Pairing: Jordan Devlin X Reader
Summary: Just a smutty Jordan Devlin one-shot! :-) Basically, boy hates girl, girl hates boy. So naturally, they blow up and have nuclear sex.
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE, NXT, or NXT UK. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional drabble that came from my imagination. This drabble contains scenes that are for people 18 years of age and older ONLY.
Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: Graphic, angry (verging on rough) sex that turns into graphic, romantic sex. Nice fluffy ending.
Worlds Collide, Passions Erupt
Jordan Devlin stalked through the hotel's long hallway, teeth grinding, fists clenched.
Minutes before, he 'd been showering, and battling his rage from that night's match. But to no avail. His anger slowly mixed with a year's worth of lust. The result?
A painful, raging hard-on with Y/N's name written all over it.
He growled in his throat when just the thought of her nearly caused him to come, right then and there. Frantic, his hand fumbled down his stomach and shakily latched onto his erection as he manufactured thoughts of her. Pumping his fist tightly over his arousal, he thought of her soft hair. Her toned, yet feminine body. Those legs... He could practically feel them, wrapped around his hips.
Barely even four strokes of his hand and he was already on the edge. He would normally have ridiculed himself for lasting only seconds, but he was too close to even care.
He thought of her soft voice then as he concentrated his ministrations to the tip of his erection. Imagined her on the brink of orgasm; her core clasping his arousal. Heard her breathlessly cry his name out: "Jordan!"
And then he was done for. He came. And came. And came some more. His chest heaved and soft groans passed his lips as he lightened his strokes. Stream after stream of his seed spilled to the tub's floor. And still, he got no relief. He could already feel himself grow hard again; his need even more desperate than before.
"SHIT!" He slammed his hand against the wall. His fury only fueling his arousal. "Damned li'l hellcat... She had no right t' affect me d'is way!" He grumbled as he'd practically stomped into the bedroom stark naked, and yanked on nothing more than a pair of black shorts. If he had his way in the next few moments, he wanted as little clothing to take off as possible. Then he had left his room behind, and was headed for Y/N's.
On the short walk to her room, he thought back on their... What the hell is what we share? Hate? Loathing? Whatever it was, they had never seen eye to eye. The two had rubbed each other the wrong way from the first time they met. And it never got any easier for them to be around each other. Only more difficult. And o' course, he thought, it doesn't help d'at I would love not'ing more d'an t' fuck 'er brains out. And I'm gonna.
Things had begun to escalate between them more than usual that night, at Worlds Collide. There was a mixed tag match that he and Y/N of course just had to be opponents in. Y/N was teamed up with his mentor, Finn Balor, and their opponents were to be himself and Toni Storm. Regardless, the match had gone perfectly.
Until Toni tagged him in.
He darted into the ring just as Y/N moved to tag Finn. Unable to resist, he yanked her backward before her fingers could snag Finn's, and then proceeded to skillfully roll her up for a pin. She kicked out at two, and jumped to her feet, glaring down at him.
"Seriously, Devlin? You jackass," she hissed.
"Well, let's face it," Jordan chuckled haughtily. "Ya would be d'a easier pin, sweetheart."
The next thing he knew, his head was throbbing, he was lying on the canvas, face up—seeing stars, mind you—and a slight weight was holding him down. He heard three thuds, and didn't make sense of them until he heard the timekeeper's bell ring.
Well, shit.
He raised his head and looked upward to see Y/N smirking down at him.
"Never bet against the Ace, eh?"
And with that, she flounced off and joined Finn. Jordan watched, fury in his icy blue gaze, as Finn gave Y/N a celebratory hug. The laughing and cheering of the fans did not help his mood either.
Now, as he approached Y/N's hotel room door, Jordan let his anger shift from a simmer to a boil. How dare she pin me, he thought. In front of the whole world, no less! He knocked on her door. And waited. Knocked again. Waited some more. "Damn it. Ye'll open d'a door if ya know what's good f'r ya, lass," he murmured under his breath as he knocked again—much louder.
"Jeez, give me a second!"
He could hear her approaching the door, and readied himself ready to pounce on her.
What we both need, is to just fuck and get it over with. I know she-
The door opened.
Y/N stood before him, an icy glare on her face. Her hair and skin were soaking and dripping wet from an apparent shower.
The only thing hiding her delectable body from his gaze, was a flimsy. Little. Towel.
Oh. Fuck.
