrust back inside. I whimpered as his rigid cock hit a different angle this time. 

“So fucking tight.” Drew huffed a low howl as he kept thrusting. Drew looked down, watching his glistening cock fuck in and out of his lovers pussy. Drew looked at me, watching my face twist in bliss and pleasure, he couldn’t help but smile. “I can tell you’re close, bana-phrionnsa.” Drew dug his fingers into her hips, leaving bruises. “Hold it for me, Melody. Just a little longer.” Drew announced as his cock slipped in and out at a faster pace than before. 

The kitchen was full of hot sex sounds, moans and whimpering along with dirty talking and skin slapping against skin. The wetness of my pussy squelched with each thrust Drew did, making me blush. “I- I can’t hold on much longer.” I warned, my stomach tightening with each thrust Drew pushed into me. Everything Drew was doing made my body hot and bothered. His touches, the way he’d angle his cock differently with each thrust. Drew leaned down, his heavy breathing hitting my ear. 

“Be a good girl and wait.” He growled, his lips latching onto my neck, suckling hard he growled as he left hickies. I gritted my teeth slightly as my orgasm became closer and closer as Drew fucked me faster and harder. 

“I- I can’t hold it!” I cried out, hot tears slid down my cheeks as I held my orgasm back. Feeling Drew’s cock twitch inside my walls, I nearly exploded. 

“Come, fucking come all over my cock Melody.” Drew demanded, his heavy balls emptying his seed inside of me. Feeling his warm come enter my body, triggered my climax. My eyes fluttered shut as my body shook from the intenseness. Screaming out Drews name, I raked my nails down his arm, leaving marks. Drew hissed at the slight pain, pumping his cock a few more times in me, pusing his load deeper.

As we came down from our high and caught our breaths, Drew rested his sweaty forehead against my shoulder. The scottish mobster mumbled something I didn’t catch. “W- What?” I asked slightly out of breath. 

He brought his head up, repeating what he said. “Marry me.” Drew looked down at me as if he was staring into my soul.

“Marry you?” I choked out, this man took me from my family because of my father’s debt. “I... “ I looked away from him. “I don’t know what to say.” I mumbled, looking at the shiny floor, it must have been cleaned earlier today. 

“Say yes.” Drew spoke softly, grabbing my jaw and making me look at him. “You’re all I’ve ever thought about.” Drew confessed. “I visited your father when you were a minor, warning him about his debt. Melody, your father had two years to pay me back and he never did, I took you away from that abuse. I saw your phone on the shelf and I fell in love with you.” He rubbed his thumb against my cheek. “I had plans for you.” Drew looked down, his soft cock still in me.

Two and two clicked, my eyes widened as I realized he wasn’t wearing protection. “You had planned to get me pregnant?” I swallowed thickly. 

“I mean, this wasn’t planned.” Drew cleared his throat. “I was planning on taking you on our wedding night but hearing you moaning in your room I couldn’t stop myself.” Drew was still caressing my face. “I’ll make a deal with you.” 

“Yeah, like you did with my dad?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my breasts, trying to hide myself. 

“Don’t be like that.” Drew warned, he gave me a slight glare. It was best to keep business and relationship problems separate. “If you marry me, you can see your family whenever you want.” Drew promised. 

Biting my lower lip, I thought about it. Marrying a handsome Scottish mobster that was also great at sex along with seeing my family or don’t marry him and he could possibly do the worst to me. Biting my cheek I weighed my pros and cons. 

“You don’t have to answer now-”

“Yes.” I quickly said, meeting his eyes. Drew blinked as if he didn’t understand. 

“What?” He questioned.

I smiled softly at his confusion, I played with the tips of his hair flowing over his shoulder. “I said yes.” 

“You sure you don’t want to think-”

I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes to him wanting to be respectful and wanting me to think about my answer. “I said yes, I want to marry you. Now, where’s my ring?” I giggled.

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The Vampire at the Masquerade Ball - Drew McIntyre (18+)

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Pairing: Vampire!Drew Mcintyre x  Melanie

Summary: Going to a masquerade ball with your friend and running into a handsome man named Drew Mcintyre who has a secret.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Talking about ex boyfriends, Past relationships, Vampire x Female!Reader, Vampire!Drew Mcintyre, Foul Language, masquerade ball, Minors DNI

Word Count: 3,818

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I looked at myself in the mirror, my black dress was a bit snug on me, but not in an uncomfortable way. My curled hair rested over my shoulders, my make up was freshly put on not long after doing my hair. Grabbing the silver glittery mask I placed it on my face, tying it behind my head. 

“Damn dude, you look good.” Peyton giggled, fiddling with her ear rings. “I’m sure you’ll forget about-”

“Please.” I interrupted her. “Please, don’t bring him up.” I begged. Truth be told, I didn’t even want to go to this masquerade ball, but Peyton’s father was throwing it for his business and she insisted that I attend it with her. I’ve been cooped up in my apartment ever since my ex dumped me for another girl. I found out that I was basically his side woman. He’s been talking to this other female half of our relationship over snapchat, they met on instagram I found out later on. We got this apartment to take our relationship to the next step but he left me with all of the bills. 

“Anyways, you look hot as hell. I’m sure you’ll meet someone at the ball.” Peyton smiled, handing me my black high heels.

“Or let’s hope that there’s an open bar so I can drink.” I murmured under my breath as I slipped into my heels. 

“Oh Melanie, of course there will be an open bar.” She teased. “But I don’t want to see you drinking your sorrows away, I want you to find a nice guy to dance with, exchange numbers and who knows, start a new life with?” Peyton thought out loudly.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” I looked at myself in the mirror one last time.

Peyton sighed, “If you insist, then fine.” She handed me my purse. “Let’s go, the limo is outside.” 

Locking up my apartment, Peyton and I took the elevator down to the lobby and headed towards the limo.

Sitting in the backseat of the limo, Peyton grabbed two crystal glasses and a bottle of champagne. “Something for us to get started on.” She wiggled her eyebrows. I couldn’t help but to give her a little smile. “There’s that smile, now,” She popped open the bottle, champagne quickly bubbled from the top and poured into the glasses. “Let’s party!” She handed me my glass and I took a sip of the rich alcohol. Finishing the drink in one gulp, I swayed the glass in front of her, wanting more.

“Okay, okay. I got the hint.” She rolled her eyes, pouring more of the creamy liquid. “Easy on this stuff, I don’t want you drunk before we get there.” Peyton put the bottle back in a bucket full of ice, letting it chill. 

Arriving at the building, the chofer parked the limo, climbed out and opened the door closest to the entrance. “You ladies have a wonderful night, Peyton just text me and I’ll come and get you two when you’re ready to be taken home.” 

“Thank’s Al, you’re the best.” She giggled, kissing the older gentleman’s cheek. A bright blush appeared on Al’s cheeks, clearing his throat he closed the door and got back into the driver’s seat. “Let’s party!” She squealed, rushing up towards the doors. 

“Let’s just get this over with.” I signed myself, following Peyton to the door security was there blocking it. 

“Name?” The tall security guard asked, his voice deep.

“Fuck you, that’s who.” Peyton spat, sticking out her tongue she walked past the two. 

My face heated up from Peyton’s behavior. “My apologies, she gets like this when alcohol is in her system.” 

“It’s okay ma’am, you and Peyton can go right in.” A smaller male opened the door for us. Walking through the doors, I looked over my shoulders, seeing the smaller security guard talking to the larger one, probably explaining who Peyton was and who her father is. 

Catching up to Peyton I panted softly, I forgot how hard it was to walk in heels. “Peyton, you can’t treat people like that.” I told her, but she of course wasn’t listening. She was lost, looking at the sea of people in front of us. “What? What is it?” I asked, adjusting the mask on my face. 

“Do you see all of this fresh meat here?” She was basically licking her lips.

“Don’t address them like that.” I said a bit weirdly at how her eyes dilated and how her mouth was basically watering over how many men were in one room. “Come on! Let’s go have some fun!” She giggled, wrapping my hand and rushed me towards the crowd. 

