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“Easy, easy! Fuck!…”
“I really need you to stay still! I know it hurts, but I need to feel how swollen your shoulder is, just bear with me a little longer.”
You were left at the doctor’s mercy as her fingers dug into your sensitive shoulder, practically being pinned face down to the cot while she studied your strained reaction. “That was a particularly nasty bump you took out there. But thankfully nothing seems to be torn, broken, or dislocated!” Her cheerful demeanor was almost enough to distract you from your thoughts, the sound of the audience collectively groaning as you went flying head first into the turnbuckle played on repeat. That wasn’t even your first time performing that spot, but your opponent threw you with a little more force than you were used to and you only had half a second to choose how you were going to break your fall. The pain that shot through your neck and shoulder was almost enough to end the match there, but you tried to live by the old school saying ‘If you can walk, you can wrestle’, not the smartest way of thinking but it made your pinfall victory even more satisfying afterwards.
“Sit up for me and try to move your arm to the best of your ability,” you cringed as you slowly followed her instructions with careful ease. “Do you think I’ll be okay to perform on Saturday’s house show?” You weren’t keen on missing work and had been looking forward to traveling to the next town for the last couple of weeks. “Just take it easy for now, ice and heat alternating if swelling and pain continues, maybe an ibuprofen or two,” a sudden knock at the door cut off her directions, “Hey doc, can I come in real quick?” “Hi Damian, please give us a second and then I’ll-” You flinched as the door swung open with a loud thud, “Sorry, didn’t mean to be all dramatic with that but I need a new roll of that sports tape and-” He froze up at the sight of you as the doctor rummaged through her supply cabinet, “I asked you to wait, but you’re lucky I have extra, try not to go through the whole roll at once, okay?” She casually tossed the tape at Damian without hesitation as his unflinching gaze never left you, “Oh! Um, thanks doc…”
You decided to break the silence, “Hey Damian, how’d your match go? I would’ve watched but, y’know…” You awkwardly motioned to your shoulder as you tried to shrug, “I figured as much, that spot you guys did with the turnbuckle looked brutal.” He chuckled, “Good to see you still in one piece, see you back at the hotel?” A chill went down your spine at the sight of his expecting eyes, “Uh, yeah! Oh! Did you win tonight?” A sly smirk crept across his face, “Retained as expected.” “Goodbye, Damian!” The doctor cut in as she shooed him away with an annoyed smile as she applied a cold pack to your shoulder, “I’d never say it to his face but he is one good looking man, isn’t he?” Her hushed words made you giggle like a couple of teenagers sharing a secret, of course you’d noticed Damian in the past, but ever since he became World Heavyweight Champion everyone had seemed to notice him now.
The trip back to the hotel was uneventful as you and the other wrestlers made casual small talk, welcoming the still and quiet environment with open arms. You plopped onto your bed with a loud sigh, feeling yourself practically sinking into the plush comforter before the harsh realization that you still had to shower. “Ugh, this is such bullshit…” You complained out loud as you rolled onto the floor with a small thud, dragging yourself to the bathroom to wash off the grime and sweat of the day hoping you didn’t smell as bad as you felt. The pain in your shoulder making itself known the second the hot warm hit your tender skin, you gritted your teeth as you attempted to lift your arms to shampoo your hair with a hiss. After about twenty minutes of mild anguish you had managed to get yourself clean enough for your own standards. Staring into the fogged up mirror, your eyes drifted to the reddened and swollen muscle on your shoulder while you attempted to dry your hair, the events of the day began to replay in your mind. Standard upper body workout, mild cardio, meeting with creative, applied makeup, nearly panicked when I couldn’t find my gear bag, Damian helped me look without hesitation, warm ups, went over match, made entrance, lariat out of the ring, nearly got counted out, turnbuckle spot, something else…submission pin, kick-out, frog splash, pinfall victory, Damian visits me in the doctor’s office, trip back to the hotel, haven’t seen Damian yet…”Motherfucker!” You clenched your eyes shut as a sharp pain shooting through your arm and shook you out of your thoughts, you don’t know how you’re going to be able to sleep comfortably through the night.
