This story is so ridiculous it's not funny. I have come up with another random bout of drivel in my head and.. whelp... here it comes! This is AU, but will kind of stick to the current story line in ways. The character are pretty much OOC, because really, what do I know about the real Colby, Joseph, or Jonathan other than what is put on their TV characters. Yes, my character is pretty much the definition of Mary-Sue. If that bothers you, find another damn story! =D
A/N: Short chapter... But ROUGH SMUT! And maybe a little revelation. =]
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Calwitch- You pose some very interesting ideas! I'm going to really think ahead because of that. Thank you!
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Jjade (Guest)- I would love to see Colby go nuts protecting someone he loves! He seems to kind and funny in his real life. To see hi go primal would be great!
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My eyes slowly opened as I felt a body crawl into the bed behind me.
"You requested me cupcake?" Jon murmured.
Forcing myself further awake, I rolled over and gave him a small smile as I took in his shirtless, wet appearance. He apparently had showered before coming in here and I took a moment to lean against his chest, enjoying his familiar spicy scent.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently, "'Besides the obvious fuck head."
I had to chuckle. He was funny even when he was serious.
"Nothing really," I finally answered as I pulled back.
He went to question me but I slid my hand into his sandy brown hair, enjoying the cool wet strands between my fingers before I pulled him into a kiss. He seemed surprised at first but quickly responded, his hand going to my hip and pulling me closer. Tongues and lips battling turned to a biting contest as I nibbled on his bottom lip and was in turn bitten on the tongue.
"I have a request," I murmured as I pulled back.
This was probably one of the stupidest things I had ever thought of, but I had never really seen him before he was this wonderful guy and I was intrigued by the stories I had heard of 'Moxley'.
"What babe?" he rasped as he leaned to my jaw, nipping the spot right under my ear.
A small squeak left my lips and I momentarily forgot what I was going to ask.
"Samara," he murmured.
He looked concerned as he pulled back but I gave him a smile to show I was okay.
"Joe told me a bit about your past during the indy years, please don't be upset, but my point is that I remember hearing rumors of how... erm... rough you were back then," I whispered.
At that point my cheeks had to be on fire and I couldn't look him in the face. He grabbed my chin, tipping my head up, and our eyes locked.
"What about it?" he asked roughly.
It was as if he was afraid that I was going to reject him for knowing that bit of information. That look he had made me push forward.
"Are- Do you still have that persona? Like, is it still a part of you or-"
"You are requesting that I rough you up Mox style?" he asked, looking at me in disbelief.
"You have to remember, I'm into the submissive life style and I love danger and- I saw one match on Youtube and you were so different. Not that I don't love you as you are now, but it was strange, in a good way! I just- It's stupid," I murmured, "Just forget I said anything."
"Uh-uh babe, you brought it up, tell me as clearly as you can what you want," he pressed, tipping my face back up to his.
Taking a steadying breath I grabbed his hand and brought it to my cheek, making him tap me softly.
"I want to be treated like a cheap whore, and like I have no control, like you're out of control and everything is spur of the moment based on how it feels," I said bravely, "I remember one video you even licked someone then threw her down. I like that kind of..." I paused because I couldn't think of a fitting word.
"Lunacy," he said with a small smirk.
I nodded and stared up at him from under my lashes.
"What do you think?" I asked softly.
"I think you're in for something you could never understand," he whispered.
Suddenly my hair was yanked back harshly and I whimpered as the pain and pleasure flooded my scalp.
"Shut up," he said with a sneer.
My heart raced and I let out a soft gasp as he licked up my neck quickly before taking a huge bite of my shoulder.
"Ah!" I cried.
Instinctively I wanted to pull away but he bit harder, holding the back of my head to keep me still. It actually really hurt but at the same time I was getting wetter by the second.
"God you smell good for a fucking whore," he hissed as he ran his nose along my collar bone, "Too bad you're leaving as soon as I get mine babe, you're actually pretty hot."
"Jo-"
"It's Mox bitch, get it right," he snapped as he gripped my face, squishing my cheeks with his finger and thumb, "You'd do best to remember that to scream it later."
His eyes were a darker shade of blue than I had ever seen and there was no trace of my Jon anywhere, not even the unstable Dean Ambrose. This was a totally different, almost scary side of Jon and I loved it.
"You think you can make me scream Mox?" I asked mockingly, slipping into a more confident, cocky role rather than my usual submissive self.
It was almost comical to see his surprise but he grinned wickedly before clutching my throat.