It felt like hours went by, Peyton introduced me to so many men in the building. Some weren’t interested, some were too interested and others were interested in Peyton. Now sitting on a bar stool sipping some fruity cocktail, I lost Peyton awhile ago, some guy she was trying to introduce to me got her attention and they ran off together in the crowded dance floor. 

Music played throughout the speakers, people came and others left with someone they met from here. “Hey Melanie!” Turning my head slightly I saw Peyton swaying, leaning up against a tall handsome male with a cute smile. “This is Jordan.” 

“It’s Jake.” The man named Jake arched his eyebrow, looking down at her. 

“Whatever, anyways, Jacky and I are leaving, you can get a ride home right?” She slurred her words, her breath smelt of alcohol. 

“Well, uh actually-”

“Great! Text me tomorrow, I want to know all the details from tonight when you hook up with that lucky man.” She giggled, leaning against the male named Jake. “Let’s go Jack.”

“It’s Jake.” He reminded her once again.

“I said let’s go!” She barked. 

With that, Jake basically carried her out of the building. Facing the bar again someone caught my eye, looking to my left I saw a male in a tight white button up shirt and a black mask that looked like it didn’t need any strings to be on his face, it fitted him perfectly, he had long dark hair that passed his shoulders. “To a night of partying.” I raised my glass to him and downed it. 

The handsome stranger gave me a sly smile, raising his glass of liquor and downed it in one gulp as well. Tearing my eyes away from him, I slid off of the stool and started to walk around, trying to find a bathroom. Finally spotting the bathroom signs, I started to make my way through the crowd, squeezing past people and apologizing. People kept dancing around, someone accidently pushed me into another person. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I apologized quickly to the gentleman with the silver mask tied around his face. 

“Melaine? Is that you?” 

Turning to the stranger again my heart sank, I recognized those eyes anywhere. “Dean?” I wheezed, feeling very uncomfortable being around him. “What uh, what are you doing here?” I asked, looking around to see if he was with the girl he cheated on me with.

“I’m here with a few friends.” He shrugged. “Look, I just wanted to say… I’m sorry.” He swallowed, looking down and looking back up at me.

“What?” I blinked at him, I wasn’t expecting to run into him tonight, especially wasn’t expecting an apology. 

“She was uh… Catfish.” He murmured shamefully. “It was actually a fifty-four year old male who was using his friend’s nieces’ pictures.” 

There was an awkward pause, people around us kept dancing and drinking, music played through the big speakers. “Well, uh I’m sorry to hear that.” I fidgeted with my fingers, not sure if it was due to anxiety by him or if it was because I had to use the restroom.

“Take me back.” Dean grabbed my hand, holding it tightly. 

“What?” I couldn’t help but to laugh, he had the nerves to say that after what he did to me and not to mention I’m stuck in a lease for a whole year. “No.” I tried to pull my hand back, away from him.

“I know what I did was terrible but you need to understand-” His grip on my wrist became tighter as I winced from the strength. 

“I understand that you’re a pig, a man whore.” I spat, my blood pumping, it felt like fire was flowing through my veins. “Now let go!” I snapped, trying to push him away.

“Okay, I deserve that but please just listen to me.” He begged, trying to get me to calm down and talk to him.

“No Dean, you’re hurting me and you cheated even if you were getting catfished you still left me.” I clenched my fist, his nails digging into my flesh.

Dean stepped closer to me, now letting go of my wrist he wrapped his arm around my waist, trying to pull me closer to him. I placed my hands on his chest, trying to push him away and get out of his grip. “Stop fighting it, Melanie.” Dean hissed, “Dance with me, you’ll soon realize how much you’ve missed me.” His breath smelt of heavy liquor, he’s probably been drinking all night.

“Dean, you’re drunk. Let me go!” I demanded, using all of my strength to get my drunk ex off of me.

“I think she said she’s not interested anymore, mate.” A thick voice spoke. Dean and I both looked at the stranger. I smiled weakly seeing it was the male from the bar, I was surprised he had an accent so thick.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think this is any of your business.” Dean snarled towards my savior. 

“Listen, pal.” The mystery man straightened his back and squared up his shoulder, obviously appearing a lot taller than Dean. “You best bet, leave her alone or else.” His accent was a bit heavier in a much more serious tone. 

Dean looked back at me, his eyes a bit darker, his face red with anger that some guy interrupted his work on winning me back. “This isn’t over.” Dean huffed, turning his heel. Dean walked past the tall hero, making sure to roughly collide his shoulder into the stranger. The stranger didn’t budge from the rude force. 

Watching Dean walk away, I looked up at the tall stranger. “Thank you.” I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

“Drunk guy trying to hit on ya?” The male from the bar teased me.

A smile tugged at my lips, I looked down and shook my head. “Try ex-boyfriend wanting to get back together.” I rubbed my achy wrists where Dean grabbed me.

“Oh that’s even worse.” We both laughed. “But, you’re welcome. If I was your boyfriend I wouldn’t have let you get away.” His eyes landed on my wrist. “Is your wrist okay?”

My cheeks became hot, biting my lip and clearing my throat a bit. “Melanie.” I stuck out my hand for him to shake. “My wrist will be alright, thank you.”

“Drew.” He introduced himself, taking my hand in his. He placed a kiss on the top of my knuckles. His hand cool to the touch making me break out in goosebumps, but I paid no mind to it. “Melaine, would you care to dance?” 

I didn’t even realize it was a slow song until he said something, people around us were up against each other, swaying to the soft beat that was pouring out from the speakers. The bathroom wasn’t my priority anymore and plus I forgot. “I- I’d love to.” I smiled up at him.

Drew stepped closer to me, grabbing my hand and placing his free hand on my waist while my hand was on his shoulder. We swayed and spun around to the beat of the song that was playing. “So what was that at the bar?” He raised his eyebrow out of curiosity. 

A blush appeared on my cheeks. “I guess I was just feeling loose, I was a bit upset that my friend ditched me but I don’t really know. That was the alcohol talking, I’m sorry.”  

Drew let out a hearty laugh. “Don’t worry about it, I thought it was cute.”

Looking up at the Scottish man I thought about Peyton’s comment about finding a new man and settling down with, Drew could possibly be the man I was looking for. “You remind me of someone I lost a long time ago.” I watched his eyes trace my appearance. 

“Oh I’m sorry, did you lose a sister?” I asked, tilting my head to the side. It felt as if it was only him and I in the room. 

“My wife actually.” He frowned. “She was stabbed.” His hazel eyes traced over my face.

“I’m so sorry.” I looked up at him, his eyes becoming a bit glossy. 

“Don’t worry about it, it happened years ago.” He swallowed, pulling me closer to his toned body and twirled us around, passing other couples. 

“You’re a really great dancer.” I decided to change the subject so he wouldn’t be sad anymore.

“Years of practice.” He flashed a smile. Gasping I swore I saw his top two canine teeth sharper than before. 

“Your- Your teeth.” I blurted out, blinking. My heart hammered in my chest, I knew I wasn’t that drunk to be seeing things. 

Drew swallowed thickly, his body stiffer than before. “My teeth, what about them?” He laughed, my eyes darted back to his sharp pointers and they were back to normal. His eyes roamed my neck, licking his lips to see my vein throbbing in my neck. “Scared I’m going to bite, Melanie?” He chuckled, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my neck. 

“N- No.” I choked out, it must have been the alcohol I consumed earlier, making me see things. My eyes flutter shut as I tilted my head to the side, allowing him to nuzzle into my neck.

“Good girl.” He growled, his fangs growing, grazing against my skin. My eyes widened, I quickly placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away, seeing his long canines attract back to their normal size.

“What- What the hell are you?” I quickly took a step back, nearly stepping into the couple dancing by us.

“Melanie, wait. Please let me explain.” He begged, reaching out for me.

“Don’t touch me, you monster.” I hissed, taking another step away. Drew frowned at that word. Everyone around us stopped dancing, staring in our direction.

Turning on the balls of my feet I quickly started to walk towards the exit, pushing past people the best I could. Stopping in my tracks to see Drew right next to the exit door, grabbing me and holding me tight.

“Get off! Let me go!” I cried out, about to scream but he covered my mouth with his hand and pulled me into the nearest closet. It seemed like nobody noticed as everyone went on with the dance.

