creepin

pairing: christian cage x fem!reader

prompt: #82 person a putting their hand over person b's mouth

genre: smut

warning: degradation, swearing, unprotected sex, filming

word count: 2.3k

author's note: 18+ only please. likes, reblogs, and votes always appreciated!

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well you definitely saw this coming. you've been planning it all day long. you knew it was only a matter of time before your sweet, long, patient boyfriend snapped.

you've been being a tease the moment he woke up. you knew he was busy all week long, had a lot of things to tend to. no one knew that more than you, that's for sure and really, that was the reason why you were doing what you were doing. you can't remember the last time you've spent some quality time together because he really took his outwork everyone motto seriously, it isn't just for show. he was doing everything one could think of doing, thinking of merchandise ideas, plotting out his upcoming feud with billy gunn and the ass boys, helping jurassic express out as well as the other younglings - that's how he referred to them, anyway - who looked to him for advice, and a whole lot more. it wasn't easy.

most of time, you were more than glad to let him do his thing, being a supportive partner and everything, but for some reason, you were just so damn needy today. you were needy yesterday too, but was still able to ignore it, though it wasn't without struggle.

you thought it would be safe once you fell asleep and that was pretty naive of you, because the feeling didn't stop. it was so strong it made it into your subconscious and that resulted in you having the best wet dream of your life. there, it was only you and your boyfriend, no distractions or responsibilities, only what seemed to be hours upon hours of marathon sex and love making between the two of you.

as expected, you woke up with an unbearable ache between your legs which never ceased since yesterday and you know only one man can help you with that. it's not like a teenie tiny quickie would hurt, right?

so you set your plan into action.

when you woke up from your glorious dream, you escaped to the bathroom to compose yourself. you hadn't had a dream like that in years, not since dating christian who fulfilled every single one of your needs, yet here you were.

you splashed some water on your face, then went back to bed. after checking the time, you realized that christian would be waking up soon so you smirked to yourself as you laid on your side, returning to your position as little spoon. but then, you began backing your ass up on his crotch, something you knew always riled him up.

no reaction.

you did it again, a little harder this time.

a groan, and his grip on your hip tightened.

he was somewhat awake now and maybe he thought that you didn't mean to do what he did.

now you pushed your ass on the growing bulge in his grey sweatpants and straight up grinded on him. the feeling of his hardening cock against the plumpness of your butt made wetness pool in your underwear and a moan escape your lips. that was no accident though, you had no intentions of holding back the sounds of your lewd mewls since you always knew how much he loved hearing you -- well most of the time anyway.

he groaned again, deeper and longer this time. "babyyy," he rasped out, his hand was trying to push your hips away. "you know i love taking care of you, but daddy's busy, okay?" he stood up and walked to the bathroom making you pout. "what about him?" you asked, pointing to his member poking out his sweatpants.

"i'm gonna take a cold shower and make him go away."

he didn't hear you retort, already in another room. you said it anyway. "why have an uncomfortable cold shower at five in the morning when we can just fuck?"

~

you weren't able to talk to him until you got to the arena aew was holding their show at today, yet you were still dead set on finally getting something from your man. anything.

you figured that your best bet would be one, sending him.. inappropriate photos throughout the day, his most beloved pieces of lingerie adorning the body he loved the most -- yours. he always replied to you with words along the line of "you're such a tease", "just one more day, princess", and "when i'm done with you, the only thing you'll know and remember is the way i feel inside you."

and two, wearing his favorite outfit on you -- a cute red and black corset top with your short, black tennis skirt, paired with heeled black boots which accentuated your legs, and a couple of accessories that tied everything together. you couldn't lie, you liked how you looked with it as well. gazing at the full-body mirror gave you a needed confidence boost.

then came a knock on your door. you already knew who it was, anna jay, jungle boy and luchasaurus picking you up because your boyfriend was too busy. you wanted his attention, yeah, but it still meant a lot to you that he asked his friends to accompany you and make sure you were safe. your boyfriend was a gentleman through and through.

anna's jaw practically dropped when she saw you, immediately complimenting you. you blushed and thanked her, sending compliments her way as well. none of that really mattered though. there was only one reason you were dressed like this and one reason only.

your knee bounced throughout the whole car ride to the arena, barely able to contain your excitement. you could already imagine your boyfriend's reaction to you. how his hands would wander all over you, skimming and lightly grasping at your most sensitive parts, teasing you as much as you've teased him.

then you remembered you were in a car with a number of people and you tried your best to push those thoughts away.

you bid farewell when you all got to the jurassic express's locker room and found that your boyfriend wasn't there, declining jungle boy and luchasaurus's offers to hang out in order to find your boyfriend. they seemed content enough with your answer -- a scratch to the back of your neck, ehh, i think i wanna find christian.

you began your venture, first going to catering, only to no avail. you did see a few eyes scanning your figure, though, notably mjf and wardlow. it's due to that number you were currently wearing, no doubt.

you searched high and low for him and at some point, you thought you'd never find your man. that was until you literally bumped into his leather jacket clad chest in an abandoned hallway.

you stumbled backwards because of the impact and his hands immediately shot to your waist to steady you. "woah, you okay there, [y/n]?"

you beamed up at him, standing on your tippy toes and grabbing onto the collar of his shirt for leverage as you leaned in to kiss him. "never been better."

you could feel his smile through the kiss.

