Quick Note: This is in no way connected with my Family Calloway story. This is Sheamus and an unknown OC and a really, really vivid dream I had earlier. Gotta love those cold meds, lol. And an overactive imaginitaion is always good to have, a dirty mind's a terrible thing to waste... i can go on with this all night, but I won't.

I own nothing but the oc. If I did own Sheamus, that sexy beast would NEVER leave my bed.

Just a warning, this is the beginning of a series of smut stories, each one will be one or a few chapters. I'm gonna make it a little collection. My dirty mind knows no bounds, so if you read this and like it let me know if there's a Superstar you'd like to see getting a little loving, and I'll do my best to get 'em in here.

Stephen found he couldn't sleep, so he wandered the hallway of the hotel. He turned a corner and saw the partially open door of one of the newer divas, a quiet little one he'd sort of taken a fancy to. The loud raucous strains of Guns and Roses rendition of Purple Rain blared from the room, and he couldn't help but be taken by curiousity.

Well, we all know what they say about curiousity, correct? How it killed the cat and whatnot? Exactly.

Either way, Stephen peeked in the door, thinking he'd finally find her awake, alone, so he could talk to her, properly get to know her. He had no idea he was walking right into something much more than that.

He stood a few feet from the bed now, the dim light of the hallway making her long jet black hair shine and stick out in contrast to the pale bed linens. He gulped as the long tanned leg kicked from beneath the sheet and she rolled flat onto her back, moaning something he couldn't quite make out.

His cock started to grow as he realized she slept partially nude, when the blanket came down a bit too far. By now, he was leaning against the post of the bed, and watching her, licking his lips, debating on being a gentleman, waking the lass.

Her tongue jutted out, passed slowly over plump and still slightly red tinted lips, and he'd been just about to walk out, go back to the safety of his own room, take a very cold shower, or a very hot one, and let his right hand do the work, but then it happened.

The Ipod playing the music came to a complete stop, and the room fell silent. And he could still hear her moaning, see her back arching, making his cock grow more, making the Irishman growl in irritation at himself, at what he was even doing in here, when she said it.

"Ahhh, fuck.. Stephen.. Mmmm, fuck me.. Sideways, in a chair, against a wall, in the shower.. God, I don't care, I just want you to fuck me.. Now." she moaned as her back arched a little.

He looked around the room, rubbing his large hand over his spiky red hair as he snickered a little and continued to his cock continued to grow.

He walked closer to the bed for some reason, as if he were on autopilot. He'd reached out to pull the covers back over her, determined to be a gentleman, determined NOT to take advantage of the situation as it were, but then she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Fuck." she muttered as she realized she wasn't in the room alone.

Finally he spoke. "Noisy one, aren't yeh, lass?"

Hearing that heavy Irish accent, combined with the dream still playing heavily on her mind, she found herself being flirtier than she dared.

"Why don't you find out?"

Stephen's head shot up and he looked at her in the dark. "Do yeh really want me to do that?" he asked calmly as he leaned in just a little bit closer after sitting on the bed.

"Maybe." she muttered quietly as she leaned in closer and licked her full lips as her eyes settled on his lap and she giggled.

"Wot's funny, lass. That's yer fault, yeh know." Sheamus pointed out as she pouted now, and raised to her knees on the bed, slowly coming towards him. She straddled his lap and muttered, "Aww. Let me fix it then?"

Stephen blinked in disbelief. "Yeh mean that?" he asked partially in shock and partially getting more aroused by the moment as his hands slid through her long black hair, then down her back, and coming to rest on her ass, squeezing gently.

"Ohh." she moaned quietly, bit her full lower lip as she pressed her bare chest against his, grinded daringly against his cock while sitting on his lap.

"I have a confession." she whispered as she pressed her lips to his, her tongue flickering out, slowly trailing over his lips, before parting them, tangling with his tongue expertly, and kissing him deeply, sucking his lower lip. Stephen muttered against her lips, "Oh do yeh? And wot's that, lass?" he asked as his hand left her ass, slowly slid up her thigh, and grazed her through her panties.