“Would you listen to me!” He snapped, his eyes darker than usual. “I’m not a monster, well, in other people’s eyes I am but I swear I’m not.” 

“Then what are you?” Silents broke out in the small room filled with extra items that they might need and cleaning supplies. “What are you-”

“A vampire, okay?” Drew finally spoke.

“A vampire?” I reassured. 

“Yes, a vampire.” He confirmed, letting go of me. 

“Like… Can’t go out in the sun, garlic kills you and wooden stakes-” I stopped talking. “Your wife?” I frowned. 

“Well, the whole garlic thing is a myth but wooden stakes, yes. That’s what killed my wife.” His hazel eyes now staring at the floor. 

“What are you doing here then?” Fixing my mask upon my face as it was slightly slipping.

“Honestly, trying to find a date.” He confessed, his fingers now fiddling with each other as if he was now shy or at least not comfortable about confronting why he was here tonight. “A buddy of mine told me to get out there again.” He scoffed. “And then I saw you at the bar.” He looked up at me, his eyes not as dark anymore, pushing a strand of my hair out of my eyes. He smiled softly. “You were so beautiful sitting there.” He breathed out, stepping closer.

“What’s going on with your fangs?” I asked, arching my eyebrow.

He sighed. “I can hear your heart pounding. It was pounding so fast when you were arguing with your ex I thought it was going to explode.” He chuckled. “I can smell your blood pumping in your veins, too.” Drew swallowed thickly, looking away. “Sorry, I shouldn’t talk about this.”

“If it makes you feel any better my friend dragged me here to look for someone too. Maybe… It’s meant to be?” My eyes looked over at him, hoping he felt the same.

He scoffed at my words, which made me feel so little all of a sudden. “You want to be with a vampire?” 

“What’s wrong with that?” I asked, offended that he didn’t like the idea I suggested.

“You really want to just sleep all day, only go out on dates during nights and never have garlic on pizza?” He teased the myth of what people think vampires were al about.

“I already sleep all day, I work nights and I’m allergic to garlic.” I scrunched up my nose remembering the time I was rushed to the hospital after eating a food with garlic cooked inside.

“You really wouldn’t mind?” Drew asked, his face becoming softer yet confusion still written on it. “You do realize I feed on blood, right?” 

“So you kill people? That’s hot.” I wiggled my eyebrows of course in a teasing manner.

He blushed, scratching the back of his head. “Well, not really. Animal blood.” 

“That’s what I thought.” I giggled, patting his scruffy cheek. “You aren’t a big bad vampire like you say you are.” 

Drew smirked slightly, stalking towards me. “Oh honey, you don’t know what you’re in for.” Drew grabbed at my wrists and pinned them against the wall. A small whimper left my lips as my back collided with the wall, if I could truly focus I slightly heard the music playing on the other side. 

“Then why don’t you show me?” My voice slightly lower and sultry, pushing my hips up against his growing loin, a low groan escaped his lips. 

Drew growled lowly at my actions, planting his lips against mine. Clenching my fists, I tried to get out of his strong grip. Moaning against his lips, I parted my mouth slightly letting his tongue explore my mouth. “Hmm fuck, Drew.” 

“Fuck, my cock is so hard for you alrready, baby.” He groaned. Drew unbuckled his pants, pulling the black leather from the loop holes he wrapped the leather strap around my wrists. “You’re going to behave for me, aren’t you?” He tightened the belt around my hands. Drew ripped his white shirt open, tossing it somewhere in the small room.

“Yes.” I panted, licking my lips. Drew pushed his black slacks down his muscular legs along with his tight boxers. His cock sprung up, hitting his toned lower stomach. Drew picked me up with ease, my back still pinned against the wall. He pulled my dress upwards. Wrapping my legs around his waist I felt his bare cock head rubbing against my clothed pussy, my panties becoming more damp from the friction.

“You ready baby?” He smirked, peppering kisses all over my neck.

“Yes.” I spoke breathlessly. Drew reached in between us, pushing my panties to the side while guiding his cock against my entrance and slowly pushed the tip of his cock in between my folds. “H- Holy fuck.” I squealed, his length stretched me out in the process. My hands gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight.” Drew grunted, kissing my jaw line, trying to get me to relax against him. “Are you alright?” His words were in a low murmur.

“Please, just fuck me.” I begged, arching my back off of the wall, trying to push myself against his toned body and pushing my hips against him to get his cock further.

A sly smirk appeared on Drew’s lips as he shoved the rest of his cock into my pussy with one swift thrust. A scream escaped my throat as he started to thrust into me at a fast pace. Drew dug his nails into my waist as he slammed his cock faster into me. Loud thumps echoed throughout the small room as my hips hit up against the wall. 

“Oh my god, Drew.” I moaned out, my welldone hair for the evening now becoming a mess and out of place.

“Fuck, Melanie.” A low moan came out of Drew’s mouth, looking at my facial expression. His jaw dropped slightly, gritting his teeth. “You want to be mine?” He grunted, skin slapping against skin rang through my ears with each pumping thrust.

“Yes!” I blurted out, my eyes rolling in the back of my head before fluttering shut.

“Say it.” Drew’s voice became more gravellier, it wasn’t until this moment I realized he had a Scottish accent. 

“I want to be yours!” I screamed, trying to break free from the restraints around my wrist. “Please, Drew, I want to be yours!” 

Drew leaned forward, his teeth grazing against my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh. A cry left from my throat as he marked me. “I’m going to come!” I warned him, my walls fluttered tightly around his cock. 

“Come on my cock baby, let me feel your juices.” Drew slammed his cock harder into my pussy, rubbing against my g-spot. 

“Gah! Fuck!” My body shook and stomach tightened as I reached my climax, gushing on Drew’s cock. Drew panted heavily, shooting his come inside my creamy pussy. 

“Oh fuck, Melanie.” Drew slowly pulled out, his cock covered in the clear coating. “Fuck.” He chuckled at how much of a mess we made. 

“Sorry, it’s uh, it’s been awhile.” I smiled weakly. “Uh, did you bite me?” I swallowed. Drew helped take the belt off around my wrists.

“Yeah, but I didn’t change you.” He chuckled. “I don’t think you’re ready for that.” He started to get dressed, tucking his white button up shirt into his black pants. Drew picked up my phone, unlocking it and typed away. Handing me back my device he smirked. “Text me some time, yeah?” 

With that Drew walked out of the small sex smelled closet we fucked in. My heart was pounding, fixing my hair and my mask I put my shoes back on and wobbled out of the closet, leaning against the closed door I looked down the hallway, trying to find Drew. 

If he fucks like that, I don’t think I’ll ever leave.

Drew McIntyre's Masterlist

#Dirty Wrestling #wrestling blog #wrestling smut blog #wrestling fanfic #drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre oneshot #drew mcintyre fanfic #drew mcintyre fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction #wwe fanfic #drew mcintyre commission #wrestling smut #drew mcintyre smut #drew mcintyre story #wwe oneshot #wwe short stories #wrestling commission

[romanstheory]

reader is whoever( preferred drew or roman ) boss, and the General Manager of Smackdown. it bothers (whoever )that she has so much power him at work, so he makes sure that he reminds her who has the power in the bedroom

Warnings : Smut, Rough sex, Language

Word Count: 900

18 +

Life is amazing for me, I've gotten the job as the new Smackdown GM. I fully plan on turning this show upside down in the very best way possible. I've come a long way and worked my way up the corporate ladder. All of the superstars on the roster have congratulated me, well, everyone except Drew McIntyre. Drew and I have a not so great past, we tried dating but it never really worked out. He always needs control, and well I don't like being controlled. We've done our best avoiding each other since I've been in my GM position. Tonight we can't do that anymore. Drew and Sheamus are set to have another falling out in a backstage segment where I have to come in and mediate. I finish getting my hair touched up and head over to where our segment will take place.

They've already started when Drew shoots me a quick glance. They begin arguing back and fourth when I run in just before hits are exchanged, standing in the middle of the two giant men. "We are not doing this! Not here!" I yell at the two of them. "Well I guess we need to get in the ring then huh?" Sheamus barks at Drew. "I'd be more than happy to beat your ass again" Drew growls back. "Look I'm the one who makes the matches here, and you two seem to have a lot of aggression you need to get out" I begin "Sheamus, you pick your match type with Drew tonight" I grin grows across my face as I watch the rage build inside of Drew as we wrap the segment up and the cameras go off. Sheamus and the camera crew wrap up and walk away, leaving Drew and I alone.

