CROYT'S WRATH I wrestling oneshots (COMPLETE)

for what he works so hard on | kenny omega

pairing: kenny omega x fem!reader

plot: on those rare days kenny doesn't have to be anywhere and can afford to sleep in, it's your favorite way to wake him up.

genre: smut

warning: sexual themes, honorifics [daddy], hair grabbing, face fucking

word count: 1.5k

author's note: okay one of the shorter ones yes, but in my defense it's smut and i already said i'm not too good at it!! anyways, i know this is not the best so please leave suggestions.

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it was only eight thirty in the morning and you were already awake. you hated that. kenny was home with you today and it was one of those days where he didn't have much to do - you knew that because he wouldn't stop talking about it last night - and you could afford to sleep in. waking up early wasn't really in your plans.

most of the time, by six am, he'd already be up and doing something productive while you slept soundly beside him but today was the opposite. here you are already awake - although not doing anything productive - while he's sleeping peacefully. you blamed the lack of black out blinds - they were in the hamper because someone decided it would be a good idea to bring coffee while he played video games in the bedroom, and trip and spill the hot drink all over your favorite curtains - which usually shielded your eyes from the sun's harsh rays.

you were bored, kenny had trapped you in his arms and there really wasn't much to do, nothing to entertain yourself with. at first, you contemplated gently lifting them off of you and watching tv downstairs, but you didn't want to risk waking him up, so you just sucked it up and waited for him to wake up. he had been so busy so you wanted to make sure he got as much rest as he could.

after forty nine minutes have passed, it was pretty clear that kenny had other plans. plans that revolved around sleeping in, probably until noon, and as much as you wanted him to get more rest, you also knew that he should probably wake up now. neither you nor him have eaten breakfast yet and both of your body clocks would be messed up if you didn't get up yet. besides, it's not like he would hate the way you planned on waking him up. it would put him in a good mood for the day, you were sure of it.

you turned in his arms and started to place kisses on his chest, gentle at first, like the ones he was used to getting from you when he just woke up from his afternoon nap and you were trying to get him out of bed because he had to do media, but then you replaced those tiny kisses with wet, open-mouthed kisses, even nipping on his chest and abs when you felt like it. you couldn't help but lick up his toned chest, placing a bite and sucking a hickey to life on his pec, you ran your hand down his muscular arm when you felt him stir.

"baby," if you thought his regular voice is hot, it was nothing to his raspy, deep, morning voice. it sent shivers down your spine and shot right through your core.

you giggled, innocently looking up at him. "hey daddy," before running your hand up and down his chest. "good morning."

"good morning, sweetheart," he groaned, his arms finally releasing you and his hand traveling to your hair, running it though your locks as you sucked another hickey to life on his collarbone, much to his delight. you thought the groan he let out was absolutely delicious and it did nothing but make the ache between your legs grow stronger.

"always such a good little baby for me, aren't you?" the praise he sent your way made you moan and whimper. "daddy,"

you looked up to see him looking down at you with half-lidded eyes, and his lips in a lazy smirk. it was obvious that he just woke up and still a bit sleepy, but he was very much into it, that's for sure.