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Paddy Pimblett x Reader

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A/N I couldn't keep myself from doing some aftercare after all that.. hope you like it :))

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With your body limp against him, trembling but utterly spent, and he pressed kiss after kiss to your hair, murmuring soft praises until your breath evened out. He was still buried inside you, holding you close like he didn’t want to let go.

But then he shifted, brushing his nose against your cheek.

“C’mon, sweetheart. We gotta get you sorted, yeah? Need to clean you up. And you need a wee trip to the loo before we tuck in.”

You whimpered faintly, too boneless to move, and he chuckled, kissing your shoulder. “I know, baby. Don’t you worry, I’ve got you.”

Carefully, he slid out of you, making you both whine at the sudden sensation. He kisses your shoulder and nuzzles it.

He slid his arms under you, and lifted you easily, carrying you bridal style into the bathroom. The cool air on your damp skin made you shiver, and he pressed his lips to your hair. “Almost there, pie.”

He set you gently on the toilet, standing in front of you, brushing hair from your damp forehead, you lean your head against his hip tiredly while he runs his fingers through your hair.

Once you were done, he picked you up again making you giggle. “You did so good for me, love." He looks into your eyes adoringly. "Took every inch like a fuckin' champ. My perfect sweetheart.”

He carried you back to bed kissing your face all over making you giggle more. Once there, he settled you under the covers, climbing in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chest flush to your back.

“Better?” he murmured against your ear.

You nodded, melting into his warmth. “Mmhm. Thank you, baby,” you mumble.

He smiled into your hair, squeezing you tight. “Always, love. Always gonna look after my girl.” He kissed the back of your head, one hand rubbing lazy circles on your stomach.

“Now rest. I’ll get us some water in a bit. Right now, I just wanna hold you sweetheart.”

"Okay baby." You sighed contentedly.

Paddy Pimblett x Reader

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A/N I'm gunna start posting more... Said the writer who was not gunna fuckin write more. Idk I'm sure gunna try. I wanna start writing for my fav character next like I can't believe Paddy the Baddie is what got me to write fanfic finally. I've literally been reading fanfics for OVER a decade n a half bro anyway,,, without further ado,,,, probably my last Paddy fanfic lol PROBABLY

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He leaned in and kissed you again until your head spun, his body settling over yours, the press of his cock thick and hot against your thigh. He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, brushing your hair from your face.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked softly, voice coarse from restraint. “Wanna feel me inside you?” He leaned in, nipping at your jaw, sinking his teeth in softly and dragging down your neck, finally biting your trap muscle.

You squirmed and gave a breathless nod, and that was all he needed. He guided himself slowly, playing with your wetness, letting you both hear it. He smiled into your neck, teasing your entrance with the head of his dick, pulling needy whimpers from you, making you buck your hips, and finally pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you full around him. He leaned up, pressing his forehead to yours, hot breath fanning across your face, his hand gripping yours tight and pinning your wrist next to your head as if to anchor you both.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned low, barely moving, savoring the way you clenched around him. “You’re perfect, love. Absolutely perfect. Made for me. My fuckin’ girl,” he almost growled.

At first, he kept it slow—long, deliberate thrusts that had you gasping into his mouth. He kissed you through it, stretching you and getting your pussy acclimated to his girth, letting you feel every drag of his curved dick deep inside.

But soon the pace shifted. His rhythm sped up, hips snapping harder into yours, the gentleness curling into hunger. He caught your knees, pushing them higher, folding you open until your thighs framed your chest.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he rasped, holding you in a mating press, his cock hitting deeper, harder, every stroke making your vision blur. “Take me all the way. Let me ruin you proper. Gimme that fuckin’ pussy, baby. Yeah, how’s my cock feel, pie? Tell me.” He grinned down at you.

The new angle had you crying out, nails clawing at his thighs as he pounded into that perfect spot again and again, each thrust harder, less restrained. His praise tangled with groans, sweat dripping down his temple as he drove you closer and closer.

When your cries turned into broken whimpers, he growled low in his throat, pulling out only to flip you over onto your knees. His hand smoothed down your spine, steadying you, before guiding himself back inside in one hard, deep stroke.