"What the hell was that?" Drew says angrily. "Business! Oh sorry, did you not like being told what to do?" I reply in a condescending tone. I knew for a fact that Drew could not stand the thought of me being his boss, and I loved it. The night proceeded, Sheamus choosing a no DQ match ultimately winning with help from others. Next Friday quickly approaches and I settle into my office. I hear loud banging at my door "Come in" I yell. The door swings open revealing a still very angry Drew. The door swings shut behind him, he locks it. "What do you want?" I say standing up, walking towards him. "You think that because you're a GM now that you have some kind of control over me?" Drew says through his thick accent "No, I know I have control over you now" I say with a smirk. Truthfully, I knew what I was doing, I wanted to get him going. He was falling right into my trap.

Drew firmly grabs by jaw, pulling me into a deep kiss. "Careful, don't make me fine you" I say looking into his eyes. "Fine me" Drew growls. He backs me up into my desk, pushing papers and what ever else is in his way onto the floor. He lifts my dress up, picks me up and lays me on the desk. My mind is racing with thoughts of what's next. He roughly moves my panties to the side, practically ripping them off of my body before teasing my now throbbing vagina with his lips. "You must have missed me" He says lustfully before beginning to kiss and lick my wet vagina. My body melted for him immediately, his tongue rubbed and explored my clit. I begin to moan and gasp as his tongue folds and flicks all of the right places, I'm close and he knows it. I feel my peak coming as I tighten my legs around his head. He suddenly stops and sits up.

"You don't get to finish until I say you can" Drew says with a smirk. My body was begging for him and he knew it. He unbuckles his pants, kicking them and his boxers to the side before coming back over to me, kissing my neck. He left small marks all along the side of my neck. He pushes his entire length into me, it was almost like my body was relieved to have him inside of me. He quickly picks up the speed of his strokes, crashing out bodies into each other. I begin moaning loudly, the kind of loud that would get us both fired. Drew reaches his big hand over, grabbing my neck while he pounds away at me. "You like that don't you huh! You little slut" Drew growls through his teeth "This is what you wanted isn't it. You wanted to get fucked". I can't speak through my increased moaning, I feel my climax approaching faster than before as I bite my bottom lip.

"Do it, cum for me" Drew demands and he continues stroking me deep and hard. I release all control and reach my climax. It was longer and more intense than it ever had been before. Drew's climax follows as he pulls out of me releasing his load onto my stomach, moans escaping his mouth as his eyes close. He puts his pants back on, taking off his shirt and tossing it to me to clean off with. "When it comes to control, I will always have it" Drew smirks as he walks out of the door

#anon #drew mcintyre one shot #drew mcintyre #wwe #wwe smut #drew mcintyre smut #big d #big daddy claymore #andrew galloway

[wanderingdarlingblog]

"The Bewitched and the Beguiled" Ch. 4: "Our Little Secret..."

Summary: What do you get when you cross a sexually frustrated lass with a size kink and a six-foot-five Scotsman with an instant mutual attraction to his old friend's little sister..?

That's right. You get some bomb sex.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY, MDNI), discussions of previous relationships, hints of possible abuse but nothing is exclusively mentioned, Baron continuing to be an ass but only for a minute, cursing, slight exhibitionism (?), hair pulling, hickeys, some good fucking, oral (f receiving), use of a condom (for once), Drew being a smirking devilish gentleman, honorifics (sir), nicknames (little one, princess, lass, lassie, love, dove(?), good girl), praise kink, size kink, a smidge of manhandling.

A/N: I FUCKING DID IT. I haven't written smut in a MINUTE so if this is a little rusty, I apologize. The more I write it, the better I'll get, and trust me this is just the beginning 😏 as always, thank you for the love on this story, I love writing it and it makes it just that much better that others enjoy it too. Feedback is encouraged and always welcome on my page! I want to know what y'all think, I love hearing from everyone. If you're enjoying this series and want to be added to a the taglist, let me know! Love you guys!

-WD

Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4.5

August 22, 2021 Las Vegas, Nevada

To anyone looking from the outside, Michelle's face was blank as she stared at the ice in her glass in front of her. In her head, however, Michelle was drowning in memories that she had long ago buried. Memories she wanted to forget and reminders of a person she never wanted to be again, and here walks in a materialized man of all her past regrets.

"Micky, you good?" Rhea asked from across the table.

"Yeah, I just need a refill. I'll be right back. Anyone else need a refill?" Michelle asked as she pushed herself to her feet.

Dani wanted another Long Island, but the rest of the table was fine. She started walking back to the bar. She slid into the booth and ordered, feeling a sob bubbling in her chest but she pushed it down.

How could she be so stupid? Of course he would be here, but she did not think in a million years he would remember her.

"Hey-"

The voice made her yelp, surprised by the sudden touch on the small of her back. She sighed when she saw it was only Drew.

"You alright?" Drew leaned against the bar, his brows knit with concern.

"Yeah," Michelle nodded with a sniff, her nose ticklish from being on the verge of tears.

She delicately twisted her nose piercing and rubbed her nose as lady-like as she possibly could.

"He's just an old fling, if you could even call it that. I guess I was just hoping he wouldn't recognize me."

"You and Corbin?" Drew smiled softly, trying not to sound too accusatory, but he was a little shocked. "That's a little bit of a strange pairing."

"What?" Michelle laughed a little with raised eyebrows. "You can't see it?"

"No." Drew spoke without hesitation and shook his head. Michelle laughed a little harder at his reaction, which made Drew grin. "You have such a lovely smile. It's so bright."

"Thank you, you're too sweet." Michelle's attention diverted for a moment as the bartender slid over her glass, which she quickly took a long sip.

"How did you and Baron meet?" Drew asked as he sipped on his pint.

Michelle tried not to choke on her drink and played it off as a little cough. She thought for a short moment, picking her words carefully. As she was thinking, she thought back to that night, images flashing in her mind.

Booming music. His stare was etched into her memory. His touch lit her skin on fire, his cologne smelled expensive. She remembers how his denim jeans felt on her bare thighs.

"We met at a club in New Jersey one night, like, five or six years ago." Michelle offered a smile, hoping that would be enough for him to not press much further than that.

"Were you together long?"

Michelle glanced over her shoulder to see Baron walking back to the table, already looking at her. After short eye contact, he looked away.

Neck kisses. Hickyes. He had a bruising grip that made her feel some type of way. She remembers how he'd tug her hair to make him look him in the eyes, how the cold metal of his rings felt pressed gently around her neck. Her nails dragging down his back. Beds creaking. Same motel, different nights.

"Not particularly. We weren't exclusive." Michelle said quietly as she looked back at her drink and stirred it with her straw.

Drew glanced back at the table, noticed Baron's return and leaned in close before speaking.

"What happened? I seemed to walk into a heated argument earlier. Bad break up?"

She was yelling. He was banging his huge fists on the kitchen table. Holes punched in her walls. Doors slamming shut.

"Ohhh yeah, it was pretty bad." Michelle's laugh had a morose undertone. "Thought I would see the last of him after that though. My mistake."

"Did you not know who he was?" Drew chuckled.

"Not at the time." Michelle sighed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned on the bar. "I didn't find out until his main roster debut that he was a wrestler. We didn't really do a lot of 'getting to know you' during our time together. It never came up."

"That's unlucky." Drew's laugh boomed, which helped Michelle laugh a little at the fucked up situation. "Was the sex good, at least?"

Michelle shrugged, which only made Drew laugh more.

"What?!" Michelle giggled at Drew, who was leaning over the bar on his forearms and his head was hung, trying to stifle his laughter. "I don't know, it was alright I guess. I've had better since. I think I just liked that he was so...so big I guess? Wait no, I mean...fuck-"

She started to stutter when Drew raised his eyebrows at her.

"I mean he's so tall. I meant to say tall. He had something about him that told me he could...toss me around a bit." Michelle chuckled a blush dusting her cheeks.

