#wardlow fluff

As you went through the steps of cleaning it thoroughly your breath quickened. The wire interior was strong. The ribbed, silicone exterior was, indeed, purple. You’d seen the reviews when you looked up the item in the “recently ordered” tab. Some of them said it wasn’t strong enough to hold someone open on its own. You bent the V-shaped wire like the picture, giving the wire two short prongs to stay outside your body. They would hold back your labia, putting your whole pussy on display. You squeezed your thighs together. In your hand, it felt plenty strong to hold you open.

The toy, a labia spreader, was supposed to help him stuff you. Not that he ever needed help in that department. Your mind swirled with the possibilities. How was he going to use it on you?

Maybe you should clean it for him. So it would be ready to go when he gave it to you.

You glanced at your phone. Wardlow wouldn’t be home for a while.

You could test it out and clean it quick. He’d never know.

There were other things to worry about. Like the ripped open silver package, and the little plastic sleeve that couldn’t be reclosed. But you weren’t thinking about all that.

You were unsure how long (deep?) it needed it to be. Bringing out another one of the toys Wardlow liked to use on you (a vibrating dildo with a base that was designed to sit flat against you once the length was inserted), you used it to “measure” the bend.

Laying back on the bed, you were plenty wet for the toy. The anticipation had been more than enough. You dragged the bend, the ridges, and every inch of the toy through your slick before trying to insert the toy. It took a few tries. The wire wasn’t wide; you hadn’t bent it too wide for your first try. It took short pumps, and a few twists to get it settled. The prongs took some positioning to hold you open.

You immediately loved the sensation.

Panic set in as you heard the garage door open.

Wardlow was home early.

There was no time to clean the toy, certainly. Maybe it would be easier to just keep the toy in and hide the packaging? But as you stood, you realized how difficult it would be to walk.

“Baby, you home?”

You fumbled to tug on some of Wardlow’s sweatpants. In the back of your head, you wondered what wearing this toy with jeans or leggings would feel like. Probably delightful torture.

“I’m home. I’ll be… be there in a second.” Groaning and cursing your curious nature, you hurried to the kitchen.

Wardlow hugged you close, oblivious to your plight. “Surprise.” He kissed your forehead. “My trainer wanted to leave early to finish up some of his Christmas shopping.”

“Tis the season,” you managed.

He frowned. “You feelin’ okay?”

“Mhmm. I was, um, just finished vacuuming the back room. It had been a minute. Now we can… um. Now you should be able to move in those bookcases before your parents come to visit.”

He snapped, remembering the honey-do-list. “Right. I’ll do that first thing tomorrow.”

“Good to know.”

It felt like you were leaking down your leg. You hurried to make yourself a glass of water.

“Baby? You seem… kinda breathless.”

You nodded, sipping instead of chugging the water like you wanted to. “Must have worked too quick. And I left the heat on a little high. Oops. Did you want something to drink?”

Wardlow’s brows scrunched as he watched you fluster around the kitchen. “No. I’m good.” He leaned against the counter. By his elbow was the opened package.

You did your best to look everywhere but at the ripped plastic. You turned towards the living room, hoping to draw him away from the evidence. You missed him looking right at it, and then at you.

“Why are you walking around like that?”

“Like what?” You froze, trying not to hump the air.

“With your legs open like that. And that arch.” Wardlow bullied into your space until you were backed into the wall. His voice took on a teasing lilt. “Did you break into your Christmas present early?”

Each passing second made you want to squeeze your legs together, but the toy wouldn’t let you. “No. Of course not. You haven’t broken into any of yours, have you?”

He shook his head. His hands massaged down your arms to your hips. Giving them a squeeze, he tilted his head, trying to look you in the eye. He pressed his cheek to yours, kissing behind your ear. “Your cheeks are kinda warm. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Mhmm.” You gasped as he kicked your feet a little wider. “I was… was, was thinking about baking some cookies. Would you like a sweet treat?”

It was a poor choice of words. You knew you had been caught since the minute he came home. But he took one last lingering gaze up and down your body before reaching for your heat, sliding past the waistband of his borrowed sweatpants. His fingers ran up over your slick, catching your clit sudden enough to topple you forward into his chest.

“I would like a sweet treat.” Nuzzling your face to tilt it back and forth, he chuckled at your glassy look and continued to play with your clit. He batted your hands away from gripping his shirt. “Though, it seems to me, you wanted to be naughty instead of nice today.” Wardlow grinned down at you and licked his fingers into his mouth. You whined, imaging what his tongue would feel like with you spread out like this. “Still trying to hold onto your innocence? I thought I fucked that out of you a long time ago.”

“I’m sorry,” you babbled. “I got the email that it was coming in the mail and tried to forget about it, honest. But then it showed up today, and you were out, and-“

“Shhh.”

Reaching again for your slick, Wardlow pressed a kiss to your forehead. You whimpered.

“Do you like it?”

“Mhmm.” You eagerly shook your head, openly panting now.

“The reviews said you could use it to hold someone open for trying out bigger things. Let’s have a look.”

He lifted you, making you mewl as the elevation to his hips pressed the folded edges deeper into your spread labia. He sat you on the kitchen table and laid you back. You were suddenly thankful that you’d broken into your present before decorating there, or it would all be on the floor right now. You were also thankful for the thick kitchen curtains. He tugged his sweatpants off your body, whistling when he saw the mess that you were. An obscene squelching paired with your walls trying to clamp down on the toy.

“Hmm. Not as open as I thought you’d be.” He tossed one of your legs over his shoulder. As you pleaded with him and tried to push him away, Wardlow slowly eased the toy out of you. “Aw, Baby. I know I’ve stretched you more than this.” He held the toy up so you could see it. It was covered with your slick. And it kind of looked like it had closed a bit since you put it in. He noted your curious face. “I’ve always said that pussy of yours was strong. Poor little bendy toy couldn’t compete, could it?”