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You were finishing up with your shower, still fuming about Jordan Devlin and his audacity from earlier that night, when you heard a persistent knocking at your hotel room door. Groaning, you shut off the water and reached for a towel as another knock sounded.
Good grief, you thought, wrapping the towel around you as best you could, and heading out of the bathroom to the door. Your head still pounded from the headbutt you dished out to Devlin, but the memory caused a smile to spread across your face.
A louder, almost angry knock made you halt in your tracks for a moment.
"Jeez, give me a second," you called out, your bad mood returning almost instantly. Reaching the door, you yanked it open, already manufacturing a glare for whoever was disturbing the little bit of peace you'd found. Your eyes fell on the person in question.
You froze.
Devlin. Of course. You rolled your eyes, but discreetly took in the sight of him. Bright, icy blue eyes—flashing in anger. Barefoot. Shirtless and washboard abs showing proudly. Black shorts. And- You gasped as you noticed the very impressive tent formed at the crotch of those shorts. Nervously, you shifted your gaze back to his and discovered that he was eyeing your- You looked down at yourself and gasped again. Oh, no. Jordan Devlin did not see me looking like-
Suddenly, you were shoved back into the room. Dazed, and having no idea what was happening, you watched as Devlin kicked your door shut, then—his eyes still on your body—reaching back and locking it as well.
"Now, wait just a minute, Devlin!" Your anger finally got the best of you. You stepped toward him, your index finger jabbing him in the chest. "Who do you think you are-"
Your words died on your lips as three things happened—almost simultaneously.
One, your towel was ripped from your body; thoughtlessly discarded to the floor. Two, Devlin's shorts pooled at his ankles before he stepped out of them and kicked them aside. His gaze never left yours through all of this. And three, was when he pinned your naked body to the wall with his naked body. The whole time he stared into your eyes, daring you to look away. It would have been frightening, if it wasn't so... sexy.
He shot forward then, latching onto your neck with his lips and teeth. A surprised, yet wanton moan eased up your throat an instant before your mental faculties returned to you. You shoved at his shoulders, smacked at his chest, you even slapped his face, but he wouldn't budge.
"Devlin, you asshole! Get away!" You continued to struggle till he grabbed your wrists in one of his hands and pinned them back between your head and the wall. The hold wasn't painful, but you so weren't going anywhere.
His mouth found yours in the next instant, and his body pressed more closely against your own. You felt his erection scrub against your clit and little shock-waves of pleasure shot throughout your lithe frame. You didn't realize you'd stopped fighting him. Your own body betrayed you as it melted against his. A dulcet moan passed from your mouth to his, and then his tongue was slipping past your lips as he tasted you.
This is so wrong, you thought, as his tongue swirled over yours. I can't stand him! But... Oh, my God, he tastes... feels so good... You gave in. Kissed him back.
He groaned softly, pressing you even further against the wall as his lips traveled back down to your neck.
Despite the fact you loathed him, you couldn't deny you wanted him. Incredibly badly. And you had never done something so impulsive in your life. It was exciting; thrilling. You took a breath and let it out slowly as you met his gaze. "I... I want you."
His mouth crashed against yours, and he kissed you senseless. "Damn you," he rasped against your mouth. "Damn ya f'r makin' me want ya so fuckin' bad." His free hand cupped one of your breasts and lightly scraped his thumbnail over the nipple before pinching it just firm enough to sting a little.
If one could feel a dash of lightning, you certainly just did. It was as if a bolt of electricity shot from your breast straight down to your clit. You hissed in shock from the sensation. Of their own volition, your hips rolled frantically against his, seeking whatever contact he would give you.
He growled low in his throat. "My li'l wildcat needs some tamin', does she?"
Your eyes widened. "Yours," you demanded. "And taming? Really? I swear- Oh! Ohhh..." His thigh wedged itself between yours and pressed in against your clit and core. A long moan poured from your lips as he ground his thigh into you, the fine hairs on his leg scratching perfectly against the tiny little pearl at the apex of your thighs.
"Yes. You're mine, li'l wildcat." He released your wrists, and then knelt down on one knee, directing you to straddle his thigh. You whimpered softly at the pressure building within your core and womb. "Also, yes, taming. Don't test me, lass. I know exactly how t' fuck ya int' submission."
He bounced his thigh a couple times and you thought you would die from the pleasure rocketing through your body. Simultaneously, your hands shot to his broad shoulders, scrambling to keep your balance, and your head dropped back.