"Don't get so cocky babe," he warned, "You're no match for me no matter what you do."
Rapidly it became harder to breathe and he seemed to pay no mind as he kissed down my chest and yanked my shirt up. He released my throat to pull the shirt off and I sat up as he jerked me up to pull my bra off.
"Aw yeah babe, I might have to keep you around a bit if you look this fucking great everywhere," he rasped before shoving me onto my back.
It was strange, having no say or will to fight back with him, but I wanted this. Not only for the obviously sexual arousal, but so I could see Jon in every light and also so he would understand I was not afraid of his past. He derailed my thoughts as he bit hard on my nipple.
"Ah shit!" I gasped, arching into his mouth.
Painful tingles of bliss shocked through my breasts as he pinched the other one hard between his thumb and finger, slowly pulling back.
"Don't complain bitch, you asked for this," he snapped as he lifted up.
I was surprised as I saw little droplets of blood around my nipple, even more surprised when he licked them up with a moan.
"This is your last chance babe, take it or leave it," he mumbled huskily into my ear.
Turning my head slightly I kissed him hard, plunging my tongue into his mouth.
"Fuck me Moxley," I nearly begged.
Any worry or empathy he had left the door and he sat up on his knees, shoving mine apart. Roughly my shorts and underwear were pulled off, leaving me completely exposed to him.
"Whoo hoo, you know, I don't eat pussy but you kind of make me want to," he said with a dirty smirk before shoving two fingers in my warmth.
A gasp sounded in the quiet room as I lifted my hips to his hand. The burning from being stretched so quickly thudded in my core and I wanted him more than ever.
"Fuck yeah, you're tight bitch, those other guys not fuck you right or something?" he asked with a cruel laugh, "Small dick fuckers."
Without warning he removed his fingers and slammed his cock hard into me.
"Oh fuck!" we both groaned.
Fingers gripped the bed sheets as he ruthlessly pounded between my legs. My knees were pushed up onto the bed and he leaned closer, his expression a mixture of passion and control. His grip loosened on my ankles as one hand came to grab my throat and the other went between us, almost painfully rubbing my clit.
"You wanna cum bitch?" he rasped.
"Yes," I managed to croak out.
Everything became overwhelming as he unmercifully slammed his cock into me, filling every inch with bruising bliss.
"Shit babe, fucking tight. You better cum soon because once I'm done you're out of here, no second chances," he demanded.
With his consent given, I arched into his touch and let sensations overcome me.
"Fucking cum Samara," he yelled, cutting my air flow off completely.
As if shocked into it, my orgasm shattered through me. White exploded over my eyes as I desperately tried to make a noise through my crushed wind pipe, hands coming up to scratch at him. He let out a low growl and hissed as I felt wetness beneath my nails.
"Fuck yes!" he snarled.
His thrusts became reckless and fast as he panted hard. Everything was starting to go black at the lack of oxygen and I felt embarrassed as I struggled like a fish on land to breathe.
"Gonna fucking cum in your pussy bitch, you want that huh? Whore wants all of my cum?" he teased in a belittling tone.
His hand eased up on my throat and I felt relief as I sucked in sweet air, clearing the haze from my vision.
"Ooh my god Mox!" I screamed as he bit into my neck.
"Fucking beautiful bitch, FUCK!"
His hips slammed roughly and he shuddered as I felt his cum explode inside me, shocking another small climax. He nearly collapsed on me but rested on his elbows as he touched his body to mine. His mouth unlatched from my shoulder and he nuzzled his face into my neck. Sensing his unrest I wrapped my arms around him, stroking his hair.
"Ah!"
His tongue licked up my neck and stopped at my ear.
"I love you Samara," he whispered, "So fucking much. No one will ever hurt you again, unless, you know, you want us to hurt you."
That made me bust up laughing and through my laughs I managed to say, "God I love you Jon."
His body relaxed and he rolled off, grinning.
"You mean it?" he asked gently.
I snuggled closer to him and rubbed my nose against his; it was one of my most favorite forms of affection. As our eyes and lips met, I smiled into the kiss.
"Yes Jon, I mean it. I know it's only been about five months of being with you all but, I love each one of you," I said as our lips parted.
"'But you love me the most right?" he teased.
"I love every inch of you Jon Moxley, Dean Ambrose, or Jon Good," I joked, teasingly poking his chest, "Who couldn't love you?"
"Good," he said, "Now relax, get some sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow."
Cuddling into his chest, I let out a satisfied noise. These men were too perfect.