Wrestlers x Reader;VOL 2[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

Yes Daddy | Kyle O'Reilly *NSFW*

Pairings: Kyle O'Reilly x F!Reader

Featuring: Kyle O'Reilly, Y/n (Reader), Adam Cole.

Summary: Kyle's new look isn't the only thing he has changed.

Warnings: Daddy kink, Dom!Kyle, dominant Kyle, smut, sex, oral (male receiving), blowjob (kind of), bad smut writing, 18+, nsfw, dom kink, dirty talk, hair pulling [mild], locker room sex, unprotected sex[ wrap it before you tap it], rough sex, errors I missed.

w/c:1751

A/N: Hope you love it, babe! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!

Your eyes were glued on the monitor, as you watched the screen intensely. Ignoring other superstars around you. The ache that formed in your core at the start of the match. You pushed that dull ache away, clenching your legs together as focusing on the match...

You were on the edge of the seat. Hands clasped together in front of your mouth. Nails bitten down, as you watched Kyle jump off the top rope, his right knee connected with Adam's back, making Adam hit the steel chair, Adam rolled onto his back, spasming. Kyle sat up. Shuffling over to Adam, by using his left arm as support. Kyle fell on Adam for the pin. The ref counted the pin. Counting to three, then pointing his index finger, signaling the bell keeper to ring the bell.

A proud smile graced your lips as you got up quickly rushing to the gorilla. Beaming with happiness. Feeling proud of Kyle for finally putting Adam in his place. Triple H chuckled

"Calm down, y/n," He chuckled, as you bounced up and down, waiting for Kyle to come through the curtain, so you could hug him, and tell him how proud you are of him.

"Sorry," You mumbled. Though you stopped bouncing, you still felt intense amounts of happiness for him. You were still beaming.

Kyle walked through the curtains. You quickly rushed over to him. Wrapping your arms around him, and hugging him, trying not to hug him too tightly. Kyle wrapped his arms around you burying his face into your hair.

"I'm so proud of you, baby, I love you so much," You spoke. Rubbing your hand up and down his back softly. Kyle hugged you a bit tighter.

"Good match," Triple H commented. Patting Kyle on the shoulder. Kyle pulled his face away from your hair. Mustering up a small smile.

You could tell Kyle wasn't in the mood to talk or socialize. Triple H must have got the hint because he walked off. But not before squeezing Kyle's shoulder in reassurance.

You unwrapped your arms around Kyle, grabbing his hand. Lacing your fingers with his fingers.

Guiding him to his locker room. Backstage workers smiling at Kyle and you.

Kyle looked angry and in pain.

"Are you okay?" You asked, caressing the back of his hand with your thumb.

Kyle shrugged his shoulders. As the both of you finally made it to his locker room. Kyle's hand grabbed the door. Turning the doorknob and opening the door. Kyle entered the room.

"I just hope he doesn't retaliate and hurt you," Kyle spoke, as you closed the door. Kyle let go of your hand, taking the tape off his wrist. While you leaned on the door. Biting your lower lip as your minding wandering back to his ring gear. A dull ache forming in your core, clenching your thighs together.

Kyle turned his head to look at you, wondering why you haven't responded. Kyle arched an eyebrow as he noticed you biting your lower lip. Clenching your thighs together. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. While you slightly cursed yourself silently, for not paying attention.