Wrestling ONE SHOTS and IMAGINES

41 Jon Moxley

I was sitting in the living room on the sofa typing on my laptop when Jon came back home from his workout.

"Hey babe. What are you doing?" he greeted me.

"Hey you. Nothing, just writing something." I replied.

"Oh what are you writing?" he wanted to know and sat down with me. Immediately he tried to look at the screen to see what I was working on. I closed the laptop before he could take a look at what I had written.

"Don't be so nosy, baby. This is private, I don't want you reading this," I said.

"You're just making me more curious with that. Is it something juicy or something dirty?" he inquired, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No, nothing of that sort. I just write down some of my thoughts. Like some kind of diary or journal. Nothing you have to worry about. Now, go take a shower. Then we can watch TV if you want. Isn't there a game on later?" I said, trying to change the subject.

"I'm off already. The game starts in about an hour, so I have plenty of time," he replied before leaning in to give me a quick kiss.

I was so absorbed in writing that I didn't even notice Jon leaning over the sofa from behind and trying to look at my laptop again. Suddenly I felt his breath on my neck and flinched in shock.

"Dear Lord Jon. You scared me. Stop it." I said angrily, closing the laptop again.

"Why don't you just show me what you write? Are you keeping secrets from me?" wanted Jon to know.

"What? Of course not! This has nothing to do with secrets. It's just private stuff. Just let it go." I explained to him again.

"Okay, okay Miss grumpy pants." he said and sat down with me.

A while later I decided to go to the kitchen and start dinner. I checked if my homemade pizza dough was defrosted and then started rolling it out.

When I went back into the living room to ask Jon what he wanted on his pizza today, I caught him with my laptop on his lap.

"Jonathan David Good! What the hell are you doing?" I yelled. He was so startled that he jumped up and almost dropped the laptop. He barely managed to catch it.

"Baby, I'm sorry, but I was really curious," he started to apologize.

"How do you know my password anyway, huh?" I wanted to know in a slightly calmer voice.

"Um... I guessed it." he stammered.

"Mmh-hmm sure. Don't ever do that again. I'm serious. You don't have to know everything," I grumbled.

"I'm really sorry, baby. I promise I won't do it again," Jon said.

"I don't know. I think I need to teach you a lesson." I replied, striding towards him. I pushed aggressively against his chest and he plopped back down on the sofa.

I climbed onto his lap and immediately began to kiss him feverishly and fiercely. At the same time I began to let my hips roll back and forth. I knew that the friction I was creating would soon be too much for him. My movements quickened as my lips moved to Jon's ear and I began to whisper things that I knew would drive him crazy.

"Do you like it, baby? Do you like it when I rub myself against you like this?" I whispered seductively.

"God, yes . I fucking love it." he murmured. His hands rubbed against my hips and I felt his erection grow underneath me.

"Do you want me to take you in my mouth Jon? Tell me. I know how much you love the heat and wetness of my mouth and the softness of my lips and tongue," I continued.

"Yes please. Baby please do something. You're driving me crazy." he moaned. I knew he was having trouble focusing.

"Well, too bad you didn't listen to me earlier. Otherwise I would have been happy to help you." I said in a normal voice and got up to go back to the kitchen.

"Y/N! Are you fucking serious?" he called after me. Frustration quite evident in his voice.

"I told you I had to teach you a lesson. So enjoy your punishment." I smirked as I glanced back into the living room.

"Damn it!" I heard Jon grumble.

I was confident he had learned his lesson and wouldn't do it again. However, to be on the safe side, I'm going to change my password anyway. Just in case.

Published January 30, 2021