"you should-" whatever he planned on saying melted away when his eyes landed on your body and all of a sudden, they darkened and you were pushed against the wall.

his lips were on yours again. rougher this time and needier, moving faster and with more intent.

"god," he breathed out, separating so you both could catch your breaths. "you're such a slut." he continued, diving into your lips again.

his hands traveled from your waist, to your hips, to your thighs which he lifted up. you took the sign and wrapped your legs around his waist as he started walking, carrying you inside an empty room and setting you down on the table.

"don't want anyone to catch you, hmm?" he murmured, moving away momentarily to lock the door. he was in front of you again in no time, settled between your legs.

"you've been such a whore." he growled against your neck, leaving dark purple bruises in his wake. "baby, you know how patient i am, how i always want to treat you like a precious, little angel. but how can i do that when you behave like a dirty fucking slut the whole day? hmm?" the vibrations of his throat on you were delicious and shot straight down your cunt and you couldn't help the moan that escaped your mouth.

"you want me? is that what your dirty little self desires?" you couldn't help but beg, knowing that was exactly what he wanted you to do. you frantically nodded, moving your hips when his large, warm hand cupped your pussy through your panties. "yes sir, please, please."

"you beg so pretty," he hummed, holding your chin between his index finger and thumb, his lips barely gracing your plump ones. "and honestly, i'm way too turned on to refuse." your eyes gleamed at what he said, fluttering shut at his next words. "don't think i'm not gonna punish you when we get to the hotel though. oh no, i'm gonna have our neighbors banging on our walls, begging for us to stop. or at least quiet down. and as for you, well, you'll be begging for me to not stop."

he took a step away from you, unbuckling his belt. "and trust me, princess, i'm not going to. not until that sweet cunt of yours is begging me to stop. all achy and overstimulated." he chuckled, his pants and boxers now pushed down just enough for him to free his hard cock.

your hands landed to the waistband of your skirt, about to push them down when your boyfriend swatted them away. "no, i've always wanted to fuck you with these on. so pretty." instead, he reached under them and took off your lace panties, setting them down on the empty space beside you.

"bend over," he nodded, his face expressing an impatience he usually did not feel. it only made you wetter, knowing he was going to take you harder than he normally did. regardless, you complied to what he had asked of you in no time. you didn't want to risk him teasing you right now.

you didn't want him to fuck you right now. you needed him to fuck you. and that wasn't going to happen if you chose to act like a brat. as if on cue, he muttered good girl under his breath, kneading the flesh of your ass and thighs before you felt him running his fingers through your soaked folds.

he chuckled at the sensation. "already wet for me, pretty girl? barely even touched you yet..." his hands were on your hips now, digits digging onto the flesh so tight you knew it was gonna leave bruises, but you didn't care. in fact, you wanted it to bruise, wanted your boyfriend to mark you as his.

you wrenched your head back at him and there he was, stroking his cock, the tip slick from precum. the moment he caught your eye, he gave you a wink, then suddenly thrusted in all the  way to the hilt with no warning making you scream at the searing stretch.

no matter how many times you took christian inside you, you never got used to his size. he wrecked you every single time. you can't have it any other way.

"shit." he moaned, pulling all the way out, to thrust back in all the way once again. "feel so fuckin good princess. so tight and warm. holy shit."

"think-think you deserve a punishment for being such a tease," he panted out, his mouth just hovering over your ear. "gonna use your pussy like a fleshlight... but before that.." you felt his movements stutter, so you looked back at him, seeing him reach down into the pockets of his pants and grab his phone.

he pointed the phone at your skirt-covered ass and you heard clicking from the device. "just for my eyes only, baby. don't worry." he said softly, breaking his dominant persona to reassure you.

he switched from the picture option on the camera, to the film option where he started recording you two, one hand on your warm skin, the other one holding the phone. once he was done, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it back so hard you were standing up with him. your back pressed flush against his chest, his hips still wildly pistoning against yours, a mixture of pants and loud moans escaping your red lips.

he laughed wickedly and you felt one of his hands traveling down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake until his fingers were on your clit, rubbing tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. "i didn't really think this through, princess. forgot how loud you are." he said, his breath tickling your neck, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

just to prove what he said, he gave you a particularly hair thrust that had you screaming out his name and reaching behind you to grab his hair. "c-christian.. please-"

he knew you enough what exactly it was you needed. you were so so close to the edge and really, he missed the feeling too much to deny you of what you wanted.

suddenly, his large calloused hand was on your mouth, "do it, baby. come for me." he whispered and that was all it took. you were already clamping down on him, your wails of pleasure muted into whimpers because of the hand that was on your mouth.

not long after that, he reaches his peak too. the feeling of your cunt tightening and spasming around his cock proving to be too much and he groaned out your name, his head falling to your shoulders.

after he calmed down, he pressed kisses onto your back and neck. "love you, [y/n]. now lets get out of here before someone investigates all the screaming."