WWE Divas Fanfiction

Io Shirai x Reader (NSFW smut)

Author's Note: My posts will be more spaced from now just because school is a thing and my education comes first. Don't worry I'll post and write still, just the chapter updates will be slower. This chapter is on the explicit and raunchy side so if this isn't your thing, feel free to move on to other chapters. Enjoy!!

Io adjusted her wrestling gear and glared angrily at (y/n), discontent clearly indicated on her face.
"Why the hell did you get the officials to cancel my match?"
"You're way too tired to be wrestling right now, Io."
The Japanese wrestling flashed (y/n) a dirty look of anger. "Don't tell me what to do."

"I just care for you as a frien-"
She stormed off before (y/n) could react and she stormed off to the nearby hotel where all the wrestlers were staying at.

(y/n) grunts in frustration and followed after her. He knew her hotel room would be locked so he went to the front desk and asked for a key, creating a small fib that he was the one living in said room and locked himself out. (y/n) was genuinely worried for his friend and simply wanted to see if she was okay. After a tense ride up the rather smooth hotel elevator, he stepped out onto the floor Io was living on and went to her room. He swiped the key and listened to the faint beep of the door unlocking. He walked tentatively into the tidy and well-kept hotel room and saw Io laying on the bed, facing away from the entrance.
He tentatively sits down on the edge of her bed. No reaction.

He reached out to touch her shoulder. Still, no reaction.

(y/n) waited for an answer, a signal, anything that confirmed she took notice of his presence.

"The silent treatment, hmm?" (y/n) finally spoke, his voice a smooth rumble.

Io didn't move, "Fuck off." She muttered, still lying on her side, facing away from him.

"Manners! That's no way to address your friend, now is it?" (y/n) brushed his thumb against her shoulder.

Io was silent then she bit out a few bitter words. "Leave my home. You don't value me anyways..."

(y/n) forced her to roll over and face him. "Hey, what is this about? Why are you talking like this?" he cocks his head.

Io got up, "You know damn well..." She folded her arms across her chest and sulked.

(y/n) got up too and wrapped his arms around her midsection. Io struggled, twisting in his arms but to no avail.

"Stop struggling and tell me what did I say? Why are you so angry?" (y/n) leaned forward and rested his head against the nape of her neck.

"W-what are you doing?" Io shot at him and tried to suppress the betraying heat of desire curling in her belly.

"Waiting for your answer," (y/n) said bluntly back.

Io let out a breath of defeat, "Because you always seem to baby me so much. You always see me as someone needing protection." Io shuts her eyes with force, "And that shit hurts... It fucking hurts so bad."

(y/n) turned his head to nuzzle her neck and he felt her shiver in response. He shifted his hand underneath her shirt and he smoothed his hand over her taut stomach.

"That's it? That's all?" (y/n) leaned close to her ear to whisper those words into it. "Oh Io, you don't get the sentiments behind my actions... Do you?"

Io went still, "What do you mean?" she was barely aware of her fading anger and extremely aware of the man which stood behind her.

"Because I care about you. I want you safe. I'm practically obsessed with you." (y/n) allowed his lips to gently linger at her neck and occasionally touched down. (y/n) felt the warmth of her flushed skin and could smell her irresistible scent.

Io felt the light contact and let out a small moan. "Ah, (y/n)..."

"I've wanted you for a long, long time. I've wanted you for too long." He nipped at her skin, "Way too fucking long..."

(y/n) turned her so she was facing him and he grabbed her shirt, hastily lifted it over her head, and tossed it aside. He leaned in and pressed his mouth against her, hungry for a release. All the emotions (y/n)'s had and built up over the years came rushing out. It reflected in his kiss; hungry and hard.

Io groaned. The force of his mouth against hers made Io tilt her head back slightly. She reached for his shirt and began to unbutton it but halfway through she became impatient and came to a compromise by ripping it off.

(y/n) chuckled at this. His little wrestler was impatient.

"Bed." He managed between breaths.

The two left a trail of clothing to the bed. Pants, shirts, wrestling gear, and undergarments. (y/n) and Io tumbled onto the soft mattress with (y/n) on top. He smiled at her as she reached up to stroke his hair.

Io gives him a seductive look and reached down, feeling his chest and abs on the way, then she closed her hand around his member and she gave it a few pumps. (y/n) moaned.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice husky from anticipation and arousal.

You're really big..." Io whispered.

"We'll go slow," with that he pushed into her and began to gently thrust. Io could feel his heat inside of her as his member throbbed with anticipation.

He kept his promise and kept the pace slow so she could adjust, even though it took every ounce of restraint to not go feral on her.

"You can speed up if you want..." (y/n) heard her say, her voice had lust mixed in.

(y/n) rolled his hips, the sound of their nether regions connecting over and over, filled the room. His self-restraint had broken, he wanted nothing but to claim her as his. (y/n)'s vision glossed over with desire and he sped up even more. Io felt his thick shaft sliding in and out of her and she gasped at this, her mind raced, and her lips opened to speak.

Too fast. "F-faster!"

It's too much. "More, (y/n)! P-please..."

This is starting to hurt... "Ahhh, harder, please, harder! I like the pain..."

Io' thoughts and words were in a constant cycle of betrayal. Her mind was a jumbled mess, her body felt like it was up in flames. Her tongue hung out of the side of her mouth as she panted and moaned out of pleasure.

Their releases came like a torrent of euphoria. Io let out a moan of appreciation as she felt a welcomed, sticky warmth coat her inner thigh. The two assassins took their time breathing to catch their ragged breaths. Their sweat-slicked bodies still tightly pressed against one another.

"That was... Amazing." Io murmured.

"You're amazing," (y/n) replied as he pulled her onto his chest and ran his fingers through her silky hair.

"Those are my lines... And we really need to clean up." Io panted out slowly.

"Worry about that later... Let's rest up first." (y/n) couldn't get out much more than that before falling into a deep and blissful sleep with Io tightly embraced in his strong arms.