warnings ⊹₊ black female reader, lowercase intended, insertion, dirty talk, elevator sex, hate fuck, rough at times, slapping, spit, unprotected sex (no glove no love), squirting, creaming, orgasm, jealously, angst. minors dont interact. 𐙚
nothing could prepare you for this embarrassment. a thread of messages yours blue from an apparent drunken stupor last night. the recipient non other than drew mcintyre.
the same scottish brute accused of toying with you. sudden flashes of memory recalling the tears that streamed down your face as you typed blindly.
despite the rage the statement was partially true as the time you spent together seemed much more than friendly.
a prodigy of wrestling you were attracted to him from the beginning. championship status and fluidity in the ring made you ecstatic for the day he offered to train you.
practicing a hold you remembered the black shorts tied around his waist, sculpted bare chest against your back. time stopping as you swore his lips grazed your neck. praises in support of being a quick learner the interaction managed to distract you both.
congratulations on matches led to analyzing every move. stealing glances backstage, generous hugs from behind, and occasional gifts was his forte. drew being a notorious flirt wasn't new but you didn't like that he did that with everyone.
so you played his game becoming cozy with his rival cm punk. phil complimenting your ring attire, fingers circling on your arms to relieve your nerves, carelessly whispering in his ear whenever drew passed.
andrew was wrapped around your little finger indeed but you had to work harder. you couldn't care less for punk collateral damage simply at the mercy for who you truly wanted. a presence in which you truly needed while you hoped he wanted you the same.
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pressing the blue jug to your lips you took a sip of water balancing on the heels of your feet as the elevator ascended to the fifteenth floor. mentally cursing yourself as you thought to undo the chaos from last night.
the cable halts as a chime fades your senses. a figure enters familiar long hair pulled into a bun, grey blue irises burning into your core as nervousness washed over you.
the doors close an eerie silence falls as you bite your lip. agonizing minutes feels like hours as floor fifteen felt out of grasps. the man unforgiven and not satisfied with your cowardice.
"silent today aren't we?" his accent rich, words dripping in arrogance as you hesitated to speak. he's gliding across the elevator pushing the red bottom that brings it to a standstill.
no where to run and hide as he circles you like prey undressing you from your pink spandex and matching tank solely with his eyes.
"i'm sorry." you breathe hurriedly voice small as you felt like a child in trouble. he said nothing as you apologized amused at your state as the pressure shakes your composure.
the once confidence flirt reduced to a babbling mess awaiting for drew's reaction as you both were suspended in the air, the metal box leaving the air thick.
"for what?" he's playful wanting you to know the extent of how badly you fucked up. the magnitude of the lengths he'll go until he's satisfied with you.
he's towering above you fingers coming to pull at your shoulder straps the material slapping against your skin with a whimper. he's appreciating your floral scent notes of lavender clean and delicate.
his attention lingers on your breast. russet skin contrasting with the pink outfit perk nipples without a bra straining against the fabric.
trailing further to the butterfly piercing at your navel. wide hips and thick thighs accentuates your plump ass something drew hopes to grab.
"i should have never sent you those messages, it was inappropriate and i hope i haven't ruined our relationship." you were honest.
the thought of this incident making you lose him wasn't something you wanted to bare. teasing aside drew was a confidant, your mentor who's reputation you respected.
"relationship? i could've sworn you were punks girl" both hands rest on your waist bringing you closer to his chest. for a second his pupils gleam mischievously a certain dominance you were craving now present.
"i'm no one's girl." the response you soon regret as your swiftly turned around cheek pressed against the cold metal as drew hands find your waistband.
pulling your shorts down to reveal your bare ass. naturally poking as he kneads your skin the complexation enticing him like no other.
his hands are rough pulling at the taut skin as he delivers a smack. the force exciting your core as your thighs become sticky.
"so much fucking mouth." he hissed in your ear alternating between slaps and rubbing your wet folds finding your clit with ease as he delivers a smack the sensation making you whine.
you're shamelessly humping his palm whimpering desperately for him to corrupt you. "drew please." you're begging admiring his biceps, the sheen of sweat on his forehead driving your arousal.
he's pushing a finger instead of you slowing plunging it in and out. curving it inside the softness his intentions calculated manipulating you to the point of no return.
"you'll have to ask much nicer." two more fingers join your walls. you're soaked cream collecting on his digits as you cried out. "fuck me!" his lips curled into a knowing smile withdrawing from your cunt with a pop.
the same fingers once inside of you found themselves in your mouth while drew fucked the defiance out of you. hate fucking as you would describe becoming lightheaded as you bent over and simply took it.
pretty folds clenching around his dick as you milked him the thought of him cumming inside of you making you dizzy. you're moans were unmistaken clothes discarded around the elevator without a care... how risqué.
"flirting just to get my attention how dumb are you?" he's like a man possessed watching your hips and ass slam against him licking his lips as he pulls your head back a trail of spit landing on your tongue.
"you feel so good." is all you can manage swallowing the spit as his strokes become sloppy knocking against your cervix. your stomach tightening as you cum for the third time overwhelming pleasure making you squirt.
"nasty little slut can't wait to tell punk i had your pretty little pussy." you stay quiet as his words fall on death ears. losing focus as he spills his cum inside of you small slaps delivered to your cheek with a groan.
he's pulling out of you hands soothing the welts on your ass with an apologetic smile. completely spent as he's kissing your lips the warmth radiating between you two has you melting.