He held it in his palm. You watched the calculations spinning in his head as your hips bucked. With your leg still on his shoulder and his body in the way of bringing your other leg closed, you were even more open than before. He placed his thumbs on either side of the toy, as if preparing to break it like a wishbone. Gently, he widened the toy until it was a bit closer to the width of his girth.

“Much better.”

You cried out as he began to ease it back into your body. The short, quick pumps he used, along with an occasional twist, made your lungs tight. It was so much wider than you had managed the first time. When the bent bits finally pressed against you, Wardlow’s eyes drank up the way your tummy kept contracting, and how you leaked around the toy. He used his thumb to nestle the ends up and under your rolls.

He suddenly yanked you to your feet.

Whimpering, you scrambled to hang onto him before you fell over.

You couldn’t close your legs. They trembled, probably making you look like a baby deer. Wardlow’s hand on the small of your back furthered the curve of your spine. He kneeled behind you.

“Damn. I would take a picture, but,” he looked off towards the living room. He must have left all his stuff in there. “I don’t think I should let you go. You might topple over.” He guided you to bend across the kitchen table. He continued to make observations, mostly to himself instead of you. He pressed in two of his fingers between the prongs. “That’s wild. You’re so wet. Does it hurt at all?”

It took everything within you to focus on forming words instead of the shivering of your thighs. “No. Not in a way to worry ab- about.”

“Good.”

He dragged his fingers over your clit, surely more visible with the toy spreading you open. Held open as you were, there was plenty of room for two of his fingers to easily slide into your channel. He made delighted sounds as your walls tried to clamp down on him, but was held back by the toy. His observations continued to himself.

“So that’s what you look like when I’ve got you filled. Fun to know.” He suddenly flattened his tongue over you, making you claw at the tabletop. He chuckled against your mound. “You’re soaked. Just the way I like you.”

Your breath kept coming out in short bursts. If you tried to take a deeper one, the air caught in the top of your lungs, frozen in place by the sensation of Wardow’s fingers dragging and curling against every place he knew made your limbs like jello. With the toy in, he didn’t have to hold you open. This pleased him too. It left his hands free to squeeze and massage your sweet-zones. You began to whine.

He shushed you, flattening his tongue against you again before suckling on your clit. “I’ve got you. Come on. Show me how you can cum for me.”

His focus shifted to only your clit. The plea for his cock died on your lips. Your vision was fuzzy around the edges. Laid out over the table, your toes barely had enough purchase on the ground to hold your position. And definitely not enough to help you rock into his touch. It left you nowhere to go as your coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter. You trembled with release. The toy was there to contract on, but the wires were so thin it felt like you were clamping down on nothing. Faintly, you registered Wardlow’s pleased hum behind you. He continued to flick at your clit, making your body twitch.

“So that’s what it looks like when you cum on my cock.” He titled his head to kiss your hip. “Such a pretty sight.” He gave the prongs a tug. The toy didn’t budge.

You whimpered against the table.

“Still…” he grabbed your ass, spreading you further, “I still don’t think it’s enough. Maybe if I wanted you to wear it all day to keep you open and ready for me. Hmm. But it’s not easy for you to walk around in. ‘Specially when it’s this wide,” he laughed. “It’s not really something I can quickly take out of you. And it’s not like I’m going to be able to fit in there with it. Oh, well. It was worth a shot.”

Before you could mumble a defense, he began to work it out of you. The ridges of the toy pulled at your walls, catching your nerves and nearly making you arch off the table. Wardlow couldn’t resist rubbing the bend of it over your clit once he had it into the open. He wiped it on your thigh. Gently, he guided you to roll over to your back, resting your knees on his hips.

“There, see? This is how wide you really need to use it.” He held it in front of your face, just close enough to make your eyes cross. He chuckled. “Oh. Nothing left in that pretty head of yours, is there?”

You reached for him. “Need you. Please.”

He smiled. “Maybe a little bit of something left. Not gonna complain.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead. His hands smoothed up your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. “You still need more? Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you can’t even think the word ‘please’ here in a minute.”

You don’t know where the toy ended up. You couldn’t care less. Wardlow lifted you up, making sure your head was resting on his shoulder. It made him laugh when your hips rolled towards him. He carried you to the bedroom to discover for himself how much the toy had stretched you out… and to reintroduce to you how much he could stretch you.

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Masterlist

Other Wardlow Fics:

 A Not-So-Subtle Start (S)

All the Better (S)

Cold Hands, Warm Heart (F, S)

Other Holiday Fics:

Warm Me Up (AR, S, Virgin Reader x Elias)

Plus One (F, TransMale!Reader x WWE!Buddy Murphy)

Eight Miracles With You (S, Hanukkah fic, Reader x MJF)

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Midnight Vibrations (New Years, S, Reader x Dick Grayson)

The Kissing Thief (S, Reader x Dick Grayson)

A Party for Two (S, Holiday Party, Wife!Reader x Bruce Wayne)

Maybe One Day (Complete Series, S, Red Hood x Nurse!OC)

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Bound and Blinded Together (S,A,F, Christmas Light Bondage, Reader x Castiel)

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Tumbling Together (S, Ice Skating, Reader x Tim McGee [NCIS])

For Funzies:

"It will be my pleasure, baby." You wanted to kiss him once more, but even as you stood on your toes, you were still not tall enough to reach up to his face, so you gently pulled him down to your height and passionately kissed your man.

Damn, you were gonna be the death of him, he knew it. He could get lost in your embrace.

When you started dating, this feeling made him very uneasy. He had never felt so vulnerable around anyone before. It took him some time to adjust to the new situation, but once he did, he wouldn't have it any other way. He loved that he could be who he truly was around you and not be afraid of feeling not good enough or weak. You loved him with all your heart, with all his flaws. And he loved you the same way.

Your lips were still connected when you heard someone making pig noises behind you. Wardlow immediately broke away from you and glared in his direction. "Get lost, Spears." He growled at his former stable-mate. Just as he wanted to get between you and Shawn, MJF approached him from the other side. "Awww, how adorable. You even brought your little piglet to witness your demise." The taunt in his voice made you sick to your stomach. Wardlow turned to him, fury radiating off his body. "You better keep her out of this, unless you want your name engraved on a tombstone."