“Good girl,” he groaned, gripping your hips tight as he buried himself to the hilt. “Take my fat fuckin’ cock, sweetheart. Let me stretch that little muff out.”

The rhythm picked up fast, his hips slamming into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room as your body gave way under the intensity. You cried out, leaning down into the pillow to muffle your moans, face down, ass up, clinging to the pillow, your cunt clamping down on him, ready to cum. He let out a feral groan. “God, I can't believe you're all fuckin’ mine. I love this pussy—it’s fuckin’ perfect, love.” He smacked your ass hard, making you cry out, and that had you fully unraveling.

His thrusts grew harsher, more insistent, fucking you ruthlessly through your orgasm. Every stroke knocked the air from your lungs, left you moaning brokenly into the pillow.

“Tha’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned behind you, sweat-slick chest pressing to your back for a moment before he pulled away. “You’re takin’ me so good—tight little cunt made just for me. Fuck, you just soaked my dick, precious.” He almost croaked out.

Then his grip shifted. One hand planted hard at the small of your back, pushing you down with a grunt, he hiked his leg up, putting his foot up by your head, his body curling over you and grabbing the headboard with one hand as he drove in at a devastating angle.

The new depth made you cry out, the sound muffled into the sheets. He fucked into you hard, unrelenting, each thrust grinding into that sweet spot until your brain turned to static.

“God, listen to you,” he panted, voice sharp with lust. “Makin’ those pretty little noises for me. You can’t even think, can ya? Just a mess on my cock.”

Your answer was a strangled moan, saliva wetting your lips as your thighs shook, pussy clenching helplessly around him. He slapped your ass again hard, hips snapping harder.

“Droolin’ on the pillow like my dumb little lover,” he rasped, rutting into you with obscene force. “That’s my good girl. That’s what I wanted—wanted ta fuck you stupid. Ta ruin you so bad you’ll only ever think of me.”

Each thrust dragged you closer, pleasure blinding, until you shattered around him, your orgasm hitting so hard it left you wailing into the pillow. He didn’t stop—he fucked you through it, relentless, drawing out every twitch, every scream, until you were nothing but a trembling, incoherent babbling mess of moans and "oh my God!" under him.

He leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulder even as his hips still worked slow, deep, wringing the last bits of sensation from your overstimulated body as you whimpered, keening from the orgasm that had just tore through you.

Your body sagged into the sheets, boneless, but Paddy didn’t leave you empty. He eased the angle, pulling out most of the way, putting his leg back down, returning to his knees behind you and sliding back into you slowly, just laying on you, panting softly. His chest pressed to your back, arms bracketing you as if to hold you together.

“Fuck, baby, you take me like a champ,” he murmured into your hair, kissing your temple while he started to rock into you. “You’re perfect, sweetheart. You’ve done so good for me. Takin’ me so well. My gorgeous little slut.” He moaned into your shoulder, getting worked up. “Say it, say you're my little slut,” he ground out.

You whimpered as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging your arms to your body, cradling you as you squirmed a little. You buried your face into the pillow in response and he just chuckled, rubbing his scruff on your shoulder making you shiver. “Awww, love, can't talk, can ya? Did I fuck my precious little love stupid?” He reached up with one hand under you to grab your jaw, turning your head to the side, trying to get you to look at him. “Tell me, love.” He kissed your cheek. “Awk aye, ye dinnae can speak at all now, can you?” You just huffed out a sigh in response, unable to speak, and he smiled, nuzzling you lovingly, kissing along your face.

The brutal pace had melted into something languid, almost tender—his hips rolling slow, deep, keeping you full without overwhelming you. Each thrust was matched with a kiss along your shoulder, your neck, soft little praises whispered against your skin, little “I love yous” and breathy moans.

It was grounding, intimate, a quiet stretch of sweetness that let you breathe again, let your body remember it was being cherished even as it trembled at his talent. You squirmed underneath him, panting softly.

You panted out, “Fuck, you feel so good… so good, baby. It’s so fuckin’ big. Fuck, I love it.”