"I want t' watch ya fuck y'rself on my t'igh, cat fiáin."
Shooting a furious glare his way, you started to rise off his leg. "No, thank you. I will not-"
"Want me t' get ya started?" He ignored your refusal, and reached downward knocking one of your feet from under you. The result had you slamming back down onto his thigh and grabbing at his shoulders again. He gave you no time to reply as he began rhythmically bouncing his thigh.
Pressure. Pressure. And more pressure assaulted you between your legs. Your inner walls began to burn and stretch. Your muscles screamed—begged for release. You cried out softly as he continued to bounce his leg. Harsh flutters began to tickle within your core. Just when you reached the edge—the point in which you could take no more before you erupted, Devlin stopped. He froze—didn't move another muscle.
"No. Pl-please..." you half whispered, half moaned. Your gaze met his, and a renewed fury boiled within you. He was clearly enjoying this, if his smirk was anything to go by. "I hate you," you said between clenched teeth.
"Ya know? I can t'ink o' much better t'ings ya could do wit' d'at pretty li'l mouth o' y'rs, love. And runnin' it, ain't one of d'em." His smirk became more devious then. "Now... I can tell ye're dyin' t' come." He leaned forward and kissed you, murmuring against your lips. "Don't deprive y'rself."
With that, he flexed his quad muscle, and it hit your clit just so perfectly, you had no more control over what your body did. It wanted its release and it was going to have it, come hell or high water. Your hips rolled and you felt that frantic burn return right where you left off. A shaky moan emerged from your throat and your head dropped back as your climax neared. Another roll of your hips had you crying out louder. A warm, wet mouth latched onto one of your nipples and you shuddered with an unrestrained shriek.
"Dat's it, li'l wildcat," his deep Irish voice rumbled near your ear. "Take what ya want, love."
"Shut-up, Devlin," you growled through your thrusts. "St-still... hate y-you..."
"Let's see what ya say after my cock is t'rough wit' ya." His hands slowly slid down your back to your bottom and squeezed. You heard his pained groan as he whispered in your ear: "From d'a first time I saw ya, I've wanted ya. I've been dyin' t' know what d'is beautiful ass would feel like in my hands—just like d'is."
You were past thinking at this point. You wanted nothing more than to-
Oh. My. God.
You sobbed softly, melted against him as your orgasm claimed you. You fingers curled into his neck and shoulder, leaving little crescent moon-shaped indentations in their wake.
"D'ats it. D'ats it. D'ats it," Devlin mumbled encouragement in your ear, while nibbling at your neck. "D'ats my beautiful wildcat." Your hips ceased moving, but Devlin began jostling his thigh again, prolonging the sharp spasms assaulting your core.
Your arms hung limply around his shoulders as the last little tremors ebbed away, and your legs were useless.
Devlin stood to his feet then, lifting you with him, then carried you over to the large bed, depositing you onto it, none too gently. Too dazed and content were you, to realize what he was doing. You were only vaguely aware as he trapped your legs up onto his muscled shoulders. You only had time to raise your head; glance down at him, before his head lowered between your parted thighs. Then his hot, wet mouth was kissing and sucking at your folds, lapping up your essence. He hummed appreciatively and mumbled against your flesh. "So fuckin' good..."
"Devlin..." you arched off the bed as his tongue found its way to your clit. Your womb pulsed along with your core. "Oh, my God... Devlin... Yes! Right there!"
He spread your legs further and fully covered your clit with his scorching wet mouth, wriggling his tongue over it again and again. The wet smacking sounds he made mixed with his hushed moans of satisfaction and only added to your pleasure.
You couldn't stay still. Reaching down, you curled your fingers into his hair and tugged. He snarled and worked his tongue more furiously over your clit. "Come f'r me, Y/N," he grunted the words. His hands gripped your hips, bruising you—marking you.
The little stab of pain sent you over the edge and your climax hit you out of nowhere. You gasped, sobbed, cried and begged as he continued pleasuring you with his mouth. "We're not done yet, love. One more, wildcat. One more." His mouth returned to your clit. A finger slipped inside you; stroked at your g-spot. He had you coming apart again in only seconds.
As you lay there, trying to catch your breath, he stealthily moved up your body, leaving little nipping kisses all up your stomach to your breasts. His hands grasped at the backs of your knees and hitched your thighs up onto his hips.