Unbeknownst to you, Damian couldn’t get you off his mind either; Your devotion to the craft, the genuine excitement you had for your matches, your willingness to accept criticism, the kindness you showed everyone behind the scenes, the way your gear seemed to perfectly hug your figure… He definitely had it bad for you, the members of Judgement Day loved to give him grief over his little crush on you every chance they got. Loudly announcing “Here comes your girlfriend!” as you would walk by but thankfully you were always so focused you never seemed to notice (or maybe you chose to ignore it?). He could still feel the pang of fear that nearly made his heart stop as he watched your match tonight, the fact that you didn’t immediately get up and start moving around was a dead giveaway that your injury was legitimate. But you eventually got up and gave your opponent a well deserved receipt to a thunderous pop, the intensity in your eyes as you pinned your opponent lit a fire inside him that he couldn’t ignore.
Fuck it.
He found himself wandering around the hotel hallway, counting down the numbers on the doors as he got closer to your room, what would he say when he got to you? His anxiety climbed as he reached your room, fist hovering as he hesitated to knock, if you were already sleeping then he didn’t want to be rude just because he wanted to see you. A muffled cry of pain from inside your room interrupted his racing thoughts as he found himself pounding on your door in panic, he silently prayed that you weren’t more injured than you originally let on. “One second!” He felt himself physically recoil as the sound of your irritated voice, “Who is it?” He gulped, “It’s Damian, are you okay?!” He could faintly make out the sound of you scrambling and cursing to yourself as you made your way to the door, “Damian???” Your confusion didn’t calm his nerves as you slowly peeked out the door, “I was walking down the hall and heard you scream, is everything okay?”
You froze at the sight of Damian standing outside your door, genuine concern etched across his face. “Sorry if I scared you, my shoulder is acting up pretty bad and I was trying to put some of that pain reliever cream stuff on it and…” You shifted uncomfortably as his gaze never left you, “I-I’ll be okay, thanks for checking up on me.” “Do you want me to help? You’re gonna suffer the rest of the night if you continue on like this.” He was right and you knew it, and having him apply cream to your bare skin wasn’t exactly the worst thing either. “I mean, if you don’t mind…” You slowly opened the door, suddenly being reminded of the fluffy robe you were wearing as Damian cocked his eyebrow in confusion, embarrassment seeping throughout your body as you sat down at the edge of the bed. You motioned for him to sit behind you as he grabbed the pain reliever from your dresser, his silence only intensifying the tension in the air. “Which shoulder was it again?” “Umm, left, upper shoulder trapezius area.” His breath hitched when you dropped your robe to expose your bare upper body, “Did you just shower?” “Yeah, you just caught me…” You gulped as you felt him move closer to you hoping that you hadn’t offended him with your actions, “Sorry if I feel too wet.”
You felt yourself freeze at the sound of Damian trying his hardest to stifle his laugh, you hadn’t even realized your implication until the shame washed across your face. “Oh my god, I meant my skin, you know cause I just showered and-” “I know what you meant, I wanted to tell you that you smelled nice.” The icy sensation of his hand on your shoulder forced a breathy gasp out of you as he lightly massaged the cream onto the swollen muscle, you felt him whisper into your ear, “And I wouldn’t have complained either.” His other hand began to massage your other shoulder as you could feel yourself melting into his fingers, your back slightly arched as you continued to quietly whimper. “How’s that feel, princesa? Not too painful?” His voice shot through you right to your core, eliciting a restrained moan in response, “Mmhmm, that’s nice…” You could feel his breath against your neck, “I like the sound of that, you feel so soft.”
The noises you were making were driving him crazy, he could feel himself straining through his pants as he continued to massage your shoulders. The sight of your robe slipping down to your waist, exposing your entire bare back to him and causing him to groan as his fingers dug deeper into your skin. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for that to happen! I-” You were abruptly cut off as his hands made their way down your arms, “It’s okay, you’re so beautiful. But I’m having a hard time holding back.” He pressed himself against your back, fingers ghosting over your upper chest. “Damian, I…” His lips lightly caressed you ear, “I want you so fucking bad, I need you. But I want you to want this, if you don’t, just tell me to stop and I will.” You place your hands over his, “Finish what you started, now.”
Without hesitation, his hands moved to roughly fondle your breasts as his lips latched onto your neck. You yelped at the new sensation as his teeth nipped their way to your jaw, you could almost guarantee that your chest would be covered in light bruises from how hard his fingers were assaulting you. “So soft, so sexy…” Damian purred into your ear, grinding his prominent bulge into you. Your mouth hung agape, practically drooling while his tongue licked the outside of your ear as your fingers gripped the sheets. “Damian, let me touch you~” You mewled out as you tried to arch your back out of his touch. “Nope, you’re still injured and I’m taking care of you.” He proceeded to tear off the rest of your robe, exposing your naked body to the chilly hotel air. “Lay down.” He stood up as he gently pushed you against the bed, it felt as if his gaze was studying you at your most vulnerable, looking you up and down with lust and adoration. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as you tried to slowly cover yourself, but Damian pinned your hands to your side in defiance. “Don’t even try it, I want to see all of you.”