"Sure, lass." Drew smiled and stood up straight and took a few sips of his beer.

He put his glass down and scooted his stool closer so when he sat, he bumped her shoulder.

"So you like big guys?"

Michelle ran her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip and shook her head, debating whether or not she should even entertain the question.

"Yeah." She admitted begrudgingly with a blush dusting her cheeks.

"And toss you around?" Drew sounded deep in thought. "You like getting manhandled, huh?"

"Oh yeah, you would love to know, wouldn't you?" Michelle beamed, a playful twinkle in her eye and a sarcastic tone in her voice. The two shared a laugh.

"I would, actually." Drew chuckled and gave Michelle a look that made her heart pound in her chest. "Why do you look so surprised? You told me I had to 'find out for myself'. Did you already forget?"

No, she did not forget.

Michelle glanced back at the table. The group had thinned out. Annie and Matt had left, leaving Baron, Randy, Dani, Damien, and Rhea. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek and her knee bounced, temptation getting the best of her. She grabbed her phone and opened up her messages with Darcy.

"Heading to my room now, love you."

"It's getting pretty late," Michelle smirked, hopped off her stool and took a step back. "Wanna head to my room for a nightcap?"

Drew beamed and got to his feet. He tossed a few bills on the bar, gently placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the exit.

"After you, princess."

The pair quietly stepped into an elevator when Michelle's phone dinged.

"Dani: Where're you going! My Long Island!! :("

"Something came up, I'm calling it a night. See you in the morning."

After hitting send, she powered off her phone entirely and hit button "15" to get to her floor.

"Your girls wondering where you wandered off to?" Drew's voice made her heart skip a little when he broke their silence. She leaned her back against the adjacent wall and laughed.

"I think Dani has separation issues." Michelle rolled her eyes as she spoke. "Can't go anywhere unless she knows. You can imagine how pissed she was when I debuted tonight. Gave me so much shit for not telling her. But..."

Michelle reached out and hooked her index fingers around the band of his jeans and gave him a tug forward. He took a few steps closer until he put his hands on either side of her head and was towering over her.

"I think she can survive if I sneak off for one night. Don't you think?"

Drew watched Michelle carefully as she grazed her fingers across his belt, moved up his chest and started playing with the top button on his shirt. She could feel his muscles tighten under her touch. He licked his lips and let out a small breath he did not realize had been holding.

"How buzzed are you?"

"Sober enough to know what I want," she popped the button that she was fiddling with and dragged her fingers to the next down. "Buzzed enough to actually do it."

Drew's chuckle died in his throat when she popped another button and peeked at his broad chest underneath the navy fabric.

"We're still in the elevator, love." Drew pointed out, sounding a little wary.

"I know." Michelle smirked, keeping eye contact while she traced the metal of his belt buckle and started to pull the end of the belt loose from the belt loops.

"Somebody's impatient." Drew raised an eyebrow at her with a coy smile and glanced at the floor number they were on, which was 13. Michelle unbuckled the belt so it was hanging open on his hips.

"You gonna do something about it, stud?" Michelle's voice was breathy as she leaned up to kiss him.

Ding.

Before their lips could meet, Michelle ducked under his arms and walked out of the elevator. She still had her hand wrapped around Drew's belt, which she pulled from his hips as she walked away from him. Drew's gaze darkened as he followed, watching her hips sway. Michelle reached behind her head and she unclasped her claw clip in her hair and let her red waves fall.

Drew and Michelle reached her hotel room. When she searched her wallet and grabbed her hotel keycard, Drew grabbed the card from her hand, making her spin around with a surprised look on her face. Drew slipped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her flush to his body. His free hand softly held her jaw in place while he pressed a firm kiss to her lips.

Michelle hummed happily into the kiss and closed her eyes as she threw her arms around his neck, fighting back a smile. To her left, Drew's arm momentarily left the small of her back. She heard a beep and a click. Drew opened the door, grabbed her waist with both hands and hoisted her in the air. Michelle squealed, wrapped her legs around his hips, and grabbed on for dear life as he entered her room.

"I've got ya." Drew chuckled as he kicked her door shut, Michelle threw everything in her hands down to the floor, and she kicked off her heels.

He started peppering kisses on any open skin he could get to while he walked to her bed. Her neck, her shoulder, her chest. He slowly loosened his grip so she slid down his body and she was back on her feet. He took her hand, squeezed it and he sat down on the edge of the bed. He opened his legs so she could stand between them.

"How do you want things to go tonight?" He asked quietly while his thumb rubbed over her knuckles.

Michelle took his hand and placed it on her hip while she brushed fly-away hair out of his face.

"Such a gentleman." She smiled as she climbed into his lap.

He welcomed her into his space and wrapped her in a firm embrace. She traced his jaw and bit her lip.

"I love a gentleman, but I don't need that tonight."

"What do you need? Because I can treat you like a princess in here if you asked." Drew's eyes wandered her figure as he spoke.

His finger's danced on the strap of her dress as he pulled it down so it hung off her shoulder. He gave a peck on her collarbone and looked up at her with those big baby-blues of his.

"What if I told you I wanted to walk funny to my gate at the airport tomorrow?" Michelle's voice was small, she was worried about how he was going to respond to her request.

Her heart skipped a beat and as his face changed from soft and sweet to a devilish grin. He grabbed hold of her hips and back and flipped her on her back and stood over her. She squeaked and laughed a little as she made contact with the sheets.

"All you had to do was ask." His rough hands slowly rubbed up her thighs and pushed the fabric of her dress up her body until it bunched up at her waist. He stared at her lacy black thong and licked his lips. "Would you prefer a safe word? Or colors?"

Michelle's heart swelled a little at the thoughtfulness, but blushed at the thoughts of what was going to happen next.

"Colors." Michelle decided as she sat up on her elbows.

"What's the color right now?" Drew asked as he hooked his finger around the waistband of her panties, pulled back, and snapped it against her hip.

"Green."

"Good girl. How about now?" Drew fell to his knees and pulled her thong down her legs.

He slowly opened her legs, kneading the flesh of her soft thighs along the way. He gazed at her pussy like a starved man. He swallowed and licked his lips, his gaze shifting to Michelle, waiting for her answer.

"Green..." Michelle's breathing was a little heavier out of anticipation, and Drew was enjoying watching her sweat. He smiled and nodded.

"Good girl." With that, he dove into her core.

Michelle let out a sigh and lulled her head back as his tongue licked a long stripe up to her clit. He kitten licked her clit before wrapping his lips around it and giving a gentle suck, which made Michelle let out a high pitched sigh. She placed one of her hands on the back of his head and weaved her fingers in his dark hair.

"You want more?" Drew's voice sent vibrations and pleasurable tingles up her spine.

"Yes." Michelle keened, which just made Drew smirk.

"Beg for it, then." Drew pushed her legs open even further and continued to devourer her.

"Use your fingers? Please, Drew." Michelle moaned and gripped his hair a little tighter as he gave her clit a particularly hash suck. He slapped the inside of her thigh, which made Michelle yelp as the slap echoed in the room and made her skin sting and throb.

"Try again." Drew's voice was even and confident while he made direct eye contact with Michelle as he slipped his tongue into her cunt. While his tongue was working her core, his thumb came up and continued to rub tight circles on her bud. She collapsed, laying flat on her back.

"Please sir? Please use your fingers and stretch me out, I need it so bad." Michelle whined.

"That's better." Drew smiled and slipped two fingers into her dripping core. Michelle gasped and smiled when he slowly started to pump his fingers in and out.

"Color?"

"So fucking green." Michelle's laugh was cut off by a gasp when his fingers found that spot that made her toes curl. Drew's eyebrows flew up and her grinned.

"Right there?" Drew laughed a little as he hit the spot again and Michelle's hips rolled against his hand.

He started to finger her a little faster while he latched his lips back onto her clit, which made Michelle's hips buck off of the mattress, but Drew's arm pinned her back down and continued his assault. His pace slowed for a moment, just for him to add a third finger, making Michelle cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck Drew, just like that!" Michelle's voice was strained as she felt herself clenching harder and harder around his finger.

"You close? You gonna come for me, love?" Drew panted as he went back to sucking and licking Michelle's sensitive nerves.