He licked up your upper spine, making you shiver from the sensation, a guttural moan falling from your lips. “Ohhh, fuuuck…”

The tension began to coil again—his rhythm quickening, his breathing harsher as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, love, I’m so close,” he groaned, almost pathetically, so fuckin’ pussy-drunk. The other hand, not cradling your jaw, slid down to circle your clit with perfect precision. “Wanna feel you come with me. Wanna hear you fall apart one more time. Need to make my beautiful girl cum 'round my fuckin’ cock again. Think you can do that, sweetheart? My precious little love. Fuck, you look so beautiful, baby. So perfect.”

You looked back at him out of the corner of your eye, bashfully, a blush creeping up your face as a little smile made its way to your lips.

The change in his thrusts was immediate—no longer lazy, but sharp, urgent, desperate. He pulled you up onto your knees, pressing his chest to your back so every stroke hit deep, his hand working you with devastating skill. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet I can feel you dripping down my balls. Ugh, fuck.” He bit your shoulder, sinking his teeth in a little just to drive you crazy, your thighs shaking in response. His hand on your jaw moved down to your neck, not choking you, just gripping you, holding you close as he rammed his cock into you, almost bouncing you on him in this position. You grabbed onto his arms for support, holding him tightly.

Your cries rose fast, the overstimulation burning into a whole new wave of pleasure. He held you tight, wet forehead pressing into you as he buried his face in your hair breathing in your scent, voice wrecked with need.

“Come with me, sweetheart. Fuck, I can't take it with your wee muff squeezing the shit out of me. God, you're so tight. Fuck!” he moaned passionately.

The words broke you. Your climax tore through you just as his hips stuttered, his groan deep and guttural as he spilled inside you. You moaned loudly, feeling the flood of heat inside you. Both of you shaking, clinging to each other as the pleasure crashed again and again, fingers finding each other and lacing together.

When it finally ebbed, he collapsed with you into the mattress, pulling you both onto your sides, wrapping himself around you, still kissing your skin as though he couldn’t bear to stop, tightening his hold on you and pumping into you a few more times, pushing his cum deep inside you.

“Fuuuuck, sweetheart, how am I supposed to pull out of you? God, you're fuckin’ mine. Made for me. The perfect fuckin’ fit,” he sighed, holding you close. You sighed happily, unable to speak again as his dick nudged your cervix less and less, softening inside you.

Paddy Pimblett x Reader

A part 2 to:

Part 1 Throat Goat Training

A/N Haha I read part 1 again bc I make ts for me first and foremost and realized I kinda left it open ended and decided to finally finish it and write more.. I hope you like it too :))) lol do not be shy in the comments, feedback is awesome

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He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, carrying you carefully as though you weighed nothing. The mattress dipped when he lowered you down, his touch lingering—palms sliding slowly from under your thighs to cradle your hips. He pressed a kiss to your temple before straightening, hands gliding up to cup your jaw and neck, gaze roaming over you like he was memorizing every detail.

“How are your knees, love?” he asked, voice low and warm. His hand slipped from your neck down to your bicep, fingers tracing your arm like he couldn’t stop himself, brushing goosebumps into your skin.

“All good, baby,” you smiled up at him, admiring his beautiful face.

He smiled just as ardently. “I’ll take care of everything, love. Just relax for me, yeah?”

He sank onto the bed beside you, leaning down to kiss your cheek, then your jaw, then the soft corner of your mouth. Each one unhurried, reverent. His thumb stroked your knuckles before lacing your fingers with his, both of you smiling in tandem as your eyes met.

When his lips finally caught yours, it was slow—testing, coaxing. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, like he’d never let you go, always his to have and cherish. His hand traced your stomach, pressing just enough to let you feel him.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured against your mouth, his breath warm, and you looked up at him, already buzzed from the kissing. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

The question hummed between kisses, and when his palm skimmed just beneath the hem of your shirt, heat stirred low in your stomach. Still gentle, still soft, but steady—the first spark catching flame. You sighed, reaching for his shoulders, pulling him closer.

