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A Writer in Wrestling

Chapter 10 - Asia & Oceania Tour [Korea] - Mia Yim (Michin)

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A week had passed since the steamy onsen afternoon with Kairi and Iyo. The tour had moved on to Korea, landing in Seoul for a pair of packed house shows at the KSPO Dome. The Korean crowd had been electric from the moment the first match started, the energy in the building crackling like it always did when the tour hit home soil. Especially for the homegrown talent. Mia Yim — Michin to the fans — had felt it more than anyone. Half-Korean, she’d gotten the loudest pops of the night when her music hit and she stepped through the curtain, the Seoul audience chanting “Michin! Michin!” like she was one of their own returning home after a long absence.

She’d put on a hell of a match against a solid midcard opponent — crisp and hard-hitting, the kind that reminded everyone why she was one of the most reliable workers on the roster. The opening exchange was all strikes, her kicks landing with sharp cracks that echoed through the arena, followed by a picture-perfect hurricanrana that sent her opponent tumbling across the ring. The crowd roared when she hit her signature combination: a running knee strike followed by a spinning heel kick that dropped the other woman hard. Mia climbed the turnbuckle for a diving senton, the impact shaking the ring, and the fans erupted again. She finished the match with a clean, decisive roll-up after a series of near-falls that had the entire dome on its feet, the count of three bringing one of the loudest reactions of the night.

But as she walked backstage after the bell, the same old frustration sat heavy in her chest. The adrenaline was fading fast, replaced by the familiar hollow feeling. The win felt good in the moment, the crowd’s energy was real, but it didn’t change anything on the booking sheet. Midcard titles were fine. A singles run or even tag titles with B-Fab — she wasn’t greedy. She just wanted something real. Something that felt like momentum instead of the same cycle of solid matches that led nowhere.

Backstage was the usual controlled chaos after the show: production staff breaking down the set, crew wheeling gear cases down the hallways, wrestlers cooling down or heading to catering with towels around their necks. The air smelled like sweat, rubber mats, and the faint lingering scent of pyrotechnics. Mia lingered near the production office area, still in her ring gear, towel draped over her shoulders. Her black and red top clung to her sweat-damp skin, stretched tight across her heavy tits, the fabric dark where it had soaked through. The matching shorts rode high on her powerful thighs and that thick, round ass that always drew eyes, the material hugging the generous curves and riding up slightly with every step. Her legs were strong and toned from years of training, the kind of thighs that could lock in a submission or deliver a devastating kick, but they also had that soft, feminine thickness that made her ass look even more impressive.

She knew the whispers had been going around the women’s locker room lately — hushed conversations in corners, quick glances when Piers walked by, little nods and knowing looks between the girls who had already “talked” to him. No one said it out loud in detail, but the message was clear: if you wanted a real push, you talked to the writer. And you didn’t just talk.

Mia had heard enough. Tonight she was done waiting.

She spotted Piers coming out of the temporary production room, laptop bag slung over his shoulder, looking like he was wrapping up for the night. She stepped into his path before he could pass.

“Piers,” she said, voice low but direct. “Got a minute?”

He stopped, surprised but not displeased. “Mia. Good match tonight. The crowd was really into you.”

She gave a small nod, shifting her weight so her thick thighs flexed. “Thanks. But I’m tired of just ‘good match’ nights. I want more. Midcard title, tag run with B-Fab, something that actually means something.” She glanced around quickly — a couple of production guys were rolling cables a few feet away, but they weren’t paying attention yet. “I heard the whispers. The other girls. I know how this works.”

Piers raised an eyebrow, voice quiet. “You do?”

Mia stepped closer, her huge tits brushing his arm for a second. “Yeah. And I’m not here to waste your time. I’m offering myself. Right now. Backstage. While everyone’s still cleaning up. You want me to earn it? I’ll earn it.”

The words hung between them, bold and unapologetic. Piers looked at her for a long second, then glanced toward the production crew still working nearby. “Here? With them right there?”

