#I do genuinely feel jealous at those who managed to move away from their dickhead family and forever not associated with them.

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Troubled Flight

Seth Rollins x Reader

When (Y/N) gets jealous of her best friend (with benefits), she can’t help but push him away. What will happen when they end up in the same flight... to London?

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(A/N): Some old fic I had lost in the laptop. Hope you enjoy.

You and Seth have been friends with benefits for months now. Basically, you were two best friends who happened to fuck the brains out of each other occasionally. However, a month ago, you saw him engaging in an apparently very funny and exciting conversation with some girl, some really hot girl, and even though you hate to admit it, you were jealous.

Then, you got pissed at yourself for being jealous because you weren't exclusive, you were just a simple fuck. And that hurt. So, you finally came to terms with the fact that you were falling in love with him.

You just started distancing yourself from him, to the point where you're currently giving him the silent treatment. You avoid him at all costs, you don't reply to his texts, you don't answer his calls, nothing. WWE has been really helpful in that matter, because you haven't been in the same shows as him ever since. Really, destiny has some weird ways. And if it was any other time, you'd be complaining about not seeing him, but not now.  

Now, you're on your way to the airport. WWE is having a tour in Europe, and you're almost sure Seth is going as well. But you're not very worried about it, you can still avoid him if you want.

Or so you thought... You felt like slamming your head against a wall when you saw him getting next to you on the airplane. You shot him a questioning, hard look, and the bastard smiled at you.

"Finally I find you." He sighs softly, plopping down on the seat. "We need to talk."

You turn your gaze to the window, avoiding him, as you put your earphones on your ears and turn your music on.

"Why are you being like this? What did I do?" He asks dryly, as he takes your earphone out. Yet again, you ignore him. "So, that's it? You're just giving me the silent treatment? Okay, so I guess I'll just tell some of my wonderful jokes until you crack."

Yet again, no reaction. You can't believe you're actually stuck in an airplane with him for a gazillion of hours.

"I've missed you this past month. A whole lot." He starts, his stare burning your back as you keep staring through the window. "Dean even punched me for being a grumpy lil shit. And tossed me off the ring in practice. And actually called me a grumpy lil shit."

You couldn't help but smile at the scene, you're totally seeing Dean doing this. You love him, Dean is your dude, completely. Him and Renee are some of your best friends, along with, uh, Seth, and Roman.

"C'mon, just talk to me. Tell me what's wrong. I miss you." He pressures again, sighing softly, as his hand moves to your thigh. You flinch at the sudden touch, but keep on ignoring him, even though it's being really hard, right now. "Okay, so... I'll keep on talking..." He mumbles, removing his hand. "So, this guy, he was at the gym a week ago, and he had the nerve... just listen to this, he had the nerve to come to me and say: 'hey, you look like Seth Rollins, I bet you get that a lot, and that might suck 'cause he's a dickhead' and then he left. He just left. After he called me a dickhead."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at said story. Mainly, because the dude really had some nerve and also, because he probably didn't even realize the trouble he could've gotten himself into by not realizing that he was actually Seth Rollins.

"I don't know if you know how the silent treatment works, but laughing at my awesome jokes defeats the purpose." He smiles softly, his gaze locking with yours through the reflection on the window.

"I laughed because he's right, you're a dickhead." You snap, rather snappy, not bothering to face him.

"Finally, I get you to talk." He sighs. "Why am I a dickhead, (Y/N))? Please, tell me, because I don't know what I did wrong. I've been running my mind for a month to figure out what I did and I just... don't know."

"I saw you, okay? With that girl. Talking, and flirting, and whatever. So, save it. It's fine." You reply, sounding angrier than what you intended.

"What girl? What are you talking about?" He asks, confusion filling his features genuinely. He had no clue what you were talking about.

You take a deep breath before replying. "I... Uh, a stunning brunette, back in Iowa." And he just laughs. He lets out a chuckle at your response, angering you even more. "You think it's funny?"

"Yeah, I do." He replies simply, and you finally turn to him. Your stare was harder than ever, and filled with hurt. "And you have no reason to be jealous." He adds, and just the mention of that word made you cringe. "She was my cousin, (Y/N). You can check, her name is Emily Lopez and-"

"Stop." You whisper-shout, making him look at you in confusion. "I just feel stupid, so stupid, because I am... jea... yeah, that. And you don't owe me any explanations, we're not exclusive..." You mumble embarrassedly, avoiding his gaze.

"We could be... You just have to say the word." He admits softly, your stare locking with his right away.

"What do you mean?" You mumble nervously, trying to read him.

"I mean it. We can be exclusive; you just have so say so. All you have to do is say it and I'm yours, and you're mine." He explains, his hand flying dangerously up on your thigh.