Maxwell just laughed at him, and the next thing Wardlow heard was you yelling at him to watch out. Spears had tried to hit him with a chair, but thanks to you, he turned back again just in time. With one swift movement, he had caught the chair mid-air and again growled at Spears, who just stood there bewildered. The chairman tried to get control over his weapon of choice again, but your boyfriend wouldn't let go of it either. They went back and forth pulling at the chair until Spears finally got a hold of it after a specifically rough pull.

The next thing you knew was that your face collided with his elbow which sent you flying backwards against the concrete wall as you hit your head pretty bad. Your vision went blurry, but you could still hear the utter shock in your boyfriend's voice. "Princess! Oh no, no, no..." He kneeled down next to you and held your face in his hands, caressing your already swollen cheek. "Are you okay? Look at me, can you see right? Are you dizzy?" A lot of mixed emotions could be recognized in his trembling voice, panic being the most prominent.

"Y-yeah, but it's getting better. My eye hurts really bad though." You answered truthfully and put your palm over your eye. "That was one solid elbow." You tried to joke but Wardlow wasn't in the mood for a laugh. When he turned around to face the men that had caused your pain, he realized they had made an escape. Good for them, because he would have broken their backs.

You could feel his blood boiling, and put your hand on his upper arm. Your touch immediately relaxed him, at least a little, and he turned back to you. "Come on, let's get you checked by medical. Can you get up? I'd carry you, princess but these damn handcuffs..." You smiled at him as he helped you get up from the cold floor as best as he could. Once you were standing, you hooked your arm around his and let him guide you to the medical rooms. You wouldn't admit it to him, but this time, it wasn't just a loving gesture, no, you actually needed his support.

When the doctor checked on you, Wardlow wouldn't leave your side, always holding your hand. The diagnose hit him like a brick to his face: a light concussion, and a black eye with pretty bad bruising. As soon as the doctor left to get you an ice pack, you turned to your boyfriend and squeezed his hand softly. His anger was gone and replaced by something new: guilt.

"Baby, it's not your fault. It's not even Spears' fault. It was a stupid accident. Wrong time, wrong place. But I am fine." When he just stared at the floor, you caressed his cheek before moving your hand to his chin to make him look at you.

"I am fine, baby." You repeated before softly pressing your lips on his. He sighed into the kiss. When you pulled apart, you whispered to him. "The only downside of this is that you have to go easy on me tonight, love."

It can't be that hard, you thought.

Just tell him about the feelings and see what happens? A rejection is better than never taking a chance. Is it? IS IT?

Wardlow leaned down and waved his ridiculously large hand in front of your face as he noticed that you had zoned out. It happened more often lately, especially in his presence.

Stupid feelings.

„Are you okay? Did I hurt you, or anything?“ He murmured rather concerned and you tensed up, thinking that he meant your emotional level.

It took another second until you realized that he was talking about the in ring work, since you were practicing together. A rush of relief, but also disappointment, made your muscles relax and you sighed.

„I'm good, just a little… eh! It's Valentine's day and I'm here to work on my wrestling skills. That's kind of sad, don't you think?“ You quietly explained and he raised an eyebrow as he always did.

STUPID FEELINGS!

A smirk appeared on Wardlows face and he walked a few steps back in the ring, spreading his arms.

„Imagine I'm Valentine. Kick my ass, if you can!“ He barked out a short and very teasing laugh. If that wasn't the most adorable offer to get all the frustration out!

You caught him off guard as you sprinted towards and jumped on him, causing the both of you to fall down with you landing on top of his broad frame.

„Got you, Mr. Valentine Mayhem!“ You giggled, but then your face got serious while you were looking at him.

„Wardlow, I-"

His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you down, cutting you off before you could finish the sentence. The moment when your mouths connected felt like a million sparkles inside your body, and his lips were so damn soft.

In the silence of the gym he whispered.

He’s got his own drawer in your dresser for his clothes. Your apartment complex has a small gym, but there’s a Gold’s down the road too. And you told him about the park that’s ten minutes away where he can go for a run or add pictures of wildlife to his social media.

When you came home that night, it didn’t look like he had moved from the couch. The notebook and pen were out as his eyes are glued to your living room TV. But, as you set down your stuff, you noted that his hair was slightly wet, and he had changed his clothes.

“Did you enjoy your run?”

Wardlow grinned. “I did, Sherlock.” He muted the TV and leaned back in a big stretch. He pinched his thumb and forefinger on either side of his eyes before glancing at your stove’s clock. “You’re home early.”

“Mhmm.” You walked over, leaning over him to press a long, relaxing kiss onto his lips. Wardlow hummed up into your push, smoothing a hand over your thigh in an attempt to pull you onto his lap. “Nuh-uh.” You stepped away with a groan. “Want to get out of my office clothes.”

His grin deepened. “You can do that right here.”

“Not with the blinds open I won’t.”

In the time it took him to glance over at your windows letting in too much sunlight to be decent, you hurried to your bedroom to change your clothes. The short day-dress/sundress you changed into had been the plan long before you invited him over. You swore you were only gone for a minute. But when you came back, he was already deeply enthralled in the next play. You sagged against the hallway wall.

At least he’s put the notebook down. And closed the blinds. His thighs had man-spread over an impressive area on the seat cushion. He had one arm tossed over the low back of the couch, while his other hand worried his beard as he listened to the commentators analyzing the team.

You needed to keep him from worrying his beard so much. If you were honest with yourself, you needed to keep him from worrying about a lot of things.

An idea popped into your head. Your mind latched onto that old social media trend that had fizzled out before you even met your War Dog.

Tilting your head to make sure he was still focused on the screen, you snagged a pillow from the armchair. You plopped it between his open thighs and knelt.

Wardlow’s gaze immediately shifted to your smug face. His wide eyes took in your hands pulling back your hair into a ponytail (or as best of what you could manage with your current hair length) and his thighs spread further. A surprised, bemused smile spread across his face. As your hands smoothed up and down his thighs, he settled back into the couch.