Mia’s lips curved into a small, challenging smile. “They’ll hear. Let them. I don’t care. I want this push, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes. Keith’s back home anyway. He doesn’t need to know how his wife gets her opportunities.”

Piers let out a low breath, the risk clearly turning him on. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious.” She reached down and palmed the front of his pants, feeling him already starting to harden. “So what do you say? Take me right here. Make me your dirty little backstage slut and I’ll make sure you remember why I deserve those titles.”

He didn’t answer with words. Instead he grabbed her wrist, pulled her a few steps down a short hallway that led to a semi-private storage area behind some production crates. The space was dim, stacked with cases and cables, but still close enough that the sounds of the crew working carried faintly. It wasn’t locked, but it felt hidden enough.

Mia didn’t hesitate. She dropped to her knees the second they were out of direct view, yanking his pants open and pulling his cock out. It was already half-hard. She looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes, her thick thighs spread slightly as she knelt, her huge ass resting on her heels.

“Fuck… look at this big cock,” she whispered, stroking him firmly from base to tip, feeling it thicken in her grip. “Keith could never fill me like this. He’s sweet, but this… this is what I need. This is what gets me the push I deserve.”

She leaned in and took him into her mouth in one slow, deliberate motion, sucking hard and wet from the very first second. The sloppy sounds started immediately — loud, wet slurps as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with every pass. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her heavy tits, soaking the top of her ring gear and making the fabric cling transparently to her stiff nipples.

Piers groaned, one hand tangling in her dark hair. “Shit, Mia… you’re really doing this with the crew right around the corner. Such a filthy little wife. Keith would lose his mind if he knew his wife was on her knees sucking another man’s cock backstage like a desperate midcard whore.”

She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him fast, her thick thighs shifting as she knelt lower. “Call me that again. Tell me how much better you are than Keith. Tell me how I’m betraying him for this cock. It makes me so wet knowing I’m cheating on my husband just to get ahead.”

Piers tightened his grip in her hair, guiding her mouth back onto him. “You’re a dirty cheating slut, aren’t you? Keith’s back home thinking his wife is just working hard in Seoul, and here you are on your knees choking on my cock like a desperate midcard whore. You want those tag titles with B-Fab that bad? Then keep sucking. Show me how badly you need it. Suck it like your career depends on how well you worship this dick.”

Mia moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight down his shaft. She took him deeper, gagging softly as she forced more of his length into her throat, her eyes watering but never breaking contact with his. The wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds were loud in the small space, echoing off the stacked crates. One of the production guys walked past the hallway entrance, pausing for a second like he heard something unusual — the unmistakable rhythmic slurping and soft gagging — but he kept going after a moment. The risk made her suck harder, her head bobbing faster, spit dripping down her chin and onto her heavy tits in shiny trails.

Piers groaned again, hips twitching forward. “That’s it… choke on it. Your husband could never make you this sloppy. Look at you — the star of the night on her knees for a writer, gagging on cock while the crew cleans up right outside. You’re gonna get those tag titles with B-Fab, but only because you’re letting me use this pretty mouth like a cumdump. Keep going, you filthy married slut. Swallow more. I want to feel that throat squeezing me.”

She pulled off for air, gasping, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his throbbing cock. “Yes… use me. I’m your backstage cumslut. Keith would be so disappointed if he knew his wife was getting her push by swallowing another man’s cock backstage while the crew is right there. But it feels so good… your cock is so much thicker than his. It makes me forget all the guilt when it’s stretching my throat like this.”

She dove back down immediately, sucking harder, her tongue swirling around the head before she took him to the back of her throat again. Her heavy tits bounced with every bob of her head, nipples hard and visible through the damp fabric of her top. One hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them while the other stroked the base in time with her mouth. The sloppy, wet sounds grew even louder — gluck-gluck-gluck — as she worshipped him without shame, spit running down her chin and dripping onto the floor between her thick thighs.

Piers tightened his grip in her hair, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts. “Fuck, you’re such a perfect cheating whore. Keith trains hard, works his ass off, and here you are betraying him for a better spot on the card. Does it turn you on? Knowing you’re earning your push on your knees like a desperate housewife? Keep sucking — I want to feel you gag on me while you think about how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.”