His other hand lingered under your shirt, thumb brushing lazy circles against your skin until the teasing touch made your back arch. He smiled into the kiss, catching the little sound you let slip, and deepened it—tongue stroking yours, savoring the way you melted.

“Tha’s it,” he praised softly, voice roughening just a shade. “Good girl… God, I love the taste of you.”

With patient care, he tugged your shirt upward, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull it over your head. His eyes swept over you like he’d been starving, though his hands stayed reverent, tracing along your sides, up to cup your ribs.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, mostly to himself, and the word wasn’t casual—it was adoring, almost awed. “You are so perfect. Can never get enough of you.”

His mouth found your collarbone, then lower, each kiss sinking deeper, wetter, the line of his jaw and the stubble scraping deliciously as he sucked marks into your skin.

You felt the shift when his weight came over you, hips pressing lightly against yours, heat unmistakable even through your shorts. The gentleness was still there, but threaded through it now was need, steady and building, winding tight around you both.

“Gonna take my time with you,” he promised against your skin, lips at the swell of your breast. “Gonna turn my pretty girl into a fuckin’ mess.” He smiled and nipped at the underside of your breast as he made his way down.

His mouth trailed lower, never quite where you wanted it. The edge of your breast, the dip of your sternum, the soft plane of your stomach—he kissed and nipped and lingered, every touch sparking impatience through you.

You squirmed beneath him, a whine slipping out before you could catch it. His chuckle rumbled low against your skin, and he soothed you with a broad palm pressed warm to your hip.

“Easy, love,” he coaxed, lips brushing just above your waistband. “Don’t rush me. I want to savor every bit of you.”

He hooked a finger into the band of your shorts, tugging just enough to expose more skin. His teeth grazed the newly bared strip, tongue following to soothe the sting.

“God, listen to you,” he murmured, hearing the breath hitch in your throat. “So sensitive.” The hand holding yours slipped down to spread wide across your thigh, kneading gently, keeping you open without force. “Look at you…” he crooned, meeting your eyes briefly before dropping his gaze to the neat patch of hair at your mound. “So needy already.”

At last, he tugged your bottoms down and off, leaving you bare beneath him. He didn’t dive between your thigh, he stopped at the very top, kissing just above your clit, hot breath ghosting where you ached most. Your whole body jolted.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he whispered, eyes flicking up to catch yours, dark and amused.

You sighed, frustrated, cheeks heating.

“I’ll get there… but first, I want to hear you ask me for it, pretty thing.”

You break out into a full blush, covering your face with your hands, smiling despite yourself. He chuckled at your bashfulness, dazzling smile hidden from you.

“Baby, you’re an unbelievable tease,” you groaned, muffled behind your palms. He pressed your knees apart with gentle hands, hunger plain in his gaze.

“Aww, fuck, look at this, sweetheart…” his voice dropped, thick with yearning. “Already so wet for me. Been waiting for this, haven’t you? Couldn’t keep your fingers off it while I fucked your pretty mouth, huh?”

Before you could answer, his mouth was on you—slow, deliberate, tongue dragging through your folds with agonizing precision. He groaned low in his throat like he’d been starving, the sound vibrating against you. A needy whimper tore from you as you threaded your fingers through his soft hair, propping yourself up just enough to watch his pretty face disappear between your thighs.

The first strokes were teasing, every inch of his tongue drawn out. Then he grew demanding—flattening, flicking, pressing deep, coaxing you open. Pulling gasps from your throat with ruthless precision. His own need bled through in every sound he made against you.

“That’s it, love,” he lauded between licks, lips glistening as he spoke. “Don’t you hold back for me. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Your hips bucked, desperate, but he pinned you easily with one arm, his big hand splayed over your opposite hip, holding you steady with casual strength. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking slow, tongue circling until your moans broke into cries, your head falling back against the pillow.

“Fuck,” he rasped against you, breath hot, relentless. The pleasure mounted and mounted, each wave higher than the last until it was too much—your body clenching around the intensity. Still, he didn’t let up, driving you past control, insatiable.