"You understand what you're implying, don't you?" You ask softly, not trusting your voice.

"Yes, I'm implying that I missed my best friend so fucking much this past month. I'm implying that I'm in love with her and I'm also implying that I want her to be my girlfriend." He explains slowly. "If she'll have me, that is. So yes, I understand what I'm implying."

You couldn't stop the heartwarming smile that was now plastered on your face, along with a soft blush on your cheeks. He cups your face and looks at you in a way he never did before.

You bite your lip in anxiousness of what's about to come, not even recalling how that did things to him. He leans forward and presses his lips to yours, rather gently.

"I love you, baby." He whispers against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours, his hand still cupping your face.

"I love you too." You finally confess, smiling as you feel a weight lifting off your shoulders.

"Only God knows how long I've waited to hear those words leave your lips." He mumbles, pecking your lips once, then moving to place some kisses on your jaw.

"Same here." You giggle. "And for the record, I missed you too. A whole lot." Then, you press your lips against his ear, and whisper seductively, "All of you."

"Well, we're in a 8-hour flight... I'm sure we can figure something out, because I missed you too, all of you." He smirks at you, winking slyly.

"No, no, no. Forget about it. We're not doing it here. No." You can't believe he's actually considering it. He knows how loud you both get, and this is a fucking plane, full of people.

"I'm sure I can change your mind." He teases you, groping your thigh dangerously close to your core, as he nibs on your ear. You could feel the wetness in your panties already.

"Uh, stop. No." You beg, pushing him back. "I- I'm going to the bathroom." And with that you pass by him, accidentally putting your ass in his face, heading to the bathroom.

He waits a minute before following you. You were just staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to cool down, when you hear a soft knock on the door. You open it and he barges inside, locking the door behind him and attacking you with sloppy kisses.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I miss you so much and now you're mine and I just-" He cuts himself off by continuing to attack your neck with wet, hot kisses. "We have to be quick now, but I'll show you exactly how much I missed you when we get to the hotel."

"Quick, and quiet." You add, breathless.

He picks you up and places you on the small counter, as he pulls your dress over your head, unhooking your bra right after. He leans down to suck and bite softly your nipples, and you had to bite your lip to stop the moans that were about to leave your mouth.

"You... Too dressed." You mumble, completely out of breath. And damn, were you turned on with the whole thing.

He chuckles lightly as he takes his shirt off, and you use that time to take your panties, leaving you fully naked in front of him. Your hands ghost all over his chest and abdomen, creating goosebumps on his skin. Then, you hook your fingers on his belt as you unbuckle it.

"Is my pussy ready for me?" He groans in a rough tone, as you finally manage to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down right away.

"Always, baby. I'm so wet for you." You whimper, pressing your feet against his ass to pull him closer.

You take ahold of his cock and pump it down slowly in your hand, caressing his balls with the other.

"Ah, fuck. Babe, unfortunately... fuck. We don't have time for that. I wanted to taste... fuck, babe. Taste you, but we gotta save it for later." He manages to say, barely handling your handwork on his dick.

"Then, fuck me. Hard." You plead in a moan, not wanting to wait one more second to feel him.

"Yes, Ma'am." He grunts, fisting his cock a couple of times, before running it up and down your wetness slowly, making you whimper in pure need.

He slowly guides himself inside of you, both of you getting worked up at the feeling. He rapidly finds the perfect angle and pace, driving you wild in mere minutes.

"Harder, baby, harder." You moan quietly, suddenly remember of the hundreds of people in the plane.

That triggered him, he start thrusting him dick inside of you, completely mercilessly, as his hips hit against you, creating an erotic skin slapping sound that was echoing in the bathroom. You are totally failing to control the noise, and you're silently praying it isn't trespassing it.

"I'm close." Seth lets out in a shaky breath.

"Cum for me, baby. I'm right behind." You beg, feeling your own release approach you. He lets out a growl and you feel his cock spasm inside of you as his seed fills you, and that did it for you. You came undone against the bathroom mirror.

He kisses your lips passionately, as he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tight. Then, you pull back and you both start cleaning yourselves up and getting dressed, as you're still trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck, that was... I can't believe we just did this." You giggle, as you and Seth are finishing to dress up.

"We did." He chuckles back, running a hand through his now slightly sweaty hair. "Look, I meant what I said. Before I mean. You know about wanting you to be mine. I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. That is if you want but I don't want to push you so I get-"

"Shhh, I meant it too. I love you. And I'm yours." You smile softly, gently cupping his beard covered cheek.

"Good." He beams. "So will you be my girlfriend, (y/n)?"

"Yes, I will." You lean up and kiss him one more time. "I can't believe you're mine."

"I'm yours, baby."

"Good."

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