Suddenly, you turned and sat down, snagging his hands to rest them on your shoulders. “Can you massage my neck for me, darling? I think I turned it weird at work today.”

You bit your lip to cover up the giggle that threatened to respond to his irritated growl.

“Of course.”

Wardlow’s massage was a little rough at first. But as the sports channel switched to another highlight reel, his hands actually began to knead your neck and shoulders. Your spaghetti straps fell off your shoulders as he spread his large hands wide over your skin.

The first moan that fell from your lips gave him pause.

“You doin’ alright down there?”

“Mhmm. Keep watching your show, but don’t stop, please. Your hands feel so good.”

His continuing massage was hesitant. Like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to focus on the play-by-play or on massaging you into making more of those sounds. You weren’t very vocal in bed, choosing instead to listen to him and to speak with your hands running all over him.

You hummed high and delighted at his touch.

While he gently squeezed the back of your neck with one hand, he turned the TV down with the other. Smoothly, he removed your hair tie. His touch slid up your hairline until his whole hand was buried in your hair. With the warmth from his hand, and the way he was lightly squeezing it over your scalp, you couldn’t help but let your mouth hang open with a sigh. Wardlow’s body stiffened as your eyes closed.

“I know what you’re doing,” he mumbled.

“Good.”

“Thin walls. Not like the ones I’ve got back at the house.”

“Why do you think I came home early?”

Turning in his grip, you returned to your earlier kneeling position. Wardlow was there with ready lips and a moan of his own. He titled your face up with a light grip on your chin. Your hands returned to resting on his thighs.

Just as you reached for the waistline of his sweatpants, Wardlow’s eyes flicked up towards the screen. His eyes brightened as some part of a play pleased him. You sat back on your heels.

“You know, you seem pretty focused on the game. Maybe we should do this later.”

Wardlow caught your forearms before you could leave. “No! I – we can do this now.” It took a hesitating moment longer than you would have liked, but he eventually turned off the TV. He kissed over your pout.

His hands continued to hold you close as you leaned up into his chest from your position on the floor. Wardlow knew he would have been lying if he said having you on your knees didn’t do it for him. But he wanted you beneath him in another way.

You resisted his attempts to drag you to your feet. With your teeth, you barely nipped at his throat, making him gasp and laugh. Again, your hands drifted to the waistband of his sweats.

He was oblivious. His hands couldn’t get enough of your bare shoulders. His lips needed to kiss every inch of your skin from one side of your neck to the other. Meanwhile, your own reach snuck beneath his sweats and maneuvered to your goal.

Wardlow let out a strangled moan as your hand gently gripped the base of his cock. Your slow, deliberate strokes finished bringing him to a full, thick mast. His hips flinched, silently begging for more.

Above you, Wardlow’s body sagged towards you. His mouth rested open against your temple. He fought to catch his breath. “How—how long have you been planning this?” When you weren’t forthcoming, he cracked open his eyes to catch the smug, mischievous gleam in your gaze. “I never stood a chance did I?”

“Nope.”

His eyes widened further as you guided him to lay back. With you still on your knees, you were in the perfect position to give him a show as you began to tease the tip of his cock with your tongue. He settled into the cushions, occasionally tossing his head back as you caught a sensitive place, then forcing his head back up so he could watch.

You knew what you looked like. Especially as you swallowed him down for the first few times. With the way he was *built*, taking him into your throat was a bit of a struggle. But he never seemed to care if you couldn’t take him all the way.

He couldn’t make up his mind what part of you he wanted to watch more. Your mouth kept drawing his gaze as you took turns wrapping your lips around his length and then smiling as you stroked your hands around him and catching your breath. But when you were stroking him… damn. The angle of his view placed his cock in line with your cleavage. Maybe if he asked nicely, you would let him cum on your chest so he could enjoy that view instead. Then you swallowed him down again and his mind went blank.

He was close. Too close, and too soon.

Running his fingers up and into your hair again, Wardlow held your hair back so he could see your face. But when his hand was wide and warm against your skull, he used the leverage of your hair to pull you away.

“You doin’ okay, baby?” you crooned. His glare made you smile. His grip tightened on your hair when you tried to descend your lips onto his cock again. With a pout, you sat back. “What?”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Too much, too soon. Wanna feel you around me.”

You managed to lick up his length before he pulled you away again. “I thought that’s what I was doing.”

With his control still deep in your hair, he managed to drag you to your feet. His free arm wrapped around your waist. You thought he was headed to your bedroom, but he surprised you with bending you over the back of the couch. You caught the sight of your reflection in the tv of him looming behind you. It sent a thrillish zing up your spine.

“How long have you been planning this,” you teased. But your tease ran out as he leaned in close over you.

He shook his head. “We christened your bed the last time I was here. And I believe I promised to have you against every surface given half a chance.” With a pleased hum, he flipped up the skirt of your dress. The sight almost made him choke. You weren’t wearing a stitch under the fabric. He gripped both globes of your ass and gave them a squeeze. “Gonna have you right here.”

You squeaked as he titled you forward, making you brace yourself on the seat cushions as he raised your hips up closer to his face.

More than anything he wanted to eat you out until you were a messy puddle. But the throbbing of his cock could not be ignored for much longer. He settled for a cheeky open-mouthed bite of your ass, then settled you into place. Just having your thighs around his length made his vision blurry. Easing into your sex threatened to white-out his sight entirely.

It was a good thing your couch sat on a rug. Or your floors would have been scratched to hell with the way his thrusts threatened to scrape the furniture across the floor.

Your vision was spotty at best. Every so often you’d catch your reflection again, and it would make you gasp every time.

His grip on your hips was impossible to ignore and to escape. With your position over the back of the couch, your toes barely touched the floor for more than a second. Your nails scratched into the cushions.

And you were loud. Yes, there was the obvious sound of him filling you, making you gush more and more with each thrust. But the angle of it all made little moans and pleased yelps pour from your lips. Then he dragged your thigh to rest on the back of the couch, opening you up further. The cry that escaped you was like nothing you’d ever managed.

