The Young BucksOne Shots & Drabbles

Enough with the sass - MATT

You were standing in the bathroom of the hotel room you and Matt were sharing for the night.

"Hey, ba-" he trailed off as he stepped into the bathroom and his eyes widened as he took you in. You had just got out of the shower and you were in just a pair of cheeky red lace panties that made your ass look perfect with a red push up bra that was one of Matt's favorites on you.

Matt wrapped his arms around you from behind and nuzzled his chin into the dip of your shoulder.

"Mmmm, I'm a lucky man." He whispered before he pressed his lips to the side of your neck. His kisses started out soft and gentle but you soon felt him lightly sucking on your skin as the bulge in his jeans got larger.

"M-Matt, we have a s-show." You said as you weakly tried to pull away from his grip. You didn't want to pull away as much as Matt wanted you to stay there.

The logical part of you knew that you had a show you needed to go to. The Young Bucks and Bullet Club were starting off the show and you would have to accompany them to ringside. You couldn't afford to be late to the show when Matt was one of the staples of Ring Of Honor.

"We could stay." He whispered before kissing you again.

"Matt, we have to go." You said as you stepped out of his grip and reached for the Bullet Club shirt sitting on the counter.

"You're going to make me go to a show with this?" He asked gesturing to the bulge in his jeans.

"We don't have a choice, Matt! We can't be late!" You said.

"The guys are never going to let me live this down. Showing up to a show with a semi-hard..." He grumbled.

You got to the arena and Nick and the other guys knew something was up right away. Matt wasn't saying much and he had his arms folded on his chest.

"Why are you so grumpy?" Nick asked as he looked over at his brother.

"Yeah Matt, why are you so grumpy?" You sassed even though you knew exactly why he was grumpy.

"Enough with the sass, Y/n!" Matt said as he shot you a look that if looks could kill you'd be dead, as he nonchalantly adjusted his package in his tights from across the room.