hotel

you aren’t dating. in fact, you’re barely considered married. but the consistency of your visits would say otherwise. and yet here he was. on the ropes, bragging about his looks, wearing his “uniform”. he was dashing, irresistible. but then rey mysterio showed up. and well, cody didn’t win that match.

disfigured. ugly. broken. all the things a man so dashing would have never encountered. except he was no longer dashing, and a protective shield on his face hid his beauty he once would flaunt. but never stopped.

he was too greedy. but he was now disgusting. new rules came into place:

-wear a blindfold

-don’t look him in the eyes

-don’t ever touch the mask

his thrusts, once perfect like his figure, became a sloppy mess and brutal. unprotected was one of the biggest changes. he used to be all for condoms and keeping his perfect, but now he’d let himself forget protection. in front of the mirror was different too. instead of ordering you to watch his perfect pace, his hand was now on the back of your head pushing you into the bed.

he now had body hair, very little though. you could tell he wasn’t taking care of himself the way he was supposed to. now he passed out paper bags during his matches, and stopped giving beauty advice. a full 180.

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tonight, he ordered a hotel room for the both of you, two nights. he didn’t meet you in public, but told you which hotel room he would be in.

you walked quickly to the room, trying to not draw attention and knocked twice. he opened it and looked at you. you accidentally made eye contact with him.

“please, god, don’t look at me.” he quickly covers your eyes.

“dashing, come on-“ you started, saying the nickname he practically trained you to use. he cut you off.

“no. don’t call me that- don’t fucking call me that.” he barks out before quickly composing himself, “i’m sorry. i’m sorry {{user}}, i shouldn’t have said that.” he pulls you into the room, locking it.

he pushes you onto the bed and rummages through his suitcase to find a tie. once he finds one, he yanks your body to him, covering your eyes. “can you see?” he asks. you shake your head. “good.”