Wrestlers x Reader;VOL 2[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

Longing For You | Dean Ambrose *NSFW*

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Pairings: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Summary: Dean shows you just how much he missed you while he was away.

WARNINGS: smut, oral {female receiving}, fingering, rough sex, sex, Dom? spanking, fluff, prob trash.

Word Count:1448

A/N: THIS IMAGINE CONTAINS SMUT. DO NOT READ IF YOU AREN'T 18+ OR YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SMUT!

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As soon as you entered the hotel room, Dean grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him. He quickly let go of your arm, grabbing the side of your face with both of his hands, pulling you closer to him, as his lips pressed against yours needily. You let out a tiny gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck. Dean let out a moan, his hands trailing down towards your waist, gripping it tightly as he lifted you up. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.

Dean started to walk towards the bed, both of you's still making out heavily. Dean finally reached the bed, dumping you on the bed. Dean pressed his body hard against yours. His lips left yours trailing their way down towards your neck, your hands quickly gripped his back as he started to suck on your neck, grinding his hips against yours.

"Dean." You moaned, digging your fingernails into his back. Dean let out a low growl, his hands gripped the hem of your shirt, tugging it up. He stopped sucking on your neck so he could take your shirt off. You quickly sat up as he tugged it over your head. He threw it to the side.

"You have no idea how much I missed you." He growled, his eyes darkening with lust, as he looked at you. Both of you's breathing heavily. Tearing your bra off of you, and throwing it to the side.

"I missed you too." You gasped out, as he started to suck on the other side of your neck, his mouth trailing down until he reached your boobs. Cupping them in his hands brings his mouth came down towards your boob, swirling his tongue around your nipple, while he massaged the other boob.

"Fuck." You moaned, arching your back and closing your eyes, your hands desperately gripping the bedsheets, as he started to suck on the other one.

"Oh, how I missed your boobs." He moaned, against them, as he continued to suck and massage them. Eventually, he moved on, leaving butterfly kisses down your stomach, his fingers looping in the belt loop.

He quickly unbuttoned your jeans and the zipper, tugging them down, and throwing them behind him. He then quickly tore off your panties. Chucking them to the side.

Lowering his head down towards your aching core. Instead of pressing his mouth against your core, he pressed it against your thigh, leaving soft kisses, while nibbling against the skin.

"Please." You whined, your hands gripping the back of his neck, trying to guide him towards your core, but to no avail, he kept kissing and nibbling on your inner thigh, switching to the other thigh.

"Dean." You whined, digging your nails into his neck. Dean let out a grunt, his hands gripping your hips roughly, holding your hips down as he pressed his tongue against your licking upwards, until he reached your clit, swirling his tongue around your clit, his eyes looking at you as he continued to swirl his tongue around your clit.

"Fuck." You moaned, gripping onto him, as you felt his two of his fingers enter your wet pussy, moving them in and out at a slow pace, making you tremble with pleasure underneath him, Dean smirked, pulling his fingers out and replacing them in his mouth.