“So was that all I had to do, hmm?” Wardlow chuckled.  “Just tilt you at the right angle and make those pretty sounds pour right out of you. What will the neighbors think?”  

“Don’t fucking care. Please, don’t stop.” You reached your hand back for his hip as if you could pull him into you any deeper.  

You needn’t have bothered. Wardlow was in no mood to make you wait nor to let you work towards your release alone.

By the time his thrusts reached a thunderous speed, you were delirious and your arms hung loosely off the front of the couch.

Then he wrapped his arm under your waist, lifting you up. His fingers brushed first through your slick. Then they barely brushed over your clit. He groaned as your walls spasmed around his length. Wardlow held still as your body shivered and quaked.

Hazily, you caught sight of yourself in the tv.

Wardlow caught sight of you too. The dark screen wasn’t a good enough reflection to show you his full expression, but you could see the way he suddenly grinned.

He toyed with your clit again, making your walls shiver with over stimulation.

Dragging you back, he positioned you so your feet were on sturdy ground and your head was resting on your arms on the back of your couch. His cock never left you. So when he began to thrust again, your body rocked obscenely.

You cried out. The new angle meant he could spear into you deeper than you thought possible. Small gaps and whimpers passed your lips. But he kept going. Surely he was ready to burst soon?

“I—I thought---”

“What?” Wardlow chuckled behind you. He slowed his thrusts to a stop, then pulled out so he could lazily run his cock over your slick. “Don’t worry. I’ll fill you up soon. Been waiting all day to feel you around me. Don’t want to waste it.”

His hand slid warm and solid over your collarbones. On its way past, his thumb stroked gently at the curve of your neck. All the while, he continued to roll his hips, sliding his length over your slick again and again. It blinded you to the way his other arm scooped under your hips.

He suddenly kicked your legs closed, trapping his length between your thighs. You mewled as his rhythm picked up again. His cock-head caught your clit enough to make your whines come out broken and needy.

It was a good thing that his arms were under your hips and shoulders. Your grip faltered on the couch and you would have fallen otherwise.

Wardlow breathed steadily as he felt the way your body trembled beneath him. He controlled the pace. It brought him no small joy that the mess between your thighs was plenty to enjoy. If he could think straight later, he would definitely eat you out in this same position until you were dripping again. But for now, your hands were desperately clawing at the couch and tugging at his grip. Your voice was breathy and pleading. You begged for him to fill you like he promised. How could he deny you?

Tilting you back in his grip, he kissed the back of your neck.

Then he tossed your thigh back to its place on the back of the couch and filled you in a breath.

You mangled a cry and fought to fill your lungs with air as he filled and refilled you with his cock.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open. Which was a shame. Because the bounce of your body on his cock from behind was a sight he wanted to memorize. But with his eyes closed, he could hone in all the pretty new sounds you were giving him. He moved faster, chasing the end that you had teased him with earlier.

“Are you ready, baby?” His grip on your hip tightened as your walls fluttered. “Takin’ me so good. Letting me have you this way. Never gonna be able to walk into this room without thinking about today.”

Was he talking about his own memory or yours?

It didn’t matter. Because he twisted his hips to catch that place within you that made you see stars. You shivered and moaned high and airy, and again as he thrust hard and stilled within you.

Wardlow did his best to keep his hands from bruising you as every muscle in his body flexed with his release. He calmed himself down with a few more thrusts. Each drag of his length sent a zing up his spine. And each pass made your body rock forward.

He shed his shirt so he could use it to clean up most of the mess between your thighs. Tossing it to one side, he promised to drop it in the wash later. He tucked himself away. Then, begrudgingly, he flipped your skirt down over his favorite sight.

Taking you into his arms, he grinned to see your blissed-out face. Your eyes kept fluttering. Did they flutter that way when you fluttered around him? He would have to look for it next time.

He gently laid you out on the couch, then spread over you to rest his head on your chest.

“So how was your day?”

You breathed a laugh. “Are you serious?”

“Mhmm.” He grinned. His lips pursed in that way they did when he was about to sass. “So? Did what’s-his-face cause any problems today?”

Rolling your eyes, you did your best to say that your coworker did not make your day difficult. But all you could focus on was how Wardlow had slotted his body between your thighs so he didn’t crush you. It made you feel open. And you were hyper-aware of the way your sex was still thrumming. You complained under your breath about your ability to think in full sentences after what he did to you.

It just made him laugh.

If he kept stroking his thumb across the swell of your breasts like that, he was going to either guide you to sleep, or inspire another flame of need.

Wardlow stroked the valley between your breasts with his nose. Another round or a nap, he didn’t mind. He would do whatever it took to make your mind as blank and worry free as you had made his.

***

Master List

Wardlow Masterlist 

Other Wrestling "Stuck At Home" Fics:

Another Good Morning (S, F) - EC3 x Reader

 Vigorous Victorious Submissive Samson (S, F) - Elias/Elijah x Reader

Just a Movie (F, S) - Finn Balor x Reader

Two More (S, Summer Song-Fic Playlist) - Kenny Omega x Reader

“Ah!” Wardlow’s eyes went wide as your hands slid around his waist under his shirt. “You’re frozen. How long were you out there?”

“About ten minutes. The jerk hit me with a snowball. And then I brought in the bags and-“

He frowned. “He what? Wait. No. You – you were supposed to wait for me. I was going to help.”

You pressed your nose to his bicep, giggling as he huffed and squirmed away from it. “And by help you mean… grab all the heavy bags before I can get to them and bring them in yourself.” As he looked sheepishly away, you hummed. “I thought so. No. You’re the wrestler. You can’t get sick.”

“Neither can you.” He removed your hands from his waist, holding them in his large hands. “Where would I be without my valet?”

“Probably still working for Adam Cole.”