He crawled on top of you before you could begin to protest, finally kissing you with a desperate groan, grinding his hips into yours. The friction made you cry out into Damians mouth while he still kissed you, “You’re so sensitive, I love it.” He shot you a devious smirk as he tore shirt off and began kissing his way down your stomach, pausing once he reached your slick entrance. His fingers gently spread your lips open, his cock twitched at the sight of your visible excitement. “Don’t just stare, Damian!” You whimpered in embarrassment, he chuckled at your outcry, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna see if you taste as good as you look.” His tongue snaked its way into your pussy, your back arched as your hands shot to grab Damian’s hair. He growled in pleasure as he continued to lap up your juices, you could feel yourself nearing climax as he harshly sucked on your clit. “Fuck! Damian, I-I can’t-!” You tried to pull his head away as you could feel yourself nearing the edge. He planted a sloppy kiss to your dripping before pulling away, “Okay, baby. I’ll show you some mercy.”
You took a couple deep breaths as Damian finished undressing, heart racing at the sight of him pumping his weeping cock and positioning it at your entrance. He pinned your knees to your shoulders, head slowly stretching you open at an agonizing pace. You could tell he was restraining himself, his eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched the deeper he went. Your breath hitched as he filled you up completely, wiggling your hips in annoyance as he completely stayed still. “Why’d you stop?” “You’re injured, I’m not trying to make it worse.” You rolled your eyes at his reply, “For fucks sake, it’s a sprained shoulder! You of all people should know that I don’t break easily!” His eyes turned dark as soon as you answered, “Don’t tempt me, little girl. I could break you if I wanted.” Feeling a little bratty, you couldn’t help but reply “Try me.”
His hips suddenly snapped back into yours with a growl as he began to drill into you with reckless abandon, you could almost feel your brain short circuit from the over stimulation. “Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you stupid? Bet you secretly wanted me to break this pussy the whole time, huh?” One of his hands grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him as he continued to pound into you. “Keep those pretty eyes on me at all times, got it?” You nodded as he slipped two of his fingers into your open mouth, “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re making me lose it…” His words trailed off as he could feel himself becoming ravenous at the sight of you under him.
He didn’t realize that anyone could make him feel like this, he felt like he wanted to protect you as much as he wanted to take you as well. The way you smiled at him in passing was enough to make his heart flutter and the way your hips swayed as you walked was always a welcome sight. But right now? You were all his, looking up at him with glassy eyes, becoming a whimpering, beautiful mess beneath him. And the best part? You wanted this, wanted him, No, needed him. The way your lips were parted, lashes fluttering, breasts bouncing with every thrust, how he wished he could take you in every position possible.
“I’m not gonna last longer, I need to feel you cum on my cock, think you can do that for me?” “Uh-huh,” You gasped out as you reached for your clit, harshly rubbing it as he angled his hips to properly hit your g-spot. “That’s so fucking hot, keeping rubbing that swollen little clit, baby. I wanna hear you scream my name when you cum. Let the whole hotel know who you belong to.” That was enough to send you over the edge, your eyes rolled back as your orgasm sent waves through your whole body, Damian’s name escaped your mouth as your legs suddenly locked around his waist, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation. “That’s it, fuck! Can’t hold back anymore,” His thrusts became faster as his own orgasm followed after yours, cumming deep into your overly sensitive pussy with a loud growl.
He collapsed to the side of you, heavily breathing as a light sheen of sweat covered his forehead. His arms cradled you, pulling you to his chest and motioning you to rest your head on him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You smiled at his genuine concern, “No, did you want to?” He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Only if you wanted me to.” You wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders, “So, what happens now?” You almost feared his response, dating while on tour was a touchy subject and unfortunately couples weren’t always guaranteed to travel with each other. What if he didn’t even want to be with you and this whole thing was a spur of the moment situation? “Whatever you’re thinking, you should probably calm down.” He abruptly cut your racing thoughts off with another kiss, “If you want, we could try this whole thing traditionally.” “Traditionally?” “Y’know, dinner dates, cute text messages, hand holding, stuff like that.” You stifled a laugh at his suggestions, “Well, if you really insist, we could definitely try.” He gave you a gentle smile, you really were his now.