Before she could properly string the words together to give him an answer, her eyes squeezed shut and a chill ran up her spine as she came. Drew was grinning like a cat as he helped her ride out her orgasm, slowly coming to a stop and slipping his soaked fingers from her. She opened her eyes just in time to see him lick his fingers clean with a hum.

"So delicious," Drew grinned as he started to unbutton the last few buttons that Michelle did not get and shrugged it off his shoulders. "Do you have a condom, little one?"

"It's in that bag over there, I think." Michelle muttered softly as she waved her hand behind her in the general direction of the bag, still blissed out from her orgasm.

Drew chuckled at his handiwork and disappeared out of Michelle's sight. She giggled softly and ran a hand through her hair.

"Not bad, Scottish Warrior."

"Aye, if you liked that, you're in for a treat." Drew spoke through his teeth as ripped open the condom wrapper.

She heard the rubber being pulled and rolled, and then he was back in front of her line of sight. She sat up a little and her eyes widened at the sight of Drew's dick for the first time. It was definitely bigger than she had expected, big enough to make her blush even more than she already was. Drew arched a brow and smiled a little, probably proud of her surprise at his size.

"Are you alright little one?"

"Yeah, I'm fantastic," Michelle laughed, making Drew laugh as well. It was standing at attention with an occasional throb. "Just go slow at first..."

"Of course, love." Drew nodded and climbed onto the bed.

He grabbed both of her ankles and yanked her to the middle of the bed, which made them both giggle. He pulled her to a sitting position in front of him, grabbed her dress that had ridden up and pulled it over her head. He cupped her face and pulled her in for a searing kiss while he reached around and unclasped her bra. She let it fall off her shoulders as they broke apart. He reached up and tweaked her hardening nipple, making Michelle whimper, which made him smile

"I love how responsive you are." Drew shook his head in admiration as he pushed her down gently on her back and rested on his haunches.

He grabbed her legs behind her knees, pulled her hips up so they wrested in his lap, ran his hands from the top of the back of her thighs to the back of her knees and pushed her legs as far up as she could stretch. She was completely open to him.

"Color?" Drew took a deep breath and glanced up at Michelle's face, whose brain was buzzing at the idea of him filling her up.

"Green-ah!" Michelle started, but was cut off by her own moans as he pushed the head of his cock past her folds. "Fuck..."

"That's it," Drew's praise had her pussy clench around his cock, which made Drew curse under his breath. "taking me so well."

Soon, he bottomed out and the pair both let out a groan. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The stretch Michelle was feeling could only be described as delicious. Her nails dug into his thighs while her back arched off the bed.

"You can go faster..." Michelle sighed, her half-lidded coffee brown eyes meeting his.

He smirked and shook his head as he continued to piston his hips at a slow and deliberate pace. He leaned forward so he was pushing her legs even further back, bottomed out and started grinding his pelvis into hers, rubbing her clit and g-spot as a result. She cried out and he pressed his lips to her neck.

"I thought you wanted me to start slow." He teased and started to suck a hickey on her neck. Michelle was panting in the new position, desperate to grab ahold of something. One of her hands settled on his bicep while the other grabbed hold of the back of his head. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head up so he could look him in the eyes.

"Fuck me silly." She said with a gleam in her eye and a smirk on her lips.

Drew laughed and sat up straight, pausing his thrusts for a moment to readjust.

"As you wish." He secured his tree trunk arms around her thighs, threw her legs over his shoulders and started fucking into Michelle's core like a jackhammer. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Michelle's whines and moans echoed off the walls. The pair were being a little louder than they thought, since the person they shared a wall with started banging on the wall, trying to tell them to quiet down. (They did not).

"Right there! Just like that, shit..." Michelle alternated from fisting the sheets to trying to grab at Drew for support as he pounded into her at a relentless pace.

Drew's hand reached around her thigh and started rubbing harsh, messy circles on her clit, desperately trying to bring her to a high one more time.

"Fuck!" Michelle squeaked and screwed her eyes shut. "I'm so close."

"I'm right there with you, lass, come on." Drew's pace sped up just enough to make Michelle's breath hitch in her chest. "Give it to me, squeeze my cock."

Drew watched Michelle come undone under him. Her breasts bouncing, her chest heaving and panting, her head rolling back into the pillow. It was all enough to send him over the edge with her.

The two stayed connected for a few moments after the peak of both their highs, gasping for air. Eventually, Drew slowly brought Michelle's legs back down to be horizontal with the mattress. Then, he slowly slipped out of her with a pop. She hissed at the stretch and the emptiness, which made him smile a little.

"Sore?" He chuckled, already knowing the answer to his own question. He got up and walked to the bathroom to throw out the condom.

Michelle laughed sarcastically and sat up slowly, trying not to fall back over because of the little head rush she felt.

"A little," Michelle brushed her hair back out of her face and let out a deep sigh. She swung her legs over the bed and got to her feet to stretch, but she stumbled back and fell on the bed with a chuckle.

"Just lay down! No rush to get up." Drew laughed as he caught a glimpse of her trying to walk from the bathroom sink. "You told me to make you walk funny."

Michelle shook her head and sighed, staring at the ceiling as she spoke.

"I really needed that."

"Me too." Drew agreed, walking back into the bedroom.

"Hey Drew?" Michelle sat up as he rounded the bed to stand in front of her in all his glory.

"Yes, love?" He smiled at her so softly, it made her chest swell.

"Can we...would it be okay if we kept this between us?" Michelle tried to say it as gently as possible. "I know we jumped into this without talking about what we really wanted out of this. I just don't want it to become a thing. I'm not looking for anything serious right now anyway, but I don't want to get a bad rep and make it seem like I'm trying to sleep up the latter. The new girl sleeps with Drew McIntyre, I become labeled the roaster slut or something. Does that make sense?" Michelle rambled on and started to pick at her manicure out of nerves.

Drew took hold of one of her hands and kissed the back of it.

"Of course. I wasn't gonna pressure you into anything anyway, I just assumed this was a casual thing. I won't say a word. It can be our little secret." Drew reassured her and patted her hand. "And you're not a slut, never say that about yourself."

"Thank you, Drew." She used his helpful hand to stand and give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "I appreciate you understanding"

"You're a bonnie lass, Micky." Drew pulled back and pinched her cheek, which made Michelle laugh and make a face.

"'Bonnie'?" She raised an eyebrow, confused.

"You never heard a' bonnie?" Drew howled in laughter as he pulled up his pants and looped his belt. "Means you're a knockout, you're swell."

"Oh! Well, thank you!" Michelle laughed as she sat back down on the edge of the bed and watched Drew get dressed. She winced a little as she sat, her pussy still a little sore.

"'Course, little one." Drew pressed a kiss to her forehead as he buttoned up his shirt. "I had fun."

"So did I. Haven't had this much fun in one day in a while." Michelle grabbed a hair tie off of her nightstand and threw her hair up in a little bun. She got up and walked to her suitcase to grab a pair of cotton shorts and her Cactus Jack shirt that was maybe two sizes too big. When she turned back around, Drew was already looking at her with a glint in his eye that she could not really read in the dark.

"You're adorable." Drew smiled.

She walked him to her door, opened it and leaned against the frame. He leaned down and kissed her temple and winked at her.

"If you ever want to do something like this again, you know where to find me." Drew eyed the hickey he left on the right side of her neck. He leaned down and gave that spot a peck. "Don't forget to cover that up in the morning. G'night, lassie."

"G'night." Michelle whispered and waved him off, watching him walk back towards the elevators.

She pushed off the doorframe, closed her door, and padded over to her bed. She turned her phone back on and plugged it in. She climbed into bed, fluffed her pillows and sighed contently at just how soft and inviting the thought of sleep after such a long day was. She heard her phone buzz and unlocked it to set her 7:00am alarm. Her flight was at 11:00am, and she was far from thrilled considering it was a little past 3:00am. She threw her phone down, pulled the covers up over her head and dozed off, thinking about what other adventures lay in store for her. ---------------

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Un(Willing) Participant (18+ One Shot)

Disclaimer: This is a pretty intense one (At least by my standards I don't know what yall are able to really handle sooo just to be safe, this is your warning). If CNC isn't your thing or you think it might trigger you, please keep scrolling or read at your own risk.