Mia moaned loudly around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. She pushed forward until her nose brushed his pelvis, holding him deep in her throat for several seconds, eyes watering but filled with lust. When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, thick strings of spit connected her lips to his cock. “It does turn me on… knowing I’m betraying him for this. His dick never makes me this wet, never makes me gag like this. Your cock is ruining me for him. I’m your dirty little backstage cumslut — use my mouth, use my pussy, just give me the titles I deserve.”

She took him deep again, sucking with renewed hunger, her head bobbing faster, cheeks hollowing as she worked him toward the edge. Her free hand slipped between her own legs, rubbing her soaked pussy through her shorts, the wet sounds of her fingers joining the sloppy sounds of her mouth.

Piers groaned deeply, hips twitching. “That’s it — play with that cheating cunt while you suck me. You’re such a filthy wife, Mia. Keith would be heartbroken if he saw you right now, on your knees with another man’s cock down your throat. But you don’t care, do you? You just want the push. You just want to be my personal backstage whore.”

The risk, the guilt, and the overwhelming pleasure mixed together, making Mia suck even harder, her moans vibrating around his cock. She was lost in it now — the thrill of being used backstage while the crew worked nearby, the knowledge that she was betraying Keith for her career, and the intense satisfaction of Piers’ thick cock filling her mouth.

Piers finally pulled her off, breathing hard, his cock shiny with her spit. “Stand up. Bend over those crates. I’m not done with you yet.”

Mia stood on shaky legs, turning and bending over the stack of production cases, her huge ass pushed out toward him, shorts still pulled down. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark with lust and a hint of guilt that only made the pleasure sharper. “Fuck me. Use me like the cheating slut I am. Give me the push I deserve.”

Piers stepped up behind her, gripped her hips, and slammed back inside her soaked pussy in one hard thrust. The wet slap echoed in the small space as he started pounding her with deep, relentless strokes, his hips slapping against her massive ass. The heavy cheeks rippled with every impact, the sound wet and obscene.

“Take it, you dirty wife,” he growled, one hand slapping her ass hard. “This is what you get for offering yourself backstage. Your husband could never fuck you like this. This tight Korean pussy is mine now — I’m gonna fill it until you’re leaking my cum all the way back to the hotel.”

Mia moaned loudly, pushing back against him, the guilt fading under the intense pleasure of his thick cock stretching her. “Yes… ruin me. Fuck me harder than Keith ever could. I’m your backstage cumslut — just give me the titles and I’ll keep coming back for more.”

Piers gripped her hips firmly, fingers digging into the soft, warm flesh at the flare of her waist. He started pounding her with deep, powerful strokes, his pelvis slapping loudly against her massive ass. The heavy cheeks rippled and jiggled with every impact, the wet, meaty sound echoing down the short hallway. Each thrust drove his thick cock deep into her soaked pussy, the slick glide making an obscene squelch every time he bottomed out. Mia’s thick thighs trembled as she braced herself against the production crates, her huge ass bouncing back to meet him, the soft flesh quivering under the force.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Piers growled, voice low and rough as he railed her harder. “Getting railed backstage while the crew can hear you moaning like a whore. Your husband could never fuck you like this. This tight Korean pussy is gripping me so fucking good — you’re dripping down my balls already. Such a sloppy, desperate midcard whore. You want those tag titles with B-Fab? Then take this cock deeper. Beg for my cum like the cum-hungry wife you are.”

He reached around and grabbed her heavy tits, mauling them roughly through her ring gear, pinching her stiff nipples hard enough to make her gasp. The fabric was already damp with sweat, clinging to her curves and making her nipples stand out even more. Mia pushed back against him, moaning louder, not caring who might hear the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of skin on skin or her own broken cries.

“Fuck… yes! Harder!” she gasped, voice breaking with a mix of guilt and overwhelming pleasure. “Pound me like Keith never could. This pussy is yours tonight — stretch it, ruin it. Make me your dirty backstage whore! Keith is so sweet… he works so hard… but his dick never feels like this. It never makes me this wet, never makes me lose control like you do.”