“Baby! Oh my God!” you cried out needily. “Fuck, please don’t stop.”

His tongue worked you until your thighs trembled, until you were clutching his hair. Then, as if reading the exact moment you were about to unravel, he slid a thick finger inside—slow at first, stretching, knuckle brushing as he curled it deep.

The moan tore out of you, hips jerking against his face.

“Yeah, there it is,” he praised, working a second finger into your slick heat, voice muffled against your cunt. “So tight around me. You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? Me fillin' you up while I taste you?”

You pulled his cocky mouth back down in response, and he obliged—pace quickening, tongue swirling over your clit in perfect rhythm with the steady thrust of his fingers. He angled them just right, dragging over that tender spot until you could hardly breathe.

The pressure came sharp, overwhelming. You gasped his name, and he groaned in response, the vibration ripping through you.

It shattered you. Your climax tore through with brutal intensity, thighs clamping around his head as he held you steady, fucking you through it with his fingers, tongue unrelenting. Your whole body trembled as you wet his face, squirt dripping down his mouth and chin, undone under the sheer talent of his touch until nothing was left but ragged, broken cries.

When the peak finally ebbed, he eased his fingers out, slow, licking them clean with a dark, satisfied look.

“Fuckin’ delicious,” he murmured, crawling up your body to kiss you, the taste of yourself still lingering on his lips. He held his fingers in front of your mouth, dragging them across your tongue as he kissed them, both of you moaning softly. When he slid them inside your mouth to suck, you obliged, eyes fluttering up at him, dazed and utterly fucked out from your orgasm. He smiled down at you, soft and loving, clearly admiring the work he’d done.

Paddy Pimblett x Reader

A/N I spent sm time not writing bc I thought smut would be way harder to write. Do it. Go out and write the fanfic you wanna read. I'm being so fucking fr, how bad could it be? It's fandom, it's supposed to be fun, and we're on the fandom website. Do it!!! Have fun!!!!!:))))

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“You trust me, yeah?” Paddy asked, voice soft, thumb brushing along your jaw as he guided you down to your knees.

“C’mere, baby,” Paddy murmured.

You smiled already pliant under his touch, eyes wide and eager, you settled between his legs. He reached out, brushing your hair back with a touch that was more adoring than greedy.

“Look so pretty down there,” he said. “My gorgeous girl.” He runs his fingers over your jaw gently grasping it in his hand, you lean into it sighing softly.

He was already hard, deliciously thick through his pants, you nuzzled him through his sweat pants humming, pleased. He looks down at you almost reverently. "You really are all mine." He smiles running a big hand through you hair.

You sit up and smile at him, he pulls his sweat pants down and his dick smacks his stomach. You licked your lips instinctively.

“Open up beauty,” he coaxed, voice soft but commanding. He runs a finger over your bottom lip and your tongue comes out to swipe at it getting a taste. “So eager.” He says biting back a smile.

You leaned in flicking your eyes up at him, he used his other hand to push his dick down towards you. Your mouth watered as you flattened your tongue against the underside of him, licking a slow, wet stripe from base to tip. He hissed through his teeth, the hand on your jaw sinking into your hair.

“Oh love. Fuck, that’s it.” His fingers tighten in your hair slightly.

You wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue, giving him just a little suction getting it all wet, laving your tongue over the head bobbing slightly just taking the head for now. He groaned, hips twitching slightly, but didn’t push he just let you work him, let you take your time.

You stroked the base while you sucked at the head, taking him just a little deeper massaging the sensitive spot below the head with your tongue. His breath hitched. You pulled back with a pop, spit connecting your mouth to the tip.

“You’re already drivin’ me mad,” he muttered. You smiled up at him placidly and moved your hand up to gather some spit and started jerking him off as you dipped your head to lick his balls. Starting with one and licking all around the contours before sucking it into your mouth. You hear him groan above you, he lets both his hands fall at his sides letting go of you letting you do whatever you want to him.

