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"Come wit' me," you hear the Irish lilt of the Prinxe, your NXT Champion, in your ear.
You turned to face him, quirking an eyebrow up in response as you saw that he had his hand held out for you to take, still in his ring gear with the title over his shoulder. It was one of the only times he had actually spoken with you; not that you'd let him speak to you much, since you were definitely very attracted to him. There was a certain type of energy he radiated, that was for sure. You preferred to stay out of his way, and out of trouble. However, you had caught his eye at some point, of that, you were certain. It was clear in the way his eyes would linger on you just a tad too long as you walked by.
After taking a moment to consider his offer, you placed your hand in his with an, "Alright."
The slight smirk that developed on the Prinxe's features screamed that he was up to no good as he led you to a darkened corner that was only lit up with red lights.
Once the two of you had reached your destination, the Prinxe dropped the title to the floor, his eyes never leaving you as he did so. He slowly approached you, taking care not to scare you off. Once he finally did reach you, he placed his hands on your waist, making you bite down on your bottom lip.
"I've seen da way ye look at me," the Prinxe said, looking down at you with hooded eyes.
That made you blush. Thankfully, it was covered up by the red lights around you.
"Da way ye undress me wit' yer eyes," he finished, that slight smirk still present on his lips.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you lied, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
The Prinxe let out a dark chuckle at your words, "Don't lie to me, ye won't like da consequences."
"What do you want from me, Finn?" You asked in an exasperated sigh.
The Prinxe clenched his jaw, "Let's just say dat I'm in need of a little stress relief after my encounter wit' Adam Cole tonight."
"And what do you want me to do about that?" You asked, although you had the feeling you already knew the answer.
A faint smirk formed on the Prinxe's lips again, "You're going ta suck my cock, and then I'm gonna fuck ye."
"I'm sorry, what?!" You sputtered.
While you weren't opposed to the idea at all, you were worried that someone might stumble across the two of you.
"Relax, baby, no one's gonna find us. No one comes down dis way, and we're two of da only people left 'ere," the Prinxe soothed you, the fire still burning in his eyes.
You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment, mulling over the decision. You couldn't lie, you had been wanting this for a while, you'd just been too shy to ask for it.
"Alright," you said, catching the Prinxe's gaze with your own.
The Prinxe surged forward, backing you up against the wall as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss.
You wrapped your arms around the Prinxe's neck, kissing him back intensely with a quiet sigh. His lips were surprisingly soft. The kiss finally broke when the two of you ran out of air. You felt one of the Prinxe's hands on your shoulder. Dropping to your knees, you licked your lips and looked up.
The Prinxe threaded a hand through your hair, tugging slightly.
"It's not gonna suck itself," he said in a growl.
You had to bite back a smirk at that as you tugged the front of his ring trunks down, freeing his hardened cock. Spitting on your hand, you gave him a few pumps and kitten licks at his head.
The Prinxe yanked your hair harshly with a growl, "No teasing."
Deciding to obey, you took his cock into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you began to suck him off.
"Good girl," the Prinxe growled again, making you shiver slightly at the praise.
Your hand stroked what you couldn't fit into your mouth as you bobbed your head up and down, working his cock at a steady pace.
"Look at me," the Prinxe commanded in a low rumble.
You flicked your gaze up to meet his, earning a groan from him.
"No hands," he told you in another groan.
So, you placed your hands on his muscular thighs as you continued to suck him off.
The Prinxe's other hand tangled in your hair, "Breathe through yer nose."
It was the only warning you got before he thrusted himself all the way into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly. At least he gave you a couple slow thrusts so you could get used to the feeling. After those two thrusts, though, he began fucking your face in earnest, making tears form in your eyes. You gagged again before remembering to breathe through your nose. You weren't crying, but the tears rolled down your cheeks, making your makeup run. It wasn't the most comfortable feeling as the Prinxe ruthlessly fucked your throat, but you couldn't help but love the feeling of being used by him like this.
"Fuck, such a pretty girl, sucking my cock so well," the Prinxe growled, watching the makeup-stained tears roll down your cheeks.
Again, a shiver ran down your spine at the praise.
The Prinxe gave a few more harsh thrusts into your mouth before he yanked you off of him by your hair. With one of his hands still tangled in your hair, he pulled you to your feet. Once you were standing upright, you wiped the tears from your cheeks quickly before your back hit the wall again as you were caged in by the Prinxe.
"Ye did so well for me, baby. Now, it's time for your reward," the Prinxe said before capturing your lips in another bruising kiss.