Then his muscled hips surged forward and he was buried to the hilt inside you. Your scream was a mixture of discomfort and pleasure and blended with Devlin's ecstatic: "FUCK!" He slumped onto you for a moment breathing hard. "H-hurt ya?"
His question surprised you. You didn't realize he even cared if he hurt you. Isn't he just in this for his own pleasure, you wondered.
"Did I hurt ya, love," he asked again, lifting onto his elbows and looking down at your face.
"A-a little," you breathed, raising your hips slightly into his. A thrill surged through your body and your head dropped back on the pillow. "But... I liked it. Oddly enough."
A chuckle rumbled in his throat. "You enjoyed some pain? My... Ye're just full o' surprises, aren't ya? Can I move now?"
You nodded and he withdrew from you. Then he was filling your again, with a drawn-out shout. "Fuck, ye're tight," he panted in your ear. "Birt' control? Don't know if I can pull out in time."
You nodded again as he pulled his hips back. You weren't capable of speaking.
Just yet.
Not until he slid inside you again, and jerked his hips; jabbing inside you roughly.
"God, you're almost too big," you whispered, your back arching off the bed. He took that opportunity to cover one of your nipples with his hot mouth. And sucked hard.
Your core clenched along with your hips. A slow tingle began in your womb and worked its way outward as your inner walls tightened, and tightened and tightened some more. You whimpered in anticipation. Then as a series of harsh spasms assaulted your core, you screamed, "DEVLIN!" That was all you had time to get out as your world became nothing more than bright colors. Within only a few seconds, pinks shifted to purples, and purples to reds, and reds to vibrant yellows. Finally everything swirled into white. Blinding white.
"...come again wit' no warnin' like d'at, and it'll be over f'r bot' of us, love."
You panted and curled your fingers into the skin of his shoulders. "Your fault," you managed to breathe out.
He chuckled deviously and your walls fluttered around his erection. The result had you restlessly shifting your hips against his. He wasn't moving and it was about to drive you insane. "Fuck me." And then you gasped, horrified at your boldness. You had never dropped an F-bomb in your life.
"My, my," Devlin laughed. "Gettin' a li'l potty mout' on ya? Do I feel d'at good?"
His question was rhetorical apparently, because the next thing you knew, his hips were rolling into yours; rhythmically thrusting his arousal inside you over and over.
"Call me Jordan," he panted. He took your wrists in his hands and pinned them above your head. "No more last name bullshit." He emphasized his point with a curl of his hips; jabbing your g-spot with the head of his erection. "Say it, damn it."
"Jordan," you whimpered, as your insides began coiling again. You heard a frustrated snarl pass his lips and his hips pounded into you even faster. "Please..."
"Please, what?"
"Please, don't stop."
He groaned and leaned down, capturing your mouth with his as he continued to hammer his erection inside you relentlessly.
"Gonna fuckin' ruin ya," he uttered against your neck. "Ye'll never want anyone else's cock again. Only mine." He lifted his head and looked down at you. A vein was popping out slightly at his temple as he watched your face. "Know what I wanna do, li'l wildcat?"
You shook your head, incapable of speech at the moment. Your body was coiling up again, but you wanted to focus on his words. Finally you managed to speak. "Wait..." you took a deep breath. "I'm going to..." A rough spasm shook you to your core and you tried again. "Going t-to..."
"Come?"
The rough timber of his voice rumbling near your ear—not to mention the word he used—sent you tumbling over the edge for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Oh, God," you cried, curling your fingers and digging the nails into his hands. "Jordan... Oh, yes!..."
He stilled for a moment. "Shit, I almost came d'at time," he grunted out. He resumed his thrusts, but much, much slower. "What I want t' do," he picked up where he left off. "Is, max my credit card out on d'is room, put my own damn lock on d'a door, and tie ya t' d'is bed. Fuck ya over and over till management comes to d'a door and tries to make us leave. Wanna make ya scream my name s' loud, every-fuckin'-one hears ya—knows ya belong t' me." Apparently, just the thought of claiming you brought him to his precipice. A soft cry of desperation passed his lips and he gazed down at you through his drawn-out plunges. "Say it, love? Tell me ye're mine?" He swallowed hard. "And... mean it?"
You were getting closer to the edge yourself, but you managed to nod. You tugged one of your hands free and placed it lovingly to his cheek. "I'm yours, Jordan," you whispered shakily. The force from your proclamation tossed you—no, hurled you—over the edge, and you tensed up in his arms. "More," you cried frantically. "Please! Jordan—harder! Faster!"