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader comes back from a friend's birthday party only to realize that she's being followed.

Tags/TWs: 18+, consensual sex, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, dirty talk, simulated stalking, knifeplay, light bondage.

Word Count: 1,430

As soon as I woke up, I felt a large hand clasp over my mouth, muffling my surprised shriek. My heart pounded as I started thrashing wildly, but to no avail. Drew’s firm torso and hands pressed me down onto the bed, dulling my frantic movements.

“Let go of me!” I screamed underneath his palm; my voice sounded warped to my ears and his.

“Ooh… a feisty little kitten.” Drew mocked. His breath felt hot against my ear and my neck and tried once again to wriggle away from him in disgust. “But a stupid one too. Haven’t you watched a single scary movie, love? I watched you check every single nook and cranny in this house… except the back door… You practically invited me in. So of course, I decided to make myself at home…” He went on and I realized he wasn’t lying. His bare torso pressed against my barely covered skin, and I could feel the material of his boxers and the hard line of his cock pressed against my ass.

“While you went to grab a drink at the party, I went through your phone... I saw what you wrote to your little boyfriend- all the dirty things you wanted him to do to you… I also read about your little fantasy. About how you wanted to pretend you didn’t know each other. And you wanted him to follow you home and have his way with you. imagine my shock, that an adorable little thing like you could be so fucking filthy. I’m not your boyfriend but I’m more than willing to give you exactly what you were begging for.” Drew chuckled darkly. The sound sent chills from the top of my head down to the tip of my toes. But underneath that lick of fear there was something else. Something I was embarrassed to recognize.

Arousal.

Lust.

My head was swimming with it, and I knew he could tell.

All through last night, I felt eyes on me. Watching me. Following my every move while I had fun with my friends. While I ate, drank, and danced… and while I walked home, I swore I heard the crunch of soft, slow footsteps on gravel. A sound that had me looking behind me every so often and walking home faster.

That eerie feeling didn’t settle even once I reached the comfort of my home, and I started getting ready for bed…

~~

Walking home felt such poor judgement on my part, especially now, seeing the predicament I was in. I found the large man over me utterly repulsive. And still, my body seemed to have other plans. Drew’s firm muscles pressing me onto the bed and his hard cock poking at my back had me reflexively grinding against him before another husky chuckle and the sensation of cold steel grazing against my arm had me catching myself and I started thrashing again.

“Figures you’d be into this you dirty little slut- don’t fucking move. I won’t say it again, love.” Drew growled into my ear, and I obediently froze, letting out a sob as the steel of the blade trailed over my arm and over my back. And then he started slashing my clothes until they were tattered ribbons splayed over the sheets and I was fully exposed. I let out a scream that he once again muffled by pushing my face into the pillow, but not firm enough to where I could turn my face and I gulp in some air when my lungs began to protest.

“Don’t… I didn’t… I don’t- please…” I stuttered as I sobbed, shivering and rocking back as Drew trailed the cold and blunt handle of the blade over my pussy lips. God this was… so wrong… but I was soaking. And I could see the proof of my arousal glistening on the dark handle of the blade, causing my face to burn hot with mortification and disgust with myself.

“Yknow… you’re giving me really mixed signals here, love. And I’m getting sick of hearing you, so…” I knew better than to struggle at this point as Drew wrapped the tattered pieces of my underwear over my mouth like a gag and he tied my wrists behind my back using my equally ripped up shirt. He then raised my lower body. My cheek pressed against the pillow and my tears soaking it through, I was completely exposed to him. That blade was ever present, trailing lightly over the skin of my back. Not enough to cut the skin, but enough for me to know that the threat of what it could do to me if Drew so wished, was there. “I would tell you that this’ll be over quickly but… then I’d be lying.” Drew mumbled, seemingly amused at the sobs and shivers that wracked my body.

When he entered my pussy from behind, I gasped and let out a muffled shriek. My thighs trembled at the sudden intrusion but fuck, it felt amazing and… and dirty. My sobs quieted and eventually gave into moans that Drew was immensely proud of knowing that he was culprit who caused them. My mortification only escalated as the wet sounds between my legs as his cock hit against a particular spot inside that made me blind with pleasure. I was slowly sinking into a fuzzy, out-of-body state that I wasn’t quite prepared for and clearly, neither was he.

With a few firm strokes on my clit, I was gone. I swear I blacked out for a couple moments and then I wasn’t in the room anymore. Or at least, my mind wasn’t. I felt so incredibly satiated in a way I wasn’t expecting, and more overwhelmed tears stained the pillow underneath me as Drew reached his own release with a loud, satisfied growl into my ear that made me release a muffled whimper.

And just like that, it was over. And my boyfriend came back to me.

Drew laid there on top of me for a moment, pressing loving kisses against the spot behind my ear, between my shoulder blades and over my cheek… I was so blissed out that his kisses felt like tiny sparks of electricity against my skin.

“Are you okay, darling?” He whispered, to which I nodded sluggishly before I responded verbally, reminding myself that he needed that validation for his own sake. After all, none of this was his idea and I wanted him to know that he did nothing wrong.

“Perfect. Thank you. I love you.” I replied softly and as I slowly became less fuzzy and floaty, I saw the relief in his eyes as they stared lovingly at me.

I half registered him untying my wrists and gently wiping me down, followed by a very thorough full body massage and a soak in our bathtub.

Though I didn’t want him to leave our bed once we were all dried up, my eyes lit up as he walked back into our bedroom with a tray of my favorite breakfast and some white and red roses nestled into a small vase.

“Aww! Thank you, baby.” I said, touched by his attentive nature. We stared deep into each other’s eyes even as we shared a kiss, feeling 1,000 times closer after the scene we just had. It wasn’t lost on either of us how much trust that that scene took on both our parts.

“You’re welcome… are you sure that was okay? That we’re okay?” Drew asked. The worry that filled his blue eyes hurt my heart and my hand rested on his cheek, watching him nuzzle into my touch.

“Yes. You did everything I asked of you. I’m perfectly okay… did you enjoy that?” I asked, tilting my head curiously as he thought about it. He didn’t answer for a second but eventually he nodded. I smirked at the way his eyes darkened a bit almost against his will.

“So… youd be down to do something like that again?” I asked and I playfully side eyed him as I speared a piece of pancake with my fork and brought it to my mouth.

Something eased over Drew’s features. I don’t know if it was my reassurance or what, but he suddenly smiled and leaned in to press a soft kiss to the side of my neck as I ate my breakfast.

“Maybe not so soon… it was… it was pretty intense. But yeah, at some point I do want to do that again.” He replied, laughing at the way my face lit up like a Christmas tree.

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[aalyssah]

Back Scratcher

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Cursing, Face Fucking, Hair Pulling, Oral, (Drew Receiving), Praise, Pussy Slapping, and Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 1,491

Summary: When you and Drew have some 'fun time' you get too excited and leave marks on his back which doesn't get unnoticed by the WWE universe.

A/N: I got inspired by the picture of his back when he fought Bobby Lashley in HIAC 2021. Hope You Enjoy!

Your phone dinged as you sat on the couch nursing a lemonade while reading a book. You work for the creative team backstage, and luckily you got a week off. You looked down to see that Drew texted you.

Drew: 'Watch my promo.'

You flipped to the show, watching as Gunther was on a long rant about being 'The Ring General' and all that. Drew's music hit, fans and even yourself feeling happy.

He came out with a smirk on his face, walking to the ring with a mic in hand. They talked trash like normal, but it was until Gunther said something about you that Drew began fighting.

"You don't talk about another man's wife Gunther!" You heard Michael Cole yell into the commentator's microphone. Drew successfully beat Gunter, with him scurrying out the ring. Drew looked dead at the camera and did a 'suck it' taunt and then winking. You blushed knowing that was for you.

Drew left the ring, going backstage before you got another text.

Drew: 'Will you?

You looked confused as you typed a response.

Y/n: 'Will I do what?'

You waited as three dots appeared.

Drew: 'Suck it?'

You chuckled, biting your lip while shaking your head in shame.

Y/n: 'Come home and find out.'