Piers leaned over her back, his breath hot against her ear as he slammed into her again and again, the crates shaking with the force. “That’s right, you cheating little slut. Keith’s back home thinking his wife is just grinding in the gym and being a good girl in Seoul, and here you are bent over production crates getting your cunt wrecked by a writer. This tight Korean pussy is mine tonight. You’re betraying him for a better spot on the card, and you’re loving every second of it. Feel how deep I’m buried? That’s my cock claiming every inch of you while your husband has no idea his wife is moaning like a desperate whore.”

The guilt hit her in waves — Keith’s face flashing in her mind, the life they’d built, the trust he had in her — but it was quickly drowned out by the intense pleasure of Piers’ thick cock stretching her open, hitting spots Keith had never reached. The risk made it even hotter: the faint sounds of the production crew still working just down the hallway, the possibility that someone could walk by and hear her getting fucked like this. It only made her push back harder, her huge ass rippling against him with every thrust.

“Yes… I’m your cheating slut,” she panted, voice husky and broken, the words spilling out between moans. “Keith could never fuck me like this. His dick is nothing compared to yours. It never makes me cum this hard, never makes me this sloppy. Fill me up — breed this Korean pussy while the crew hears me moaning like a whore. I want to feel your cum leaking out of me when I walk out of here. I hate how good it feels to betray him… but I can’t stop. Don’t stop — ruin me for him!”

Piers slapped her ass hard again, watching the heavy cheek jiggle and turn a faint pink under his palm. “Good girl. Tell me how much better I am. Tell me you’re going to go home to Keith with my load still inside you, leaking down your thighs while you smile and act like nothing happened. You’re such a filthy married whore, Mia. Getting your push by letting me destroy your pussy backstage. Beg for my cum — tell me you need it more than you need your husband’s respect.”

Mia’s voice cracked higher as another orgasm built fast, her thick thighs shaking, her huge ass bouncing back against him with desperate force. “I need it… please cum inside me! Breed me deep — fill this cheating Korean cunt until it’s overflowing. Keith would be so disappointed if he knew his wife was getting railed like this for a title shot… but it feels too good. Harder — I’m so close! Make me cum while I betray him!”

He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in firm, fast circles while he kept pounding her, the bench and crates shaking with the force. The wet slap-slap-slap grew louder, more frantic. Mia came hard, her pussy clamping down around him in strong, rhythmic pulses, a fresh gush of wetness soaking his cock and dripping down her thick thighs. She bit her arm to muffle her cry, body shaking violently as the orgasm tore through her, the guilt only making the pleasure sharper and more intense.

Piers didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it, growling low against her ear. “That’s it — cum on my cock like the filthy wife you are. Your husband could never make you squirt like this. This pussy is mine now. I own it. Every time you fuck Keith from now on, you’re going to remember how much better I feel stretching you open.”

He switched positions smoothly, pulling out with a wet pop and turning her around so she was facing him. He lifted one of her thick, powerful legs, hooking it over his hip, and slid back inside her in one deep thrust. The new angle let him grind against her clit with every stroke, his cock dragging along her sensitive walls. Mia’s heavy tits bounced between them as he fucked her standing up, one hand mauling her huge ass, the other pinching and twisting her stiff nipple hard.

“Fuck… you’re so deep,” she gasped, eyes half-lidded with lust and lingering guilt. “Keith’s dick never reaches this spot. You’re ruining me for him. Keep going — use me like your personal backstage cumrag. I hate how much I love this… but I need the push. I need you to keep fucking me like this.”

Piers leaned in and bit her neck lightly, thrusting harder, his hips snapping forward with wet, forceful slaps. “You love it because you’re a dirty cheating slut who gets off on betraying her husband for a better spot on the card. Feel how wet you are? Your pussy is creaming all over my cock while you think about Keith waiting at home. You’re my secret midcard whore now, Mia. I’m gonna fill this Korean cunt until you’re walking funny backstage, leaking my cum while you smile and pretend everything is normal.”

