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Fuck You, Ambrose

"Get away from me, Dean!" You shouted at your long-time frenemy, Dean Ambrose, as he followed you closely.

"Awe, c'mon, Y/N. Remember all the fun we had that night at the party with Roman and Seth? They couldn't find us, and I think that's what got us off," Dean smirked, pinning you against the wall.

"That was a one time thing and you know it," you sighed, crossing your arms.

"Uh, it has happened before that, too, in case you forgot. And I know you want it to happen again just as much as I do," he smirked, his hands moving to your waist. He was right. You'd been craving his touch ever since you started fooling around. No one had fucked you so good. "I can tell, Y/N. I've known you for a long time, and I can tell that you want me to fuck you,"

"Fuck you, Ambrose!" You hissed before he chuckled. "You don't know anything about me!"

"I know how to fuck you right. I know you love it when I trace circles on your hips while I bury my cock deep in you. I know you love when I kiss your neck, sometimes biting you. Not hard enough to break skin, but just enough to make you gasp for air," he began saying sternly, making you fall silent. "I know where your sweet spot is, too. I know that if I tilt my hips just right, I can have you screaming my name in a matter of seconds. I know that I am the best fuck you've ever had because you told me so at that party. But fuck me, right?"

"Dean-"

"Shut up, Y/N," he shook his head before backing away from you. "Just don't,"

"Ambrose," you stopped him before he could disappear from your sight.

"What?" he asked, leaning against the wall.

"You're right," you'd said for the first time EVER, making him smirk. "I-I love the way you fuck me. I love it all."

"I know you do, Y/N. But you hate me, remember? Despite all the times I've had you screaming my name, you hate me," he raised his brows before shoving his hands in his front pockets. "I think you just hate me because I know how to fuck you so good. You hate that I am what you want, because you never thought you'd see yourself with someone as dirty, and ignorant as me,"

"Fuck me, Ambrose," you said sternly, walking towards him. He caught your wrists, his eyes trailing from your feet back up to your eyes, his tongue wetting his pink lips.

"Only on one condition,"

"Please, I'll do anything," you begged before he smirked.

"You quit saying you hate me. I know you love me and my cock, so I don't want to hear you say that you hate me," he told you, making you nod.

"D-Deal," you said before he grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. "Then let's get to fucking, baby," he smirked, capturing your lips for a hungry kiss. He locked his fingers with yours before tugging you down the hall, his eyes checking for witnesses before shoving his way into an empty coat closet.
"Dean-"

"You're going to have to take off your pants, y'know?" he bit his bottom lip before reaching for the button of your jeans, popping it quickly before helping you tug them down your quivering legs.

"I've never wanted you so much in my life," you said almost breathlessly, making him chuckle.

"I'll fuck you real good, Y/N. Don't you worry your pretty little mind," he told you, pulling your panties off and shoving them in his jeans pocket. He guided your foot up to his knee and then over his shoulder before he smirked up at you, licking a bold stripe up your heat.

"D-Dean," you gasped as he shoved two fingers into you. His tongue ran circles over your clit while his fingers pumped slowly in and out of you, irking soft moans from your lips.

You couldn't help but lock your fingers in Dean's wavy hair, tugging softly at the curls. You leaned your back against the wall and but your lip as his free hand gripped your hip, rubbing soft circles there.

And you couldn't help but love it. The way he felt against you, the way he felt inside you was something amazing. Your secret make-out sessions built up and happened more and more frequently until you finally gave in and had sex with him. It was magical to say the least, and he never disappoints. He never lets you walk away without making you cum.

"Fuck, Dean," you whimpered, a familiar heat spreading across you. You whined softly as he pulled away and out of you, returning to his feet.

"Not yet, babygirl," he smirked, undoing his own jeans, allowing his member to spring free.

You gasped as Dean scooped you up, pinning up up against the wall as his lips crashed to yours. You cupped his cheeks as he lined himself up with your entrance, gliding into you with ease. You were always wet for Dean, but the extra lubrication from his tongue always helped, too.

"How about we move things to the next level, Y/N?" Dean asked, pecking your lips sloppily as you moaned softly. "You've admitted that you love my dick, so next all you have to admit is that you love me,"

"Are you asking me out?" You asked breathlessly.

"Mm, I guess you could say that," he smiled, leaning his forehead on yours, his thrusts becoming more and more rough, sending bursts of pleasure through your body.

"Y-Yes!" You cried out from the pleasure, leaning your head onto his shoulder. "I-I'll be your girlfriend,"

"Fuck yeah, you will," he smirked, gripping your hips tightly as he pressed his lips to your neck.

"Fuck, D-Dean!" You whimpered, wrapping you legs around his body as he beat you relentlessly, making your moans less than quiet.

"Damn, babygirl, I cant wait to fuck you properly in bed so I can hear how loud you can actually be," Dean hissed in your ear, making you moan even louder. You didn't care if anyone heard you. It would only fuel Dean's fire if someone caught you, too, so he only tried harder to make you scream.

"D-Dean, did you j-just-" you asked as you felt him cum inside you, the warmth of his cum making you bite your lip.

"Couldn't help it, babygirl," he said, pressing his lips to yours. "I just need you to cum, Y/N,"

"I'm close," you whispered. He lifted you up more slightly, hitting your sweet spot quickly, giving you what he would call an 'insta-orgasm'. You cried out his name, fingers digging into his skin as he fucked you into oblivion, his scruff rocking against your neck as he kissed your neck.

"Cum, baby. I can feel you,"

"F-Fuck!" You gasped as you came down from your intense high. He pulled out of you and set you to your feet, to which you almost buckled at the knees.

"Ambrose? C'mon, buddy, your match is next!" someone shouted from the hallway.

"I am keeping these for good luck," Dean winked, flashing your panties at you before shoving them back into his pocket. You nodded as he helped you guide your jeans back on your legs, his lips kissing up your shirt and finally up to your lips.

"Th-Thank you, Ambrose," you bit your lip as he held you close to him.

"Don't thank me," he chuckled, kissing your forehead. "Just wish me luck. I've got to get to this match,"

"Good luck," you smiled before he kissed your lips again, pulling open the closet door. He tugged you out and dropped his eye in a playful wink before jogging down the hall towards the gorilla.