You moaned into the kiss, squeezing your thighs together in order to get some sort of relief. The Prinxe slipped his tongue into your mouth as you moaned, caressing your tongue with his. You had no idea that he was such a good kisser. By now, you were sure you had soaked through your ring pants.
The Prinxe broke the kiss in favor of kissing down your neck before sucking a mark into your skin. You knew you'd have to cover it up with makeup if it wasn't faded by next week, but you couldn't bring yourself to care about that. You found yourself wanting to wear his mark, for some reason.
You were brought out of your thoughts by the feeling of the Prinxe's fingers hooking into the sides of your ring trunks and your thong, tugging them down and off before he threw them on the floor. Then, he pressed his body against yours, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it over the crook of his strong arm.
The Prinxe took his cock in his hand and teased your slit with it, saying, "Beg fer it."
You bit down on your bottom lip for a moment, trying to buck your hips in order to get some relief from the ache between your thighs.
"Ah, ah," the Prinxe chastised you, pressing his hips flush against yours to stop you from moving. "I said, beg."
"Please fuck me," you said in a whine as you swallowed your pride.
"Good girl," the Prinxe growled, finally sliding his cock inside of your cunt.
You moaned at the stretch of his cock breaking you open. Once he was finally all the way inside of you, you had to fight the urge to wiggle your hips at the feeling of being so full.
"Fuck, ye're so tight," the Prinxe growled through gritted teeth.
"Please," you whined, needing him to move.
The Prinxe bared his teeth to you as he began thrusting into you at an almost ruthless pace. You cried out as you were finally getting the relief you needed.
"Dirty girl, letting yer champion have his way wit' ye where anyone could see," the Prinxe growled, catching your gaze with his.
You moaned at both the eye contact and his words, "Fuck."
The Prinxe changed the angle of his thrusts, finding the spot within you that made you see stars. You cried out in pleasure, hands coming to grip his biceps tightly.
"Is dat the spot, dove, hmm?" The Prinxe asked, the corners of his mouth curling upwards slightly as he felt you clench around him.
"Yes!" You whined, nails digging into the skin of his biceps.
"Dat's it, just hold onto me," the Prinxe said before he began to ruthlessly fuck into your g-spot.
You knew you weren't likely to last much longer at this rate.
The Prinxe's free hand came up and wrapped around your throat, applying minimal pressure to cut off your blood flow. One of your own hands moved from his bicep to his wrist, gripping it tightly as your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the pleasure you were feeling.
"Ye're a filthy fucking thing, aren't ye?" The Prinxe asked in a condescending growl.
All you could do was simply nod. The way he was fucking you was exactly what you had been needing for a while now. You were just too stubborn to admit it.
The Prinxe's rhythm began to falter, signaling that he was close. You were close to your release as well, feeling that tight coil in your lower stomach tighten further.
"Play wit' yer clit, dove," he commanded roughly.
The hand that had been gripping the Prinxe's wrist slid down your body until your fingers began to rub tight circles into your sensitive nub, making you cry out loudly.
"Ye better fucking cum now, or ye won't get ta cum at all," the Prinxe grunted, barely pulling out at he rammed into your g-spot.
The coil in your lower stomach snapped, launching you into your orgasm as you clenched around the Prinxe's cock with a loud cry of his name.
"Good girl! Good. Fucking. Girl," the Prinxe spoke in between rough thrusts as he spilled his release inside of you as you milked every drop from his cock.
After a few more thrusts, and when the two of you had finished riding out the aftershocks of your orgasms, the Prinxe slowly pulled out of you, unhooked your leg from the crook of his arm as he did so. He buried his face into the crook or your neck as he panted. His other hand had already released your throat. You ran your fingers through his short locks as you caught your own breath.
When the two of you had calmed down, the Prinxe pulled back to look you in the eyes with a smirk, "Ye know, I had been meaning to ask ye out fer a while, now."
You couldn't help but laugh, "It seems we jumped the gun a bit."
"So, will ye do me da honor of taking ye out on a date?" He asked with a smile.
"Yes, I think I will," you responded, smiling back at him.
"I'll pick ye up at 6 on Saturday?" The Prinxe asked.
"I'm looking forward to it," you said, grabbing your thong and ring pants and sliding them back on as the Prinxe pulled the front of his trunks back up and grabbed his title.
Then, the two of you walked hand in hand to your dressing rooms, excited for this new chapter of your lives to begin.