The production crew’s voices carried faintly down the hallway again — someone laughing about a cable tangle — but the risk only fueled them both. Mia’s thick thighs trembled as she hooked her leg tighter around him, her huge ass jiggling with every deep thrust. The guilt was still there, a sharp edge beneath the pleasure, but it only made everything feel more intense, more forbidden, more addictive.

Piers could feel her getting close again. He rubbed her clit faster, mauling her heavy tit with his other hand. “Cum for me again, you filthy wife. Cum on the cock that’s going to get you your title shot. Let me feel this cheating pussy squeeze me while you think about how disappointed Keith would be if he knew.”

Mia shattered again, her pussy clamping down hard around him, a fresh rush of wetness soaking his cock as she buried her face in his shoulder to muffle her cry. Her body shook violently, thick thighs quivering, huge ass clenching as the orgasm tore through her. The guilt hit her in a sharp wave — Keith’s trusting face flashing in her mind, the life they’d built, the promises they’d made — but it was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure of Piers’ thick cock stretching her open, hitting spots her husband had never reached. The risk of the crew working just down the hallway only made it hotter, the forbidden thrill mixing with the intense physical release until she couldn’t think straight.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, the wet sounds of their fucking mixing with the distant noise of the crew still cleaning up — cables being rolled, cases being moved, voices calling out instructions. Piers kept grinding deep inside her, letting her ride out the aftershocks, his hands lazily mauling her heavy tits through her ring gear.

Then he pulled out again with a wet pop, a thick strand of their mixed fluids stretching between them before breaking. He guided her down to her knees once more. Mia didn’t need instructions — she immediately took him back into her mouth, sucking greedily, tasting herself on his cock, the salty-sweet mix of her own arousal and his precum coating her tongue.

“Clean it up,” Piers ordered, voice rough and commanding. “Taste how wet your cheating cunt got for me. Suck it like you’re earning those tag titles with B-Fab. Show me how badly you want that push.”

Mia moaned around him, bobbing her head faster, her heavy tits swaying with the motion, nipples still stiff and sensitive from earlier. She pulled off for a second, stroking him fast with her hand, looking up at him with dark, guilty but hungry eyes. “I taste so good on your cock… Keith would be so ashamed if he knew his wife was sucking another man’s dick backstage like this, tasting her own pussy while the crew works right outside. But I don’t care — I want the push. I want you to use me. This feels too good to stop.”

Piers groaned, one hand tangling in her dark hair, guiding her mouth back onto him with shallow thrusts. “Good girl. Keep talking like that and I’ll make sure you and B-Fab get a real run — strong build, real heat, the kind that gets you noticed. Now open wide — I’m gonna give you another load. Suck it like the desperate, cheating midcard whore you are. Your husband could never make you this sloppy. Look at you gagging on my cock while he’s back home thinking you’re just working hard in Seoul.”

Mia took him deeper, gagging softly as she forced more of his length into her throat, her eyes watering but never breaking contact with his. The wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds were loud in the small space, spit running down her chin and dripping onto her heavy tits, soaking the top of her ring gear and making the fabric cling transparently to her stiff nipples. Her thick thighs shifted as she knelt lower, her huge ass resting on her heels, the powerful muscles flexing with every bob of her head.

She pulled off for air, gasping, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his throbbing cock. “Yes… I’m your backstage cumslut. Keith would be so disappointed if he knew his wife was getting her push by swallowing another man’s cock backstage while the crew cleans up. But it feels so good… your cock is so much thicker than his. It makes me forget all the guilt when it’s stretching my throat like this. Use my mouth — fuck my face like the filthy wife I am.”

Piers tightened his grip in her hair, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts, the head bumping the back of her throat. “That’s right, you dirty cheating slut. Swallow more. Choke on it. Your husband trains hard, works his ass off, and here you are betraying him for a better spot on the card. Does it turn you on? Knowing you’re earning your push on your knees like a desperate housewife? Keep sucking — I want to feel you gag on me while you think about how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.”