"Fuck darling, oh my God," he sighs out. He looks down at you into your eyes as you peer up at him from behind his dick, your eyes crinkled from a smile. You move to the other ball licking around it and suck both into your mouth moaning softly, your hand strokes him a little faster tightening a little when you get to the head. You swipe your tongue over his balls in your mouth a little more before you suck on them and pull away moaning happily.

“Open that pretty mouth for me,” he said, reaching out and stroking your jaw.

You took him in your mouth licking and bobbing your head down gradually taking him more and more nearing the base, it just slightly going down your throat. You relaxed your muscles as he put both of his hands on your head gently, gasping at the feeling. He didn’t force it, just rocked his hips forward gently, letting you adjust, letting you feel the stretch and weight of him slide further down.

“That’s it. Just breathe through your nose when you can, baby. You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good.” He sounded breathy and unraveled.

He eased back out further, letting you catch your breath just barely hitting the back of your throat, then pressed in again just a bit deeper this time. You gagged slightly, and his hand stroked your cheek.

“There we go,” he whispered. “That’s your body learnin’. You’re okay. So good for me, love. Gunna get rid of that, yeah?” you look up at him wrecked already, adoration in your eyes telling him how much you enjoy this.

He kept the rhythm steady, coaxing you further down with each pass, never rushing, always watching you. Spit slicked your chin and dripped down his balls, your eyes watered, and still, you moaned around him, letting him know you wanted it.

“You’re takin’ me so well,” he murmured. “So fuckin’ obedient. Fuck, baby… look at you.”

By the time your nose was pressed to his pelvis, he was shaking, jaw clenched. He held you there just a second longer, letting you feel the stretch, the surrender- intimate, not disposable.

Then he pulled back slowly, letting you breathe, wiping your eyes with careful fingers.

“Still okay?” he asked.

You nodded, dazed and desperate, whispering, “Want more. Please.”

His groan was guttural. “Fuckin’ filthy sweetheart. Alright, then. Whatever my pretty girl wants.” He gives you a cheeky smile.

He slid back into your mouth with ease this time, and this time, he fucked it. Slow, deep strokes, his hand guiding your rhythm, hips rolling steadily.

“Gonna coat that pretty tongue with it, just like you fuckin' like," he rasped. "Wanna see you taste it. Lick it up like you fuckin’ need it." You moaned at the possessiveness he's displaying, and it pushed him over. His thrusts stuttered, a low growl ripping from his chest as he came, hot and thick filling your mouth until you needed to swallow, wrapping your mouth around the head licking and sucking wanting more, gulping another mouthful down and groaning loving the feeling. You take him into your mouth bobbing your head wanting more. He grips your head gently. "Oh fuck love, oh my God!" 

You swallowed around him, taking as much as you could and gagging slightly, his hand stroking your hair while he moaned louder, overstimulated.

"Baby, baby please," he gasps out. You pull away up to the tip bobbing on it a little before going all the way down to the base, your nose touching the short trimmed hairs of his happy trail. He grabs your hair gathering it up into a messy ponytail and pushing your head down. Your eyes roll back into your head as his hips twitch a little fucking his dick even deeper into your throat, your hands on his thighs gently squeeze him. You pull away all the way up to the tip and go up and down tip to base sucking the life out of him as he holds your head firmly.

"Fuck sweetheart I'm going to cum again if you do that." He pants as you speed up and dig your nails into his thighs a bit. He grabbed your head caressing your jaw, hands cupped under your ears and fucked up into your throat as you look up at him wrecked, almost stupidly. He looks into your eyes as he firmly but sweetly fucks your mouth, speeding up and his balls start smacking your chin. One of your hands snakes down between your legs and you grind on it as he fucks your mouth.

Eventually he pulls you all the way down, gagging a little and squirming, he cums down your throat moaning your name, his hips stuttering a little. He slowly pulled out and cupped your face in both hands, guiding your gaze up to him and helping you lift your head.

“Holy fuck, baby,” he murmured, eyes full of awe. “You’re somethin’ else. My girl. My fuckin girl.”

You smiled, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. He leaned in to kiss you slow, tasting himself on your tongue. He pulls you onto his lap with a shit eating grin on his face. 