He nodded. “And that was going so well for me.” He tried to drop your hands, turning away from you. But you wrapped your arms around him from behind, returning your cold touch to his bare stomach. “Woman! Easy, geeze.” You giggled, splaying your hands wide across his abs as they flexed. He playfully glared down at you. “I thought you were also from Ohio?”

“So? As if being from the Midwest gives me super-heating powers?” You whimpered as he removed your touch. “Please?” You snuggled into his chest, making him wrap his arms around you. “You’re so warm.”

With a sigh, he gave you what you wanted. With your hands pressed over his pecs (but over the fabric) and his arms around you, the cold slowly seeped away from your body. You hummed and did your best to maneuver closer, if that was possible. He began to sway.

“We have a show to do,” you said.

“Mhmm.”

“We should really get going.”

“Mhmm.”

You tilted your head back to look at him. “Are you gonna give me an answer more than grunting?”

“Nuh-nnn.” Just as he was kissing the top of your head, JD Vance walked by. Wardlow’s grip tightened.

Vance smirked. “Aren’t you two cute. Weren’t you just telling me how he could take the heat, Y/N? What does that say about you if you can’t take the cold?” He raised his hands in surrender as Wardlow growled. “Down boy. Easy. Just an observation.” He tried to step closer but Wardlow flexed suddenly, making him take a step back. “Let me know if he doesn’t warm you up well enough, Y/N. I’m a helpful kind of guy.” He smiled, waiting for Wardlow to make an angry retort. But his smile fell as the retort didn’t come. “What? Nothing to say, War Dog?”

Your client shook his head. “Not worth the breath. I’ve worked with guys a lot more irritating than you. I’ll let my fists do the talking in the ring.” He arched an eyebrow. “Unless you’d like to surrender now?”

With a snarl, Vance stomped away.

Wardlow chuckled. “Don’t think I could have moved even if I wanted to. I think your icicle hands have frozen to my shirt.”

“No they haven’t.” You lifted them off his chest to look at your palms. Blowing across your fingertips, you didn’t see Wardlow’s plotting gaze. He had you up in the air and over his shoulder before you could screech. “Hey! Where are we going?”

“To catering. Gotta get my girl some hot chocolate.”

***

The match went great. Of course, Wardlow won. There hadn’t been an inch of doubt except for right at the end. Vance’s allies swarmed out of the audience while he had the referee distracted. But Wardlow was used to watching his own back. He easily dispatched one, and nodded at you once you tripped up the other. Thwarted, Vance senselessly ran at Wardlow’s back. The blows he landed there did nothing but irritate the War Dog. The match ended a few seconds later.

There would be problems with Vance and his allies in the future for sure. But that was what long car rides were for: talking through every angle and opportunity to watch out for surprises. You were still talking through all the details when you two made it to your hotel room.

“If he tries to goad us into a handicap match with his buddies, I think we can accept. Tonight proves it. Between the two of us I think-”

“How high do you want me to turn up the heat?”

“I think we can watch your back. Huh?” You started to change into your pjs. “Oh. Not to high.” Tugging your shirt over your head, you frowned to hear the little beep continue as Wardlow upped the thermostat. “Hey. Not too high!”

Wardlow shrugged. “Why not? You’re still cold from earlier.”

“But you’ll melt.”

“I’m not a snowman.”

“No.” You stepped into his space and lightly poked his chest. “But you’re a large, muscled man who runs hot.”

“So?” He caught your hands before you could let them fly as you talk. His eyes glinted. And he kissed at the pulse point on your wrists.

You squinted at him. “What are you doing?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Mhmm.” Your breath hitched as his large, warm hands began to smooth up and down your arms. As much as you enjoyed the massage, you were still wary. You were hyper aware of your lack of a shirt, giving him a broad view of your bra and decolletage. And you were hyper aware of his gaze watching your chest rise and fall as your breath stuttered. “You are planning something, Mr. Wardlow, and that’s supposed to be my job.”

After returning you to your position from earlier that afternoon (your hands on his chest with his arms around your waist), he nuzzled his nose against your forehead. “That’s your job in the arena. We’re not in an arena.” He didn’t kiss you yet. But his lips repeated the path across your forehead. “Any objections so far?”

“No,” you whispered. “But you should be getting ready for bed.”

He chuckled. “What do you think I’m doing?”

“I mean you should be getting ready to sleep.”

“I’ll get there.” He finally pressed a kiss to the edge of your hairline. Tightening his grip around your waist, you arched into his chest. “But I’ve still got a bit of energy left over from the match. Think you can help me out, Ms. Valet?”

You smiled into his chest. How many times had he used that as an excuse? How many times had you fallen for it? Tilting back your head, you accepted his drifting kisses down your cheek and under your jaw. “I suppose. If it’s really what you need.”

“Mhmm.”

“You’re still grunting.”

“Mhmm.” Wardlow wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips so he could carry you towards the bed. “Words are your thing. I’m the one who lets his hands do the talking.”

You liked the sound of that. Especially when he began to “talk” by gently dropping you onto the bed and running his hands up and down your thighs. He kneaded your flesh, further relaxing you into the sheets. Your eyes closed under his touch. And you hummed as his kisses traveled from your lips to under your jaw, back up again, and then down to the valley of your breasts. Blissfully distracted by his lips, you forgot about his hands until he had you bare before him. He kissed your eyelids open. It was unfair how you were unclothed while he was still in his sweats. Though you did appreciate that he had lost his shirt at some point. You shivered under his heated gaze and let your own gaze drift over the strong curves of his shoulders and chest. “I need to let you do the talking more often.”

Wardlow grinned. “I’ll remember that.” His thumbs spun little circles into the meat of your hips. For being such a large guy, his stillness was usually calming. At the same time, with the way his eyes kept flicking back and forth over his favorite features of you, you also felt like a meal. As his tongue wet his bottom lip, you squirmed. His head tilted to one side. “What?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. Just… you stopped… talking.” Reaching for him, you managed to catch his hand and place it on your breast. “What’s going on in your head?”

“Honestly,” he followed your lead and squeezed your breast, making you gasp, “I’m not sure. Can’t seem to pin anything down. I’ve got too many ideas of what I want to do to you.”