His hips rolled sloppily against yours, his cock pistoning in and out of you, as per your request. "God, ya feel s' good!" His voice rose several decibels till he was shouting at the end of the declaration. "I can't- hold back any-" He groaned and began to pull out of you.
Frantic with need, you dug your fingernails into his buttocks and pulled him back inside you. "No," you cried. "ComeinsidemeComeinsidemeComeinsideme!" You clawed at his muscled bottom with one hand and scratched at his back with the other. Your voice broke as you clung to him. "Oh, God... YES, JORDAN!" Your screams mixed with Jordan's emphatic roar as his scorching seed shot inside your womb. Burning stream after burning stream of it. And then your voice finally died down as the need to breathe overtook you. Then you were panting. And sobbing. And laughing. Nothing made sense, but everything was perfect.
Jordan slumped on top of you again, careful to not give you his full weight.
If you weren't so exhausted and heady at that moment, you would have been humiliated by the loud round of applause and cheering coming from the hallway. It actually made you giggle—albeit tiredly.
Also laughing, Jordan nuzzled at your shoulder. "Jesus," he whispered breathlessly into the crook of your neck, obviously in need of some oxygen as well. "I t'ink I died d'ere f'r a minute, a rúnsearc."
You nodded sleepily and yawned, "m' too."
His lips pressed beneath your ear, and his voice was soft when he spoke, "Hang on. Be right back."
There was the sensation of him leaving the bed, and your heart broke just a little. Soon, he would leave your bed for good. And while you had hated him for such a long time, you didn't anymore. You realized you had feelings for him the whole time, and you'd screwed up by acting like such a shrew to him.
He came back, but you pretended to be asleep. You weren't far from it anyway. You weren't in the mood to deal with any awkward "after-sex" talk. He shifted one of your legs aside, and you felt a warm, wet washcloth begin cleaning you up. Your heart clenched and then tears began spilling from your closed eyes. You tried to will them to stop, but then your body jerked with a sob, and there was no hiding your crying then.
"Sorry, honey," he whispered with that sexy rumble in his voice. "D' I hurt ya?"
"Not the way you think," you whispered, finally opening your eyes and daring a look at his face.
He looked confused. "How'd I hurt ya d'en?"
You shook your head, and sat up, tugging the sheet up around you to cover your nakedness. "It's nothing. It's... It's my problem, not yours."
"If I hurt ya somehow..." his forehead creased in his struggle to understand. You found it adorable and had to fight off more tears. "D'en... It IS partly my problem. Tell me what's wrong."
You sighed, knowing he wouldn't let this go. "I... This..." you started, gesturing to yourself and him. You struggled for the right words.
"Ya regret it?"
His sad-voiced question sent your gaze shooting up to his. Okay, now I am confused, you thought. Why does he look sad?
You nodded slightly. "But, only because I know you do. Or you will." Another tear spilled down your cheek. "What we did... I'm sure it didn't mean much of anything to you, but-"
"It meant the world to me, love."
His interruption took a moment to register with you. "Wait. What?"
"It meant more t' me d'an ye'll ever know, lass," he said, scooting closer to you on the bed. "I... I'm sorry for bein' d'a asshole d'at I was. I didn't like d'a fact I wanted ya so bad. D'at I had real feelin's f'r ya. I always wanted t' focus on my career, and d'en I met you, and... soon it turned into a lot more d'an just wantin' ya."
Your heart leaped then. "S-so... This... You don't want it to just be a one time thing? You want to sleep with me again," you asked nervously.
He smiled. Then chuckled and shook his head as if he was baffled. "And again. And again. And again, and again. But I actually want a lot more d'an d'at from ya, love." He paused and stared into your eyes with all sincerity. "I want your whole heart." He reached over and tilted your chin up, placed a soft kiss to your mouth. "And in exchange, I'll give ya mine. Ya had it from d'a start anyway."
Shocked and breathing hard, you stared at him a moment. Wide-eyed, you nodded. "You've had mine from the start too, Jordan Devlin."
A relieved smile broke out across his face, and he tackled you back against the pillows. His mouth captured yours and his tongue drove into your mouth, renewing your passion all over again.
"Want t' give our audience an encore d'ey wont soon f'rget?"
You giggled and tugged him on top of you as his mouth claimed yours once again.
THE END
Translations:
"Cat fiáin" ~ "Wildcat"
"A rúnsearc" ~ "Secret Love; beloved"