"Were you touchin' what's mine love?" You looked at him confused for a moment and your eyes widened.

He stands up holding you bridal style. “Let’s get you comfortable,” he whispered against your temple. “Let's take care of that, sweetheart.”

Paddy Pimblett x Reader

A/N: just needed a little more to Can't Wait myself:)

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There he was, sprawled in the chair like he owned the place, still riding that fight night glow. His hair was damp from the post-fight shower, curls a little messy, and his lips curled in a smug smile.

The interviewer smiled good-naturedly. “You looked fired up tonight. That second-round finish—what lit the fire?”

Paddy smirked, barely holding back the laugh in his throat. “Let’s just say I had… extra motivation waitin’ for me in the locker room.”

A few reporters chuckled. Paddy didn’t blink.

“Y’know, sometimes it’s not about the win. Sometimes it’s about what you get to do after.”

He shot a glance off-camera, like he knew exactly where you were watching.

“Reckon I’ve still got more rounds left in me tonight,” he said, voice dripping with implication.

Paddy Pimblett x Reader

A/N: long time reader, first time writer. Inspired by my muse, my boyfriend ❣️ I joked w him like if you read this, it would basically feel like plagiarism LMAOOOO

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You barely made it two steps into the locker room with him before Paddy grabbed you, spinning you around and pinning you against the nearest wall like he couldn't wait another second.

"You looked so fuckin' good watchin' me fight," he rasped, mouth hot against your ear, his whole body buzzing with leftover adrenaline. His gloves were half-off, hands clumsy but desperate as they found your hips, pulling you flush against him.

"Paddy-" you gasped, but he cut you off with a rough kiss, biting your lip, needily claiming your mouth as his hands wandered up from your hips to your ribs, finally cupping your tits and making you gasp. He snaked his tongue into your mouth, pulling you closer, groaning into the kiss.

He tasted like sweat and blood and victory, and it made you whimper, clutching at his shoulders as he ruts his hips into yours.

"Need you, babe. Right fuckin’ now," he growled, voice low and wrecked. "Can't wait."

You barely managed a nod before he was yanking your shorts down, pushing your underwear aside, fumbling with the waistband of his own gear just enough to free himself. His cock was already hard, flushed, and leaking.

"Hold on to me," he muttered, hoisting you up with easy strength, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

He kissed your temple absentmindedly as you felt the thick head of him push against your entrance, rubbing and playing with the wetness there letting both of you hear it. 

He slowly pushed in to the hilt, a low groan ripping from his throat as your head slumped back against the wall, your eyes rolling back.

"Fuck, babe," he hissed, rocking his hips hard and fast, every thrust making you gasp. "You feel so good... fuckin’ made for me."

You moaned, nails digging into his shoulders, letting him take you like you both needed- rough, hungry, claiming every inch of you.

His forehead pressed to yours, his breath hot and uneven.

"Gonna fuckin’ ruin you," he muttered, fucking up into you with fast, deep strokes that had you clenching around him. "Gonna make you come all over me, yeah? Gonna finish off the rest of the press smellin' like you."

You moaned loudly, burying your face in his neck to muffle it, too wrecked to speak, your whole body burning, wound tight and ready to burst.

"Tell me, baby," he groaned, voice rough in your ear. "Tell me whose pussy this is."

"Yours, baby. All yours," you managed to gasp out legs trembling.

Paddy groaned when he felt you start to tighten around him, slamming into you harder, chasing both of your highs without mercy, perfectly hitting that spot deep inside you.

"C'mon, babe," he ground out. "Cum for me. Wanna feel you."

You did squirming in his arms, almost overstimulated, eyes screwed shut, falling apart around him, gasping his name, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Paddy followed a second later, grinding deep as he came with a rough grunt. He bit your shoulder, spilling inside you, his hips twitching with little aftershocks.

For a moment, you both just stayed there. Bodies locked together, panting against each other before Paddy finally pulled back enough to flash you that cocky, lazy grin you loved so much.

"How'd I do?" he said, voice smug as hell.

You laughed breathlessly, smacking his chest. "You're an animal."