Snagging his other hand, you brought it to your other breast. “Then don’t think.”

The room was warm. In another circumstance, it would have been stifling, even for you. But then Wardlow loomed over you. He laved his tongue over your nipples, and then blew cool air over them. You shivered, keening for him to do it again. Smirking, he did as you asked, though after tugging on the peaks with his teeth. He hissed against your skin as your nails raked down his back. His hard length was still trapped in his sweats. Wardlow ground it into the heated need between your thighs, groaning as you desperately rolled your hips to meet him.

“Michael, please-”

He shushed you with a deep kiss. Deep in his chest, he rumbled a groan. Between the vibrations from him, his kiss, and his hand still kneading your breast, you were overwhelmed. So when his fingers curled through your slick, you whined into his mouth. He was pressed too close for you to escape. The same hands that had kept you warm all evening were strong and calloused from years of training for the ring. He knew exactly how to use them to curl and scissor your sex till you were breathless. And how to flick across that spot deep inside you that made you cry out his name. It wasn’t long before your thighs were shaking. You whimpered as he added another thick finger to his ministrations. He chuckled as your eyes rolled.

“Getting close, Baby?” He ran his free hand up your thigh. “You’re all sweaty. Maybe I should turn the heat down.”

You scrambled to grab the waistband of his sweats. “Don’t stop.”

Still, he pulled away. You leaned up on your elbows to protest, but stopped when he was back again in a second. With his sweats gone, his length pressed hot and hard against the apex of your thighs. Wardlow filled your mouth with a kiss. His fingers returned to their work. Your vision began to fade at the edges. He stopped again.

“Breathe.”

You shuddered a breath. And another. Slowly, he guided his length into your sex. He fell forward, bracing his arm over your shoulder. His own eyes were closed as he focused on maintaining his control. When he was fully within you, Wardlow nuzzled a kiss under your jaw. You returned a kiss in kind while your walls fluttered around him.

“Move,” you breathed.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he gave you what you wanted. Those first few slow, exploratory thrusts were your favorite. The way his breath hitched against your skin always made your heart jump. It was like he was trying not to lose control in those first moments. Control managed, he could finally give and take what he wanted. Hands fisting the sheets, his eyes closed as he began to thrust harder. Your body rocked with the collision. Every curve and soft place on you bounced with it. Once he picked up speed, Wardlow liked to open his eyes to watch your body move and react to his actions. His sea-green eyes could never get enough of watching you.

He hissed as your hands dug into his lower back. And he had to repress a laugh. Your fingertips weren’t cold now. He hummed as such against the curve of your neck.

You couldn’t form a reply.

The slow drag and sudden fill of him had severed the connection from your tongue to your brain. All you could manage were small sounds, sudden gasps, and the occasional whimper of his name. Your vision was quickly growing fuzzy at the edges. And with it, your sex slicked and contracted around his cock. Your whole body was desperate for release. Your hips hurried to meet his thrusts. Breathless, blind, and soaring, you begged Wardlow for more.

“Let go. I’ve got you. Let go.”

His arms collapsed, pressing his body further into yours. With a shout muffled by his shoulder, your body seized. Wardlow froze. He groaned, shivering with the sensation of you cumming on his cock. Just when you thought you’d caught your breath, he rolled his hips. You jolted. He waited until your shivering abated before beginning again. You keened as he built his way back up to a thunderous pace. Close and panting with the effort, he ran his thumb through your wetness and spread it up to your clit. Your walls once again fluttered around him. Wardlow roared into the sheets over your shoulder. With a hurried series of thrusts, he filled you. Crushed as you were underneath him, you did your best to meet his last lunges.

Satisfied, Wardlow rolled onto his back, taking you with him. You ended up on his chest with a squeak. He grinned as you trembled with the shift of his length in your sex.

“Warm now?”

You glared at him. “Finally relaxed after your match?”

His reply was to sit up, keeping you in his lap. Distracting you with a kiss, he slid his hands behind and under your thighs. When he stood, he kept you on his cock despite your protest. “Can’t make a mess. Well, not another one.” He kissed under your jaw.

Under the hot running water in the shower, he took his time cleaning you up and easing you down from your high. He toweled you both dry, careful of your sensitivity and tutting over the little half-moons your nails had left on his skin. He only lightly teased your drowsiness. Your pjs stayed in your suitcase. Instead, Wardlow tucked you into the sheets before sliding into bed behind you, skin to warm skin.

The last thing you remembered before dropping off into sleep was his lips pressing gentle kisses onto your spine. The next morning, you awoke to the same.

***

Masterlist

Other Wardlow Fics:

Do You Remember When (A, S)

A Stranger in My Head (S, Horror)

S = Smut A = Angst F = Fluff AR = Answered Request

Do You Remember When (A, S)

A Not-So-Subtle Start (S)

A Stranger in My Head (S, Horror)

All the Better (S)

Cold Hands, Warm Heart (F, S)

Screams of Terror and Pleasure  (Ghostface October 2025, S)

Naughty Consequences (S, Christmas Fic) 

Sometimes You Don’t Get to Say Goodbye (Angst, Family Loss)

Dismissed (S)

He frowned at you, looking at the remote.

You nuzzled your noses together, whispering over his lips, “push. The. Button.”

He did, and the vibration of your new not-so-subtle toy pulsed faster than before. You melted into his lap, passing the vibration from your pants to his. Wardlow groaned. His hands gripped your waist to hold you in place as his hips desperately rolled. His mouth, open and panting against your cheek, was the perfect target for your deep kiss.

“You- you had this in you. All mor- morning?”

“Mhmm.” You jolted as he pushed the button again, selecting another vibration. “Been on edge all morning for you.” Warmth was spreading through your body. You pressed against him, getting as close as fabric would allow. He met your kisses and probing hands breath for breath, and grip for grip. Your hips moved on their own, making his pelvis jump and stutter whenever they encountered the vibrations. Any minute now, you would start bouncing.

