Wrestling Smut Oneshots (ON HOLD!)

Hate [Pete Dunne]

"Looks like Pete's angry." Bianca says, pointing behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing said man charging towards the table I was sitting at. He had a lustful look in his eyes mixed with anger. I knew exactly what that meant. "I'm going to go talk to him." Standing up, I felt a hard grip on my wrist. He pulled me away, dragging me down the hall. He charged by everyone who gave a concerned glance.

"Slow down, you asshole!" I shouted, nearly tripping over my feet." He made a sharp turn around the corner, stopping in front of the janitor's closet. "This will have to do." He mumbled, shoving me inside the cramped closet. There was barely enough room for the both of us inhere. He locked the door, turning and glaring at me. Without a word,he grabbed my leggings by the waistband, pulling them down with ease."Turn around and bend over." He demanded, puling down the straps from his wrestling gear he was still in.

Obeying his demands, I bent over the best I could, my ass sticking up in the air. "Such a wonderful view." He brought his hand down, smacking my ass with great force. I yelped, feeling the sting from the hit. Peeling my panties down, he rubbed the tip of his cock against my waiting hole.With a grunt, he forcefully entered, leaving me little time to adjust to his size. I opened my mouth to scream, but his large hand covered it.

"Shut the fuck up or they'll hear you." He growled, going deeper inside. I screamed into his hand, biting him in the process. He hissed, bringing his hand down on my ass again. "Bite me again and I'll make sure you'll never walk properly again." He smacked my ass once more time before placing his hand back on my hip to steady himself. His thrust became more frantic, signaling his climax. I felt my own orgasm approaching,making me moan underneath his hand.

"You gonna cum all over my cock, you filthy whore?" He asked, removing his hand from my mouth. I could only moan, feeling my climax teetering on the edge. He smacked my ass suddenly, making me gasp loudly. "Answer the question!" He growled, thrusting harder. "Y-yes!" I moaned,gripping the shelf in front of me. "Yes what?" He asked, slowing his thrusts down until I answered. "Y-yes daddy!" I cried,feeling his cock pulsating inside of me.

Tossing my head back, I screamed as I came, forgetting that people could probably hear us.Seconds after I came, Pete groaned, spilling his seed in me. "Fuck!"He moaned out, massaging my ass as he slowly slipped out. When he pulled out, I nearly collapsed. "Thanks for that." He pulled his straps back, adjusting his cock before leaving the closet. I panted,slowly putting myself together. This happens more often than I'd like to admit. He uses me when he wants a quick fuck and then leaves after.

I kind of like it.

Stepping out of the closet, I checked to see if anyone was around. Seeing no one around,I headed back towards catering. Turning the corner, I ran into Pete.Well, more like he tripped me as I walked by. He caught me, pulling me up. "I'm not really satisfied after all." He smirked, running his fingers through his hair. Before he could finish his statement, I started talking. "I'll come over to your room then." He looked taken aback at my comment, watching me as I walked away from him.

Like I said at the arena,I was in his room later that night. Right now, he was deep inside of me, thrusting like a mad man. I was a moaning mess, begging for more."Please don't stop!" I screamed, burying my face into the pillow.He groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling back. I moaned louder, the overwhelming sensation taking over me. I came again for the second time that night, his name spilling from my mouth like some kind of chant.

He pulled out, shooting his load onto my back. My knees buckled underneath me, causing me to crash down on the bed. Pete walked away, leaving me alone to collect myself. "Here." He tossed a towel at me, walking back over to the bed. I took it, wiping his cum off my back. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching me clean myself off. "Why do you let me treat you like this?" He suddenly asked, catching me off guard. "Treat me like what?" He groaned, looking up at the ceiling. "Like a fucking toy! I abuse you verbally, I fuck you nearly every time I see you and yet...You come back...You always come back."

I stared at him, my mouth slightly opened. I didn't know what to say. "I thought you wanted to treat me like that. I never knew I had a say in it. I thought  I was supposed to just take it." He groaned again, rubbing his hands over his face. "Fuck, I don't think I can do this anymore." He stood up, pulling his briefs. I tilted my head, confused at his sudden outburst. "Do what? Pete, talk to me." I slipped his shirt on since he ripped mine to pieces. "I can't keep fucking you like I hate you!" I stared at him in confusion. "Pete, what are you talki-." I was cut off when he crashed his lips down on mine.

It wasn't like one of those kisses that usually leads to mind breaking sex. It was softer and more gentle. He pulled away, looking me in the eyes. "What I'm trying to say is...I think I'm in love with you and I've been hiding it with hate, but I can't do it anymore." His eyes, once filled with lust and hatred, were now shimmering with love and gentleness. I smiled, leaning in and kissing him again. I pulled him down, making him hover over me. I broke the kiss, stroking his cheek slightly."Just promise me that you'll fuck me like you hate me." I smirked, pulling him down to resume the kissing.

((Yeah, this could bebetter but whatever))