"Oh fuck.. I can't tell you, if you don't stop making it hard to think." she muttered as she fixed her bright green eyes on him and then leaning in said with a smirk, "I've been awake the entire time. I knew you sleepwalked, so I set this up sort of.. I hoped it'd work out this way."

Stephen groaned and then muttered, "Why would yeh do that, now lass?" as his thumb grazed her soaking wet panties, causing her to gasp and then lean in, suck his neck gently.

"Because I want you and I'm tired of fucking around about it." she said quietly, calmly, as she gently pushed him back on the bed and her hand traveled down his chest, slipping down his boxers, taking his cock into her hands, sliding up and down it's smooth length slowly as she held his gaze and licked her lips.

Sheamus groaned and his head fell back as he bucked his hips, thrusting his cock in her hand, before he flipped them, putting her on her back, beneath him. His hands found her hands and he used one hand to hold her hands above her head so she couldn't anymore, as he slid his hand down, slipping into the waistband of her panties.

The soft rip of fabric had her groaning, and pouting. "I liked those, Sheamus."

"So did I, love." he muttered sadly, as he leaned down and conquered her mouth in passionate kisses as his fingers slid inside her. "So wet." he smirked as his fingers began to scissor, and he muttered, "Are you goin te cum for meh, lass?"

She moaned, her back arched as his fingers sped up, and she gripped the sheets below her, growling, crying out loudly, "Ohhhh ... Stephen... Oh yes... Mmmmm. Fuck.. I'm gonna cum.. So close." she writhed around beneath him now, her hips grinding his torso, her soaking wet core brushing the tip of his rock hard erection making him growl in the back of his throat.

"Love..." he muttered as he realized that he couldn't just keep teasing like this, because it was taking quite the toll on him also.

Panting, he thrust into her, almost instantly growling as her walls closed around him, and he felt her getting wetter and wetter by the second. "Mmmmm. So tight, lass." he grunted as he continued to hold her hands above her head a little longer, and grazing her clit with his thumb as he continued to thrust ever faster into her. the headboard beat a steady rhythym against the wall of the hotel room and her legs went around his waist as she bit down on his neck, those full lips wrapping around the flesh, sucking greedily as he pounded her even faster, his hands letting her hands go, gripping her hips now, raising them, driving himself in even deeper.

"Stephen... Oh yeah... Right there, don't stop, god do not fucking stop." she begged as he smirked in the dark, knowing that at least two or three rooms away the entire thing could be heard plain as day, the walls were that thin in this hotel.

"Tell meh wot yeh want, lass."

"Fuck.. Stephen.. Make me cum again." she muttered as she wrapped her legs around him even tighter, as her fingernails dragged down his back slowly.

His lips left hers to trail down her chest, teasing her nipples with his tongue, blowing on them and then repeating until she was thrashing wildly against him, almost screaming his name.

His cock felt like it was going to explode and he knew he was going to cum soon.

"I want on top." she begged breathlessly as again and again her back left the mattress, her breasts molded to his chest.

Stephen let her on top and she grabbed the headboard, using it to control her movements, to grip onto, as she moved herself up and down then back and forth on his cock. He growled, and panting called out her name over and over almost like some sort of chant as he let his hands travel slowly up, kneading the full breasts in his hands, then down, grazing her clit, rubbing her until she began to almost shake, and her walls tightened completely, and he felt like his cock would explode at any second.

He flipped her to the bottom again and grabbing the headboard, he began to drive into her as fast and as hard as he could without hurting her, as she did scream his name over and over now, begging for more.

"Mmmm, I'm so fucking close." she panted as she licked the outer edge of his ear, sending shivers down his back. Stephen smirked and then muttered, "So tight.. Lass. Yeh feel so damn good."

He felt his own burning hot release spilling into her, as she shook violently, and came for him again, sucking his neck again.

Falling onto the bed, he pulled her onto his chest and crossed his arm behind his head as he said "Think I'm just going te fall asleep roight here, lass." through heavy eyes as he panted, catching his breath.

She giggled and then said "Me too." before leaning up, and kissing him, then wiggling back down into bed beside him.

Moral of the story is, curiousity can be a good thing sometimes.