Wardlow pushed the button again, setting it on a fast, short pulse as he stood and wrapped your legs around his waist. The position pushed the front of the toy harder into your sex. You moaned, your head lolling onto his shoulder. He kept moving through the settings as he took you to your bedroom. Just as he circled back around to the first low setting, he laid you on the bed.

His eyes were bright as he watched your writhing slow while you caught your breath. He pinned you to the bed with his body, gripping your wrists in one of his hands far above your head. With the other, he held up the remote. You whimpered as he strategically moved from one pattern to another. Each time that your breathing would even, every time that you acclimated your body to one pattern, he would move on. When he circled around to the beginning again, you thought that would be it.

But it wasn’t.

Your shorts and underwear were removed, revealing the toy. Wardlow was impressed with how it was built to be discrete, completely sheathed in you while a ridge reached up to also stimulate your clit. He pressed his body close to yours, close enough for his clothed crotch to press against the toy, and to increase the pressure of the toy into your channel. Then, he started the pulse circle again. Feeling everything you did. But you’d already had a round. And you were desperate for any other kind of stimulation.

“Please, baby-“

“Hmm?” He started to rock, like he would if it was him inside you instead of a toy.

“Need- umph. I need you. Please.”

He started shifting through the pulses faster. “But you’ve got me right here, dear.” Smirking, he kissed your open, panting mouth. With a start, you realized how quickly and easily you had lost control of the surprise. “Tell me what you need.”

“Take- take it out. I want- I need you. Please.” You cried out as he landed on a particularly fast and intense pulse. You started to shiver all over.

His head tilted as he watched you. “Why would I do that? Isn’t this what you wanted? The both of us… using this toy together?” He chuckled, lifting your shirt so he could palm your chest. You arched into his hand, held back by the continuous grip on your wrists. “You act as if I didn’t know you’ve had this thing for days before you decided to share.”

The final shock of how much control you lacked hit like a brick.

“But-“

“I saw the box come in. Heard you practicing while I watched the games this weekend. Even watched you once”

The thought of Wardlow watching you through the crack of your bedroom door, while he palmed his swelling cock, sent your body into a new wave of spasms.

He leaned close to nuzzle under your jaw, pressing his crotch into the toy and pressing the toy into you, “how were the orgasms?”

You shook your head. “I- I could- Baby, please. I couldn’t have any.” You managed to breath clarity into your vision enough to see his shock. “It’s not you, darling. I need you. Please. Take it out. Fill me. Like only you can.”

Releasing your hands, Wardlow leaned back. You immediately began kneading your breasts. The toy kept buzzing. Kept working to keep you on edge as he removed his shorts, revealing his weeping cock. Pulsing, the toy kept you dripping as Wardlow took his time removing it, pushing and pulling to really make your hips roll.

When it finally popped loose, you whined with relief. Looking up, the toy was comically small in his hand. Then his eyes met yours. You almost came at the hunger you saw there. Placing the toy to one side, he started stroking his length. You parted your legs wider. Then, to your dismay, he kneeled.

“No, Wardlow, please-“

His tongue gently lapped up the mess leaking out of your hole. With the way that his thumb flicked at your clit, and how deep his fingers started to work, you worried he might drown down there. Your pleas and whines did nothing but make him speed up his ministrations. Your thighs tensed under his grip. Heat and arousal filled you, simmering into a full-body shake that left you as spent as the orgasm that sparked through you.

Pouting, you glared at your love. Wardlow wiped his mouth with a grin. Resting his hands on your stomach, he rested his chin on top to look back at you.

“Satisfied?”

You shook your head, reaching for him. “Need you.”

“But you had me. You had my tongue,” he licked up your slit, making you shiver, “my fingers. And the orgasm you weren’t able to achieve for days. What else could you want?” He moved to loom over you.

Desperately, you reached up to pull him down to your lips. “I need your cock. Please. Fill me-“

“That’s all you had to say, baby.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. Then he lined himself up with your needy sex. Both of you groaned as he filled you slowly. Despite your desperate arching to have him deeper in you sooner, Wardlow moved slow and gentle around your sensitivity. “Take it slow, baby. Let me take care of you. We’ve got the whole day.”

But when he was finally as deep as possible, you clamped your walls around him. He gasped, clawing at the sheets. The slow build that he probably had planned went out the window. Instead, you smiled as he worked up quickly to a punishing pace. Teasing you had already been a trial on his patience. You knew exactly what to do to remind him you weren’t made of glass. Crying out his name, you gave up trying to match his thrusts. He growled as your nails trailed down his back.

His thrusts came harder and faster as he chased release. You shuddered with one. But he kept going, not slowing. You whimpered. Wardlow pulled out, giving you a breather as he shifted your positions. Soon, you were on your knees and he was behind you. He picked up the same pace, nearly driving you down to the mattress except for his arm around your stomach. In front of you was your dresser. The mirror shook with how he was pounding. Or maybe it was you shaking. Either way, he looked and sounded wild, and you looked fucked within an inch of your life.

The arm around your stomach adjusted. From there, Wardlow could then circle shaking fingers around your clit. You hoarsely called out his name, pleasure overtaking you and blinding you. Above, Wardlow stuttered as your walls clamped down and he filled you. He barely had enough forethought to land to one side instead of crushing you underneath. Not that you would have cared. You were too happy to notice anything else but the glow.

A warm washcloth cleaned you up. A cool glass of water was held to your mouth. And you welcomed sinking into the disheveled sheets.

Then Wardlow’s fingers started to circle your nipples.

“What? I warned you we had all day.”

_______

Masterlist

 Other Domestic Smut Fics:

Adam Cole:  A Bunch of New Things  (F, S)

Baron Corbin:  Preparing for the Future (A, S, F, Breeding Kink)

Dolph Ziggler: Quite the Show (S)

Elias:  Vigorous Victorious Submissive Samson (S, F)

Kenny Omega: A Cumedy of Errors (Crack!Fic, S, F)

Roman Reigns: Such a Tease (S)

Sheamus: Getting Lucky (S, St. Patrick’s Day)