Mia moaned loudly around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. She pushed forward until her nose brushed his pelvis, holding him deep in her throat for several seconds, eyes watering but filled with lust and a sharp edge of guilt that only made the pleasure more intense. When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, thick strings of spit connected her lips to his cock. She stroked him fast, her heavy tits heaving, nipples hard and visible through the damp fabric.

“I taste so good on your cock… Keith would be so ashamed if he knew. But I don’t care — I want the push. I want you to use me. Fuck my throat harder — make me your dirty little backstage whore. I’ll go home to him leaking your cum and pretending everything is normal. Just give me the titles. I’ll keep earning them like this whenever you want.”

Piers groaned deeply, the sight and sounds pushing him close. He gripped her hair tighter, fucking her mouth with more urgency. “Good girl. Such a perfect cheating whore. Keep gagging on it. I’m gonna cum down your throat and then bend you over again. You’re going to walk out of here with my load in your belly and another one leaking down your thighs. Your husband could never make you this sloppy, this desperate. You’re mine now — my secret midcard cumslut.”

He came down her throat a moment later, thick pulses filling her mouth. Mia swallowed greedily, some cum leaking from the corners of her lips and dripping onto her heavy tits. She looked up at him with messy, satisfied eyes, licking her lips, the guilt flickering but quickly pushed aside by the rush of what she’d just done for her career.

But they weren’t done. Piers pulled her up, bent her over the crates again, and slid back inside her from behind for a slower, deeper fuck. He took his time now, grinding deep, one hand rubbing her swollen clit in firm circles while the other mauled her heavy tits, pinching and twisting her stiff nipples.

“You’re going to walk out of here leaking my cum,” he murmured against her ear, voice low and filthy. “And every time you see Keith, you’re going to remember how you earned your push — on your knees and bent over for me. You like that, don’t you? Being my secret backstage whore. Knowing you’re betraying your husband for a better spot on the card. Your tight Korean pussy is creaming all over my cock just thinking about it.”

Mia moaned, pushing back against him, her thick thighs trembling, her huge ass rippling with every deep grind. “Yes… I love it. Use me whenever you want. Just keep giving me those opportunities. I’ll be your filthy Korean slut anytime. Keith is so good to me… but his dick never makes me feel like this. Never makes me cum this hard. Don’t stop — ruin me for him. Fill me again so I can go home dripping your cum and pretending I’m still the good wife.”

He fucked her through another orgasm, her pussy clamping down around him in strong pulses, a fresh gush of wetness soaking his cock and dripping down her thick thighs. She bit her arm to muffle her cry, body shaking violently as the pleasure tore through her, the guilt only making it sharper and more addictive.

Piers kept thrusting through it, then pulled out and came across her ass and lower back, thick ropes painting her skin in hot, white streaks. Mia shuddered, reaching back to rub it into her huge ass with a satisfied sigh, the creamy mess glistening on her soft, round cheeks.

They caught their breath for a moment, the distant sounds of the crew still working reminding them how risky it had been. Mia straightened up slowly on shaky legs, pulling her gear back into place, cum still dripping down her thighs and smeared on her ass. Her heavy tits heaved with every breath, nipples still stiff and sensitive, her thick thighs glistening with their mixed fluids.

She gave him a small, tired but satisfied smirk. “So… about that tag run with B-Fab.”

Piers zipped up, breathing hard, a small grin on his face. “You earned it. I’ll start writing it tomorrow. Strong build, real heat. Just keep performing like tonight.”

Mia nodded, adjusting her top over her still-sensitive tits, the fabric clinging to her sweat-damp skin. “Good. And if I need to ‘earn’ more… you know where to find me.”

She walked out first, the slight wobble in her step and the faint wet spot on her shorts impossible to miss if anyone looked too closely. Piers followed a minute later, heart still pounding from the risk and the intensity.

The production crew was still cleaning up, none of them any the wiser — or at least pretending not to be.

Piers headed back to his hotel room with a clear head. He already had ideas for Mia and B-Fab’s storyline. Some risks were worth it.