He left you on read as he got his bags packed. You changed the channel to a movie and went back to reading your book.

You were so focused in your book that you didn't see the time nor hear the ring doorknob jingle open. You turned around, scared for a second, but relaxed when you saw the 6’5 Scottish husband of yours.

You put a bookmark in your book before getting off the couch and hugging him. "Hey baby, I missed you so much!" You kissed his cheek, wrapping your legs around his waist as you jumped. He caught you, kissing you back.

Ever since his return at MITB, Triple H has been working him since the fans love him, meaning he's been out for almost a week. "Missed ya too love." He walked to the bedroom with a supportive arm under your butt, placing you on the bed.

You looked up at him with a smile, seeing him raising his eyebrows up and down. "So you gonna suck it?" You chuckled, scooting over. "Lay down." Drew happily flopped on the bed, laying on his back while waiting.

You pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, revealing his cock. "Wow, someone's excited to see me, aren't you?" Drew grumbled at your teasing, bringing his hand to your head, in an attempt to push you down to his cock.

"Hey don't rush me! I'll leave you here as hard as wood." Drew gave you a challenging look. You ignored it though, going down and taking him in your mouth.

He let out a sigh of relief, relaxing against a pillow. You took him deep in your mouth before coming back up. Bobbing your head up and down, you used your free hand to fondle with his balls. Drew jumped up, hips thrusting up, and his cock getting shoved down your throat.

You gagged, trying to pull back, but Drew was quick to lock you in, bringing his hands to your hair. He fisted your hair, forcing you to take him deeper while he thrusted upward. You gripped his beefy thighs while he fucked your throat.

His balls swung gently at the small pace he had, hitting your chin. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good!" Drew grunted out, thrusting quickly before pausing. His legs shook a little as a string of curse words came from his mouth.

“God if you keep this up, I’m gonna cum.” You smiled, sucking his tip a little. He twitched, pushing your head away. “Stop, I don’t wanna cum yet.” You pulled your clothes off, ready for him.

"What position do you wanna do?" You thought about it for a minute. "Missionary, I need to feel you hold me." You and Drew moved around the bed, getting into the missionary position with him getting between your legs.

He rubbed his tip up and down your slit, collecting your juices. "Ready?" You nodded your head, closing your eyes as you felt his cock press into you. You both moaned in sync at the feeling of him being inside you.

"Fuck, I missed this cunt s'much." You let out a giggle, rubbing your hand up and down his back. "But it's only been a week." Drew cocked his eyebrow up. "So? I've had boners every single day from the thought of you."

You opened your mouth to fight back. "You're such a needy bit- oh fuck-" Drew chuckled darkly as he gave one hard thrust, and then put his head in the nape of your neck. He kissed and suckled on your neck while he began thrusting, your eyes closing in relief.

Even though it was a full 7 days, you both are so obsessed with each other, it's scary. Your hand gripped his arm as he sucked hickey in your neck, the small pain, tensing your hold on him. "Don't suck too hard-" You took a moment to let out a breath as he thrusted deeper.

It was almost like he was torturing you with his movements. "Come on old man, just a little faster." You playfully slapped his ass, gripping at his cheeks to make him go fast.

You missed the growl that left from Drew's mouth due to him being stuck to your neck. He paused, wrapping his arms around your legs and pulling them wider apart and higher up to his shoulders. "Oh, is this a new position-" Drew didn't let you finish your sentence before his cock thrusted into you.

His hips repeatedly hit your ass, a loud wet clapping nose known. "O-oh fuck! Oh shit, you're so deep! So, so deep!" Drew ignored your small babbles, eyes closing in some pain when he felt your nails scratch his back. "Your nails." He gritted out, continuing his harsh pace.

You couldn't hear his words as you were swept into the world of his cock. It viciously drove into you, balls slapping against your hole, and nails raking across his back.

You tried to pull away from his hold, but he grabbed you, holding you tighter. "Don't run, you wanted this. You wanted me to go faster." You moaned at the tone of his voice. It sounded so restricted, as if he was holding back.

Drew was placing love bites on your neck, so the whole world would know who you belong to. "I'm close." You warned him, clenching down on his dock. "Yeah? Gonna cum for me?" You nodded your head, letting out a 'mhm.'

Drew brought his hand to your clit, rubbing small circles while putting enough pressure. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and back arched, your sensitive hard nipples brushing against his hairy chest. "Oh my god, I'm cumming!" Your legs shook as you came, your nails digging deeper in his skin.

Drew hissed in pain, his thrust getting sloppy. Drew came with a grunt, the mixture of his and your cum spilling down your ass, and dripping onto the sheets. You both laid there, catching your breath. Drew was first to get up, carefully pulling out and going to the bathroom.

Your face scrunched up at the sight of his red back, your scratch marks evident on his back. "Uh, babe, you might wanna put some cream on your back." Drew shook his head. "Nah it's okay, it should be healed up by next week." You took his words and got up to clean yourself up.

The next week when you came back to work, you've gotten at least 6 times asked what happened to your neck. You could only blush and put your hair over it, knowing what occurred last week.

You were typing away on your computer when your coworker grabbed your attention. "Look Y/n, it's your man." You smiled as you watched the TV seeing him all sweaty and hot from his match.

Byron Saxton came by with his microphone, ready to interview him. "Drew, good job on your match tonight. Will what we saw tonight be the same outcome when you fight Gunther?" Drew nodded his head.

"Hell yeah it will. When I step in the ring with 'The Ring General' I'll end his little Intercontinental streak and double it." Byron nodded his head. "I have just one more question. What happened to your back?"

Your eyes grew wide as Bryon asked the question. Drew smirked, staring into the camera. "Let's just say Y/n's a back scratcher if y'know what I mean." He winked at the camera and left, leaving a flushed Bryon.

You slammed your head on the desk, feeling the eyes of your coworkers on you.

He was definitely gonna pay for embarrassing you.

His Back:⇩

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[queencherryberry]

I’m out of ‘reading material’ anyone know of good Seth/Cody/Drew or Damian fics? I’ve read pretty much everything on this website. 😩

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[hobisstar]

Y’all no matter how much I write for the Roman fic, I just don’t like it… I dont know what to write for Roman fics anymore… I mean they were usually just random ideas hopefully I come up with more!! With that being said, it will be awhile until that is out, BUT I have some Drew McIntyre fics coming soon so be on the look out..

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[livsbrutalitys-blog]

MASTERLIST AND RULES

Hi guys I’m a new writer here on tumblr and I already have some stuff written and I can’t wait to share them with you! Here are the things/people i write for so if you have any request lmk!

➰-smut ✔️- fluff ➿-angst

• WWE

- Rhea Ripley

homecoming✔️

series

Unfinished business ➿

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 part 4

one shots

rhea ripley x fem!reader ➰

ex!rhea x fem!reader ➿

homecoming ✔️

- Dominik Mysterio

- Damian Priest

one shots

damian priest x fem!reader ✔️

untitled w fem!reader✔️

enemies to lovers?Damian priest x fem!reader ➿

- Becky Lynch

- Bayley

- Sasha Banks/ Mercedes Moné

- Liv Morgan

- Dolph Ziggler

- Drew Mcintyre

- Roman Reigns

one shots

roman reigns x fem!reader

- Jey Uso

- Jimmy Uso

- Trick Williams

- Carmelo Hayes

- Wes Lee

- Roxanne Perez

- CM Punk

- AJ Lee

- Nikki Bella

- Brie Bella

- Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley

- Baron Corbin

- Shayna Baszler

RULES

Here are some things I WILL NOT write about.

- p3dophillia

- n3crophilia

- inc3st

- non-con (cnc i will but nothing where one party is non-consensual/r@pe)

- any kind of bodily fluid play (bl00d is fine but no golden showers or anything like that)

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[rockythewriter]

WWE Masterlist

AJ Lee - Coming Soon~

AJ Styles - Coming Soon~

CM Punk - Coming Soon~

Cody Rhodes - Coming Soon~

Damian Priest - Coming Soon~

Drew McIntyre - Coming Soon~

Dominick Mysterio - Coming Soon~

Randy Orton - Coming Soon~

Rhea Ripley - Coming Soon~

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